BSS-663  In The Stable
[aka 'Farm Girl's Delight']
(Benton Collier)


FOREWORD

 An arrogant, self-centered young husband. A protected, not yet sexually 
awakened wife. Their boring marriage teetering on the brink of complete 
estrangement. To ease her boredom, the young wife decides to take riding 
lessons from a sensually voluptuous riding instructress. 

 Thus, the stage is set for R. Van Dome's fast-paced novel which exposes the 
blatant promiscuity of one country club riding group. Like so many other 
innocents suddenly thrust into a totally alien environment, the young bride 
in this case inevitably becomes prey to the jaded men and women of the 
notorious Valentine Club. Her inherent innocence and belief about her own 
basic morality is destroyed in one passion-filled hour when she succumbs 
first to her beautiful riding instructress and then, moments later, to the 
savage masculinity of the Valentine Club's owner. 

 We feel it has been years since a more refreshing first novel has appeared 
on the publishing scene; it fairly crackles with authenticity, and its 
characters-for all their faults-are believable and human. It will be a long 
time before readers forget the character of Sam, the crippled ex-jockey who 
knows more about taming wild horses and wild women than any man three times 
his size. And there's Chuck, whose brand on a woman is the equivalent to a 
Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval so far as sexuality is concerned. 

 Farm Girl's Delight begins in the staid, politely intelligent conversation 
circles of a university campus and then moves to the no-holds-barred field 
of the riding arena where the smell of sweating horse flesh and the feel of 
a saddle between the legs quickly brings to the fore all the hidden feelings 
in hot-blooded women. 

 We feel that most mature readers will enjoy the fine writing in Mr. Van 
Dome's novel. Because of its realistic dialogue and explicit narration, 
however, we cannot recommend it to the timid or the easily offended. -The 
Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

The little iron bed was very much on Brenda Holden's mind as she stood at 
the paddock rail, barking instructions to the attractive young brunette who 
was riding poor old Denny slowly around and around inside the ring. 

"Heels down!" she repeated for the umpteenth time. "Back straight. Keep the 
elbows in... just try to relax, Mrs. Bullock." 

The other woman nodded and attempted a smile without much success. She sat 
on the worn out old horse as if he were a load of dynamite, ready to explode 
any minute. 

Brenda caught herself wondering what Chuck would think of her newest pupil. 
This was a habit she had fallen into ever since she had met Chuck at a horse 
show two months before and found herself in bed with him that very same 
night. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. He had swept her 
off her feet and three days later she was saying goodbye to her family and 
friends and boarding a plane to come and work for him here at the Valentine 
Club. 

He was such an overpowering man... sometimes Brenda had the impression he 
must have slept with the wives of all the Valentine Club members at one time 
or another, the way they carried on around him. Especially, that snooty 
red-headed, green-eyed bitch, Helene Greenbau, who acted as though she owned 
Chuck sometimes, even though she was the wife of his best friend. 

Not that Tex Greenbau would care much what Helene did, Brenda surmised. He 
was always riding off into the woods with pretty young girls half his age, 
and she knew there were lots of cabins hidden away out there, equipped with 
all modern conveniences for the Club members' use. Tex had even asked her to 
go riding with him several times, but she had always politely refused, 
making it quite clear that she was Chuck Anderson's girl and wasn't 
interested in playing around. 

It hadn't taken her long to realize that there was an awful lot of sexual 
promiscuity going on around the Club... wife-swapping and things like 
that... maybe even orgies. There was something called the Spring Hunt... of 
course, she'd only overheard a few snatches of conversation, but it seemed 
that instead of chasing a real fox with hounds and everything the way they 
used to, nowadays they just chose the wife of one of the members, gave her a 
horse and a half hour headstart and whoever caught her could strip her naked 
and do whatever he wanted to her, even invite his friends to ravish her at 
the same time. 

Brenda gathered that sooner or later everybody got into the act and it 
sounded pretty messy, to say the least... well, she reasoned, the Club 
members were all free and over twenty-one and if they and their wives wanted 
to carry on adulterously like that, it certainly was none of her business. 
Her job was to teach riding and supervise the running of the stables while 
Chuck was off on his frequent horse buying trips. He'd been gone so long 
this time... already over two weeks and he'd promised it wouldn't be more 
than ten days at the most. 

She felt a sudden sharp twinge of jealousy as the thought crossed her mind 
that at the very minute, when every bone in her body was aching for him, he 
might be making it with some little tramp in a motel room somewhere. He 
probably was, damn him... ! But she wasn't going to let herself think about 
things like that. Resolutely she chased the troubling thought away and tried 
to concentrate on her pupil. 

"Advance the hands a little, Mrs. Bullock. That's right." After a closer 
look at the young brunette Brenda decided she wasn't Chuck's type at all. 
Her body was certainly nicely enough shaped but there was something too prim 
and prudishly proud about her finely chiseled facial features... and the way 
she tried to hide her glossy raven-black hair in that tight little bun on 
the back of her head was downright puritanical. Chuck liked his women eager 
and lusty. 

So, with a toss of her own long golden-blonde hair which fell freely in a 
shimmering halo around her shoulders, Brenda dismissed her pupil as a 
possible rival and let her attention drift out beyond the ring, across the 
lush green, white-fenced pastures where sleek horses were grazing near the 
hazy distant woods. There, against the deeper green of the trees, flowering 
dogwood flamed incandescent in the late slanting sun. 

And it was all Chuck's, she thought proudly, all the land as far as the eye 
could see... and the horses, the clubhouse and long row of stalls behind 
her... all his now. It seemed almost impossible that he had once worked here 
as a humble stable boy. 

As if by a magnet, her mind was again drawn back to the little iron bed 
which stood in a tiny cubicle off the harness room. That's where Chuck had 
slept as a boy and that's where she knew they would start their love-making 
when he returned. It was like a special private ritual they had together and 
oh God, she loved it so much! 

Brenda's full sensual mouth filled suddenly with saliva and she could almost 
taste the pungent maleness of Chuck's hardness locked tightly between her 
lips. He had told her how he had been seduced there when he was a boy only 
fifteen years old by a lady whose horses he took care of. Mrs. Verdos her 
name was, and she must have been at least forty, Chuck thought, but very 
rich and elegant. One night when there was a dance at the clubhouse she 
sneaked down to the harness room with two mint juleps made with bourbon 
whiskey, woke him up out of a deep sleep and made him drink one. It was the 
first time he'd ever had anything strong to drink... Then before he knew it 
she slipped her hand under the sheet and started playing with his tender 
young penis, stroking the foreskin up and down, pricking and teasing him 
hungrily with her fingernail tips... they were painted blood red, Chuck 
remembered... squeezing his balls and taunting him until he thought he'd go 
nuts... and all the while she was taking little sips of her mint julep and 
staring at him with these hazy, desire-filled eyes... Chuck, she had 
whispered, I know that to you I'm an older woman but tonight I'm going to 
make you a present you'll never forget. No matter how many other women do it 
to you, you'll never forget the first time. You'll never forget ME! Then she 
pulled away the sheet and ovaling her lipstick rimmed mouth wide, sank its 
softness slowly and teasingly down over his youthfully aching cock, feasting 
on the virginal boyish flesh and giving little moans of pleasure as she 
sucked softly and hungrily below... 

Brenda pressed her thighs and vaginal lips together to try to cut off the 
delicious tingling sensation that started spreading up beneath the silken 
crotch band of her panties every time she thought about that story. I'll 
make you forget that bitch, she had said when Chuck told her about Mrs. 
Verdos on the plane... And she had insisted that that was the first place 
they go when they reached the Club, to the harness room and the little 
bed... So now it was like a ritual. Each time Chuck came back from a trip 
they started making love there, acting out the same oral seduction scene he 
had been subjected to as a boy... God, she had thought about it so much in 
the last two weeks, adding juicy little details here and tantalizing changes 
there until it was like an erotic movie going on in her head. Even while she 
was telling her pupil, Mrs. Bullock, mechanically to sit up straight on old 
Denny and keep her heels down, she could watch her own trembling hand slip 
under the sheet to caress Chuck's huge, excitedly throbbing cock... 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the diminutive Sam Crothers down at the 
far end of the stables pick up the handles of a wheelbarrow full of steaming 
manure and start trundling it in her direction, hobbling along grotesquely 
on his crippled little legs. Brenda supposed she ought to feel sorry for the 
poor runt-he was hardly any bigger than a dwarf - but he was so obnoxious 
she just couldn't. There was something obscene and suggestive in the way he 
was always leering at her that really made her skin crawl. 

Brenda knew her fresh young body was excitingly proportioned, right from her 
full firm high-thrusting breasts down to her slender ankles and while 
working she always wore stylish black worsted riding habits which contrasted 
strikingly with the silky gold of her hair and set off her figure really 
well. She had them tailor-made... the jackets nipped in sharply at her 
waist, emphasizing its amazing tininess, then flaring out enticingly over 
the faultlessly jutting curve of her hips which slimmed gracefully down into 
well-rounded thighs. When she walked along with her lithe easy stride or 
hooked one boot over the lower rail of the paddock fence, she was well aware 
that the tight fit of the seat of her jodhpurs revealed just enough of her 
shapely buttocks to set the most jaded imagination on fire. 

So naturally she was conscious of the effect she had on men and accepted 
their admiring glances as her proper due. The other two grooms, Andy Valdez 
and Ron Fuller... they were always perfectly polite and respectful to her 
but she could tell by the way they looked at her how much they would like to 
take her to bed and she didn't mind that at all. It was just that this 
little creep Sam Crothers was so repulsive. He might have been a great 
jockey before his automobile accident, as Chuck was always telling her, but 
at the present time he was nothing but a drunken dirty little old man who 
instead of going directly to the manure pile was making a long detour to 
come over and make life miserable for her. 

Sure enough, he plunked the wheelbarrow down about a half inch from her foot 
and pulled a pint bottle out of the hip pocket of his overalls that hadn't 
been washed in at least a hundred years... 

"Have a snort, Brenda," the little man offered, holding out the bottle to 
her with one filthy, enormous hand. "This ain't no store-bought whiskey, 
kiddo. This here's pure mountain dew. Go on... do you good," he insisted in 
his hoarse creaking voice. 

"Put that bottle away, Sam!" she commanded furiously, her blue eyes blazing. 
The idea that the refined-looking Mrs. Bullock might think she was in the 
habit of drinking out of the same bottle with this horrible little creature 
really mortified her. "And take that manure to the dump where it belongs!" 

"Hosresheeeeiiittt... Sweetest smell in the world... 'cept one," Sam 
insinuated knowingly. He took a long swig from his bottle, drew the back of 
his out-sized hand across his stubbly chin and grinned up at her obscenely 
with his yellow snaggle-teeth. God, what a mess he was! 

"And you'd better finish cleaning out those stalls in a hurry," she 
admonished him. "Chuck might come back today." 

"You hope, kiddo," Sam drooled at her, letting his hand drop and brush 
suggestively against his fly. "That tight little pussy you keep locked up 
inside them hot little panties of yours must be suckin' pretty hard by now, 
huh?" 

"That's the last straw, Sam!" Brenda hissed wrathfully. "I'm gonna tell 
Chuck what you said! Now get the hell away from here!" 

When he didn't budge, she raised her riding crop threateningly... she was so 
damn mad, she was really going to let him have it... right across his evil 
smirking mug. 

He must have finally got the message because he picked up the handles of the 
wheelbarrow and trudged away, muttering something in his croaking voice that 
sounded like... "stuck-up cunt.. 

Fortunately, Brenda realized, Mrs. Bullock was too busy keeping old Denny 
moving around the circle to have noticed this little scene. She knew she 
shouldn't have lost her temper that way but it was Chuck's fault for having 
stayed away so long. With a forlorn sigh she drifted back into her private 
erotic movie, watching fascinatedly as her hand pulled back the sheet... and 
that beautiful thick hard cock of Chuck's sprang into view... with a tiny 
drop of semen already seeping out and glistening in the tiny cock-mouth at 
the end... and she... God, if Chuck didn't hurry back she was gonna go crazy 
between her legs! 

* * * 

Unknown to Brenda, Chuck Anderson had already returned and for some time had 
been looking down upon the little scene below from the broad picture window 
of his spacious bedroom on the top floor of the clubhouse. He was a burly, 
brown-haired, broad-shouldered man in his mid-forties, and even the elegant 
cut of his expensively-tailored suit of fine English tweed could not conceal 
the fact that he was built like a slab hewn from granite, without an ounce 
of excess fat on his body. In spite of many long nights spent under the 
glaring lights of smoke-filled gambling rooms, his craggy and slightly 
battered face retained the healthy sun-creased tan of a rugged out-door 
sportsman. There was now just the trace of a tigerish grin on his usually 
expressionless face as he surveyed the domain where he had once slaved as a 
common stable boy. He had really taken the bastards, he was thinking. By 
God, he had really taken the sonabitches good! 

He strolled to the little bar in the corner of the luxuriously furnished 
room and poured himself a shot of bourbon neatly. "Here's to the secret of 
my success," he said aloud in a harsh sardonic voice. "To horses, cards and 
women!" 

He raised the glass to the king-size bed across the room, where many a 
once-proud ass had waved in the air, awaiting his pleasure, and tossed the 
shot off. Then he poured another, this time savouring the mellowness of the 
whiskey on his tongue... And to Mrs. Verdos! he added mentally to his toast, 
glancing back down through the window at the slender blonde girl who would 
soon be hunched down between his legs, her mouth hungrily ovalled wide and 
eagerly taking care of his bodily needs... Brenda knew how he liked it, slow 
and easy at first... what a way to pass the end of a warm spring day, Chuck 
mused. Thank you Mrs. Verdos, ma'am! The old bag had been right in spite of 
herself... He'd never forgotten her or the little lesson he'd learned that 
night... which was just that there comes a turning point in every man's life 
when he has to make up his mind once and for all whether he's going to screw 
or be screwed. 

It was that simple. And for him the turning point was with Mrs. Verdos on 
that hot sticky summer night so long ago. If he'd just lain there, poor dumb 
kid that he was, and let that snotty dame use his young body for her own 
selfish pleasure, taking her own good time with him until she'd had enough, 
he'd probably be a two-bit riding instructor in the sticks somewhere, with a 
bitchy wife who decided if and when he could have a little piece of tail. 
Instead, he was the owner of a million-dollar spread and he could pretty 
much choose from all the snooty society dames who he wanted to fuck and how 
he wanted to fuck them. 

Because it had begun wrong when that arrogant lynx-eyed old bitch had 
dragged him out of a deep sleep, poured booze down his throat and started to 
do whatever she wanted with him. When she'd teased him enough for her 
personal satisfaction, licking and nipping up and down his aching young cock 
until he thought he'd go nuts, finally taking him between her soft, saliva 
slickened lips... she'd only slid them tantalizingly down to the rim of his 
torturously swollen cock-head which by that time was ready to go off in her 
mouth like a bomb... as if it wasn't lady-like to more than nibble. Shit! 
Every time he strained upward to try to shaft a little more of his hard 
young prick up into that genteel mouth, she'd pushed him back with a slight 
pressure on his sweaty hips and he knew it was an order, like her saying, 
'Saddle up Brandy for me, Chuck'. She just assumed he would obey because she 
sure as hell knew he was strong enough to roll her over and fuck her 
senseless if he wanted to. 

She'd gone on licking wetly and half-sucking him off and he'd gone on 
getting closer and closer to cumming and madder and madder... sure she was 
sucking him off but what was he supposed to do when she finished, salute and 
say thank you, Ma'am... ? 

That was when it came, the turning point, not only of the moment but of his 
whole life. 

At the last possible instant before losing control he'd reached down by 
blind animal instinct and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her 
still-sucking mouth brutally off his almost bursting young cock, and flipped 
her violently over on her back. Squatting astride her with his steel-muscled 
buttocks grinding down on her breasts through the outrageously expensive 
cloth of her blouse, he glared into her frightened eyes until she opened her 
mouth to cry out for help... Half-crazy with rage and newborn lust he lunged 
forward and started fucking his vengeful cock deeper and deeper into her 
wide-stretched mouth. She squirmed frantically under his ruthless pounding 
and made such mewling pathetic pleading noises he thought he really must be 
killing her but by that time he was so fucking close to the ball-breaking 
edge of cumming they could have slipped the noose around his neck right then 
and there and he wouldn't have stopped fucking into her teasing little 
throat. 

Just as he felt the first exploding surge of sperm start deep down in his 
churning balls, she gave one last groan of surrender and her hands leaped up 
to convulsively cup behind his buttocks, pulling him deeper and deeper into 
her welcoming throat until her little white teeth were grazing all the way 
down to the pubic hairs at the base of his rampaging cock. Each time he 
thrust down into the soft wet-velvety depths of her mouth his balls smacked 
heavily against her delicately-formed chin and each time he drew back he 
could see the insides of her now slavishly sucking lips peeling grotesquely 
out along the saliva-slick length of his cock until with a final 
earth-shuddering lunge he shot his first hotly scalding load of cum into a 
woman... and what an explosion! Christ, he thought he'd never cum again. 

Yeah, Chuck chuckled dryly to himself, Mrs. Verdos was right when she said 
he'd never forget. She was just wrong about exactly what he remembered... 
like the way her sucked-in cheeks had suddenly ballooned out full when the 
first hot spurts of his dumb-kid cum had pumped into her mouth and the 
amazed grateful look in her shiny eyes when his thick hard young cock kept 
on spouting and spouting boiling jets of creamy white sperm deep into her 
greedily gulping throat until it overflowed and trickled out the corners of 
her mouth down onto the naked flesh of her neck... and the way she'd lain 
there moaning like a crazy woman, sucking and licking away at his rapidly 
softening balls. 

After that, well... he'd shoveled a hell of a lot less manure. Mrs. Verdos 
had taken to riding almost every day out along the bridle paths deep into 
the woods, always insisting that Chuck go along with her... and then there'd 
been others, younger and prettier. Brenda Holden was the latest in a long 
line of sweet young things who'd done their best to make him forget the 
sex-starved older woman who had taken such unfair advantage of the poor 
innocent stable boy and. Chuck had to admit, Brenda was pretty good at 
sucking cock. Maybe she wasn't too bright but she had a real feel for 
horses, which in his book counted for more than brains, and she did a good 
job of running the stables while he was away. The only trouble with her was 
she wouldn't fuck anybody but him... and he'd as good as given his word to 
several of the Club members, in particular his old friend Tex Greenbau, that 
she would be the Fox in the Spring Hunt, which was only two weeks away now. 
Christ! she'd been so hot in bed that first night he'd met her, he figured 
she'd be a natural for the Club's annual spring festivities but uh-uh... it 
turned out she had this down-home idea about being faithful to her man... 
and she'd decided that he, Chuck Anderson, was her man. 

He was going to have to set the little bitch straight on that point pretty 
damn fast, Chuck reflected, watching as Sam pushed his wheelbarrow up to her 
and offered her a drink from his bottle. He grinned when he saw her blush so 
red... but his grin turned to a scowl when she raised her riding crop and 
threatened Sam with it. Shit! There was no goddamned excuse for that, no 
matter what the horny little bastard had said. Sam was a buddy from the old 
days when he was a nothing and Brenda knew it. Yeah... he'd been too easy on 
her because he liked the way she handled a horse and she was getting too big 
for her breeches. It was time to tone her down a little. Gazing thoughtfully 
after Sam's misshapen figure as the little man trudged away, Chuck reached 
for the phone and dialed the Greenbau's number. 

"Old stone face, you're back!" Helene Greenbau purred sarcastically when she 
heard his voice. "Now all the girls at the Club can breathe free and easy 
again." 

"Yeah... I was wondering if you could come over tonight," Chuck said, 
ignoring her little gibe. 

"You mean just fuck and adios or all night?" Helene inquired in her low 
sultry voice. 

"All night." Chuck grinned into the phone. The line hummed and in his mind's 
eye he could picture her clearly, probably stretched put somewhere, twisting 
a strand of that crazy flame-colored hair of hers around one finger the way 
she always did when she was considering the pros and cons of a proposition, 
whether it was buying a farm, choosing who was to be the next governor of 
state or just a quick roll in the hay. 

"What about Goldilocks?" she wanted to know finally. "I thought it was 
always Mrs. Verdos's time in the harness room with her when you came back 
from a trip." 

"Brenda's gonna be tied up tonight," Chuck told her. "I thought maybe you 
could pinch-hit for old times' sake.' Briefly he filled Helene in on the 
little surprise he had planned for Brenda and she agreed to come over to the 
Club after a meeting she had to go to with Tex. 

"I never believed that story about you and Mrs. Verdos, you dumb hick," she 
said as she rang off. "But I can still Mrs. Verdos you right out of your 
dumb-hick mind." 

"Are you all right?" 

A sharp alarmed voice jolted Brenda abruptly out of her erotic daydream of 
Chuck and the stable and back to reality. She found herself leaning weakly 
against the paddock rail, clutching a post tightly with both of her hands 
and gasping for breath. 

"I thought you were going to faint," the anxious voice continued. "You ought 
to lie down." 

Brenda looked up and saw that old Denny had stopped right in front of her 
and that Mrs. Bullock was looking down at her with an expression of worried 
concern on her pale refined face. . 

"Oh! No... I-I'm all right now," Brenda stammered, wracking her still 
passion-blurred brain for something to say. Jesus, had her imagination ever 
run away with her that time! It had been so real. Her hands were all hot and 
sticky as if she'd really been haunched down over Chuck, stroking the loose 
skin slowly up and down the thick rock-hard shaft of his cock, and in her 
mind she'd heard him groan and say, suck it, Brenda, go on, suck it... 

With an effort she pulled herself together. "I just had sort of a... a hot 
flash," she explained to Mrs. Bullock lamely. 

"Oh, I understand," the other young woman sympathized. "I get them too. We'd 
better stop the lesson." 

"Oh no, honestly, Mrs. Bullock, it's all right now," Brenda insisted. The 
sincere warmth and concern in her pupil's voice touched Brenda's heart and 
all of a sudden she found herself liking this strange raven-haired, 
gray-eyed girl, who was truly beautiful but seemed so unsure of herself and 
handled her body so timidly. Brenda looked up and smiled gratefully at her. 

Returning the smile, Mrs. Bullock said, "God, I thought you were going to 
fall down and I couldn't have gotten off this dumb horse fast enough to help 
you... please just call me Faye," she added shyly. "If it isn't too 
informal... I mean, I know there's a lot of etiquette involved in riding 
schools." 

"Okay, Faye. I'm Brenda," Brenda replied warmly. "There is one rule though. 
You're supposed to wear a riding habit. Mr. Anderson, the owner of the Club, 
is very strict about that." 

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Faye exclaimed in dismay. "I didn't know if I could really 
learn to ride and it seemed silly to spend a lot of money... do you think I 
can?" she added anxiously. "Learn to ride?" 

"Well, not if we stand here gabbing all day," Brenda grinned up at her 
broadly. "Let's try a little trotting now." 

Faye kicked ineffectually at Denny's sides with her tennis shoes but he 
wouldn't budge. Brenda realized that beneath his belly his old hose of a 
thing was dangling halfway to the ground and at the same time became aware 
of a warm, wet moistness seeping from the soft, panty-clad furrow between 
her own legs. That erotic fantasy she'd indulged in had released her pent-up 
vaginal juices and the fool horse had scented them and become aroused as if 
she was a mare in heat or something. Abruptly, all the frustration she had 
been feeling because Chuck had been gone so long was transferred to the 
horse, and she whacked him hard on the rump with her riding crop. The poor 
old thing lurched off with Faye Bullock hanging on for dear life. 

"I believe that horse senses something sexy," Chuck's deep amused voice said 
right behind her. 

"Oh Chuck!" Brenda jumped in surprise and whirled around. "You bastard! What 
took you so long?" Without waiting for an answer she strained against him, 
thrusting her pink hungry tongue as deep into his unresponsive mouth as she 
could, swirling it around passionately. Even through all their clothes she 
could feel the thickness of his huge cock lying limp against his slackened 
balls and the spell of her recent sex fantasy was still so strong on her 
that just the idea of his beautiful prick being there so close was driving 
her crazy. She arched up on her toes longingly and ground her yearning 
pelvic mound feverishly against the fleshy bulge under his trousers, angry 
that he was so calm while she was so excited. 

