The Wife Sharers
by Mark Townsend


FOREWORD 

The past five years have seen a great many startling-some might even say 
shocking changes in the American way of life. Particularly among the young, 
new methods of solving old problems have been very much in vogue. Seeking 
alternatives to the life styles and values of their elders, they embark on 
strange experiments in free love, communal living, trial marriages, and 
other innovations. 

And who can say they are entirely wrong? For years the emptiness of the 
affluent suburban life has been a topic of discussion and concern in 
national magazines and newspapers. The statistics of divorce, alcoholism, 
wife swapping, and nervous breakdowns among the middle-aged speak eloquently 
of a painful lack in the lives of those who, in other times, would have 
served as examples and guides to the young. Who can blame them for rejecting 
the moral values and social customs so obviously unsatisfying to their 
elders? 

Sad to say, however, the innocence of youth often leaves it prey to the 
unscrupulous designs of those who turn every attempt at constructive change 
to their own advantage. Motivated by the highest ideals, young people often 
throw themselves into the mainstream of modern life too soon, and discover 
when it is too late that they are ill-equipped to recognize and combat the 
moral and emotional snares that surround them. 

One such couple is Ralph and Barbara Williams. Only recently married, they 
are trying to make their way in the world without the help and guidance of 
parents. He is a struggling law student, and she, the daughter of a wealthy 
industrialist who disowned her when she married her socially "inferior" 
husband; they are straining to adjust to the emotional, financial and sexual 
demands of marriage, with no star to guide them, nowhere to turn in 
difficulty. 

In a sincere effort to find help for their mounting difficulties, they are 
introduced to the Life Unlimited House, a bizarre communal living 
arrangement run by amoral and depraved people. Suddenly, exposed to a 
decadence beyond their wildest dreams, their lives are swept out of their 
own control into a moral twilight world from which one doubts they will ever 
emerge unscathed. 

Their true to life story is told with searing honesty by author Mark 
Townsend, whose vivid prose will keep the reader absorbed from start to 
finish. There are those who may find this novel too brutal, too honest, but 
the discerning will realize that it exposes an aspect of modern life that 
cannot be ignored. If the values that we cherish are to survive this 
confused and confusing time, we must be aware of where the dangers lie. 

We, the publishers, are grateful to Mr. Townsend for this evocative novel, 
which may well become one of the classics of its time. 

-The Publishers Sausalito, California June, 1972 

 CHAPTER ONE 

In the kitchen of his two-and-a-half room apartment on East Seventy-Seventh 
Street, Ralph Williams, a dark haired, muscular young man of twenty-two, was 
hard at work. A semicircle of textbooks, class notes, empty coffee cups, and 
full ashtrays was heaped around him on the table. The day was hot, as only 
New York can be in early June, a preview of the long, sticky summer ahead. 

"Christ, maybe I should stick to being a grease monkey," he muttered to 
himself, brushing a strand of moist dark hair off his glistening forehead. 
Dark circles of sweat had formed on his tee-shirt, making him feel soggy and 
uncomfortable. This, combined with the dryness of the volumes surrounding 
him law books for the most part-made it hard for him to concentrate. 

There were other distractions, too. Through the half-open door that 
separated the small but cheerful kitchen from the adjoining sleeping alcove, 
he could see the naked body of his voluptuous nineteen year old blonde wife, 
who had just emerged from the shower. The angle of the door prevented him 
from seeing her clearly, but he caught tantalizing flashes of her lush young 
figure as she moved back and forth between the bed and the dresser. 

Leaning back in his chair, he lit a cigarette and absorbed himself in 
tracing with his eye the delicate curve that started at her shoulder blades, 
sloped downward to the small of her back, then swelled outward to become the 
roundest, firmest buttocks he had ever seen in his life. 

And he had seen plenty, too. Two years in the Marine Corps had taken him in 
and out of every brothel in Germany and Hawaii, and he figured there wasn't 
much of anything he hadn't done with a woman by the time he'd been 
discharged. He'd done enough, anyway, to be sure of what he wanted when he 
got out: an education so he could get ahead in life, and a wife with the 
class to go with him. Now he was going to law school on the G. I. Bill; and 
as for his wife, she was everything he'd dreamed of and more! 

The ambitious young student took a deep drag on his cigarette, still 
watching her through the half-open door as she wound her long ash-blonde 
hair, which hung almost to her waist, into a neat twist at the nape of her 
slender neck, turning her sensually naked body as she did so and giving him 
a clear view of her opulent, pink-tipped breasts. 

Sometimes he still couldn't believe his good fortune was real. In the small 
New England town where they had both grown up, they definitely lived on 
opposite sides of the tracks-he the son of a millworker, she the daughter of 
Mark Wentworth, a multi-millionaire industrialist who seemed to forget that 
he'd started with nothing himself, at least when his daughter's choice of a 
husband was at issue. They had married six months earlier over his bitter 
objections. To Barbara's disappointment, her father hadn't even come to 
their wedding. 

The door to the bedroom opened, and his young wife emerged clad in a pair of 
brightly printed shorts that set off her long legs to perfection and a 
skimpy halter top that exposed her deep cleavage. Ralph felt his penis begin 
to awaken inside his tight Levi's at the sight of her. 

"Hey, baby," he said, impulsively reaching out and pulling her to him as she 
passed the chair, "have I told you lately you have a quality ass?" 

"You're supposed to be studying," his bride protested, trying to wriggle out 
of his muscular arms which encircled her buttocks as he buried his head in 
the yielding softness of her abdomen. 

"Everything about you is quality," he continued, ignoring her attempts to 
free herself. "From the top of your beautiful, sexy head to the tips of your 
beautiful, sexy toes. And one of these days, baby, I am gonna cover every 
luscious inch of you in more diamonds and furs than those jerks you 
should've married even know exist!" 

"Ralph, stop it!" Barbara objected, as he slipped one strong hand under the 
loosely tied halter and gripped the ripe, succulent mounds of her breasts. 
"The window's open! The neighbors might see!" 

"Who cares?" Ralph muttered, taking one of her pale, perfectly shaped 
nipples into his mouth and sucking until it stood out from the surrounding 
areole in a stiff, pyramidal point. 

"I do!" his slim, attractive bride declared firmly, pushing him away and 
readjusting the flimsy halter. "Now get back to work!" 

"I guess you're right," the dark-haired youth replied, trying to hide the 
disappointment in his voice as he reluctantly loosened his grip. Always the 
same thing, he couldn't help thinking. Not tonight, Ralph, I have (a) my 
period (b) a headache, (c) I'm just not in the mood, (d) all of the above. 

Barbara busied herself with clearing the table, nervously trying to deny the 
tension in the air. Yet she, too, knew they had problems, and that they were 
largely her fault. She hated it when Ralph just attacked her that way. At 
least part of her hated it and felt compelled to resist. But somewhere in 
her consciousness she knew that she craved it too, in an obscure way she 
didn't understand. She had put on the sexy top precisely because she knew 
that the sight of her full, lush breasts never failed to excite him, but 
something always frightened her just when she got what she wanted. 

It wasn't only her husband's forthright sexuality, deep down, she knew it 
was a nameless terror at her own passion that kept her firmly in check. No 
matter how she tried, she couldn't allow herself to truly enjoy the 
pleasures of marriage. 

"It seems funny not to have Jeannie popping in every night," she said, 
trying to fill the humid silence with conversation. 

"Can't say I mind the difference particularly." 

"I do. She's so ... so different from anyone else I've ever met." 

"That's for sure," Ralph muttered sarcastically. 

"Oh, Ralph, why don't you like her? In all the time she lived next door you 
were always making snide remarks and picking fights, no matter how nice she 
tried to be." 

"I guess I just don't have any patience with all her crazy schemes. Seems 
like a big waste of time to me." 

"Well, not everybody wants to spend all their time buried in books," Barbara 
replied, a little huffily, resenting his slurs at her only friend in the 
city. She and Jeannie worked together at the college administration office, 
and it had been Jeannie who told the young couple that the apartment next to 
hers was vacant. The two girls had become very close during the months they 
lived next door. For Barbara it meant someone to talk to, a girl friend to 
share secrets with and keep her company, particularly on the nights Ralph 
worked as a mechanic at an all night garage. 

Although only nineteen, like Barbara herself, Jeannie had an air of 
worldliness and sophistication that the young bride, fresh from a quiet 
little town in New England, found fascinating. An art student, she supported 
herself by waitressing at the Dockside, a West Side bar, dimly lit, and in 
Barbara's eyes, terribly chic. She listened intently to Jeannie's tales of 
woe about her successive lovers, her financial problems, and her "head," 
which seemed to be an all-inclusive term for anything that was bothering her 
at the moment. 

"Oh, Barbara," she would moan, "I've just got to get my head together!" 

Then suddenly everything changed. Jeannie decided to move into a commune 
over on the Palisades, just across the Hudson from Manhattan. Except it 
wasn't a regular commune, at least not like the ones Barbara had read about 
in magazines. Called the Life Unlimited House, it was apparently some kind 
of a franchise organization run by a man named Rick Coretti. Jeannie 
couldn't sing his praises enough. 

"Barbara, he's a saint! That man is saving my life! Literally! He's just so 
understanding. And he knows so much about people's hang-ups and sexual 
defenses. And he's letting me do murals on the wall. He says it's good 
therapy, and I just know this is it! Everything I've been looking for!" 

Restlessly, Barbara wandered around the kitchen which, despite her efforts 
at homemaking, seemed particularly cheerless to her. 

"Jeannie says she's got a huge room all her own with a view of the river." 

"Good for her." 

"She says there's a lot of room in the house. Oh, Ralph, maybe we could live 
there, if it's really as nice as she says!" 

"Are you kidding?" 

"No, I'm not kidding at all. Jeannie says it's a big old house with lots of 
rooms and a garden and really nice, intelligent people. It would be so nice 
to live in a place like that!" 

"Instead of a dump like this, right?" Angered, Ralph threw his ball-point 
pen down on the table. "That's what you mean, isn't it?" He was sensitive on 
the subject of their living conditions, always aware, though Barbara tried 
never to mention it, that she was accustomed to a much more lavish 
environment. The house she had grown up in was practically a mansion. 

"No, that's not it at all!" Barbara corrected him. "It's just that they're 
really into exploring alternate life styles." 

"Alternate life styles, what kind of bull is that? The only alternatives 
those fakers are interested in is how to live off the fat of the land 
without doing any work!" 

"That's not true. Jeannie says Rick Coretti is a very responsible 
businessman who really enjoys helping people. They do yoga, and they have 
classes right in the house, and everybody works out their problems together. 
And they share expenses, so everybody has time to do the things they really 
want to do, instead of having to work all the time." 

"What kind of classes do they have?" Ralph asked. 

"I'm not really sure. I think it's yoga and sensitivity training and things 
like that." 

"Sensitivity training?" Ralph hooted. "You mean those expensive group gropes 
for people who aren't getting any? That sounds like it's right up Jeannie's 
alley!" Unlike his wife, Ralph found Jeannie a boring phony, perpetually 
disorganized and ready to turn her life over to anybody with a big cock or a 
convincing line. 

"I think you're being very mean," his wife objected. "I read some articles 
about it, and a lot of people are really helped by those things. I'd even 
like to try it myself. ... only if you were with me, of course." 

"Oh no!" Ralph groaned. "Don't tell me she's got you going now, too?" 

"Well, according to Jeannie, a lot of people come just for the classes, and 
they're not very expensive. It might be interesting," she finished 
dejectedly, seeing the sour look on her husband's face. 

"Well, forget it," he said shortly. "We don't have money to throw away on a 
bunch of hippie swindlers." 

Barbara felt a wave of resentment go through her at his abrupt dismissal of 
her idea. 

"I think you're being very unfair," she said angrily, although she knew she 
should drop the subject. "You're always complaining that I'm unwilling to 
explore new things, and then as soon as I suggest something we could do 
together, you say no! Maybe sensitivity training would do you some good!" 
she snapped with an angry toss of her head. 

Ralph struggled to keep his temper. "In what way do you think it would do me 
some good?" he asked evenly. 

"Well, Jeannie says the classes are wonderful for people who are ... are 
having sexual problems," she blurted out, regretting her words as soon as 
she had spoken them. 

The young student glared angrily at his wife, who avoided his eyes. She knew 
she had struck a nerve, and now was frightened at what his reaction might 
be. They had frequently exchanged angry words recently, usually on something 
related to sex;'and Barbara was afraid they were now on the verge of another 
quarrel. 

"I don't think our sexual problems are the kind the Life Unlimited House 
could help," he declared, making a point of turning his attention back to 
his books. 

But Barbara wouldn't let the subject drop. "And just what do you mean by 
that?" she demanded icily. 

"I mean that if you didn't react as though I were trying to rape you every 
time I touch you, things might be a lot more pleasant around here." 

Barbara's eyes opened wide in outrage. "Well!" she began in a tone of 
haughty injury. "Maybe if you were more of a gentleman, things would be more 
pleasant too. At least for me, if that matters." 

"Would you like valentines and flowers every time we fuck?" her husband 
countered with maddening calm. He could feel himself becoming tense and 
angry, his temper nearly at the boiling point. 

"Oh!" the angry young wife cried, jumping up from her chair. "It might be 
better than snide sarcasm, at least. Maybe you're right. You don't need 
sensitivity training. You should start with common courtesy!" 

Bursting into tears, she fled into the bedroom, slamming the door so hard 
behind her that the whole room seemed to shake. 

"Goddamnit, I've had about enough of this," Ralph shouted, storming after 
her. His nineteen year-old bride had flung herself face down on the bed and 
was sobbing into her pillow. She raised her head when he came into the room. 
Her eyes were red and tears streamed down her cheeks. He thought she looked 
like a child having a temper tantrum. 

"I've had enough too," she wailed, "you don't care about me at all. All 
you're interested in is your studies and that damn garage! I'm just a 
housemaid to you, somebody to cook and clean and put out on demand!!" 

Although both knew they were being unreasonable, they were powerless to stop 
the bitter words that rose all too easily to their lips. Barbara's latest 
accusation made him see red. After all the months of restraining himself, of 
being patient, and now to be called an insensitive brute by the very woman 
he'd been trying to woo gently was more than he felt he deserved. 

"Okay, baby," he said, his voice shaking with anger, "if that's the way you 
think it is, I'm demanding-right now!" 

In one angry gesture, he pulled off his tee-shirt and flung it across the 
room and began undoing his belt. 

"What ... what are you doing," Barbara asked, frightened at the change in 
his tone. 

"You want sensitivity training? Help with our sexual problems?" he spat, 
tossing his belt after the shirt and ripping open his button-front Levi's. 
"Okay, let's have a little introductory demonstration right now! In the 
privacy of your own home!" 

"Don't you come near me," the startled young blonde commanded, her tears 
forgotten as she retreated to the far side of the bed. "DON'T YOU COME NEAR 
ME!!!" 

But her outraged husband was not to be stopped. His pent-up anger and 
frustration had finally erupted with the force of a volcano, transforming 
him for the moment into a raging demon, determined to have his way. His 
wife's fear and anger only served to increase his intensity. He was going to 
have her now, get the release he'd been aching for all the long months of 
their marriage. Furiously he kicked off his pants, and his long thick penis 
shot angrily erect, hard as steel. Crudely he seized the massive shaft in 
his hands and leered down at his now terrified wife. 

"So, I'm not considerate enough for your refined tastes, huh?" he shouted. 
"Well, baby, it's time you came down off that fucking pedestal and learned 
what it's like to be a real woman, with a real man!" His strong, muscular 
hands reached down and ripped open her flimsy halter with one stroke, 
exposing the quivering mounds of her breasts. Horrified, yet fascinated at 
the same time, Barbara tried to edge away from him into the protective comer 
of the bed. 

"Oh, no, you don't," he cried, lunging after her and pinning her down to the 
bed. "Not this time!" Holding her down with one hand, with the other he 
quickly unzipped her shorts and yanked them roughly down her lithe long 
legs. Her little white bikini panties followed an instant later, the tight 
elastic stinging her skin as he tore them from her body. Brutally he spread 
her legs, exposing the moist, pink furrow of her pussy nestled in the 
sparse, softly curling blonde tangle of pubic hair. 

The Nordic looking young bride flailed wildly about on the bed, trying to 
escape. Her lush young body, usually so pale and cool to the touch, was 
flushed and glistening with sweat. The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable 
and defenseless, her legs spread wide against her will, made Ralph's throat 
tighten with passion. His eyes were wild as he gazed down at her moistly 
quivering cunt, which seemed to contract in fear under his eyes. Suddenly, 
without any preparation, he jammed his outstretched middle finger harshly 
into the entrance of her tightly clenched little vaginal canal. 

"Nnnnnoooooooooo!" Barbara screamed, her inner cunt walls contracting 
desperately against the unwanted intruder. 

"Shut up," he growled thickly in a voice hoarse with lust. "The neighbors 
might hear!" 

Almost unconsciously, his free hand found the hairy sac of his testicles, 
which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His penis, 
long and thick, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like blue veins 
stand out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column. Relentlessly, 
he twisted his finger, burrowing deeper into her still unprepared vagina. 
Her resistance only inflamed him the more, making him feel like a satyr, 
filled with potency and lust. At least she's reacting, he thought, even if 
it's not with love and desire. Maybe if I can fuck her senseless, make her 
enjoy it even if she fights it at first, there's some hope for us! 

Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the tightness of her vagina, and, 
grabbing her roughly by the arms, pulled her to her feet, forcing her 
backwards against the bureau. Barbara cowered in front of him, hardly daring 
to wonder what he had in mind. He was like a madman, she thought, as he 
stood in front of her stroking his massive balls and thick throbbing penis. 
His distended organ looked huge and frightening, but she couldn't tear her 
eyes away from it. Despite her terror, she was strangely fascinated by what 
was happening, as though a part of her were standing at a distance and 
watching, not personally involved at all. 

"Spread your legs, cunt," her husband ordered hoarsely, "cause I'm going to 
fuck you until you're begging for more!" 

Mesmerized, Barbara did as she was told. Leaning her arms against the bureau 
for support, her legs splayed wide and her face streaked with tears, the 
young blonde was a figure of abject humiliation, and more desirable than 
ever in Ralph's eyes. 

Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, he came towards her, still 
stroking the long, blue-veined column of his prick and massaging the heavy, 
sperm-filled testicles that swung lewdly down between his muscular young 
thighs. Seizing her hand in an iron grip, he shoved it down between his 
legs, forcing her to touch his hotly pulsating flesh. Her nostrils caught a 
faint musky aroma of pungent masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and 
down over the hard rubbery surface. 

The touch of her small soft hand around the heavily throbbing hardness of 
his cock aroused gender feelings in Ralph. Closing his eyes for a moment, he 
let himself savor the tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, 
making him tremble with excitement. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he moaned into the soft sensuous curve of her neck, "you 
feel sooo goood!" 

As though she had not even heard his words, Barbara was seized by a sudden 
flash of vindictiveness. Taking advantage of his momentary vulnerability, 
she gave a vicious twist to his balls that caused him to cry out in pain. 
Without thinking, he slapped her sharply across the face, sending her 
reeling back against the bureau. 

"You little bitch!" he snarled, "I'll teach you to pull tricks like that!" 

He grabbed her roughly by her nakedly squirming buttocks, fitted his 
lust-swollen cock head against her tight little cuntal opening and, with one 
hard, ramming motion, shoved his massively pulsating length deep up into her 
belly. 

His swollen rod was so thick that she felt as though the heavy blunt end of 
a telephone pole had been shoved up inside her naked vagina. 

"Aaaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed, struggling fiercely to get away. But every 
body movement only forced the torturous invading cudgel deeper up into her 
frantically resisting cuntal sheath. 

Pulling her harshly against him, Ralph pried her tightly clenched buttocks 
apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist, she cringed as his 
fingers began to teasingly explore the full length of the moistened furrow 
up between her smoothly rounded ass cheeks. 

"Oh no, please...." she began, as the sharp tip of his middle finger began 
to probe the tiny entrance to her anal passage. But her angry young husband 
stopped her protests by jamming his mouth against hers so hard that she 
thought she would faint from the smothering intensity of it. The strange 
feeling of his hands back there, where no one had ever touched her before, 
had a strange effect on the girl. The sensation was tantalizing, and Barbara 
realized suddenly that it was an effort for her to keep from grinding her 
buttock cheeks obscenely back in time with the piston-like rhythm of his 
long hard cock, which moved relentlessly up and down in her bruised and 
smarting cuntal passage. 

Oh God, what's happening to me, her mind screamed, I mustn't, I can't let 
this happen! Digging her nails into his shoulders, she struggled with all 
her might to fight down the quivering tickling sensations that spiraled 
through the lower part of her naked young body. Her husband's massively 
thick penis was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her tender little 
cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming 
like a sledge hammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix. Suddenly he 
pressed his hand tightly against her buttocks and shoved his middle finger 
brutally all the way up into her tightly clenched little rectal sheath, and 
the impaled young blonde's body was convulsed with a wild searing pain. 

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "RALPH, STOP, I CAN'T STAND IT! OH GOD, I 
CAN'T STAND IT!" 

"Shut up, bitch, and like it," her husband retorted, burying his face in her 
neck and kissing her so hard he raised a red welt on her nakedly sensitive 
skin. He wanted to hurt her now, subjugate her entirely until she could 
resist no longer. Sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her 
even harder and twisted his finger deeper into her painfully stretched 
rectum; at the same time he bent her backwards over the bureau and began 
sucking and biting harshly on the soft, spongy flesh of her ripe young 
breasts. 

Barbara felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious 
mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her stomach, 
wildly exciting waves of sensation began to wash over her, slowly at first, 
then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was trembling and 
writhing, out of her control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly 
intense in her entire life, and she began to moan softly, involuntarily. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh ... don't ... stop ... oh God," she babbled incoherently, her 
hands trembling in futile gestures to keep him away. 

"Fuck your cunt back at my cock," Ralph growled, digging his fingers harder 
into the soft half moons of her buttocks. "Oh you beautiful little piece of 
ass, FUCK BACK!!!" 

Suddenly Barbara's body seemed to explode. She found herself moving in 
unison with her lustful spouse, clawing at his back, bucking furiously into 
every hammer-like stroke of his thickly bludgeoning rod. 

"Yes ... yes...." she moaned, twisting her body wantonly against his. She, 
too, was a demon, consumed with only one desire-to take him as far up in her 
hungrily working cunt as she could and force him to release the long 
suppressed passion that until that moment, she had not known existed. 

I've done it! Ralph thought exultantly, hardly daring to believe that the 
wildly writhing girl in his arms was his shy, demure wife. I've fucked her 
right through all that puritanical bullshit! She truly desired him at last, 
almost couldn't get enough, and he had to brace himself against the bureau 
with his free hand in order to keep his balance. 

The revelation charged his body with an entirely new level of excitement. 
His sperm-bloated balls shook and bounced beneath his wildly hammering cock, 
and began to inflate and swell with male juices. 

"I'M CU ... CU ... CUMMMMMMMING!" he shouted. "I'MMMMMM 
CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!" 

Hot jism gushed through his balls with an incredible flood of aching release 
and spurted up the length of his suddenly wildly jerking penis, spewing into 
her hot, wet pussy. Explosion after explosion of creamy liquid shot up into 
Barbara's now frenzied, eagerly clasping cuntal sheath." 

"U U U U U U UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed, digging her nails into his 
shoulders. She was cumming too! Cumming fully, for the first time in her 
whole life! Her wetly pulsating pussy convulsed with uncontrollable spasms 
as she felt her first real orgasm overwhelm her. If Ralph had not been 
holding her up, she would have fallen over, completely decimated by the 
extraordinary sensations of ecstasy that consumed her and carried her up, 
floating softly for a long moment, then brought her gently back to earth. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Ralph slipped his finger and gradually 
softening cock out of her sperm flooded rectum and vagina and looked at her. 
Her eyes were closed, and with the flush of passion still on her face, he 
thought she had never looked so beautiful. Spontaneously, he clasped her 
close to him, his arms, indeed his whole body, still trembling from their 
exertions. 

"Oh, baby, you're fantastic," he murmured into her hair, suddenly filled 
with love and tenderness for her. 

A short laugh burst from his wife's throat at his words. She pulled back and 
looked at him, her eyes wild. She hated him for what he had done to her, 
even though he had aroused her to heights of passion she had never thought 
possible. He had humiliated her, degraded her, she felt, to a level scarcely 
better than an animal. 

"If you're finished, she spat, "you can leave the $20 on the bureau!" 
Without giving him a chance to reply, she twisted away from her astonished 
husband and made her way blindly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind 
her. 

Ralph sank down on the bed, burying his face in his hands. It's no use, he 
thought desperately. It's just no damn use! 

* * * 

"...and then later, when he came back to bed, I pretended to be asleep. Oh, 
Jeannie, it was so awful! I feel so ashamed!" 

The two attractive young girls were seated over lunch in the University 
cafeteria, although Barbara, still upset from the traumatic episode with her 
husband the night before, had barely touched her food. Dark circles -rimmed 
her usually clear eyes, red from lack of sleep, and her vagina and rectum 
still smarted from all they had experienced the previous evening. She had 
been on the verge of tears all day and now, having finally told her story to 
a sympathetic ear, she could hold them back no longer. "Oh Jeannie," she 
sobbed, "what am I going to do?" 

Jeannie cupped her head in her hands and looked intently at her friend. 
"Gee, Barb, I'm in no position to give advice, 'cause my love life hasn't 
been so great, but ... remember those classes I told you about?" 

"Oh, Ralph would never go! That's what the fight started about in the first 
place!" 

"But don't you see? If that's what you were fighting about, it's a certain 
sign that that's where the problem lies. Why don't you go over to the Life 
Unlimited House after work tonight and talk to someone? I've got classes or 
I'd go with you; but it's easy to find, and I've even got an application 
form with me right now! You could fill it out before you go. How about it?" 

"Do you really think it might do some good?" Barbara asked doubtfully. 

"Well, I can't guarantee anything, but if you really want to get over your 
hang-ups, it can't do any harm, can it?" 

"I guess not. But what about Ralph?" 

"Listen honey, from what you tell me, Ralph could use a few lessons too. Go 
to the first interview then if you think the whole setup's right for you, 
you can talk Ralph into it later, I mean, what have you got to lose?" 

Barbara pondered the question for a moment. The way things are going now she 
thought desperately, nothing! I've got to try it! It's the only hope for our 
marriage! 

With a sudden spurt of determination, she reached for the application form 
Jeannie had placed on the table. "All right, I'll do it!" 

* * * 

As soon as she entered the gates of the sprawling old estate with its 
breathtaking view of the Hudson, Barbara felt immediately at home. After 
months of living in a cramped Manhattan apartment, the sight of well-kept 
lawns and neatly clipped hedges, with cheery rows of flowers bordering all 
the walks, was balm to her troubled spirit. 

Oh, if only Ralph could see this place, she mused excitedly. I know he'd 
like it! Maybe ... maybe he'd even want to live here, just like Jeannie. Of 
course, it's too soon to tell, but I'm sure things would get better for us 
in surroundings like these. I don't see how anybody could be unhappy here! 

A tall, handsome young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, opened 
the huge oak door in response to her knock. Barbara felt herself blush 
involuntarily when she saw him, for he was one of the most attractive men 
she had ever seen. His tall, lean frame was clad in nothing but a pair of 
cutoff jeans. On his feet was a pair of leather sandals, and a red bandanna 
was tied around his neck. His features were striking and sharp, with full, 
sensual lips and penetrating eyes -rimmed with thick golden lashes, only 
slightly darker than the curly halo of golden brown hair that framed his 
face. 

"Yes?" he asked. "Can I help you?" 

"I'm a friend of Jeannie Franks," Barbara explained, a little disconcerted 
at the way his eyes took in her neat, office girl appearance such a contrast 
to his own unencumbering attire. "We used to live next door to each other, 
and she suggested I come here to find out about your classes." 

"Oh, I see," the young man replied, stepping aside. "Won't you come in?" 

