The Teen-Age Gardener
by Samantha Blake
(BSS-681T)


Chapter One 

Randy Webb stood up, wiped the streams of perspiration from his sun-reddened 
face, and then cleaned his oil-covered hands on the faded denim of his 
patched blue jeans. It was hot as hell, the middle of July, and Randy's 
young mind was rebelling at having to work out in the broiling sun rather 
than being at the beach, where being roasted alive made some sense. With a 
sigh of resignation, the husky teenager bent to the recalcitrant lawnmower, 
flicked the choke in, and pulled with all his might on the flimsy lawnmower 
cord. 

Randy was strong for his sixteen years, strong and powerfully built. The 
past two years of working out with weights for his high school football team 
had honed his naturally husky frame into the muscled and bronzed figure of a 
man ten years older. His sandy blonde hair and tanned skin seemed to 
advertise his southern California origins, and the somewhat hard, wary gaze 
out of his steel blue eyes testified to the early maturity which his lower 
class life had forced upon him. 

The lawnmower didn't start, as it hadn't for the past half hour, and Randy 
cursed under his breath with youthful fervor. With one last angry jerk, the 
muscled teen-ager gave the mechanical monster a final tug, and then went 
sprawling in the uncut grass as the starter cord broke, unwound like a 
striking snake, and left its victim clutching nothing but air as he tumbled 
backward in a ludicrous somersault. Immediately he got up, this time with an 
audible curse, and threw the cord at the mower in anger and disgust. 

"What's the matter, Randy?" 

Randy straightened up as the voice of Mrs. Jean Lincoln came from the patio 
at the side of the house. He'd been doing gardening work at the Lincoln's 
all summer, as well as at a lot of other homes in that upper middle class 
suburb of Los Angeles. It sort of bothered the youngster to come all the way 
from his own rundown neighborhood on the bus to work four days a week in 
this moneyed neighborhood, but he had to if he was going to get enough money 
to move out of his parents' house. What was worse, though, was having to 
tell Mrs. Lincoln that he'd broken her damn lawnmower: It made him feel like 
a little slum kid who has to apologize for breaking an expensive vase or 
something. 

'The goddamned lawnmower won't start, Mrs. Lincoln," the teen-ager yelled as 
he moved across the backyard toward the side patio. 

"What's wrong with it?" 

"Aw, I think it's in the fuel line, but now I've gone and busted the fucking 
starter cord." 

Randy came around the side of the house, and stopped as he saw the lovely 
Mrs. Jean Lincoln, standing bare-shouldered, in the process of removing her 
bathrobe. He stopped and gaped, and it was a second before he realized that 
she had a bikini bathing suit on under the robe, and that she must have been 
coming out to sun. He suddenly realized with amusement that Mrs. Lincoln 
must have seen his unabashed stare, for she quickly shrugged the robe back 
up on her shoulders, and straightened herself up on the patio 
with-embarrassed modesty. 

"You shouldn't curse like that, Randy," the beautiful blonde said properly. 
"Certainly not at your age, anyway." 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the youth replied with a grin. "I must have lost my 
head." 

"Obviously, you're upset with the lawnmower, but that's no excuse ..." 

"No, Ma'am, 'course not. I didn't mean to say it, it just sorta slipped 
out." 

Randy watched as the half-clothed woman regained her composure, and then 
seated herself with conscious precision on a canvas deck chair. 

"Now. You said you broke the starter on the mower?" 

"That's right, the cord." 

"Can you fix it?" 

"Naw, it'll have to go to the repair shop for that." Mrs. Lincoln paused, 
muttered something to herself about how new the machine was, and then turned 
back to him. 

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it, I guess. Will it be hard to fix?" 

Randy grinned. Women never knew anything about fixing things. They were 
hardly good for anything, he thought with his teen-age perspective - except 
for fucking, of course. 

"Naw, you just take it into the shop tomorrow morning, it should only take 
'em about thirty minutes to fix. Then, if you want, I'll come back out 
Sunday to finish the mowing." 

"Oh, that would be perfect. Tomorrow Mr. Lincoln and I will be out at the 
beach. Sunday would be perfect. But how about a Coke or something? Just to 
give you a break?" 

"Sure, Mrs. Lincoln, that'd be great." 

The young teen-ager gave her a big grin, which the bikini-clad woman 
returned self-consciously before she turned into the house. Randy watched 
her go, his youthful eyes drawn like magnets to the gently swaying moons of 
her undulating buttocks under the robe as she moved through the back screen 
door and into the kitchen. Wow, the husky youth thought to himself with 
adolescent fervor, would he like to get his hands on a little piece of Mrs. 
Lincoln's tail! Oh, he'd had plenty of girls already, in spite of his 
relatively young age: It seemed like all the girls that hung around his 
housing project were just hot as shit to get their hands down some guy's 
pants. And he'd even had a few older women too; well two, anyway, he 
admitted to himself. But he'd had to pay for both of them. 

No, he'd never had a chance to get close to someone as sexy as Mrs. Jean 
Lincoln, but that didn't keep him from hoping. Maybe it was just his 
imagination, but he was sure he'd caught her looking at him pretty strangely 
a couple of times, like she liked the look of his bare chest as he worked 
around her yard on really hot days. Oh, he knew enough about women already 
to know when they were looking at him that way - and he was starting to 
realize just what a boon his naturally mature build had on older women 
especially. His thoughts again turned to Mrs. Jean Lincoln's voluptuous 
body. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he just might... 

"Here you are, Randy. The pause that refreshes." 

The burly teen-ager jerked his head up from his salacious thoughts with 
embarrassed surprise, as though he had been caught jacking off or something. 
Luckily, Mrs. Lincoln didn't notice his confused manner, and he mumbled his 
thanks as he took the tall glass of ice cola from her hand. As he did so, 
his fingers seemed to linger for an eternity on her cool hand, though in 
fact only a split second of contact passed between them. That instant, 
though, was enough to lend a physical reality to the fanciful dreams which 
had just been occupying Randy's adolescent brain, and he quickly took a long 
slug of Coke to still his suddenly pounding heart. 

"Now, I don't want you to worry about that lawnmower, all right? I'm sure it 
wasn't your fault at all." Mrs. Lincoln's voice was soft and syrupy, and it 
sent shivers up Randy's spine. But already he had recovered his composure, 
and he had to consciously control himself to keep from licking his lips as 
his voluptuous employer sat in the canvas lounge chair only a few feet from 
him. 

"No, Ma'am. I won't," he answered, and then after a pause, added: "You don't 
mind if I take off my shirt do you, Ma'am? It's hot as . . . blazes out 
here." 

"No ... uh ... no, of course not, Randy." Randy grinned as he removed his 
shirt, perceptibly flexing his sinewy muscles as he did so. She was turned 
on by him, he knew it! Her slight indecision had given her away as sure as 
sin! The youngster took another pull from his Coke with confident 
excitement. 

If Jean Lincoln had had any inkling of what was going on in the lustful mind 
of her teen-age gardener, she would have been shocked beyond words. Jean was 
no virgin, of course, and she'd long ago left the stage where the motives of 
the male animal were a secret to her. Still, she no more suspected the 
effect her scantily clad body was having on Randy than fly to the moon. For 
her, he was still a child, a young kid. Oh, he was well built, she couldn't 
help noticing that, but still, the idea that she might be physically 
attracted to him never entered her mind ... at least, it never entered her 
conscious mind. 

Jean was tall and thin, and had the kind of figure that most models would 
give their right arm for. -In fact, she had almost become a model before she 
had married Tom Lincoln. She had had a few jobs, mostly with fashion 
designers and the like, but had never really wanted to give herself wholly 
to the frantic pace which a modeling career demanded. And then, right at the 
time when she was being forced to make a decision about her future one way 
or another, she had met Tom, and it had been love at first sight. She had 
known immediately that she wanted nothing more than to be a wife to this 
exciting and handsome man, and a mother to his children. 

She had not yet had any children, though. She and her husband had decided to 
wait until their future was a little more secure before venturing out on 
what some of their friends liked to call the "parental safari." The 
postponement of motherhood had meant that Jean had been able to keep her 
exquisitely beautiful figure, and for that she was grateful. She still had 
the proudly upswept breasts, and the smooth flat stomach which she'd first 
gained as a high schooler. In fact, she wore her twenty-seven years with the 
vitality, charm, and innocence which characterize that naive time of life. 
It was one of her most erotic, yet unconscious, assets. 

Jean thought of her husband now, as she stretched back on the canvas lounge 
chair in the sun, forgetting for a moment the presence of the husky 
teen-ager quietly sipping his Coke a few feet away. Tonight he'd be home, 
after over a week away at the national sales conference of his cosmetics 
firm. The thought set a warm little stream of moisture flowing in the 
innermost depths of Jean's darkly hidden vagina, and she smiled a secret 
smile to herself. Now would be her chance to really show her husband how 
much she loved him, how much she was willing to accept sacrifice in order to 
give their lives some stability. Lately, there had been an uncomfortable 
tension between the two of them. Jean was sure it had just come about 
because of Tom's recent promotion and the increased work load which was now 
his responsibility, but all the same, it had created problems in their 
marriage, mostly centering around their sex life, unfortunately. Of course, 
Jean realized that it was only a temporary thing - but having Tom away for a 
whole week (the longest they'd ever been apart) had made her realize just 
how much she loved and depended on him. She was determined that from now on, 
things would be a lot different between them . .. especially in bed! 

This last thought again caused a sensuous smile to cross Jean's relaxed 
face, and the expression was not lost on young Randy Webb, sitting only feet 
away. With the experience of a man much his senior, the young boy 
immediately recognized the smile for what it was: an expression of pure 
desire, of unsatiated sexuality. He felt his adolescent cock give a sudden 
jerking in his jeans as he stared at the beautiful woman on the chair across 
from him, and he let his eyes fall quickly to the perceptibly trembling 
cleavage of her breasts, exposed just enough to be maddening under the tiny 
wisp of her bikini. It was all the young boy could do to keep from reaching 
over, tearing away the inhibiting shred of cloth and throwing himself upon 
the luscious succulence of her half-naked body, and he gulped with what 
seemed to him to be an audible catching in his throat. Jeez, he'd have to 
watch himself, or he'd be all over this older woman! He knew he could easily 
overpower her if he wanted to, but he also knew that this wasn't the time or 
the place. She'd open herself up to him before too long, or he'd missed his 
guess by a mile. All he had to do was to wait for the right moment. .. wait 
and drool. 

The young boy looked away quickly as he saw Mrs. Lincoln slowly opening her 
eyes. She seemed to be thinking of something else, but he knew by the way 
she'd just smiled that sex was on her mind. Without even knowing it, he 
again flexed his muscles imperceptibly until they formed themselves into a 
rigid hardness. 

"Finished?" 

"What... oh ... " Randy looked down into his glass and saw that it was 
empty. "Yeah, I guess so." 

"Well then if you want, there are some things around the yard you could do." 
Randy watched as his shapely employer looked around the yard, and then 
caught sight of a length of weeds in a strip along one fence, a strip that 
had at one time obviously been intended as a garden. Well, what the hell, he 
thought to himself. This day is shot anyway. 

"Sure, Mrs. Lincoln, that'd be fine." 

And a few minutes later he was down on his hands and knees pulling 
half-heartedly at the crab grass and other weeds that choked the "garden." 
But, try as he might, his eyes were turned in the direction of the patio 
more often than at the ground, for Jean Lincoln had by now unsuspectingly 
removed her robe, and lay totally naked in the sun except for her slight 
bikini. And, as he gazed with eager enthusiasm at the curve of her body 
fitting down snugly into the canvas chair, at her pointingly upthrust 
breasts and flaring hips which seemed to squirm every so often in response 
to her secret thoughts, young Randy Webb began to make plans for this 
Sunday, when he would most definitely come back to Mrs. Lincoln's home to .. 
. mow her grass. 

"Please don't, Tom . . .you're hurting me!" Jean Lincoln pleaded as she 
shivered uncomfortably under the strong and convulsive probing of her 
husband's fingers into her soft smooth shoulders. 

Her tall lissome body was stretched across their big double bed, her knees 
splayed widely apart, her lovely golden-tanned flesh tightly compressed 
under her husband's powerful muscular frame. Her eyes wandered in fitful 
distraction over the sun-mottled walls of the bedroom, then closed tightly 
in pain as her husband drove his desire-hardened cock far up into her tight 
and futilely resisting belly. 

Oblivious to his wife's tortured pleading, Tom Lincoln slid his hands under 
her round satin-soft buttocks, his fingers gripping the sensitively 
squirming flesh, pulling her wide-stretched vagina up to meet the smashing 
thrusts of his lust-maddened loins. 