Chuck held her tightly against him but his tawny eyes were following the 
progress of the cute little brunette's voluptuous young ass as it undulated 
lewdly with old Denny's ambling gait, stretching the taut cloth of her jeans 
almost to the breaking point. There was also a nice pair of tits bouncing up 
and down under that flimsy shirt, big luscious well-rounded ones he was 
willing to bet, and from the childishly innocent look on her pale face he 
reckoned they hadn't been sucked as much as they deserved. 

He got a better look at her face as she jogged past him along the rail, 
frowning in concentration as she tried to catch the horse's rhythm. Not 
exactly his type, he judged. She looked like a prissy little fancy-pants but 
goddamnit there had to be something... something cooped up in a body like 
that, bursting to get out. 

She couldn't ride worth a damn either, he saw, because obviously she was 
afraid of the horse. And women who were afraid of horses were most likely to 
be afraid of men too. On the other hand, if they could be taught to ride, 
they could be taught to fuck. 

Or vice versa. 

It was the kind of problem he had solved many times in the past with great 
success and personal satisfaction. These were the thoughts going through his 
mind when he saw her turn quickly in the saddle and look back. Her wide 
startled eyes met his, her pale cheeks crimsoned brightly and she jerked her 
head around angrily as she realized he was studying her body. 

Well, well. Chuck felt a sudden dull throb in his alerted cock which he knew 
was more in response to that secret exchange of glances than to the pressure 
of Brenda's cock-starved little pussy. 

"Who's that on Denny?" he asked casually. 

"Her name's Faye Bullock, dammit, Chuck honey. I was just thinking about you 
before you came. I want to suck you so hard I'm going crazy. I want to suck 
your cock and suck it... all night long." She jammed her hand into his pants 
pocket and expertly fished up the heavy bulbous head of his still-limp penis 
where she could massage it under the cover of his jacket. 

"Not Professor Bullock's wife? From out at State?" he asked, pretending to 
ignore her skillful handling of his cock which nevertheless was beginning to 
twitch and swell as the old familiar pressure started to build up in his 
balls. They'd make a right pretty picture in bed together, he was thinking, 
with Brenda so blonde and this other broad with her coal black hair. He sure 
wouldn't mind watching them suck each other's hot little cunts for a while 
before he double-fucked the two young bitches within an inch of their lives. 

Christ! He winced as Brenda in her impatience rammed her sharp red nails 
right through the thin cloth of his pocket and grabbed the soft hairy sac of 
his balls with her bare hand. 

"You could'a saved yourself some sewing by just unzipping my fly," he 
commented dryly. 

"Little Faye's gonna see what you're doing anyway." 

"Little Faye!" Brenda snorted sarcastically. "Jesus, Chuck, she's got 
another whole half hour to go. I just can't stand it!" 

"Well, maybe I can... uh... ex-pee-dite the lesson," Chuck drawled 
exaggeratedly, a faint ironic smile twisting his lips. "Why don't you fix us 
up a couple of Mrs. Verdos' juleps while I take over." 

"Be my guest!" Brenda laughed roguishly, withdrawing her hand from his 
pocket and giving him her riding crop just as old Denny turned the corner 
and plodded slowly toward them. 

* * * 

All this time Faye Bullock had been riding around and around in a dazed 
state of semi-shock. First, there'd been the way her teacher, Brenda Holden, 
had thrown herself at that awful hulking brute of a man who looked like some 
kind of gangster or worse. He had such a hard, unfeeling mouth, she just 
knew he was evil, and how a sweet, clean-cut, beautiful girl like Brenda 
could kiss a mouth like that, Faye couldn't even begin to understand. But 
she hadn't only kissed him. She'd let him press her up against him in that 
disgusting manner. Then there'd been the revolting way he'd stared at her 
all the time he was kissing the girl, as if he knew something about her she 
didn't know herself. And when she turned to look back-she was so furious 
with herself for doing that she could cry. When she'd looked over her 
shoulder, he'd winked at her, she was almost sure of that, anyway, he'd done 
something with his eyes, made some kind of sign... she yanked nervously on 
the reins as her horse whinnied and suddenly began to prance along like a 
completely new animal. 

"Relax, Faye," she heard a deep voice say. "Just lay your hands on .the 
pommel of the saddle and let the reins slack. Whoa, Denny!" 

The obedient horse stopped immediately and Faye looked up to see the horrid 
man striding toward her, glaring up at her savagely as if he wanted to beat 
her with the riding crop he was swatting angrily against his pants-leg. 

"I'm Chuck Anderson, the owner of this Club," he said, scowling at her 
grimly. "Now before we continue this lesson, there are three things I want 
to say to you. One, that horse ain't going to eat you up. Two, for the last 
ten minutes you ain't been riding that horse... he's been riding you. And 
three, the clothes you're wearing are an insult to that horse. Now get your 
feet out of those stirrups!" 

Faye was so shocked by the horrible way he snarled at her, all she could 
manage was to stammer out weakly, "Why?" 

"So you can feel the saddle and the horse under it with your crotch and 
react rhythmically to him," he replied crudely. 

Faye couldn't believe her ears. Nobody had ever spoken to her in such an 
uncouth, insulting manner before, never in her whole life. 

"I don't want to ride any more! I'm getting down!" she cried angrily. She 
tried to swing her leg up over the saddle and scramble down off the other 
side of the horse but his hand streaked out like a striking snake and 
grabbed her slender ankle in an iron grip just above her tennis shoe. The 
contact of his hard calloused fingers with her bare tender skin was like an 
electric shock, shooting volts of weird unnatural energy up her leg and out 
through her whole body which was already half-paralyzed with fright. She was 
helplessly pinioned up there on top of the horse and there was absolutely 
nothing she could do about it. Nobody - no man had ever handled her so 
roughly and coarsely, like this, and it was all she could do to keep from 
bursting into tears. 

"Out with the feet!" he ordered her harshly again. "By God, I'm ready to 
stay here all night to teach you how to do it!" 

This time she obeyed meekly, anything to get away from the pressure of those 
terrible vise-like fingers, and he started slapping the horse's neck 
affectionately, scratching his ears and chuckling, "How's old Denny, how's 
the old boy? Still some life left up there, hunh? Old sonovagun." 

Faye was amazed to hear how gentle - why, almost tender - his voice had 
suddenly become and Denny obviously loved him. He nickered softly as if in 
reply, rubbing his head up and down against his master's jacket and 
thrusting and nudging with his nose. Chuck took two pieces of sugar from his 
pocket and let the big bay horse nuzzle them from the palm of his hand. 

"Faye, this was some horse in his day," he said, still in the same gentle 
tones. "So when you come back out here... " he paused and his voice cracked 
out like a whip, "Wear something that don't put his old age to shame!" 

"Y-y-yessir!" Faye stammered submissively. 

Leaning against the outdoor bar at the near end of the row of stalls, Brenda 
had been watching this scene amusedly, while sipping her mint julep. When 
she heard Faye Bullock, who was obviously of an excellent family and 
probably used to being waited on hand and foot by a houseful of servants, 
call Chuck 'Sir,' she had to shake her head admiringly. She had never seen 
it to fail. Once Chuck stepped into the ring he was boss; he was the Riding 
Master! 

"Okay," Chuck said brusquely. "Let's go. Hup!" 

And so off they went, around and around as the sun sank rapidly below the 
distant wooded hills and the twilight deepened in the riding ring, until 
Faye forget who she was, where she was, what she was doing, responding 
automatically to Chuck's relentless lashing orders that seemed to direct and 
control the slightest movement she made. She was no longer a person, just an 
extension of the horse, and gradually her fear-tightened buttocks relaxed 
and through the worn cloth of her blue jeans she could feel the smooth hard 
leather of the saddle sliding against the slightly spread lips of her vagina 
and the friction of her tiny bud-like clitoris against the front of the 
saddle, particularly when they cantered. A warm dizzy hypnotic glow spread 
through her sensually-awakening body, and she felt like she could go on 
forever. After ten minutes, she was so deep in this dreamy trance-like state 
that she didn't even realize Chuck had used insulting language to her again 
when he barked, "Back straight! I'd like to see a little tit out there!" She 
merely straightened her back, thrust out her breasts and rode on. 

"Okay. That's enough for today," Chuck said a long time later. "Show Faye 
the proper way to dismount." He flipped the riding crop to Brenda and strode 
off through the darkening dusk toward the harness room. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Holding two tall frosted silver cups of mint julep in her trembling hands, 
Brenda was standing next to the little bed, torn between two overpowering 
and directly opposite urges. One was to sink down and lovingly caress the 
sleeping "boy"... The other was to hurl the contents of both cups right into 
his goddamned face as hard as she could! Because the bastard was really 
sound asleep... and to her way of thinking that was pushing the act a little 
bit too far. Damnit! The burning ache that had been building up in her 
hungrily throbbing cunt, in her whole insides for godsake, ever since he'd 
come back... Jesus, ever since he'd gone away... was more than she could 
stand! She took a long swig out of one cup, then to hell with it, out of the 
other one, and to hell with Mrs. Verdos too. 

The bastard had been cheating on her, that's all there was to it. He hadn't 
responded to her kisses. He'd said he was gonna hurry up Faye Bullock's 
lesson and then he'd deliberately dragged it out as long as he could, 
obviously enjoying every minute of his power over the poor girl... Brenda 
gulped the rest of one julep and tossed the heavy cup over her shoulder. It 
bounced noisily on the floor and clanged against a wall. Chuck twitched 
slightly but didn't wake up. His battered face looked young in his sleep, 
younger and more innocent, damn him! As the light faded she could easily 
imagine how he must have looked as a boy, before the heavy nose had been 
smashed off center and the blunt jaw ripped open. In some barroom brawl, she 
supposed. He'd never told her... His whole body was covered with scars. She 
felt a wave of tenderness enveloping her... 

No! He was a ruthless unscrupulous bastard who was using her the way he used 
everybody else. She did a good job of running the Club while he was away 
screwing around and when he came back, there she was waiting for him, his 
private whore. She drained the second cup, revelling in the harsh cleansing 
sensation of facing the bitter truth at last. She'd heard about those famous 
poker games... the men he'd ruined... at least one suicide made to look like 
an accident so the destitute family could collect the insurance money. The 
best thing for her to do was pack her bag and get the hell out of his life. 
He'd defiled her... dragged her through the mud... debased her. She'd never 
sucked anybody's cock before she met him. Oh sure, she was no prude, she 
knew anything and everything was fine and wonderful between two people who 
loved each other... but he didn't love her! 

All the liquor she had drunk so fast suddenly hit her with a jolt, and she 
had to sit down on the edge of the bed, grabbing her spinning head with both 
hands. Gradually out of the alcoholic fog clouding her mind came a better 
idea. She'd leave him all right, but first she'd get even. She'd give the 
son of a bitch the time of his life, right up the very last second, then 
she'd get up and walk away, leaving him there begging her to suck it. Well, 
Brenda thought grimly, this time he'd have to finish it himself. Jerk off 
the way he did before Mrs. Verdos came along, and she was ready to bet her 
boots he'd made up that whole story just to get her to do his bidding. Of 
course he had! 

With a sudden sense of power Brenda quickly stripped off her clothes and 
climbed nakedly into bed beside him, pushing his inert weight with all her 
might to make room for herself. 

Chuck muttered something and automatically shifted his massive frame without 
waking up. Brenda snapped on the overhead light and stared down suspiciously 
at his sleeping face. His bushy eyebrows were furrowed in a frown as if he 
was concentrating on something and his lips moved but no sound came out. 
Leaving the light on, she stretched out beside him, so that the resilient 
mounds of her large full breasts pressed against his hairy chest. She could 
feel the limp thickness of his dormant cock angled across the soft flesh of 
her lower thigh. The familiar contact automatically released a flow of 
anticipatory sensual delight coursing through her body, stiffening her 
nipples in their pinkish coronas, relaxing her cuntal muscles as the 
lubricating juices deep in her vagina began their downward progress toward 
her already moistly swollen pussy lips. God, he has me well-trained, she 
thought, like one of that Russian guy's dogs, salivating at the sound of a 
bell. Well, she couldn't control her instinctive bodily functions, but she 
could and did blot out any feeling of pleasure from her mind, deriving a 
kind of masochistic satisfaction from the fact that she was able to do so. 

Looking down at his beat-up face with cool detachment, she wormed her hand 
down to the base of his penis and lifted its flaccid length up so that the 
warm bulbous head was pressing against her belly. Then she gently pulled 
down the heavy foreskin, and with the pad of her middle finger began to 
massage the sensitive underside of the glans, moistening it from time to 
time with her own warmly seeping pussy juices and studying his face for any 
sign that he was waking up. She couldn't really hate him, she realized, but 
at last she could see him for what he was... an arrogant, cynical, selfish 
bastard; and it was about time he got a little of what he'd been dishing 
out. With a kind of remote clinical interest she felt his thick cock 
lengthening and swelling as it throbbed to erection feeling like a red-hot 
branding iron against the taut white flesh of her belly. She quickly erased 
that image from her mind with the contemptuous thought that he had no 
control over his unconscious bodily reactions than she did over hers. "And," 
she told herself as his eyelids flickered, "if he calls me Mrs. Verdos, I'll 
scratch his eyes out." 

"Hi, baby." Chuck grinned and stretched drowsily, then his brawny arm 
circled her naked shoulders and pulled her mouth against his moistly parted 
lips in a long kiss. "Christ, it's good to get home." 

His dark-ringed, tawny, catlike eyes searched her blue ones for a moment, 
then he grinned again boyishly, "I guess you're mad at me, huh?" 

"Oh no," she replied, trying to keep her voice neutral and not show how 
infuriated that boyish act made her. "Why should I be?" 

"Well, I could've phoned you I'd be a few days late," he said 
apologetically. "But, honey, I didn't dare leave the game long enough to put 
through a call, and that's the god's honest truth. I hardly took a pee for 
two days. Never had such a bad run of cards in my whole life. But I made out 
all right in the end." 

I'll bet you did, Brenda thought bitterly. Afraid that he would read in her 
eyes that she didn't believe him, she buried her face against his sinewy 
neck, intensely aware of his healthy male odor in spite of herself, and 
resumed her soft ministrations of his thick burgeoning cock. 

"Hold it, baby," he said, gently removing her hand. "Who's ahead of who?" He 
swung lightly over her to the floor and walked to the little chest of 
drawers which had once held all his worldly possessions. Watching the feline 
way he moved, like some great jungle animal, Brenda's heart sank. He was 
such a powerful man, she thought, watching the way his bulging shoulder 
muscles flexed as he flipped the drawers in and out, looking for something. 
How had she ever been naive enough to think she could tame him? As he bent 
over, she could see his heavy balls swinging freely between his 
muscle-corded thighs, and for a moment all her resolutions deserted her. All 
in the world she wanted to do was cup that soft leathery sac in her two 
hands and... 

"Pure mountain dew," Chuck chuckled, turning around with a half-full pint 
bottle in his hand. "I knew Sam was bound to have some stashed around here 
somewhere." He tilted his head back and took a long swig, his fully erect 
penis jutting out from the dense growth of his pubic hairs like a blunt 
spear swiveling this way and that in search of a target. 

At the mention of Sam's name, Brenda's determination returned to her 
immediately, and she was again sure she could control the situation. After 
all, between that little creep, and Chuck, what really was the difference... 
aside from a hundred pounds or so? All either of them honestly cared about 
was horses. 

"Here's to Miz Verdos, God rest her soul in peace," Chuck toasted teasingly. 
He drained the pint, tossed it into the corner next to the dented silver cup 
and vaulted back into bed, smelling like a brewery. Uuugh, Brenda thought, 
so much the better. It would make it just that much easier for her to carry 
through her plan. 

She began to plant quick soft wet little kisses on his neck, intending to 
lick her way slowly and tantalizingly down his chest and across his flat 
hard stomach, kneading his balls steadily as she always did-but this time 
his right hand clamped firmly on her back held her immobile, and for a 
moment she thought, my god, he's falling asleep again. Then his left hand 
forced her chin up until her wetly open mouth was locked against his and he 
thrust his now rounded and pointed tongue between her teeth under he tongue 
and up to the roof of her mouth, swabbing every surface he could reach with 
an urgency he hadn't shown in a long time. Simultaneously his right hand 
began a long sweeping motion up the silky-skinned plane up her back, 
starting at her hips, sinuously following the curve of her waist up to her 
rib cage and on up to her shoulder where he gave her an affectionate little 
squeeze... which he knew she couldn't resist, the bastard... then his thumb 
began the slow journey down her tingling spine, vertebra by vertebra, until 
it reached the crevice between her nakedly quivering buttocks where it 
hovered briefly before starting up again. 

Brenda fought with every ounce of her willpower against the blissful glow 
which was suffusing her entire being. God how wonderful it would be to be 
held and caressed this way by someone who really loved you, but she knew 
Chuck was just putting on an act, pretending he had missed her, 
pretending... Each time his thumb traveled down her spine his middle finger 
preceded it penetrating a little deeper into her crevice almost to her tiny 
puckered anus where it seemed to poise hesitantly before moving away. In 
spite of all she could do Brenda felt her buttocks thrusting outward to meet 
this titillating intrusion while at the same time her mind warned her that 
Chuck was turning the tables on her, she was becoming the mouse and he the 
cat, instead of the other way around as she had planned. 

Suddenly as if he, himself, could no longer stand this tantalizing foreplay, 
Chuck gave an animal-like groan deep in Brenda's mouth and his outstretched 
middle finger slid past the tight nether ring of her anus, prying her 
buttocks apart, and dipped up from behind into the warmly welcoming hole of 
her cunt. He began rotating his finger, preparing her heated vaginal walls 
for the lust-swollen head of his rigidly throbbing cock which she could feel 
burning and pulsating against her belly. Oh God, he wants me, he really 
wants me, she thought. It was his groan... as if he were really letting 
go... that got to her even more than the searing flames of erotic desire 
spreading like wildfire through her love-starved loins. She knew she had 
already lost the battle for her wantonly excited body, let him take her 
body, as long as she could keep her mind clear... maintain her aloofness... 
the way he always did. Of course, he wanted her body, he always wanted 
somebody's body, didn't he? But what he really wanted was complete mastery 
over her mind and soul, and that she would no longer give him. She really 
wasn't sure how long she could hold out against his masculine charm. I 
shouldn't have drunk all those juleps. If only he'll hurry and make me cum 
before I get too excited! She didn't want to slip down into her usual 
mindless whirlpool of lust where there was nothing to be felt or thought 
about but blind excruciating sensual pleasure. Oh, she knew how he could 
wait, she knew that watchful catlike look in his eyes as he skillfully 
brought her closer and closer to the verge... 

Her loins jerked and a thousand needle pricks of delight shot out from the 
tiny nerve-plexus of her swelling clitoris as he wedged his thick hand in 
farther from the rear between her splayed buttocks until his middle finger 
reached the pulsating little bud, stroking it up and down, sideways, and 
around. Frantically she reached down between their nakedly straining bodies 
to try to snare the blood-engorged head of his penis, hoping that with the 
pumping of her hand she could force him to take her faster... before she 
lost all semblance of control. 

Just at that instant, as if he'd read her mind, he drew his mouth away from 
hers and slid his body down until his shaggy head was poised at the fleshy 
cleft between her two proudly dancing breasts. Rolling her over on her back 
and shifting his body away, he drew his hand up between her moist clasping 
vagina. Chuck began finger-fucking her in earnest. At the same time, he was 
greedily sucking one of her erect little nipples as if he had never had it 
in his mouth before and cupping her other breast with his free hand, sliding 
the edge of his palm up the soft full undercurve to pinch and roll the 
cherry-red tip between thumb and forefinger. 

Except for the spasmodic clenching and unclenching of her buttock muscles as 
she thrust her warmly welcoming pussy upward to meet Chuck's fingers, Brenda 
did not move. She lay there on a rising tide of erotic excitement, fighting 
with quiet desperation for control of herself and waiting for the telltale 
raising of his head from her breast that would say he was through with his 
foreplay. When he did that she would say, "Suck it, Chuck. Suck my cunt!" 
And when she had cum, she would go upstairs and pack her bag and leave the 
rotten son of a bitch lying there with a hard-on. 

But this time he didn't raise his head. He seemed to have lost himself 
entirely in his hunger for her love-starved body. With fast-growing 
apprehension and excitement, the young blonde felt his lust-thickened tongue 
and voraciously-sucking mouth move down across her quivering belly, pausing 
to suck and probe thrillingly at the little indentation of her navel. Could 
she be wrong? Brenda wondered. He certainly wasn't behaving like a man who 
had just climbed out of some other woman's bed, and it was true he had 
looked more tired than usual that afternoon, but that could just as well be 
from fucking his head off as from playing poker nonstop for two days. With a 
man like Chuck how could you ever know for sure? 

But God, what he was doing to her certainly didn't feel like he was putting 
on an act, he seemed to be completely beside himself with urgent desire and 
at the same time so tender. 

Maybe he really hadn't touched another woman all during those two weeks, 
maybe he really had been faithful to her! She raised her head from the 
pillow to watch fascinatedly and with growing hope as he parted her thighs 
impatiently to make room for himself and haunched down on all fours between 
her widespread legs, lowering his panting face to the moist pink slit of her 
flowering cunt. As his warm eager lips closed around the palpitating bud of 
her clitoris and he began to suck at it greedily-like a famished child at 
the life-giving breast of its mother - Brenda gave a deep, heart-felt sigh 
of relief and let the last shreds of her angry suspicious flow away in long 
delicious tremors of pure rapture. "Oooooohhh, yessssss, yessss!" She 
reached down and tangled her slim strong fingers lovingly in his tousled 
brown hair... 

"Jesus, Chuck, lemme at her! I can't wait no goddamn longer." 

There was no mistaking the hoarse croaking voice Brenda lunged convulsively 
upward, like a doe struck in full flight by a hunter's bullet, and struggled 
to throw herself off the bed. At first the full meaning of the words did not 
penetrate her sex and alcohol fogged brain, her instinctive reaction was 
just to hide her nakedly exposed body from the lewd stare of that horrible 
little Sam Crothers. Even when she saw Sam hobble stark naked into the room, 
excitedly stroking his erect, evil-looking penis, and realized that Chuck 
had pinned her frantically writhing hips to the bed with his massive forearm 
and was holding both her slender wrists with his other vise-like hand, she 
couldn't admit the evidence of her senses... that it had all been set up, 
planned in advance! Oh God no. Chuck couldn't be that big a bastard! The 
shock was just too enormous for her to comprehend it all at once. 

"Chuck!" she wailed piteously, looking up at him with stricken pleading 
eyes. It had to be... a test... Chuck was putting her to some kind of awful 
test that he would explain later... His hard-bitten face was without 
expression as he held her nakedly defenseless body down on the bed, but the 
sardonic glint in his tawny eyes finally brought the truth home to her. He 
had deliberately planned the whole thing, and now he was going to turn her 
over to this obscene, perverted little creep for whatever diabolical things 
he wanted her to do. Sam had already scrambled up on the bed and was 
standing astride her, brandishing a heavy hook cane in one hand and with the 
other stroking his long thick cock which jutted out menacingly from the 
patch of reddish-brown pubic hair between his spindly legs. Realization of 
the total extent of her abject humiliation washed over Brenda in wave after 
wave of horror and despair. 

"Surprised, kiddo?" Sam croaked exultantly. "Never thought you'd see a cock 
as big as this on a little fella like me, did'ja?" He bared his yellow teeth 
in a lascivious grin of triumph, continuing to pull the loose foreskin 
feverishly back and forth over his lust-swollen cock-head as if he was 
afraid he would lose his erection if he stopped for a second. The pendulous 
red-veined sac of his cum-filled balls swung freely back and forth between 
his bow legs in time with his vile manipulations, and Brenda turned her head 
away from the ex-jockey's lewd grin. 

"So that's it?" she said in a lifeless voice ceasing all resistance and 
looking up at Chuck with dull hopeless eyes. 