Inside, the walls of the large, high-ceilinged foyer were paneled in rich, 
dark wood. Arches opened off the entrance hall in three directions. Ignoring 
the two at the sides, the young man led Barbara straight ahead into a 
spacious reception room with large casement windows on one wall, a huge 
fireplace, and several overstuffed chairs and couches. The furniture was not 
ornate, perhaps even a little austere, but the overall effect was 
comfortable. 

"Make yourself at home," her host said, "and I'll get someone to bring you 
something to drink. You must be exhausted." 

"This is such a strange building," Barbara remarked when he returned a 
moment later. "It's not what I expected at all." 

The young man smiled amiably, looking her directly in the eyes. "It used to 
be a seminary or a convent, I'm not sure which," he explained. "It makes the 
atmosphere very spiritual! You can just sense that very high people lived 
here, you know what I mean?" 

"I ... I think so," Barbara replied, not certain if he was playing with her 
or really serious. But it was true that the effect of the house was peaceful 
and ordered in a way that soothed her. She had half expected it to be dirty 
and disordered, but she found herself very anxious to be accepted in its 
relaxed, homey atmosphere. 

"Now, which classes are you interested in?" the young man asked, settling 
himself easily into an armchair opposite hers. Barbara couldn't help 
noticing the fringe of golden hair that lined his long, sun-bronzed limbs. 
He smiled to himself, seeing her look. 

"Oh, the ones in-" she broke off in mid-sentence. It seemed suddenly 
embarrassing to tell a perfect stranger why she had come. "I'm not sure of 
the course title," she continued, clearing her throat, and looking down at 
the floor. "It's one of the new ones." 

"Oh," he smiled, "erotic freedom." 

Barbara felt a flush of embarrassment go through her entire body at his 
words, particularly as they were accompanied by a look of cool appraisal 
that made her very aware of the shortness of her skirt and the way her light 
summer blouse, slightly damp with sweat, clung to her breasts. 

"Yes, that's the one," she replied nervously, wishing she could sink far 
enough into the chair to become invisible. 

"Have you filled out an application form?" 

"Yes, I have it right here." Barbara reached for her purse, but her hands 
were trembling so that she knocked it over, spilling the entire contents on 
the floor. "Oh dear," she murmured, hastily stooping to retrieve her 
possessions. 

"Let me help," her companion offered, and before she could protest, he was 
on the floor beside her. Barbara was tremblingly aware of his physical 
presence. 

"Here's the application," she said, holding out the folded piece of paper 
after they had picked up her things. 

"By the way, I'm Frank Bogart," the young man said softly, holding out his 
hand. 

"And I'm Barbara Williams," the young wife replied, returning his handshake. 

"Your hands are cold, Barbara," he said, his eyes never leaving her face as 
he held her slim hand in both of his own. "And you needn't feel embarrassed. 
You see, I teach one of the classes in erotic freedom, so I know how 
difficult it is to take the first step. Besides, anyone as lovely as you are 
should come through the class with flying colors. I'm sure that once you're 
fully awakened, erotic freedom will be no problem at all." 

"Thank you," the flustered young bride managed to reply, her confusion 
tripled at the news that the exotic young man was actually one of the 
instructors. Somehow it had not yet occurred to her that someone actually 
taught the courses, and the realization gave the whole situation a sudden 
sense of reality that made her stomach turn over. 

At that moment, a young girl entered the room bearing a tray with a tall 
glass of iced tea, some fruit, cheese and crackers. Barbara was shocked to 
notice that she was wearing only a long, brightly printed skirt, knotted 
sarong-style around her hips, leaving the entire upper half of her torso 
naked. The warm fleshy globes of her ripely firm young breasts swayed in 
unison as she padded barefooted across the room, yet she seemed totally 
unselfconscious as she arranged the food on the low table next to Barbara's 
chair. The nervously trembling young wife sipped her iced tea, grateful to 
have somewhere to focus her attention besides the two disturbingly erotic 
young people. She wanted desperately to appear at ease, not naive and 
unsophisticated, but the near nudity that surrounded her in the strange 
house was a new experience, and she flushed with embarrassment. 

Frank watched her discreetly, noting her reactions with faint amusement, if 
your eyes are popping now, sweetheart, just wait until I get you in my 
class! he thought, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would have the 
fair-haired young bride completely at his mercy. Suddenly his eye was caught 
by an item on her application form. He read it twice to be sure he hadn't 
made a mistake: Father's Name: Mark Wentworth, Occupation: President, 
Wentworth Industries. 

"Your family background is really something," he commented, looking at 
Barbara with new interest. 

"Yes," she replied, a little ruefully. "But I'm afraid it doesn't do me much 
good. My father disowned me when I got married." 

"Oh? Why?" 

Barbara could feel her lips narrowing in resentment as she spoke of her 
father. "He's hungup about class and things like that," she said, with more 
than a trace of bitterness. "He felt Ralph, that's my husband, wasn't good 
enough for me." 

"I see," Frank rose suddenly and turned to the young female attendant who 
was standing placidly on the sidelines. "Annette," he said, "when Barbara 
has finished eating, take her up to the bath chamber. I'm sure-..she'd like 
to freshen up after her long ride from the city." Then turning to Barbara, 
"You're very fortunate that you came today. Brother Coretti, himself, is 
here, and I may be able to persuade him to meet with you before you leave." 

Before she could voice her thanks, the extraordinary young man strode out 
the door. Mark Wentworth, he thought, hurrying down the hall. This may be 
just what Coretti's looking for! 

* * * 

About fifteen minutes later, in another part of the building, Frank Bogart 
was deep in animated conversation with the founder of the Life Unlimited 
House. Rick Coretti, a stocky but firm man of about forty years of age, 
listened to his young assistant while stretched out nude on the massage 
table in his suite of private rooms. A nubile young blonde, attired only in 
a diaphanous loincloth, was kneading the muscles of his back and 
buttocks...." her father's worth millions, Rick," the young man was saying, 
"and if we could get his name on a list of patrons, I think it could be 
worth a lot for us. Even if we couldn't get him, his daughter must have all 
kinds of connections." 

"Hmmmmm." Coretti sat up and waved away the masseuse with a gesture of his 
hand. "Does she look like an easy mark?" 

Frank grinned. "Duck soup. But why don't you see for yourself. She should be 
in the shower room by now." 

"Good idea. Hey slave, open the drapes." 

The young girl glided silently to the opposite wall and pulled a knotted 
cord. Immediately the heavy velvet drapes rustled open, giving the occupants 
of the room a clear view of a luxuriously appointed bathroom, tiled with 
marble and lined with mirrors. In the center of the room was a sunken 
bathtub also of dark green marble, in which Barbara was reclining, attended 
by Annette, who had stripped down to a costume matching that of the young 
masseuse. 

"Not bad," Coretti remarked appreciatively. Then turning back to Frank, "I 
think I'll conduct this interview myself." He laughed, "Don't look so 
disappointed, Frankie boy, you'll get your chance at her! In the meantime, 
why don't you go and get Mara? The two of you can watch from here. After 
all, if we're 'ever gonna get this show on the road, you two are gonna have 
to learn the master's touch!" 

* * * 

Unaware of the events taking place in the next room, Barbara leaned back in 
the tub, luxuriating in her lavish surroundings. It seemed so long since she 
had felt so pampered and comfortable. Annette, the young girl who had 
brought her her tea, had barely spoken at all, and Barbara tried now to make 
conversation with her. 

"The house and grounds are so beautiful," she began. "It must be terribly 
expensive to keep them up." 

"Oh, we do it all ourselves," the girl replied. "And those who can, 
contribute to expenses, and then there's the money from the classes. That 
all goes into the foundation." 

"The foundation?" 

"Yes, Brother Coretti has a foundation set up so that he can open more and 
more places like this. That's why we all have to work. He has too many 
people dependent on him to keep any freeloaders around." 

Then, to Barbara's surprise, the young girl climbed into the tub with her 
and began soaping her body. 

"Oh please, you don't have to do that," Barbara protested. 

"I am blessed to serve you," the girl replied earnestly. 

"What do you mean?" 

"That's a saying we have here, one of Brother Coretti's maxims. The most 
important one is, 'There are no masters who have not first been slaves'." 

Barbara was intrigued by the young girl's words. She looked so young, barely 
more than fifteen. 

"Have you lived here long?" she asked. "About six months. I was a runaway 
and really strung out on drugs when Brother Coretti found me." The girl's 
face lit up whenever she spoke of the mysterious leader of the house. 
"That's all changed now. Someday, if I pass all the stages of initiation and 
reach true enlightenment, I'll be a master too." 

"Is Mr. ... er, Brother Coretti the only master here?" Jeannie had told her 
nothing of this aspect of the house, and she found it strangely compelling. 

"None as high as he is. Frank and Mara have reached the Next Dimension. That 
means the first plateau above slaves. Soon, they'll be in complete charge of 
this house. Then Brother Coretti will go somewhere else and open a new 
house. There are three already." 

"How nice," Barbara murmured, her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Do 
you think he'll accept me?" 

"I'm sure he will," Annette said. "You're very beautiful." Barbara was about 
to reply when she was startled to see another figure enter the room. 
Annette, seeing him also, bowed low. 

"That will do, slave. You may go now," Rick Coretti ordered. "My dear," he 
said, approaching Barbara. "It is an honor to receive you into our house." 

"Th ... thank you," Barbara replied, scarcely knowing what to do in this 
strange new situation. 

"I'm Rick Coretti," he said, offering her his hand. "And you're Barbara 
Williams, am I right?" 

"Yes," she said timidly, trying to sink down further into the water. 

"Frank showed me your application, and I decided that I couldn't trust such 
a distinguished guest to the hands of anyone else. I've decided to conduct 
your preliminary interview myself. Do you mind?" 

"Oh, no of course not," Barbara replied. "But shouldn't I get dressed 
first?" 

"My dear, here we are not shackled by the petty rules of privacy that bind 
the outside world. We learn to view all things, including the human body, 
from a new, more balanced perspective." 

"I see." The young woman was astounded, but not wishing to appear naive, she 
tried to accustom herself to the new situation. The man before her was a 
dazzling figure. Not very tall, his body was nevertheless obviously 
powerful. He, too, was wearing the strange sarong-like garment knotted 
around his hips and falling in soft pleats in the front, although the back 
was molded tightly to his body. His chest was broad and, like his arms, 
heavily muscled and bronzed from the sun, covered with thick, curly, copper 
colored hair. 

His hairline had receded slightly, but it wasn't at all unattractive, 
Barbara decided, especially since it was a little long. A small goatee 
seemed to lengthen his almost moon shaped face, and his eyes in particular 
were remarkable. In fact, she had never seen eyes so striking. They were 
greenish-blue, and seemed to sparkle and move, almost like water, sending 
off little rays of light. A heavy metal pendant hung around his neck, and a 
gold earring dangled from his right ear. 

Seeming perfectly at ease, he lowered himself onto the cushions at the side 
of the pool. Barbara found herself grateful for the thick covering of suds 
on the water, which provided something of a shield for her body from his 
penetrating eyes. 

"Annette has been telling me about your group," she began, scarcely knowing 
what to say. 

"Annette is not very evolved. But she was right about one thing-you are very 
beautiful, particularly when you blush." 

As he spoke, Barbara could feel herself redden to the tips of her toes. His 
gaze was so frank and appraising that she couldn't help it. 

"Why ... why do you say she's not very evolved?" she asked. "She seemed 
charming." 

"Ah yes, charming, but she has not yet learned the most rudimentary psychic 
principles, though she's been here for months. She says she wants to be a 
master, but in reality, she's only suited to serve. Many people are like 
that. They need someone to take over for them, tell them what to do, because 
they can't handle the responsibility of managing their own lives. They are 
the burdens of the strong," he sighed, reaching into the tub for the 
washcloth and soap. 

Barbara was startled to feel him take up where Annette had left off. The 
feeling of a strange man's hands on her nakedly wet body made her tense, and 
she tried to edge away to the other side of the tub. 

"Barbara, you must learn to think in a new way if you are going to make 
progress here. You mustn't shrink from being touched!" 

"But ... but I only came for an interview, to see what it was like here...." 

"And this is the interview, and this is what it's like here," Coretti 
replied, shifting his position. "A little unorthodox, I admit, but really, 
is there any reason why we shouldn't conduct the interview here? The bath is 
among the most civilized inventions of man, and it has always seemed 
ridiculous to me that the Western world makes this most delightful pastime 
secretive and private. In Japan, for example, there are public baths used by 
both sexes, and in Sweden also." 

"Why, yes, I've heard of that," Barbara replied. The heavy man's words had 
an almost hypnotic effect on her. Everything he said made perfect sense, and 
she couldn't imagine why she hadn't thought of it before. "I guess it's just 
the way I was raised," she said ruefully. 

"Ah, my dear, the narrow restrictions of one's upbringing must be overcome. 
That's the whole purpose of the Life Unlimited House-to give people the 
chance to experience things that our narrow, puritanical culture has 
excluded so that we can evolve to a new, undreamed-of freedom! Just relax 
and tell me about yourself. How old are you?" 

"Nineteen." 

"And what does your husband do?" 

"He's a pre-law student at NYU." 

"Ah, very interesting ... and why have you sought out the Life Unlimited 
House?" Coretti continued asking questions, drawing Barbara out and getting 
her involved in telling her story. All the while he listened, his hands were 
roving over her glistening wet flesh, his touches becoming subtly more 
intimate. Suddenly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, 
he slipped out of the flowing white garment he wore and lowered himself into 
the tub before she was even aware of what he was doing. 

"You have beautiful tits," he said, cupping his thick hands around them and 
pushing them upwards out of the water. "With all these suds, they look like 
the cherries on a sundae!" He rubbed his fingertips lightly over the 
nipples, until their soft flaccidity changed to hard, rubbery little nubs. 
The water had made her skin extremely sensitive, and Barbara felt a little 
stab of pleasure at his touch. "You're very responsive, too, my dear." 

"Oh, that's not what my husband says. He thinks I'm very hard to arouse." 

"Perhaps that's because he hasn't learned how to awaken you. Young men are 
often impatient." 

"I've thought that sometimes!" Barbara replied, heartened at hearing her own 
suspicions confirmed by someone more experienced. 

"Of course, Coretti continued, turning her over easily in the tub and 
beginning to wash her back. "I can't be sure until I've done a thorough 
evaluation, but it seems to me that your problems are probably slight. You 
see, sexual problems, particularly for the woman, are usually a matter of 
being unwilling to surrender...." 

As he spoke, Barbara could feel that he had dropped the washcloth and was 
running his bare hands over her back and down her wetly sloping buttocks. 
She felt at first as though she should object to being touched so intimately 
by a perfect stranger, but it was strangely pleasurable, particularly after 
the brutal treatment she had received from her husband the night before, to 
feel caressing fingers on her bare flesh. Determined to overcome what 
inhibitions she had, Barbara forced herself to relax under Coretti's touch. 

The heavy-set man could feel the subtle changes in her body. 

"You see, you're learning to surrender already! That's remarkable on the 
first visit!" he congratulated her. Gently he spread her legs. "Hold onto 
the side of the tub and let yourself float," he instructed. Barbara did as 
she was told, glad that her back was turned to him so that he couldn't see 
how much embarrassment she felt, despite her determination to overcome it. 
The self-ordained teacher began to stroke her lightly between the legs, 
curling his fingers in the sparsely growing curls of her pubic hair just 
under the water. Barbara felt her breath coming faster. 

Suddenly Coretti wormed his outstretched finger up into her open vagina, and 
in a fearful reflex action, her outer cunt muscles clamped tightly around it 
in a futile effort to force it out from up inside her. 

"You must not push me away, Barbara. Open yourself to this new experience! 
Don't let fear overcome you!" 

"I ... I can't," she moaned, almost on the verge of tears. "I'd like to, but 
... I ... just can't!" 

"Very well then, don't try. It is very important, at first, not to force 
yourself farther than you can go." The man gently withdrew his finger, and 
Barbara turned around to face him with her naked breasts. 

"I guess I'm not as evolved as you thought," she said, feeling miserable 
that she had faltered practically at the first step on the road to 
enlightenment. "Maybe I'm not ready for your classes yet." 

"Nonsense, my sweet child! I am very pleased that you are so honest with me, 
and more important, with yourself! Self-deception is one of the hardest 
obstacles to overcome!" 

"Do you ... do you think you can help me?" 

"That depends," Coretti replied, "on you. If I accept you, it will only be 
after you have demonstrated your willingness to follow my instructions to 
the letter. You must start at the beginning, as what we call a slave...." 

"Yes, I heard you call Annette that. It seemed ... so ... so...." 

"Cruel? Degrading? To the outside world, the unenlightened, yes. But I have 
realized, in many years of dealing with people's sexual traumas, that the 
healthiest procedure is to begin on the lowest rung of the ladder. Then 
there's nowhere to go but up. Those who are accepted in our classes are 
required to submit to all sexual impulses, both their own, and those of the 
masters. Do you think you could do that?" 

"I ... I don't know." Barbara could feel herself growing tense. At the same 
time, there was something exciting about what he was suggesting, something 
dark and forbidden about it all that made her heart beat faster. 

"Let's see, shall we?" 

"What do you mean?" 

Coretti smiled, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Barbara thought he looked a 
little evil. "I mean that all this bodily contact has excited me. That is a 
sexual impulse. It would be unusual not to become excited in this situation, 
don't you agree?" He looked at her pointedly. "Are you not, in fact, excited 
yourself?" 

"A ... a little," the blushing young blonde admitted, lowering her eyes. 

"Then follow your impulses, Barbara. Touch my body. That's what you want to 
do, isn't it? Isn't it?" His voice became low and seductive, yet with a 
compelling air of authority that she found hard to resist. Her mind was 
reeling with confusion and excitement, and she didn't know what she wanted 
to do. 

"I-I don't know," she stuttered momentarily. 

"Then I'll have to tell you what you want, because I know, and you knowthat 
I know, don't you?" His eyes were hypnotic and, in the muted light of the 
marble bathing chamber, appeared like glittering emeralds set deeply in his 
head. "Shall I tell you what to do, Barbara?" And will you do what I say?" 

The nineteen year-old girl could not take her eyes from him as the muscular 
older man slowly lifted himself out of the tub onto the lush cushions, 
pulling her after him. The air felt cool on her nakedly wet skin, and she 
shivered a little. 

Coretti pulled her down beside him and kissed her, forcing his tongue deep 
into her mouth. "Will you?" he repeated, kneading one of her full, 
pink-tipped breasts with his hand. 

"I'll try ... what do you want me to do?" 

Coretti grasped her hair, forcing her head back, while he ran his tongue 
insolently down her neck and his hand continued to caress the warmly tender 
flesh of her breast. "Suck my cock," he said evenly. "I want you to suck me 
off!" 

The words hit Barbara like a thunderclap. 

"That's horrible," she cried, struggling to free herself. "NO!" 

"If you were really my slave," Coretti replied, not disturbed at all by her 
outcries and struggles, "I'd have you whipped for defying me!" 

"Oh, please," Barbara sobbed, trying to free herself, "please don't make me 
do that!" 

"It's your choice, my dear," Coretti murmured, beginning to grind his pelvis 
against her thigh. "Either you demonstrate your willingness to obey, or you 
might as well leave now and stop wasting my time!" 

For an instant, Barbara was about to cry out that that was exactly what she 
would do, leave his depraved place and never come back! But something 
stopped her. She had to break through the walls of inhibition that kept her 
from living her life to the fullest! She had to! Making a great effort of 
will, she worked her hand down between their tightly locked bodies, down to 
where she could feel the thick, rubbery shaft of his penis against her leg. 
Steeling herself, she clasped the huge, heatedly throbbing penis in her slim 
hand. It was so thick she could just barely encompass its bulk. 

"I didn't say play with me, slave, I said suck me off," Coretti hissed, 
pulling her head back so that the trembling young woman winced in pain. 
"Never mind the preliminaries! I'm so hot I could cum all over your cunt 
hair right now," he continued, shifting his position and forcing her head 
down between his legs, "but that's not what I want. I want to cum in your 
pretty little mouth, so if you want to stay here and learn to live, SUCK!!!" 

Fighting down a wave of revulsion at his coarse words and cruel treatment, 
Barbara grasped the heavy, blue-veined column in both her hands. Although 
she had almost never allowed herself to touch her husband there, she could 
tell that Coretti's was much bigger than Ralph's. It was long and thick, and 
a few droplets of pre-cum glistened on the smooth, rubbery tip. Despite 
herself, she found it fascinating to look squarely at a fully erect male 
penis for the first time. It gave a little jerk as she touched it, lurching 
out of her hands for a moment and waving blindly in the air, as if it had a 
life of its own. Retrieving it, she groaned softly to herself and began 
lightly licking the wetly glistening length of the shaft, noticing for the 
first time the velvety texture and the deep ridges of the veins against her 
tongue. 

"Now that's more like it," Coretti declared. Then with one hand he reached 
down and seized his heavily throbbing cock, pulling her head back with the 
other. "But you must take it all!" 

Barbara recoiled as she felt the huge, lust-swollen tip of his hotly 
pulsating penis press against her lips, trying to force an entry into her 
mouth. 

"Nnnnnnnooooooooo!" she moaned between tightly clenched teeth, trying to 
back away from the massive assailant. 

Coretti gave a vicious wrench to her hair, however, which caused her to cry 
out in pain. Immediately, he plunged his thick, bludgeoning shaft into the 
warm softness of her mouth, forcing it all the way to the back of her throat 
so that she gagged helplessly on its fullness. For a moment, she 
contemplated biting down with all her might, but Coretti seemed to 
anticipate her design. 

"And don't try any funny business," he hissed, twisting her head backwards 
again, "or you'll regret it! Now suck me off real nice!" With tremendous 
agility for a man of his size, Coretti suddenly swung around so that he was 
straddling the nakedly trembling curves of her body, his massively pulsating 
cock still lodged securely in her reluctant young mouth. Powerless to 
resist, with the enormous girth of his powerful thighs forcing her arms up 
and over her head, Barbara cowered in fear. I ... I don't know if I can 
stand it, she thought, almost faint with fear and revulsion. Suddenly, she 
began to panic and struggled desperately to free herself. 

"I want to go home," she sobbed incoherently, arching her naked body upwards 
with all her might to force Coretti away. "Let go of me! I want to go home!" 

"Aha!" he shouted, pinning her down with his hands, "I see now why your 
husband says you are cold! You've been lying to me, you don't want to free 
yourself at all! You just want an excuse to remain the stupid little child 
you have always been! It would serve you right if I let you go, still caged 
in your narrow, barren little world. Is that what you want?" 

"No," Barbara mewled, "you've got to believe me, I do want to free myself, 
please don't send me away, it's the only hope I have of saving my marriage!" 
Tears flowed warmly down the young girl's cheeks, as she realized how deeply 
it mattered to her. The thought of losing her husband because of her sexual 
frigidity was more than she could bear, and she was sure that he would leave 
her if they didn't have some kind of sexual break though soon. 

"THEN SUCK MY COCK!" Coretti barked lewdly. 

Barbara shuddered slightly as, tears streaming down her face more heavily 
now, she again allowed her wetly ovaled lips to enclose the tip of his long 
heavy organ. A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she determinedly took 
the entire blunted head into her mouth and began to suck ' on it as he 
commanded. 

The sex instructor growled with satisfaction as he felt his eagerly 
pulsating cock slide wetly around in the soft yielding mouth of the tearful 
young woman. He watched with victoriously gleaming eyes as the girl, 
glistening with sweat, took the hard swollen length all the way up to the 
hilt in her throat. You're okay, baby, he thought, I like a dame who fights 
back a little! Keeps me in shape. 

Enjoying his power, he moved his hips and fucked his heavily pulsing 
cockhead in and out deeply and slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of her 
warm young lips nibbling and licking at the smooth bulbous hardness and then 
clasping wetly around the thick skewering pole. He liked the feeling of his 
cock-flesh rubbing tantalizingly against her teeth, and her tongue swirling 
hotly against the sensitive underside. In and out he went, increasing his 
tempo as his corrupt passion mounted, exploring with undisguised glee the 
interior of her warmly working oral cavity, twisting his pelvis lasciviously 
about in rhythm to her small hesitant sucking motions. 

Barbara gagged again, almost choking, as the massive pole of rigid male 
cock-flesh throbbed against the back of her throat. But it seemed that the 
more she resisted, the worse it was. Maybe if I suck a little bit and help 
him, she thought, it'll be over faster! 

Tentatively at first, she began to suck and pull on the huge rubbery 
instrument. 

"That's it, my dear, suck a little harder," Coretti groaned huskily, 
gyrating his naked pelvis more obscenely against her lovely face. Barbara 
felt as though she would be smothered from his sheer bulk. Feeling utterly 
degraded, she fought back tears as the huge man towered over her. I must go 
through with this to save my marriage, I must! she screamed inwardly. No 
matter how humiliating it seems! 

Strangely, as soon as she accepted the situation, a great deal of her 
tension seemed to lighten. Her body began to relax, and she was amazed to 
feel a warm excited moistness seeping from between her legs, and to realize 
that for some time she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, 
squeezing her clitoris between her cunt lips, and creating a pleasant 
throbbing in her vagina. She had never done such a thing before, but 
somehow, in this bizarre situation, it had happened spontaneously. To her 
own fascination, she realized that, if she spread her legs very wide and 
bent them back, she could just barely reach her hand around Coretti to her 
clitoris, which seemed hard and achingly erect. Hardly aware of what she was 
doing, she began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth over the 
throbbing little bud of flesh in rhythm with her warm, wet sucking motions 
on Coretti's heatedly thick penis. 

"Ooooooohhhhh," she sighed, as stinging flashes of almost unbearable 
pleasure surged upward from her wetly steaming vagina. Hungrily, her warm 
wet mouth pulled on Coretti's shaft of swollen flesh as her fingers worked 
feverishly, straining to reach more of her own hotly pulsing pussy. She 
actually began to enjoy her depraved acts. She felt like a whore ... yes ... 
even a slave, just as he said, his to be used as he wished, and she loved 
it!!! Wanted more!!! 

"That's it," Coretti shouted, "you're beginning to free yourself! Keep 
sucking! Harder!" 

Swept away in an erotic torrent stronger than anything she ever felt before, 
Barbara did as she was told. Her legs flailed wildly apart, as her teasingly 
flicking fingers massaged her quivering little clitoris in time to the 
lascivious sucking she was administering to Coretti's hugely throbbing cock. 

Coretti could feel his desire-heated semen beginning to gather and surge in 
the heavy sacs of his testicles, which bobbed and slapped lewdly down 
against Barbara's chin with every stroke up into her now hungrily working 
lips. 

"Unnnnngggghhhhh," he moaned, feeling the approach of his orgasm. If this 
hot little bitch falls apart at the last minute, he thought, if she doesn't 
swallow it all ... To prevent such an eventuality, he seized her head in 
both hands, holding her in position as he continued his increasingly wild in 
and out movements. 

The young wife sucked furiously at his cock, drawing it deeply into her 
mouth. So aroused was she by now, that Coretti's precautions were 
unnecessary. Swept away by the novelty of the bizarre situation, she pulled 
and teased the huge organ. I must learn to surrender, she repeated to 
herself, no matter how degrading it seems! 

Suddenly Coretti's pelvic gyrations became more intense. She felt as though 
he would shove his wildly throbbing shaft all the way down her throat with 
each stroke. His head was thrown back and a grimace of ecstasy contorted his 
face. His breathing came in short, guttural grunts. 

"Uh ... Uh ... oh Jesus, oh baby, I'm cummmmmiiinnnnnggggg!" he shouted. 
"Suck me good, you bitch! Suck me good!" 

Suddenly Barbara felt a hot spurt of thick wetness shoot out of his madly 
jerking penis into her throat, the first of a series that seemed like little 
explosions. 