"C'mon honey," he barked harshly, "put a little life into it, will you?" his 
massive frame bucking and rocking in a coldly increasing tempo against her 
unmoving body. 

Docilely, the young wife inched her long slender legs farther apart, 
resigning herself to the intense humiliation she felt from her husband's 
crudely impersonal love-making. She was still only half-awake and 
desperately wanted to sink back to sleep, to cover herself with the soothing 
protective layer of unconsciousness. 

The morning sun gave the room a comfortably cozy feeling that contrasted 
mockingly with the brutal fucking that Jean's husband was giving her. She 
tried to will herself to respond; tried to show that she was glad he was 
finally making love to her again after his week's absence, but she just 
couldn't. She just lay there quivering under his perversely humping body, a 
mute victim of his insistent sexual demands. She couldn't bring herself to 
feel anything; her brain and body were numb and she was resigned to 
accepting the humiliation he was forcing on her. Instead of pleasure she 
felt only repugnance as his hands roamed over her cringing flesh; instead of 
joyous acceptance, she felt only disgust and hate as his thick 
blood-hardened penis rammed far up into her tight dry cuntal passage, his 
grinding kiss evoking only revulsion in her. She couldn't help it; 
lovemaking to her was a gentle and tender act, not her husband's brutal and 
unfeeling fucking . . . yes, that's what it was, fucking! Her mind flinched 
from the obscene word just as her flesh cringed from the lewd act, and tears 
sprung to her eyes as she recalled how she had longed for her husband to 
make love to her again. How she'd planned what nightgown she'd wear, how 
loving she'd be ... but, instead, he'd reached for her suddenly this 
morning, after first casually telling her that he'd have to go to the 
office, even though it was Saturday! 

It isn't fair. . . it just isn 't fair, her brain stormed suddenly. She just 
couldn't stand this cold love-making, the almost brutish thrusts of her 
husband's lust-engorged penis into her unwilling vagina, the deep 
animal-like grunts that escaped from somewhere in his chest as he pumped 
lasciviously in and out of her defenseless little belly. Her 
confusion-wracked brain was strangely detached from her unfeeling body, and, 
as she lay there, she was taunted by images of how she must appear, with her 
legs lewdly splayed, naked and flat on her back, an object to be used by her 
husband as he wished. The thought made her face crimson with shame and she 
had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out with humiliation and 
rage. 

Random pictures flicked cruelly through her dazed brain - of herself and Tom 
together, the old Tom, always tender, loving, always smiling with happiness, 
proud of his beautiful wife ... what had happened to them? Dry and inaudible 
sobs convulsed her body. What had happened to change Tom from a considerate, 
loving husband into this lust-maddened male who cared for nothing but his 
own pleasure? There seemed to be no spark of real feeling from him in this 
debasing act... he was using her as if she were nothing but a whore from the 
streets! 

The lewd wet smacking sounds of her husband's body as it slapped against her 
perspiration-coated loins drummed an insistent rhythm in the back of Jean's 
consciousness and a new disgust welled up inside her. She found the entire 
act repulsive now, something to be gotten over with quickly. But she hadn't 
always felt this way, she thought bitterly. The memory of how she used to 
welcome her husband's embraces and his attentions with whole-hearted desire 
stung her achingly, and she was filled once again with a bruising and 
hopeless sense of futility. 

Through the dim cloud of her misery, she was aware of the quickening tempo 
of her husband's harshly lascivious pounding, and she realized with what she 
guiltily recognized as a pang of relief, that he was on the point of 
climaxing. 

His fingers tightened like talons in the softly quivering flesh of her 
shoulders, and the heavy sperm-weighted sac of his scrotum slapped lewdly 
against the upraised crevice of her naked buttocks. And then his back arched 
suddenly, and he hovered for a split second above her trembling body before 
... 

"AAaaaaagghh! I'm cumming!" he cried out suddenly, his voice unrecognizable 
in its passion, and then he began to slam with quick body-convulsing spasms 
against Jean's shame-frozen body, and she felt the first white-hot rush of 
his scalding sperm as it gushed into the widely stretched passage of her 
throbbing cunt. Her velvet-soft thighs were swept aside in a flesh-splitting 
thrust as he continued to pump the seething liquid into her sorely bruised 
depths, the hot seminal fluid searing the inner membrane of her cunt as it 
rushed into the secret crevices of her helplessly rippling belly. At last, 
with a grunt, he emptied the last of his heated male offering into her open 
vagina, and slipped, panting and gasping, from her warmly scented body, the 
now-limp flesh of his inert cock curled like a sleeping worm against his 
thigh. Relief flooded through Jean as she lay there, and she hardly dared 
open her eyes until she heard the drone of the shower and knew that Tom was 
in the bathroom. 

She felt utterly exhausted, as if she had just lived through a long busy day 
instead of just beginning it. Her silky thighs were still widely spread, but 
she just couldn't make the effort to close them, or to cover her obscene 
nakedness with the sheet. She couldn't move. Her reeling brain dazedly tried 
to grasp some shred of reality that might be comforting or pleasurable, but 
she could think of nothing but the fact that Tom was working today. For the 
entire week, she had been planning a trip to the beach, had even decided 
exactly what to take in the picnic hamper, what clothes she would wear. She 
had thought of everything as a present for his homecoming, and now he had 
spoiled everything by telling her he had to work. And the worst thing of all 
was the fact that he had left it till this very morning to let her know. She 
could forgive anything, even his unfeeling, lustful love-making, but she 
just couldn't take any more lonely and empty Saturdays. 

Tom ought to know by now that she had planned her whole week around the 
weekend with him, and, even though there were usually several chores that 
Tom had to do on Saturday afternoon, she had decided this weekend that, 
although the grass really needed cutting, if the neighbors weren't to 
complain, and the rear screen door needed tightening, they would forget all 
about the odd jobs and just enjoy themselves. They had earned it by being 
apart for a week. But now, like so many other Saturdays, she would be left 
alone, sitting in an empty house, unhappily watching the other couples in 
the neighborhood enjoying barbecues, working together in the garden, or just 
plain lounging in the sun. She couldn't bring herself to go outdoors on 
weekends when Tom was working. Everybody would feel sorry for her, she was 
sure, and might even ask her to join them for a drink, just out of pity. 

"Okay, honey, I'm off!" she heard her husband call from the front hall. 

'Tom, what time will-" she began, but her question was cut off in mid-air as 
she heard the front door slam, and, moments later, the engine of the car. He 
hadn't even told her when he'd be back! He had no consideration for her, 
God, he didn't care that she might be lonely or unhappy . .. 

Sighing in anger mingled with self-pity, Jean raised herself to a sitting 
position and tossed her long blonde hair back over her gracefully tanned 
shoulders. The sunlight dappled her smooth lithe form, wanning her soft 
sensual flesh, but it did nothing to warm the chilled core of her abused 
ego. Wearily, she made her way into the bathroom, and began to run the water 
for a hot bath. A long soak in the tub usually revived her spirits and made 
her feel much better, and she hoped that the soothing heat of warm soapy 
water would do its usual good work on her this morning. She certainly needed 
it, she reflected ruefully, as she stared at her reflection in the full 
length mirror. Only her lovely oval face reflected the brooding unhappiness 
that was gnawing away inside her, and the young wife could see that her deep 
blue eyes were anxious and troubled. She examined the svelte curves of her 
lushly rounded body carefully as if she hoped to find some evidence of the 
indifferent love-making that she had just experienced, but her silky soft 
skin was unmarred by any blemish. Her full and upswept breasts quivered 
proudly under her own gaze, the nipples rust-red and erect, and the satiny 
sweep of her shapely hips was as voluptuous and enticing as ever. Staring at 
her young curvaceous body, she knew that it looked as if it was made for 
love, to be caressed and fondled ... only, Tom didn't care! Tears dimmed her 
eyes as she turned angrily away from the mirror, and, testing the bath 
water, she carefully stepped into the tub and sank down gratefully into its 
enveloping warmth. 

Blissfully, she closed her eyes and leaned back, allowing the warm suds to 
come up over her breasts as she inhaled the delicate aroma of the lavender 
bath oil she had sprinkled in the water. The redolent steam infused her 
flesh and seemed to penetrate beneath the surface and loosen the tightened 
knots of anxiety which snarled her body. 

"Oooooohhh ..." she sighed as she wriggled down further into the warm 
scented water. It was heaven, relaxing like this, forgetting how 
inconsiderate and selfish Tom was .. . 

But even the remembrance of her husband's name brought flooding back her 
fears and resentments about his unthinking behavior. He was so changed, a 
different man from the kind and loving man she'd done her best to be a good 
wfe for, keeping a nice home, preparing interesting meals, carefully 
preserving her figure and keeping up with the latest styles in clothes and 
makeup. She was always careful not to bore him with trivial household 
anecdotes, and, even though he sometimes complained when she pointed out 
little jobs for him to do, she was sure he understood that those things had 
to be done if the immaculate order of their home was to be preserved. Of 
course, there was such competition between homeowners in the suburb of L.A. 
that they lived in, and she could hardly let their house be the one which 
became an eyesore among its perfect neighbors. No, she knew that owning 
their own home in such a high-class area led to certain responsibilities, 
and, if Tom sometimes said that he didn't give a damn about that sort of 
thing, Jean knew that he didn't really mean it. After all, she sometimes had 
to entertain her husband's employers in the cosmetics company, and she was 
proud that Tom didn't have to feel ashamed of his home. Yes, it was certain 
that she hadn't let him down in that area of their marriage, but what was 
the problem? 

Jean just couldn't figure it out. But there was something wrong, and it was 
evident in the marked decrease in their sex life. When they were first 
married, she reflected, it seemed they could hardly wait to be alone so that 
they could make love, and Tom was so considerate, so attentive to what she 
needed and wanted in order for the act to be a satisfying one for her. He 
was only too pleased to pet and stroke her, to gently caress her breasts, 
titillate her nipples with his fingers and tongue until she almost cried out 
from the unbearably erotic pleasure. He used to stroke and touch her vagina 
too, eliciting secret thrills of ecstasy in her, making her quiver from head 
to toe, preparing her for the entry of his already fully erect penis. And 
she was always dying for it, too, hardly able to wait until he guided the 
massively steel-like head towards the opening to her willing body, holding 
her breath until she felt the first intoxicating nudging of his rubbery 
masculine flesh against her fragile feminine loins .. . 

Unconsciously, the unhappy young wife shivered in the bathtub, her brain 
fermenting with the overwhelming memories of Tom and how wonderfully he used 
to make love to her. What had changed him from the almost perfect lover to 
the bluntly demanding husband he now was? Jean tried to wrack her brains to 
find out what had changed him. Was it something she had done? It seemed to 
her that the major change had come about only in the last month or so, but 
she couldn't recall any incident that might have sparked the change. Of 
course, there was that time after the staff party, when Tom had almost 
aggressively tried to kiss her down there, on her genitals, like he used to 
try when they were first married, but she had stopped him. She knew that he 
was more than a little drunk at the time and that was the reason why he had 
tried to do it again. But she could never allow him to do such a disgusting 
thing. The very thought of it made her shudder. To her the act was 
perverted, but she didn't think that Tom held her refusal against her. No, 
there had to be another reason for his strange behavior. 

I don't think I've changed too much, she mused to herself, as she idly 
soaped her softly slender legs, one by one. She knew that in fact her looks 
had improved over the years of marriage. But that fact was not a satisfying 
one, as far as she was concerned. She was vaguely aware that she had been 
much happier during the early years of married life, more fulfilled. She 
hated to admit it, but it was true that she got more satisfaction out of 
making love the first year she was married than she got now, and she 
couldn't help wondering about it. She couldn't deny that, of late, even 
before the definite change in her husband's behavior, love-making was a mere 
duty for her. She tried to be more responsive, more alive to her husband's 
touch, but she just couldn't. She hated the thought of that part of their 
marriage being less than perfect, when she so desperately wanted to be a 
good wife, and, indeed, prided herself on it. But of late, a gnawing 
emptiness seemed to pervade her being and her everyday activities were 
colored by a feeling which she could only describe as frustration, sexual 
frustration. It irked her to have to admit to such a feeling, but it was 
obvious that that was what was bothering her. 

Even now she felt the familiar twinge of longing throbbing deep in the pit 
of her stomach as memories of the tender hours of deeply satisfying 
love-making from the early days of their marriage came back as if to taunt 
her with comparisons in her present misery. It was unbelievable how sex was 
now just vacant and empty for her, how she only wished for it to be over, 
instead of wishing, as she used to, for it to go on forever. 