"Well, I think Sam deserves a little fun," Chuck replied mildly, as if he 
was expressing an opinion about the weather. "He does more work around here 
than all the rest of you put together." 

All the rest of you, Brenda repeated in her mind. For Chuck she'd been just 
another one of the hired hands all along and now she was the hired hands' 
whore. God, what had she ever done to deserve to be in a situation like 
this? All she had ever wanted was to win the love and respect of a decent 
man, surely that wasn't too much to ask of life. She had been faithful and 
loyal to Chuck... looked after his interests... given herself to him heart 
and soul. And now this... unbelievable abomination... was her reward. Tears 
of shame and despair welled up in her bewildered blue eyes. 

"I'll do anything he wants," she mumbled thickly. "Just you go away." 

"Stick around, Chuck! You might learn something," Sam cackled excitedly, 
straddling up along Brenda's nakedly voluptuous body until the bulbous 
drooling head of his penis was directly above her face. She twisted to one 
side to avoid a long strand of semen dangling down toward her mouth. 

"Taste it, don't waste it. You'll be begging for it later," the little man 
giggled hoarsely. "Leave go of her, Chuck. I can handle this filly. I'm 
gonna ride her down a road she ain't about to forget." He jabbed the 
rubber-tipped end of his cane into Brenda's navel and gave it a sharp twist. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhh!" Brenda groaned, not because it really hurts that much but 
because she was still vaguely hoping that Chuck would take pity on her and 
call off this demented little friend. In her dazed mind she was still 
groping for a reason for this degrading humiliation he was subjecting her 
to. He must be punishing her... that was it... Chuck must be punishing her 
but for what? What had she done wrong? She wracked her brain futilely for an 
answer but only one made sense: Chuck was a monster, a sadistic monster. She 
could see him pulling up his shirt as Sam prodded her nipples with the end 
of his heavy curve-handled cane. 

"Oooohhh, doooon't," she pleaded pathetically, to no avail whatsoever. Chuck 
finished straightening his collar with exaggerated care and handed a riding 
crop-Brenda's own riding crop-to the awful little man. 

"Now, if she gives you any trouble, Sam," he said matter-of-factly, "use 
this on her. But don't mark her up too much, okay? I got a date." Then he 
turned on his heels and strode off into the darkness of the harness room and 
outside. 

"Don't you worry, Chuck," Sam called after him. "We'll get along just fine. 
Won't we, kiddo?" he added leering down at Brenda and lightly switching the 
quivering white mounds of her naked young breasts with the leather loop at 
the end of the crop. "You're on the other end of the whip now, Miss 
High-and-Mighty. 

Brenda lunged up and caught his two thick wrists with her hands, but he 
twisted them from her grasp effortlessly, giving her a sharp painful rap on 
the side of her head with the heavy cane and a stinging lash across the 
belly with the riding crop. God, it was just as if he was reminding a 
recalcitrant horse who's boss! She realized that despite his puny size she 
was no match for his wiry strength. "The greatest hands in the business," 
wasn't that what Chuck said? Sam had the greatest hands in the business when 
he was still riding. There wasn't a horse in the world he couldn't hold... 
She sank numbly back on the bed, gritting her teeth to keep from whimpering 
aloud. She had no choice but to submit to whatever vile loathsome things he 
intended to do to her, but at least she wouldn't give him the satisfaction 
of seeing any reaction on her part. She would lie there like a corpse until 
he had finished and, she vowed grimly to herself, she would make Chuck 
Anderson pay for this if it was the last thing she ever did. 

"That's better," Sam growled down at her. "I like'em high-spirited, but 
there's a time for everything. Now spread'em!" he ordered, switching the 
tender flesh of her inner thighs lightly with the looped leather thong at 
the end of the crop. "Wider!" he commanded again, as she started to part her 
legs slowly. In spite of her resolution she cringed instinctively as she 
felt the loop swish back and forth between her thighs, mounting with 
tingling little swipes closer and closer to her pubic mound and the sparse 
golden hairs of her vagina, still wet and throbbing from Chuck's mouth 
earlier. 

She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of his beady little eyes staring 
down at her nakedly exposed cunt, and as he chuckled obscenely, she felt 
herself slowly dying inside. Her whole world had been turned upside down in 
just a few minutes and now she was more alone than she had ever been in her 
life. 

She heard the bed springs twang with the former jockey's shifting weight as 
he haunched down between her legs. She waited with bated breath for him to 
begin the foul defilement of her most secret organs but... nothing happened! 

Uneasily she opened her eyes and raised her head to look down through the 
valley formed by her firm upstanding breasts to her fearfully cringing 
pussy. Sam's reptilian almost-bald little head was poised motionless a few 
inches above her vaginal slit as his pointed tongue slithered uncontrollably 
in and out of his half-open mouth in gluttonous anticipation of the feast 
awaiting him. Oh God, she wanted to cry out, do it! Hurry up and get it over 
with! 

The little tingles of sensation which he had started by flicking the leather 
thong back and forth between her defenseless thighs were somehow multiplied 
a thousandfold by the sight of his narrow head hovering there at her private 
opening. It was like an army of itching nipping ants crawling through the 
moistly matted growth of her pubic curls and down the desire-slickened walls 
of her cunt. She watched hypnotized as his tongue stopped its slithery 
motion for a brief instant, then darted lizardlike toward her defenselessly 
open vagina. 

Ooooooh! My God, nooooo! she moaned as his sharp cheekbones drove against 
her pelvis and his long slippery tongue spread an incredible distance up her 
quivering cuntal passage. At first she thought that somehow he had shoved 
the supple end of the crop up her cunt, it just didn't seem possible anyone 
could have a tongue that long, but then she felt the pulsing life in it as 
it began to swirl around deep up inside her. Of their own will her hips 
began a frantic upward-bucking motion against his face... not in search of 
pleasure, but to find relief from the unbearable flames of desire that 
seemed to be spreading like some malevolent disease all over her 
hyper-sensitive inner surfaces. 

"God, God, God!" she wailed, pounding her clenched fists down into the 
mattress. She had been prepared to resist anything but not this! This wasn't 
human, this long skewering tongue which suddenly transformed itself into a 
soft hungering animal as it withdrew from her vagina and wriggled along her 
leechlike on her erect little clitoris, sucking it relentlessly until she 
could feel it expanding painfully to twice its normal size. She made one 
last desperate effort to close her thighs against the nightmarish intrusion, 
but Sam's clawlike fingers dug deeper and more cruelly into the soft white 
moons of her buttocks, pulling them apart until she felt she would be ripped 
in two... and finally she gave up the unequal struggle, flopping back 
exhaustedly on the bed, her head lolling from side to side. 

Hurt me! 

she prayed silently to herself. Oh, hurt me more! All I want to feel is 
pain, pain, pain from this venomous little bastard. But she knew it was too 
late to pray for pain; that slavering animal-like tongue was already fanning 
the intolerable flames of lust to a raging inferno, with wetly tantalizing 
strokes up and down the entire length of her quivering cuntal slit. In spite 
of her revulsion and horror at the idea of being so thoroughly subjugated in 
this lewd way, tiny waves of illicit pleasure were radiating with increasing 
intensity throughout her loins. As her hips began to writhe and twitch under 
Sam's moistly working mouth, the naked young blonde realized there was 
nothing she could do to stop her body from betraying her in this debasing 
parody of love. God oh God, why had Chuck done this to her? Why hadn't he 
just let her go away if he had no feeling for her? Now nothing would ever be 
the same again. Even if some day she found another man she could care for, 
she would never be able to make pure innocent love with him... never be able 
to shut out the memory of that obscene reptilian head between her legs and 
that flickering lizardlike tongue incessantly probing and filling her loins 
with unwanted desire. Even as her hips began to move upward more and more 
urgently, tears filled her eyes and shuddering sobs wracked her helpless 
body. 

As he continued his vengeful tongue-fucking of her wide-split cunt, Sam's 
beady eyes, roved avidly over the lushly ripened body writhing before him; 
his glance paused with special pleasure on the angry red welt that had risen 
on the creamy skin of her belly where he had lashed her. Raise your whip to 
Sam Crothers, will ya, kiddo? he grinned to himself. That'll teach you. 
You're trotting now, little filly, and pretty soon you'll be cantering, and 
before the night's over you'll be galloping down that long dark road. Ain't 
nothin' - horse no woman - ever been rode by Sam Crothers that ever forgot 
the ride. But first we got to get you saddled up right. 

Before she knew what was happening he had grabbed the backs of her knees and 
forced her straining thighs up against her breasts so that the whole wet 
plane of her vagina was exposed to his tongue. Starting at her pulsing 
clitoris he slowly drew his tongue along the deepening furrow between her 
pussy lips to the tight little ring of her defenselessly upturned anus. Then 
grinning to himself, he thrust his hardened tongue-tip into the puckering 
hole with all the force he could muster. 

"Oooooooh, nooo, don't! God, don't!" she moaned, wincing away from the 
searing unnatural contact. Even Chuck had never done that to her, and now 
she understood why. Sam's skewerlike tongue felt like a hot poker being 
twisted around and around in the tight rubbery ring. But he paid no 
attention to her pleading, and now his hard thumbs were prying her tightly 
clenching buttocks as far apart as possible to give his probing tongue 
greater access to her anus, and she could feel the tip penetrating farther 
and farther... 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she screamed, as another far more excruciating jab of 
pain followed almost immediately, and she realized that he must have rammed 
one of his fingers way up inside her. She squirmed with all her might to get 
away from that horrible thrusting finger, but it followed her mercilessly 
until she was nakedly back against the bars of the bed and could go no 
farther. Then as Brenda looked down on him in fascinated horror, Sam began a 
circling reaming motion with his outstretched middle finger, widening the 
tiny puckered ring. Gradually the pain subsided to be replaced by a 
completely new sensation that was delicious and burning at the same time. 

"The bit always hurts a little at first, little filly," Sam said. "But 
you'll get used to it. Then we'll go for a real ride. So come back down 
here." 

When the naked young blonde girl refused to move, he picked up the riding 
crop and deftly lashed the nipple of her left breast with the leather tong, 
not hard enough to raise a welt, but hard enough to make her scream in fear 
and immediately inch back down into the bed cautiously. 

"Now turn over and stick that sweet little ass up high in the air," he 
ordered, with his finger still securely embedded in the warm quivering 
depths of her rectum. Gingerly she did as ordered, and he began to fuck his 
tongue slowly in and out of her puckering anal ring, withdrawing it almost 
to the tip and then thrusting in again. A delicious flickering sensation 
began spreading up through Brenda's kneeling body, rippling through her 
stomach up into her nakedly swinging breasts. The shame and humiliation she 
knew she would feel later abruptly faded from her mind as she wantonly 
screwed her buttocks back against the goading finger. As the tight puckered 
ring relaxed and became soft, Sam began drawing his finger all the way out, 
and she could hear him suck it noisily, moistening it with his saliva before 
thrusting it back in again to the hilt. Each withdrawal was an agonizing 
delight, particularly the last fraction of an inch before the finger popped 
out, and each inward thrust was less and less painful... God, she was 
actually enjoying it, Brenda mused humbly to herself. There seemed to be no 
limits to the depths of degradation her lust-fired body was capable of 
dragging her down into, no defilement it couldn't turn into a source of 
pleasure. Even then some part of her nature she had never known existed was 
reveling in the defenseless upturned position of her buttocks, totally 
exposed to the little man's obscene suckings and probings, and she could 
feel her tender anus quivering in eager anticipation of the next inward 
thrust of his finger. There was even a growing sense of frustration that his 
finger wasn't longer and thicker... she was beginning to want more up 
there... up inside the dark warm depths of her rectum... to recapture that 
strange thrilling mixture of pain and pleasure she had felt with the first 
jabs. Looking back between her swinging breasts and splayed thighs, she 
could see Sam's long rigid penis pointing menacingly up toward her cunt, its 
bulbous head glistening with dripping semen. Oh God no, she could never take 
that much penis up inside her rectum; it would rip her apart, kill her! But 
even as she thought this, the temptation was growing, and the kneeling young 
blonde realized that she had passed the point of no return. She wanted that 
pleasure-pain sensation again, no matter what; and she wanted Sam's penis to 
spear her, hurt her, make her scream, punish her... 

Sam sensed her sudden total abandonment, and with an evil grin he grabbed 
his heavy cane and poised the thick rounded end of the curved handle between 
her widespread ass-cheeks, right at the now-widened, puckering little hole, 
and jammed it home as far as the curve of the handle would permit. 

"Aaaaarrrrrgggghhh!" Brenda screamed as the cool hard wood skewered in a 
painful arc about four inches up into her painfully quivering rectum. 

"That's the bit and bridle, kiddo," Sam chuckled, scuttling crablike up 
alongside her and positioning his scrawny loins directly under her startled 
face. "Now we go for a ride. You're gonna suck my cock for me, and you're 
gonna suck it better'n you ever sucked Chuck Anderson's... or else!" 

Brenda felt a cruel lacerating jolt of pain high up in her defenseless 
rectal passage, and after an instant of stunned disbelief, she realized that 
Sam had impaled her anal canal on the handle of his cane and that he was 
holding the rubber-tipped end in his powerful hand just over her head. With 
the slightest twist of his thick wrist to either side he could disembowel 
her if he wanted to... She was utterly and completely in his power, the 
slave of his vilest, most vicious whim, and this time she had no one to 
blame but herself. She had given in to his tantalizing tonguing and 
fingering of her anus... even thought of having his disgusting penis up 
there... and now she was going to have to suck it. Chuck had been right to 
treat her the way he did. She was no better than a whore and deserved 
whatever she got. Bitter blinding tears flowed out of her eyes onto the 
ex-jockey's muscular belly, trickling down through his meager pubic hairs 
and around his scrotum which lay like a deflated balloon on the sheet. A 
shuddering wave of nausea racked her nakedly kneeling body, and she almost 
gagged when he held his long hard cock out for her to suck. 

Sam levered the cane upward slightly above her head, causing the end of the 
curved handle at the other end to dig deeper into the vulnerable tissue of 
her rectum. 

"Uuuuuuunnnnhhh!" she groaned, jerking like a puppet on a string. "No 
moooooorrrrree, pleaeeeeese. I'll do it. I'll do it. Anything you say. Just 
stooop!" 

"Okay. Stop blubbering and get going," Sam growled, pushing the cane 
backward an inch to ease the pressure on her wide-stretched anus. "Start 
with the balls. Suck'em nice and slow and easy, the way you do Chuck's. 
There's no hurry, we got all night." 

"H - he told you?" Brenda stammered, for a moment forgetting her physical 
pain on learning this new ignominy. 

"I watched. Shit, we all watched, Ron and Andy and whoever happened to be 
around," Sam sneered brutally. "Chuck, he likes an audience and you sure put 
on a good act, little filly. Better'n most of the broads he sweet-talks onto 
this here little bed with that Mrs. Verdos bullshit. So don't try to fool 
me, I know what you can do. Now giddap!" He gave a little tug on his cane 
and the handle slid up another inch into her futilely puckering anal ring. 

Brenda collapsed in a pitiful sobbing heap between his thighs. God, God, 
Chuck had cynically used her pure innocent act of love to provide a dirty 
smut show for his depraved friends. It was the final ultimate debasement. 
She wished she could die right then and there. 

"Giddap, I said!" Sam repeated impatiently. Still holding her anus hooked 
securely with the cane, he reached down under her trembling belly with his 
other hand and began to flick the leather thong of the crop up into her 
nakedly exposed cuntal crevice. In spite of her unbearable mental anguish 
Brenda's healthy young body responded with a jerk... and to stop the 
intolerable pain of these two horrible instruments of torture in the hands 
of the implacable little man, Brenda bent down and began to slavishly lick 
the leathery sac containing his cum-filled balls. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Faye Bullock was in a complete daze when she left the riding ring and walked 
around the stables to the clubhouse. Two fast martinis later, she still was 
in a daze when she walked thoughtfully out to the parking area. She fumbled 
numbly in her jeans for the key to her little MG convertible, forgetting for 
the moment that she had left it hidden in the glove compartment. 

Earlier, when she had finally gotten up the nerve to drive out to the 
Valentine Club, she'd been sure she would fall off the first horse she got 
on and was afraid the key would bounce out of her pocket and get lost. It 
had taken her weeks to make up her mind to go out there, not only because 
the idea of getting on top of something as big and powerful and alive as a 
horse just scared the wits out of her, but also because of something she had 
happened to overhear her father telling her husband Rich one night. 

Actually, all she had really heard that night was Rich muttering something 
about "... the Valentine Club... " and then her father's angry voice booming 
out "... unspeakable practices... ! I tell you this state is corrupt through 
and through and the man responsible for it all is Tex Greenbau!" They had 
both stopped talking when she entered the room and her father had put his 
arm around her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead as he always did, 
while her husband, Rich, lounged against the mantle with his hands in his 
pockets, smirking superciliously. Anyway they changed the subject and of 
course there was no necessary connection between the "Valentine Club" and 
"unspeakable practices" but the possibility had made her hesitate a little 
longer. She couldn't ask her father about it because he would just tut-tut 
her and say such things weren't for her tender ears, even though she had 
been a married woman for over a year, and if she asked Rick, he would just 
smirk and say it was the Righteous Honorable Dr. Reuben getting his cookies 
off again... or something dirty like that. Rich was always making fun of her 
father, who had recently been appointed President of State University and 
had gone to a lot of trouble to get Rich his new job with the promotion to 
Associate Professor of Mathematics. 

Rich just couldn't stand to be in anyone's debt, Faye guessed. Why, her 
father had even given them a private wing all to themselves in the mansion 
the University had put at his disposal, so they didn't have any rent to pay. 
Rich certainly hadn't looked down his long nose at that! Anyway the boredom 
of the campus life which seemed so provincial after living in the East had 
finally driven her to desperate measures, and she had gone out to the Club 
without telling a soul and without the slightest idea of what to expect. So 
imagine her pleasant surprise when this beautiful long-haired blonde girl 
had greeted her so nicely and hadn't made fun of the fact that at her age 
she had never been on a horse before. Faye had been so pleased that the 
blonde, Brenda Holden, was going to be her instructor, and everything had 
been going so well until Mr. Anderson had appeared on the scene... Mister 
Anderson! 

With a jolt Faye came abruptly to her senses. Mister! She was actually, in 
her mind, referring to that hulking brute... that gangster... as Mister 
Anderson. After the disgusting way he'd ogled her and the insulting 
unheard-of things he'd said to her. "I'd like to see a little more tit out 
there"-Faye blushed furiously as the phrase came floating back to her and 
she realized she hadn't reacted at all... hadn't put him in his proper 
place. He must have hypnotized her or something. He certainly was capable of 
anything. 

Damn him! Faye slammed the car door and started back toward the stables. 
He'd treated her outrageously and she certainly wasn't going to let him get 
away with it. When my little Faye gets her dander up, her father was fond of 
saying, watch out! The least she could do was get back the money she had 
paid in advance for nine more lessons, because she was certainly never 
coming back to this place as long as that horrible man had anything to do 
with it. No matter how much she liked Brenda! What a shame that such a sweet 
girl had to work for such a beast. 

It was completely dark then so Faye had to move slowly across the unfamiliar 
grounds, walking noiselessly in her tennis shoes. The riding ring was 
deserted, and the only light seemed to come faintly from a door halfway down 
the row of stalls. As she walked silently toward it, a deep rumbling neigh 
right at her shoulder made her jump straight up in the air. It was just a 
horse, peering out at her from its stall, and as she went on with pounding 
heart she made out the shadowy shapes of other horses' heads turning toward 
her, and there were neighings and whinnyings all up and down the line. It 
was awfully spooky. She was glad when she reached the rectangle of light and 
stepped inside. Then... what she saw struck her with the impact of a blow to 
the stomach and almost drove her to her knees. She stifled a gasp and stood 
there paralyzed with shock, unable to believe her eyes. 

Through a brightly-lit doorway across the room she saw Brenda Holden 
completely naked on a bed, haunched down on all fours. Her beautiful golden 
hair was all disheveled, and on top of her head there was a huge hand 
holding a black stick. As Faye watched breathlessly, she saw Brenda's head 
begin to rise slowly up from something thick and glistening and white... Oh 
God, it's a penis! Brenda's tightly ovaled lips were stretched way out as 
she pulled her mouth up the long white rod of flesh, until Faye could 
clearly distinguish the swollen purple head, then the heavy hand on her head 
pushed her down again. Brenda was being forced to suck some man's thick 
enormous penis! 

The naked girl's voluptuously-formed body was glistening with sweat, and her 
heavily swaying breasts jerked pitifully as she tried to get away from the 
monster who was forcing her to do this vile disgusting thing. From where she 
stood Faye couldn't see who the man was, all she could see was that long 
venomous penis sliding in and out of Brenda's wetly gasping mouth like a 
snake, and the big hand pushing her head down, but there was no doubt at all 
in Faye's mind whose penis it was. Only a brute like Chuck Anderson could 
have one that thick and long - why, it was twice as long as Rick's-and only 
a cruel sadistic savage like Chuck Anderson would do what he was doing to 
poor Brenda. He was letting the poor girl pull her head away almost to the 
ugly bulbous end of the slimy swollen thing as if he was going to let her 
go, then at the last second he pushed her down again, forcing almost the 
entire impossible length back up into her mouth until there was just a 
little white showing between his horrid pubic hairs and Brenda's tightly 
compressed lips. How she could take so much of that immense penis inside her 
- it must be going down her throat halfway to her stomach!-Faye couldn't 
understand. Just watching it's wetly glistening shaft slide in and out of 
Brenda's lovely mouth made Faye want to vomit, but she couldn't tear her 
eyes from the lewd spectacle. 

Then, as the peering young wife leaned slightly to one side, she saw that 
what was happening was even worse than she had at first realized. She saw 
that the black stick the man was holding was actually a cane which stretched 
down Brenda's back and curved in between her shapely white buttocks to 
disappear into... what? Her vagina... ? No! Oh God! It was her rectum! 

Faye would never have believed that one human being would subject another to 
such vile indignity. It was like witnessing some hideous al of primitive 
torture. And not only was the man cruelly manipulating the thick cane in and 
out of Brenda's rectum... with his other hand he was flicking a whip up from 
below at her helplessly exposed vagina! Faye flexed her suddenly trembling 
thighs together, feeling vicarious twinges of pain in her own twitching 
little clitoris as she watched the whip switch ward between Brenda's 
widespread thighs. How long she stood there in frozen horror watching this 
nightmarish scene Faye had no idea. She knew she should get out of there as 
fast as possible and notify the police, but she also realized it would be 
better if she had positive proof - if she had actually seen who the man was, 
even though she was quite sure in her own mind. She was afraid to venture 
farther into the dark room, but finally she edged cautiously forward... 
Something sprang away from her shoulder as if it was alive, there was a 
terrible banging clattering noise and with a frightened yelp Faye ran 
outside as fast as her legs would carry her. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

"What in hell was that?" Sam snarled peevishly, sitting up and peering out 
into the harness room. It was pitch black outside, and if anybody was out 
there watching, he didn't give a fuck anyway, so he turned his attention 
back to the blonde head that was still bobbing mechanically up and down on 
his wildly throbbing cock. 

Christ, he thought irritably, she wasn't putting enough soul into the job. 
He wanted to see this stuck-up cunt go wild over his cock... beg for it... 
before he rolled her over and gave her a fucking like she never had before. 
The ex-jockey tweaked the riding crop up between her splayed thighs again, 
grinning at the way her hot little ass jerked up when the tip hit some 
sensitive spot; her little clitoris, he guessed. Goddamn, she was really put 
together like a thoroughbred, he mused, admiring the way the sensuously 
rounded moons of her buttocks flared out from her tiny waist and how her 
ripe young breasts kept their shape as they swung back and forth between his 
thighs. Oh, she was gonna give him a ride all right, he'd known that as soon 
as she'd started to squirm her sweet little asshole back on his finger. He'd 
heard her come on to Chuck with that true-love bullshit, but she was like 
any other broad, what she really wanted was to get fucked in one of her 
holes. It was just a question of time and breaking her down a little more. 

"Hey!" he barked hoarsely. "I think somebody's out there." He grabbed a 
handful of her tangled yellow hair and yanked her face brutally up off his 
cock. 