At first the thick, creamy liquid repelled her and she nearly gagged, but 
then her own fevered orgasm, triggered by her lewd self-fingering, suddenly 
reached its peak. Her nakedly voluptuous body shook with waves of hot 
throbbing pleasure, and her loins exploded with burning rapture as 
desperately the spasming walls of her tight young pussy gushed out their 
moist female essence that cascaded hotly down her openly quivering cuntal 
slit and caused her nearly to faint with ecstasy. In the galvanic release 
that took hold of her with deep animal intensity, the initial distaste she 
had for taking Coretti's scalding male jism into her mouth vanished 
completely. Instead, the gushing white cum that continued to pump furiously 
into her mouth thrilled her as nothing ever had before. Abandoning herself 
completely to the shattering orgasm, she swallowed the burly man's spurting 
seed with eagerly sucking lips, while her own climax continued to mount to 
unbelievable heights as she probed lewdly, furiously with her fingers. 

"MNNNNNNN!" she mewled in erotic frenzy as she voraciously gulped down 
Coretti's white hot semen, "NNNNNNNNGGGGGNNNNN!" 

"Swallow it all, slave! SWALLOW IT ALL!!" the self-appointed teacher 
shrieked, his nakedly glistening body bucking obscenely in the throes of his 
lurid climax. He drove his wildly spurting cockhead deeply into Barbara's 
throat, and the humiliated young housewife slavered without question over 
his rapidly draining hardness. 

"Unnnnnngggggg," she groaned nearly incoherent with the force of her 
explosive orgasm, her vagina hot and obscenely ravaged by her own 
passion-crazed finger-fucking. "MMMMMMMMMM!" 

Finally, after what seemed like an eon of volcanic release, Coretti drained 
himself of the last of his hotly searing semen. With a deep moan of 
satisfaction, he withdrew his softened rod from Barbara's still greedily 
sucking mouth and fell back on the cushions, enjoying the sense of power and 
contentment that always pervaded him after such initiations. 

Barbara let her fingers still linger in her moistly twitching vagina a few 
moments, as her body sank back also, radiant with ebbing pleasure. She could 
scarcely believe the fantastic experience she had just endured. What she had 
thought would be loathsome and horrible had become wildly exciting, totally 
delightful! Out of her submission she had found a whole new world, just as 
the Master had said, and she could scarcely believe how joyous she felt, 
though exhausted by the intensity of their climax. Happily she gazed at the 
face of the large man, who returned her look with a warm, fatherly smile 
that melted Barbara's heart. 

"How do you feel now, my dear?" he asked. "Still afraid? Still frightened by 
the richness of what I offer you?" 

"No," she murmured in soft surprise. "I don't think I am." 

"That's fine," he said gently. "You've done very well. I'm very pleased." He 
leaned in to her, his eyes shining with admiration. The young housewife felt 
nearly overwhelmed by his commanding presence. He seemed so sure, so potent! 
At that moment she felt she could even devote her life to him. 

"You are beautiful, Barbara," he whispered. "Beautiful...." 

Unexpectedly, the young wife felt her eyes fill with tears, and with a 
little cry she flung her arms around his massive body, weeping like a happy 
little girl. 

"Oh, thank you," she said softly through her tears. "Thank you, Master." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

In Coretti's office on the other side of the phony mirror, Frank and Mara, 
one of Coretti's voluptuous female instructors, watched the salacious 
spectacle in the bath room with a mixture of awe and amusement. 

"I'll be damned," Mara said thoughtfully, absently fingering herself as she 
watched Coretti's lewd undertaking. "Who'd have thought that uptight little 
chickie would've gone for it so fast!" 

"Well, he's right," Frank declared. "It's what they all want, somebody to 
force them into doing the things they want to do anyway. He's doing her a 
favor!" 

Mara chuckled. "Yeah, he's all heart! How much do you think she's good for?" 

"Maybe not much money, but lots of social prestige. Coretti wants to use her 
as a fund raiser, give the operation a little class." 

Their conversation was interrupted by Coretti's voice over the hidden sound 
system. Unknown to Barbara, every sound of their depraved encounter was 
clearly audible in the adjoining room. 

"My dear, your progress is truly amazing," he was saying. "You have shown an 
extraordinary willingness to surrender. I am very pleased!" 

"Do you think you can help me?" Barbara asked, still dazed from the 
intensity of her exertions. 

"I am certain of it," the master replied, but before I can be absolutely 
sure, I must see and talk to your husband. After all, it is the whole person 
we treat here, and it is very important, even if your husband is unwilling 
to take the classes himself, that he understand the treatment." 

The mention of Ralph brought a frown to Barbara's face. "I ... I don't think 
he'd approve of ... of ... what we just did...." she declared anxiously, 
beginning to blush. 

"My dear, you must leave that to us," Coretti said, putting on the long 
garment he had worn when he first came into the room. "After all, if someone 
had described this session to you, you wouldn't have approved either, would 
you?" 

"No, I guess not," Barbara admitted. 

"Therefore you mustn't tell your husband any of the details, just get him to 
come to a trial class, and I'll take care of everything else." 

Frank switched off the sound as they saw Coretti making his farewells. "He 
really is a master," the lean young instructor said, a little in awe. 

Mara's thoughts were elsewhere, however. Her green eyes narrowed as she 
contemplated Coretti's last words. "I wonder what the husband's like?" she 
mused idly. 

Frank grinned. "I'm sure you'll find out tomorrow." 

* * * 

"Please follow me, Mr. Williams. We have just enough time before the class 
starts to get some preliminary information." 

Wishing he were anywhere else in the world, Ralph followed Mara down one of 
the corridors of the old building. 

"I'm only here because of my wife," he reminded the attractive brunette. 
"I'm not planning to take any courses myself." 

"I understand," she said reassuringly. "But it's still important, for your 
wife's sake. Besides," she continued, fluttering her thick lashes, "you 
never know . ... you may see what we have to offer here and decide to enroll 
yourself." 

Entrusted by Coretti with the mission of bringing Barbara's husband into the 
orgiastic "commune," Mara was delighted to see that Ralph was young, 
well-built, and extremely handsome. Indeed, as soon as he walked in the door 
with Barbara, who had departed for her own first class in erotic freedom at 
the opposite end of the house, Mara's interest became more than 
professional. 

Ralph was surprised at the separation of the sexes, but had decided not to 
protest for Barbara's sake. Indeed, the whole situation made him 
uncomfortable. But Barbara had pleaded with him the night before to take 
"just one class," and feeling guilty about his brutal treatment of her the 
previous night, he had finally agreed. 

After all, he reasoned to himself, it's not her fault she never had to 
struggle, always had everything handed to her on a silver platter. If I go 
along with it, maybe she'll see for herself how ridiculous it is. Besides, 
if she believes in these classes, maybe they'll really help, like faith 
healing. So, overcoming his reluctance, he agreed to accompany her to the 
Life Unlimited House. 

Mara, however, he hadn't expected. From the minute he laid eyes on her, he 
had been unable to distract himself from her spectacular face and figure. 
Small and olive-skinned, with emerald green eyes that flashed and sparkled 
as she spoke, she had the kind of tawny, provocative beauty that made it 
difficult for a man to concentrate on anything else. Clad in a short 
sleeved, low necked pink leotard that clearly revealed the dark outline of 
her nipples against the soft flesh of her full jutting breasts, a tight 
wrap-around miniskirt, and sandals that laced halfway up her shapely calves, 
she was definitely worth looking at. She had a way of walking, he noticed 
that was like ... like her hips were on ball bearings. She reminded him of 
girls he'd known in high school, the ones you bragged about cornering in the 
stairwell between classes. 

The fact that she taught a class in erotic freedom only added to her 
exoticism, although he had to acknowledge also that it made him feel 
strange, the idea of taking a class like that with a woman. I mean, how the 
hell can a bunch of guys feel comfortable getting lectures on sex from a 
chick built like that? he wondered. 

At the same time, it was oddly exciting, too. Maybe I could teach her a few 
things, he mused, smiling to himself. The thought caused his dormant penis 
to spring to life and strain against the tight material of his form fitting, 
faded dungarees. 

"Here we are," Mara said as they approached an open door at the far end of 
the corridor. Ralph stood aside to let her pass, then followed her inside. 
The room was unlike any classroom he had ever seen before. Its paneled walls 
and overstuffed furniture were Victorian in feeling, although the sun 
streaming through the casement windows made it remarkably cheerful. An 
ornate, gilt-edged mirror occupied most of one wall, framed on either side 
by elaborate brass and silver candelabra. In the center was a low bed 
covered with a sheepskin spread. 

"Quite a layout," he remarked appreciatively. 

"Why don't you look around while I get my notes together?" Mara suggested, 
easing herself into one of the chairs and pretending to be busy with the 
sheaf of application forms and papers she had brought with her. Actually she 
was watching the muscular attractive student as he explored the room. 
Aggressively, her eyes roved over his body, noting with pleasure the way his 
angular shoulders and tautly muscled back tapered to slim hips above the 
firm round swelling of his buttocks. His features were sharp and darkly 
handsome, yet there was a sensitivity about him that was boyish and 
appealing. And judging from the hard-on he had while we were walking down 
the hall, she thought, nibbling on her pencil and gazing at him through 
narrowed eyes, the best is yet to come! 

"I think I'm ready now, Ralph," she said, letting herself linger softly on 
his name. 

The young husband settled himself in an armchair opposite hers. "Ask me 
anything you want," he said lightly. "I have nothing to hide." 

"Let's see," Mara began. "How long have you been married?" 

"Six months, two weeks and ... three days." 

"You remember it so accurately." 

"I'm a very happily married man." 

"How lucky for you! So many young marrieds aren't, you know. By the way, how 
old are you and Barbara exactly?" 

"Barbara's nineteen. I'm twenty-two," he replied, trying to sound relaxed 
and cool. 

Mara laughed lightly, a throaty, intimate laugh, as though they shared a 
private joke. "And would you call your sex life satisfactory?" 

The directness of her question took Ralph off guard, and he shifted 
uncomfortably in his chair. "Well?" 

"Yes." His voice didn't sound as sure and sophisticated as he would have 
liked. 

"I see. When was the last time you had intercourse?" 

"Night before last." 

"And was that incident ... satisfactory, too?" 

Ralph felt his face redden under her gaze. The memory of the jarring sexual 
experience was still vivid in his mind. Somewhere, he knew it was the reason 
he had agreed to the class. The violence of his feelings during his callous 
near-rape of his wife had frightened him. It was as though her passivity had 
wrenched out of him an angry passion that he could not control, a drive 
toward conquest and dominance that was new to him, at least in the sexual 
realm. 

"What's the matter?" Mara asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You weren't 
impotent, were you?" 

Ralph's jaw dropped open in astonishment. "I sure as hell was not!" 

Mara smiled. "I didn't think so," she said, leaning towards him and touching 
his forearm lightly with her slim, tapering fingers. "You don't look like 
the type." 

Ralph couldn't make up his mind whether to look into her dancing, jewel-like 
eyes or down the deep line of cleavage she exposed when she bent forward. 
She seemed so sure of herself, so sexually at ease, that he felt tongue-tied 
and foolish. 

"Can you tell just by looking?" he finally said. 

"Sometimes. At least, I can tell when a man's ... sure of himself, like you 
are." 

Ralph flushed with pleasure at her flattering appraisal. It had been a long 
time since a woman had said anything so frankly complimentary about his sex 
appeal, certainly not Barbara, and definitely no one as exotically 
attractive as Mara. 

"You know," she said softly, still running her fingers through the thick, 
dark hair on his wrist and arm, "I wish you were taking my class. You'd be 
nice to have around. In fact, I'm going to do everything I can to change 
your mind." 

Just then the door opened, and other students began to arrive. Mara rose and 
went to greet them, leaving Ralph, pleased and excited, in his chair. Phew! 
he thought, lighting a cigarette with hands that shook lightly. This chick 
is dynamite! He forgot all about Barbara as he watched the sultry brunette 
move around the room easily. Her effect on the new arrivals was as potent as 
it had been on him, he noticed, but it also seemed that she was more 
reserved and business-like with them. 

And it wasn't as though all the others were unattractive, either. Although a 
few were pimply teenagers or fat and balding, three or four of them seemed 
about his own age and well-built and good looking besides. One of them sat 
down next to Ralph. 

"This is a teacher?" he grinned, indicating Mara. 

"Looks like it," Ralph replied. 

"Man, she can teach me erotic freedom anytime," his companion gloated, 
rubbing his palms together. "The whole course!" 

"Does anyone have any questions before we start?" Mara asked after everyone 
was seated. 

"Yes," a heavy, balding man in a short-sleeved white shirt and a bow tie 
replied. "How did we rate such a good looking teacher?" 

Mara lowered her lids and smiled charmingly while the men chuckled 
appreciatively and shifted in their chairs. "That's very sweet of you," she 
said, dazzling the questioner into silence with a warm glance. "Anyone 
else?" 

"I do!" A high-pitched voice sliced through the room and everyone shifted to 
see where it came from. A sallow, skinny young man with thick, horn-rimmed 
glasses was speaking. "What are your qualifications?" 

"Is he kidding?" the guy next to Ralph asked out loud, sending a ripple of 
nervous laughter through the room. 

"What do you mean?" Mara asked evenly. 

"I mean these classes cost money. What kind of credentials do you have to 
teach a course in erotic freedom?" 

-A fleeting look of hurt passed over Mara's darkly beautiful face and 
several of the students gave the questioner disapproving looks. 

"Ordinarily I prefer to let my work speak for itself. But since you ask, my 
only credentials are my certificates from Brother Coretti's instructor 
training courses. If anyone feels that's insufficient, please leave now. I 
wouldn't want you to feel you're being deceived." 

She looked around the room, the picture of aggrieved innocence. The murmurs 
of the class convinced her that everyone was satisfied with her 
qualifications. 

"Now for this first session," Mara said, moving lithely to the windows and 
pulling the heavy brocaded drapes closed. "I'd like you all just to relax 
and watch and listen. You can move around if you feel like it, but don't 
lose track of what's going on." 

The room was now in semidarkness, a cooling relief from the glaring heat of 
the sun. Mara lit some incense and candles, which cast an eerie glow on the 
walls and furniture. When she felt the atmosphere was right, she switched on 
a tape recorder, and soft, lush music filled the room. 

"Close your eyes and let yourselves drift," she instructed, her voice low 
and soothing. "Imagine yourselves anywhere you'd like to be, with any woman 
who excites you, your wife or sweetheart, someone at the office, even 
someone you've never met, or-" her gaze rested pointedly on Ralph, half 
hidden in the shadows, "someone you've just met recently. Even me." 

Ralph watched her go from chair to chair, and he could feel the excitement 
in the room as each man responded to her words or her light touch, or simply 
her overwhelming female presence. When she reached him, she stood behind his 
chair and kneaded the muscles of his shoulders. 

"You're very tense," she murmured softly, pulling him back against her so 
that his head rested against her soft, ripe breasts. She ran her hands down 
over his chest, leaning over so that his nostrils caught the heady aroma of 
her perfume mingled with the sweetly tantalizing odor of her body. Ralph 
could feel his body respond to her touch. His rapidly awakening cock 
stiffened and grew thick against his thigh, and he was aware of a throbbing 
sensation in his balls. Suddenly she leaned over further and grasped his 
painfully pulsing organ with her small, graceful hands. At the same time she 
lightly nipped his earlobe, her thick mane of dark hair cascading over his 
arm. 

"Mmmmmmmm, tiger!" she whispered, lightly squeezing his thick fleshy shaft 
and blowing little darts of cool breath into his ear. 

Then she moved on before he had a chance to reply. 

"Teacher's pet, eh?" his neighbor whispered. "Some guys have all the luck!" 

Ralph grinned self-consciously. "Well, you know, man," he said half 
jokingly, "you've either got it or you don't!" 

"Think of the woman you'd like to have in this room right now," Mara was 
saying, "moving to the music, just for you!" She began swaying seductively, 
raising her arms over her "head and thrusting her firm, pointed breasts 
forward while her ripely flaring hips moved from side to side. Although her 
words were directed to the whole class, her eyes were riveted to Ralph. 
Unzipping the tight pink leotard, she cupped her hands under her upthrust 
young breasts, pushing them upward so they almost fell out of the skimpy 
garment. Her tongue ran sensuously over her lips, moistening them until they 
gleamed in the candlelight. 

"You can do so many lovely things with a woman's tits," she murmured, 
casually slipping her arms out of the leotard sleeves. A sigh went through 
the room as she fully exposed the upper part of her body. Her softly 
gleaming breasts were large, much larger than they had looked at first, and 
they jutted out firmly and proudly. The nipples were cherry red as she began 
rubbing them between her fingers. "You can kiss them or bite them, or just 
fondle them until they get all hard and pointy, like this." Arching her 
body, Mara flicked her fingers back and forth over her nipples until the two 
rosy nubs stood out like perfectly shaped little pyramids from their 
surrounding areoles. 

The lush string music suddenly ended, but the last note had hardly sounded 
when the low, sensuous beat of drums and chanting natives replaced it. The 
steady rhythmn was like the collective heartbeat of every man in the room. 
Ralph could feel his breath coming faster, and his throat felt dry as the 
drums became louder by degrees. He gazed at the semi-naked, lushly sensual 
young girl dancing lasciviously in the candlelight; her skin was flushed and 
her shimmering dark hair flowed wildly around her shoulders. She looked like 
a goddess, or an exotic native girl about to perform a lewd, primitive 
ritual. 

In one quick gesture she untied the wrap-around skirt and let it fall at her 
feet. Then she opened the zipper of her leotard all the way, exposing her 
tautly rounded little belly and a few curling strands of dark pubic hair, as 
the men watched in awe and amazement. 

The atmosphere in the room was thick with lust as she slipped her thumbs 
inside the leotard and slowly began lowering it over the lush supple curves 
of her roundly flaring hips until only a thin line of pink material 
separated her from total nakedness. 

Ralph broke out in a light film of sweat, and he was achingly aware of the 
tightness of his trousers. His semen-bloated balls felt as though they were 
going to explode. At the same time, he was fascinated by the erotic 
spectacle taking place right before his eyes. 

Slowly, Mara turned around, offering to the class the rounded half moons of 
her nakedly gleaming buttocks, looking warm and white in contrast to the 
leotard bunched tightly just above her thighs. Peering seductively over her 
shoulder she purred throatily, "There are a lot of nice things you can do 
with a woman's ass, too ... but that's for a later class," she murmured, 
lowering herself sensually onto a couch and rolling slowly over on her back. 
Tantalizingly, she lowered the leotard over her firm, fleshy thighs and then 
flung it away into the darkness. 

Undulating in time to the increasingly intense jungle music, Mara began to 
grind her pelvis back and forth. Her head was flung back and she seemed lost 
in her own erotic enjoyment as she moved. She lewdly writhed around on the 
couch, spreading her legs and exposing the hairy mound of her outer cuntal 
lips from every angle. Then suddenly she reached down between her legs and 
opened her thighs as far as they would go. 

"This, of course, is a pussy, or a cunt, or whatever you'd like to call it," 
she said silkily, separating the wetly glistening pink lips with her finger, 
"I need a volunteer! Somebody who's really ... sure of himself!" 

Ralph couldn't believe his ears. She was using exactly the words she had 
spoken to him earlier. He gripped the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles 
turned white. The sight of her tender little pussy spread nakedly open like 
that made him feel almost savage. He wanted desperately to hold her in his 
arms, feel that warm creamy flesh pressed tight against his own hard, 
feverishly aroused body, and sink his blood engorged cock right up to the 
hilt into that moist pink cunt hole. 

"Well?" Mara asked tauntingly. "Aren't any of you brave enough to 
volunteer?" 

Suddenly, as if in a dream, Ralph felt himself rising from his seat. A 
murmur of surprise went through the room as he made his way to the couch. He 
felt like a different person, not the hard working, responsible young 
student he usually was, but a tough, raunchy stud. He stood before her, his 
thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his low-slung pants, gazing down at her 
lustily. 

"Will I do?" he managed to ask, barely able to get the words out through the 
heavy thickness of his desire. 

"Maybe," Mara cooed sensually. "Let's see what you've got!" 

Her lewd words sent a stab of potent arousal through his lean, muscular 
frame. With trembling hands he wrenched off his belt and flung it aside, 
then ripped open the zipper of his trousers, shoved them roughly down to his 
ankles, and kicked them off. His huge throbbing penis stood out 
perpendicularly from his tangle of pubic hair. 

"That's very ... impressive," Mara said, running her tongue lasciviously 
over her full red lips. "Do you know how to use it?" 

"You bet your sweet ass I do, baby," Ralph growled, unable to contain 
himself any longer. With a low growl, her threw himself on top of her on the 
couch, clutching her lushly naked body hungrily, running his hands from her 
succulent pink-tipped breasts to the soft round cheeks of her buttocks, and 
plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth. 

"Mmmmmhhhh," he moaned as Mara worked her hands between their tightly locked 
bodies and grasped his massively pulsating pole of male flesh. 

"Show me," she murmured, circling her tongue wetly in his ear and sending 
new hot shivers of excitement racing through his body. Her hands ran over 
the smooth flesh of his muscular back and down over his strong, round 
buttocks that seemed charged with strength. 

"Stick your beautiful big prick right up inside me, now!" 

At her words, Ralph exploded with lust. Using his knee, he forced her legs 
apart as far as they would go. He was panting like a crazed animal as he 
positioned himself at the entrance to her already wet vaginal opening. His 
heavy thick penis was purplish red with excitement, the veins along the 
length fully out-lined and straining against the thin membrane of skin. 

Mara looked up at him, her eyes shining; the sight of her, passionate and 
inviting, made the young husband feel powerful and potent. Somewhere deep 
within him, something primitive and forbidden began to stir. He wanted to 
tear her apart with his long hard cock, fuck her until she couldn't stand 
any more, until she begged for mercy. It wasn't lovemaking he wanted, not 
even satisfaction of normal desire. He felt like a satyr, a demon! 

"Shove it in me, baby," Mara hissed, taking his hot raging tool in both her 
hands and trying to pull him towards her. "SHOVE YOUR PRICK UP INTO MY 
CUNT!" 

With a savage growl, Ralph threw himself on her, and-aided by her hands 
which directed his massive length to the wetly quivering entrance to her 
cunt-he rammed his cock all the way into her warmly pulsating vaginal 
cavern. He drove forward lustfully until his cock's wide base slammed 
against the soft cushions of her outer pussy lips, buried to the hilt in her 
willing cuntal flesh. Immediately he began fucking her with a violence that 
surprised even him. 

"Aaaaiiiiieeeeeee," Mara cried, as his heatedly thick shaft assaulted the 
velvety interior of her cunt. She dug her nails into his shoulder and pulled 
her legs back, so that her sandal clad heels bounced against his hard, 
straining buttocks. "Do it harder," she demanded, her face contorted with 
lust. "Harder!!!" 

Hooking his arms under her knees, he forced her legs back against her chest, 
enabling himself to plunge even deeper into her inflamed wetly throbbing 
vagina. He twisted his pelvis in a powerful fucking motion, throwing his 
head back and closing his eyes, savoring each body jolting thud of his 
spongy cockhead against her tender cervix. 

Mara wantonly writhed beneath him, moaning in an animal-like mixture of 
pleasure and pain. There was nothing she liked better than a long stiff cock 
battering her with the force of a jackhammer. "Nnnnnngggghhhhh," she 
groaned. "That's it, hurt me, HURT ME!" 

"So that's the way you like it," Ralph growled. "Well, baby, that's fine 
with me!" 

All tender sensibilities, all thoughts of Barbara, were banished from his 
mind as he gave himself completely to the bizarre situation. He felt like a 
god! He was fucking the sexiest chick he'd ever laid eyes on, at her 
invitation, in front of a room full of stunned, admiring men. The knowledge 
that he was being watched only increased his potency. He rammed into her 
soft cuntal warmth without mercy, his hard, sinewy buttocks swinging back 
and forth in rhythm to the brutal strokes of his fucking. His long 
lust-thickened cock was gorged to the bursting point, and his entire naked 
body shone with sweat. His heavy cum-filled balls slapped madly against her 
smooth inner thighs, and his every muscle was strained and tense with 
volcanic lust. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh," Mara moaned, gripping his buttocks and pulling him deeply up 
inside with every stroke. The harder he rode her the more she liked it, and 
if it hurt and bruised her too, that only made it even more exciting. The 
pain affected her like an incredible aphrodisiac. She had learned this 
through Rick Coretti, and now she only lived for the wild satisfaction she 
found through his organization, driven on in an endless search for 
sensation. She lost herself in the burning excitement of Ralph's iron-hard 
penis tearing at her, plunging like the drive shaft of a locomotive along 
the steaming, quaking walls of her pussy. 

Like a cruel master punishing a slave, Ralph slammed in and out of her, his 
huge bulbous cock-head sliding relentlessly along her hot, wet 
sheath-pushing the sensitive pussy flesh aside like a hot knife cutting warm 
butter. He was consumed by a wild eroticism unlike anything he'd ever 
experienced in his life! 

All too soon he felt his impatient seed begin to surge and gather in his 
loins. His aching, sperm-filled balls, swinging and bobbing lewdly as he 
fucked her with all his strength, began to feel as if they were about to 
explode from the intense build-up of white-hot cum. 

Mara felt the change in the sudden uncontrolled spasms of impending release 
that surged throughout his sexually tensed frame. She, too, was suddenly 
bathed in new, overpowering sensations. The throbbing in her pleasurably 
tortured pussy swelled to galvanic proportions. "Ooooooohhhh," she moaned. 
"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGGG!" 

Ralph was at the bursting point also. His lust-inflated cock was about to 
explode with cum and, spurred on by her lewd exaltation, in a split second 
he was there!" 

"Ah ... Ah ... AHHHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he trumpeted. 

Spasm after spasm of his churning hot seed spurted out into her madly 
trembling cunt. Ralph's eyes were glazed like a madman's. triumphantly he 
emptied himself, and Mara received his lewd male cum with complete 
abandonment. Her own seething cuntal secretions flowed freely, and her 
dilated womb contracted spasmodically as she heaved her loins up to meet the 
last of his vicious thrusts. 

"Mmmmmm ... ahhh...." she mewled, completely satisfied as he squeezed the 
last bubbling drops of his rolling sperm into her cum-flooded pussy. Then he 
withdrew and sank into the soft furriness of the sheepskin couch cover. 

Feeling drained also, Mara sank down beside him and let the cool air waft 
over her nakedly glistening body. They were only dimly aware of the other 
men in the room, straining tensely in their chairs, their eyes riveted to 
the stupefying scene on the couch. But Mara didn't care about them anymore. 
She knew that she'd succeeded in her mission. Life Unlimited House had a new 
member. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Upon entering her own class some distance away in the rambling old house, 
Barbara was delighted to see that Jeannie and Annette were there before her. 
Although it made her slightly uncomfortable to notice that both were clad 
only in the skimpy loincloths that she had seen Annette wear on her last 
visit, her embarrassment at their semi-nakedness was outweighed by her 
relief at seeing someone she knew. 

After all, she reasoned, they live here, and that seems to be some sort of 
uniform. Besides, I have to learn to ... her mind searched for the words 
Coretti had used the night before-to see the human body in a new 
perspective, without the prudery of the outside world. 

Her strange encounter with the burly leader of the commune had affected her 
oddly. Already she felt freer than she had before, more on an equal level 
with Jeannie, whose freewheeling life style had always made her feel naive 
and unsophisticated. Now she chatted easily with her old neighbor, as though 
their mutual involvement in the Life Unlimited House had given birth to a 
new sense of camaraderie between them. Annette, smiling and serene, joined 
their conversation, too; and soon Barbara began to feel as though she were 
back in high school, surrounded by girl friends. 

Gradually other women joined them in the room, which was smaller than the 
one occupied by Mara's class and furnished only with a phonograph, a single 
canvas sling-back chair, and brightly colored cushions scattered along the 
walls: Estelle, a dark-haired woman in her forties who laughed nervously and 
spoke in a tense voice about her recent divorce and her unsuccessful 
analysis; Gerry, a petite, bubbly seventeen year old with a raucous laugh 
and tightly curled, almost wiry red hair, and Connie, a quiet, moody 
brunette in her late twenties, also recently divorced. 