That was why the change in plans for this Saturday - today - upset her so 
much. She had planned to go first on the picnic and then later, when they 
got back home, to really try and get back on the track as far as sexual 
pleasure was concerned. But her plan had misfired, thanks to Tom's 
thoughtlessness, and she was left alone, as she was so often now, alone and 
unfulfilled, with a whole day dragging out in front of her. 

It just wasn't fair, she sighed to herself again, stretching out again in 
the tub, aware for the first time that the palm of her right hand was 
clamped against the damply curling mound of her submerged vagina. She hadn't 
been aware of the action, and now she stared at her own hand, realizing with 
a strangely quivering feeling that it felt good there, a sort of protective 
covering for her tender secret area. There was a warm twitching deep in her 
relaxed loins, and, involuntarily, the keyed-up blonde spread her soapy legs 
and allowed her fingers to slip down between her smooth wet thighs. She 
jerked back slightly from the illicit contact between the fragilely 
throbbing flesh of her sensitive pussy and the strong but supple fingers 
which nudged against it. 

Jean could hear the loud thudding of her heart and weird thoughts raced 
through her brain. What is happening? she thought wildly. J should take my 
hand away. . . I should stop now . . . but it feels so good! 

It did feel good, the gentle pressure of her fingers against the sensitively 
squirming flesh of her spread-open vagina. Strange quivers coursed up and 
down her spine, raising goosebumps all over her skin which contrasted 
strongly with the warmth engulfing her from the bath water. Without 
realizing it, her fingers had begun a tentative rubbing, a barely noticeable 
caressing of her softly trembling cunt, and Jean felt a slight churning 
beginning deep in her pelvis. This is wrong... a warning note sounded again 
somewhere in her brain, but she didn't care. Her own touch on her quivering 
wet pussy flesh felt good, felt blissfully good after the neglect, the abuse 
she had suffered this morning. She hardly realized what was happening till 
now, but she didn't care any more. She couldn't stop now ... it was too 
late, and, besides, she didn't want to deny herself this fabulous pleasure 
she was feeling. 

There was no denying that she was helplessly aroused, awakened to a growing 
passion by the lewd swirling of her own fingers as they began to dip and 
burrow into the wetly throbbing folds of her clinging cunt. Her fingertips 
trailed along the thin and softly curling tendrils of wet blonde pubic hair 
as they caressed the little vertical mouth of her flowering vagina in an 
insistently eager rhythm. The hair-lined outer lips were blood-swollen and 
impassioned, quivering with excitement under the deliciously probing touch 
of her deft hands. 

"MMMMmmm . . . OOOOhhhh ..." The sexually frustrated housewife suddenly 
moaned as her middle finger came into direct contact with the little turgid 
bud of her blood-engorged clitoris. Eagerly, she rubbed the hard little 
button, making her buttocks writhe and grind in delirious "pleasure against 
the bottom of the porcelain bathtub. She was completely aroused now, 
spiraling her pelvis upward and splaying her thighs as far apart in the bath 
water as she could to allow her burrowing fingers easier access to the 
hungrily pulsing flesh of her throbbing hot cunt. 

She threw her head back over the end of the tub, the ends of her 
honey-blonde hair dipping into the warm soapy water, the full rounded 
softness of her golden breasts bobbing before her, her churning hips 
flailing the water, and wave after wave of incredible pleasure surging 
through her as she continued to finger-fuck herself. All wounding, resentful 
thoughts of her businessman husband vanished from her brain and a delicious 
sensual calmness engulfed her as she gave herself over completely to the 
pleasure which was engulfing her. She didn't care about anything now, about 
being alone, about Tom having to work, about the problems in their marriage. 
Nothing mattered now; it was all unimportant as long as she could experience 
pleasure like this. Her fingers burrowed frantically into the softly layered 
folds of her squirming cunt and she felt the build-up of pleasure growing 
greater than she could have thought possible. 

"Aaaaaggghh!" she cried out suddenly, as she thrust her middle finger 
without hesitation deep into the hotly clenching orifice of her vagina and 
felt the clinging walls close in tightly around her probing hand. Her 
helplessly aroused vagina contracted in heated waves as she moved her 
fingers in and out rapidly in a lewd and desperate simulation of fucking, 
the slippery warm walls clinging voraciously as she continued to work her 
fingertip around inside her demanding vagina. The water from the bathtub 
spilled out over the sides as she thrashed around in the tub, but Jean was 
oblivious to it, oblivious to everything but the shuddering sheets of 
white-hot pleasure cocooning her body in a shroud of unbelievable ecstasy. 
Her whole body was trembling and quivering with her intense arousal, 
everything forgotten as she climbed steadily up to the dizzy pinnacle of 
sexual release! 

"Aaaaggghh . . . cccuummm-iiinngg ... oooooo!" she sobbed wildly, her brain 
spinning, her hips grinding feverishly as floods of incredible pleasure 
washed through her straining flesh. Incoherent moans of joy escaped from her 
half-opened mouth as her fingers continued to plunge into the welcoming 
depths of her greedily clasping cunt. Her whole body was gripped in the 
throes of the first complete release she had experienced for a long time, 
and she wanted it to go on forever. She had almost forgotten the wonderful 
sensations that were sweeping through her, almost forgotten how marvelous it 
felt, and she was glad that she had made herself climax in this way, glad 
that she had experienced this without her husband. Such unbelievable 
feelings of pure pleasure couldn't be wrong! Nothing so good and so soothing 
could possibly be wrong. Perspiration trickled down between her shoulder 
blades as her body continued to writhe and shudder with the force of her 
ongoing orgasm; until finally, the spasms subsided and she pulled her soaked 
fingers from the still twitching walls of her completely satiated belly. 

She lay back in the lukewarm bath water then, her inner thighs still 
quivering with slowly dying pleasure, her eyes closed, filled with a sort of 
peace that she hadn't felt in a long time. Suddenly, it didn't seem quite so 
bad that Tom had to work. I'll manage somehow, she thought dazedly, as she 
sunk down into the bath, her slender golden body languorous and tingling 
from the fading pleasure of her orgasm. 

 Chapter Two 

Tom Lincoln frowned to himself as he guided his Ford Mustang toward his 
office in downtown Los Angeles. The sexual bout with his wife that morning 
had frustrated him more than satisfied him, as it always seemed to lately, 
and he tried to figure out why. Of course, he knew why it was: She had just 
gotten colder somehow as they'd been married longer. He remembered that, 
when they'd first married, she'd been almost .as hot as he to jump into bed 
and get with it. But now, it seemed to him as though she was only 
reluctantly putting up with his advances, giving in to him out of some sense 
of duty. 

Tom was a good-looking man, he knew that himself. His twenty-eight years had 
only given him the maturity which his younger days had lacked: His body was 
in the same fine shape it had been in at nineteen. He was tall, athletic, 
and, even if he did say so himself, a pretty good lover in bed. That's what 
irked him so much about not being able to have a satisfying sex life with 
his wife anymore. Of course, Jean's husband didn't consider that he might in 
some way be responsible for her lack of feeling in the bedroom, or that her 
coolness might be a partial reaction to his habit of taking her for granted. 

No, the fact remained implanted in his mind that she was growing colder, and 
this fact not only frustrated him, it was beginning to make him angry and 
resentful as well. Why couldn't 

Jean be as obviously hot and sexy as his secretary, for instance? She had 
been at one time, but somewhere along the line she'd lost it. 

Christ, sometimes he wondered why he spent his days with his secretary, 
Ingrid, and then came home to Jean, and not the other way around! 

Tom pulled his car into the company parking lot, locked the car, and opened 
the back door with his shiny new key. It was only recently that he'd 
received that key, he thought to himself proudly as he walked inside and 
locked the door after him. He'd only been promoted to his present executive 
position in the multi-million dollar Beauty-Aid Cosmetics Corporation a few 
short months before, and though he was now only a very junior executive; 
still, he had hopes that this was just the beginning. That was something 
else that bothered him; just when his career seemed to be getting off the 
ground, his married life seemed to be falling apart. He couldn't understand 
it. 

Tom took the elevator up to his floor, and walked out along the hallway to 
his office. It was strange, on a Saturday, a silence pervading the building 
like a great secret. Tom somehow felt very industrious coming to work when 
everyone else was taking the day off... and he was sure it would seem the 
same way to his superiors in the corporation. 

As he came up to his office door, Tom thought he heard a noise which sounded 
like it came from his office . .. perhaps a chair being moved, someone 
walking around? No, it must have been outside on the street, he decided. He 
pushed open his office door, and his sweeping glance took in the familiar 
bank of filing cabinets, the shelves piled with account orders, the Danish 
style sofa and matching armchair. And then his eyes suddenly widened in 
surprise as he saw the lovely blonde who was sitting in that armchair, her 
long slender legs crossed provocatively, her lush body curvaceous and 
inviting in a tight mesh blouse which exposed the flimsy lace of her 
half-cup brassiere, and a very short skirt which barely succeeded in hiding 
the tantalizing sight of her smoothly white upper thighs. 

"Ingrid! What are you doing here?" Tom gasped, hardly able to believe that 
his secretary had turned up for overtime. 

"Hello, Mr. Lincoln," the voluptuous secretary answered in a low husky 
voice, and Tom could hardly believe that she was the same girl who was 
usually so conservatively dressed in office clothes. Tom assumed that her 
vacation had done her a lot of good. 

"I thought you were still on vacation," he said, putting his briefcase on 
the desk. It was only then that he noticed that Ingrid was sipping a double 
Scotch. 

"I knew you wouldn't mind if I had some of this," she smiled, gesturing to 
her drink, "because in a way, I'm sort of a visitor here today!" 

Tom had to smile to himself. He had experienced a moment's irritation when 
he saw that she was drinking the company Scotch kept for visitors to the 
office; but hell, it was Saturday, and his secretary had obviously just come 
back from vacation. 

"How about fixing me one of those, too?" he suggested, loosening his tie. 
Although he knew that there would be nobody else working on Saturday, habit 
had caused him to wear his business suit with a white shirt and tie, and now 
he was sorry that he hadn't worn something more comfortable, like Ingrid 
had. His eyes fastened on the sensually swinging hips of his young secretary 
as she walked over to the liquor cabinet, and he couldn't suppress a strange 
quiver which eddied through him as he caught sight of the tanned flesh of 
her soft inner thigh, as she bent over to pick up the half-empty bottle of 
Scotch. He had never really noticed before how shapely she really was, but 
in the outfit she was wearing today, he could hardly miss it. 

She passed him his drink and he felt an electric spark of excitement as her 
long sinewy fingers touched his around the cool glass. 

"So . . . how was Tahoe?" he asked conversationally, reluctantly taking his 
eyes off the exotically curved sweep of her voluptuous body and sipping his 
drink. 

"Oh, it was all right, I suppose, but the weather wasn't too good, and 
there's not too much to do if you don't like hiking or gambling, so I caught 
a plane back early yesterday and here I am!" 

"How did you know I'd be working overtime. today?" he queried, swallowing 
almost half his drink in one gulp. It tasted unexpectedly good, sharp and 
tangy, and filtering down to his stomach it seemed to seep into his tense 
limbs, easing his tension and warming him to the marrow of his bones. 

"I didn't," his secretary replied, "but I knew there'd be a lot to do with 
the Genco account, so I thought I'd come in and get straightened up a bit 
before Monday." 

Tom had to admit to himself that he was glad that she was back. He had 
really missed her the two weeks she was away, not only because she was very 
good at her job, but her presence in the office seemed to cheer him up. As 
far as he was concerned, one of the best things about his promotion last 
month was the fact that he now had a secretary to himself, especially when 
she was a girl like Ingrid. She brought a youthful and vibrant enthusiasm to 
the job, and even if she seemed a little slapdash at times, she wasn't 
really ... it was just her manner. Of course, there were times when she lost 
something fairly important in the files, or when she forgot to type a 
certain letter, but Tom felt that a little less than super-efficiency was 
preferable to someone starchy and punctilious ... like his wife! Tom 
flinched inwardly at the thought of Jean. He couldn't deny to himself that 
her preoccupation with the house and having everything spick and span 
irritated him, especially when it made her seem cold and unfeeling, more 
concerned with whether there was any dust on the furniture than with what he 
himself was feeling or thinking. Of course, he couldn't expect a wife of 
eight years to be as interested in him as a new bride, but he sometimes felt 
that Jean took him completely for granted. 