"Wha-at?" Brenda stared at him with glazed unseeing eyes. She had taken 
refuge from her degradation in a dim twilight world of pain, and hardly knew 
where she was anymore. 

"I think Chuck's out there watching," Sam suggested cruelly. 

The mention of Chuck's name brought Brenda a little farther back into the 
real world. She looked numbly down at the wet rigid penis she was holding in 
her hand. No, it wasn't Chuck's... For a while she'd thought it was, and had 
wondered why he was torturing her rectum that way, he'd never done it 
before... No, it wasn't Chuck's beautiful cock, this one was just as long, 
maybe even a little longer, but nowhere near as thick and not as hard 
either. Chuck's was like a rock... Abruptly Sam's evil little face came into 
focus, and she remembered everything. The cane... God, the cane hooked up 
into her anus and the riding crop switching her sensitive vaginal lips and 
her clitoris, as if she was an animal being driven to market... She bent her 
head down to take his wetly glistening cock in her mouth again, to get it 
over with so she could be alone with her misery, but Sam hauled her 
painfully up again. 

"Beg me!" he croaked harshly, giving the cane a sharp twist. 

"Ooouuuuuch! Pleeeaaaase," Brenda pleaded. 

"Please, let me suck you, Sam. Please let me suck your cock, Sam," he gave 
the cane handle another twist pulling it even deeper up inside her tormented 
rectum. 

"Oh, I can't. I won't! Oooouuuuch, don't. You're hurting me-eee! Oh yeess, 
please let me suck your cock, Sam, please, please." 

"Every day," he added contemptuously. "Every day. Whenever I want it. 
Promise!" 

"Noooooooooo!" she fought with her last remaining strength to keep from 
making this promise which would make her no better than his slave. Even if 
she ran away, her spirit would be broken, and it would just be the same 
thing all over again with some other man. She would be a slave for the rest 
of her days. 

"Promise!" he spat at her savagely. "Promise, you fucking little bitch!" He 
gave the heavy cane one last agonizing wrench, and suddenly she could stand 
it no longer, there was no escape, no hope, her resistance was broken. 

"Oooooooooohhh yeeeeesssss, I promiiiiisssss!" Brenda wailed. "I'll suck you 
every day. Whenever you want me to." 

And that was it. In a flash of final despairing clarity she realized that 
that was the end of life for her as she had always dreamed it should be 
led... with a decent man, a nice home, children, friends... In Chuck she 
thought she had found the man of her dreams, ideal beyond her wildest 
expectations. He seemed so kind and gentle, and loved horses as much as she 
did. They had so much in common that she'd thought they would lead a perfect 
life together. And here she was! After a few months, after he'd gotten what 
he wanted from her, he'd tossed her carelessly away, like a bone to a dog, 
to this snarling little mutt who was now her lord and master. 

"That's better," Sam growled at her in his wheezing voice. "From now on it's 
gonna be a damn sight more fun working around here." He had felt the fight 
go out of her, and knew that from then on he was gonna have things his own 
way. She was probably thinking she was finished, all washed up; but shit, 
he'd booted so many half-dead nags home across the finish line in his time 
that he didn't figure to have much trouble with this high-strung little 
bitch. All he had to do was take his time and pace her right, and she'd be 
rarin' to go again before she knew it. He brought the cane down level with 
her back and eased it out of her anus with a lewd plopping noise. The 
varnished surface of the handle glistened with her rich rectal juices, and 
he was willing to bet she was already missing having it up there. Instead of 
putting it back in though, he passed the handle down along her belly and 
gently hooked it into her wetly dripping cunt, making sure the curve was 
wedged snugly against her clitoris. Then he began to saw it back and forth 
up her tight little pussy, wiggling it from side to side to give her 
clitoris its share of the fun. 

It was like being fucked by a machine, Brenda was thinking, but why not... ? 
Her body was nothing but a goddamn machine. In spite of all the agony and 
torture this little creep had subjected it to, she could already feel her 
traitorous body beginning to respond to the rhythmic thrust in and out of 
her cock-hungry cunt. The tingling thrill spread through her loins again as 
the hard surface of the cane grazed her clitoral nerve ending. A long, hard 
cock down there would have felt nicer, but the cane was better than nothing. 
She squeezed her buttocks together and tightened her vaginal muscles to 
intensify the feeling, but it just wasn't thick enough or long enough. She 
realized she really liked it better fucking up inside her rectum, as long as 
the little creep kept it going straight in and out instead of twisting it. 
Why hadn't the dumb bastard had the brains to bring two canes, one for her 
cunt and one for her anus? She resisted this lewd thought with cold 
indifference. If such an idea had passed through her mind an hour earlier, 
she would have been mortified to the roots of her being. Now it made no 
difference. Her pride had been broken, her self-respect shattered... all she 
had left was her body, and she intended to use it for just two things... and 
making Chuck Anderson pay dearly for what he had done to her. She just hoped 
the merciless bastard was out there in the dark watching. If he liked a good 
show so much, she was certainly ready to put one on for him. She bent down 
and began to greedily suck Sam's long hard cock again. 

Aaaaaah, now she wants it, now the little bitch really wants it, Sam mused, 
lying back and wadding a pillow under his head so that he could comfortably 
watch this beautiful blonde cunt slave over his bursting cock. It had been 
years since he'd had one this young and hot... God, was she hot! He watched 
in fascination as her ovaling lips were pulled out obscenely as she drew her 
sucking mouth up the entire length of his throbbing shaft to the bulbous 
rubbery head; there, her wetly nibbling lips expertly rimmed the tip of his 
cock, and the tiny moist tip of her flicking tongue explored the little 
semen-filled slit at the end before ducking around to lick the underside. 
She had the desire-tightened sac of his balls in one hand now and was 
rhythmically kneading them together... God, she really wanted him to cum in 
her mouth, Sam marvelled. That afternoon she wouldn't even drink out of his 
bottle, but now she just couldn't wait to taste his white hot cum spouting 
down her gullet, the sweet little bitch, but she'd have to wait till another 
time for that. Tonight he meant to really put his mark on her, so she'd be 
around in the future when he wanted her. Next time, by God, Chuck wouldn't 
have to set her up for him. 

"Okay, that's enough foolin' around," he told her, pushing her roughly off 
his uncontrollably jerking cock. "Roll over." 

"Oh, yeeesssssss, Sam!" she hissed at him. "Fuuuuck me! I want that 
beautiful big cock of yours all the way up inside me. I'm ready... I'm ready 
nooowww! Just put it in!" 

As the former jockey crawled down between her splayed legs, she reached down 
with both hands and pulled her wetly throbbing cunt lips as far apart as she 
could, exposing her moist pink pussy to his lascivious gaze, and her hips 
and whole body arched up yearningly toward him. Jesus, he felt like a young 
kid about to stick it in for the first time, Sam realized... just looking at 
that juicy pulsating pussy was enough to make him cum. The lewdly exciting 
sight of it was too much for him and, with a sudden brutal thrust, he rammed 
his blood-heavy cock-head into her warm wet channel, feeling the soft flesh 
expand elastically as he plowed in all the way up to her cervix with the 
first thrust. 

"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned, giving one sideways twist away from the 
unexpected flesh-tearing pain of his entry and then lying limp beneath his 
puny weight. 

The naked young blonde opened her eyes and saw that he was looking down at 
her with the age-old expression of male triumph over the female and... it 
was true. Even though she could probably pick him up and carry him like a 
baby... even though the top of his bald head as he lay on her didn't even 
come up to her chin... she was just as helplessly skewered on that long hard 
cock of his as if he'd weighed a ton because... she wanted it there... deep 
up inside her. She'd been acting when she'd said that before, in case Chuck 
was watching, but not now that it was really there and she could feel it 
throbbing so wonderfully against the sensitive walls of her vagina. 

"Oh yessssssss," she breathed ecstatically as the little man began expertly 
flexing the lust-swollen head of his cock back and forth with a rotary 
motion so that with each partial withdrawal and re-entry every possible 
surface of her cuntal passage was deliciously grazed and probed... "Oh 
yessssssss, Sam, that waaaay." She began to wantonly buck her hips up to 
meet his in-thrust faster and faster, but somehow he slowed her down to the 
rhythm of his long slow steady strokes, pacing her the way he would a race 
horse. With a shudder of delight, the young girl abandoned her shamelessly 
aroused body to him. Jeeeezus, she thought, the little bastard really knows 
what he's doing! She locked her thighs around his narrow hips, pulling him 
deeper into her, and pressed his head against her excitedly quivering 
breasts, feeling immediately the wet suction of his mouth and sharply 
nipping teeth on her swollen nipples. His lips and teeth turned from one to 
the other, like little stinging flicks of the riding crop, goading her to a 
deeper, more intense response to his battering of her loins. Oh God yes, he 
was riding her all right... down a long dark road... right off the edge of 
the world it seemed... 

"The riding crop!" she gasped, flailing her head from side to side. "Stick 
the riding crop up my ass, Sam! The handle end!" Almost immediately she felt 
his powerful fingers prying between her nakedly trembling buttocks where a 
warm trickle of her excited cuntal lubricant was running down the crevice. 
Then came the rounded metal end and its leather strap probing tentatively. 
"There... ! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Yeeesssssssss!" She felt it pop through and 
plow far up her rectum much farther than the cane had been able to, and the 
rounded slightly bulbous head was almost as good. God sooo goooooood! "Yes 
yes yes!" she chanted uncontrollably as he began the rhythmic double 
skewering of her wildly pulsating cunt and anus. 

"Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, harddddd!" 

Oh she was galloping now, the filly-bitch... Sam could feel her beautiful 
body straining mightily underneath him, gathering itself for the final 
climactic rush to the finish. He deliberately slowed his stroke until she 
was moaning and pleading incoherently, sliding her hot little cunt 
frantically up and down his motionless, rock hard cock... until he sensed 
there was no more holding her back... 

"Just so you don't forget who's on top, bitch!" he growled, giving the 
riding crop one last savage twist way up deep in her greedily puckering 
rectum before beginning to slam his lust-hardened cock into her for real 
this time. He'd just been playing around before and, Jesus, they were in the 
home stretch. Now he could feel the charge coming from way back... way way 
back down there... and it was as if his mind blacked out and he was tuned 
into just this one wildly thrashing body underneath him... like the old 
days... and he felt the surging spasm begin deep in her wildly convulsing 
cunt triggering the geyserlike eruption of his own orgasm. 

"Oh God I'm cuummmiinnggg!" Brenda groaned as she felt the first hot jets of 
his sperm pelting deep up into her vagina. "Fuck... fuck... Oh God, Sam... 
oohhh yeesss! 

* * * 

Back in the darkness of the harness room Chuck Anderson watched the two 
insanely buffeting bodies gradually subside and heaved a sigh of relief. It 
had strained his will power to the breaking point to just stand there and 
watch Brenda's virgin little asshole being subjected to all those artificial 
indignities when what the sweet little thing really wanted was to have a 
nice big healthy cock like his rammed up it... But goddamnit, he'd resisted 
the temptation for two months just as a gesture of friendship to his old 
buddy, Tex Greenbau... Tex had a well known preference for tight cherry 
assholes... and he was damned if he was gonna give in now. 

It had been a very close thing, though. He'd just stepped back inside the 
harness room to make sure Sam wasn't giving Brenda too hard a time when 
who'd come along but Fancy Pants Faye Bullock... She stood there watching 
the show for at least ten minutes, panting and gasping like Sam was doing it 
to her instead of Brenda... Standing right there with her luscious little 
ass not three feet away from his aching cock. Christ, if she hadn't knocked 
a saddle off the rack and run off when she did, God knows what might have 
happened. And then there was Brenda begging Sam to stick the riding crop up 
her ass... That bitch was gonna make a good Fox for the Spring Hunt, in 
spite of herself. Old Sam had done a pretty good job on her, and it looked 
like the best thing to do now was let her stew in her own juice for a 
while... 

With a last look at the two naked bodies still glued obscenely together on 
the bed... Brenda was actually sort of cuddling the little runt on her 
breast... Chuck walked out into the cool dark evening. It was a damn good 
thing Helene Greenbau was coming over... The state he was in, she was about 
the only woman he knew who could calm him down. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

As Faye Bullock turned into the University grounds and followed the winding 
drive through the well-tended campus lawns with the windows of the ivied 
red-brick dormitories blazing cheerfully on either side, a great wave of 
relief washed over her. Driving home, she had realized that she couldn't... 
just couldn't... go to the police and tell them what she had seen. Why, they 
would just laugh at her and quite rightly, too. She had no evidence of 
coercion, in fact all the evidence pointed the other way... Brenda 
apparently worked at the Valentine Club of her own free will. It was woman's 
intuition more than anything else, Faye realized, which made her absolutely 
certain that that disgusting Anderson man had somehow acquired an unnatural 
hold on Brenda because nobody in their right mind would willingly submit to 
the unspeakably shameful practices she had witnessed a few minutes before. 

As she swung into the driveway of her father's house, Faye shivered for the 
hundredth time as the lewd image of that long glistening penis disappearing 
into Brenda's helpless mouth rushed unbidden back into her mind. If only she 
could talk to someone about it, she thought wistfully. Her father was out of 
the question, of course. He was the finest, noblest man in the whole world, 
but never once in Faye's memory had he made the slightest allusion to any 
sexual act. Her mother had died when she was a little girl, and she hadn't 
really made any intimate women friends on this campus... So that left her 
husband Rich and he would probably just smirk and quote statistics from the 
Kinsey report or something like that. "Oh yes, it's quite well established 
that such and such percentage of women in such and such an income bracket 
commit the act of... what was the word? Fellatio? Commit fellatio," he would 
say blandly, in his offhand manner. Rich was very strong on remembering 
statistics. In fact, Faye was quite sure he had never forgotten one. 

Sitting there quietly in her car, absorbing through all her pores the peace 
and tranquility Of the University life humming gently all around her, she 
was stricken suddenly with remorse for these uncharitable thoughts about her 
husband. After all, Rich did work awfully hard. He sat up late every night 
covering page after page with tiny mathematical symbols that made no sense 
at all to her but had obviously won him the esteem of the Mathematics 
Department, because he was the youngest Associate Professor on the campus. 
So maybe she wasn't being fair. Maybe he really was exhausted when he 
flopped down beside her in bed and immediately fell asleep, while she lay 
there twisting and turning, with an undefined hunger and need. Not that it 
made much difference the rare occasions he did make love to her, she never 
experienced an orgasm, but at least when he made love to her she felt needed 
and wanted a little. And he was gentle with her, not like that brute Chuck 
Anderson... 

Why, Faye realized, she hadn't known how lucky she really was to have a 
husband like Rich, and she resolved right then and there to do more to make 
their marriage work. She had always been taught that it was up to the man to 
make the advances, but perhaps that was wrong. Maybe if she took the 
initiative and played with his penis... 

She jumped quickly out of the car to blank out the nagging reminder of how 
small his member was compared to what she had seen in the stable and ran up 
the steps to their wing of the house. The front hall was dark, but there was 
a sliver of light at the end where the study door stood ajar. Rich was 
sitting behind his desk and, at first, she thought he had fallen asleep. His 
head was tilted way back, his eyes were closed and his mouth open. Then she 
noticed his feet under the desk. His legs were spread apart with the tips of 
his shoes cocked straight up in an unnatural position. As she watched, they 
began to jerk back and forth. Then she saw that his shoulder was moving, 
slowly at first, then faster and faster; and only then did she realize what 
he was doing. 

"Rich!" she cried out in shocked disbelief. 

He opened his eyes and screamed, "Get out of here, you bitch!" Pumping away 
at himself harder and harder, his usually pale washed-out face red as a 
beet... "Aaaagh." He arched himself back in the chair and groaned like an 
animal, "Aaaaaaaaagh, uuuuh!" 

As he slumped down into the chair, Faye saw droplets of sperm which must 
have bounced off the bottom side of the desk dripping slowly to the floor. 
The redness drained out of his face, and he opened his eyes. 

"Out! Out!" he screamed, waving his arms like a mad man. He was picking up a 
paperweight or something to hurl at her when she slammed the door and ran 
upstairs to her bedroom. God, God, God! To see her husband like that, 
completely out of his head! With pounding heart she locked the door and 
threw herself on the bed, grinding her fists into her eyes and moaning 
softly. No wonder he never made love to her, he liked doing it to himself 
more. She lay there dry-eyed, unable even to cry, it was all so... The way 
the toes of his shoes had been pointing straight up and his beet-red face 
came back to her... she began to giggle. Caught in the act! The urbane 
sophisticated university professor caught pounding away at himself like some 
pimply-faced schoolboy. It was so... ridiculous! 

This certainly has been my day, Faye thought to herself wryly. She 
remembered a bottle of sherry she had bought for Rich's birthday and hidden 
away in the closet. She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but if ever there 
was to be a time, this must be it; and she certainly wasn't going to give 
him the bottle now. As she uncorked it and poured herself half a water glass 
full, she thanked God she had a good sense of humor. Her father always said 
a good sense of humor would get a person through anything. 

She took a sip, then another, of the mellow liquid as a pleasant burning 
sensation spread out from her stomach. She poured a little more into the 
glass and went to stretch out on the chaise lounge... 

Then abruptly her mood changed and she was overwhelmed by burning 
resentment. What the hell was wrong with her anyway. Why should Rich prefer 
his abject little masturbations down in the secrecy of his study to her 
body! She jumped up angrily and went to look at herself in the long central 
mirror of her dresser. Ever since she was a little girl she had been told 
how beautiful she was but had never paid much attention to the compliments. 
Being beautiful didn't seem to really make much difference in her case. She 
had never been a popular girl, but had always thought that was because of 
her natural shyness and reticence. Now she examined herself as if she had 
never seen herself before. Maybe they had all just been trying to make her 
feel better, maybe she was unattractive actually and that was the real 
reason why Rich... 

But no, they hadn't been lying to her. Her face was beautiful, its pale 
delicate oval set off by the satiny black hair which arched to a perfect 
widow's peak on her high forehead. She had inherited her lustrous hair and 
the widow's peak from her mother who had been a Poindexter and had French 
blood. Her cheekbones were high, forming faintly shadowed hollows below, 
giving her a slightly exotic air. No, she decided, sipping a little more of 
the sherry, as far as her face was concerned she had nothing to be ashamed 
of... on the contrary... and as for her body... 

Her mind jumped back to the scene at the Academy that evening where the 
shape of Brenda's nakedly voluptuous body hunched down on all fours on the 
bed - with her full cherry-tipped breasts swinging back and forth - was 
etched indelibly in her memory. Before she knew what she was doing she had 
pulled off her shirt and brassiere and was cupping the full warm globes of 
her breasts up toward the mirror. Then she turned sideways, making them 
swing back and forth in profile as Brenda's had done. They were every bit as 
large and firm, she decided, though the aureoles were darker and the nipples 
a lighter pink. She pinched them, watching them grow erect in the mirror, 
with an immediate rush of sensation and a tingling up between her legs far 
out of proportion with the innocent little caress. Even that I have to do 
myself, she thought, pinching them again harder. 

How long had it been since Rich had kissed her breasts and what was he doing 
now? Down on his knees under the desk, mopping up his wasted seed with his 
handkerchief so the maid wouldn't discover his nasty little vice? A look of 
scorn subtly changed the delicately sculpted features of Faye's face. Her 
nostrils flared, her parted lower lip seemed to swell and fill out, and the 
expression in her clear grey eyes, usually so timid and diffident, grew 
suddenly bold, almost brazen. Her hands left her breasts and roamed down her 
tautly rounded belly to the buckle of her belt... 

Completely naked and with another glass of sherry in her hand, she faced 
herself in the mirror, appraising the symmetrical lines of her slender waist 
curving out into graceful hips. A little girlish? No, not really, even 
though she was still, in truth, a girl. Rich had never made a real woman out 
of her. The only orgasms she had had since her marriage had been 
self-induced... and these only after he had made his ineffectual love to her 
and fallen immediately asleep. Somehow it had seemed all right then, with 
his semen still trickling warmly from her vagina through her pubic hairs, to 
touch herself there, to stroke the little nub of her clitoris... she felt 
she was only being loyal to him by continuing what he had failed to finish. 
But she had resolutely forbidden herself the act at any other time, fearing 
it might be the reason she couldn't respond to him properly, even though, 
particularly in the morning, the aching desire for release almost drove her 
wild. And all the time he was probably pounding away at himself every night 
down in his study, while she lay upstairs in her lonely bed, waiting for him 
to finish work! 

Well, her lips curled back contemptuously, there was certainly no longer any 
reason for such honorable restraint. She let her hand drop to the soft dark 
silken "vee" nestled up between her firmly curving thighs and tentatively 
slid her finger in toward the eager bud of her clitoris, surprised to find 
that the sensitive, hair-lined lips of her vagina were already dripping wet. 
"Cunt", she whispered to herself, "cock"... With startling clarity the image 
of that huge penis reappeared, seeming to almost float in the mirror next to 
her face, as if she had evoked it magically... and she saw her own mouth 
open blindly toward it... and her wetly trembling lips form in an ovalled 
sucking ring just the way Brenda's had done... 

My God, what's happening to me! she faltered. It had seemed so real, for a 
moment, the... penis... so solid... and her mouth had turned toward it the 
way a sunflower follows the sun. Mechanically she placed the empty glass on 
the dresser, and the sharp click it made as she misjudged the distance 
brought her to her senses. Why, she was drunk, that was all. Dreamily she 
reinserted her outstretched finger in the moistly heated furrow of her cunt 
and began to caress and tease her little bud of sensual delight. Drunk! 
Naughty, naughty, Faye Bullock, daughter of Dr. Bullock, youngest Associate 
Professor on the Faculty and probably oldest male who masturbates... you're 
drunk... drunk... and shamelessly enjoying it! 

The flames of lust licked higher and higher in her loins as she methodically 
massaged her pulsing little clitoris, pinched the nipples of her breasts, 
and sensually stroked the silken skin of her inner thighs, God, she wished 
she had a thousand hands and fingers. With sudden urgency she went to the 
far side of the room and brought back a comfortable chair. Placing it in 
front of the dresser, she sat down and leaned back, propping the calves of 
her widespread legs on the edge of the dresser itself. With one slender foot 
she tilted the central panel of her mirror on its pivot until the whole dark 
shadowy crevice up between her legs was visible. She gazed in awe at her own 
wetly glistening pussy lips, half-parted as if in anticipation. Then, with a 
delicious sense of perverse abandon and a virtual maelstrom of sensual 
excitement swirling in her loins, the young brunette wife reached down and 
slowly pulled apart her cuntal lips until her vaginal entrance was clearly 
exposed and the little red jewel of her clitoris glittered beckoningly at 
her. 

"Faye?" Rich's voice said at the door. "Faye, are you there?" 

With a Mona-Lisa smile Faye reached her slender arm down between her 
outstretched thighs and began to gently stroke her pussy hair, teasing 
herself before actually touching her moistly waiting cunt. As if from 
another world she heard the doorknob being twisted, then released, and 
Rich's academic drawl again. 

"Faye, I'm sorry, dear. Sometimes I have to do it, you see. Can't 
concentrate on my work otherwise. It's just mechanical relief. An efficiency 
device." 

"Go away," Faye said dreamily, twirling her outstretched finger around her 
clitoris and concentrating on the delicious, apparently inexhaustible, 
warmth and pleasure that her tiny nerve button was capable of generating. If 
he only knew, the poor fool. 

"I'm terribly terribly sorry," Rich droned on in his urbane self-composed 
voice. "I shouldn't have lost my temper, but you see, I was so horribly 
ashamed. And by the way," he added, "don't forget the cocktail party. 
Drawing room in twenty minutes. There'll be some rich alumni there, and your 
father's counting on you." 

Faye brought her feet down with a bang. God, she had forgotten! A wave of 
guilt washed over her because she knew it was true: her father was counting 
on her to be hostess to the rich alumni and charm them. He had been chosen 
President of the University because he was a world-renowned scholar, of 
course, but also because of his ability to raise money, and she knew he was 
far short of the goal the Board of Directors had set for him. She mustn't 
let him down. Anxiously, she dashed for the bathroom to take a cold shower. 