Suddenly a hush fell over the room as the door opened again and Frank Bogart 
entered, clad in a pair of skin-tight leather pants that laced up the front 
and clearly out-lined the thick bulge of his cock and balls against his 
lean, muscular thighs. His feet were bare, and Barbara felt her heart beat 
faster as she took in his finely sculpted features, strikingly set off by 
the dark color of the leather. She noticed again the curling golden hairs 
that covered his pectoral muscles and tapered downwards until they 
disappeared inside his shiny trousers. He seemed even taller than she 
remembered him, at least six-foot four, and his eyes, set like shimmering 
blue pools on either side of his straight, chiseled nose, seemed to have a 
hint of cruelty in them as he surveyed the assembled women. 

He smiled easily, however, as he began to speak, after collecting the 
application forms of the new arrivals. 

"As those of you know who have had an introductory interview, our courses, 
particularly those for women, are based on the idea of surrender. You will 
never achieve erotic freedom until you are able to submit, totally and 
without question, to whatever sexual demands are made on you. For the next 
two hours, therefore, you are all to think of yourself as my sexual slaves. 
This first class is for the purpose of evaluating your ability to obey. If 
you can't meet our standards here, you'll be asked to attend a few more 
orientation sessions until you're ready. Of course, I will do everything I 
can to overcome your resistances, since you won't be accepted without my 
approval. Is that understood?" He looked carefully at each of the students, 
and Jeannie felt a sudden jolt of excitement as his cruel eyes locked on 
hers. 

"Good," he continued as the women murmured and nodded their assent. "Then 
the first step is to get out of all those restrictive clothes. Not all at 
once," he ordered as they began, after a moment's hesitation, to divest 
themselves of their clothing. "One at a time, and in the front of the room, 
so we can all get acquainted." 

In the silence that followed, the exotic looking young instructor pulled the 
sling-back chair to one side and sat down, crossing one long leg over the 
other, fully intending to enjoy his work. Sometimes he thought he enjoyed 
the first few classes more than the later ones. Although the latter were 
more involved and demanding, and in many ways more interesting, the first 
one always made him feel like a sultan with his pick of eligible virgins. 
"Start on one side of the room and go in sequence," he ordered. 

Mentally he assessed each woman as she undressed. Estelle slipped out of her 
slacks, sweater, brassiere and panties awkwardly and quickly, blushing 
furiously the whole time, but stealing glances at the handsome leader. "An 
oldie but goodie," he thought, his eyes taking in her full, still attractive 
figure. "She'll loosen up. They always do." Annette glided silently and 
gracefully to the front of the room and unhooked her simple loincloth. 
Frank's eyes lingered a moment on her small, almost adolescent breasts and 
the roundly fleshed thighs that framed her reddish-blonde triangle of pubic 
hair. "She's the perfect slave," Frank mused. "Practically simple-minded, 
and she'll do anything I want her to do!" 

Jeannie followed Annette, keeping her eyes down, her reddish hair falling 
over her face as she stood naked in front of the class. Barbara admired her 
friend's apparent lack of self-consciousness, and she smiled encouragement 
at her as she returned to her place. 

Next was Gerry, who made them all laugh by doing a quick bump and grind as 
she wriggled out of her brief hot-pants and tiny ribbed top. Petite and 
perfectly proportioned, she obviously wasn't shy, and Frank felt his long 
thick penis stiffen at the sight of her small, voluptuous body. 

Then it was Barbara's turn. Frank leaned forward slightly in anticipation as 
she began to unbutton her neat cotton blouse. 

Ralph's wife reddened with embarrassment as one article of clothing after 
another joined the heap on the floor. She had never undressed in front of 
anyone before, not even Ralph, and certainly not in circumstances like 
these. I mustn't resist, she ordered herself, fighting down the desire to 
bury her head in her hands and run out of the room. She could feel Frank's 
eyes on her, almost palpably burning into her trembling flesh as, clad only 
in her flower-printed nylon brassiere and panties, she reached behind her to 
unhook her brassiere. Her lushly sloping breasts, tipped with tantalizing 
circles of coral, fell forward as they were released from the confines of 
the tight garment. Finally she eased her panties down over her long, shapely 
thighs and started back to her place, anxious to be out of the glare of 
Frank's penetrating eyes. 

"Not so fast!" he ordered. "Stand up and let us see you." 

Burning with shame and embarrassment, Barbara did as she was told, wishing 
she could sink into the floor. Frank gazed at her lasciviously, enjoying her 
obvious humiliation almost as her statuesque proportions. She was blushing 
from head to toe, and the pink tinge of her naked skin was an exciting 
contrast to the pale blonde hair that hung almost to her waist and the 
darker blonde tangle of her pubic mound. After what seemed to Barbara an 
eternity, he nodded to her that she could go. 

Last of all was Connie, who slipped out of her clothes casually, as though 
she didn't care. Frank's eyes narrowed with interest as she shed her 
clothes, revealing a full-hipped figure with fleshy, sloping buttocks and 
lushly swaying breasts tipped with cherry-red nipples. "Stay there," he 
ordered, as the sensual beauty started to leave. 

"You've done very well so far, slaves," he said, turning his chair slightly 
so that he faced them. "But this is only the beginning. "You," he said, 
indicating Gerry, "come up here next to my chair, and you stand on the other 
side," he ordered Connie. "Spread your legs!" Nervously the two naked women 
obeyed. Without looking at either of them, he reached between their thighs 
and began fondling their naked vaginal entrances as he spoke. 

"I've told you that you must submit. Do any of you have any idea just what 
it is you must submit to?" he asked, staring at the class with glittering 
eyes, his lips curled in a slight smile at the stunned expressions on the 
women's faces as they watched him brazenly caress the obscenely exposed 
girls. Connie's head was thrown back and her eyes closed, as though this was 
the most natural thing in the world, while Gerry was beginning to wriggle 
lewdly against his probing finger. With no further preparation, Frank 
inserted one of his fingers into each accessible vaginal sheath and pulled 
them even closer. "No? Then I'll show you. You." he commanded, nodding to 
Estelle. "Kneel down and unlace my pants." 

The tall, curly-haired young man spread his legs, and the older woman knelt 
between his knees and fumbled with the leather thongs. The pants were 
designed with an overlapping flap which, once undone, revealed his mammoth, 
fully erect penis and round, hairy testicles. 

"This is your master! This is whom you must serve!" he said intensely as his 
desire-swollen cock waved lewdly before him. He punctuated his words with 
sudden upward prods of his fingers which caused Connie and Gerry to cry out 
in obvious pleasure. "Pay him homage!" he suddenly barked at Estelle, who 
still knelt, trembling, on the floor between his knees. "Lick my cock and 
balls, slave!" 

Barbara watched, repelled yet fascinated, as Estelle bent over the massively 
throbbing penis. All she could see from her position on the floor were the 
pale white orbs of the divorcee's trembling buttocks and the expression of 
glazed lust on Frank's face as he continued to fondle Connie and Gerry while 
the older woman slavered over his fiery loins. 

Although Barbara knew she shouldn't resist anything, something about the 
extraordinary scene before her eyes was dark and disturbing. Yet, 
paradoxically, she could feel herself becoming excited too, and she felt 
compelled to struggle against the new feelings. Still, though, she couldn't 
take her eyes away from the lewd quartet! It was ... degrading, she thought, 
somehow shameful and wrong! But despite her revulsion she was riveted to the 
lurid scene taking place before her. 

Suddenly Jeannie nudged her into attention. She had been so absorbed in 
registering her own reactions that she hadn't noticed that Frank's attention 
had turned to her. 

"You!" he shouted, for what must have been the second or third time, judging 
from the angry look in his glittering blue eyes. "Come suck my cock!" 

Barbara felt paralyzed, unable to move. She tried to force herself forward, 
but she felt as though she were rooted to the spot. She couldn't do that 
terrible thing! She couldn't! Even though she had performed the same act 
only the previous day on the burly leader of the entire commune, that had 
been different. It was private and alone, not in a room full of other women. 
Of course, she was unaware that Frank and Mara had observed every step of 
her erotic interlude with Coretti. 

Seeing her remain in her place, Frank abandoned the trio of aroused women 
and stalked ominously over to her, moving sleekly like a cat. Towering above 
her, he seized his massively thick shaft and balls in his hands and 
practically shoved them into her face. 

"I SAID, SUCK MY COCK!" he hissed threateningly. 

"I ... I can't!" she wailed, suddenly breaking into hysterical tears and 
flinging her head down on Jeannie's lap. "I can't!" 

Whack! the terrified young wife suddenly felt a stinging slap across her 
naked white buttocks, and another, and another. "You can hit me all you 
like," she sobbed. "But I can't do what you say," and she clung all the 
harder to Jeannie, as if for protection. 

"I see," Frank said, suddenly calm. "You prefer other things to sucking 
cock! Very well! I'm reasonable! Lie down, slave," he suddenly ordered 
Jeannie, who was just as unnerved as Barbara at the strange turn of events. 
She knew just how brutal Frank could be if crossed, so quickly did as she 
was told. 

Before Barbara could even register her reaction of shock and horror to his 
new commands, he had flipped her all the way over on her belly between 
Jeannie's legs and straddled her quivering body, pinning her down with his 
own weight. 

He wants me to lick Jeannie down there! No! No! her mind screamed, and she 
arched and twisted her body, trying to escape. 

"Submit," Frank ordered, and his voice was strangely sensual and soft, 
almost like a caress. "Submit," he said again forcing her head downwards 
towards Jeannie's wetly glistening cuntal slit. 

"Oh God, help me!" she wailed, feeling degraded beyond anything she had ever 
thought possible. But it was almost as though Frank were forcing her to obey 
through a superior will. 

"You must help yourself!" he commanded. "Now!" 

Closing her eyes and fighting back her shame and revulsion as best she 
could, Barbara allowed him to push her head into the warmly fleshed triangle 
up between Jeannie's widespread legs. She could smell the musky female scent 
of her friend wafting up into her nostrils, and although she was at first 
disgusted by it, the sharp fragrance also charged her body with a certain 
excitement, and despite her anxiety, she felt the renewed stirrings of 
sexual passion. She opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue. At first, as 
her tongue licked delicately at the moist cuntal outer lips and she tasted 
the slightly tart female wetness, she recoiled, but as she continued, she 
found herself little by little losing her resistance. Shivering, she -rimmed 
her tongue around the reddish strands of curling pubic hair that lined the 
soft, pink cleft. Her probing oral member suddenly found the erect little 
clitoris, and she was startled to feel it harden and quiver with excitement 
when she brushed it lightly with her tongue. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Jeannie moaned, as Barbara's warm tongue slid softly up and down 
over her moistening vaginal furrow. Waves of delight gushed through her 
sensual young body and she began to writhe with pleasure, pushing her wetly 
throbbing pussy up into her friend's face, opening up her vaginal passage as 
wide as possible. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Her prim, 
naive next-door neighbor, only a few days ago shocked at the mildest 
reference to sex, was licking and sucking her pussy, lying naked on the 
floor between her legs, while Frank Bogart straddled her, watching it all so 
lasciviously! The slim young teacher's hand was clasped tightly around his 
hard swollen cock-shaft, and he was stroking himself into a frenzy of lust 
as Jeannie writhed and twisted passionately under Barbara's tonguing. 

Suddenly the young blonde wife felt him get off her body, and an instant 
later, his hands were on her hips, pulling her upward into a kneeling 
position. Her nakedly gleaming buttocks waved lewdly in the air, and 
although the awkward position increased her feelings of shame and 
humiliation, she didn't dare move for fear of arousing his anger. 

Positioned behind her, Frank's eyes were glued to the obscene tableau. 
Barbara's long blonde hair fanned out around her shoulders and down her back 
in shimmering waves and cascaded lightly over Jeannie's widespread thighs. 
Then his attention turned to the fleshy, quivering mounds of Barbara's 
buttocks and the deep shadowy crevice that divided the two moon-like halves. 
He was consumed now with a passion so deep, so compulsive, that his mind 
flickered with the lewdest, vilest of thoughts. Reaching out with both 
hands, he gripped the soft, fleshy ass cheeks and spread them slowly apart, 
his eyes riveted to the brown, tightly puckered little anus that nestled up 
between them. 

Barbara shivered as she felt his fingers flick teasingly up and down the 
length of her defenselessly upthrust rectal crevice. Oh no, she thought, 
he's going to do what Ralph did the other night! He's going to put his 
finger in there! I don't know if I can stand it! More accustomed to the lewd 
idea than she had been the first time, however, she had to admit that there 
was a tantalizingly exciting feeling attached to his fingers exploring her 
anal area, and she tried to relax into it, concentrating her attention on 
her oral ministrations to Jeannie's softly undulating cunt. 

Then she felt his outstretched finger poised at the entrance to her rectal 
passage itself, and despite her efforts to submit, her body tensed and she 
began to struggle. But Frank gripped her tightly around the waist with one 
hand and, with iron cruelty, plunged the extended middle finger of the other 
into her tightly puckered nether hole. 

Barbara emitted a shriek of pain and began bucking and twisting wildly. Her 
back passage felt as though it were on fire, although his finger had 
scarcely penetrated beyond the tight muscular ring at the entrance. 

"Hold her down," Frank commanded the other women in the "class." 

Suddenly Barbara felt Jeannie's legs lock around her back in a vise-like 
grip, while her hands clutched her hair and forced her head back down into 
the warmly perfumed vaginal slit. Barbara had never known such pain and 
degradation. Even Ralph's cruel treatment was nothing compared to this! She 
moaned and writhed but to no avail, for Jeannie held her head firmly, 
forcing the captive young wife to continue licking her pussy, while Frank 
forced his finger up her tight anal opening, inch by torturous inch, 
widening it and sending stinging shafts of pain through her whole body. 

Then, without warning, it was over. Barbara felt his finger slip out of her 
shuddering anal passage, and for a moment, she felt a wave of relief that he 
was through with her. An instant later, however, she realized that her 
ordeal was not yet completed. He gripped her hips firmly with his hands, and 
then she was horrified to feel his thickly swollen penis throbbing with a 
hot excitement against her aching rectal entrance. 

He'll tear me apart! Barbara thought wildly. I'll never be able to take his 
thing in there! It's too big! Stark terror overcame her as she felt the 
charged, rubbery head begin to press inexorably against her, stretching the 
tight sphincter farther than it had ever gone before. All she could do was 
let it push her forward until her face was crushed against Jeannie's wetly 
pulsating cunt. 

He'll realize it doesn't fit, she thought, and he'll have to stop! But 
suddenly, with savage intensity, Frank plunged his massive tool forward with 
a vicious jerk, forcing the purplish head just inside her tightly clenched 
anus. Barbara screamed with pain. She felt she would faint from the searing, 
fiery sensations that shot through her back and bowels. 

Taking his time and savoring every centimeter of his progress, Frank inched 
his lust-engorged cock up into her straining back passage, his brutal 
pleasure increased by her agonized cries. "Oooohhhhhh baby!" he grunted as 
he pushed his long, hot cock into the tensely throbbing interior of her 
rectum. 

Impaled as she was from behind by Frank's rigidly thick cock that ripped 
into her rectal flesh like a burning sword, and gripped mercilessly in front 
by Jeannie, there was nothing the nakedly kneeling young wife could do but 
surrender. Surrender completely! Her body was racked with pain, and her mind 
was awash with shame and self-loathing. 

Frank began to slowly fuck her in and out, each cruel sodomizing thrust 
widening the still tightly resistant rear channel. Jeannie twisted and 
jerked her hips, grinding her suddenly tingling pussy up into her friend's 
wetly smeared face. Frank increased his tempo, his dangling hairy balls 
slapping at the moistly quivering flesh of Barbara's vagina. In her most 
secret thoughts, she had never imagined such horrible things could happen to 
anyone ... much less herself. 

Yet ... there was no denying it ... something else was beginning to happen 
as well. Another aspect of her personality, the strangely depraved creature 
she had only begun to know during her forced oral intercourse with Coretti, 
began to take her over again. 

Her body rippled with a new excitement. She felt as if she were melting. Out 
of the humiliation and shame, she began to feel voluptuous waves of pleasure 
that made the pain bearable ... yes ... yes, even delicious! Without 
realizing it, she intensified her tonguing and relaxed her ass muscles, 
opening the way for Frank's slicing, pounding penis to come into her anal 
hole as deeply as he wanted. For all she cared he could tear her apart! 
Destroy her! 

Sensing her new abandon, Frank thrust his blood-engorged tool deeper and 
deeper, his hips pumping furiously. Jeannie lost herself in the radiantly 
sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing vaginal cave and moaned 
passionately under Barbara's wild tongue-fucking. 

"OOOOOooohhhh yyyeeessss," she cried, as the kneeling young wife's quivering 
tongue plunged snake-like deeper and deeper into her madly convulsing pussy. 
"YYYEEESSSSSS!!!!!" 

All three bodies heaved and twisted shamelessly, oblivious of the circle of 
amazed female faces that watched them. The threesome began to move in 
unison, their muscles straining under the brutalizing force of their rampant 
sexuality. 

Frank grunted and heaved his burgeoning penis deeply into Barbara's rectal 
passage, and she received his iron blows with gasping ecstasy. She began to 
drive her nakedly rotating buttocks backwards, actually craving the hammer 
blows of his thick mighty organ deep inside her forever stretched rectum. It 
seemed to answer a deep, never before acknowledged need to be completely 
battered and used. It was as if all her nerve endings had been taken out of 
herself and thrust forcibly into a churning maelstrom of erotic sensation. 
She felt herself caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of excitement. I'm 
cumming! she realized with amazement. I'M CUMMING! 

As she began to convulse with the onrush of orgasm, grinding her naked 
buttocks back against Frank's heatedly pistoning cock, he could feel his 
white-hot sperm gathering in his throbbing balls, welling up and churning 
towards ultimate release. "Ah ... ahhh ... AHHH...." he moaned as the 
tension grew. 

Jeannie also felt her excitement double. Her entire vaginal sheath seemed to 
contract and bear downward with violent intensity as Barbara, caught in the 
onrush of climax, whirled and rammed her tongue madly in her friend's hotly 
quivering pussy. "OOOOOOHHHH!" I ... I'm CUMMMMIIINNNGG!" she shrieked 
loudly, as her heated vaginal walls suddenly began to secrete the sweet 
aching essence that gushed forth and washed like a steaming vapor down her 
wildly spasming pussy, cascading over Barbara's plunging tongue and onto the 
kneeling young woman's face. 

"AAAGGGGHHH!" Frank cried as his white hot sperm began shooting far up into 
the tightly convulsing rectum of his newest "slave." Barbara felt the 
boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and 
spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as 
though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsating 
cuntal sheath gushed its own warm fluid in complete response to the mad 
climax that rocked the room. Closing her eyes, she could see wild explosions 
like starbursts of rocket fire behind her eyes, as she strained backwards, 
opening, opening, opening farther than she ever had before. 

After draining the last of his thick, male fluid deep into her wildly 
clasping anal canal, Frank removed his still gorged, thick cockhead with a 
pop from her stretched and aching hole and slumped, exhausted on the floor. 
Barbara was shocked to realize that despite the torment, she felt strangely 
empty once it was gone. Jeannie, her passion also ebbing away, sank back on 
the floor, breathing heavily. 

Finally released from their cruel grip, Barbara raised her battered young 
body upwards. As her mind swirled, trying to gain consciousness, she 
suddenly saw Connie, Gerry, Estelle and Annette watching her in stunned 
silence. In a chilling rush of awareness, she realized that they had 
witnessed the entire obscene spectacle to which she had not only been forced 
to submit, but which she had actually begun to enjoy. A sudden flood of 
shame washed over her, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor, wishing she 
could die. 

"Oh no," she sobbed. "No ... no ... no...." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

After the class was over, several hours later, Barbara fled the room and 
rushed to the ladies room on the first floor to erase the traces of her 
obscene encounter from her tear-ravaged face. "I'll never come back here 
again," she vowed to herself as she adjusted her makeup in the mirror. 
"Ralph was right! This place is immoral, and as soon as I see him I'm going 
to tell him so! Oh! How can I ever face Jeannie again? Or any of those 
women?" 

The shockingly lewd episode had affected her deeply, and in ways she didn't 
really want to confront. It was horrifying to the well-bred wife to realize 
that she had not only participated in the lurid scene, but in some depraved 
comer of herself had actually enjoyed it. The image of herself wriggling 
nakedly and lewdly backwards into Frank's fiercely plummeting penis, while 
her lips and tongue slavered over Jeannie's lust swollen vagina and clitoris 
rose before her mind's eye like a hideous phantom from a nightmare. 
Frightened by the intensity of her own depravity even more than by Frank's, 
all she wanted was to hurl herself into her husband's arms and hide there 
forever, safe and secure. 

"We'll work things out ourselves," she muttered aloud as she hurried down 
the hall to the reception hall where they had agreed to meet. "We don't need 
any classes in erotic freedom. Nothing that happens between us could 
possibly be as horrible as what went on in that room!" 

Suddenly she saw her husband coming towards her from the opposite direction. 
She quickened her pace, her heels making a sharp staccato sound on the tiled 
floors. "Oh, Ralph, I'm so glad to see you," she began, breaking into a run 
and throwing her arms around him like a child lost in a storm. 

"Hi baby, how are you?" he replied, returning her embrace and lifting her 
lightly off the floor. Barbara was taken aback by his lighthearted tone and 
his air of complete relaxation. 

"You know, honey," he continued, setting her down but keeping his hands 
around her waist, "you were right and I was wrong! This place really has a 
lot going for it!" 

"Then I guess we'll see you next week, Ralph?" 

Barbara had been so intent on reaching Ralph's side that she hadn't even 
noticed that he was accompanied by the petitely curvaceous brunette that she 
had met briefly when they arrived. Now she watched her husband turn to the 
attractive woman and shake her hand warmly. 

"Yes, yes I think so," he said slowly, his eyes riveted to the stranger's 
face. 

"I look forward to it," the girl replied in a low voice. 

"Well, honey, how was your class?" Ralph asked, slipping his arm around her 
shoulder as they walked down the broad steps of the mansion. He felt 
euphoric after Mara's dynamic lovemaking. Although he knew it was wrong, 
knew that he was being unfaithful and dishonest to his lovely young wife, 
the feelings unleashed within him by his public encounter with the amoral 
instructress were too potently satisfying for him to be able to let go. 
After all, he reasoned in an uneasy dialogue with his conscience, I'm not 
getting what I need at home, so why shouldn't I have a little 
extracurricular fun? Just temporarily, of course, until Barbara gets herself 
together! So absorbed was he in his own experience that it never occurred to 
him that his young wife might have undergone a similar, though less 
pleasant, ordeal. 

"It ... it was strange," Barbara responded slowly, not sure how to begin. 
She looked at her husband's serene profile. He seemed happier than she had 
seen him in months. "I'm not sure I want to go back," she blurted out 
suddenly. 

"Why not?" 

Her heart seemed to turn over as she saw again the harsh scene in Frank's 
classroom. How could she even begin to tell him? With a shock, she realized 
that it was unimaginable that she could ever describe it to her husband. She 
wouldn't even know where to begin. And even if she could somehow manage to 
verbalize the events themselves, what could she say when he asked her why 
she had submitted to such a terrible thing? Explain that she had wanted it? 
Given herself over to a stranger in the most shameless ways possible? She, 
who had been so prudish with her husband for months that he was driven to 
the point of near-rape? He'd never forgive her! Never! 

"Oh ... I don't know," she faltered. "It was just ... strange, that's all." 

"Yeah, well I guess you have to expect that at the beginning," Ralph replied 
easily. "Say here's our bus!" 

Miserably Barbara followed him onto the sooty, lumbering vehicle and stared 
bleakly out the window during the long ride back to the city. 

* * * 

The following Monday they received a card in the mail informing them they 
had been officially accepted into the Life Unlimited House courses, and 
inviting them to come early the next time to speak with "Brother Coretti," 
who would work out financial arrangements and answer any questions they 
might have. 

All week Barbara searched for a way out of her dilemma. The little that 
Ralph told her during his brief free time at home wasn't any help. Nothing 
disturbing seemed to have happened to him at all. 

Maybe it's just that terrible Frank Bogart, Barbara wondered. If I could 
tell Mr....Brother Coretti about him, maybe he'd fire him. Maybe he doesn't 
know what goes on in his class! 

The thought cheered her somewhat, and when, on the following Saturday, they 
again took the bus over the Hudson to the house on the Palisades, her heart 
was lighter than it had been all week. 

"Welcome back, Ralph and Barbara!" The burly commune leader greeted them 
jovially, ushering them into his private suite on the second floor. "I'm 
delighted that you've decided to join our happy family!" 

Ralph's eyes popped as he beheld Coretti's luxurious private quarters for 
the first time. Even Barbara, more accustomed to the things that money can 
buy, was a little in awe. Plush oriental wall-to-wall carpeting covered the 
floor. 

The furnishings in the private suite were modern and comfortable. In 
addition to the usual chairs, tables and couches, the room contained an 
audio-visual system along one wall with a huge collection of tapes and 
records, a built-in color television set with the largest screen either of 
them had ever seen, movie cameras and projectors, and various other 
electronic toys for the masterful leader's amusement. 

"Man, you've really got it made!" Ralph expostulated, hardly knowing where 
to look first. 

"Fate has been very kind to me," Coretti replied, smiling and indicating 
that they should sit down on one of the large luxurious couches. "I like to 
think it's my reward for doing good works, but perhaps that's egotistical of 
me. Make yourselves comfortable for a few minutes. I had a business meeting 
this morning in the city, and I haven't had a chance to change." 

In contrast to Barbara's first meeting with him, Coretti was attired in an 
expensive looking light weight business suit, which made more of an 
impression on Ralph than his exotic eastern looking garments would have. In 
fact, the young student felt a little foolish over his initial harsh opinion 
of the man who now chatted easily with them from the bedroom that adjoined 
the spacious living room. 

"I've heard glowing reports from Mara and Frank about your progress. They 
each told me you were the most promising pupils in their classes." 

Barbara's forehead wrinkled in a frown at his words. It seemed incredible 
that Frank would have spoken well of her, in view of his fury at her in the 
class. It confirmed her suspicion that Coretti was being deceived by the 
slim, sensual young man, and she was even more determined to speak out about 
him, if only she could talk to Coretti alone. 

"Now, let's get down to business," Coretti said, returning to the room clad 
in a short, belted terrycloth robe and slippers. 

"According to your applications, your income isn't exactly princely, is it?" 

"That's an understatement," Ralph replied ruefully. "If the first class 
hadn't been free, we wouldn't have been able to come at all, and frankly I 
don't see how we're going to be able to afford to go on with them." 

Coretti surveyed the young couple, his shrewd eye sizing up the innocent 
looking husband as astutely as they had the wife. He knew the type, all 
honor and ambition until you flung temptation in their path. Then they'd 
sell their own mother for a taste of money or prestige, or even a good lay, 
he thought cynically. He'd hustled enough of them to know they all had their 
price. But if you played them right, got them hooked slowly, they were 
tremendously loyal, and he needed an organization of bright, loyal young men 
to help him maintain the place at the top of the heap that he'd worked for 
all his life, and which was now almost within his grasp. Besides, he took a 
perverse pleasure in corrupting the innocent. It was what they wanted 
anyway, and he had created the Life Unlimited Houses to give people what 
they wanted ... for a price. 

"Ordinarily, Ralph, our classes are quite expensive, as you can no doubt 
understand, given what we provide." Ralph thought he looked at him a little 
too pointedly, though he couldn't be sure. "In your case, however, I am 
prepared to waive most of the fees in exchange for some legal services. You 
are a law student, aren't you?" 

"Yes," the astonished young husband replied, "but I can't practice yet. I've 
got years to go!" 

"Let me explain. I have a foundation that is very profitable, so profitable, 
in fact, that I can scarcely keep track of all the ins and outs, and I don't 
really trust the firm that's handling things for me. I've decided that I 
need a legal secretary, someone to do research for me, figure out angles, 
someone I can trust. It could be very valuable experience for someone 
interested in corporate law, as I expect Life Unlimited Houses to be 
springing up all over the country in the next few years. You could handle 
the whole thing once you have your degree. Do you think you'd be 
interested?" 