He took another deep swallow of his drink as an image of his wife rose up 
before his eyes, her lithe golden form, the beautifully sculpted curves of 
the body that had aroused and excited him so much earlier in his marriage, 
but he felt nothing. He knew he was bored with Jean, but up till recently, 
he hadn't noticed. What was actually lethargy and boredom had been coated 
with the brush of equilibrium and stability which he assumed went with a 
mature outlook on life which was finally his by virtue of his eight years of 
marriage, and he was quite willing to concentrate his energies on his 
career, leaving his home life to assume a never-changing routine. There was 
no doubt that his profession was an interesting one, especially now that he 
was made an executive, albeit a very junior one, in the corporation, and it 
was certainly bringing very satisfactory rewards. And he had thought that 
all this was enough ... until Ingrid had come on the scene. He hadn't 
realized until recently just how intrigued he was by his gorgeous young 
secretary, just how much her nearness aroused him, just how much the sight 
of her sexy curved body excited him. And the fact that she was originally 
Swedish hadn't helped. He took another deep swallow of his strong drink. 
This new discovery within himself had worried him. He was used to keeping a 
check on his feelings, fitting all emotions into neat little compartments, 
but this new feeling was dangerous: exciting, alarming, but definitely 
dangerous. 

"Did you miss me?" Ingrid said, breaking in on his thoughts as she moved 
towards him and refilled his glass. As she reached over, the firm flesh of 
her young thigh brushed against his elbow and he pulled back as if stung 
from the strangely exhilerating contact. Steady on, he cautioned himself, 
maybe this Scotch is too much for you . .. 

"Well, of course, I missed you," he began, acutely aware of the fact that 
she was still hovering beside him, and he felt in a curiously vulnerable 
position, sitting as he was in his swivel chair. "The temporary girl we 
brought in just didn't work out." It was true. He had really felt as if he 
had lost his right arm when Ingrid had gone on vacation, and had felt 
helpless until she could return and keep things running smoothly for him, 
"No, I mean ..." the Swedish secretary went on, dropping her hand casually 
to his shoulder and caressing it in a light stroking movement, "did you miss 
having me around?" 

Tom looked up at her suddenly and the blood rushed to his face as he 
realized that the ripely swollen mounds of her large breasts were only 
inches away from his disbelieving eyes. His head was whirling and he felt in 
a surge of panic that he had lost his grip on reality. He was sure that the 
liquor was having a very potent effect on him, giving him the peculiar 
feeling that his body was starting to float out of his conscious control. 
His brain was drumming achingly against his temples in an effort to 
determine what was going on in his smiling secretary's mind. 

What did Ingrid mean by her remark? He looked up once more into her face, 
trying to read what her thoughts were, but he couldn't. He was dazzled by 
her oddly suggestive smile, by the light playing around in the depths of her 
beautiful green eyes. 

"Well, I..." he began, but he couldn't trust himself to speak. He tried to 
turn his eyes from the lushly curvaceous body beside him, from her close and 
incredibly sensual flesh provocatively accentuated by her daring clothes. 
She seemed rilled with a wild animal grace, and his mind flashed with a 
sudden but crazy impulse to reach out and grab her, to bury his mouth in 
those softly fleshed breasts, to lay his eager hands on the vibrantly sexual 
mass of her gorgeous body. 

Tom struggled with himself, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing 
sensation of lust her fantastically exciting body evoked in him. With dogged 
determination, he tried to force his attention to the papers on his desk, to 
inject some employer-like authority into his voice. 

"I think. . . we'd better get to work, Ingrid ..." he mumbled, the words 
choking in his throat. He didn't want to get to work! He wanted to . .. but 
there was no use thinking about that. He was a married man, with no time for 
anything like that. He just had to pull himself together, snap out of this 
weird ... 

He couldn't suppress a gasp of astonishment and he jerked back automatically 
when he felt the hot burning touch of her hand on his thigh. She had 
actually reached out and was stroking his thigh, rubbing her hand along the 
tensed muscle of his upper leg! 

"Let's forget about work for a couple of moments," the voluptuous young girl 
crooned, her hand trailing enticingly along his quivering leg. The 
frustrated husband swallowed hard and felt the first irresistible stirring 
of his dormant cock, beginning to swell against his pants only inches away 
from where her warm hand lay gently on his hard-tensed thigh. Desperately, 
his mind tried to will his growing erection back into dormancy, tried to 
quench the obvious fire of his rising lust, but it was too late. He could 
feel the hardening length growing unmistakably against the thin confining 
fabric of his summer pants. He was fearful that she would see it, and notice 
that she was exciting him beyond belief. 

"Ingrid..." he whispered in a cracked, hoarse voice, raising his eyes to 
hers, half-afraid of facing her. 

She was staring eagerly at the obscenely growing bulge in his pants! He 
couldn't believe it. She wasn't turning away modestly from the lewd evidence 
of his arousal - she was seemingly fascinated by it! Her eyes seemed to 
widen and her lips shone wetly with what could only be the hungrily intense 
concentration of lust. 

Tom blinked and stared at her again. He wasn't imagining it - it was 
actually happening. He couldn't deny the evidence of his senses; she was 
obviously aware of the growing tide of his arousal and she didn 't care! 

His confusion-wracked mind couldn't think of any response to the situation. 
He was in a mental quandary, completely unable to settle on any course of 
action. But one thing was certain, he had to get out of this room, get up 
and walk away before it was too late. There was no telling what might 
happen. It was an explosive situation,- but thank God, he still had his wits 
about him and could handle things. He shuddered to think what might happen 
if he had taken even one more drink ... I might have lost control completely 
- if only she wasn't so damned attractive... 

"I think I'll get the file for this Genco program," he began, half rising 
from his chair. Better to bring things back to a working, everyday level, to 
steer away from the dangerously thin ice of the sexual excitement between 
them... 

"No, wait a minute, Tom," Ingrid murmured, and then the incredible happened! 
The dumbfounded junior executive gasped in disbelief as he felt the delicate 
touch of his secretary's hand brushing warmly against the throbbing bulge of 
his fully erect cock! 

"Ingrid ... I... I ... " he wanted to say something, to master his intense 
arousal, to break the spell she was casting over him with her weirdly 
magical fondling of his throbbing genitals. But no coherent words would 
come. He just couldn't believe it. He was seated in his familiar chair in 
his own office, and his secretary was openly putting her hand on his cock! 

"I'm afraid I didn't really come down here to help you with the Genco 
account," Ingrid said teasingly. 

Tom's eyes were riveted on her in hypnotized incredulity and she smiled back 
at him, a slow and almost lascivious smile that filled him with a bizarre 
excitement. His head reeling in disbelief, he watched as her free hand 
reached down and opened the zipper of his pants, allowing the throbbing 
shaft of his rigid cock to leap up in joyous freedom. For a long, silent 
moment, he stared down at the huge blood-filled length of it, the rubbery 
head lust-hardened and burgeoning, and suddenly he couldn't stand it for a 
minute longer. 

He jumped up quickly, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace of 
lust, and grabbed his secretary in a tight embrace, smashing his wet lips 
down on hers in a hungrily demanding kiss. He was beyond control now, the 
volcano of his fermenting desire uncapped by her final tantalizing gesture. 
He didn't care about the consequences; all he cared about was satiating his 
overwhelming lust for her full sensual lips. 

His hands dug frantically at the softly yielding flesh of her firm young 
breasts as he kissed her, his thick tongue flicking eagerly at her teeth, 
forcing them apart, and then uniting with her tongue in a frenzied dance of 
building sexual excitement. Hastily, with the unleashed abandon of a madman, 
Tom's strong hands slid down over the trembling curves of her nubile body, 
goaded on beyond control by the strongly pulsing passion of his 
lust-inflated cock. 

"Oh Tom, honey ..." Ingrid crooned, her breath warm and scented against his 
cheek, her arms clasping him to her in obvious desire. 

But her hoarsely whispered words touched off a guilty nerve that was nagging 
at him from the depths of his mind, and, with an abruptly abrasive movement, 
he pulled away from her. 

"Ingrid ... I don't know what came over me .. . caught myself in time ..." 
the words were jerked out of him by tremendous effort and he lowered his 
eyes, unable to look his young secretary straight in the face. She had 
encouraged him, it was true, but did she really know what she was letting 
herself in for? Anything could happen in an explosive situation like this 
one! Thank God he'd come to his senses before it was too late .. . God only 
knows what the outcome would have been, the two of them alone like that in 
an empty building ... 

"Tom! Tom honey, look at me ..." he heard her urgent whisper, and 
shamefacedly turned to look at her. 

She was stark naked! In two seconds she had taken off her skimpy dress and, 
with nothing on beneath it, was now standing before him, her sensual young 
body completely naked! Dazedly, he took in the cock-rousing sight of her 
satin-fleshed breasts, the voluptuous curve of her shapely hips, the 
glistening blonde triangle of her pubic "vee" at the juncture of her slender 
legs. He had never seen anyone more beautiful, more frankly sensual. She 
reminded him of a Swedish goddess, a Nordic incarnation of complete and 
fulfilling sex. For a long, long moment, he could only stand there, staring 
in silent appreciation at the enticingly sculpted body of his enticing 
secretary. The pounding in his churning penis was like an undeniable 
gnawing, and there was a tumultuous seething deep in the darkness of his 
lust-writhing balls. 

The palms of his hands were suddenly sweaty and he found that his throat was 
arid and chalky. His eyes were burning in his head from the prolonged effort 
of staring, yet he couldn't take his gaze away from her, for fear she'd 
disappear and prove to be just an apparition of his lascivious thoughts. 

Completely aware of the mesmerizing effect of her lewd pose, the young 
secretary raised her hands and began a slow teasing caressing of her 
succulent breasts, cupping them lovingly, proud of their ripe full beauty, 
running the hard berry-like nipples between her long tapering fingers, 
running the tip of her pink tongue invitingly over her lush red lips as she 
continued the lascivious stroking of her own breasts. Slowly and 
deliberately, she dropped her hands, running them down along the softly 
sensual curve of her sides, falling still lower until her fingertips grazed 
against the crinkly tendrils of pale blonde pubic hair. 

Tom Lincoln felt a shiver course along his back as he watched her wanton 
movements and then his breath rattled hoarsely in his throat as he saw that 
the tips of her sinewy fingers were playing obscenely along her hair-fringed 
cuntal lips, pulling them slightly apart, revealing the glisteningly pink 
flesh of her soft vagina gleaming moistly beneath the golden wisps. Ingrid's 
head was thrown back, her long blonde hair cascading down over her creamy 
shoulders, and her green eyes were hazy and smoky with pleasure. Tom could 
see her erotically slender form quiver from the excitement she was 
generating in her feverish loins, and then he knew that he couldn't take it 
a minute longer. It was more than a mortal man could stand, and his own body 
was aflame with the overriding passions which were engulfing him. Suddenly, 
in the brief moment, he knew that he didn't care about Jean, about his 
marriage, about his job ... about anything but the incredibly sexy girl 
standing naked before him, writhing under the stroking she was giving her 
own moistening vagina. He had to have her! Only now, he realized that he had 
wanted her from the first moment he had hired her, but had dutifully 
submerged those rebellious feelings, willing himself to look on her as just 
a secretary, another appendage in his efficiently run office. But now it was 
too late. His real feelings were revealed, and the lustful quality of them 
almost overpowered him. 

Without another word, he grasped his teasing secretary by the wrist and 
half-pulled her over to the long studio couch against the wall. Without 
preamble, he shoved her down onto the soft cushions, his eyes roaming 
feverishly over her milk-white flesh, as his hands tore frantically at his 
clothes, pulling off his shirt, ripping down his pants until he stood naked 
over her, the huge lust-hardened length of his threatening cock waving like 
a throbbing red mast before him. 

Her hot eyes were frozen on the massively inflated shaft and her slender 
fingers reached out tentatively and brushed against the burning flesh, 
making Tom wince from the electrical contact. 

"Oooohhh lover, your cock looks so big and hard ..." she murmured softly, 
her cool fingers tightening around the ever-thickening rod of flesh,, 
sending unbearable waves of white-hot pleasure rippling through him. The 
lewd words of praise coming from her young moist lips were the last straw 
for Tom, and, with an inhuman moan of overwhelming passion, he dropped down 
to the sofa, unable to keep his hands off the lovely exciting body stretched 
so invitingly beneath him. Eagerly, his hands closed in on the softly 
throbbing flesh of her palpitating breasts, squeezing -and kneading them 
convulsively, wringing moans of ecstatic pain-pleasure from her as he 
tweaked the turgid little knobs of her nipples between his fingers, 
hardening them excruciatingly. 

He could feel the warmth of her passionately heated body seeping through to 
his and the pulsing vibrancy of her desire was transmitted to and increased 
the blazing path of his own lust. 