* * * 

The large, rather dimly lit drawing room of the President's House was filled 
with expensively dressed men and women and the low hum of polite 
conversation, all of which blended perfectly with the dark oil paintings and 
heavy leather tomes adorning the walls. Faye arrived a little late, flushed 
from the sherry and her hasty preparations, but looking more beautiful than 
ever in her chic new cocktail dress. She had just begun to look around for 
her father to take up her duties as hostess when the slender heel of her 
pump caught in the rug. She might have fallen if a strong hand hadn't caught 
her elbow and steadied her. For the second time that day she felt a weird 
tingling sensation fan out through her body from the contact with a strange 
hand, and she found herself looking up into the quizzically amused eyes of a 
tall lean hawk nosed man. 

"Oh, th-thank you," she stammered, flushing because he continued to hold her 
elbow when it was no longer necessary. 

"Well, well." The tall man smiled down at her. Then he actually put his arm 
around her shoulders and started to guide her toward a settee against the 
wall as if she was too drunk to walk by herself. Faye was so flustered that 
she couldn't think of what to say or how to get away from him without being 
rude, and she didn't want to run the risk of offending some rich alumnus, so 
she just let him go ahead. He took her up to an elegantly dressed, very 
bored-looking woman with beautiful long flame-red hair and said, "Look what 
I found, Helene." 

The red-haired woman's face came instantly vitally alive, and she reached up 
her hands to take Faye's with a smile. "Why you must be Mike Reuben's 
daughter, Faye!" she exclaimed with a sparkle in her green eyes. "Come sit 
down beside me, dear, and tell me all about yourself. Fm Helene Greenbau and 
this is my husband Tex. We saw your photograph in your father's study just a 
little while ago. You're a very beautiful girl." 

Faye's heart sank into her stomach when she heard the name Tex Greenbau... 
the man her father had been ranting about to Rich that night and saying he 
was responsible for all the corruption in the state... but she couldn't very 
well just say no and walk away. So she sat down and listened to Helene chat 
vivaciously about how dull the campus life at State must seem and so on, 
while Tex went to get them all a drink. At some point, talking about local 
distractions, the Valentine Club came up, and Faye mentioned that she had 
been out there that very afternoon to take her first lesson. 

"Why, that's wonderful, dear! You must come riding with us sometime. It 
won't take Chuck Anderson long to teach you how to ride. He's one of the 
greatest horsemen in the States," Helene said warmly. 

"In the whole world," Tex added in his dry amused drawl, exchanging a look 
with his wife which Faye couldn't understand. She felt embarrassed and a 
little woozy from the sherry, so she was relieved to hear her father's voice 
just then. 

"Oh, there you are, my dear. May I have a word with you? Kindly excuse us," 
he said, bowing in his elegant courtly way to the Greenbau's. She rose and 
he led her away, nodding his handsome greying head pleasantly to groups of 
people here and there, but Faye could tell he was furious by the way his 
fingers were biting into her arm. 

"Daddy, you're hurting me," she said tearfully as soon as they were out of 
earshot of the guests. 

"You're stinking drunk!" he hissed at her venomously in the nastiest voice 
she had ever heard him use, even though his habitual expression of benign 
aloofness never left his face. "What do you mean, sitting there drinking 
with the Greenbau's all night! You've made a laughing stock of me, you silly 
little bitch." Then he raved on and on about corruption and money, money, 
money... always with a pleasant little smile on his mouth, but all Faye 
could hear was that one word bitch! Why she had never even heard him say 
hell or damn before, and he had called her a "silly little bitch"! 

"I'm going to bed," she sobbed broken-heartedly. "You... you hypocrite!" It 
was the first time in her life she had ever raised her voice to her father, 
much less call him a name like that, and as she stumbled away she felt a 
glimmer of satisfaction at the look of shocked astonishment which appeared 
on his face... 

Silly bitch! The first thing she did when she had locked the door of her 
bedroom was take another long swig of sherry from the bottle, pull off her 
panties and plop herself down in front of the dresser mirror again with her 
cocktail dress bunched lewdly up around her waist. 

"Where were you when you were so rudely interrupted, you bitch?" she said to 
herself. She had been living in a child's world... The image of that 
enormous cock she had seen that afternoon drifted up out of her memory, and 
she reached down between her splayed thighs to wantonly pull apart her 
cuntal lips again and examine the entrance to her wetly glistening vagina, 
tentatively inserting her forefinger in the tight little hole... "No, no, go 
away, big cock", she murmured softly to herself, "you'll never fit in there, 
you're not what I want!" 

And the cock-image was replaced by Brenda's sweet beautiful head which she 
allowed in her mind's eye to sink down between her widespread legs so that 
the silky golden hair was tangled with her own glossy black pubic curls, and 
in her imagination her finger became Brenda's gently probing tongue... 
Yeeessssssss, that was what she wanted... no more men, they were all pompous 
and conceited or brutal and selfish... no more hard or flabby penises... 
just the gentle soothing touch of another woman's soft mouth and hands and 
tongue on her breasts, in her vagina... anywhere! 

Shamelessly, she drew her finger out of her vagina and sucked her own sweet 
juices. They tasted so good. She'd never done that before; she'd never let 
herself go. She'd never really known what she wanted... but now she did! 

With a little moan of abandonment Faye pulled off her clothes and threw 
herself down on the bed, running her hands avidly over the soft contours of 
her own body, imagining Brenda stretched out naked beside her with a long 
delicious night of loving caresses ahead of them. She felt such a wonderful 
sense of relief! She realized she had never really been attracted to boys, 
even as a teenager, and the idea of a lust-hardened penis being inserted in 
her vagina had always revolted her, even Rich's little one, even though she 
had never admitted it to herself. She'd been brainwashed by the male 
establishment, that's what... brainwashed into submitting to their horrid 
animal desires... but that was finished now. In a sudden flash of 
understanding she knew what she had to do-she had to go back out to the 
Valentine Club and somehow rescue Brenda from the clutches of that brute 
Anderson... and then... ! 

Half out of her mind with alcohol-inspired desire, Faye rolled over on her 
stomach, pressing her hotly yearning clitoris against the soft ridge of the 
mattress edge, imagining that Brenda's lithe young body was beneath her, 
Brenda's smooth thighs locked around her head, Brenda's desire-swollen 
clitoris so deliciously between her sucking lips. The lewd images flickered 
in endless variations like a kaleidoscope through her feverish brain, and 
with a groan of frustration she turned over on her back again and began 
desperately stroking her cuntal slit with both hands, almost slapping it in 
a kind of drunken exultant rage, then savagely kneading the hard pulsing 
kernel of her clitoris with the knuckles of one hand while the other 
explored the moistly heated sheath of her vagina. 

Fucking two fingers in and out of the soft clasping passage, while 
continuing to rub the fleshy little bud of her clitoris, the naked young 
wife finally settled into a regular giving-taking rhythm... pursuing the 
will-o-the-wisp of satisfied delight that had been eluding her in the 
darkness of her desire ever since it had first flickered in her loins as she 
rode around and around in the ring that afternoon. With her breath coming in 
ragged gasps and her pelvis grinding relentlessly upward, she forced herself 
almost to the pinnacle of erotic self-release again and again, only to fall 
back each time, until with a little sob of despair she gave up the fruitless 
chase and slipped into exhausted fitful sleep... 

She was riding a horse around and around in a deserted ring. It was night 
time but she could see somehow. She was fully clothed... wearing black shiny 
riding boots and an elegant grey riding habit... but there was a slit in the 
crotch of her jodhpurs, and a hard leather protuberance sticking up from the 
saddle like a penis was sliding in and out of her well-lubricated vagina 
with a blissfully delicious sensation at each stride the horse took. She 
kicked his sides sharply with her boots to make him go faster and faster, 
racing toward the excruciatingly beautiful orgasm flowering in her cunt when 
suddenly the ring was surrounded by people cheering her on. She recognized 
faces as they flitted past... Chuck Anderson's, her father's, Rich's, Helene 
Greenbau's, Brenda's... 

Faye woke with a start to find herself doubled up on the bedspread, 
perspiring profusely in spite of the cool night air. Her head ached terribly 
and she was dying of thirst, but she didn't have the energy to go get a 
glass of water. With a sigh she crawled wearily under the covers and flicked 
off the lamp. A few moments later her little fingers had found her 
still-swollen clitoris again and a few gentle caresses brought the first 
convulsive shudders of long-denied pleasure. Ooooooooh, she moaned silently 
to herself. Yeeeeesssssss, Breeennndddaaaaa, darling... as wave after wave 
of gentle orgasm washed her away into a deep dreamless sleep. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Two weeks later, early on the afternoon before the eagerly awaited annual 
Spring Hunt, Chuck Anderson and Tex Greenbau rode around inside the ring 
under Brenda Holden's supervision. Both men had lunched well and were in an 
expansive mood, although a stranger listening to their oblique, rather 
laconic exchanges might not have had this impression. The truth was that 
Chuck and Tex, having shared their money, power and women freely and without 
stint for over twenty years, understood each other about as well as two men 
could. 

Their conversation had gradually narrowed down to a matter closer to home, 
namely Dr. Mike Reuben's forthcoming muckraking campaign against the 
atrocious system of graft, corruption, kick-backs, feather-bedding, 
nepotism, moral laxity and god-knows-what-all which flourished under the 
rule of Tex Greenbau's political machine and which, the new University 
President had proclaimed in private, was rapidly bringing their great state 
to wrack and ruin... 

Tex sniggered derisively. "Ain't gonna be no campaign, Chuck. Helene went on 
proudly. "It didn't take her long to get the facts of life through his thick 
head. That girl had more brains than the two of us put together, Chuck!" 

"She sure does," Chuck chuckled. "I didn't figure you'd have much trouble 
with Dr. Mike, but I thought I'd take out a little insurance just in case." 
With a tilt of his blunt chin he indicated Faye, who was now posting around 
the ring on an easy-gaited sorrel mare named Gerty. Dressed in a light grey 
twill riding habit, with a red silk foulard around her neck for a touch of 
color and her glossy black hair swinging in a long ponytail, the young woman 
made a striking picture. 

"Dr. Mike's own daughter? In the Club?" Tex hawk-like face lit up with 
interest as he watched the still slightly awkward out-thrust of Faye's 
shapely buttocks in the posting movement. "That'd be a right nice piece to 
turn, Chuck. How you gonna do it." 

"Brenda's gonna warm her up for me first," Chuck drawled. "Faye's been 
practically living out here for two weeks. Seems like her daddy and her had 
a big to-do about something. Anyway she and Brenda have quite a thing going. 
Andy caught 'em kissing and playing with each others titties the other day." 
Then Chuck went on to tell his friend about his plans for the afternoon and 
why he figured Brenda would be begging to be the Fox by Hunt time next 
morning. 

"Yeah, I think Faye's about ready for a ride in the woods with Brenda and 
me," he finished up, picking up a piece of gravel from the walk and flicking 
it at a nearby post. "And right near one of the cabins her horse is gonna 
shy... get stung by a bee, I guess... and while she ain't looking, Brenda 
fakes a spill. So I leave the girls alone together while I go get the 
doctor. They ain't had a chance to really see each other alone lately. We 
been watching 'em pretty close. 

Tex whistled in surprise. "Brenda agreed to a deal like that? I thought she 
was down on that sort of thing." 

"Oh, she'd do anything to get even with me for the awful things I made old 
Sam do to her," Chuck replied with his usual poker face. "I would be wrong 
about ail this, Tex, but I'll give you ten to one she figures to get back at 
me through Dr. Mike some way." For a moment the two men eyed each other 
expressionlessly, then a knife-like smile creased Tex's lean face. 

"Goddamn, Chuck," he said. "I'm sure glad you stayed out of politics." 

* * * 

The accident happened so fast that Faye couldn't believe her eyes when she 
saw Brenda suddenly stretched out unconscious and bleeding on the ground 
with Chuck kneeling anxiously beside her. It had all been going so well... 
They were riding briskly down one of the many bridle paths that twisted and 
turned this way and that through the deep silent woods with Brenda in the 
lead on a chestnut mare named Serena, Faye in the middle on Gerty, and Chuck 
bringing up the rear on old Denny. The sweet pungent aroma of the pine trees 
and the pleasant sting of the wind whipping her flushed cheeks as they 
cantered along gave Faye an exhilarating, delightfully heady sense of 
freedom. It was such a welcome change to be outside the confines of the 
riding ring at last that she gradually forgot the bitter pangs of 
disappointment she had felt when Chuck announced that he was going with 
them. After all, she reasoned, if she showed him she could ride well enough 
this time, the next time she would have her lovely Brenda all to herself in 
the sweet secrecy of these thick fragrant woods. They would ride far into 
them along one of the paths, then dismount and lead their horses in through 
the dense undergrowth until they found an opening, a little glen, where no 
one would ever find them... And then at last she would be able to hold her 
beautiful blonde angel in her arms and love her and talk to her about 
leaving the Valentine Club. She hadn't really dared bring that up during all 
these two weeks, she'd been too shy, not really knowing how Brenda felt 
about her until that afternoon in the harness room when they had 
spontaneously fallen into each other's arms, and she had felt Brenda's heart 
beating against hers. Since then they had never really been alone and, God, 
she could hardly wait. 

Suddenly Gerty swerved sharply and Faye gave a shrill cry of fright, 
instinctively dropping the reins and grabbing the saddle with both hands to 
keep from falling. When finally she had brought Gerty under control, the 
first thing she saw was poor Brenda flat on her back on the ground with 
Chuck beside her. He was slowly withdrawing his hand from under her 
limply-sagging head, and there was bright red smudges of blood on his 
fingers. 

Faye gasped in horror. "Wh-what happened?" she stammered in a scared shaky 
voice. 

"Shut up!" Chuck snapped tersely, without looking up at her. "Get off that 
horse and keep a tight rein on her. Fm going to need her. Tipper's bolted." 

He began very gently and thoroughly to palp the back of Brenda's head with 
his powerful fingers, carefully parting her thick golden hair to feel her 
skull. After a minute or so he scowled grimly at Faye who, by then, had 
climbed down from Gerty and was clutching the horse's reins tightly with 
both trembling hands. 

"This is your goddamned fault," he accused her harshly. "You squeal like a 
stuck pig just because your horse shies at a shadow. Brenda looks around and 
that fucking limb catches her right on the back of her head. She could have 
been dragged to death." 

He stood up and looked around as if to get his bearings. "Well, at least 
there's a cabin not far from here," he said gloomily. "I hope all she's got 
is a bad crack on the head, but it could be brain concussion or something 
worse after a blow and a nasty fall like that. I'm going to take Gerty and 
go to the club to call a doctor." 

After he had carefully flexed each one of Brenda's lifeless arms and legs in 
turn and run his fingers up and down her spine without detecting any signs 
of damage, he gathered her inert body effortlessly up against his burly 
chest, cradling her dropping head on his shoulder, and led the way down a 
narrow trail which branched off the main path. They rounded a bend and in no 
time at all came upon a rustic little cabin which had been completely hidden 
from view by a cluster of tall pines. 

"Hitch Gerty to that post," he directed Faye curtly, still holding Brenda's 
unconscious body in his arms as easily as a child would hold a rag doll. 
"There's a pass key to all the cabins in one of my hip pockets. Take it and 
open the door. I don't know if I should have moved her but, dammit, I 
couldn't just leave her lying there on the ground." 

Faye obeyed his orders as quickly as she could. She had to steel herself to 
stick her tiny hand gingerly down into first one of his pockets, then the 
other, but the urgency and concern in his voice so obviously sincere that 
she didn't hesitate. Her slender fingers recoiled in distaste from the 
hardness of his sinewy thigh muscles which she distinctly felt through the 
thin cloth of his pockets but she finally found the key and unlocked the 
door. 

Chuck kicked it open impatiently with one heavy boot and strode over to an 
enormous four-poster bed where he gently laid Brenda's sagging body down 
with surprising tenderness. Then he disappeared into another room which Faye 
guessed must be the kitchen. She could hear him in there, noisily pulling 
out drawers and banging things around, cursing all the time in an 
increasingly vicious tone of voice. 

Hesitantly she entered the cabin and tiptoed over to the huge bed which 
seemed to literally half-fill the fair-sized room. She had never seen such a 
big bed, she thought distractedly. Then warm tears welled up uncontrollably 
in her worried grey eyes and streaked down her cheeks as she gazed upon the 
motionless form of the beautiful girl she had come to love so much in just 
two brief weeks. Brenda's lovely face, usually glowing with health and 
vitality, looked as pale as death and the only sign that she was alive at 
all was the faint irregular rise and fall of the white shirtwaist witch 
covered her firm full breasts. 

"I should undo her bra," Faye said to herself, and in spite of her grief her 
thoughts flew back to that miraculous dreamy afternoon when they had first 
kissed each other... Brenda unbuttoning both their blouses as if it were the 
most natural thing in the world... Brenda's swollen cherry red nipples 
thrusting out erectly from the coral-tinted areolas which crowned the soft 
creamy white mounds... their smell... their delicious smell... 

"For chrissake, snap out of it!" Chuck snarled angrily at her. 

Faye jumped guiltily and flushed as he stomped back into the room with a 
decanter full of an amber liquid and a tumbler. 

"No iodine, no cotton, not even a goddamned aspirin," he growled. 
"Somebody's gonna catch hell for this." 

He shoved the decanter and glass roughly into her hands. "Dab a little of 
this on the cut, and if she comes to, give her some to drink. It's brandy," 
he told her. "I'm going for the doctor now, but I'll be lucky if I get one 
back here in two hours." 

He started for the door, 'then as an afterthought went back to the bed and 
gently eased off Brenda's tight-fitting boots. 

"Loosen her belt and make her as comfortable as possible," he ordered, 
glaring savagely at her as if he'd like to kill her. "Do you understand what 
I'm saying, goddamn it!" 

Faye nodded dumbly up at him, too frightened to open her mouth. He stepped 
forward and slapped her tear-stained face hard, twice on each cheek, so hard 
that she was knocked half-stunned back against the bed, still clutching the 
decanter and tumbler desperately in her frail little hands. 

"Dumb bitch!" he gritted through tightly clenched teeth. 

Faye thought he was going to hit her again, but instead he turned and strode 
out, slamming the door violently behind him. A moment later she heard 
Gerty's hooves pounding down the trail as he galloped off. 

"Oh God," she breathed, "Oh dear God... " She felt convulsive sobs starting 
deep in the pit of her stomach but fought them down. Chuck was no better 
than a wild beast, but he was right, it was her fault that Brenda was lying 
there... in a coma... maybe dying. The thought was just too awful to bear. 
She had to pull herself together... 

With the decanter rattling against the edge of the tumbler, she unsteadily 
poured out some brandy and gulped it down. The harsh raw liquid which she 
had never tasted before burned her throat and set her stomach on fire, but 
after a moment her head seemed to clear and her nerves felt calmer. 

Quickly and efficiently she unbuckled Brenda's belt, undid the top button of 
her riding breeches and slid down the zipper. She sucked in her breath 
sharply at the enchanting sight of Brenda's soft golden pussy hair peeking 
through the sheer black lace of her panties. If only she could touch those 
wonderful curls... entwine them lovingly around her yearning fingers... 
nothing more. 

Faye reproached herself immediately for having such thoughts at a time of 
dire emergency and set methodically about the difficult task of getting the 
snug tightly-clinging whipcord jodhpurs off Brenda's long lithe legs. She 
resolutely refused to let herself look back up at the enticing half-hidden 
blonde "vee" nestling at the juncture of the shapely rounded thighs she was 
gradually exposing as she worked the breeches down... God, how many times 
had she dreamed of doing just this... undressing her beloved golden-haired 
Brenda... but not in such terrible circumstances as these... She finally got 
the jodhpurs all the way off. By then, though, her tugging fingers had 
slowed their movements almost to caresses, and Faye was aware of an 
unaccustomed warmth giddily suffusing her mind and spreading through her 
already over-charged nervous system. 

Nevertheless, she managed to maintain a semblance of self-control until she 
had .fumblingly opened Brenda's shirtwaist and unhooked her brassiere. 
Then... it was as if an alien will took possession of her, and she watched 
in helpless fascination as her two hands stealthily slid the encumbering 
brassiere off the unconscious girl's proudly ripened breasts. The sight of 
them there so close was too much for Faye... 

A low moan broke from her throat, and she buried her face compulsively in 
the deep fleshy cleavage between the two soft white globes, pressing their 
comforting firmness against her tear-stained cheeks with both hands. It felt 
so good and peaceful just to lie there, and surely that was doing no harm... 
they smelled so good. She began avidly inhaling their intoxicating 
perfume... Just one kiss, she told herself, just one... Brenda had wanted 
her to kiss them that afternoon when Danny Mott had almost caught them. Just 
one! Barely grazing the satin-textured flesh, Faye's moistly parted lips 
drifted lightly upward and hovered briefly above the pink areola before 
settling around the flattened nipple. 

Shivers of lewd delight raced through her trembling young body as she began 
to suck tenderly and lovingly, feeling the nipple begin to pulse and harden 
between her clasping lips. This can't be wrong, she told herself, I'm giving 
it life. I'm drawing out the poison, to cure you, my darling Brenda, She 
began to suck more urgently, caressing and fondling the other breast with 
her hand, pulling and pinching the nipple with her fingers until it too was 
erect and pulsing with a vibrant life. I'll cure all of you, my darling 
Brenda, Faye mused dreamily, continuing to suck and kiss one breast but 
letting her hand leave the other to drift featherlike here and there, 
lightly touching Brenda's pale cool face, stroking her soft golden hair, 
trailing down her warm firm tummy... toward the black lace panties... to dip 
under the tight elastic waistband... 

Faye sprang away from the bed, horrified at the depraved thing she had been 
about to do. God, she was no better than a ghoul! She covered Brenda up 
hastily with a sheet and a fluffy eiderdown, but even this innocent act sent 
a renewed surge of desire raging through her loins. She turned shakily away 
and dropped into a chair. A rocking chair... Listlessly she realized what 
had struck her as soon as she entered the room but until now had been buried 
under her guilt and anxiety feelings about Brenda. The room was a faithful 
reproduction of one in some quaint old New England home such as she hadn't 
seen since her childhood visits to her aunt's farm in New Hampshire. What a 
long time ago that seemed now, those sweet innocent days. She tried to blot 
out the insane sinful thoughts crowding through her mind by concentrating on 
the details of the room... smoke-blackened field-stone fireplace... hooked 
rug... what looked like a genuine antique maplewood chest of drawers with a 
blue-and-white water pitcher on top of it... 

No use! Her wildly throbbing loins were on fire. Oh God! She jammed her 
little fist angrily between her legs and through the heavy twill of her 
breeches began to grind down on the swollen bud of her clitoris, as if to 
punish the source of her torment, but the only result was another tide of 
frustrated desire washing over her like a black wave. She was going out of 
her mind! In desperation she grabbed the decanter and gulped down some more 
of the fiery brandy, again experiencing the momentary clearing of her head. 

One thing was sure... she couldn't trust herself a second longer in the room 
with the unconscious girl she longed so intensely to take in her arms and 
hug tenderly and... make love to. She stood up and walked unsteadily into 
the kitchen, registering vaguely that it was well-stocked with canned food 
and liquor and that... the back door was securely locked from the inside by 
a heavy iron bolt! No one could get in that way. In a flash she was at the 
front door, opening it, and... Yes! Her hunch had been right. In his haste 
Uncle had left the key in the lock. She pulled it out and locked the door 
from the inside, leaving the key in place. That way, no one could surprise 
her if she... took a shower. There must be a shower in a place like this 
which had obviously been designed as a rendezvous for lovers. Why, two 
people could live here for a month, hidden away in the woods, seeing only 
each other. God, if only that terrible accident hadn't happened, she and 
Brenda... 

Faye opened the only remaining door in the cabin and, of course, there it 
was, a completely equipped modern bathroom. All she needed was a good cold 
shower to cleanse her mind of all those unwholesome thoughts of making love 
to Brenda while the poor girl lay there in a coma, maybe dangerously 
injured. 