"Of course I'd be interested," Ralph answered, "but I don't know how much 
time I'd be able to give you now. I have a part-time job at a garage and I 
go to school during the day ... " 

"I think I'll very shortly have enough work for you that you could give up 
your job at the garage and make even better money than you do now. If it 
works out, you could have a very profitable career here." 

"I ... I don't know what to say," Ralph stammered, looking at Barbara in 
amazement. 

"I told you he was a wonderful man," she smiled, squeezing her husband's 
hand warmly. "Oh, Brother Coretti, how can we ever thank you?" 

The burly leader waved aside her gratitude. "Nonsense, my dear. It's a 
mutual exchange. Think it over, Ralph, and we'll talk about it again soon. 
In the meantime, do either of you have any questions you'd like to ask?" 

"I do," Barbara began, twisting her hands nervously in her lap. 

"In that case, let me show Ralph where his class is meeting today. Then you 
and I can have a little chat before yours begins." 

The heavy-set sex guru led Ralph through his private entrance to the 
adjoining bath chamber. "In there," he said, indicating the dressing room on 
the other side, "you'll find some clothes. Put them on and wait for Mara to 
come and get you. Congratulations! You are now officially accepted as a 
slave. I have no doubt you'll soon be a master. Mara says you're very ... 
quick!" 

"Thank you," Ralph stammered, his head swimming with Coretti's strange 
terminology and his generous offer. 

"Oh, and Ralph," Coretti continued, "I want you to know there's no limit to 
how far you can go here if you stick with me. Understand?" 

"I think so." 

"Good," Coretti turned on his heel and went back into his private suite. And 
now, he thought, to take care of the little woman. And I know just how to do 
it, too. Smiling evilly, the calculating entrepreneur disappeared into his 
chambers. 

After he was gone, Ralph made his way across the marble-tiled bathroom to 
the dressing room. On one of the benches, he found a brief studded-leather 
jock strap, a pair of high sandals with straps that encircled his legs at 
mid-calf, and a bronzed bracelet which fit around his upper arm. He knew 
that "slave" was the first and lowest rung on the ladder of achievement in 
the Life Unlimited House, but he hadn't been prepared for this. 

Feeling strangely excited, though not entirely without embarrassment, the 
muscular young student slipped out of his own clothes and into the weird 
costume. 

Once attired, he looked at himself in the mirror, hardly able to believe the 
image that greeted him. The skimpy triangle of leather barely covered the 
huge mound of his genitals, and dark strands of pubic hair curled out over 
the top and sides and up over his flat stomach and muscular chest. In 
profile, the soft flesh of his testicles protruded in front of his muscular 
thighs. His buttocks, except for the thin thongs that held up the jock 
strap, were naked. To his amazement, the sight of his own body in the mirror 
affected him erotically. He could scarcely believe that the darkly erotic, 
vaguely dangerous looking stud that looked back at him was himself. "Wait'll 
Mara gets a load of this," he thought chuckling to himself at his own 
vanity. 

Just then the door opened, and the object of his thoughts came in, swathed 
in a long black velvet cape that rustled silkily as she walked, and a pair 
of tightly laced leather boots. Through the opening in the cape, he could 
see that she was naked except for a triangular piece of leather that matched 
his own around her loins. 

For a long moment they looked at each other, both stunned by the other's 
exotic appearance. Then Ralph let out a long whistle. "Not bad," he began, 
moving towards her ready to take her in his arms. 

"Quiet, slave!" she snapped. "Follow me!" Turning on her heel, she led the 
way back into the room she had come from. Taken aback by her sharp rebuff, 
Ralph did as she commanded. 

Once inside, the spectacle that met his eyes caused him to stop short in 
astonishment. The room was small and dark, the walls covered with thick 
velvet drapes and the only light coming from several candles. Backless 
couches were scattered along the walls, and in the dim light, he could 
barely make out the figures of several girls in costumes identical to his 
own, wearing half-masks that covered their faces so that he couldn't 
distinguish their features, only their virtually naked bodies and the color 
of their hair. One of them, still in her teens, he guessed, from her 
smallish adolescent proportions, was sitting against the wall, her knees 
bent and her thighs spread wide, finger-fucking herself. The other two were 
twined in each other's arms, stroking each other's bodies while their 
tongues darted lasciviously in and out of each other's mouths. Actually, the 
figures belonged to Annette, Jeannie and Connie respectively, turned over to 
Mara by Frank and commanded to do her bidding. No sooner did he lay eyes on 
them, than the scantily clad young man experienced a thundering erection 
that made his skimpy triangular garment bulge outward from his nearly nude 
body. 

Christ! he thought, looking around lustily, I could cum just watching them! 

"Lie down on the floor!" Mara ordered. "There!" 

Looking down, Ralph saw an area in the middle of the room roughly out-lined 
by three metal rings that protruded from the floor in a triangular 
arrangement. "Grab the ring above your head," she commanded when he had 
settled himself, "with both hands." 

Stretching his arms over his head, Ralph did as he was told. An instant 
later, he was unnerved to feel his wrists being tightly bound together and 
attached to the metal contrivance. 

"What the...." he began, twisting around to see what was happening. 

"Silence, slave!" Mara spat, cutting him off. Suddenly two of the girls had 
seized his legs and spread them apart, and they, too, were bound to the 
rings at the sides, though more loosely than his hands so that he still had 
freedom of movement in the lower part of his body. Ralph grinned. It seemed 
like a game, and he was curious as to what erotic contrivance Mara had in 
mind this time. 

When he was firmly tied down, the voluptuous instructress dropped her cape, 
undid her loin cloth, and stood above him cupping her hands under her ripe, 
melon-like breasts and massaging them lewdly. 

"You're a real bundle of surprises today, aren't you?" Ralph said. 

"We are your Amazon masters today, slave. We are going to use you for our 
pleasure, as a sex object, just as men are accustomed to using women. You 
must satisfy all of us before we let you go. Do you understand? Of course, 
if you don't think you're man enough to take us all on, you just have to say 
so, and we'll find someone who is!" 

Ralph's mind reeled at her announcement. My god! he thought, I'm gonna be 
gang-banged by four beautiful broads! What a trip! Any residue of hesitation 
he felt was completely wiped away by the note of faint derision in Mara's 
last words. Although the situation was novel and bizarre, he wasn't going to 
back down in front of all those women! Besides, this was the kind of 
situation men dreamed of ... a pornographic fantasy come true! 

"I'm man enough, baby," he answered, looking up at her, his lips curled in a 
smile. 

"I hope so." she purred, smiling in her turn and moving away to one of the 
couches where she had a good view. "Begin!" 

Suddenly Ralph felt himself surrounded by soft female flesh. The young 
blonde he had noticed at first, and the brunette, older and more 
voluptuously fleshy, crouched down on either side of him and began licking 
his naked flesh, running their tongues tantalizingly over his abdomen and 
chest, sucking and biting on his nipples, then licking his armpits all the 
way up his inner arm to his leather-bound wrists. At the same time, the 
third girl, who looked vaguely familiar to Ralph, began performing the same 
ministrations on the lower half of his body, working her way upwards from 
his toes, each of which she nibbled and sucked. 

Ralph had never felt anything like it before. Deliciously erotic sensations 
began to ripple through him immediately, from the first instant they touched 
him. The paths of their tongues left an icy coolness in its wake, unpleasant 
at first, but soon tantalizingly exciting. He closed his eyes and moaned 
softly as the three, lithe, sensual bodies pressed in on him from every 
direction, rubbing moist cuntal sheathes against his legs, filling his mouth 
with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size, and all the time, 
running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and 
again he yanked fiercely at the leather thongs that bound him to the floor, 
wild with frustration at not being able to grab their lush bodies with his 
hands. It was maddening! He twisted and heaved involuntarily, wishing he 
could break loose, but every attempt met only with defeat until, his wrists 
red and sore, he realized it was useless. 

"Lick him good, girls," he heard Mara command, laughing eerily. 

Every nerve, every inch of his flesh felt quiveringly alive. It was as 
though there were a fire in the heavy sac between his legs, emanating 
outward in every direction. His penis, he could see, was massively erect, 
jerking and swaying in the air. His balls felt hard and tight, as though 
they were already full of thick male fluid, and they throbbed spasmodically 
as the three nubile beauties continued to work him over. 

The one between his legs was sensuously licking the pale, sensitive flesh of 
his inner thighs, working her way upwards in wet circles. She flicked her 
tongue over his testicles, then took as much of the hairy sacs into her 
greedily sucking mouth as she could, nibbling softly and making him groan 
with pleasure. Next her soft lips caressed his painfully surging shaft, 
finally curling around the purplish head and taking it deeply into her 
mouth. 

Suddenly she abandoned her oral activities and straddled his body, poised 
just above his cock. Ralph started when he got a good look at her. It was 
Jeannie! he realized all at once, heaving halfway off the floor until the 
sharp pull of the leather thongs around his wrists jerked him roughly back 
to earth. He couldn't fail now! He'd never live it down if he didn't give it 
to all of them! Besides, she might tell Barbara! 

Seeing the recognition in his eyes, Jeannie smiled knowingly. It genuinely 
amused her to have "straight and narrow Ralph," as she used to call him when 
she wanted to annoy him, stretched out on the floor of the lurid commune, 
forced to do her bidding, to satisfy any depraved desire that might occur to 
her. Enjoying his consternation, she took his massively thick penis in her 
hands and began rubbing it back and forth over the moistly warm opening of 
her pussy. Ralph groaned despite himself as he felt her hot furry wetness 
against the charged, rubbery head of his lust-enlarged cock. Teasingly she 
moved his pulsating thickness back and forth, almost but not quite taking it 
inside her with each stroke. She rubbed her hard little clitoris against it, 
sending ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies, then 
twisting her naked young pelvis in a corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered 
herself onto his rigid pillar-like column. He groaned as he felt her warm 
softness slowly engulfing his hotly throbbing shaft. Leaning back and using 
the floor for leverage, she began slowly pumping her smooth white buttocks 
up and down over him. 

At the same time, the short sexy brunette with the huge breasts-Connie, 
although Ralph had no way of knowing who it was-began to squat over his 
face, spreading her softly furred outer lips with her hands. Looking up, 
Ralph could see the thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, already 
moist and throbbing. 

Involuntarily he began licking his lips in anticipation of what was about to 
happen. Barbara would have been horrified if he had even suggested such a 
thing to her! Yet here was another woman, a complete stranger, actually 
inviting him, forcing him, to run his tongue over her lewdly exposed cuntal 
slit! Besides all that, out of the comer of his eye he could see Mara on the 
couch, a slight smile on her lips, watching the debauchery on the floor 
while she slowly, excitedly finger-fucked herself up between her slightly 
spread thighs. 

With agonizing slowness, Connie lowered herself over the helplessly pinned 
man. He could smell the warmly perfumed aroma of her cuntal passage, feel 
the soft downy thatch of her pubic hair, and finally, taste the sweet 
tartness of her velvety vaginal slit. His tongue snaked out, touching the 
hard little bud of her clitoris, then moved downwards and began to explore 
the fleshy interior. He could feel her lushly naked body tremble above him, 
and the knowledge that she was aroused filled him with new excitement. 

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned, seizing her erect clitoris lightly between his teeth, 
and nibbling and sucking on it. 

"He likes to eat pussy!" Mara laughed, "The slave likes to eat pussy! Make 
him eat you good, Amazon!" 

The sound of her taunting laughter as she egged the girls on somehow only 
added to the bizarre eroticism of the scene for Ralph. Slavering wetly under 
Connie, he began unconsciously twisting his pelvis back and forth and up and 
down, in time with Jeannie's now intensifying fucking motions. His whole 
body was charged with excitement. He felt incredibly powerful, although he 
was stretched out helplessly on the floor and consumed with electrifyingly 
sensual feelings such as he had never known before. 

Suddenly Jeannie began to lurch up and down on his desire-swollen rod, 
emitting short gasps. His pelvis moved with her, bouncing up and down, 
lifting her off the floor with each stroke. Above him, Connie wriggled 
faster and faster, twisting and spreading her legs, forcing his wetly 
quivering tongue deeper and deeper into her shuddering vaginal passage. 

"Nnnnnngggggghhhhhh," the heavy-hipped divorcee mewled, her cherry-pointed 
breasts bobbing like corks as she undulated her pelvis around over his 
lewdly licking and sucking mouth. It was like an incredible carousel as the 
moaning, thrashing trio raised and lowered itself in unison. 

"Oh ... oh ... Jeannie gasped, feeling her orgasm approach with galvanic 
intensity. "I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK 
MMMMMEEEEEEE!" 

"A A AAHIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Connie's wails joined Jeannie's, and it seemed to 
Ralph that the room was alive with lewdly writhing, screaming females. 
Connie's succulently warm pussy began to contract uncontrollably and she 
ground it down into his face as though she would devour his tongue with her 
hungry vaginal mouth. 

All at once, despite his efforts to hold himself back, his pelvis began to 
rock furiously, as though an earthquake were going off in his loins. Can't 
... cum ... yet! he thought desperately. Got ... to ... hold out! Making a 
herculean effort of will, he forced himself to hold himself rigid and think 
of something else, anything else, until Jeannie's furious fucking motions 
subsided and she slid exhausted off his still rigidly erected cock. Connie, 
too, ceased her wild gyrations, and Ralph was about to heave a sigh of 
relief when suddenly Annette, who had been watching the double orgasm of her 
companions, moved to Jeannie's place at a sign from Mara. 

Oh my God! Ralph groaned inwardly, his chest heaving and his body drenched 
with sweat, I'll never make it! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Meanwhile, back in Coretti's suite of private rooms, a distraught Barbara 
was doing her best to explain to the wealthy sex "teacher" her feelings 
about her first class with Frank Bogart. Coretti listened to her recital 
with only half an ear, more interested in watching the attractive young 
woman's body as she spoke than in anything she had to say. 

"Shit, he thought, "that chick's got a pair of knockers that are pure 
dynamite! And so is her ass. Mmmm-mmmm! Love those big blondes!" 

It was true that despite her anxiety, the young wife looked particularly 
attractive. Attired in a bright print, short sundress that left her back and 
arms bare, she looked as though she were attending a respectable garden 
party rather than a meeting at a sex commune. Her long blonde hair was 
loose, except for a tortoise-shell barrette which kept it off her face. Her 
skin was lightly tanned, and her long legs, clad only in a pair of thong 
sandals, were enticingly within reach of Coretti's plump, hairy hand. The 
burly cultist tried to keep his mind on her words...." and then he got very 
angry at me and ... and ... oh," she suddenly burst out, "I hardly know how 
to say it!" Barbara twisted her hands nervously in her lap, trying to find a 
way to make the awful story easier to tell. It embarrassed her even to think 
about it! 

"Now, now, my dear," Coretti interrupted, patting her sculpted knee with his 
hand. "You mustn't be so upset. Think of me as a father. You can tell me 
anything! Now what exactly happened?" 

Barbara swallowed a few times, her courage faltering. Finally she was able 
to speak. 

"Do you remember what you made me do to you the other day?" she asked, 
looking at the floor. 

"Vividly." Coretti replied, "and with great pleasure." 

Barbara blushed at his low, intimate tone. "Well, he made me do that to 
another woman!" 

"No! Really?" 

"Yes ... and ... and when I was down on the floor, he held me down and then 
... he put his thing in me, back there!" Barbara trembled all over as she 
spoke the humiliating words. But at last it was out, and she waited 
expectantly, hardly daring to look Coretti in the eye. 

"I see," Coretti replied gravely, tapping his fingers together and looking 
very serious. "You have been through quite an ordeal, haven't you? You poor 
child, let me get you a drink, and think about this for a few moments." 

The portly man moved to the bar at the other end of the room, and Barbara 
was grateful that he turned his back, giving her a chance to collect 
herself. His presence was so powerful that she found it almost exhausting. 
That must be because he's so ... so high! she thought, remembering Frank's 
words on her first visit. 

"What would you like?" he asked her from across the room. "Scotch? Bourbon? 
A little wine?" 

"Wine would be lovely," Barbara replied, beginning to feel better just 
having talked about her traumatic experience with Frank. I knew Brother 
Coretti would take care of it, she thought confidently. 

"Here you are my dear," he said softly, offering her a crystal goblet full 
of sparkling burgundy and resuming his seat opposite her. 

"Oh, thank you," Barbara said, taking a sip. "It tastes bitter!" 

"That's just the kind of wine it is," her host replied smoothly, "it takes 
some getting used to, but I think you'll find it very relaxing." He didn't 
mention that he had taken the precaution of spiking her drink with a fine 
white powder that he kept around for special occasions. 

Now he watched the tall, attractive blonde begin to relax. Slowly her 
features began to lose their drawn, tense look, and she allowed herself to 
sink back in the chair, closing her eyes for a moment. 

It was so nice to be in comfortable surroundings again, she thought, looking 
lazily around the room. It was almost like being at home again, in the safe 
world she had inhabited as a child, where everything was taken care of and 
she didn't have to worry about money, or sex, or anything. Coretti did feel 
a bit like a father, too, except better than her actual father, more 
understanding and tolerant. 

Suddenly a vivid image of their meeting in the bath chamber crossed her 
mind, and she felt herself flush at the memory. She could see herself as she 
must have looked then, straddled by his massive body, sucking at his mammoth 
penis. Coretti saw her reaction. 

"What are you thinking of?" he asked. 

"Of the other day ... you and I ... in the other room," she replied, her 
words sounding strangely thick on her tongue. She took another sip of the 
wine and tried to focus her concentration. 

"Ah yes. That upset you at first, too, didn't it?" the sly voluptuary 
continued. 

"Yes." 

"As much as your experience with Frank?" 

"I ... I don't know." 

"As I recall, though, your feelings changed before it was over, didn't 
they?" 

A nameless feeling of dread coursed through Barbara's mind. What was he 
getting at? There was something unpleasant, dangerous, about the questions 
he was asking, but she couldn't quite remember what it was, only that she 
felt suddenly wary and ill at ease. 

"I don't remember," she said, feeling her body grow tense again. 

"But I remember," Coretti continued softly, watching the young blonde 
intently as he sipped his scotch. "I remember you sucked my cock like you'd 
been doing it all your life, and you were playing with yourself too, weren't 
you? In fact you seemed to find it very exciting, even satisfying, or else 
you wouldn't have come back." 

"I ... I...." Everything he was saying was true, Barbara realized, 
remembering her frantic writhings as Coretti's hotly pulsating penis sluiced 
in and out of her greedily sucking mouth. 

"You did enjoy it, didn't you?" 

"Yes," she finally admitted, "but that was different...." 

"You mean you didn't eventually enjoy Frank's class?" 

Barbara felt herself paralyzed in the chair, and the nameless terror grew 
within her mind until it blotted out everything else. Her throat felt dry 
and constricted, as though she wanted to cry, and her breath came in short 
gasps. Coretti's voice droned on, and his eyes glittered hypnotically. 

"Just how did you feel when you were down on the floor eating Jeannie's 
pussy while Frank fucked you up the ass? Was it painful? Did you cum? Was 
there-" 

"Stop!" The scream was wrenched from the young wife's throat, and she bolted 
from her chair, holding her hands clenched tightly over her ears. "I can't 
stand it any more! Stop interrogating me!" 

Coretti pursued her around the room like a cat, "This is only for your own 
good!" he insisted. "You must confront your own feelings without evasion! 
Now," he said, suddenly seizing her by the shoulders and forcing her to look 
at him. "Did you or did you not love what Frank did to you? Don't try to lie 
to me! I've spoken to Frank already! If you hated it so much, why did you 
wiggle your ass back onto his prick and practically beg him for more?" 

Each question affected Barbara like the lash of a whip, until her mind 
exploded in hysteria. 

"YES!" she shouted, her head thrown back and tears streaming down her face. 
"Yes! I loved it! I wallowed in it! And I'm ashamed of it!" She collapsed in 
a heap on the chair, sobbing wildly, when Coretti released his grip on her 
arms. 

An evil smile of triumph was on his lips as he watched the defeated girl sob 
out her horror and humiliation. Of course you loved it, you little cunt, he 
thought cynically. And by the time I'm through with you, what Frank did will 
look like child's play! 

"There, there, my dear," he soothed her aloud. "Cry it out. That's it. 
You've made a tremendous breakthrough today, Barbara. Admitting all this has 
done more for you than you know. And now you must learn to feel no guilt!" 

His comforting words stopped the flow of Barbara's tears for a moment, but 
the mention of guilt started them anew. 

"But, Ralph!" she wailed. "If my husband ever knew what happened, I don't 
know what he'd do! I always accused him of being gross and coarse, and now I 
... I've done things worse than he's ever dreamed of." 

To her surprise, the muscular leader burst into loud peals of laughter at 
her words. "Is that what's worrying you?" he asked. "Then perhaps I can put 
your mind at rest!" Still chuckling, he reached for the remote control panel 
on the closed circuit television system. "Just watch that screen, my dear! I 
think you'll see some things that may fascinate you!" 

* * * 

In the dimly lit room down the hall, Mara heard the almost inaudible click 
that indicated the hidden television cameras were on. The awareness that she 
was being watched did nothing to lessen the sensual brunette's ardor. On the 
contrary, knowing that hidden eyes were observing everything she did spurred 
her to new heights of passion. Until now she had been content to watch the 
lurid scene unfolding on the floor as Annette, Connie and Jeannie took turns 
laboring over Ralph's nakedly prostrate body. Now she rose sinuously from 
the divan and approached the others. 

Back in Coretti's chambers, Barbara stared at the sight of the luscious dark 
haired beauty. "That's ... that's Ralph's teacher!" she stammered, confused. 
"But ... where's Ralph?" 

"Look again," Coretti purred from his chair, enjoying her reactions as she 
leaned forward in the chair, her eyes glued to the screen. She watched, 
fascinated, as Mara motioned to one of the girls to move aside. For the 
first time, the face of the chained figure on the floor was clearly visible. 
Barbara gasped and her eyes grew wide. It was her husband Ralph! Tied down 
on the floor, surrounded by naked women, one of them hunched over his erect 
penis and another who had been squatting obscenely over his mouth! 

The young wife's mind reeled and her body went cold all over. It couldn't 
be! Ralph would never do such a thing! And yet ... and yet ... it wasn't as 
though they could have forced him, overwhelmed him with their superior 
strength as Frank had done to her. He had allowed this to happen to him! 

"A pretty picture, isn't it?" Coretti murmured, his own attention captured 
by the events on the screen. "So you see, my dear, I don't think Ralph's 
moral standards need concern you!" 

The young wife watched in horror as Mara stretched out on top of her 
husband's body, rubbing herself lasciviously up and down his taut naked 
flesh, the softly rounded moons of her buttocks glistening and wriggling 
before the probing eye of the hidden camera. Balancing herself on all fours, 
she let her full globular breasts fall forward over his face, swinging them 
back and forth and forcing first one distended nipple and then the other 
down into his mouth. Barbara heard Ralph moan with pleasure. His head moved 
from side to side in a futile desperate attempt to catch Mara's jiggling 
orbs, while he heaved his pelvis upward, driving his long, wetly glistening 
cock deeply into the hotly clenching vaginal of the girl straddling his 
hips. 

"This can't be happening," Barbara moaned, rising from her chair and moving 
across the room almost in a trance, closer to .the enlarged wall screen. 

"But it is," Coretti murmured behind her, breathing heavily on her neck. 
"Watch closely. It's very arousing, don't you think? I love to watch people 
fucking, and you must admit this is an unusual situation." 

Barbara felt as though she were in a dream, totally out of touch with 
reality. She felt Coretti slip his arm around her waist and then begin 
running his hands slowly, languidly, over her abdomen and up to the full, 
pliant mounds of her ripely firm young breasts which rose and fell rapidly 
under her light dress. The drug was beginning to do its evil work, for she 
felt increasingly light-headed and tremendously sensitive, as though nerve 
endings she didn't know existed were suddenly sending confusing messages of 
mixed pleasure and shock to her heavily numbed brain. 

Now Mara had worked her way up to the same position over Ralph's face 
recently abandoned by the first girl. She straightened her sensually lush 
body up and pulled one of the other young, nakedly waiting girls over to her 
so that she stood in front of her. Then she parted the girl's wetly swollen 
pussy lips with her thumbs pressing outward and flicking her long sensuous 
tongue out snake-like, began licking the delicate, hair-lined slit while 
Ralph eagerly slavered up into her own hotly moist cuntal sheath from below. 

Barbara was practically in a state of shock. Part of her still couldn't 
quite comprehend the reality of what was taking place before her eyes, while 
another part of her was riveted hypnotically to the lewd spectacle. 
Unconsciously, she leaned back against Coretti's stocky body, scarcely aware 
of the fevered activity of his hands, so absorbed was she in the salacious 
scene on the television screen. It was almost as though she had ceased to 
comprehend that the man writhing and flailing under the caresses of the 
quartet of strange; aggressive females was her husband. It seemed far 
removed from her, a lewd fantasy being acted out in a remote twilight part 
of her brain. 

Slowly Coretti began raising the skirt of her loose fitting dress, up over 
her firm, golden thighs, out of the way of his probing hands. Soon he was 
squeezing and kneading the tender flesh of her abdomen, twisting his finger 
lightly in the small fleshy circle of her navel, working his way upwards 
until he seized the soft, resilient skin of her sloping, pink-tipped 
breasts, unhampered on this warm summer day by the restraints of a 
brassiere. The fleshy older man's eyes glazed with lust as he felt the soft, 
pliant nipples stiffen under his touch until they were hard little points 
that he pinched and rolled teasingly, expertly, between his plumply working 
fingers. 

The drugged young wife moaned in pleasure as his lurid caress sent little 
shivers of lewd electrical excitement rippling through her abdomen. Her 
entire body was totally compliant, even limp, and this complete acquiescence 
on the part of the naive blonde girl, combined with the pornographic 
pictures transmitted from the room down the hall, filled him with a sense of 
power. He felt like a mesmerist, drawing out of the formerly innocent, 
well-bred young housewife her own latent potential for wild, uninhibited 
passion. She was an instrument he could play on at will, just like all his 
other "slaves", until he could make her body react to his will at a touch. 

"Look at them," he whispered in her ear. "Watch the way Mara licks and sucks 
the little girl's pussy, and the way she does everything with her mouth that 
your husband is doing to her with his. See-look at her spreading her legs so 
Mara can get her tongue in farther...." 

Barbara watched as the scene unfolded just as he described. Annette, who was 
standing in front of Mara, the sparse young triangle of her softly curling 
pubic hair pressed tightly into the dark-haired woman's mouth, had spread 
her firmly rounded thighs wider apart, and Mara had tightly gripped her 
buttocks. The instructor's face was all but invisible between Annette's 
wildly trembling legs. Both women gyrated their pelvises around and around 
in a twisting, corkscrew motion to increase the erotic contact of their 
frantically throbbing vaginal crevices with the wetly quivering tongues that 
fucked in and out of their pussy's causing them to moan wildly with almost 
unbearable pleasure. 

"Look at the other two," Coretti whispered hotly into her ear, at the same 
time, working his hand smoothly down into the tight elastic waistband of 
Barbara's thin silken panties. 

While Mara and Annette were lost in their double tonguing activities, 
Jeannie was grinding her rhythmically hollowing buttocks hungrily up and 
down on Ralph's thick blood-engorged penis, her head thrown back and a look 
of ecstasy on her face she twisted and churned as though she were on a wild, 
bucking bronco. Connie, unwilling to be left out, lay on the floor behind 
her, licking and playing with Ralph's sperm-laden testicles and Annette's 
sensuously protruding buttocks while she fingered her own wetly throbbing 
cunt desperately with her wide-splayed hands. 

Back in the other room, Barbara moaned as Coretti's extended middle finger 
found the sensuously throbbing little bud of her clitoris and flicked back 
and forth over it teasingly. Involuntarily she arched her rapidly awakening 
body, pressing her erect miniature penis against his working finger-tip. The 
sensations she experienced were irresistible. Stimulated by the powerful 
aphrodisiac he had slipped into her drink, as well as by the depraved images 
on the television screen, she was at a fever pitch of arousal. 