"Christ, Ingrid . .. you're .. . unbelievable!" the young husband gasped, 
unable to find words to express his appreciation of her softly eager body. 
The lust-bloated shaft of his fully erect cock lay trapped between their two 
bodies and he could feel the exquisite softness of her ivory thigh as his 
hard masculine flesh ground into it. His hands were like uncontrollable 
little animals as they roamed all over her naked body, cupping the softly 
rounded mounds of her tight little ass, sweeping the graceful flare of her 
hips, exploring every inch of her smooth delectable body. He could feel her 
quivering thighs part willingly beneath him and felt the first moist wet 
contact between her widespread vagina and his harshly throbbing cock. 

"Oh Ingrid baby . . . I've gotta fuck you now ... I can't wait any longer 
..." he moaned in a half-whisper, not caring how his secretary would react 
to his obscene words. He was beyond caring about conventions now; the demon 
of his libido was unleashed, changing him into an uncontrollable and 
unpredictable lust-propelled robot. 

"Yes ... fuck me now, Tom honey ..." Ingrid whispered, "I can't wait to get 
that lovely big cock of yours inside me ... " 

Jesus! She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her! Till now, a nagging 
question of disbelief had stabbed at him and inhibited him. He couldn't 
quite believe that she wanted him to fuck her, not even when she had stood 
naked before him. But now he heard her, heard her with his own ears, and he 
knew without doubt that she wanted him too, just the way he wanted to fuck 
her! He had never felt so excited in his life. He and this sex goddess were 
naked here and now in the middle of his office and they were dying to fuck 
each other. She wanted it as much as he did, and nothing else mattered a 
damn! 

Her silky white thighs were spread widely apart, the naked wet plane of her 
pulsing cunt presented up to him to use as he wished. Then he felt once more 
the cool tantalizing touch of her hand on his blood-engorged organ, guiding 
it in toward the hotly pulsating opening of her waiting pussy. A spasmodic 
shock ran through him as the rubbery smooth head grazed against the softly 
curling wisps of her pubic hair, probing gently as it parted the tightly 
throbbing outer lips and dipped slowly and excruciatingly into the moist hot 
passage of her welcoming cunt. 

"AAAAGGGHHH ...!!" she moaned as Tom suddenly slammed forward, flexing his 
powerful loins as he buried his enormous lust-distended penis halfway up 
into her painfully stretching vaginal sheath. 

"Ooohh Tom, wait. .. it's too big .. . go slow... you're hurting me!" Ingrid 
gasped, spiralling her body upwards as the giant cudgel impaled her 
completely. But her employer was spurred by an overpowering lust which drove 
him to thrust his massively blood-engorged organ, lunging forward until he 
had finally sunk it to the hilt in her steaming pussy. 

"Ooooohh God, oooo God ..." she groaned again and again, her entire insides 
desperately trying to stretch and shift to receive his massive shaft deep in 
the secret depths of her womb. She was mewling and sobbing incoherently now 
as Tom slowly retracted his pulsating member, pulling it out gradually, 
stretching the tender inner membrane until just the heavy bulbous head was 
left imbedded in her tight vagina. Then he plunged forward again, oblivious 
to her cries of anguish, and he began to fuck deeply into her, forcing her 
trembling cuntal passage to adjust to the huge size of his rigidly skewering 
cock. 

For a moment, the attractive secretary was conscious only of deep, 
overriding pain and she wished desperately that she hadn't encouraged her 
boss to make love to her. His penis was so big. She'd had no idea it would 
be so enormous ... he'd split her in two! But at last she felt the tight 
inner walls beginning to stretch, to expand to take in his heavy girth, and 
the moist warm sheath began to close firmly and rhythmically around his 
nakedly thrusting cock. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling 
his chest down against the turgid nipples of her heaving breasts, and, deep 
within her, waves of intense hot pleasure began to generate and to flow 
insistently through her whole body. She writhed and churned beneath her 
boss' deep hard thrusts, and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in 
ecstasy. Her full sensual lips moved ceaselessly with incoherent mumbled 
words and her nostrils flared in wild animal desire. 

"Yes ... Tom, yes ... fuck me like that. Your cock feels soooo good inside 
me ..." She continued to gasp as he slid his strong hands under the wildly 
pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them in his palms, levering them 
up off the cushions of the sofa to clamp her eager loins tight around his 
plunging cock. 

He pistoned down into her upwardly spiraling pelvis, driving with all the 
strength of his overwhelming passion. He could feel the smooth wet flesh of 
her clasping cunt squeezing and pumping like a vibrant heartbeat all around 
his hotly throbbing shaft. He screwed into her from the tips of his toes and 
plummeted the full blood-laden length of his thickly pounding cock into the 
heated depths of her dilated cunt, bringing weird cries of pure pleasure 
from her throat. Her arms slid down over his muscular buttocks as they 
pumped, clenching and unclenching, into her openly receptive loins. 

Wet smacking noises reverberated lewdly through the office and the furious 
hammering increased in tempo, mercilessly driving them toward their 
adulterous fulfillment. Tom's hands slid around the firmly undulating moons 
of Ingrid's buttocks, convulsively kneading the flaccid flesh. His own body 
was bathed in perspiration and his breaths were deep and harsh. He had never 
been so aroused in his whole life, not even in his most passionate moments 
with Jean. Nothing had prepared him for the pure animalistic quality of this 
fucking, and he had never experienced anything like it. His young blonde 
secretary was like a completely different person, writhing and flailing 
under his wild fucking, as completely aroused as he was. His mind was blank 
now, devoid of all thoughts, completely isolated from his body which was a 
churning mass of raw lust. He had forgotten about his wife, about their 
boring marriage, about everything, as tremors of almost overwhelming 
pleasure were building up in his bucking and careening body. He knew that he 
would have to cum soon, or explode. He wanted to keep it going, to prolong 
this fantastic fucking for as long as he could, but he knew that he couldn't 
hold out much longer. He had almost reached it - the tremendous release he 
knew was soon to explode in his boiling testicles and fire through his 
aching cock deep, deep inside his secretary's belly. He wanted to burst 
inside her, to feel his heated male sperm jet into her eagerly waiting womb, 
to shoot his scalding load far up into her hungrily clasping vaginal 
orifice. 

Ingrid's lithe body, slippery from sweat, undulated up and down against him, 
writhing uncontrollably from side to side on the soft sofa in ecstasy as she 
churned her hips in a wild dance of desire spreading her cream-white thighs 
obscenely and jackknifing them suddenly until her knees almost reached her 
shoulders. 

"Oh Tom, fuck me harder ... harder ..." she groaned between tightly clenched 
teeth, as her buttocks shook and quivered, and her clasping cunt sucked 
hungrily up and down his deep plunging cock, riding lustfully on the. 
pistoning rail of his rock-hard member, twisting and gyrating insanely. 

"Oooohhh ... OH GOD, TOM...!!!" she screamed out suddenly, as her body 
stiffened beneath him, every muscle and nerve ending taut as a bowstring, 
her face contorted in unspeakable grimaces of pleasure and lust. For a long 
moment she remained frozen in her position of stiff numbness, and then ... 

"AAAAHHH ... I'mm there .. . OHMYGOD, I'm...CUMMINNGG...!!!" And her body 
seemed to collapse into a million different fragments, seemed to 
disintegrate under Tom's very eyes, every inch of her wildly twitching form 
quivering and trembling as over-powering surges of intense pleasure washed 
through her like tidal waves, bathing her body in the warmth of total 
arousal. She was in another world, and the familiar office was spinning 
around her as her body lit up again and again from the lightning which was 
forking through her. She had never experienced an orgasm like it . . . never 
in her life ... and she felt profoundly grateful to her boss who had given 
her such pleasure. Her body continued to arch tightly under him, her wetly 
sucking vagina grabbing desperately at the tortured shaft of his 
near-bursting cock, milking it with a fury. She cleaved to him, shaking and 
jerking around him in a quivering pulsating rhythm, spewing her orgasmic 
juices in a shower of mist over the thickly plunging rod of his rigid penis. 
Her violent cumming spurred his own deep relentless aching, and his 
sperm-bloated balls seemed to grow and expand as they slapped against the 
convulsed cheeks of her madly pumping body. 

"Uuuggghhh ...!!!" he grunted, his vicious strokes beating harder and harder 
into her, slapping against her pelvis with the flat impact of a wooden 
plank, bruising the soft swollen lips of her cunt, his steel-sprung cock 
thrusting up hard against the entrance to her wildly contracting womb. 

He knew he was going to climax, and he ground endlessly into her wildly 
spread pussy, burying the huge blood-inflated length of his cock in her 
wetly writhing vagina, the steaming pressure in his balls driving him to 
unbearable limits. He had to cum now! NOW!!! 

"AARRGGHH! AARRGGHH!!" he shouted as his mind exploded in a blinding 
fireball. The huge piston of his wildly jerking shaft drove far up into 
Ingrid's hungrily pulsating little belly, shooting the scalding jets of his 
pent-up sperm into her eagerly welcoming womb, gushing deep, deep within 
her, pouring out in an unchecked torrent along the hotly clasping walls of 
her steaming vagina and foaming out again to mix with her own cum and flood 
through the tangle of their lewdly entwined pubic hair. His head was 
spinning and his voice was echoing with incoherent obscenities as flood 
after flood of pleasure poured through his thrashing body, splashing in 
powerful waves that ran storming through his whole being, stirring new 
unknown reservoirs of pleasure. It was so good! There had never been 
anything like it in his life. His secretary continued to move back and forth 
on his still surging cock, milking every drop of precious sticky sperm from 
the slowly deflating rod, coaxing more and more of the hot white liquid into 
her wetly clasping vaginal depths. At last, they lay panting together, their 
naked limbs slowly disentangling. 

Tom's eyes slowly opened and he watched, stunned but happy, as Ingrid's hand 
reached gently for his now limp penis. Patiently, with suppressed eagerness, 
she began to stroke it with her delicate fingers, sending new creeping 
shivers coursing along his spine. 

"Wha .. . ?" he began, completely amazed to feel life stirring again in his 
exhausted cock-shaft. After the incredible fucking he had just experienced 
with his secretary, he wondered if he could ever walk again, let alone make 
love. But Ingrid seemed to have other ideas. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it, lover?" she crooned, her voice a silky sensual 
drawl. 

"Christ, it was fantastic ..." he admitted, his breath still short from the 
fulfilling pleasure she had just given him. "But why? I never suspected ..." 

"Oh, I've had my eye on you for quite a while, Mr. Lincoln. And, what I 
want, I usually get. Now, wasn't I better than that strait-laced little wife 
of yours?" she whispered, and Tom experienced a momentary pang of guilt. 
Jean! What would she say if she knew? 

"It was much better with me, wasn't it?" Ingrid urged, her fingers 
tightening excruciatingly on his semi-erect penis, making him convulse with 
pleasurable spasms. 

All thoughts of his wife were blanked from the junior executive's dazed 
brain as he lay back, murmuring in helplessly wholehearted agreement. Yes... 
it was much better. .'.Oh God. .. it was much, much better. . . 

 Chapter Three 

Tom hummed to himself as he finished shaving. It was glorious out, just 
perfect for the picnic that Ingrid had planned. He knew that his wife 
wouldn't believe him if he said he was going to work overtime again, 
especially as it was Sunday afternoon and he had supposedly worked the day 
beforehand so he had told her that he had made a golfing date with one of 
the men from work. She accepted this without saying a word, although he 
could tell she wasn't pleased. It was the middle of the afternoon yesterday 
when he finally got home, and Jean had seemed to be upset about something, 
but when he had questioned her about it, she refused to say anything. Tom 
figured she must be upset over the way he'd gone to work on a Saturday, but, 
when he tentatively mentioned it, she had brushed the subject aside. Well, 
what the hell; if she wanted to keep her thoughts to herself, he certainly 
wasn't going to stir them up. 

The unfaithful young husband could hardly wait to see his seductive 
secretary again. It had been hard dragging himself away from her yesterday, 
but he had to in order not to make his wife suspicious. He had never met 
anyone like Ingrid in his life, and, suddenly, he felt like a new man. 
Virile, attractive - feelings he hadn't experienced with Jean in a long 
time. 

Not even in the earliest days of his marriage had he felt the surge of power 
that he felt after making love to Ingrid yesterday. She was all woman, and 
she made him feel like a complete, satisfied man. 

"Will you be home for dinner?" Jean asked tonelessly, as he picked up his 
bag of golf clubs and headed for the front door. 

"Better not plan anything, honey," he said carefully, "Al and I might grab a 
bite out somewhere and then have a beer later." 

Jean just shrugged indifferently, and stood immobile as he gave her a 
salutory peck on the cheek. After he'd left, the house suddenly seemed 
forlorn and empty, and she drifted into the kitchen somewhat absently and 
began washing the morning's dishes. As she did so, she tried to control a 
rising sense of solitude, a growing realization that something, somewhere, 
was fundamentally wrong with her marriage. She knew that her husband's lack 
of attention and frequent absences from her, whether to work or to "go out 
with the boys," were only a symptom of a far deeper and more serious 
malaise. But, try as she might, she couldn't pinpoint the reason for what 
seemed to be Tom's lack of interest in her. 