Slipping quickly out of her clothes, she started toward the shower and then 
stopped as if halted by an invisible wall. "Oh God, I mustn't," she 
whispered even as her hand slid down to her softly curling black pussy hair. 
One finger made immediate electric contact with her hotly pulsating 
clitoris. God, every night for the last two weeks she had been making 
herself two, three, sometimes four times a night, imagining Brenda's warm 
voluptuous body in her arms. 

Not really aware of what she was doing, the hopelessly aroused young wife 
ran back into the bedroom, still fingering herself feverishly, pushing her 
hand deep into the steaming furrow of her dripping little cunt. She knew it 
was sick, morbid, ghoulish, but the frantic urge was too much for her, the 
wickedness of what she knew she was going to do only made her want to do it 
more. Shivering with breathless anticipation, she nakedly stretched out on 
the bed beside the unconscious blonde girl and boldly flung away the sheet 
and eiderdown so that she could see as well as feel their two bodies finally 
united. 

Brenda still lay in the same position, but her breath seemed to be coming 
more fitfully and a faint film of perspiration had formed on her upper lip. 
Tenderly Faye licked it away, slipping her soft thirsting tongue between 
Brenda's succulent lips for a lingering taste of her sweet mouth, continuing 
all the time to stroke the warm moist darkness between her own legs. There 
was no hurry now... two hours Chuck had said... she was lost anyway... so 
make this delicious forbidden pleasure last as long as possible. With her 
mouth still glued to the unconscious girl's lips, Faye withdrew her hand 
from between her own legs and slid it under Brenda's panties, her fingers 
delighting in their first thrilling contact with the silken curls covering 
the swelling pubic mound... exploring... parting the surprisingly moist 
cuntal lips... and finally closing upon the magical bud of Brenda's clitoris 
which was just as swollen and juicy as her own. 

God, Faye thought, even if she was damned forever, she couldn't wait any 
longer. She slid her mouth down Brenda's smooth flank and with trembling 
hands eased the black lace panties from under her beautifully rounded 
buttocks and down the girl's tapered thighs to below the knees. Then, with a 
sensation of swooning rapture she sank her face into the mass of golden 
curls, into the delicious smell of aroused female flesh nudging in between 
the satiny thighs until her probing tongue found the moistly heated pussy 
slit. 

The first taste of the motionless girl's pungent vaginal secretions drove 
Faye wild. All sense of shame or restraint was wiped from her mind by the 
overpowering lust-love she felt for this nakedly beautiful creature beneath 
her. She pushed Brenda's limp legs apart and haunched down between them, 
gently pressing apart the sparsely covered, gold-tufted lips of her cunt 
until the delicate pink inner petals were fully exposed. Nestled between 
them was the swollen, palpitating bud of her clitoris. Reveling in her own 
lewd abandon, Faye sank her soft mouth down on the blonde girl's quivering 
little clitoris and began to suck and suck it as if nothing else in the 
whole world mattered. It was... oooooh... so sweet... soooooo oooo... She 
had drifted far away into a dark region of insane forbidden pleasures when 
Brenda shuddered convulsively and a low moan came from her throat. 

With a sickening sense of shame Faye froze in the middle of her obscene 
ravishing of the helpless young girl. For a moment she couldn't look up, she 
didn't dare, then a light caressing pressure on her head flooded her with 
relief. She looked up and saw that Brenda's lovely blue eyes were open, and 
that there was a teasing little smile on her lips. 

"H-How do you feel?" Faye faltered in confusion. 

"Oh, my head feels awful," Brenda sighed dreamily. "But that feels 
wonderful, please don't stop." 

"Oh, Brenda!" Faye exclaimed joyously. She flung herself up to passionately 
kiss Brenda on the mouth, but drew away in distress when she saw her poor 
love wince from the pain in her head. 

"It's all right, honey," Brenda soothed her. "If you'll just kiss me down 
there some more, it really feels so wonderful... In a little while when I 
feel better, I'll do it to you." Then she spread her firm young thighs far 
apart, exposing the entire naked pink furrow of her cunt with its throbbing 
little clitoral heart and slowly dilating vaginal hole. With an animal groan 
of pleasure Faye crawled back down and hungrily buried her glowing face in 
the young blonde's wetly pulsating cunt... 

* * * 

This was what Chuck Anderson had been waiting for. He was standing stark 
naked in the kitchen where he had been waiting patiently for these 
preliminaries to be completed, listening attentively as the wet slurping 
sounds and little mewls of pleasure gained momentum. It hadn't ought'a be 
long now, old son, he mentally told his rock-hard cock which was aimed 
toward the bedroom like a rocket about to blast off its pad. When he had 
first pulled his hand from under Brenda's head and saw the blood on it, he 
had thought for a moment that their plan had misfired and she had really 
been hurt in faking the fall. Later, though, as he was carrying her to the 
cabin, she had opened one eye and winked, so he knew the blood must have 
come from some accidental but superficial cut. 

The rest had been easy! After softening up Fancy Pants a little, just to 
make sure she would take a nip or two of the brandy, he had galloped off a 
ways, tethered Gerty to a tree and walked back. Ron Fuller had fixed the 
bolt on the kitchen door so that with a little pressure the screws on the 
jamb side pulled out and he was in. After that it was just a matter of 
waiting for old Mother Nature to take her course, which she evidently was 
doing. 

When he figured the two nakedly entwined girls were too busy to take notice, 
he stepped into the bedroom to get a better view of the goings-on. Brenda 
was spread-eagled on the bed, panting like a wind-broke horse, with her lips 
bared back over her teeth as she ground her pelvis rhythmically up and down 
under Fay's tongue-fucking. For someone who was supposed to be just putting 
on an act, she sure was doing a good job, Chuck grinned to himself. As for 
Fancy Pants, she was carrying on as if she'd been sucking pussy all her 
life. Her luscious little ass was waving and jerking like a balloon in the 
air, and as she got more and more excited rooting up between Brenda's legs, 
her own legs were spreading and Chuck could see the fringes of her black 
pussy hair dripping juicily. What really got him, though, was the way her 
tiny cherry anus sort of winked at him beckoningly from the hairless crack 
between her back-thrusting buttocks. It was more than a man could stand... 

Stroking his thick foreskin leisurely back and forth on his great jutting 
cock, he strolled across the room to the bed and boomed out in a loud 
threatening voice, "Well, well! What have we here!" 

Faye's head flew up convulsively in sheer panic, almost grazing the end of 
the cannon-like penis pointed directly at her. Too stunned to speak, she 
stared helplessly at the monstrous weapon with an expression of pure 
unadulterated terror contorting her delicate facial features, which were 
smeared and glistening with Brenda's vaginal fluids. 

"I ran into Ron on the trail," Chuck went on accusingly. "Sent him for the 
doctor and hurried right back here to see how the poor patient was getting 
along... and what do I find... ? Our new University President's refined 
young daughter down on her hands and knees cunt-lapping her riding 
instructor! Now ain't that something? Does it taste good?" he tormented the 
petrified girl. "How'd you like to try some of this for a change?" 

He thrust the blood-engorged head of his massive cock closer to Faye's wetly 
quivering mouth, but she shrank away in horror. "No... ? Well, maybe the 
poor patient won't be so choosy." He moved down toward Brenda's head, 
grabbed her hair and twisted her face brutally toward his massively 
throbbing shaft. 

"No! You can't!" Faye cried, finally goaded into speech by the enormity of 
what he was going to do. "She's injured. She was unconscious." 

"That didn't stop you, did it!" Chuck shot at her, seeing by her 
guilt-stricken expression that he had struck home. "Well, we'll see if I can 
or can't." Sinking his thumb and forefinger into Brenda's cheeks, he forced 
open her mouth as if she was a recalcitrant horse. 

"Oh, please don't," Faye pleaded pathetically. Then, when she saw that he 
intended to force poor Brenda to suck his horrible inhumanly large penis 
anyway, she suddenly screamed, "Take me... ! Take me instead... ! Just don't 
hurt her anymore!" 

"Take you where, baby?" Chuck questioned sarcastically. "Take you home? Take 
you to the movies maybe? Tell me where you want me to take you." 

Oh God, Faye moaned inwardly to herself, what difference did a word make at 
a time like this... ? She was ready to do anything to spare her darling 
Brenda that awful obscene oral act... she was even ready to take Chuck's 
disgusting penis up inside her vagina where it would pollute her forever, if 
it didn't tear her apart; but she couldn't bring herself to say the word she 
knew he wanted her to say... "Fuck me," she whispered finally, relinquishing 
the last shred of her maidenly modesty. She started to move away from Brenda 
to offer up her defenseless body to his lewd rape, but he caught her nakedly 
rounded buttocks in his vise-like grasp and immobilized her. 

"You don't deserve to be fucked," he growled menacingly at her. "Picking on 
a poor unconscious girl." 

She felt the bed sag under his weight as he got into position behind her. Oh 
God, he was going to do it to her like a dog! Rich had told her there were 
people who did it that way... like animals. She steeled herself against the 
repulsion and pain she knew she would feel when the huge hot head of Chuck's 
angrily throbbing penis drove up into her vagina from behind, and for the 
first time since he had entered the room she looked up and met Brenda's 
eyes. There was an expression of sympathy and compassion in them... and 
something else Faye couldn't understand at first. 

Then she became aware of a movement and realized that Brenda's pelvis was 
still quivering and gyrating slightly right under her face and that her 
little hair-lined vaginal mouth was still contracting and expanding with 
excited desire. Desire! Brenda wanted her to go on sucking her cunt even 
though Chuck was there and about to start his abominable animal-like 
copulation. For a moment Faye was shocked and dismayed that her friend could 
be so selfish and callous but then she remembered her own ghoulish behavior 
earlier that afternoon and the blind craving to kiss her succulent pussy 
lips that had swept away all her scruples. Brenda wasn't responsible for her 
body's unsatiated desire, Faye realized, gazing hungrily down on the 
clitoris vibrantly erect between the ragged pink lips of her beloved's sweet 
cunt. With a sigh she bent down her head and took the hot glutinous little 
bud in her mouth again, sucking and licking it tenderly, delighting in the 
immediate response of the loins beneath her. If only she could shut out the 
painful sensation of those hard alien fingers clamped on her defenselessly 
upraised buttocks and... all the rest! 

Almost immediately she felt the thick round hardness of Chuck's penis slide 
between her legs and rub up along her wet cuntal furrow until it reached her 
apprehensively tingling clitoris. Here it paused momentarily before moving 
on, crushing the tiny obstacle in its path. It was the first time flesh of 
another human being had ever touched her there, except Rich of course, but 
Faye felt nothing more than if someone had shoved a hard round pole between 
her legs. Really, it didn't feel much different from the times she had 
rubbed her vagina back and forth on the arm of the big chair in her bedroom 
these last couple of weeks... in her feverish onanistic longing for 
Brenda... a sort of irritating mechanical stimulation which ended with an 
unsatisfying orgasm. If she could just think of Chuck's penis that way, as 
an inanimate object, not really alive, the ordeal wouldn't be so bad no 
matter how much it hurt. Physical pain she could stand; it was the idea of 
being actually touched by this sadistic brute she couldn't stand. So if she 
could just concentrate! 

Then that hope also fled when she felt his wiry pubic hairs prickling into 
the tender virginal flesh around her anus as he pulled back on her buttocks 
and rammed his pelvis against them, sliding his long thick cock the full 
length of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit until its lust-bloated head 
appeared in front of the nakedly kneeling girl. God, it was so long! She 
could feel it throbbing now; there was no escaping the hot life pulsing in 
that thick shaft. In spite of herself Faye raised up so that she could look 
back between her heavily swaying breasts at the great bulbous head 
protruding from between her legs. It looked as if it was growing out of her 
belly - as if she had a cock of her own-and the lewdness of the sight 
started a chain of other obscene images flickering through her brain, foul 
disgusting fragments of half-remembered dreams... her body and other bodies 
in wild abandoned postures of depraved intercourse... Where had they all 
come from, she wondered bewilderedly, was she really like that? It was as if 
some mental barrier had suddenly dissolved, and all these orgiastic demonic 
figures had suddenly charged up from the depths of her unconscious mind 
somewhere and were rampaging all over her body with tiny pitchforks of 
desire. 

She realized that the moist mushroom-like head of Chuck's penis had 
withdrawn part of the way and was now revolving around and around her 
clitoris, sending these tiny jolts of undecipherable sensation out to the 
farthest tips of her tormented nerves. It was so completely different from 
when she touched herself there, she didn't want him to stop! She could feel 
his knuckles moving in her wide-open anal crack and in a split-second vision 
she saw him as clearly as in a photograph, kneeling behind her like a satyr, 
manipulating his long white penis between her buttocks. God, where was it 
going to end? She heard Brenda moaning, "Oh, Faye, honey, don't stop now... 
It feels so good... I was so close... Suck me some more, Faye, please, 
honey... " and she felt Brenda's frantic-hands tangling in her hair to pull 
her down again, so she lowered her face between the beautiful blonde girl's 
writhing loins and resumed the wet licking, sucking and probing with her 
tongue, but this time the nakedly kneeling brunette's oral caresses were 
mechanical; all her attention was now focused on her own unprotected 
genitals as if her very survival depended on what happened back there. She 
felt his thick finger slip into her hotly moistened vaginal slit, then slide 
the short distance up her crevice to her defenseless little anal opening 
which he massaged and moistened before dipping down again for more genital 
lubricant. Somehow... she couldn't explain it because such a thing was 
totally outside her experience, unless it had happened to her in one of 
those unspeakable dreams... somehow Faye had the premonition that his blunt 
finger was going to be rammed up her rectum to prepare the way for the 
enormous penis now sawing back and forth between her thighs. Chuck was going 
to... fuck me in my asshole! 

The words flashed into her mind like neon signs, and then for an absurd 
instant she saw her husband Kirk's face calmly reciting the statistics on 
the number of people in such and such an income bracket who... NO! It wasn't 
possible. Even having a thermometer stuck up there when she was a child had 
hurt like hell, and Chuck's cock was a thousand times bigger. 

With her face deep in the moist steaming folds of Brenda's cunt she began 
whimpering like a small dog that knows it's going to be punished and can't 
get away, and the next time she felt Chuck's outstretched finger pressing 
against the frantically puckering ring of her anus she squirmed 
ineffectually back against it. She couldn't stand the agonizing suspense any 
longer. She simply had to get it over with - end this torture once and for 
all. 

"I'll be goddamned," she heard Chuck mutter, then a searing lacerating flame 
of pain scorched up through every nerve end in her body right to the roots 
of her hair as Chuck rammed his thick calloused finger brutally through the 
tight rubbery ring guarding her violated rectum. 

"Aaaaagggghhh!" Fay groaned, struggling to raise her head against the 
pressure of Brenda's hands. "Oooooooohhhhh!" she wailed as Chuck began 
rotating his finger deep up her anal passage. "Brennndddaaa! Help!" she 
begged, managing to lift her head just enough to catch a glimpse of her 
friend's beautiful face oblivious now to everything but the pursuit of 
orgasm; it was a face contorted in a grimace of frustration. 

Tears burst into Faye's eyes as she felt Brenda's hands tug savagely at her 
hair, pulling her down into her insatiably grinding vagina. 

What did anything matter anyway? Weakly in defeat, she dropped her nose 
again, hardly able to breathe as her nose was buried in the blonde girl's 
heated cuntal flesh, and began to feebly lick her swollen clitoris again. At 
least the cauterizing pain in her cruelly impaled anus was subsiding as 
Chuck's outstretched finger succeeded in little by little stretching the 
tiny passage. She was all numb back there, anesthetized, except for the 
faintest little suspicion of a wiggling flutter of sensation deep in her 
belly somewhere. Then the finger was withdrawn, leaving her 
forever-stretched anal opening puckering like a feeding fish's mouth in the 
cool afternoon air. Faye knew what that meant, she knew what was coming and 
in a flash of revelation she knew that somehow it was going to destroy 
her... maybe not her body but everything she had been until then! With 
renewed tenderness and energy she began sucking and tongue-fucking deep into 
Brenda's sweet engulfing pussy as if her only desire was to give her 
beautiful blonde friend pleasure in the last few minutes left to her. 

Brenda sighed with relief and let her desire-tautened body relax again as 
she felt Faye's ardor returning and the more urgent tongue licking up 
between her legs. God, what a fool she'd been to dread this moment... to 
dread having Faye actually touch her. Why there was nothing like it, she 
thought, floating away on a cloud of blissful dreamy sensation. She had felt 
this strange eagerness the second Chuck had left the cabin and Faye had 
begun to undress her. There was so much tenderness and love in those timid 
fingertips roaming over her body, she had just wanted to throw her arms 
around the naive brunette and hug her, but she had stubbornly clung to her 
stupid idea that love between two women was unnatural and repulsive. That 
was what she had been brought up to believe, so she had forced herself to 
lie there like a corpse, telling herself that Faye was a warped perverted 
creature who deserved any kind of hellish torment Chuck Anderson could put 
her through. 

Now she realized this was only a selfish excuse to justify her 
cold-bloodedly using Faye to get even with Chuck. She had deliberately set 
out to make Faye fall in love with her, leading her on, and even taking the 
initiative by kissing her that day in the harness room. And she had agreed 
to go along with Chuck's scheme for getting Faye alone in one of the 
isolated cabins in the woods so he could rape her... that was what it really 
amounted to... because she wanted Faye to really hate Chuck so much that she 
would go to her father and tell him the truth about the Valentine Club, and 
Dr. Reuben would have the Club shut down and Chuck run out of the state, 
maybe even put in jail! That was going to be her sweet revenge for the way 
that bastard had treated her, luring her away from her family, turning her 
into his private whore, then tossing her away like a bone. 

Oh, my plan is going to work all right, Brenda thought grimly, remembering 
the way Faye had been moaning and whimpering in pain a few minutes before. 
The brutal sonuvabitch had already hurt the poor girl, and he hadn't even 
begun to fuck her yet, wait until he really went to work with that huge 
battering ram of a cock of his, poor Faye would never know what hit her! 

Brenda opened her eyes and looked up at Chuck. There was a loathsome 
expression of pure animal lust etched on his face which made him heedless of 
everything else as he stared sadistically down at Faye's helpless upturned 
ass cheeks. God! she just couldn't stand the sight of him! The bastard 
hadn't been near her since the night he had thrown her to Sam, and nobody 
else had either. She was sure he had given orders to Sam and Danny and Ron 
to stay away from her, she wasn't about to believe all of a sudden she had 
become so repulsive that no one wanted to sleep with her any more, 
particularly Sam... There'd been times she was so lonely she would willingly 
have taken the little runt back in her bed, he hadn't been so bad after all; 
in fact, once he got started he was pretty good, she had to admit, but even 
he had kept his distance, hadn't even made one of his dirty cracks at her. 
It was all a goddamn conspiracy to make her feel like an outcast. 

Thank God there had been sweet gentle Faye coming out there every day during 
those two lonesome weeks, poor Faye who was so full of love and affection 
but too shy to make any advances. Brenda looked fondly down at the dark head 
nuzzling sweetly at the warmly tingling flesh up between her legs and gave 
herself up completely again to the instinctively knowing caresses of the 
other girl's supple tongue. Aaaaaahhhh... that was it!... There... there! 
She felt every fiber in her body responding to these delicate 
never-before-felt waves of sensual delight rippling through her reawakened 
body as if each subtle probe of Faye's wetly licking tongue was a pebble 
dropped into some unknown enchanted pool at the very sacred center of her 
being. God, if this was wrong, if this wonderful feathery rapture was 
forbidden, she didn't care! She wanted it! She wanted it more than anything 
else in the world! 

"Uuuuuuuunnnnhhhh...!" 

Brenda heard the inhuman sound muffled in her crotch and felt an explosive 
puff of warm air deep up inside her vagina as the kneeling brunette's 
delicate cheekbones were driven painfully hard against her pelvis by the 
forward thrust of Chuck's powerful hips. She frantically blanked out of her 
mind any thought of what Chuck might be doing to the poor girl and 
feverishly ground her lust-inflamed cunt up against the soft magic mouth and 
warmly elusive tongue in the last delirious throes of her approaching orgasm 
and then... Oh God! They were gone! Mouth and tongue were gone! Brenda was 
left trembling and alone on the maddening brink of ecstatic fulfillment. It 
was just... more than she could bear. 

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhh!" Faye was screaming, and again, "Oooooooohhhh!" 

Kill the fucking bitch! 

Brenda thought vindictively. Kill the selfish bitch! How could she bring me 
so close and then stop? Bitterly she opened her angry blue eyes, and glared 
at the obscenely linked couple on the bed between her outstretched legs as 
if they were a pair of total strangers. God, she hated them both! The 
tendons in Faye's slender neck stood out like ropes as she braced herself on 
stiffened arms and knees against the next brutal assault from her rear and 
there was an expression in her glazed unseeing eyes that Brenda had never 
seen in human eyes before... frenzied... stricken... and, in some insane 
way, eager! She had seen something like it in the eyes of young mares being 
mounted by a stallion for the First time. 

Unwillingly she looked up at Chuck. He was staring down between the splayed 
crescents of Faye's nakedly spread buttocks with a look of totally 
concentrated lust on his red perspiring face, and by the movement of his arm 
she could tell he was rotating his lust-thickened cock against Faye's pussy, 
lubricating it, so he wasn't in yet. God, the young wife must really be 
tight. 

Then, as she saw Chuck gather himself for what she knew intuitively was 
going to be the final thrust home, the truth dawned on Brenda. Jesus! It was 
something about the angle of their two bodies... Jesus, God... she finally 
realized what Chuck was going to do... he was going to fuck Faye in the 
anus! He was going to ram that long thick penis of his through that tiny 
little opening and all the way up inside her rectum. 

The way Sam had done to her with the cane and riding crop... except that 
Chuck's cock was at least five times thicker than the cane Sam had been able 
to get into her. 

Brenda felt a weird jolt of nagging memory-sensation in her own tingling 
anus, and all of a sudden her frustration was forgotten, and she was 
squirming around, burrowing her way down between Faye's pain-straightened 
arms and widespread thighs so that she could look straight up through the 
girl's flared buttocks to where the huge blood-swollen head of Chuck's 
rock-hard penis was poised at the kneeling girl's defenseless, tightly 
puckered little anus. God, it just wasn't possible, he was going to split 
her wide open, Brenda thought, remembering the jagged flashes of pain that 
had wracked her body when Sam first jabbed into her with his finger... and 
how she had squirmed away trying to escape. But Faye was just submissively 
kneeling there like a slave with her upturned ass cheeks waiting to be 
skewered. She must want it there, Brenda mused with a beginning of envy, 
maybe she's used to it, maybe that's where her husband does it to her! Faye 
had never talked about her husband, but Brenda had just assumed there wasn't 
much going on there. Faye seemed so innocent and virginal. Some innocent 
virgin, she sniffed to herself, looking up through the black tangle of 
dripping wet pussy hairs at the visibly dilated vagina. The black-haired 
bitch was so hot she couldn't wait to have that thick pole stuffed up her 
insides! Goddamn her! 

Brenda became aware of the growing tension of the two naked bodies straining 
against each other above her, and she caught her breath as she saw the 
throbbing cone-like tip of Chuck's blue-veined penis suddenly pop into 
Faye's hideously stretched anal opening, then stop as if it could go no 
further and begin to bulge out sideways under the tremendous pressure behind 
it... until Chuck gave a last mighty thrust of his powerful loins and his 
massively pulsating cock began slipping up into her screaming belly... 

"Oooooohhhhh!" Faye moaned as the bludgeon-like head of Chuck's cock finally 
burst through her tenaciously resisting sphincter muscles and embedded 
itself like a red hot coal just inside her painfully stretched rectum, 
pulsing out scorching waves of unbearably intense heat. She felt as if the 
very core of her being was being burnt out, gutted by hellfire! Then the 
words BE THANKFUL reverberated through her mind which was half-crazed by 
pain and humiliation, and suddenly the subserviently kneeling young wife 
understood. She was being punished for her sinful enjoyment of Brenda's 
body! This brutal rape of her anus was going to purge her... purify her love 
for the beautiful blonde girl, cleanse it of all its foul, corrupt carnal 
elements. Once her suffering was over and she was no longer helplessly 
impaled on this monstrous penis which was so symbolic of all that was filthy 
and depraved in the world of flesh... yes, then she and her beloved Brenda 
could flee far from Chuck Anderson and live the rest of their lives together 
in pure platonic love... without the lesbianic love-making which had 
resulted in this brutal degradation. 