Coretti forced his hand between her trembling thighs until his palm covered 
her moistly heated pubic mound. He squeezed her cushiony, hair-fringed pussy 
lips together, relishing the damp heat that emanated from her tight vaginal 
sheath, while the other hand continued to massage her firmly thrusting 
breasts. His long thick penis, no longer hanging dormant above his heavy 
balls, began to rise and pulsate the softness of her young buttocks, and he 
could feel her tighten the muscles of her ass cheeks in response. Burying 
his face in her golden mane of hair that fell in shimmering waves over her 
back and shoulders, he sucked and bit her slender neck, leaving angry red 
marks. 

"I want to fuck you," he murmured thickly into her hair. "I want to ram my 
big thick cock so far up into that tight pink cunt of yours that you'll feel 
it for a week! And you want it too, don't you?" 

"No ... no...." Barbara mewled, making feebly ineffectual attempts to push 
him away. But her mind and body were out of her control, numbed by the 
obsessed sex guru's drug and by the hypnotic spell he cast with his powerful 
body, his muscular hands that explored every part of her, making her twist 
and writhe with forbidden desire. 

"You're lying to yourself. Why are you keeping up this foolish pretense when 
your body is telling me something very different? Look at yourself!" 

Without losing his grip on her, Coretti forced her around so she was looking 
into the mirror on the wall opposite the television screen. Her sundress was 
bunched under her armpits and her panties were pulled down around her 
thighs. Wild-eyed and in complete disarray, Barbara barely recognized the 
disheveled, half-naked blonde in the mirror as herself, locked in the 
embrace of the lusty commune leader whose hands continued their hungry 
caresses of her heatedly aroused breasts and vagina. 

For an instant, she was overcome with shock and horror, and she mustered all 
her strength to struggle in earnest. But then her eye was caught by the 
reflected image of Ralph, Mara, and the trio of masked female slaves. Why 
not? she thought suddenly, her eyes narrowing in a new way, what's the point 
of my trying to be lady-like and refined? Why should I even be faithful? 
What have I got to lose?" 

With new interest, she observed the images in the mirror, seeing herself in 
a totally new light, as though she, too, were an anonymous stranger with no 
identity, there to be used, like the girls with Ralph. Suddenly she realized 
that she was a desirable, voluptuous woman who had a right to pleasure for 
its own sake. Fascinated by her reflection, she felt a surge of lust quake 
through her body, stronger than anything she had ever felt before, except 
perhaps in the latter stages of her wild encounter with Frank the previous 
week. It was as though invisible shackles suddenly fell away, and everything 
was possible! Over and over in her mind she repeated: Why not? WHY NOT? 

"You're creaming all over my hand!" Coretti murmured lewdly, "are you still 
going to try and tell me you don't want it?" 

His vulgar words only excited Barbara further, and she spread her little 
long legs wider to give him easier access to her wetly steaming pussy slit. 
At the same time, she reached behind her back and took his hotly throbbing 
balls in her hand, squeezing them softly, with an instinctive expertise. 
Coretti's massively rigid cock gave an excited lurch, and he growled with 
pleasure as her soft palms roved over his painfully full balls. 

His middle finger slid easily along her warmly moistened cuntal crevice and 
up into her vagina. Immediately her sphincter muscles tightened around it, 
not in resistance, but in welcome, pulling him deep, deep inside her until 
he felt the hardness of her cervix against his finger-tip. 

"Say you want it!" he ordered, his voice shaking with lust. "Say it!" 

"I want it," Barbara whispered, still watching the reflection in the mirror. 
"I want it!" 

Suddenly she twisted around to face him and threw her arms around him, 
pressing her mouth wetly against his and pushing her tongue deep into his 
mouth. Her hands roamed feverishly over his body, feeling the hard flesh of 
his buttocks and his broad muscular back. She twisted against the thick 
throbbing column of his prick which pulsed wildly against her belly. 

Coretti pulled back and tore off his bathrobe. Barbara followed suit, 
tearing at her light dress and panties in a frenzy. Coretti seized his huge 
lust-thickened penis in his hands and began massaging the long length of the 
shaft; it had grown so thick that he could barely get his hand around it. 

"Get down on your hands and knees," he commanded, "facing the mirror." 

Trembling with excitement, Barbara did as he said. In the mirror she could 
see him behind her, still holding his mammoth erection, his eyes glazed with 
lust, like her own! Glancing up, she could also see that the depraved 
display in which Ralph was participating was building to a climax. Her 
husband's body was writhing furiously, fucking up into Annette's cunt so 
hard that he lifted her off the floor with each stroke. Mara was clinging so 
hard to Jeannie's buttocks that the flesh was white around her fingers while 
her tongue darted in and out like a little snake. Barbara couldn't see her 
husband's face, but from Mara's ecstatic moans she gathered that he, too, 
was hard at work with his lewdly probing tongue. 

Coretti knelt behind her, and for a moment Barbara thought he was going to 
take her from back there the way Frank Bogart had done. The thought 
frightened her a little, but she was amazed to realize that despite the 
prospective pain, it excited her too. 

He pushed down on her elbows so that her naked young buttocks waved 
obscenely in the air and Barbara braced herself for another brutal assault 
on her helpless rectum. She found a depraved fascination in her position, 
crouched on all fours like an animal, waiting to have a brutally thick cock 
shoved up her back passage. Instead, however, the head of Coretti's thickly 
distended penis positioned itself against the entrance to her wetly 
quivering pussy. Its immense size made even that more elastic path 
difficult, however, and the young wife bit her lip as the rubbery, 
lust-swollen tip stretched her tight little vaginal sheath wide, inch by 
inch forcing its way up inside her cringing passage. 

"Tell me what you want!" he hissed, pausing in his progress and pulling her 
head back roughly. "Say it!" 

"I ... want ... you ... to ... fuck me," Barbara gasped. "I want you to fuck 
me! I want you to fuck me!" 

Her voice rose almost to a wail as the words came tumbling out, as though a 
dam had burst in her long-resistant mind. Her sensually kneeling body began 
to tremble, and she was half sobbing as she lifted her buttocks as high as 
she could. "Fuck me!" she sobbed, "Fuck me everywhere! In my cunt! My ass! 
My mouth! Oh, fuck me! Fffffuuuucccckkkk meeeee!" The words poured out of 
her, words that only an hour before she was horrified to hear, much less 
say. But she was beyond caring now, beyond even knowing what she was saying. 
She was a raging, bucking demon, with only one desire to be taken, used, 
abused, an object for pleasure, a receptacle for a thickly bludgeoning male 
organ! 

Coretti plunged his long, hotly throbbing cock into her with vicious force, 
and she pushed her straining cunt backwards to receive him, her vaginal 
muscles hungrily grasping at his mighty organ with all their might. 

"Oh, give it to me," she moaned, her voice harsh and guttural. "Ram me with 
your big prick! Harder! Harder! I want all of it! Oh hurt me! Hurt me!" 

Gripping her soft warm buttocks tightly with his hands, Coretti began 
fucking in and out of her milking little pussy, varying his rhythm from 
hammer-like battering blows to slow, tantalizing strokes that stretched his 
foreskin back over his purplish head and made Barbara beg for more. 
Teasingly, he would almost withdraw his pulsating thickness from her 
grasping, velvety cuntal sheath, then plunge it back in with a force that 
jolted her nakedly kneeling body. He rotated his pelvis in a screwing 
motion, and she matched her movements to his, all the while moaning 
incoherently and watching herself in the mirror. 

Time and again Coretti took her right to the brink of orgasm, then pulled 
back, leaving her hanging and begging for more. 

"Reach down and play with my balls, cunt!" he spat out. Obediently, Barbara 
seized the semen-filled testicles that swayed and slapped against her inner 
thighs as he plunged relentlessly in and out, and pressed them against her 
erectly throbbing clitoris. 

"Nnnnngggghhhh," she moaned, helplessly impaled on Coretti's huge thundering 
prick. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with loud 
grunting noises, all the while kneading the smooth full moons of her 
rotating buttocks. 

For Barbara, the experience of being bludgeoned by Coretti's massively erect 
penis was one of the most intensely pleasurable things she had ever known. 
Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed involuntarily 
beneath his expertly grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen shaft reached 
the farthest depths of her defenseless womb, and she rejoiced with a lewd, 
animal-like whine. Time had come to a stop, and she was suspended in the 
erotic realm of her body's needs. 

She could hear the heavy man grunting behind her, murmuring lascivious words 
in her ear, urging her onward to a new, undreamed of depths of depraved 
enjoyment. "Oh you sweet piece of ass, you hot little bitch, give it to me, 
fuck back, fuck back, fuck back!" 

The words thrilled her to the very marrow of her being. She was a slut, a 
whore, a cunt receiving a cock. She screwed backwards against his thickly 
pulsating length which filled her heatedly quivering cuntal walls, 
stretching her open farther than she had ever thought possible. She thought 
she would split apart with the delicious pleasure-pain feelings he incited 
in her with his oversized male spear. 

The young blonde wife's attention was attracted by the sounds coming from 
the television speakers, and she could see that Coretti, too, was watching 
the reflected images. 

"Aaaaahhhhh," Annette shrieked, driving herself down hard onto Ralph's great 
ramming penis which was almost aching from the unaccustomed activity it had 
been subjected to. "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMMMMING!" 

Simultaneously, Connie was writhing obscenely, her legs splayed wide to give 
her eager fingers easier entrance to her own moistly throbbing pussy. Her 
hands plunged up and down and Barbara could see that her thighs were damp 
with creamy vagina juices. 

"Oh that's it! That's it!" Mara screamed, her voluptuously sensual body 
suddenly taut as the throes of her violent orgasm seized her. Her cries were 
cut off by Jeannie, who grabbed her head fiercely and pushed it back in 
between her legs, thrusting her pelvis forward and forcing the lusty 
brunette to finish sucking and licking her throbbing clitoris. 

Agonized groans broke from Ralph who, having held back for so long, was now 
at the end of his strength. His long, sinewy cock was swollen and sore from 
the unbelievable amount of friction caused by the four greedy vaginas, all 
of which had been impaled at one time or the other on his throbbing tool 
that afternoon. Now, exhausted almost to the point of unconsciousness by his 
superhuman efforts, he could feel his thick male seed surging forward down 
the long shaft, demanding release. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh! UUUnnnnnnnhhhhh!" he groaned, as painfully, his heavy load of 
thick male cum began to spew out into Annette's greedily clasping cuntal 
passage. He'd never felt anything like the abandoned screwing he'd received 
from the amoral quartet. His chained young body was stretched and aching and 
he felt almost desperate for the furious activity to be over. It seemed as 
though he would never cum, never be able to release it all, and he grew 
dizzy and almost faint as he shoved his tongue into Mara's climactically 
contracting slit. 

And suddenly he was there! His balls seemed to explode with a torrent of 
white-hot jism, a never-ending stream of thick male liquid that overflowed 
Annette's pussy and trickled down his distended column onto her thighs and 
his dark mound of tangled pubic hair. 

Barbara watched, fascinated, as her husband arched his body, consumed in the 
throes of the most powerful orgasm of his life. The sight of his climax sent 
a new wave of lewd excitement coursing through her own nakedly kneeling 
body, like a white-hot flame that took her over completely. She shook with 
uncontrollable spasms, contorting her face in a grimace of ecstasy. 

"AAAAIIIIEEEE!" she screamed, as Coretti drove into her with painful 
intensity. The huge man gripped her flaring young hips savagely, as he 
ravaged her cuntal passage. 

"U U U U U U U NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he groaned, "That's it! Cccccuuuummmmm! 
CCCCUUUUMMMMM!" 

Suddenly Barbara felt hot jets of creamy liquid spurt into her quaking 
vagina, flooding her with warmth. In response, her own sweet feminine juices 
were released high inside her in an incredible sensation of opening. She 
felt as though she could take his whole body inside her and never stop! 

"NNNNGGGGGHHHH! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, flailing 
her head wildly, her blonde hair lashing wildly around her head. For a 
moment she almost lost consciousness as the apex of her orgasm overwhelmed 
her. Behind her eyes she could see whirling wheels of color, like rockets 
exploding on the Fourth of July. They seemed to correspond to the galvanic 
sensations in her wetly convulsing pussy, which contracted around Coretti's 
still hotly pulsing, ramming cock. She felt as though she were floating on a 
soft, white cloud, high, high, above her body, and then gently wafted back 
to earth. 

Finally, exhausted, she fell forward on the floor, and Coretti collapsed on 
top of her, his passion subsiding, although she could still feel an 
occasional spasm in his softening pole of flesh, her wearily twitching pussy 
was bathed in a sweet, sated afterglow. She had never felt so good in her 
life! 

The young wife was never sure how long they lay there, only that for a long 
time there was no sound in the room except for their heavy, exhausted 
breathing. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Back in their tiny apartment that night, Ralph and Barbara each lost 
themselves in private activities, grateful for anything that allowed them to 
avoid conversation with each other. Meeting after the "class", they had 
avoided each other's eyes, each absorbed in their own impressions of the 
afternoon. 

Every muscle of Ralph's body seemed to be raw and aching, yet strangely 
relaxed, too, after his prolonged session with the four "Amazons." He felt 
as though he had gone through a rite of manhood, and although it had been 
difficult, he had proved himself to his own satisfaction and certainly to 
that of the girls, who finished the afternoon in an exhausted heap around 
him. The memory of the extended orgy was confused, but certain images stood 
out in his mind vividly Jeannie bouncing and bobbing up and down on his 
rigid cock, a lewd glint in her hazel eyes, almost as though she were 
telepathing to him that this was what she'd wanted all along in their verbal 
sparring matches ... Mara, her head thrown back, her mouth open in ecstasy, 
massaging her full, ripe breasts as his tongue darted in and out of her 
steaming cuntal cleft, sending uncontrollable spasms of pleasure through her 
body ... and the other two, the sensual, fleshy brunette and the young one, 
licking and kissing each other, their legs spread wide, inviting him to take 
them, yet taunting him, too. 

At first, it had seemed like a game to him, but by the end of the afternoon, 
he was in deadly earnest, fighting off his own orgasm until he had proved to 
the voracious beauties that he was man enough to take them all, any way they 
wanted it. 

The stinging sensations in his red and swollen penis were a vivid reminder 
of his ordeal, and Ralph massaged himself gently under the table, savoring 
the heat that seemed to emanate from his softly pulsing testicles. He was 
bathed in a sense of contentment and a new sexual self-awareness. He'd 
always been pretty sure of himself, just as Mara said, but now he felt 
totally self-assured, as though he could satisfy any woman, any time, 
anywhere. 

Indeed, his latent promiscuity seemed to have surged to the surface of his 
consciousness with tremendous force, and all women, he realized, now 
appeared in a new light. On the bus on the way home, he'd found himself 
observing the female passengers, noticing the way they looked at men, 
furtively, averting their eyes as soon as they knew they were being watched, 
but definitely, he thought, evaluating him sexually in a way he'd never 
noticed before. 

Even ... even Barbara, he realized with a start. He felt as though she'd 
changed in some intangible way, or maybe it was he that had changed. For a 
moment he felt a wave of guilt as he watched her going through the usual 
motions of preparing his dinner. But he brushed the feeling aside brusquely. 
Nothing, nothing was going to prevent him from pursuing the new primitive 
satisfactions he had found through Mara and her voluptuous female cohorts. 
If he had to lie to his wife, well that was too bad, he thought, his jaw 
tightening unconsciously. Besides, Coretti had offered him a tremendous 
opportunity, a chance to get practical experience in his field even before 
he graduated from law school, the kind of change he'd dreamed of. He smiled 
as he realized that he could even pretend to drop the classes and still see 
Mara on the side, since he'd be spending a lot of time at the Life Unlimited 
House from now on. And then there was Jeannie, and all the others. 

Ralph, my boy, he thought to himself with satisfaction, you are in the 
catbird seat! You are finally there, and there's nowhere to go but up! 

Barbara glanced at him periodically as she moved back and forth from the 
refrigerator to the counter by the sink. She was pervaded with a strange 
sense of calm, partially a result of her encounter with Coretti, which left 
her physically satisfied and serene. Even more important, perhaps, was the 
aftermath of her view of Ralph, indulging in the previously unimaginably 
lewd activities that were vividly projected on Coretti's closed-circuit 
television screen. Something inside her brain seemed to have snapped, the 
mechanism that kept her morally controlled and reserved. She experienced no 
sense of shame at her own depraved eroticism any more. Why should she? 

When she had caught glimpses of herself in the bus window, and in the mirror 
of the sleeping alcove, she was intrigued by the face that looked back at 
her. Her eyes peered out with a new look of worldly wisdom. There seemed to 
be a spark of depraved sensuality in their blue depths that had never been 
there before. 

Why not? she mused, touching her cheek lightly with her fingertips. I've 
watched my husband ... fucking ... the word came more easily than it ever 
had before ... not with just one woman, but several, and while I was 
watching another man was taking me from behind and looking at the whole 
thing in the mirror. Why shouldn 't I look as though I've been around a 
little? I have! 

Despite her own calm, she was astounded at Ralph's casual air. How can he 
just sit there and pretend nothing has happened? she wondered in amazement. 
Maybe my father was right! Maybe he is just an animal without a trustworthy 
bone in his body. Of course, she realized, there's one thing Daddy didn't 
know ... he didn't know that his daughter could be just as wild as Ralph! 

The thought of how far she had come in just a few short weeks from the 
gentle, refined ways she had grown up with was difficult for her to 
comprehend clearly. Yet it gave her a thrilling sense of freedom and elation 
to know that at last she had broken through some of the bonds of propriety 
that she'd struggled against all her life. She'd wanted to rebel, yes, but 
had always been afraid, shackled by the memory of her mother and father's 
harsh warnings about the evils of men and the disastrous fate of girls who 
didn't remain "ladies." Ruefully, she remembered that whenever she came home 
late from a date she could be sure that the next morning she would receive a 
stern lecture from the austere man who had raised her. 

"No decent man will ever want to marry you, Barbara," he would say, his 
voice tinged with contempt, "if you don't respect yourself!" 

Well, I respected myself, Daddy, she thought bitterly as she put the 
meatloaf into the oven, and look where it got me! 

"Do I have time for a shower before dinner?" her husband asked suddenly, 
breaking her reverie. 

"Sure. The meatloaf won't be done for an hour and a half." 

As soon as Ralph left the room, Barbara eased herself down into the chair he 
had vacated and lit a cigarette. Up until now she had rarely smoked, but 
tonight she liked the feeling of a cigarette between her fingers. She 
watched herself light it in the mirror, and practiced holding it just so, 
tilting her head and arching her eyebrows in what she imagined to be a cool, 
sophisticated manner. In her mind's eye she saw herself in a dimly lit, 
intimate supper club, making a risque, witty conversation with a maturely 
handsome man who paid her elaborate compliments. As she mused wickedly, the 
mental image of the man changed from Coretti to Frank Bogart ... and even to 
Ralph. 

Through the half open door of the bedroom she could see her husband 
undressing for his shower. It had always disturbed the young wife before-was 
it only a week ago?-that he never closed the door when he undressed, but now 
the thought barely occurred to her at all. Instead, she found herself 
compelled to watch him, wantonly comparing him to the two other men she had 
now known intimately. 

He's not as tall as Frank, she decided, but he certainly has a better build 
than Brother Coretti. The thought of the two debauched male inhabitants of 
the Life Unlimited House distracted her attention. She was utterly 
fascinated with Brother Coretti, even though he had exposed the sham of her 
marriage in such a brutal way ... perhaps she liked him because of that very 
thing! Although it was cruel, it had freed her of all her guilt, hadn't it? 
Frank Bogart, on the other hand, she didn't like at all; he had been 
unnecessarily rough with her, the young bride thought, and yet there was no 
doubt that he was exciting. Indeed, just the memory of his lean, slender 
frame towering over her in his bizarre "class" was enough to renew stirrings 
of sexual arousal in her. 

Ralph was now completely naked she observed, as her attention returned again 
to her husband. His long powerful penis, so frenetically active only a few 
hours before, dangled limply out of the thick tangle of dark brown pubic 
hair at the base of his muscular abdomen. Suddenly the young wife found 
herself growing angry with him. 

Making me feel like a fool for wanting to get help with our problems, acting 
like such a saint and then the first chance you get ... oh! To her surprise, 
Barbara found herself now shaking with long suppressed anger at her 
husband's deception. Now that she had been awakened to the depths of her own 
erotic feelings, she resented him for not letting them take steps earlier. 
And now he's pretending that nothing's happened! He's probably going to go 
on just like before! 

At that moment, a darkly wicked idea occurred to her, an immediate way of 
taking revenge on her renegade spouse for all he had put her through; it was 
so simple and intriguing that it made her laugh. Quickly snuffing out her 
cigarette, she went to the cabinet over the sink where they kept a bottle of 
Scotch. 

Ralph always used to ply me with Scotch to loosen me up, she remembered, a 
strange glint in her eye, now let's see what it does for him! She poured two 
stiff drinks over ice and took them into the bedroom, placing them on the 
night tables on either side of the bed. Then she lowered the lights and 
turned on the radio, searching for some low, sexy music, the kind she knew 
he liked. Finally she settled on a sultry blues, with a throbbing, sensual 
beat. 

Moving quickly, almost dancing with excitement, she searched through her 
bureau drawer for the sheer black nightie Ralph had bought her for her 
birthday. The flimsy garment had always embarrassed her before, because it 
wouldn't close in the front, except at the top, where a narrow ribbon kept 
it from falling off her body. Whenever he had insisted she put it on she 
would clutch it around herself like a bathrobe, unwilling to expose the 
naked lower portion of her torso to his gaze. Now, however, she put it on 
eagerly, even pausing to admire the effect in the mirror. Then, hearing the 
shower stop, she loosened her long hair and settled herself languidly on the 
bed. 

Moments later, when Ralph emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around 
his hips, his eyes widened in astonishment as he caught sight of his wife. 
Barbara seemed like an apparition, and exotic vision of sensuality: her long 
legs tapering gently upwards, leading directly to the exposed mound of her 
honey-colored pubic triangle. Through the thin material of the short 
nightie, he could see the firm, upthrust mounds of her perfectly shaped 
breasts, tipped with a delicate pinkish coral, which seemed darker beneath 
the black lace. Above it all, her pale blonde hair fanned out around her on 
the pillow in luxuriant, shimmering waves. 

"What's all this?" he asked, confused and stunned by the tantalizing sight. 

"Oh ... I thought you might like a little hors d oeuvre," his wife replied 
in a sly, sultry voice. 

"You know ... something to work up an appetite before dinner?!" 

The young student could hardly believe his ears! That was the kind of thing 
he'd expect to hear from Mara, but certainly not from his repressed and 
diffident wife. Her words, combined with her lasciviously inviting 
appearance, shocked him and threw him momentarily off balance. 

"Gee ... I thought I'd finish studying before dinner...." he began lamely, 
somewhat at a loss for words. 

Barbara didn't reply. She just looked at him, smiling mysteriously as her 
eyes travelled boldly to the spot beneath the towel that she knew covered 
the heavy bulge of his genitals. 

"Isn't there any time in your busy schedule for your wife?" she purred, 
spreading her legs slightly and let her hand fall casually onto her curly 
thatch of downy pubic hair. "After all, it's been a long time ... over a 
week." 

"You usually don't complain about that," Ralph replied, as he sat down on 
his side of the bed, not looking at his wife. 

"What's the matter?" she asked softly, turning over seductively onto her 
side and running her fingertip lightly down his naked back. "Am I losing my 
appeal?" 

Despite his exhaustion, Ralph felt little shivers go down his spine at her 
sensuous touch, and his balls tightened, flooding with warmth. He could 
smell the subtle aroma of her perfume mingled with a sweet, feminine odor 
that emanated from her body. The mixture was uniquely her own, and as it 
drifted into his nostrils like a powerful aphrodisiac, the young husband 
began to feel charged with renewed desire. 

"I wouldn't say that," he replied with a grin, leaning back on the bed and 
relaxing. 

Barbara pressed herself against him so that he could feel the warm, rhythmic 
rise and fall of her softly inviting breasts against his bare arm. 

"That's good," she said, letting her fingers tiptoe through the thick hair 
that fringed his chest, down towards the towel knotted around his hips. "I 
wouldn't like to think I couldn't stand up to the competition!" With an easy 
flick of her fingers, she loosened the towel and slipped her hand 
underneath, rubbing her palm over his trim abdomen in a circular motion, 
something she had never done before. 

"What do you mean?" Ralph asked suspiciously, wondering if her words had a 
double meaning. 

"Nothing," his wife replied innocently. "A girl just likes to know how she 
stands, that's all." 

Inwardly she smiled at his uneasiness. She was beginning to enjoy the role 
of seductress and even wondered why she'd found it so difficult before. Her 
hand edged teasingly down to his soft thatch of pubic hair, still damp from 
his shower, and the long, rubbery girth of his semi-erect cock. It stiffened 
under her palm, and it gave Barbara a curious sense of power to know that 
she could effect him so quickly. 

Brushing aside the encumbering towel, she began playing with the warmly 
throbbing flesh, pulling back the thick fold of the foreskin and watching in 
fascination as it grew harder, jerking spasmodically, its dimensions 
increasing visibly. She experienced a thrill of accomplishment when it was 
finally fully erect and so thick she could scarcely encircle its entire 
width with her hand. 

Suddenly she understood completely what Jeannie meant when she said that the 
Life Unlimited House had straightened out her sexual hang-ups, for she too 
felt suddenly free! Always before she had felt degraded by the act of love, 
a helpless victim of her own femininity. But now, having been submerged in 
depths of depravity she had never even imagined at the hands of Coretti and 
his sadistic cohort, and having watched Ralph writhe ecstatically under the 
aggressive attention of four strange women, she suddenly had a whole new 
perspective. She no longer felt frightened and at a disadvantage with men. 
Rather she was filled with a sense of her own power and consumed with a 
thrilling desire to know every aspect of her animal nature, even ... yes, 
even to dominate and enslave like Mara! She was consumed with the thought of 
herself as some primitive earth goddess, omnipotent and wanton! She saw 
herself as a lusty creature, even cruel if she wanted it that way, living 
only for her own lurid pleasure! 

The newly initiated young wife's body tingled with sensual excitement. It 
was as if a blinding light had been turned onto everything in her life that 
had ever been lost in darkness. What had started out as playful revenge for 
her husband's wanton infidelity was suddenly transformed into a compelling 
desire to explore every aspect of her new eroticism! She was no longer 
fearful of men ... not her father, Frank, Ralph or even Coretti! She 
realized she could have them all! And she would! FOR SHE HAD POWER NOW! SHE 
HAD BEEN FREED! 

With an ecstatic moan, she seized Ralph's long hard penis in both her hotly 
trembling hands, sensitive to his desires as never before. She wanted to 
excite him, make him moan with lust as she had heard him do that afternoon, 
tease and taunt him until he was totally in her power, panting for her to 
release him from his irresistible torment! 

The young law student winced slightly as she began to massage the length of 
his fully erect cock, still sore from the afternoon's orgy. His mind reeled 
with confusing thoughts and images, not the least of which was the sudden 
transformation of his wife. Something about her new attitude reminded him of 
... Christ! It's just like those chicks acted this afternoon, he realized in 
a flash. Suddenly a new idea thundered into his mind, an idea so farfetched, 
so unbelievable that he tried to dismiss it immediately. But it wouldn't go 
away, no matter how firmly he told himself it was impossible! 

Finally he could contain himself no longer. He sat bolt upright in bed and 
seized his wife by the shoulders. 

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded, looking penetratingly into her eyes. 

"Isn't it obvious?" she replied, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. 

"No ... no it isn't," he said. "You've changed somehow, you're different, 
and I want to know why!" 

"Well, I am taking a class in erotic freedom!" 

"I know ... and I'm beginning to wonder what goes on in those classes of 
yours." 

Barbara gazed at him steadily for a moment before answering. 

"Well," she said finally, "I don't think anything happens that doesn't go on 
in your class, too." 