He was so changed lately, she had to assume it was his promotion and the 
extra pressure of his work. Even this golf date this afternoon -before he 
was promoted, he never did anything like that. 

Oh well, she sighed to herself, its all part of being an executive, and 
being alone all the time is part of being an executive's wife! 

She wondered how she was going to fill her afternoon. She had thought of 
driving to the park and taking a long walk there, but the knowledge that she 
would feel utterly left out when she saw all the couples there made her 
decide not to. She knew that she had to find something to occupy all the 
lonely afternoons and evenings she was sure to be spending alone from now 
on, at least until Tom's position was firmly secured on the executive 
ladder. They had both known when he took this particular job and applied 
himself to his field, that there were sacrifices that would have to be made, 
but adding everything up, they had agreed that it was worth it. Now Jean 
wondered if they had been foolish. After all, the best years of Tom's life 
were being spent climbing painfully rung by rung up that ladder, while she 
was left at the bottom, ready to either catch him when he fell, or climb up 
after him when he reached the security of the upper rungs. But Jean was 
slowly learning that, for her, material benefits did not compensate for 
emotional paucity. 

The train of Jean's thoughts was halted by a knock on the kitchen door, and 
she turned, wondering who it could be. The sun reflecting on the wire mesh 
of the screen door made it difficult to see who it was, and then Jean 
recognized young Randy Webb, her gardener, remembering at the same time his 
promise to return to finish cutting the yard. 

"Oh Randy, come on in, I'm just finishing up the dishes," the young 
housewife said, wiping her hands, on the dish towel at the same time. "I 
didn't expect you to come on a beautiful afternoon like this." 

"Oh, yes'm, if I promise a thing, then I do it." 

Randy wandered into the kitchen, glancing around him as he did so, taking in 
the brightly new kitchen appliances and the freshly scrubbed floor. Boy, he 
thought to himself, this sure is a hell of a lot different from my place. 

"Did you get that lawnmower fixed?" the husky teenager said aloud, noticing 
at the same time that Mrs. Lincoln was even more sexy than she'd been two 
days before, even though she had more clothes on. Now she was wearing a pair 
of really tight shorts, and a kind of neck thing that just barely came down 
to cover her tits. Jesus Christ, what he wouldn't do to get a hold of those 
two nipples and twist them right off! 

"Yes, I took it in yesterday afternoon, and they fixed it right away, just 
like you said." Jean folded the towel and set it on the towel rack, turning 
back to the boy just in time to see him avert his eyes guiltily from her 
bare midriff. She realized with amusement that he must have been looking at 
her breasts. Boys! she laughed to herself. Well, I suppose they all start 
getting ideas sometime. 

"I thought you were going to the beach yesterday afternoon," Randy said, 
abruptly turning his eyes back to her as though chiding himself for being 
such a kid. 

"Yes .. . well, we didn't go. My husband, uh .. . " 

"Stood up, huh? By your own husband?" Randy's voice was more confident now, 
assured. 

"Well... yes, yes I suppose you could say that." Jean tried to keep her 
voice light, even though the memory of how her picnic had been ruined the 
day before by Tom's thoughtlessness still upset her. Then she noticed the 
odd way the young boy was staring at her as she answered, and suddenly grew 
confused. "Uhhhh . .. well, are you ready to get to work?" 

"I thought you'd never ask." 

Was she mistaken, or did Jean detect a note of suggestiveness in his voice. 
No, it wasn't possible, she reassured herself. After all, she was almost 
twice his age! 

"Well, the lawnmower is out in the garage, you know where." Jean turned back 
to the sink, but then became aware of the fact that Randy hadn't moved. 
"Well?" she asked, turning back to him, put slightly off balance by his 
familiar grin. 

"Yeah, right," the blonde headed youth replied, going to the door and then 
turning, a strangely meaningful look in his blue eyes. "And maybe later, 
when I get hot, you could give me another Coke or something, O.K.?" 

"Yes, all right. Yes." 

And then he was gone, sauntering out the screen door and turning off the 
patio in the direction of the garage. Jean was nonplussed. Something in the 
way he had looked at her struck an unpleasant cord deep inside her, and she 
couldn't explain what it was. And then she thought of it: It was the same 
feeling she used to have when she worked the fashion shows as a model, when 
men buyers would look at her in a particular way, as if to say, "I know 
you're a model, baby, and what else?" Jean had always felt like shouting 
back at these leering men that just because she had a good figure and was a 
model didn't mean that she was as loose as some of the other girls were. And 
now, in her own kitchen, something in the way young Randy Webb had looked at 
her gave her the same reaction. Why? 

Jean had always considered Randy as nothing more than a young kid who came 
over once every two weeks to cut the lawn. But she realized, as she thought 
about it, that the teenager's eyes, as he had looked at her just now, were 
not the eyes of a boy. No, not even those of an adolescent. They were the 
cold, almost calculating eyes of the men twenty years his senior who had 
come to the fashion shows when she was a model! 

Jean looked out the window, to where Ranoy had gotten the lawnmower from the 
garage and was preparing to start it. Suddenly she noticed his manly build, 
saw the muscles that made him seem from a distance more like an athlete in 
his twenties than the youngster she'd considered him. And then she 
remembered the emphasis he'd put in his question about her husband not going 
to the beach with her, and also the special tone he'd given his request for 
a Coke later. Almost as though he was demanding it, rather than asking. And 
was it only her imagination which suddenly saw a lewd suggestiveness in his 
phrase, "When I get hot?" 

OH, this is crazy, the housewife suddenly laughed to herself. What am I 
thinking about? Randy is a boy, and I'm almost old enough to be his mother, 
give or take a few years. Don't be a silly little ass, Jean Lincoln! 

And with that, she turned back to her chores, the first of which was to 
rescrub her shiny kitchen floor. As she began to work, she heard the roar of 
the lawnmower outside, and looked outside to see Randy beginning to push it 
through the jungle of her backyard. She watched him outline a square of mown 
grass around the yard, and then begin to follow it in, pushing easily 
through the tangle of three-inch grass. And she looked up again when he 
passed to notice that he'd taken his shirt off, revealing the mature 
physique he was so proud of.. . and almost every time he came around, she 
took a moment to just glance out the kitchen window, to gaze at the handsome 
sixteen year old and laugh at herself for taking his youthful admiration of 
her as a threat, to laugh and to feast her eyes unconsciously on his 
magnificent young body. 

Jean's sidelong, sometimes unconscious stares out her kitchen window were 
not lost on the young Randy Webb, however. On the contrary, he made certain 
to check the window out of the corner of his eye each time he passed it, and 
almost always he found the beautiful Mrs. Lincoln standing there, obviously 
looking in his direction. The very thought excited Randy so much that he 
could hardly keep mowing the grass. He could feel a steady hardening of his 
physically mature cock in his blue jeans, which he could only control by 
pushing the lawnmower faster and faster through the heavy grass. Christ! 
He'd thought maybe Mrs. Lincoln was interested in him, or at least thought 
he was good looking. But then he'd gone home and chided himself for 
imagining things. Even though he'd lain awake for two nights dreaming of 
really socking it to his voluptuous employer, still he hadn't really been 
able to make himself believe that his thoughts had been anything more than 
the fanciful flights of his over-active imagination. And yet, here she was, 
not even able to take her eyes off him while he was working! 

Randy knew he'd taken quite a chance by being so forward in the kitchen, 
talking about her husband like that, and giving her that sexy come-on. Well, 
what the hell! He had to find out didn't he? And it looked like he'd been 
right before, that she really might open up to him if he played his cards 
right. It was a good thing he'd had a couple of beers to calm himself down 
over at his friend's house before coming over this afternoon, or else he'd 
be so excited he'd be cumming in his pants right now! 

The sun burned down on the husky teenager's back, doing nothing to relieve 
him of his mounting excitement. His imagination had already taken him where 
in reality he might fear to go, and by the time he had finished the yard, he 
was fully convinced that Jean Lincoln was as hot for him as he was hot for 
her. Of course, it was only his imagination, fueled by Jean's unawareness of 
his sexually mature attitudes, but the fact remained that the lawnmower flew 
around the Lincoln's yard, and inside of thirty minutes, the mower was shut 
off and Randy was standing at the kitchen door, breathing hard and sweating 
profusely. 

"Well, ma'am, all done!" Jean looked up from where she was cleaning under 
the refrigerator, and said with surprise: "So soon?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Lincoln," Randy grinned, still standing outside the door. "I 
guess I was just looking forward to that beer you promised me." 

Jean stood up, and then smiled. "You mean Coke, don't you?" 

"Naw, I'll take a beer if you don't mind," Randy said, coming in the back 
door and throwing himself into a chair at the kitchen table. 

"Well, I don't know, Randy," Jean began. "I don't think you're quite old ... 
" 

"Aw, Mrs. Lincoln, I been drinking beer for years. I even drink it with my 
Dad. Besides, it's hot as hell out there, and I deserve some kind of reward 
for finishing up so fast, don't I?" 

Jean felt strangely intimidated by this young boy's brash self-assuredness, 
but she rationalized her way out of the problem by accepting what he told 
her at face value. After all, if he was allowed to drink beer at home .. . 

"Well, all right. Just this once ..." She took one beer out of the 
refrigerator, and then two, "I guess I'll join you. It is getting hot, isn't 
it?" "Yes, ma'am. It sure is," Randy grinned broadly, took the can she 
offered, and tilted his head back to let the cool liquid pour down his 
throat. He smiled to himself as he continued to chug the beer, knowing that 
Mrs. Lincoln couldn't fail to be impressed by this little trick that always 
dazzled the girls in his housing project. When he'd finished, he banged the 
can down on the table, looked at Jean to see her surprise, and then quickly 
moved to the refrigerator himself. 

"That's all right," he said quickly, taking a beer and opening it in one 
motion. "I'll get this one." His head whirled a little from the beer's 
effect on his over-heated body, and he almost stumbled coming back to the 
table. 

"Now wait a minute, Randy. I don't remember saying you could have two." 
Jean's voice was strident, almost like a mother chastising her young son. 
The tone of voice was not lost on Randy. 

"What do you think? I'm not old enough or something?" Randy steadied himself 
with his hand on the table. "I bet I could out-drink you any day. And your 
husband, too." 

Jean started to protest again, but stopped as Randy again tilted the can to 
his mouth, and began swallowing the alcohol in great quantities. He chugged 
the beer until he thought his lungs would pop, but he didn't care. He would 
show this older woman that he wasn't some kid or something! He was somebody 
that she better watch out for, that's what!! 

He only finished his beer three-quarters of the way before he had to quit, 
again banging his hand down on the table and spilling most of the rest of 
the can's contents over the table. He stared at the frothy pool, his breath 
coming in gasps, and tried to stop his head from whirling around and around. 
He felt so dizzy he could hardly sit up straight, and it made him angry; 
made him feel weak in the presence of this older woman. What if she thought 
he couldn't hold his liquor? What if she thought he was just a punk kid 
trying to impress her or something? Why wouldn't his goddamned head stop 
spinning?!!! 

"I .. . I ... saw," he began. What was he trying to say? He knew, but the 
words didn't come through his gasping breathing. 

"Randy, are you all right?" Jean was suddenly worried, not only for him, but 
also she was suddenly aware of the terrible anger he was feeling, and the 
violence in him which she'd never seen before. The motherly concern in her 
voice, though, was the worse reaction she could have had. It drew his 
attention like a red cape draws bulls. 

"I saw you .. . looking at me through the window," the muscular teenager 
managed, turning his cold eyes on the beautiful older housewife, raking her 
voluptuous body with them, taking in every curve of her abundant succulent 
breasts and smoothly tanned thighs. Now was the time, he thought to himself 
drunkenly. Now was the time to make his move before he lost control of 
himself! 

"I don't know what you mean, Randy ..." Jean answered, more than a little 
frightened as she saw the same gaze which she used to associate with the 
older men looking at her, but which was coupled now with a youthful violence 
that was beginning to terrify her. 

"Oh, I think you do," Randy went on, standing up suddenly and almost losing 
his balance, catching himself on the table and straightening up quickly with 
a silent curse. "I think you know what I mean . .. baby." 

Jean listened to the slurring of his speech, and saw the eerie look in his 
shining eyes. She experienced a tremor of fear as she stared at him, unable 
to believe that this was the same boy who had walked in her kitchen door, 
Desperately, she tried to keep her voice steady and maintain a semblance of 
calm self-control. It was ridiculous: The last five minutes had played like 
a fast-action film, with unbelievable transformation coming over the 
obviously excited boy. 