Once all this seemed clear in her muddled brain, Faye began to glory in each 
agonizing increment of pain as Chuck flexed his hips forward, driving his 
rigidly thick penis half-inch by torturous half-inch, deeper and deeper, up 
her tormented rectum. The skewered young brunette began to stoically screw 
back onto the hotly throbbing shaft, giving a panting little grunt with each 
thrust and reveling in the sacrifice she was making for the dear blonde girl 
lying under her. God, she had taken almost all of his hardened thickness, 
she realized, as Chuck's pubic hairs prickled against the widespread cheeks 
of her ass. Dully, she wondered how long it would take him to cum, because 
in addition to the pain, she was beginning to very definitely feel the eager 
pulsation of his cock with the tender inner flesh of her back passage. She 
hoped it wouldn't take him long... and God! There he was all the way in, 
every last inch buried up inside her painfully rippling belly. "Faye! Faye!" 

Vaguely, as if from far away, the impaled young wife became aware that 
Brenda was calling her, pleading with her, but what was she saying? 

"Suck me, Faye, stick your Finger up my asshole, oh God, please, Faye, suck 
my cunt and stick your fingers up my ass, I can't stand it any longer!" 

Horrified, Faye opened her eyes to see Brenda lewdly writhing and squirming 
beneath her, reaching up entreatingly to pull her lips down to the wetly 
glistening vagina again. 

"No...!" Faye gasped, jerking her head up. "No, no, no!" 

"You bitch!" Brenda hissed hatefully up at her. "You selfish bitch!" 

Oh God, Faye groaned inwardly to herself, poor Brenda didn't understand that 
it was wrong, what they'd been doing... wrong to love each other in that 
lesbian way. But she couldn't explain, because just then Chuck began to 
slowly pull out the hot pulsating head of his penis and dear God, her whole 
body felt like an enormous bottle that was being uncorked or something. The 
submissively kneeling young woman had never experienced such a bewildering 
unnerving sensation before; it was as if Chuck had created a vacuum deep up 
in her bowels and they were crying out to be filled again. She felt the 
mushroom-shaped head of his penis withdraw almost to the still-tight ring of 
her anus, and was unable to stifle a sob of relief as he slammed the entire 
length of Ins thick, now well-lubricated penis back up inside her. God, it 
was beginning to feel good lodged up there and throbbing like a second heart 
in her belly. It felt almost as if it belonged there, and when he began to 
saw in and out of her with deep powerful strokes, she instinctively 
clambered her back, tilting her nakedly rounded buttocks up against his 
downthrusts and clamping down with her sphincter muscles as she yelled out. 

"It hurts, God, Mr. Anderson, it hurts!" she whimpered, mostly for Brenda's 
benefit. She was too ashamed for the other girl to see how her traitorous 
body was responding to Chuck's sadistic sodomizing of her rectum; but Faye 
must have had a perverse quirk in her nature, because even this shame 
immediately intensified the flames of pleasure licking higher in her loins. 
It was then that she remembered her earlier intuition that this degrading 
experience was somehow going to destroy her... destroy everything she had 
been until then. 

"Noooooo...!" she wailed pitifully, lamenting the passing of her innocence 
as the pistoning of Chuck's steel hard penis up into her warmly welcoming 
rectum continued to stoke the lewd fires of forbidden pleasure inside her. 
She felt that her very soul was being sucked into the seething cauldron of 
her wantonly quivering flesh. 

"Bren-Brenda...!" she sobbed in one last appeal to the girl she loved, but 
when she opened her eyes again she saw there was no refuge there. Brenda had 
twisted grotesquely half onto her stomach and was frantically pumping two 
fingers up and down between her nakedly spread buttocks, plunging them as 
far up her own rectum as she could, while with the other hand she was 
feverishly rubbing her clitoris in a frenzy of shameless self-fingerfucking. 
The utter lewdness of seeing her friend reduced to a writhing lonely mass of 
frustrated flesh snapped something in Faye's mind. God, how many years 
before and after her marriage to Rich had she lain alone at night, 
surrounded by unseen but dimly felt bodies of fiercely copulating monsters 
and demons and witches, while she debased herself by her miserable efforts 
to find feeble release with her own fingers. But now she was no longer 
alone! She was where she belonged-with the demons and monsters, because what 
was Chuck Anderson with his hotly throbbing cock ramming into her rectum 
like a torture instrument from hell if he wasn't a monster! God, yes... 
ass... fuck... cock... the forbidden words streamed through her mind and 
spewed out of her lust-contorted mouth as she ground her nakedly quivering 
buttocks harder and harder back against Chuck's pounding loins, knowing 
suddenly that... that... It was there! It was there! All of the unfulfilled 
promises were suddenly there before her... she was there! 

"Yess! Yesss! Yessss!" she chanted exultantly, for the first time in her 
life she was going to cum, to really cum, to cum with a hairy monster from 
hell. "Fuck harder, Chuck! Fuck my ass harder, haaaarrrdddeeerr! 
Aaaaarrrgggghhh!" she could feel it cumming, feel it cuuuuummmmiiinnng as 
Chuck's wildly pistoning cock expanded to inhuman size deep up inside her 
quaking rectum... and the last thing she remembered was Chuck groaning, 
"Keeeerrrriiiissst!" before the first molten jets of his hotly seething 
sperm exploded deep in her entrails... and all sense of space and time was 
obliterated from her mind... as she was plunged into a blazing inferno of 
orgiastic release with her own shrill screams of delight frightening the 
game birds that had perched outside on the roof. They fluttered off... like 
her lost innocence... never again to return... 

"You bastards! You stinking bastards!" Brenda screamed. 

The bitter words fell on deaf ears. Chuck was watching his rapidly softening 
cock, still all slick and shiny with his own cum and Faye's rectal juices 
ooze limply out of her anus; it came out with a lewd sucking noise followed 
by a heavy stream of his sperm as it flowed down her wearily trembling inner 
thighs. 

Jesus, it was over, he was thinking dully to himself, for a minute there 
he'd been wondering if he was gonna make it out of this one all in one 
piece. Jesus Christ, had he ever been right that first day when he figured 
there sure must be something cooped up in a body like Faye's, sometimes he 
was so fucking right he scared the shit out of himself. Goddamn, when she'd 
started grinding down on his cock... the poor old thing was all red, 
probably be black and blue tomorrow... when she'd started milking him down 
with that tight little hairless hole of hers, he'd thought he'd go right 
through the roof. By God, that was one assfuck he wasn't about to forget in 
a hurry. It more than made up for all the strain he'd been under, saving 
Brenda's cherry little hole for Tex. What the hell was wrong with Brenda 
anyhow, he wondered, gradually becoming aware that she was screaming at him. 
She had nakedly jumped off the bed and was throwing on her clothes like a 
crazy woman, keeping up a steady tirade of cuss words, threats, and 
generally uncomplimentary remarks about the way he led life. It finally 
dawned on him that she hadn't cum! 

"Aw, shut up and calm down, will ya, Brenda?" he growled when he could 
finally get a word in edgewise. "Ain't nothin' wrong with you won't be cured 
by being the Fox in tomorrow's Hunt." 

"What...!" Brenda yelled at him, momentarily caught off guard. "Me the Fox! 
You think I'd be the Fox in your dumb Hunt, you dumb bastard... ! I'll Fox 
you, Chuck Anderson!" She shook her fist at him and stomped furiously out of 
the cabin, slamming the door behind her. Through the window Chuck could see 
her striding off in the general direction of where he'd tethered Gerty. 

"What was that all about?" Faye asked timidly. She had come to stand nakedly 
unashamed by his side, slipping her hot little hand into his hard calloused 
one. "What did she mean... the Fox?" 

"Now never you mind, Faye honey," Chuck soothed her gently. "I'll tell you 
on the way home. It looks like we'll both have to ride old Denny back... We 
better get dressed," he added huskily. His insatiable cock was beginning to 
twitch again as he felt the soft warmth of her ripe young body pressed 
against his side and noticed the way her proudly upthrust breasts rose and 
fell with her still-excited breathing. There was one helluva lot to this 
broad he didn't know Firsthand yet... but she was gonna be around for a 
while now, he reckoned. Now that she knew what it was all about, she'd be 
around. 

"I got a million things to do at the Club, honey," he explained 
apologetically to her. "Folks'll be driving in from all over the state for 
the Spring Hunt. Tomorrow's gonna be a Big Day!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Brenda jiggled the receiver hook impatiently again, and after a minute heard 
the circuit open and the operator's flat bored voice. 

"Sorry, Miss, I haven't been able to locate your party yet. I'm ringing the 
Faculty cafeteria now." The circuit closed with a discouraging click. 

Oh God, please let one of them be there, Brenda prayed to herself. She felt 
like she was going to faint, cooped up in the heat of the telephone booth, 
but she didn't dare open the door for fear one of the Club members who were 
constantly passing back and forth to the lavatories would overhear her. She 
knew what she planned was irrational, but now that she had made up her mind 
to go through with her scheme she was scared... and a little drunk too, she 
had to admit to herself. She'd drunk too goddamn much wine with dinner, on 
top of all the juleps beforehand; but after what had happened in the cabin 
that afternoon she'd really needed a lift. 

Those two bastards... fucking each other into seventh heaven while she lay 
right there under them. She could have been on the dark side of the moon for 
all they cared... the bastard-bitch-buggering couple! Well, she was gonna 
fix their wagon for them good if only she could get in touch with Faye's 
father or even her husband. She'd already rung the President's mansion three 
times with no answer and finally, in desperation, had asked the switchboard 
operator to try to locate one of them on the University grounds. 

It was all up to her now, she had realized. She certainly couldn't count on 
Faye to help her get back at Chuck anymore. Not after the way that bitch had 
responded to the crazy assfucking he'd given her that afternoon! Jesus, 
they'd both cum together within an inch of her nose, and she'd just lain 
there like an idiot trying to bring herself off instead of punching Chuck 
right square in his orange-sized balls. That would've stopped the bastard! 
But she'd been too fascinated watching what was going on. The way his huge 
thick cock finally popped through Faye's little asshole... it just didn't 
seem possible. And then when he started sawing back and forth, and that 
wantonly groaning bitch Faye humped herself at him... Brenda felt a 
vicarious thrill lancing upward in her own rectum from just thinking about 
it. Why hadn't that bastard Chuck ever fucked her back there, she'd like to 
know- "Professor Bullock here," a laconic voice abruptly announced over a 
clatter of dishes in the background. 

"Per-Professor Bullock," Brenda stuttered nervously with a sinking feeling 
in her stomach. She hadn't really thought out what she was going to say. "I 
- It's about Faye... your wife... she's out here at the Valentine Club and 
she's in danger. You've got to come out here and get her as fast as 
possible!" she finally blurted out in one breath. 

There was no immediate reply from the other end of the line, and Brenda 
heard along with the cafeteria noises a faint rhythmic crunching. He was 
chewing, the sonuvabitch was still chewing on his dinner! There was a 
distinct swallowing sound, and then the nasal New-England voice twanged 
again. 

"Who is this calling, please?" 

"I'm Brenda Holden. I work at the Valentine Club. This is no joke, 
Professor, it's serious. Something awful is going to happen to Faye if you 
don't come out and get her." Brenda tried to put as much urgency in her 
voice as possible, but the professor's clipped reply was definitely 
unconvinced. 

"Please be precise," he instructed her coldly, as if she was some dumb 
student of his. 

"She - They're gonna make her take part in an orgy! They're gonna gang-rape 
her! Chuck Anderson and Tex Greenbau and all the others. You've got to stop 
them... " 

"An orgy?" the aloof voice repealed unperturbedly. Brenda could have sworn 
he was still chewing on something. "Is Faye drunk?" 

"Yes, Professor, she doesn't know what she's doing. She's such a sweet girl, 
it'll ruin her life. They'll make her do horrible disgusting things! She'll 
never get over it. Please, Professor!" Brenda wailed, laying it on really 
thick. "You've got to come out and save her. Bring her father with you." 

"Dr. Reuben is out-of-state at present, on a fund-raising tour." Brenda 
thought she detected a trace of a sneer in the voice, which was the first 
indication that the professor had any feelings at all. "How long does it 
take to drive out there?" 

"A half hour if you step on it," Brenda answered quickly. 

"I'll be there in forty-five minutes. Thank you for calling." 

The line went dead and Brenda hung up, feeling weak in the knees. Christ, no 
wonder Faye had flipped out over Chuck after living with a cold-blooded 
prick like this professor... but anyway, he was coming and she had to get 
the ball rolling so that he would get an eye-full when he arrived. It was 
too bad Dr. Reuben wasn't coming too, but when the professor told his story 
and the newspapers started digging into what really went on at the Valentine 
Club, that should be the end of Chuck. She hoped they rode the bastard out 
of state on a rail. Feeling like a soldier about to march off into battle, 
Brenda straightened her blue organdy evening gown which just matched the 
color of her eyes and went upstairs. She was going to get her revenge on 
Chuck Anderson that very night or die trying! 

* * * 

The private dining room where Chuck, his guests and employees all ate 
democratically together was a spacious high-ceilinged rectangle running the 
entire width of the clubhouse and offering a splendid view of the rolling 
green pastures and surrounding woods. Its panelled walls were appropriately 
decorated with expensive prints of fox-hunting scenes and famous racehorses, 
and on the mantle of the vast Colonial fireplace stood numerous silver 
trophies won by past and present members of the Valentine Club in various 
sporting events. 

The sun was just setting behind the hills in a static turbulence of orange 
and crimson when Chuck, his staff, and their two guests for the evening, 
Faye Bullock and Tex Greenbau, finished off the last of the Club chef's 
rightly famous crepes Suzette and settled comfortably back in their chairs 
to enjoy demitasses of aromatic Italian coffee and large snifters of Remy 
Martin cognac. It had been quite a repast as the numerous empty bottles of 
both white and red wine still on the table attested and everyone was in a 
festive mood... 

Everyone, that is, except Brenda who had just returned to her place and was 
staring fixedly at Chuck as he regaled Faye with stories from his checkered 
past. Faye was hanging on his every word, gazing adoringly up at him, her 
wide gray eyes filled with wonder. That bitch, Brenda thought bitterly... 
that dumb-cow bitch, sitting there listening to Chuck tell his stupid lies 
as if he was the greatest thing on God's green earth. But such a beautiful 
goddamn bitch, she had to add forlornly to herself. Faye looked really 
radiant tonight; she had finally loosened her glossy black hair and brushed 
it until it floated like an ebony cloud around the delicate oval of her 
face, and from somewhere Chuck had produced an amazing black silk Chinese 
hostess grown which clung revealingly to her voluptuous curves and brought 
out the exotic side of her beauty. 

Where in hell did that rotten bastard get that gown for her? 

Brenda was wondering. She sure had never seen in around before. And that 
asinine worshipful expression on Faye's face! Chuck must have fucked her 
again on the way home, they'd taken an awful long time getting back. That 
must be it... he'd fucked her again, probably in the cunt this time. Just 
that one assfucking couldn't accomplish this miracle, transform the proud 
aristocratic Faye Bullock into a doting idiotic slave. Or could it? She 
didn't really know, Brenda reminded herself grimly, and it was getting about 
time to find out. The professor was due in twenty minutes or so and she 
wanted things to be in full swing when he pushed open the dining room door. 
She swigged down a heavy belt of cognac and glanced around her, wondering 
which one of the lecherous bastards at the table would grab her first, Tex 
or Ron or Andy? She hoped it wouldn't be Sam again, not that she held 
anything against him personally; actually she almost felt affection for the 
cocky little runt. He was sitting at the far end of the table on the other 
side of Faye, all spruced up and perched on the edge of his chair like a 
bantam rooster, refusing to be served any cognac. 

"I ain't hadda drink of hard liquor since I... "the little man trailed off 
in mid-sentence, darting a furtive look down at Brenda, then actually 
blushing to the general merriment of all the men. 

"How long did you say it's been since you had a drink, Sam?" Chuck asked 
slyly. 

"Goddamn near two weeks," Sam boasted loudly. 

"Well, Sam," Chuck drawled, "I'll tell you what. You stay off the booze two 
more weeks, you can start ridin' for me again. How'd you like that?" 

"By God, you mean it, Chuck?" the little man exclaimed boisterously. "Well, 
I'll drink to that!" He grabbed up a decanter of water, splashed some in his 
snifter and hoisted a toast. "Here's to Sam Crothers, kiddoes! More over 
Willy Shoemaker, I'm coming back!" 

They all drank enthusiastically to the toast except Brenda who had turned 
deathly pale. The moment of truth had come. 

"Why didn't you finish what you were saying, Sam!" she spat viciously at the 
little man. "You haven't had a drink since when? Since you fucked me? Since 
the night Chuck Anderson made me suck your cock until it finally got hard 
enough for you to fuck me, you runty little bastard!" 

"You enjoyed it, cunt!" Sam croaked back at her in an outraged voice. "You 
enjoyed it, you bitch!" 

"You're goddamn right I enjoyed it!" Brenda yelled. "And I hope all you 
other bastards enjoyed it too! You were all out there watching, weren't you? 
You think you saw something then!" she ranted on wildly, glaring around the 
table at their astonished faces and noting a glint of amusement in Chuck's 
eyes. "You haven't seen anything yet! I'm the Fox, you bastards! I'm the 
Fox, and the Hunt's starting early this year!" 

Before they knew what she was doing she was up on the table, stamping her 
heels in a fierce staccato flamenco rhythm, snapping her fingers and hiking 
up her skirt while her flying feet kicked plates and half-filled wine 
glasses spinning off in all directions. 

"Ole!" 

Valdez with his Latin temperament was the first to recover his wits. "Ole, 
chica! Go, baby, go!" he shouted encouragingly, beginning to clap his hands 
like rapid-fire pistol shots on the off-beat of the thudding rhythm. Within 
seconds, they were all uproariously clapping and beating time with spoons on 
cups and glasses, as Brenda exploded down the length of the table, m 
whirling like a mad dervish. 

"Ole! Ole!" 

they chanted as she began switching her skirt from side to side, jerking it 
higher and higher until it was obvious she was wearing no panties underneath 
and they could see the enticing undercurves of her rounded buttocks and then 
flashing golden fleece up between her legs... 

"Take it off! Take it off!" they were shouting and hands were beginning to 
reach out to pinch and poke her as she spun deliriously around faster and 
faster, so dizzy with dancing and wine and the din they were making that she 
no longer knew which end of the table she was at. Their lewdly expectant 
faces were nothing but a blur now, pinwheeling around her. Brenda remembered 
throwing her dress high in the air where it seemed to stay floating all by 
itself, then she was half-falling, half being pulled off the table into 
strong arms which lowered her face down onto the soft thick pile of the rug. 
She was dimly aware of her hips being lifted and her buttocks being pried 
apart, and something moist and warm and hard slipping between them... and 
thinking Good!... just before she blacked out. 

* * * 

So many wildly exciting things had happened to Faye already today that she 
was sure nothing could ever shock or surprise her again. But when Brenda, 
without warning, jumped up on the table and started doing that weird insane 
dance, and suddenly everybody seemed to go crazy, whooping and clapping 
their hands and pulling off their clothes like madmen, well... she was glad 
Chuck was there to take care of her. And what was that Brenda had said about 
being forced to suck Sam Crothers' cock? Did that mean that the penis she 
had seen in Brenda's mouth that first night wasn't Chuck's after all, but 
that funny little bald-headed man's? 

That struck Faye as really being pretty funny and she started to giggle. She 
took a sip of the cognac, but couldn't stop giggling... not even when Tex 
Greenbau, slobbering like a dog, got down on his hands and knees and started 
to lick Brenda's anus right there in front of everyone. In fact, it only 
made her giggle louder because Tex was trying to undress himself with one 
hand at the same time, and he just couldn't do it. She could see the 
tremendous bulge in his pants where his fully erected penis was trying to 
get out, and finally he jumped up to his feet like an eighteen year old boy 
and started literally ripping his clothes off. Brenda seemed to have passed 
out but that didn't make any difference to Tex. As soon as his long hard 
cock was free for action, he dropped to his knees between her legs again... 

Faye's view of what was going on was suddenly blocked by the olive-skinned 
man, Andy, who appeared stark naked in front of her, suggestively stroking 
an enormous erection and smiling invitingly at her with sparkling liquid 
eyes. It's almost, Faye thought, as if he's asking me for the next dance. 
Smiling her refusal at him to show there was no offense, she reached for 
Chuck's hand... but he was already getting up. 

"Chuck!" she cried after him, abruptly sobering up a little as her protector 
moved away from her. 

"Later, baby," he tossed back over his shoulder. "Be nice to Andy and Ron." 

What did he mean, "Be nice to Andy and Ron?" Did he really expect her to... 
do something with them, Faye wondered, when all she wanted to do was to be 
with him? The I memory of everything that had happened to her that afternoon 
flooded back into her mind with a rush of vivid detail. God! Chuck's penis 
had gotten hard again as they rode back to the Club together on old Duke. 
She had been wedged on the saddle in front of him and had distinctly felt 
his cock hardening and throbbing against her back. The knowledge that she 
could affect a man like Chuck that way so soon after the incredible orgasm 
they had just shared together made her fee! like a real woman for the first 
time in her life. 

On the way back he had told her a story about the woman who had seduced him 
when he was an innocent fifteen year old stable boy... a Mrs. Verdos... how 
she had "sucked his cock," that was the expression he used. Faye had wanted 
to stop and try cocksucking right then and there but he said no, they would 
do it tonight. She had been looking forward to it so... God, she couldn't 
wait to have that huge, wonderfully throbbing penis in her mouth for it had 
changed her whole life that afternoon. What just that morning she would have 
considered the most disgusting, degrading act possible she now thought of as 
a beautiful natural proof of love... 

She noticed that the man called Andy had sat down on her right, still 
stroking his thick hard penis, and that the other man, Ron, also stark 
naked, had pulled up a chair on her left. She couldn't help sneaking a look 
at his penis to compare it with Andy's. Ron was a big-boned husky man, while 
Andy was of a slighter build, but their cocks were about the same length and 
thickness though of different shades of color. She had to fight down a 
lunatic urge to reach out and grab both their cocks, one in each hand, 
like... like handlebars or something. She drank some more cognac, 
suppressing another nervous giggle, and looked around for Chuck. He was 
stark naked now, too, and was kneeling beside the unconscious Brenda, 
holding a snifter up to her lips. 

* * * 

When the raw cognac jolted Brenda back to consciousness, her first impulse 
was to lash out and scratch the hated face leaning over her... but she 
controlled it, knowing from experience how physically helpless she was with 
Chuck. 

"Go away," she hissed at him vehemently. "I'll fuck anybody but you." 

"Okay." He shrugged, starting to rise. His voice was indifferent, neutral, 
but somehow Brenda sensed that this wasn't the same as that other time when 
he'd walked away and left her alone with Sam... that if she let him go this 
time he would never come near her again. Suddenly the dam of her true 
feelings boiled forth in a flood of hot tears. 

"No! Chuck, please, I take it back. I want you to fuck me," she cried, 
reaching out to him in total surrender. 

"Right here? In front of all these people?" he asked grimly, letting his 
irritation with her show for the first time. 

"Yes, yes, I don't care about that anymore. Fuck me now, Chuck, fuck me 
now!" 

"It's about time you got over that bullshit," he growled, roughly pulling 
apart her knees and dropping his hips between them. His thick cock stiff 
with lust and still inflamed from the afternoon session with Faye's tight 
little anus was jutting out like the bowsprit of a ship, ready to go again. 
Brenda felt the hard rubbery head sliding easily through the outer lips of 
her eagerly throbbing pussy and was surprised at how moist and 
well-lubricated she already was. 

Oh God yes! She remembered, someone Had been sucking and licking her anal 
crevice down there just before she passed out. What had they done to her 
body while she was unconscious, she wondered, feeling a sudden return of 
shame, She had worked herself up to behave like the lowest most degraded 
whore in the world, but that had been when she still thought she hated 
Chuck... but now? 