Ralph opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it. He couldn't 
continue to question her without revealing his own debauchery. But he 
realized that she was definitely implying that ... his mind exploded in 
rebellion against the inexorable logic of the only conclusion that occurred, 
to him. Jesus, she's been fucked by somebody else, too! Maybe by lots of 
people! Just like I have! 

He clapped his hand to his forehead and sank back on the bed. God, how could 
I have been so stupid! I should have known what was happening! His mind was 
torn with anger at himself and with blind fury at Barbara and the whole Life 
Unlimited House for what he imagined for the moment was an organized attempt 
to cuckold him. In his shocked state he completely forgot his own lewd 
encounters with Mara, his plans for a continuation of his affair, his 
delight of only an hour before at his new situation. All he could see was a 
red circle of rage behind his eyes, the rage of a betrayed husband whose 
wife has been unfaithful. 

"Ralph," Barbara said softly, her voice innocent, although she watched his 
interior struggle like a cat, "have you ever seen the closed-circuit 
television set at the House?" 

"Closed circuit...." Ralph's eyes snapped open. "What the hell are you 
talking about?" 

"I watched it this afternoon, in Coretti's office," she said casually, 
bending over his lower torso so that her hair fell forward concealing her 
face. Lightly she snaked out her tongue and licked the long throbbing length 
of his penis. "It was very interesting. I guess there are hidden cameras in 
every room...." 

Ralph felt a sinking sensation in his stomach, as though someone had 
suddenly pulled the bed out from under him. Propped up on his elbows, he 
watched his wife in paralyzed silence as she again took his warm pole of 
thick flesh in her hands and encircled his purplish cockhead with her lips. 
His heart began to beat faster. 

"What are you saying?" he asked, hardly daring to move. 

"I'm saying it doesn't matter, darling!!" she replied, pausing momentarily 
from licking the sensitive underside of his heatedly surging shaft with her 
pink tongue. "Nothing matters except feeling good! And right now I'm going 
to make you feel good by sucking on your big beautiful cock!" 

Smoothly she slid her lips around his quivering organ, taking it all the way 
into her soft warm mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and 
down, swirling her tongue around his massive thickness in little circles, 
while her fingers found his huge, hairy balls and kneaded them softly. She 
closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his long, curving pillar as it 
slid downward into the soft arch of her throat. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh," Ralph moaned, as her hands and mouth began to send dizzying 
ripples of excitement through his naked young body. It was as though it were 
all happening in a dream! It couldn't be his prim and proper wife, clad in 
whorish lingerie, slavering over his prick and balls as if she'd been doing 
it all her life! But it was! He couldn't begin to comprehend the events of 
the day, it was too overwhelming! But as his wife's newly acquired skill 
began to affect him he realized that she was right! IT DIDN'T MATTER! 
NOTHING MATTERED EXCEPT FEELING GOOD! 

Elated, he reached down and entwined his fingers in her long, golden hair. 
Lewdly he forced her head down on his blood-engorged rod which she was 
manipulating so skillfully. Sensing his response, she began to increase the 
tempo of her sucking and fondling until his cock was hard as a rock, rapidly 
reaching the peak of excitement. Then, just as he was nearing a premature 
explosion from the artfullness of her sudden wanton behavior, she pulled 
away, breaking the rhythm and allowing his passion to subside. 

"Oh, baby," he moaned, as she glanced up at him with her soft blue eyes 
"you're wonderful! You're fantastic!" 

"You, too," she whispered. Then she rose up and sat back on her heels, her 
eyes blazing with desire; eagerly she untied the ribbon at the neck of her 
sheer nightie and let it fall slowly from her shoulders. Ralph's breath came 
faster and she slowly and wantonly stripped herself naked under his gaze and 
ran her hands sensuously over her own body, cupping her palms under the ripe 
melon-like orbs of her opulent breasts and lifting them up in silent 
offering so that the spongy flesh overflowed her fingers. 

"Now," she said, "are you going to fuck me? Or do I have to tie you down to 
the floor?" 

With a growl of lust, Ralph seized her in his arms, pulling her down on top 
of him and burying his head in the deep cleavage between her breasts. She 
felt like warm ivory against him, and he trembled all over as he grasped 
first one and then the other succulent globes of warm female flesh in his 
mouth, sucking and biting the distended nipples until she cried out in 
little moans of pain and pleasure, digging her nails into his shoulders and 
pulling him closer. 

"Oh, come into me now!" she moaned through clenched teeth, "FUCK ME 
NOW!!!!!" 

Still holding her, Ralph rolled over so that she was beneath him and roughly 
forced her legs wide apart with his knee. Holding his eagerly throbbing rod 
in his hands, he looked at her smooth, luscious body. Strangely, the thought 
of her familiar breasts being kissed and fondled by strangers, her firm 
milk-white thighs being caressed by other men, excited him. It made her more 
accessible somehow. No longer did he have to treat her with kid gloves, or 
worry about frightening or embarrassing her! He could just fuck her, the way 
he'd always wanted her to be! Just the way he did with Mara! 

His mind began to race with lewd fantasies of the two women, his Nordic, 
cool-looking wife, and the fiery, passionate brunette. He saw himself with 
both of them, all kissing and fondling each other like ... like the girls 
had done with each other that afternoon. That was the only thing missing, he 
realized-Barbara there with all the rest, and him the king of the harem, 
taking them all, anytime he wanted! Now he was really in paradise! He could 
have it all: a good job, a ravishing wife, and a bevy of beautiful willing 
women besides! 

With a lustful cry, he plunged his massively pulsating cock deep into her 
moistly contracting pussy, sighing as he sank into her warm tender flesh. 

"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded as, supporting himself on his 
hands, he arched his body and began fucking slowly, sensuously, in and out. 

Barbara entwined her tapering limbs high around his back, then reached 
around and began kneading the hard mounds of his buttocks with her hands, 
pulling and stretching them apart as he moved his loins up, down, and around 
in a lewd screwing motion. She was almost overwhelmed with excitement as his 
huge, hot cock traveled the length of her wetly quivering cuntal sheath, 
almost but not quite coming out with each stroke, then fucking forward until 
it rammed against the sensitive nub of her cervix. 

Looking up, she could see her husband's head thrown back, his face contorted 
with pleasure, and the sight of his naked lust aroused her even more. 
Accommodating her soft, sensual body to his, the totally aroused young 
blonde began moving against him, twisting her pelvis obscenely and grinding 
it down against the bony base of his shuddering organ. 

The intensity of his fucking was painful, but not the way it had been with 
Frank. Now she was in control of the pain, and could temper it until she had 
exactly the right blend of ecstasy and torment. She knew, too, that despite 
all that they'd been through in the past few weeks, she still loved him, 
still desired him more than any other man she'd met. True, Ralph was no 
longer the only man she desired but that didn't matter now, just as it 
didn't matter to her that he'd had, and would have again, other women. 

Oh God, she thought, flailing her head about on the pillow, on the verge of 
tears of happiness and desire, I love him! I LOVE HIM! 

Savagely, she reached up with her hands and grasped his head, pulling his 
mouth down onto hers. Her wet pink tongue darted hungrily over his full, 
soft lips and against the hard white wall of his teeth which parted as his 
own thick tongue snaked forward to meet hers. Greedily their tongues mingled 
in passion and desire, as though they could never get enough of each other. 
Her demonically aroused husband pulled her fleshy, moist tongue into his 
mouth, sucking hard until she felt it would be ripped from its roots. 

Slipping his arms beneath her, Ralph gripped her tightly, and their two 
bodies began rolling all over the bed, moving as one. All the while, his 
hotly swollen rod battered mercilessly into her convulsively contracting 
vaginal slit. Barbara spread herself wide to receive his soul searing 
strokes, clinging to him with all her might so that their tightly locked 
naked bodies seemed cemented together as they heaved and writhed on the 
straining, groaning bed. 

"Oh ... baby ... you ... feel soooo gooooooddd!" he gasped, driving up 
between her legs with all his might. 

Breaking the vise-like grip in which he held her, he leaned back, relishing 
the way her pink-tipped breasts danced up and down in lewd rhythm with his 
impassioned screwing. He'd never seen her like this, totally consumed with 
passion, driving herself against him in mad frenzy, her lushly voluptuous 
body bouncing and jiggling uninhibitedly as she strained to take him 
totally! Not even Mara had been so savagely free! 

Shifting his position again, he forced her thighs up and apart as far as 
they would go, so that she was nearly upended, and his thick, lust-engorged 
cock sank into her wetly pulsating pussy as though it were soft bread dough. 

Barbara reveled in her luridly splayed position, using all her strength to 
lift her firmly rounded buttocks even higher. It thrilled her to be taken 
this way, used like a slut, and by her own husband! 

"Oh, Ralph," she moaned, "that's it! HARDER! HURT ME! Make me cum! Shove it 
into me! Farther! FARTHER! OH! OH! MAKE ME CUUUUMMMMMMM! FUCK ME! 
FUCKMEFUCKME!!" 

Her incoherent babbling drove her handsome young husband wild with 
excitement. He lost consciousness of everything except the burning need to 
hammer his mindless weapon into her wetly heated pussy until it battered 
open at last the locked door of her long-repressed sexuality. He wanted to 
conquer her, make her entirely his, and as the two fevered bodies rocked 
lustily to and fro, their coupling became like a contest, a battle of 
titans, equally matched in the violent intensity of their desire. 

"AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" he snarled viciously, tearing into her shuddering cuntal 
opening with all his strength. 

Deep inside his heavily swollen testicles, which slapped lewdly against her 
upturned rectal crevice, he felt his seed gathering achingly, painfully, 
churning and boiling in its subterranean shelter, like a volcano about to 
erupt. His feverishly aroused young bride also sensed the uncontrollable 
spasms in her steaming cuntal depths which made her legs tremble and her 
loins quake wildly. 

AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE THERE! TOGETHER! Their bodies went out of their 
conscious control entirely, overwhelming them with a will not their own. The 
first smooth jet of white-hot cum shot out of Ralph's frantically jerking 
penis and traveled far up into Barbara's wildly clasping womb as his whole 
body shook uncontrollably. His thick male essence triggered an explosive 
response in his blonde wife's warmly clasping inner flesh; she felt as 
though she were launched suddenly into a dream world beyond the boundaries 
of her mind. It was all she could do to cling to him with her arms, her 
legs, her whole body, as they soared together up and out in an ecstatic 
maelstrom of delight unlike anything they had ever known before. 

Their voices mingled in shrieks and gasps of pleasure and delight as their 
mutual cumming went on and on, seemingly endlessly. Just as it seemed about 
to subside, new waves seized them, taking them out again and again, letting 
them float serenely on an ocean of rapture. 

Then, gradually, their excitement began to abate, and they drifted gently 
back to reality, back to the narrow confines of their tiny bedroom. Ralph 
fell forward on his wife's moistly trembling body and they lay there for a 
long time, panting with exhaustion, eyes closed and only semi-conscious. 
Barbara could feel her husband's wonderfully powerful penis begin to soften 
inside her, and she grasped his torso with her still shaking legs, unwilling 
to let him go. Finally, after one last stroke that bathed her in a lovely, 
sensual afterglow, his rapidly dwindling penis slid out, leaving a sticky 
trail of male and female essences of her cum-streaked inner thighs. 

When at last he could speak again, Ralph buried his head in the wild tangle 
of her long blonde hair. 

"You know something?" he said. "I think we've passed the course!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Ralph and Barbara spent almost all of their free time in the next few days 
in a state of erotic euphoria. For the first time in their brief married 
life they made love spontaneously and ecstatically, every chance they got. 
Each coupling seemed more satisfying than the last, and they found 
themselves eager to rush home after their day's work to fling themselves 
into each other's arms. 

After some hesitation, they were able to discuss their separate experiences 
at the Life Unlimited House. Indeed, the bizarre commune became an object of 
fascination to them. In some subtle way that they didn't quite understand, 
it had changed the tone of their relationship. 

They still loved and desired each other, there was no doubt of that. In 
fact, their mutual passion seemed to increase with each deliriously happy 
night they spent in their formerly somewhat cheerless apartment. 

Inwardly, however, each found that they looked at the other with new eyes. 
Subtly, without their being totally aware of it, they had begun to see each 
other as only one, albeit the best, of several possible sexual partners. 
Intuitively, they knew that there was more to come before their relationship 
with Coretti and his amoral instructors came to a conclusion, and by the 
middle of the week, each was secretly looking forward to the next encounter 
with the denizens of the bizarre group. 

On Wednesday, they received a handwritten note from Coretti which pushed 
matters to a decision: 

 Dear Ralph and Barbara, 

In view of your rapid progress, and since you're now going to be a part of 
the business end of the Life Unlimited family, we've decided to invite you 
to join a rapid training program, so that you can advance more quickly. 
These will be private, intensive sessions, meeting outside the regular class 
hours. Please come to my private suite on Thursday at eight. 

Cordially, Brother Rick Coretti 

 Barbara giggled nervously as she read the brief missive over Ralph's 
shoulder. 

"Rapid training program?" she breathed, her heart beginning to beat faster. 
"I wonder what that means?" 

"I don't know," her husband replied, also feeling strangely excited by the 
invitation. "I ... I guess there's only one way to find out!" 

"Don't you have classes on Thursday night?" 

"I could cut them, I guess...." 

"Why don't you? After all, once can't hurt, and maybe we can talk to Brother 
Coretti about coming on another night after this." 

Although neither of them wanted to admit it, their casual tone concealed a 
keen excitement. Even his studies, Ralph realized, could take a second place 
to the primitive passions aroused in him at the prospect of an evening at 
Coretti's private suite. It was as though they were willingly becoming 
entangled in an enticing web of irresistible compulsions from which neither 
of them felt strong enough to break free. 

When they arrived at the Life Unlimited House the next night, their nervous 
anticipation had not abated. Each felt the evening would shatter their last 
shreds of inhibition, for they suspected that the schedule would definitely 
include some sort of prolonged group sex. As soon as they entered Coretti's 
chambers on the second floor, their suspicions were confirmed by the 
presence of Frank, Mara and Annette, all sprawled semi-nude on the floor. A 
strange, spicy aroma permeated the air of the room, which Barbara could not 
identify. 

"I was beginning to think you two would never get here," Coretti boomed as 
he ushered them into the living room. "Would you like a drink ... or would 
you prefer to get stoned, like the rest of us?" 

There was an air of challenge in his eyes that made Ralph feel it was 
expected that he accept the latter offer. Apparently the strange smell was 
marijuana. 

"Uh, we've never smoked before," he said hesitantly, "but I suppose it'd be 
all right." 

"Good for you, my boy," Coretti laughed, slapping him on the back. "Frank," 
he ordered, turning to the slender young man who was stretched out on the 
floor listening to the cool jazz that was on the stereo, "pass the pipe!" 

The sensual young instructor responded immediately to Coretti's command and 
brought over what looked like a large wine bottle with a strange apparatus 
at the top. On closer inspection it proved to be a pipe bowl and a long 
piece of hollow cord with a metallic nozzle attached. The bottle was filled 
with water. 

Coretti lit a match, and handed the strange instrument to Ralph. The young 
student sucked in the sweetly aromatic smoke, holding his breath as Coretti 
instructed him. At first he didn't feel anything, but gradually, as the pipe 
made the rounds of the room, he began to be pervaded by a comfortable 
euphoria. He decided he liked the feeling. 

Barbara choked on her first puff, but then she followed her husband's 
example and soon was floating on a shimmering cloud of euphoria. Suddenly 
the room seemed warmer and friendlier, less frightening than it had been 
when they first entered. She experienced a strange rapport with the others, 
as though they were initiating her into a secret brotherhood. 

She didn't even resent Mara, as she had thought she would, and she was able 
to introduce her husband to Frank without flinching, although she had been 
dreading the moment when Ralph came face to face with the sadistic man who 
had violated her so completely. 

Ralph, too, was amazed at the easiness which the drug imparted to the 
evening. He was, of course, delighted to find Mara and Annette present, 
since his associations with the two beauties were entirely pleasant. The 
knowledge that at some point in the evening he would probably have the 
opportunity to renew his intimate acquaintance with them tempered whatever 
feelings of anger he might have had toward his wife's seducers, Coretti and 
Frank. 

After all, he reasoned in his drugged haze, fair's fair. 

"Now," Coretti began, rubbing his palms together after the room seemed 
totally congenial, "let's start our intensive training program!" 

Mara giggled from her position on the floor. "Hear, hear!" she muttered, 
finding his words hilariously funny. 

Barbara laughed, too. She was excited at the prospect of what was about to 
happen. She and Ralph were going to participate in an orgy, she realized, 
and the thought filled her with dark anticipation. Tonight she would make 
love to all three of her lovers ... in each other's presence ... no, not 
make love, she realized, fuck-she was going to fuck all of them! Love had no 
part of it. For the first time in her life, she was going to give herself 
over consciously to pure lust, sex for its own sake, something she had been 
taught to abhor! 

"First of all," the muscular commune leader continued, "why don't you two 
get out of all those clothes? In fact, why don't we help you?" 

Suddenly the young couple felt themselves overwhelmed by hands, as the four 
residents of the Life Unlimited House began cheerfully divesting them of 
their clothing. 

"Ah, lovely," Coretti murmured as he slipped Barbara's brassiere off and 
exposed her soft, lush young breasts, while Ralph was pleasantly surprised 
to feel Annette softly stroke his already semi-erect penis as she pulled his 
trousers and shorts down his unresisting limbs. Frank's hands wandered 
wildly over Barbara's naked body once she was stripped, and Mara began 
pulling Ralph down onto the floor eagerly. 

"Wait! Wait!" Coretti barked as they seemed about to collapse into a 
disordered melee on the floor. "Ladies first!" He turned to Mara. "Barbara 
was upset the other day when Frank forced her to eat pussy. Why don't you 
introduce her to the other side of that kind of pleasure?" he leered. 

"Gladly!" the vivacious brunette replied. Blushing furiously, Barbara 
allowed the petite beauty to lead her by the hand to a large, overstuffed 
hassock in the center of the room. Mara pushed her down gently on it and 
then sat beside her. The young wife felt her draw her into her arms, and 
then Mara's soft lips were pressed against hers, and her fingers twined in 
her shining blonde hair. 

At first Barbara stiffened at the touch of another woman's naked body 
against her own, but she resisted her fearful reaction, wishing to please 
her guru. Mara's breasts brushed against her arms lightly, and the sensation 
was strange, strange and provocative. Gradually, as Mara continued to fondle 
her sensually aroused body, the young wife was seized by the desire to 
return her caresses and soon the two were locked in each other's arms, 
tentatively exploring the interior of each other's mouths with their wet 
pink tongues. 

The three men watched in mounting excitement as Mara's hands roamed over 
Barbara's pale smooth skin, over her shoulders and back, and down the 
sloping curve of her softly rounded buttocks, then back up to the excitedly 
quivering mounds of her breasts. She cupped the full rounded globes in her 
hand, then let her head fall softly forward to take the already stiffening 
areoles into her warm wet mouth. 

Barbara was enveloped by a thrill of pleasure as the voluptuous brunette's 
lips encircled her tautly distended nipples and sucked softly on them. She 
had never experienced anything so sweet! So tender! She closed her eyes and 
trembled as she ran her hands lightly over the other woman's lushly naked 
body, reveling in the silky texture of Mara's long dark hair and the petite 
contours of her back and shoulders. The drug seemed to have made her subtly 
sensitive, as though every nerve ending in her body was suddenly awakened 
and alert on an incredibly intense level. 

Losing herself in the overwhelming spell of sensuality, she didn't resist at 
all when Mara gently separated her quivering thighs with her hands. An 
audible intake of breath went through the room as the narrow, hair-lined 
cleft between the blonde wife's legs came into view. Easing her back on the 
hassock, Mara spread the firm-fleshed thighs as far apart as they would go, 
then knelt to one side so that the three male observers had a clear view of 
the blushing pinkness of Barbara's glistening cuntal lips and the narrow 
vaginal channel they concealed. 

Ralph's eyes were riveted to the obscene display. It was exactly what he had 
imagined the two women who most excited him, his radiant wife and the sultry 
instructress Mara, embracing lasciviously right before his eyes. The 
knowledge that his pretty nineteen year-old wife was willingly participating 
in the perverted acts only excited him more. He even felt a kind of pride at 
the knowledge that he had been the first to have her, that however much he 
might share her with others, she was first and foremost his alone. He could 
see that Frank and Coretti were watching tensely, their eyes glazed with 
lust, and their rigidly erect cocks standing out thickly from their bodies. 
His own penis was also throbbing insistently, and he dropped his hand down 
to grasp the long heated shaft, which responded with an excited lurch. 

Mara now positioned herself up between Barbara's obscenely splayed legs and 
placed her hands on either side of the unresisting girl's cuntal mouth. 
Barbara sighed pleasantly as the brunette separated her moistly quivering 
pussy lips and then flicked her pointed, wet tongue up and down the full 
length of her sensitive vaginal furrow. 

"Oooooohhh," Barbara moaned as delicious sensations of sharp forbidden 
pleasure coursed through her body. The pink nub of her clitoris twitched 
furiously with desire, and Mara seized it between her lips, sucking and 
nibbling gently on it until Barbara wriggled her ripely rounded buttocks 
against her face in delight. Suddenly, the young wife was consumed with the 
desire to return Mara's lurid gesture. She, too, wanted to bury her head in 
a warmly perfumed vaginal slit and excite in another woman the same pleasure 
she was experiencing herself. Let's both do it," she said eagerly, lifting 
her head from the hassock. 

Mara quickly accommodated her, sliding down onto the floor and pulling 
Barbara after her. In an instant, the young wife swung over the beautiful 
instructress's tawny body and separated her milk-white thighs. Aided by the 
marijuana, Barbara lost complete consciousness of the fact that they were 
being watched by others, including her husband. Her mind was concentrated on 
one thing alone, a consuming lust to bury her mouth and face in the 
succulent pink flesh before her. With a little moan, she fell forward onto 
Mara's voluptuous body, savoring the delicate feminine odor that rose to her 
nostrils from Mara's already sweetly lubricated pussy. Soon they were 
writhing in unison, for the brunette reached up and grasped Barbara's 
desire-tensed buttocks, pulling her gleaming wet pussy down over her own 
face, and resumed her hungry tonguing and licking. 

Excited by the new turn of events, Frank Bogart reached for the young 
"slave," Annette, who was seated on the floor at his feet. Pulling her up 
between his legs, he forced his elongated pulsating cock into her soft warm 
mouth and began undulating his pelvis back and forth, his eyes still 
fastened greedily on the lewd tableau before him. Not content to have only 
one raging cock at her disposal, Annette reached out to both sides and 
seized Coretti's lust-hardened shaft with one hand, and Ralph's in the 
other. Skillfully she began stroking the two men, while her head bobbed up 
and down over Frank's massively lurching penis. 

Ralph was totally amazed at her willingness to service all three men at 
once. Man! he thought, this chick must be some kind of nympho! Grinning 
lewdly, he began to rotate his pelvis, reveling obscenely in the hot 
sensations of animal pleasure that rippled through his long turgid cock and 
the softly pulsing sac beneath it. 

He had no way of knowing that Annette, taken in by the decadent commune 
leader at a tender age, was totally innocent of the depraved nature of the 
acts to which she submitted so willingly. Her feelings toward Coretti and 
his companions were almost reverent, and colored with gratitude for his 
apparent generosity in "saving" her from the life on New York's city 
streets, where he had found her. Unaware of his obscene motivations, she 
obeyed all his commands in a spirit of love and resignation, totally 
convinced that he was leading her gently but firmly towards enlightenment 
and a better life. Unlike Ralph and Barbara, she had no secret primitive 
compulsions, no dark hidden needs straining to be satisfied. It was not 
stupidity that made her the perfect slave, as Frank thought, but rather a 
genuine, totally pure desire to serve. 

Now, crouching between Frank's legs with his lust-heated cock plunging 
farther and farther into her wetly ovaled young mouth, with two huge 
pulsating penises in each hand, she devoted all her concentration to giving 
the three men as much pleasure as possible. Diligently her child-like hands 
moved up and down, applying everything she had ever learned about the male 
body to the task at hand. The underside of a cock was particularly 
sensitive, she knew, as well as the tip, and she varied her movements 
carefully so that she didn't neglect these areas. She thrilled with 
satisfaction and delight when she began to hear animalistic grunts of 
sensuality from any of the three men she was servicing. I am blessed to 
serve you, she thought, as her head and hands ministered lovingly to their 
hotly throbbing cocks. 

Only Coretti fully understood the teenage girl's devotion, and his own 
perception, fogged by too many years of drugs and sexual excess, was 
twisted. Although he sometimes took sadistic pleasure in abusing her trust 
and forcing her to the most debasing acts he could conceive to satisfy his 
warped desires, he was also strangely protective of her. She and she alone, 
he knew, loved him unquestioningly. Frank and Mara only obeyed him because 
they were as corrupt as he himself, and they enjoyed the power they had as 
potential leaders in the Life Unlimited organization. 

And these two new ones, he thought, they're not much different. He wants 
money and status, and she just wants to fill her tight pink pussy with any 
stiff prick she finds, although it looks as though she's expanding her 
repertoire to include women, too, from the way she's shaking her ass over 
Mara's tongue. 

His lips sneered in a contemptuous grin as he watched Barbara and Mara twist 
hungrily between each other's legs. Voyeurism was one of the many things he 
enjoyed ... it was the reason for all the two-way mirrors and the 
closed-circuit television system ... voyeurism and the need to keep close 
tabs on everything that went on at Life Unlimited House. 

The self-appointed counselor on eroticism was distracted from his reverie by 
Annette, whose adept finger manipulations were bringing him closer and 
closer to climax. The others, too, were rapidly approaching release. Frank 
had Annette's head in a vise-like grip, and was grimacing cruelly as he 
forced it down, down on his cock until he could feel his turgid column 
ramming against the back of her throat, causing her, despite her willing 
submission, to gag. 

"Suck me, you little cunt!" he hissed. "Suck my cock until I cum! It's all 
you're good for, you know that? Dumb little bitch!" 

Ralph heard the orgiastic sounds in the room as though from a great 
distance. The drug seemed to have slowed everything down, like a film 
running in slow motion, and in his eyes Mara and Barbara moved lightly, 
weightlessly. He, too, felt as though he were outside the realms of gravity 
and time. His wildly throbbing penis, dexterously massaged by the nubile 
young Annette, seemed capable of continuing in a state of pleasantly intense 
arousal forever. It was as though he were under water, and light and sound 
were transmitted through a multicolored filter of shimmering, undulating 
fluid. 

His wife, too, was completely overcome by wave upon wave of cloud-like, 
diaphanous passion. Time had lost all meaning for her as she ran her wetly 
quivering little tongue over Mara's sweet warm vagina simultaneously 
pressing her own impatiently moist pussy slit down on her companion's lewdly 
probing tongue. It became like a game-whatever she did to Mara was done 
immediately to her, until, perfectly synchronized, it was like making love 
to herself. The two women sighed and moaned, as they hungrily explored each 
other's bodies, lost in a sensual haze that made them completely oblivious 
to their surroundings. 

Their torrid undulations alternately revealed first one and then the other 
pink throbbing vaginal crevice to the lusty gaze of the three men watching 
from the couch. Suddenly Coretti was struck with a new idea. 

"With all this pussy around, who the hell needs a hand job," he slurred, 
lurching to his feet. Roughly he pulled Annette away from Frank and down 
onto the floor on top of him, his fleshy hands running greedily over the 
young girl's body, squeezing the ripe soft globes of her buttocks and 
nipping at the tiny pyramidal points that tipped her nubile breasts. 

"Ride my cock, bitch," he ordered, his tender feelings towards her forgotten 
in his desire for crude satisfaction. 

Used to his sudden changes of mood, Annette obediently threw her leg over 
his quivering paunch and, raising herself onto her knees, seized his thick, 
purplish rod of flesh with her hands and positioned it up between her 
widespread thighs. 