"Randy, I think you'd better leave. You've had a little too much to drink, 
and-" 

"I have not had too much to drink!" Randy yelled with fierceness in his 
eyes. And then his voice grew softer. "Whatsa matter . . . doncha want me 
around, Mrs. Lincoln? You were thinking something different when you were 
watching me out that window, I bet!" 

"Randy, I'm warning you. Please go right now, or I'll call the police!" Her 
urgent warning only seemed to spur the teenager into sudden action. His hand 
reached out swiftly and gripped the startled wife, and Jean stiffened as the 
boy's strong fingers tightened around her shoulder, his surprising strength 
and the cold threatening expression in his icy blue eyes evoking a sudden 
stab of panic in her stomach. Events were crowding too fast on her harried 
consciousness and shivers of terror coursed through her as he suddenly 
propelled her backwards up off the kitchen chair. 

"Get your hands off me!" she suddenly shouted, but her cold command only 
infuriated the teenager, and he raised his hand, slapping her brutally 
across the face. 

"Don't tell me what to do," he stormed, his speech slurred from the effects 
of chugging two beers, "you think I'm just a kid .... but I'll show you that 
I'm a man!" Glaring fiercely at the suddenly frightened Jean, who was 
trembling from the jarring impact of his blow, he pushed her suddenly 
through the kitchen doorway and into the living room, and then against the 
sofa, unbalancing her and sending her sprawling across the soft deep 
cushions. 

"Leave me alone. .. please get away from me!" Jean pleaded desperately, all 
pretense of superiority and authority dropped. She was frankly terrified of 
this single-minded assault on her by this muscular youth. Oh God, she sobbed 
silently, what does he want with me? 

Randy slowly forced the overpowered woman's arm back beyond her head and 
stretched his rangy muscular body over her softly trembling figure. He 
clamped his hungry lips over her ripely inviting mouth, digging his tongue 
against her defiantly-set teeth, forcing it hard into the sweet moist cavity 
of her mouth. 

Her stomach churning from shock, Jean lay motionless under his clenched and 
restraining grip, her brain screaming alarm, flooding the intricate channels 
and nerves of her body with adrenalin. She had to get away from his maddened 
assault! 

Suddenly, with a bound of unforeseen strength, she jerked away from him and 
ran, her heart pounding with terror, darting into the bedroom. Awkwardly, 
she fumbled with the lock, her numbed fingers frantically grasping the bolt 
that would shut him out, that would give her time to reach the bedside phone 
and call the police. She could hear his footsteps crashing towards her as 
she pushed the small stubborn piece of hardware. Dear God, she begged 
inwardly, If I can only get this damned thing shut! 

In the space of another second, the limber youth had reached the door and 
was forcing it relentlessly open with his sturdy shoulder! 

"Not so fast, Mrs. Lincoln," he leered as he pushed the door fully open and 
grabbed the frantic housewife. 

Randy laughed, a coarse victorious chuckle as he roughly shoved her down on 
the big double bed. 

"You're gonna stay put this time!" he spat, squeezing her painfully against 
the bedclothes. "Don't move a muscle, you cock-teasing bitch, or I'll beat 
the shit out of you!!" His voice was cold with rage, his steel-blue eyes 
boring into her frightened and contorted face. She moaned with fright as his 
hand began to fumble with the thin protection of her very brief halter top. 
She wanted to stop him, to push his hand away, but she was too afraid, too 
terrified of arousing the seething anger that lay under his cool adolescent 
exterior. 

With a quick, sharp tug, he ripped away the sash of her halter and violently 
pulled off the confining fabric of her short shorts, exposing to his 
diabolical lust-inflamed gaze the lovely sculpted contours of her voluptuous 
body, completely naked but for a flimsy string of white nylon bikini pants. 
A low gasp of excitement came from the drunken youth's throat as Jean tried 
ineffectually to cover her suddenly exposed breasts. She looked so fabulous! 
Until this moment, all his sexual experience had been with immature, 
adolescent girls or baggy prostitutes, and his dazed brain blazed at the 
sight of the softly fleshed mounds of her erotically full breasts, the 
glossy firm roundness of her magnificent thighs rising to the sensual flare 
of her silky smooth hips. His eyes riveted on the enticing blonde crevice of 
her panty-clad pubic mound, and his mouth hung open as his breath pumped 
raggedly in and out of his heaving young chest. The boy was almost out of 
his mind with rampaging desire and his fiery cock was a jumping and aching 
hardness between his tensed legs, straining the rough fabric of his tight 
jeans. Hurriedly his hands opened the buttons of his fly, allowing his 
already rigid penis to spring free in the cool air of the bedroom, thrusting 
itself, upright with proudly assertive desire from the wiry thatch of his 
pubic hair. His still thickening member was sending sharp and urgent 
impulses to his sex-crazed brain, urging him to hurry, to answer the 
clamorous demands of his raging lust. This older woman's body was even more 
sensually exciting than he'd expected. Seeing her lying there nakedly 
trembling before him filled him with a wild sense of male power: A grown 
woman, scared to death of him! She was nearly old enough to be his mother, 
and Randy felt a sudden wicked thrill as he savored the fact that she was a 
married woman as well, supposedly completely out of his reach! Yes, when he 
first saw this luscious piece so cool and unapproachable in her fancy home, 
he never dreamed he could get the best of her so quickly . . . and what a 
woman! he thought exultantly. He gazed down with drunken satisfaction at his 
massive erection poling obscenely out from the open "vee" of his fly, and 
smiled happily to himself. With a rush, he finished undressing. 

Jean gave a low and frightened whimper of fear as she felt Randy's strong 
young hand slide firmly between the quivering columns of her tightly 
clenched legs, and then felt him push relentlessly upward, forcing apart her 
tender inner thighs, thrusting his fingers aggressively under the elastic 
ridge of her bikini panties to graze momentarily against the curling 
tendrils of her pussy hair. 

"Noooooo! Noooooo!" Jean screamed with undisguised horror, recoiling as 
though she had just been stung. She ground her panty-protected buttocks down 
into the softness of the bed in futile retreat from his roughly invading 
hand. 

"Hold still, bitch!" he barked at her, his other hand shooting out to 
deliver another brutal slap against her tear-stained face. 

Jean lay back numbly, unresisting now, her eyes brimming with tears, staring 
vacantly ahead. She was excruciatingly aware of Randy's forceful hands 
grasping the sensitive inner surface of her long legs, but there was nothing 
she could do about it. Her fear of this brutal young thug and what he would 
do to her had mastered her and she wanted only to escape the throbbing pain 
of his blows. She was desperately afraid of rousing his temper further, of 
provoking something she sensed in him, a bestially uncompromising anger. She 
stared unseeingly at his massive cock which was balanced obscenely between 
her splayed legs. She was willing her brain to lose itself into oblivion, to 
ignore the unthinkably lewd assault that was taking place right in her own 
neat, familiar bedroom. 

A long violent tremor shot through her as she felt her young tormentor's 
fingers grazing once more against the palpitating nylon-covered mound of her 
vaginal hair. Shudders spasmed through her terrified body as she felt his 
fingers grasp the flimsy elastic waistband of her panties, and then a wave 
of sheer unmitigated horror crashed over her as Randy, with a quick powerful 
tug, ripped the gossamer veil of protective fabric right off her cringing 
loins, with one swift brutal gesture, destroying the last barrier of her 
defense against his violent assault. A cold shudder of nausea swept through 
her - this just wasn 't happening! It just couldn 't be! 

Her widening eyes focused on him and she really saw clearly for the first 
time the huge hardness of his lewdly swollen cock, poised at the entrance to 
her vulnerable vaginal depths. It was so hard, so furiously erect, so 
frighteningly obscene! 

A lewd pornographic image of herself dazzled her mind, blinding her rational 
thought; how she must look, naked and flat on her back, spread-eagled under 
this youth's purplish and upraised penis, her most private flesh exposed to 
the lascivious attentions of a complete stranger! 

She could feel the blood in her veins chill as she saw him guiding the angry 
red length of his desire-hardened penis towards the trembling little opening 
to her body, the blood-swollen tip parting her blonde pubic hair, and then, 
without hesitation, surging forward as he flexed his hips, driving hard up 
into her unprepared cunt, sinking his pulsating thickness almost to the hilt 
in her tenderly stretched vaginal entrance! 

"AAARRGGGGHHHHH .. . !" she groaned helplessly as her agonized legs splayed 
and kicked out futilely on either side of the youth's lean young body. 

For a long moment, during which Jean thought she'd die from the agonizing 
pain, Randy held it there, savoring the wildly exciting sensation of feeling 
his virile young penis sunk at last into the older woman's heatedly 
resisting vaginal depths. Then he clenched his teeth and, cupping the 
trembling mounds of her soft firm buttocks in his hard palms, he shoved 
forward, groaning savagely, forcing his long rangy cock all the way to the 
hilt in Mrs. Lincoln's sorely bruised cuntal passage. 

"OOOHHHHHHH ... OH GOD. YOU'RE KILLING ME .. . STOP! STOP!" she wailed, 
sobbing piteously, twisting her body in a vain attempt to escape the 
desire-hardened mass of his impaling member buried agonizingly in her soft 
interior. 

The full shock of her lewdly humiliating position came home to her, the 
bottomless degradation and shame of lying helplessly in her own bed, her 
intimate depths filled by the obscene hardness of a young boy's penis, a boy 
who was almost young enough to be her son! The twisted and bizarre quality 
of this outrage seemed to inflame her agonized brain and destroy the last 
reservoir of her resistance. This young teenage boy was actually raping her 
right here in her own bedroom! She would never be able to live down this 
horrible lewd attack on her private self. How could she ever regain her 
self-respect after this cruel ravishment of her body? And she had only 
herself to blame! She was almost twice his age, and yet she had brought him 
into her house, given him some beer, and when he made sexual advances toward 
her, she had been too confident of her ability to resist him. It was her own 
fault entirely that she had stumbled into this hopeless mire of sexual 
depravity. She felt depressed and frightened, full of self-loathing and pain 
from the granite intrusion of Randy's impossibly hard thick cock that flexed 
itself deep in the buffeted and resisting walls of her aching cunt. There 
was no stopping him, and there was nothing she could do but accept the 
obscene rape of her helplessly pinned body. Randy slowly withdrew the 
lengthy glistening column of his submerged penis, pulling against her 
reluctantly clinging sheath, leaving only the lust-bloated head still buried 
firmly in her violated vagina. 

Jean moaned involuntarily as her tortured cuntal walls closed behind his 
painful withdrawal, but her relief was only momentary as Randy, arching his 
back, his eyes blazing with uncontrolled lust, abruptly slammed his 
blood-engorged shaft back up into her cringing vaginal mouth, far up into 
her tortured little belly, smashing the inflamed head against her tender 
cervix. He crammed the full length of his lust-distended member into her 
defenseless body in one brutal stroke, his dangling balls slapping against 
the smooth naked cheeks of her quavering buttocks. 

Viciously he withdrew, pulling his heavy bloated shaft out with agonizing 
abruptness, and then smashed immediately into her again, maintaining a 
powerful sawing rhythm in and out of the protesting flesh of her futilely 
struggling cunt. With mounting excitement, he thrust into her, flogging her 
bruised vaginal lips with the harsh impact of his pubic bone, twisting and 
stretching the sensitive walls of her vagina and wringing the first 
reluctant drops of moisture from the battered passage of her pain-wracked 
cunt. 

"Oh Christ, ooohhhhh ..." he gasped as his bulging eyes followed the 
progress of the long hard length of his glistening cock, moist now from her 
unwilling secretions, pistoning into her soft blonde pubic triangle. His 
eyes widened as he gaped at the raggedly pink flanges of the protective 
folds of flesh around her writhing pussy, drawing back with each outstroke, 
then being swallowed in again as he drove forward with a relentless pumping 
rhythm into her helplessly servile body. 

His driving male hardness seemed to fill every recess of her violently 
agitated body. His lust-inflated cock expanded stroke by stroke, seeming to 
stretch the clamped walls of her burning sheath, whipping her battered 
genitals into a tingling mass of throbbing nerve-endings. 

With his hands holding her down, the lust-drunken teenager kept fucking 
mercilessly between Jean's forced open thighs with deep hard strokes, 
cramming his palpitating cock to the thick hilt each time on the instroke, 
and then pulling it all the way out until the heavy bulbous head alone was 
still submerged, until at last the lining of her inner cuntal walls was 
flowing with the unwished-for stream of her vaginal juices. 