No, no, she told herself, she must learn to stop thinking that way, she 
would lose Chuck if she didn't and she was ready to bear any humiliation to 
keep him... to keep that big pleasure-giving cock of his cumming and cumming 
inside of her. She could feel it pressuring against the quivering entrance 
of her long-neglected vagina, and little rippling thrills of delicious 
sensation were beginning to ebb and flow through her naked young body again 
as he began to nudge his way up into her secret flesh up between her legs. 
Oh, it was worth it, anything was worth it, it had been so long since she 
had felt him there... a whole month, counting the trip... and then these 
past two weeks of pure hell... but what did all that matter? She had him in 
her arms again! 

"Oh, Chuck, I love you so much," she breathed ecstatically, reaching down to 
tug at his muscular buttocks, wanting all of his hot, oak-hard cock inside 
her cunt right away, but he continued to hold back, rotating the swollen 
glans tantalizingly just inside her vagina. Then she felt his weight slip 
off her as he eased over onto his side, pulling her with him so that his 
thick cock-head remained solidly lodged just inside her clasping pussy 
mouth. 

"You don't mind if my old friend Tex Greenbau joins us, do you, Brenda?" she 
heard Chuck ask and felt strange fingers probing between her buttocks. 

"N-n-no-oo, not if you want him to, Chuck," she quavered, instinctively 
stiffening her hungrily quivering body against the rear attack in spite of 
her resolves. God, he had done it again! Like with Sam! He had softened her 
up for someone else! But no, on second thought this time was different. He 
wasn't leaving her! She could still feel his lust-swollen cock-head jerking 
just inside her greedily welcoming cunt. He must have a reason for making 
her do these awful things. She just had to trust him, that was all. 

"Don't fight it, Brenda," Tex Greenbau advised her in his lazy drawl as he 
lay down in back of her. "This is gonna hurt me more than it does you. 
Goddamighty!" He gave a low whistle as she relaxed a little, and he 
succeeded in prying apart her tightly clenched ass cheeks. "Would you look 
at that beautiful little asshole. I can tell it's a cherry, ain't it honey?" 

Brenda anxiously searched Chuck's face for a clue of what he really felt for 
her, some sign of tenderness... anything, even scorn or hatred, but it was 
like looking at a block of granite. There was nothing, except deep in his 
tawny eyes a glint of something. What? She didn't know, and in a flash of 
insight realized that she never would know. He was almost as much a stranger 
to her as the man lying on his side behind her, and she would never possess 
him the way he possessed her. Sadly she closed her eyes and buried her face 
against his neck, trying to prepare herself for what was to come. 
Immediately she felt something hard and hotly throbbing slide into the 
trembling crevice between her ass cheeks, and a flurry of fear stirred in 
her belly as she remembered the searing stab of pain when Sam first jabbed 
his finger up there... and this was no finger! It felt so big back there, 
even bigger than Chuck's penis. But there was nothing she could do about it! 

"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhh!" she screamed, as at some unseen signal both Chuck and 
Tex rammed their long hard cocks into her simultaneously. "Nooooo! Jesus, 
stooooppp...!" Her brutally skewered body thrashed wildly against the 
merciless double impalement, and she was totally submerged in blinding pain, 
as if she had been tossed into a vat of molten metal! At the same time, 
though, she felt an upward surge of masochistic release, a sense of her mind 
soaring high above her futilely flailing body, almost enjoying its 
suffering. Then Chuck began fucking into her wildly bucking cunt with hard 
brutal strokes and she realized that only the huge head of Tex Greenbau's 
cock had penetrated her painfully stretched rectum. There was still a long 
way to go in that direction. Gingerly, as the first shock waves of pain 
subsided and her cock widened anus adjusted itself to the throbbing alien 
presence embedded in it, Brenda began very slowly and timidly at first, then 
more and more boldly, to screw her buttocks back on Tex's rigidly impaling 
penis. It hurts! God how it hurts... ! Faye's earlier whimpers echoed in her 
ears, and even while each new thrust into her pain-clenched rectum was still 
lacerating every nerve-end in her body, she was thinking triumphantly to 
herself: If that bitch Faye can do it, I can too... and do it better! 

* * * 

Faye had felt a rage of pure female jealousy when Chuck with his great 
wonderfully thick cock jutting stiffly out in front of him had climbed down 
between Brenda's legs and started to fuck into her greedy little cunt. Then, 
when the man called Tex had also thrust into Brenda's anus from the rear, 
the incredible spectacle of the beautiful young blonde lewdly and helplessly 
sandwiched between two powerful men had transformed her jealousy into 
prurient fascination. God, she was discovering new appetites and desires in 
herself so fast that her dazed brain could hardly keep up with their 
meaning. She was actually sitting there between two naked strangers as if 
she were in a theater, watching the brutal public debasement of the girl who 
only that afternoon she had thought she loved more than anyone else on 
earth. Not only watching it, but enjoying it with invigorating tingles of 
lascivious excitement racing through her veins. Her breath was coming faster 
and faster in sympathy with the accelerating rhythm of the .three wildly 
buffeting bodies now at her feet, and she felt all her senses being honed to 
razor sharpness in preparation for whatever new delight was to come. But 
there was no hurry, she could wait while her excitement grew. 

In a sharp lurid fantasy fired by all the wine and cognac she had drunk, 
Faye suddenly saw herself as the all-powerful Empress of a pagan oriental 
court, and the bestial coupling of the three gasping wretches in front of 
her was the lust-projection of her wanton imperial will... a command 
performance staged by abject slaves for her private titillation... and the 
nakedly panting men on either side of her were also slaves whose sole duty 
it was to stimulate and try to satisfy the unquenchable imperial appetite 
for strange and novel carnal aberrations. 

When she felt their hot hands gliding up the silken skin of her inner thighs 
and their rough slave fingers pinching and fondling and dipping into her 
panties, she spread her legs far apart to make their task easier. In a few 
moments one of these grovelling slaves was going to have the privilege of 
sucking her royal vagina, but she really hadn't decided which one it was to 
be yet. Meanwhile she kept her attention fixed on the virtuoso performance 
of the three wildly fucking bodies galvanized by satanic lust on the floor 
in front of the throne. With the detached appreciation of a connoisseur she 
admired the thickness and turgid length of the two rigid penises glistening 
wetly with cuntal and rectal secretions as they alternately emerged from the 
adjoining orifices of the poor female slave sweating and grunting at her 
feet... 

"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhh...!" came the wild banshee-like scream of the woman 
slave as she apparently approached her climax. "Fuck harder! Fuck my ass 
harderrrrr, Tex!" 

Imagined bravoes and thunderous applause were echoing in Faye's feverish 
mind when she heard a far-away voice hiss. 

"Lemme suck her cunt first!" 

There was a slave's head between her legs, she realized, a head covered with 
coarse reddish-brown hair about the color and texture of old Duke's, mane, 
and her panties had disappeared somewhere. The head was nuzzling up between 
her legs, and something warm and moist and deliciously soft was swabbing at 
the thinly bearded lips of her pussy, inching its wet way toward the 
quivering hypersensitive bud of her clitoris. Shamelessly she splayed her 
thighs even further apart, sliding her buttocks up to the very edge of the 
chair so that her whole eagerly throbbing cuntal plane was wide open to him. 

And then as if all her wonderfully erotic fantasies had suddenly 
materialized, the so-often dreamed-of tongue was eagerly licking and the hot 
lips passionately sucking her swelling little organ that for two weeks she 
had been drubbing and torturing in her pitiful solitary attempts at 
self-release. It made no difference that it was Ron Fuller's tongue instead 
of Brenda's, it was still so ecstatic. God, every nerve-end in her sensually 
awakened body was vibrating with each stroke of that laving tongue. The 
powerful suction of Ron's mouth on her throbbing little clitoris was 
creating a vacuum deep up in her cunt that she knew only a big pistoning 
cock spouting thick creamy cum could ever fill. But there was still plenty 
of time before that... 

Faye closed her eyes and leaned back dreamily, savoring each delicate nuance 
of sensation the expert tongue licking up between her wide-spread legs was 
bringing to the surface of her consciousness. It was so different from the 
volcanic earthshaking eruption she had experienced deep in her bowels that 
afternoon, subtler, more esoteric! She had so much to learn about her own 
pleasure-seeking body... and men's bodies. Brazenly, without even opening 
her eyes, she reached to her right and tenderly closed her fingers around 
the rockhard shaft of Andy's warmly pulsating penis, feeling it jerk and 
throb as she stroked it and gently squeezed the excitement-moistened head 
with her finger tips. She knew she was going to suck it in a little while. 
She didn't really know how, of course, never having done it before, but 
after that afternoon she knew her long-suppressed sensuality would properly 
guide her tongue and mouth when the time came. 

"Madre de Dios," she heard Andy mutter. "Let us make ourselves more 
comfortable, amigo!" Then Ron's head was withdrawn from between her legs and 
strong hands pulled her forward so that she was positioned with her elbows 
and knees on the thick-piled rug and her voluptuously rounded ass cheeks 
high in the air. Andy's sinewy legs were stretched wide outside her arms, 
and he was aiming his massively throbbing cock directly at her half-opened 
and salivating mouth. A little drop of semen glittered like a pearl in the 
tiny slit at the end of the swollen purplish head, and with a will of its 
own her tongue flicked out and deftly licked away the miniscule droplet 
which was immediately replaced by another welling up along his sperm canal 
from his cum-filled balls. 

"Aaaaahhhh," Andy breathed admiringly. 

"Now you suck my cock, senora mas bonita, madonna of my dreams! You suck 
Andy's cock for him good... Si?" 

"Siiii!" Faye hissed at him and with a toss of her heavy black mane of hair 
she bent forward with flared nostrils and watering mouth to taste fully for 
the first time in her life the pungent tang of aroused male genitals. "In my 
cunt!" she shot back over her shoulder at Ron whose hard rubbery cockhead 
she could feel prodding close to the tight puckered ring of her anus. "Fuck 
me in my cunt," she directed boldly, half the Empress of her fantasy again. 
"I've already had Chuck up my ass today." 

"You're the boss, lady," Ron grinned obligingly at her, and she felt him 
guiding the bulbous, mushroomed head of his penis toward her eagerly dilated 
vaginal opening. Ah yes, this is it, I'm going to get fucked at both ends in 
a befittingly royal style, Faye thought incoherently to herself, half out of 
her mind with licentious craving which was fed back and amplified a thousand 
times by the lewd salacious images flashing through her wine-enflamed brain. 

God! If Rich could only see her like that, kneeling between the big hard 
cocks of these two lusty grooms... poor Rich with his tiny prick and sneaky 
little masturbations. She knew that from now on she could never hope for any 
kind of sexual gratification from her husband. Chuck Anderson, with his 
sadistically wonderful rape of her backside had opened the Pandora's box of 
her eroticism, and all her secret jinns and demons and nagging devils were 
free now to goad her on from one oral-anal-sodomizing fornication to another 
and she loved it! God, she never wanted to stop! With a little moan as Ron's 
heavy shaft plowed far up inside her wetly palpitating vagina from the rear, 
she closed her soft warm lips around the spongy head of Andy's penis and 
began to avidly lick and suck it, following an instinct as old as mankind. 

* * * 

Helene Greenbau was sitting in her car, enjoying a last quiet cigarette by 
herself before plunging into the hubbub and excitement which always reigned 
at the Valentine Club on the eve of a Spring Hunt, when she noticed a taxi 
stop just outside the crowded parking area. A man got out and instead of 
walking toward the broad brilliantly-lit steps which led up to the 
white-columned veranda and entrance to the Club, he moved furtively along 
behind a row of parked cars, apparently headed for the stables. 

He definitely was not a member of the Club. One quick glance had told Helene 
that. Not only did she know every member by sight, she had fucked them all 
more than once in the ten years since her initiation as the Fox and could 
have given an accurate rundown on each of their individual preferences, 
capacities, and overall performance... in or out of bed. 

Quietly she got out of her car and followed the suspicious-looking stranger. 
Although she herself had personally convinced Dr. Reuben that his proposed 
muck-raking campaign would definitely not improve his chances of remaining 
President of State University, she didn't trust the greedy double-dealing 
sonuvabitch any farther than she could throw him. It was just possible that 
he had sent someone out to snoop around the Club in spite of his promises. 
It didn't seem likely, though, that he would send someone who didn't know 
the layout of the grounds... which this man obviously didn't. He hesitated 
uncertainly at the corner of the clubhouse, then finally turned into the 
gravelled walk which ran along in front of the stalls. 

When the first horse whinnied at him, he jumped about ten feet in the air 
and dodged back plunk into Helene's waiting arms. Through his tweed jacket 
she actually felt the shape of his skinny ribs against the resilient mounds 
of her large firm breasts before he bounced back off her. 

"Can I help you?" she asked, chuckling in her low sultry voice but holding 
tightly onto his jacket sleeve nevertheless. 

"Ohh, pahdon me!" the skinny man apologized in a supercilious nasal twang. 
"I was, ah, looking for the service entrance." 

"What are you delivering?" Helene asked, giving him the old whammy with her 
best come-hither smile. There was no service entrance, of course. Deliveries 
were made straight to the kitchen door at the back of the Club. 

"Well, ah, nothing riiiily. I'm eckshually looking for my wife, Faye 
Bullock, and I was told by a Miss or Mrs. Holden... to, ah, use the service 
entrance. I'm Professor Bullock," the fellow added, obviously flustered as 
much by Helene's abundant and well-displayed charms as by the penetrating 
scrutiny of her green eyes. 

"Why did Miss Holden call you, Professor?" Helene questioned, acting 
innocent. She immediately guessed the reason Chuck called her that evening 
to bring her up to date on the progress of his scheme to break Brenda of her 
childish jealousy habit. 

"Well, ah, she said that my wife was in danger of becoming involved in an, 
ah... orgy," the professor droned in an embarrassed tone. 

"And you came to save your poor wife from a fate worse than death!" Helene 
exclaimed sympathetically. 

"Well, no," the professor rejoined. "Eckshually, I thought I might like to 
take part in an orgy with Faye, y'know. Our, uh, sex life at home is, ah, 
not very satisfactory. In feet, you might say it, ah, stinks!" 

"Hmmmmmmm," Helene murmured throatily, taking a new look at the professor's 
frail frame. He certainly was a skinny one, but she knew from experience you 
could never tell from the outside. "Well, come along, Professor," she smiled 
warmly at him, taking his arm and steering him toward Chuck's private 
entrance. "Maybe we can solve your little problem." 

When they reached the dining room door which was thoroughly soundproofed, 
she paused with her hand on the knob and said, "Good luck, Professor. You're 
on your own now." 

"Ohhhh... aren't you coming in?" he asked in an obviously disappointed 
voice. 

"Sorry...!" Helene laughed mischievously. "I've got a date right now, but 
perhaps we'll meet later on!" With that she yanked open and pushed the 
Professor into the room, catching just a glimpse of the salacious tableau... 
little Sam stark naked with an enormous hard-on cavorting up and down the 
dining room table, yelling encouragement to the two sets of obscenely linked 
threesomes writhing and groaning on the floor amid the debris of broken 
plates and smashed glasses. Just before the door clicked to, Helene heard 
the Professor say in a tone of mild disbelief, "My word!" 

She grinned to herself and went downstairs to the ballroom where the 
orchestra was already warming up for the pre-Hunt dance. She rather liked 
the Professor's cool, unruffled spirit. She wondered if he could ride a 
horse? 

* * * 

Bravo! Faye thought as she heard Brenda begin to babble hysterically... "Oh 
Jesus! Oh God! Oh Jesus! Fm cumming! Ohhhhhhh Godddddddd, I'm 
cuuuum-mmminnnnggggg...!" and Tex's long drawn-out "Sheeeeiiiitttt!" 
mingling with Chuck's guttural gasping groan of relief. 

Bravo! She thought. Her three slaves had climaxed together and were lying 
nakedly collapsed against each other in spent exhaustion, but she was going 
to show them how a real woman... an Empress... could bring off two men and 
then be ready for two more, and two more after that. And even a woman or two 
for a touch of variety, she added, remembering how Brenda had responded to 
her intuitive tongue-fucking and begged so pathetically for more. But 
sucking a cunt was nothing compared to feeling a warm throbbing cock slide 
along your tongue and ramming deep into your throat. God, there was nothing 
like it! 

Andy's hands were frantically tangling in her hair, and he was pulling her 
urgently down so that her nose was burying itself in the wiry black curls 
around the thick base of his cock each time she pumped down the whole wetly 
glistening length of it with her ovalled lips. Actually, though, there was 
no need for him to pull her down, she could take all of his hotly pulsating 
penis in her mouth and throat with the greatest of ease and pleasure. He 
tasted so good and salty! On each outstroke she gave a little; swipe of her 
tongue to the sensitive underside of his cock, licking upward where the 
droplets of semen were constantly reforming in the little slit at the end of 
the glans. 

She could hardly wait for the whole frothing load to shoot into her mouth! 
It wouldn't be long, she knew. Her vibrantly alive body was already so 
perfectly attuned to the needs and desires of this strange man that she 
could clearly sense the explosive charge building in his cum-filled balls. 
And from the way Ron's tightly clenched fingers were gouging deep into her 
buttocks and his thickly heated cock was slamming faster and faster into her 
cunt from behind, she judged he couldn't be far from cumming either. They 
were a good team, these two grooms, just what she needed to warm her up for 
Chuck and Tex, she decided, experimentally relaxing and contracting her 
cuntal muscles around Ron's wildly plunging shaft in a way that from one 
second to the next reduced the red haired man to drooling babbling idiot... 

"Ohhhh... ! Aaaagghhh! No... ! Hold it! Aaaagghh! Oh gawwwdddd! I'm 
CUUUUMMMMIINNNNGGG!" he moaned confusedly. Faye felt his thick burgeoning 
cock begin to jerk and spew its hot foaming liquid deep up inside her belly, 
blossoming into the savage jungle flower of her own orgasm which she had 
thought she could control at will but which, at the first life-giving 
spatter of Ron's semen, burst into wild uncontrollable growth racing through 
her veins and arteries like tangled vines darkening her mind. And then her 
greedily sucking mouth was half-full of Andy's boiling cum before she 
realized that the olive-skinned man's loins were bucking and jerking 
spastically against her chin like a man in a seizure. 

"God... God... God... damn!" he barked, trying to spit out some 
unintelligible word as Faye continued to suck his wildly ejaculating cock. 
She eagerly swallowed his gushing sperm, pulling the tight oval of her mouth 
all the way up to the end of his jerking cockhead until no more droplets 
appeared in its tiny slit and Andy was sucked dry. 

"Goddamn... " he finally managed to bring out the word in a long shuddering 
sigh when her voraciously sucking lips at last released his rapidly 
dwindling member. 

* * * 

Faye was still panting heavily in the after-throes of her first-ever vaginal 
orgasm when her passion-glazed eyes perceived a pair of knobbly bare feet 
standing near her head. They were too small to belong to Chuck or Tex, her 
instantly alerted mind decided, so they must be the little bald-headed 
man's... Sam. 

"Get down here," she ordered imperiously, still kneeling and not looking up 
and at once narrow loins and a thin rigid penis slid into position under her 
nose. She circled the base of the penis with her thumb and middle finger, 
raking the matted pubic curls lightly with her sharp nails. Either her 
imagination had really played tricks on her when she had watched Brenda suck 
Sam in the harness room that night, or this smallish cock wasn't Sam's at 
all. But what really caught her attention was the enormous scrotum sagging 
heavily down from the cock onto the rug. God, this man's balls are bigger 
than Chuck's or Tex's... ! No doubt about it, whoever he was, he had the 
most spectacular pair of testicles in the room! There must be an 
inexhaustible supply of cum up there, and at the moment that was exactly 
what the lust-crazed young wife wanted more than anything else in the 
world... more good hot cum pumping into her greedily sucking mouth. Andy's 
generous contribution had merely whetted her appetite. She had years to make 
up for... right? 

Wonderingly, the naked young wife reached out cup the huge sac of the 
stranger's heavily swaying balls in her hand, giving them a gentle squeeze 
and darting her tongue toward the wet, visibly pulsing head of his cock to 
give it a tentative swab. Immediately he went berserk! His hands shot out to 
grab two painful fistfuls of her hair and jam her startled mouth down the 
whole length of his meager penis which immediately began to spout like a 
geyser! Before she knew it, Faye was frantically gulping down long seething 
interminable spurts of cum which filled her mouth faster than she could 
swallow it all and dripped down her chin onto his churning balls. God, he 
must have been saving that load up for years, she thought, feeling almost 
relieved when his cock gave a last reluctant lurch and finally subsided. But 
whoever it was hadn't had enough by any means. No sooner had his rapidly 
deflating cock squished out of Faye's mouth than he had swapped ends and was 
burrowing his way under her belly up toward her warmly quivering cunt which 
he began to suck and spear with his tongue, biting it with sharp little 
nibbles like a mad cannibal... 

Faye gave a little shiver. The face which was now buried between her thighs 
had passed in a blur, but the frail body tensed between her arms was 
undeniable evidence that the crazy man greedily eating away at her wetly 
throbbing cunt was her husband! 

"Rich...!" the nakedly kneeling brunette wailed in sheer bewilderment at 
this mind-boggling apparition. "What are you doing here?" 

Looking back between her ripely swinging breasts she caught a brief glimpse 
of his wild bloodshot blue eyes and contorted mouth as he broke off his 
feverish ministrations to her vagina long enough to say, "Sucking your cunt, 
you bitch! Now you start sucking my cock again." 

"But you just came in my mouth. I can't get it hard again," she observed 
stupidly, at a loss for anything else to say. 

"Just suck it, you bitch!" Rich screamed at her before disappearing between 
her thighs again. "I've been waiting all my life for this!" 

Faye looked down and saw to her amazement that his penis actually was 
already hard again. Maybe it wasn't the biggest cock in the world, she 
thought, but those balls... those fantastic sperm-laden balls. Why hadn't 
she ever noticed them before? Poor dear Rich... he had been just as starved 
for sex as she was. Thank God they had found out in time. 

Tenderly she took his warmly throbbing cock in her mouth again and began to 
suck it with all her recently acquired skill. Hearing voices and the clink 
of glasses at the table, she bent to her task with redoubled energy, 
thinking... Let them drink their stupid cognac, I have something better! 

EPILOGUE "And when Faye Bullock and her mad-professor husband started 
sixty-nining it right in front of us all... "Brenda Holden laughed, looking 
with sparkling eyes at the beautiful flame-haired woman in bed beside her. 
"Why then I knew anything in the world was possible." 

"Anything in Chuck Anderson's world, anyhow," Helene Greenbau concurred 
wholeheartedly, returning the warmth of the blonde girl's smile with her 
own. As one person both women turned to glance down at Chuck's burly 
sleeping form which sprawled like an immovable rock over half the huge bed, 
then looked understandingly back at each other. "You're really sure you 
don't mind me sleeping here with you tonight?" Helene added a little 
doubtfully. "If I know Tex, he'll be giving Faye and the Professor lessons 
until it's Hunt time." 

"Oh no, Helene, I don't mind!" Brenda exclaimed happily. "I'm all over that 
stupid jealousy now, really I am. I know no one woman could ever keep Chuck 
to herself." 

"I'm glad," Helene said. "I was hoping all along you'd be part of our 
family. And there's something else. I'd like to thank you for... Restoring 
Sam Crother to the human race. Maybe it's my maternal instinct, but I've 
always had a terrible itch for that little bastard." 

"Well," Brenda giggled girlishly, "it wasn't exactly my idea, you know." 

"I know." Helene squeezed Brenda's hand sympathetically. "But if you think 
what Chuck did to you was bad, you should hear how he took me apart and put 
me together again when I was about your age. But now, my dear, if you're 
going to be a good Fox tomorrow, you should get some sleep." 

"Oh tell me what he did now, Helene," Brenda begged excitedly. 

"I'll tell you some day, honey, but now you should try to sleep. It's a long 
long story." Helene smiled a quiet secret smile to herself and switched out 
the light. 


THE END