Although she had done it many times before, the thought of taking the huge 
girth of his pulsing tool into her tender vagina always frightened her a 
little. It was so big and thick! It would stretch her narrow passage beyond 
endurance, she knew, but she also knew she didn't dare refuse. That would be 
terrible and ungrateful! Steeling herself, therefore, she began to skewer 
herself slowly down onto the mammothly heated stalk of hard male flesh. 

Her tight little cuntal entrance would not take the huge bulbous cock-head 
at first, and she spread her legs wide, even using one hand to open her 
willing seeping vaginal slit. The huge bulk pressed angrily against her 
resisting cunt-hole, and all her efforts to take it inside came to naught. 

Finally, with an angry growl, Coretti seized her fleshy ass-cheeks with both 
hands, and holding her in position, plunged his pelvis upward cruelly! 

"A A A A AIEEEEEEEEEE!" the tortured youngster screamed as Coretti's rigid, 
steely cock stretched her cuntal opening with a cruel upward lunge. Tears 
came to her eyes and she clenched her teeth against the burning, tearing 
pain! 

The sight of her naked young cunt impaled so obscenely on Coretti's massive 
penis jolted Ralph out of his dreamy sexual state and into a sudden surge of 
galvanic, brutal lust!! Coretti's grip on the tormented girl's hips and 
buttocks was so harsh that he could see her flesh turn white around his 
fingers. Ralph's cock leapt to even greater life, and a sharp aching 
sensation of passion throbbed madly from his swollen hairy testicles 
throughout his entire body. 

With a savage groan, he seized his hotly pulsing spear in his fist and began 
furiously pumping up and down, splaying his legs wide, his eyes glued to the 
sadistic scene on the floor. Anguished cries broke from Annette as Coretti 
forced his enraged tool further and further into her inhumanly distended 
pussy, inch by torturous inch. 

The burly guru ran his tongue over his thick lips grossly as he felt the 
wailing young girl's tight little cunt give way before the onslaught of his 
impatiently plundering cock. The burning interior of her pussy flesh 
expanded by degrees, and Coretti felt his foreskin stretch pleasurably as he 
pushed inexorably upward. His flesh jiggled obscenely as he heaved his 
buttocks off the floor, each motion driving him farther up into Annette's 
narrow cuntal passage, until he felt his cock-head ram hard against the 
cushiony barrier of her cervix. 

Frank, sadistically aroused by the burly leader's actions, made an attempt 
to position himself in front of the gasping child, intending to return his 
long, pulsing spear into her mouth. Coretti pushed him roughly aside. 

"Fuck off, Frank!" he snarled. "This is my trip!" 

For a moment, the erotic young instructor was tempted to resist and force 
his way into the scene. But Coretti's tone made him think better of it. The 
sex guru's rebuff left him feeling unsure of himself for an instant, 
however, an unfamiliar and not particularly pleasant sensation. Then his 
eyes fell on Mara and Barbara, whose sighs and moans were beginning to mount 
in intensity as their double tongue-fucking brought them closer and closer 
to their burning climax. 

"Ah, my prize pupil," he sneered, smiling lewdly as he made his way 
unsteadily to the spot on the floor where they were wantonly writhing 
together. "Let's see how much she's learned!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Fascinated by the fantastic scenes that surrounded him on every side, Ralph 
scarcely knew where to look first. His hands seemed to fly over his 
desire-swollen cock, building to a fever pitch of excitement as he first 
watched Coretti and Annette, now bouncing lewdly up and down on the floor. 
Annette seemed to have gone beyond the sensations of pain that had rocked 
her plump adolescent frame when the heavy-set master's thick, blood-engorged 
cock first penetrated her, for now her moans and sighs had a happier sound. 
She looked like a child on a rocking horse, he thought, as he watched her 
nakedly bob and twist on her perch, squealing with delight as Coretti lifted 
her off the floor with each bludgeoning stroke. 

The excited young husband could feel his lust-thickened seed gathering in 
his loins, churning hotly in his pulsing balls, and he groaned lustily as 
the moment of release approached. 

Across the room, he saw Frank roughly pull Mara and Barbara apart, rudely 
awakening them from their lesbian idyll. The young law student wanted to 
rise out of his seat and join one or the other group, but was so pleasurably 
paralyzed by the effects of the heady drug he'd smoked that he was unable to 
move. It was as if he was suspended somewhere above the room, watching the 
lurid goings-on like a movie, but better than any stag film he'd ever seen 
in his life. 

He saw Frank shove Barbara rudely off of Mara's body and take her place, 
straddling the voluptuous brunette and forcing her to take his purplish, 
angry-looking penis into her mouth. For the first time since the extravagant 
coupling began, he caught sight of his wife's face, now glistening wetly 
with saliva and the vaginal essences she had been drinking from Mara's 
copiously flowing vaginal cup. 

Their eyes met across the room, and Ralph could hardly believe the crude 
sensuality that glowed and sparkled in the blue depths of his wife's eyes. 
She seemed like another creature entirely, different even from the wanton 
wench she had proved herself to be during the past week. 

The look lasted only an instant however, for Frank, unwilling to forego even 
a fraction of the sexual energy that filled the room, began running his 
hands over her body possessively, determined to include her in his own 
lascivious designs. 

The sight of his wife being lewdly caressed by another man who was also 
plunging his rod into his mistress's eagerly sucking mouth, combined with 
the increasingly loud wails and grunts coming from Annette and Coretti, were 
all Ralph needed to bring him to a shuddering, self-induced climax. 

"Ah! Ah! AAAAHHHHHHH!" he gasped, hearing his own voice as if from a great 
distance as his throbbing loins suddenly shot their heavy load of cum 
forward. It arched upward across the room in thick white jets of liquid, 
landing he knew not where. His orgasm seemed to go on forever in the strange 
realm of expanded time in which he found himself. 

Simultaneously, a wild shriek burst from Annette as her own climax overtook 
her with shattering intensity. Coretti felt her resilient little cuntal 
walls seize his wildly pulsating penis and squeeze it tightly until she 
seemed to force his boiling hot semen up and out, spurting into her clasping 
young pussy in violent short jerks. 

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh," he snarled. "That's it! That's it you hot little bitch! 
Fuck! Fuck! FFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!" 

Mara, hearing the simultaneous cries of the others in the room, increased 
her frantic sucking of Frank's long thick cock, relaxing her throat to take 
it all the way in and hasten the moment when the lean and angular sensualist 
would release her from the crushing grip in which he held her. She didn't 
particularly like Frank, especially when there were others available, and 
she applied all her professional expertise to force him to an orgasm so that 
she could devote her attention to newer, more exciting possibilities. 

Sensing her desire to be through with him, Frank deliberately held himself 
back, slowing his rhythm in order to prolong the episode. It increased his 
kick to know that his partner was an unwilling participant, as though his 
satisfaction was not purely physical, but mental also, derived in large 
measure from the thrill of forcing his will on another. 

Coretti, in the meantime, his union with Annette completed, began staggering 
around the room searching for the water pipe. He took a long drag of 
marijuana and then offered it to Ralph, who was just recovering from his 
self-created climax. 

"What the hell are you beating your meat on the sidelines for?" Coretti 
asked grossly. "Let's go get some pussy!" 

The rotund older man made his way unsteadily across the room, and Ralph was 
amazed that he was ready to resume the debauch so quickly. But he suddenly 
discovered that he, too, was ready to go again, and had no need to take the 
time to recuperate before he was ready for another encounter. The 
multiplication of stimuli was making him insatiable, and he realized with a 
lascivious flash that the evening had only just begun! 

He moved across the room as if floating, without any voluntary control, and 
positioned himself between Mara's outstretched legs. Miraculously, his cock 
was still hard, and seemed to increase in size and potency as he lewdly 
separated Mara's sparsely hair-lined cuntal lips and stared at the moist, 
reddish furrow which traveled downward like a gash. Hungrily he threw 
himself on the gaping wet cunt hole, plunging his eagerly jerking penis far 
up inside with no preparation and began to pump furiously back and forth. 

Coretti, meanwhile, grabbed Barbara and forced her head down onto his 
semi-erect rod, insisting that she suck it as Mara was doing to Frank. At 
the same time he reached beneath her and began caressing her sensually 
swaying breasts, sending unbelievable shimmers of desire through the newly 
awakened young wife's naked body. 

Both Mara and Barbara responded lustily to the changes of scene. Mara 
wriggled obscenely and wildly against Ralph's cock, grinding her pelvis and 
mewling uncontrollably as her soft sensual lips sucked harder on Frank's 
massively heated cock. Barbara thought she would faint from the sensation of 
bodies and cocks all around her, hands on her breasts and buttocks, her 
mouth forced to accept Coretti's wetly glistening penis once again. 

Suddenly Frank could contain himself no longer. He began fucking at a 
fantastic pace into Mara's tightly ovaled lips, shoving his lust-thickened 
shaft far, far into her throat." 

"SHITOSHIT! I'M CUUUMMMMIINNNGGGGG!!!" he shrieked, releasing his steaming, 
pent-up load of milk white cum deep into her frantically gulping throat. 

Then, almost immediately, he rolled off Mara's body and pulled Annette over 
to him, spreading her legs and burying his face in her warm pussy, still 
moist with the remains of Coretti's ejaculation. 

"AAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Mara wailed as, released from Frank at last, 
she was free to devote herself entirely to the pleasure of fully 
concentrating on Ralph's long hot lust-engorged penis as it was repeatedly 
buried deep in her moistly quivering cunt. The young husband thrilled as the 
voluptuous instructress wound her legs around him, straining to hold him 
tighter. He became intensely powerful as he supported himself on his hands 
and fucked into her brutally, slamming his long hard length into her as far 
as it would explode with each stroke. He grinned cruelly, carried away by 
his own potency. He thought he could fuck forever! His experience earlier 
with the four females, plus the recent orgasm, made it possible to control 
his own excitement now, manipulating the writhing brunette to peak after 
peak of pleasure without worrying that his own climax would outpace hers. 

Savagely he rotated his pelvis, causing Mara to scream with ecstasy. At the 
same time, his attention was caught by his wife, who was still slavering 
greedily over Coretti's cock. The burly commune leader was leaning back 
against the couch opposite the one the three men had been seated on, and 
Ralph thought he looked like a depraved child as he smiled dreamily, 
reveling in the effects of Barbara's warm soft mouth locked tightly around 
his penis. 

His wife's nakedly gleaming buttocks were near at hand, and shifting his 
position so that he could support himself on one elbow, Ralph began tracing 
her exposed rectal crevice with his finger, still maintaining the rhythm of 
his strokes in and out of Mara's hotly grasping pussy. 

He was truly a Sultan now, surrounded by his slaves; the face that his wife, 
his own Barbara, was one of the nubile beauties at his disposal charged him 
with even more lust. Like a monarch, he felt he had given her away, forced 
her to indulge in every form of debauchery with anyone he indicated. She was 
his! HIS TO BE USED AS HE WISHED! Just like Mara and Annette! 

The sight of her tender young ass-cheeks waving lewdly in the air, 
defenseless against his probing middle finger, suddenly gave him a new idea 
that so excited him that he withdrew his attention from her for a moment in 
order to finish fucking Mara. His mind ablaze with the new thought, he 
pumped violently up into the bucking, twisting brunette beauty, noting with 
relish the way her mouth hung open in helpless lust as the rain of blows 
perpetrated by his mighty plunging cock brought her to a vivid orgasm. 

Suddenly, her wetly inflamed cuntal walls tightened spasmodically around his 
thrusting thickness. Her heels began to beat against his nakedly thrusting 
buttocks in an uncontrollable staccato, and she flailed her dark hair wildly 
on the floor. Brutally he increased the intensity of his strokes, his 
sperm-bloated testicles slapping wetly against her upturned anal crack. 

"AAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Mara shrieked as her orgasm, volcanic in its 
proportions, seized her. She dug her nails into Ralph's shoulders, sobbing 
and wailing incoherently. 

"Oh ... fuck ... fuck ... I'M CUUUMMMINNNG! Oh God! Oh God! You've got the 
greatest prick in the world! OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!! Tear me apart! Harder! 
HARDER! Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming! CUUUMMMMINNNNGGG!!!!!!" 

Spasm after spasm of wildly erotic release tore through her body. Ralph 
could barely balance himself against her heaving, bucking motions that 
exploded in all directions. 

As soon as her passion began to subside, and he was sure that she was 
satisfied, he slipped his still achingly erect penis out of her softly 
pulsing vaginal sheath and left her in a quivering heap on the floor. He had 
other things in mind now. 

Crawling over to Barbara and Coretti, he resumed his explorations of the 
wetly glistening crevice in between his wife's lewdly waving buttocks. Frank 
might have been the first to nail her in the ass, he thought salaciously, 
but he sure as hell isn't going to be the last! 

Barbara flinched as she felt two hands separate her softly tender ass 
cheeks, stretching them wide apart. With a horrible sinking feeling she 
realized she didn't even know who was touching her. If it was Frank, she 
knew she should steel herself for a brutal assault on her back passage, and 
if it was Ralph.... 

The thought that it might be her husband filled her with a strange, demonic 
excitement. He had never taken her there! She tried to determine which of 
the two it might be, but she realized with a start that she couldn't tell, 
that there didn't seem to be an actual difference between the hands that 
crossed her so lewdly. It ... it didn't even matter! Intoxicated as she was 
with drugs and sex, she didn't really care whose finger was circling 
tauntingly around the tightly puckered little entrance to her rectum. 

Coretti, seeing Ralph's intentions, suddenly interrupted him. "Wait," he 
suggested, smiling evilly. "I have an even better idea." 

Ralph was about to protest, but then he saw the heavy set teacher motion to 
Frank. With a delighted laugh, the younger man quickly abandoned Annette, 
and lay down on the floor near the others. The three men, guided by Coretti, 
maneuvered the young blonde wife, almost insensate now and unable to move of 
her own volition, to a position over Frank's huge, hot spear of male flesh 
just as Annette had been positioned over Coretti. 

So it's Ralph, Barbara thought excitedly as she saw Frank stretched out 
beneath her, grinning lewdly. But what ... what are they going to do? 

She was confused by the fact that Frank was pulling her down onto his 
massively rigid penis which afforded him an easy passage, lubricated as it 
was by Mara's tonguing and her own secretions of feminine juices. A shudder 
went through her whole body as his long hard cock slowly slid up into the 
depths of her warmly quivering cunt, and she thought she would cum right 
then and there! 

Then Coretti knelt down almost directly over Frank's face and pulled her 
forward so that she was compelled to take his heatedly pulsating cock into 
her mouth again. 

Behind her, Ralph once again separated the fleshy cheeks of her softly 
rounded bottom and began to run his finger teasingly up and down her now 
trembling rectal crevice. The enormity of what was happening suddenly 
overwhelmed her. She was going to be taken by three lusty, excited men at 
once! One in her pussy, one in her mouth, and her husband in the anus! At 
first the idea filled her with fear, but as Frank began to twist his pelvis 
up from beneath her, sending excruciating waves of torrid pleasure through 
her inflamed young cuntal passage, and as Coretti grasped her head in his 
hands and began forcing her wetly parted lips up and down the length of his 
thick shaft, a perverse enjoyment began to overtake her. 

She trembled with a combination of fear and lurid anticipation at the new 
plateau of womanhood and freedom she was about to reach. In the next moment, 
the bulbous head of her young husband's rock-hard penis probed obscenely at 
the tiny cringing entrance to her back passage. Her mind was awhirl with 
confused thoughts. 

Oh God, Oh God, it 's going to hurt when he puts it in! It's going to hurt 
like nothing ever has before, especially with Frank inside my vagina! But I 
don't care, she realized suddenly, I WANT IT TO HURT! YES! YES! I'm so hot I 
can't stand it! I need to be fucked! I WANT TO BE FUCKED! IN MY ASS! IN MY 
PUSSY! IN MY MOUTH! EVERYWHERE! 

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" she screamed as she was consumed by a violent, 
wrenching pain that instantly shut off all her thoughts. With a sharp 
forward thrust, her husband had bored his hot, lust-thickened hardness far 
up into her tight, nearly virginal rectum, worming the long swollen cudgel 
through the sensitive membranes of her anal passage to bury it almost to the 
hilt in the soft rubbery confines clamped so tightly around it. Ralph 
clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as he burrowed yet deeper into the 
warm forbidden depths of her rectum. 

The young husband had never experienced anything so torridly satisfying in 
his life. Her ass-hole was so tight! So wonderfully hot! It squeezed around 
his wildly aroused penis harder than anything had before! 

"UUUUUnnnnngggghhhh!" he growled, lunging forward again, far into her rectal 
depths. The pressure of his thrusts forced her forward, yet her nakedly 
kneeling body was pinned firmly in place by the three men who began to fuck 
her with savage abandon in every available opening. 

The four people became one squirming, wantonly writhing mass of lurid flesh. 
Moans and cries of ecstasy filled the air as the men drove into the helpless 
young wife with ever-increasing lust. 

Once adjusted to her lewd and vulgar position, Barbara began to enjoy the 
thrilling sensations that surged through her cock-ravaged body. Indeed 
within a few moments she began to exult wildly, reveling in the delicious 
pleasure of two huge shafts of male flesh impaling her mercilessly in both 
rectum and pussy, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. This, combined 
with Coretti's frenzied thrusting of his cum-bloated penis deeply into her 
now eagerly sucking mouth, was extraordinary beyond anything she had ever 
remotely experienced before! It was as if she had become one with the 
feverish men who were fucking her! All sense of personal self was completely 
swept away in the hurricane of excitement that crashed over her. She was 
lost, lost completely in a whirling maelstrom of depravity, no longer even 
human, rather the young wife was submerged in a staggering thrall of 
pounding sexuality that knew no personal identity. It was sex! Pure 
unbridled sex! AND SHE LOVED IT! SHE WANTED MORE! MORE! In her frenzied 
state she would now have easily welcomed even more rampaging males, more 
thrusting cocks, she would have submitted to anything to increase her savage 
pleasure. At that moment she knew that the naive, puritanical girl she had 
been only a few weeks ago was gone forever, and in her place was a wanton 
female of insatiable sexual needs' 

"MMMMNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she mewled hotly in triumph, her naked, 
sweat-drenched young body quivering with steaming thrills, 
"MMMNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!" 

Annette and Mara, now left to themselves, looked with envy at the 
pleasure-maddened quartet writhing on the floor before them. Each yearned to 
participate in the crude melee, for their bodies were again charged with a 
raging sexual energy by what they witnessed. Suddenly, as if on cue, the two 
voluptuous girls looked at each other, their eyes wild with desire, and 
within moments they threw themselves into each other's arms, twisting their 
ravishing naked female forms against each other in a frenzy of pleasure. 
Quickly they lowered themselves onto the floor, kissing hungrily all the 
while, and positioned themselves so that their hotly throbbing bodies were 
entwined in opposite directions, giving each of them access to the other's 
wet, eagerly parted vaginas. With a groan of deep pleasure, the two female 
devotees of Life Unlimited buried their faces in each other's moistly hot 
cunts and began greedily sucking at the glistening pink flesh, plunging 
their tongues deeply into each other's quaking cuntal caverns, already at 
the apex of excitement from all that had gone before. 

Now the smoke-filled room became a shrieking, groaning orgy of searing lust. 
Naked bodies, male and female, gleamed with sweat, and wantonly quivering 
flesh was everywhere. The jazz music that had been serving as an obscene 
accompaniment to the frenetic activity began to build now in intensity as if 
it was in perfect rhythm with the mounting passion that consumed everyone in 
the room. The cries and moans of desire that pierced the air began to come 
more frequently and louder as the volcanic fucking and sucking took on a 
more intense, savage quality. 

Ralph, plunging his massively throbbing cock deep into his wife's 
ever-widening rectal channel, felt his sperm churning balls tighten in a 
sudden burst of sensuality; his loins became fiery and he knew that his 
moment of release was not far off. 

"SHIT, OH SHIT!" he cried in exquisite agony, every muscle rippling and 
ablaze with desire, "I'M CCCUMMMIIINNNGGG OH FFFUUUCCCCCCK! I'M 
CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMIINNNNGGGGG!" 

His mighty shrieks seemed to act as a triggering device for everyone in the 
room, for at that moment both Frank and Coretti experienced the dazzling 
stabs of heat that exploded in their genitals just previous to orgasm. They 
increased the tempo of their fucking: Coretti burying his long hard cock 
deeply into Barbara's eagerly sucking mouth to the back of her throat; Frank 
fucking like a raging demon, driving his wildly jerking penis into the young 
wife's passion-drenched cunt. 

"AAARRRRGGGGHHHH" the young instructor cried, throwing his head back as if 
jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, "AANNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!" 

Barbara, receiving the battering strokes of the three climaxing men, was 
consumed with excruciating pleasure! Her loins were palpitating, hot as 
fire, for she knew that she, too, was near release. Suddenly her rectum and 
pussy were filled with scalding explosions of cum as both Frank and Ralph 
reached total orgasm. Gush after gush of milky, boiling semen filled her, 
rushing out from the two insanely ejaculating cocks that throbbed in both 
her channels like exploding guns. The two men shouted in ecstasy from the 
intensity of their torrential release. At that moment, too, Coretti groaned 
deeply like a wounded animal and began shooting his seemingly inexhaustible 
reservoir of searing white cum to fill the voraciously sucking young wife's 
mouth and throat! She was drowning in cum! AND SHE LOVED IT! SHE WANTED IT 
TO GO ON FOREVER!!!! Her own female secretions were streaming down her 
ravaged cuntal walls in a wild cascade that made her ache with even more 
tumultuous passion! Moaning incoherently, she drank her guru's hot semen as 
if it was the nectar of the gods, her entire naked torso quivering lewdly 
from the stream of sperm that filled her from the other two men's madly 
emptying cocks. 

Not to be outdone by the obscene quartet, Mara and Annette had sucked each 
other to their own heights of lust and now, faces buried in each other's 
wetly streaming pussies, they kicked their legs in utter delight, and 
writhed their bodies obscenely together as they enjoyed the full scope of 
their orgasms. Wet vapor covered their faces and lips as they buried their 
heads into each other's eagerly throbbing, wildly orgasming pussies. 

For a while it seemed there would be no end to the orgy, but soon the 
shrieks of pleasure began to subside, and the frenzy of fucking, licking and 
sucking began to ebb as one by one, each of the participants reached the end 
of their drug-sodden desire. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

On a warm spring morning about eight months later, Barbara awoke slowly and 
stretched luxuriously, like a cat, savoring the soft comfortable feeling of 
the satiny sheets that covered the king-size bed. Sleepily, she opened her 
eyes, reaching for the spot where Ralph's body should have been. 

He must have gone downstairs already, she thought, finding his side of the 
bed empty. 

Yawning, she slipped her feet into the backless slippers on the floor at the 
side of the bed and, wrapping the sheet around her naked young body, moved 
across the room to open the windows that opened onto the Hudson. Letting the 
sheet slip from her lusciously contoured body, she stretched again, closing 
her eyes and letting the bright spring sun play over her sleep-laden limbs. 

For a moment she felt like a child again, waking in her own room, fresh from 
a dewy dream. A look around, however, jolted her back to reality. 

Although it had been almost six months since she and Ralph had abandoned 
their dark East Side apartment and moved into the Life Unlimited House, she 
still found it hard to adjust to her new surroundings. 

This morning, she felt vaguely depressed, "I did have a dream," she murmured 
aloud, picking her way around the large, Victorian room through the maze of 
clothing and overflowing ashtrays, mementos of the previous night's debauch. 
"But I can't remember it. Something about Ralph and me...." 

She went into the adjoining bathroom and splashed water on her face to wake 
herself up. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she was amazed that 
she looked as fresh as she did. Not a single line or shadow betrayed the 
excesses to which she had subjected her ripe young body the night before, 
although the "session," involving Annette, Mara, Frank, a young boy named 
Koky who had only recently arrived at the House, as well as herself and 
Ralph had lasted well into the early morning hours. 

She smiled, remembering Koky's slender, hard frame pressed strongly against 
hers. He had definitely been the high point of the evening. "Really, 
Barbara," she addressed herself in the mirror, "I never thought you'd get 
around to seducing children! He couldn't be more than sixteen!" 

Slipping into a pair of brief cutoff shorts and an old shirt of Ralph's 
which she tied under her firmly swelling breasts, she padded downstairs to 
the kitchen, where she found Ralph just finishing his breakfast. 

"Morning, sweetheart," she said, leaning over him and nibbling lightly on 
his ear. 

"Hi, baby," he replied, patting her absently on her buttocks as she moved to 
a chair across the table. "I'm glad you're up. That guy Callahan is coming 
this morning." 

"Callahan? Who's he?" Barbara asked, pouring herself a glass of orange juice 
from the pitcher on the table. "Damn! The juice is warm," she said 
petulantly. "How many times do I have to tell Annette that I can't stand 
orange juice when it's not ice cold!" 

"Don't worry about it now," her husband interrupted as she was about to 
storm into the kitchen and unleash a furious tirade at Annette, who was on 
kitchen duty that week. "Callahan's the guy who's suing Rick for alienation 
of affections. I thought you might be able to ... reason with him, know what 
I mean?" 

"Ooooooh, now I remember. His wife took exception to Frank's classes didn't 
she?" 

"Exception is not the word!" Ralph replied. "He's suing for a very large 
amount of money and threatening to blow the whole operation wide open." 

"Frank really is getting to be a bore isn't he?" 

"Yeah. I think I'm going to talk to Rick about him next time he's here." 

"Well give me a rundown on Callahan, and I'll see what I can do." 

"He's a truckdriver, about twenty five, very angry, and he'll be here in an 
hour." 

Having finished her breakfast, Barbara hurried upstairs to change into 
something appropriate for dealing with outraged husbands. Finally she 
settled on a pale blue backless dress of soft jersey that clung to her 
lushly rounded body like a second skin, but somehow managed to look demure 
at the same time. She arranged her long mane of blonde hair in a crown of 
braids around her head, and decided against any makeup except the merest 
trace of pale pink lipstick. 

"God I wish I could shake this depression!" she muttered as she made her way 
back down the stairs to the main reception room. Everything seemed to make 
her blue. Even Ralph's request to deal with the outraged Mr. Callahan. 
"Outraged husbands are a bore," she thought, with unusual anger. 

"Barbara ... can we speak to you for a minute?" 

Koky's young male voice stopped her on the way down the hall. He was 
standing in the doorway of one of the classes, and inside, Barbara could see 
that Annette was hovering behind him. 

"Of course," she replied, smiling and feeling a sudden spark of desire at 
the sight of his thin adolescent face, ringed with long curly hair that made 
his dark eyes sparkle like dark jewels. Playfully she reached out and 
stroked his fuzzy cheek with her long tapering finger. "What is it?" 

"Annette and I think we want to move on," he said hesitantly. 

"What do you mean?" Barbara frowned. 

"We think we want to leave for awhile, go out on our own, and we just wanted 
to know when it would be convenient. We don't want to leave you shorthanded 
or anything." 

"Well, this is a surprise," Barbara replied sternly, "Especially from you, 
Annette. Do you think you're ready to go out into the world again?" 

"I ... think ... so ... if Koky's with me. Oh Barbara, I'll never stop being 
grateful for everything the house has done for me ... please don't think 
that, its just ... well ... Koky and I want to try to make a life of our 
own! Together!" 

A stab of pain seemed to go through Barbara's brain at the young girl's 
words, and suddenly she remembered the dream she'd been dreaming when she 
woke up. It was she and Ralph, making love passionately, ecstatically-but 
suddenly they were torn apart by grasping hands pulled away from each other, 
and she remembered calling to him and reaching out her arms as they drifted 
further and further away. 

"Very well," she said sharply, striding briskly to the window and looking 
away from them so that they couldn't see the sudden tears that rose 
uncontrollably in her eyes. "Leave whenever you want!" 

"Will ... will the end of the week be ok?" 

"Fine." Turning, she watched the happy young couple run down the hall, hand 
in hand, talking animatedly to each other. She watched until they were out 
of sight, then, forcing her head high and all signs of regret from her face, 
she continued down the hall to the reception room. 

"A truck driver ... about twenty-five," she murmured through her tears. 
"Well that's fine! Just fine! If only I could stop ... feeling ... so ... 
depressed!" 


THE END