"Aaaaggghhh! AAAaaggghhhh NO! No! No!" she moaned helplessly, her head 
tossing from side to side, her body aching all over from the terribly 
throbbing thrusts between her open legs. Her brain was dazed and reeling and 
her eyes stared vacantly ahead, wishing only for this terrible ordeal to be 
over. She was humiliated and debased beyond belief and she wished that she 
could be spared the terrible agony which accompanied her demoralizing 
humiliation. She felt she had done nothing to deserve this lewd assault on 
her body by a lust-demented teenager. She didn't deserve it but yet she 
could do nothing to prevent it. She was a helpless victim of the youth's 
overpowering strength and driving masculine desire. 

But even as the young wife lay there, her head drubbing with disbelief, the 
unbelievable happened! She recognized within herself the first signs of a 
slow insidious betrayal of her higher moral self deep within her tortured 
body! Terrible as the realization was to her, a tiny flickering flame had 
been lit deep inside her helplessly resisting belly, and was grimly 
persisting, even spreading in a slowly smouldering combustion of desire 
within her own loins. It was terrible, unthinkable, but she was beginning to 
feel a kind of hotly primitive urge building deep within her savagely 
assaulted cuntal region, a mindlessly growing but still obscured desire, a 
raw need that was threatening to engulf her completely! 

"... Uuugggghhhnnnaaahhh ..." Randy suddenly groaned, a sudden vibrant 
thrill of delight shooting up from his wildly pistoning cock as her moist 
warm vaginal sheath clutched convulsively at his inflated instrument. His 
loud coarse groan of pleasure seemed to trigger an instinctive response in 
Jean as his strange young voice flooded her confused consciousness with a 
ripple- of lurid pleasure.' 

For a long never-ending second, she wavered, teetering between reluctant 
tolerance and lewd submission . . . and then, helplessly, irrevocably, her 
love-starved body gave way to a tidal wave of lust, welling up from her 
heated vaginal passage. She felt herself falling, falling endlessly into a 
current of total surrender. 

"Oooohhhh .. . yessss .. . mmmm ..." she moaned, her voice husky and 
distorted with passionate arousal. Her entire body was slowly undulating as 
she thrust her suddenly eager pelvis forward to meet the full force of her 
young lover's pistoning penis. Her softly quivering buttocks jiggled 
shamelessly with mounting excitement, and her wetly glistening lips were 
curled lewdly to emit breathless mewls of undiluted pleasure. Her blue eyes 
darkened with the smouldering haze of an unleashed sexual inferno and her 
whole body burned with the raging flames of complete arousal, her brain 
crazed to the point of near insanity. She rocked and slapped wetly against 
Randy's pile-driving rod of flesh, her heaving breasts smacking obscenely 
against the smooth hardness of the sixteen year old's muscular chest. Her 
blonde fair flew back like a golden wave of water and she moaned like a wild 
woman, her full lips parted in ecstatic abandon. 

"Ooooohhhhh yes, Randy, yes . .. it's so good, sooooo goood .... " she 
crooned as her arms wrapped tightly around his young neck, and her nails dug 
savagely into his back, her hands sliding desperately down to his thrusting 
buttocks and forcing them harder and faster against the openly presented 
plane of her hungry cunt. 

Man, she's crazy for it.. . she's really hot. .. Randy thought ecstatically 
as he continued to fuck frantically between her widespread legs. He had no 
idea she'd be so turned on by his screwing. .. that was beyond his wildest 
dreams. But she was! He was afraid in the beginning that maybe he'd made a 
bad mistake, and he was really going to be in for some trouble. She had 
fought against it in the beginning, acting all haughty and proud, but she 
had succumbed, and now she was just like any other woman, dying to get 
fucked!! His thoughts ran on lasciviously as he continued to pound against 
her, lewd smacking noises resounding through the bedroom as she stretched 
her long tanned legs farther and farther apart in a hungry effort to engulf 
all of his hotly plunging penis. 

Jean Lincoln was a moaning and unmindful mass of pure pleasure, every ounce 
of her perspiring body alive with tingling excitement, She thought she'd go 
out of her mind from the pure pleasure of fucking and being fucked half to 
death. She didn't know or care-why, but she loved it! Forgotten was her 
initial anger, forgotten was the disgust she'd felt, forgotten was 
everything - her husband Tom, his job, their sexual problems, everything but 
the madly overpowering spasms of pleasure which were convulsing through her 
from this teenage boy's wanton fucking! 

Their perspiring bodies rocked and bucked nakedly against each other, 
filling the bedroom air with the tangy acrid odor of sex and the wild cries 
of sexual arousal as they flailed uncontrollably in the age-old rhythm of 
copulation. They were demented and mindless as they twisted and jerked 
against each other, Randy's wetly pounding young body crashing between the 
widespread and wantonly kicking legs of the tall blonde housewife. "Christ, 
Mrs. Lincoln . . . you sure .. . know .. . how to . .. fuck!" Randy panted 
admiringly as the quickening tempo of their love-making signalled their 
mutually approaching orgasms. 

"Oh God, Randy, don't stop now!" Jean begged wildly, knowing that the full 
blasting force of her climax was hovering just beyond her reach. Suddenly, 
her voice caught in a series of whimpering moans and her legs wrapped up 
tighter around his back as a violent explosion seemed to tear her apart. 

"Oh my God, Randy .. .I'm cumming! I'm cumming . . . AAAAHHHHHH ..." she 
groaned, her voice cracking with passion, her pelvis jerking out of control 
as the detonation of her body-shattering orgasm struck her with the force of 
a bomb, disintegrating her flesh into billions of atoms of excruciating 
pleasure, lighting blaze after blaze of blinding light behind her wildly 
rolling eyes as her pelvis convulsed upward around his deep-sunk penis. 

"Aaaaagggrrrrhhh ..." she continued to sob wildly as her head flailed from 
side to side, her body quiveringly alive with mind-blowing sensations. Again 
and again, her long tanned body jerked and flailed like a puppet on a string 
as floods of unbelievably unexpected pleasure washed over her. She was a 
mindless mass of total feminine arousal, and she forgot to be frightened by 
the terrifying force of her orgasm. She had never known that cumming could 
be like this . . . it was a completely different experience from what she 
usually had. It was miraculous, and this young teenager was the wonder 
worker! In the dim of her orgasm-clouded brain, the rejoicing young 
housewife was aware of a powerful stiffening in her young lover's body, and 
then he was trembling from head to toe, his pelvis thrusting forcefully 
against her wildly kicking legs, raising her loins up off the bed from the 
force of his spasmodic pounding. 

"Aaaarrrhhhh . .. uuggghh ... oh God, Mrs. Lincoln, I'm there .. . I'm . .. 
aaauuggghhh!!" 

He was cumming too, shooting his roiling sperm deep and hard in needle-like 
spurts into the hungrily pulsing sheath of her eagerly waiting belly, 
sending jets of the precious liquid far up into the depths of her greedily 
welcoming interior. He continued to pump into her without let-up, filling 
her helplessly flooded belly with more and more of his hotly foaming 
offering, until she felt filled all the way up to her throat with his 
seething male sperm. His orgasm seemed as if it would never end, as he 
continued ejaculating into her, the heated male semen trickling pleasurably 
through her still quivering cuntal depths, until at last, his powerful young 
penis began to deflate, finally slipping ineffectively from the 
widely-stretched passage of her pulsating vagina. 

It was almost dark when Jean realized she'd been asleep. She was still 
stretched out naked on her back on the wide double bed, her thighs still 
moist from Randy's sperm and lasciviously spread and she was filled with 
such incredible exhaustion that it was an effort to close them. 

Was her husband home? Her first worried thought made her sit bolt upright, 
convulsed with fear, but after a minute, she was able to determine that 
there was no light or sound in the dark, empty house. Randy Webb was gone 
She didn't know when or how .. . and she didn't care. She knew that she'd 
have to drag herself to the bathroom, wash away the exterior signs of the 
young teenager's brutal assault, but that would have to come later. Right 
now, she couldn't move. Her entire body felt sore and abused, her battered 
loins still tingling as a lewd reminder of her shameless orgasm. Shame and 
mortification flooded through her as she recalled how she had thrashed about 
in wanton abandon as Randy had poured his scalding sperm far up into her 
shamelessly hungering cunt, how she had actually climaxed from the 
teenager's obscene love-making. It was almost impossible to believe, but it 
was true! She had actually succumbed to her bases impulses, had actually 
enjoyed the lewd rape of her body by a boy almost half her age. 

Tears sprung to her eyes and she felt utterly sullied, sunk to the lowest 
depths of depravity. How could she ever even hold up her head again after 
what had happened to her? She was no better than the youth who had assaulted 
her She had enjoyed the cruel rape, she, a married woman! Sobs convulsed her 
quivering body as her dazed brain tried to grapple with her feelings. What 
could she do? What was to become of her? How could she live with herself 
after this? Overwhelmed by the realization of what had happened to her, and 
of how her body had betrayed her, Jean sobbed helplessly, giving vent to the 
pent-up feelings of her shattered emotions. It was a long time before she 
could force herself to rise and go to the bathroom, to try to cleanse 
herself of the shame and degradation she felt permeating her entire being. 

 Chapter Four 

Jean took another sip of her strong gin and tonic, and lit another 
cigarette. She knew that during the last few days, she had been drinking too 
much and smoking too many cigarettes, but she couldn't help herself. She 
didn't know how she'd have gotten through the long endless hours otherwise. 
And with Tom working overtime so much lately, the days were doubly long. She 
didn't even get her usual satisfaction from making the house neat and tidy; 
in fact, she couldn't seem to settle on anything. Countless times during the 
day and lonely evening she'd open a book or a magazine or turn on the 
television, and then after five minutes, she'd have forgotten all about 
whatever it was, and would be staring into space .. . thinking about Randy 
Webb. Their sandy-haired gardener even invaded her dreams, appearing in 
different and terrifying forms to taunt her and make love to her! It was 
five days since that terrible Sunday Five long unbearable days in which to 
torment herself, to torture her guilt-ridden brain with self-loathing, to 
blame herself for what had happened. She had told herself, over and over 
again, that it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't help what happened, that 
Randy had forced her to submit to him, in her own bedroom, but she couldn't 
forget how she had enjoyed it, how she had ended up by sobbing out the most 
fulfilling orgasm she'd ever had. She just couldn't banish from her 
remorse-stricken brain the image of her own nakedly sweat-filled body 
fucking back in vital abandon under Randy's deep hard thrusts. 

Her own shrill cries of orgasm still sounded eerily in her ears, and she 
could feel the spasms of pleasure which had surged through when she had 
climaxed. She couldn't make herself believe that it was anything but her own 
fault. After all, she had acted in a reasonable way at the time, if she had 
calmly told the boy he couldn't have any beer, if she had only been firm 
with him, then none of this would have happened. If she had even confessed 
to her husband that night when he'd come home, things might have worked out 
all right. But now she just couldn't tell him! The whole business had gone 
too far. It wouId help so much to be able to tell someone about it, but 
there was nobody. If she unburdened herself to Tom at this late stage, 
confessed everything, she'd still have to tell him about her reaction to the 
horrible assault on her body. She'd have to tell her husband that she'd 
enjoyed, to the extent of reaching a thrilling climax, the brutal rape by a 
liquor-sodden young teenager! Her cheeks burned as she thought of his 
reaction, of what he would think of her. And whatever terrible things he'd 
think about her, he'd be justified! That was the worst thing of all. She 
tried to channel her thoughts into more productive lines, tried to think of 
what her next step would be. And yet she dreaded looking into the future. 

There were so many possibilities - each one worse than the one before. The 
best thing, she knew, would be to forget about the whole thing, chalk it off 
as a bad experience, forget it ever happened. But she couldn't. She knew 
deep in her heart that she couldn't. The act had left an indelible mark on 
her psyche, and she knew she'd always remember it. But there was more to it 
than that. She couldn't deny that for the first time in her life, she had 
been totally and absolutely aroused by sex! That was the plain truth, and 
she had to face it, sooner or later, no matter what the implications were. 
No matter what kind of a woman it proved her to be. What if I never see 
Randy again? That was the question she asked herself over and over. If he 
never appeared in her life again, then in a way her problems would be 
solved. There would be no fear of the same thing happening a second time, no 
chance of Tom finding out. The painfull memory would be just that, 
obliterated with time. But could she live the rest of her life without 
experiencing that incredibly arousing feeling of climaxing fully and 
simultaneously with a man? 

Could she? 

"I don't know! I don't know!" she sobbed suddenly, burying her face in her 
hands. It was too much for her. She just couldn't face it alone. If only 
there were someone she could confide in . .. 

She finished her drink and then stood up and turned towards the kitchen, 
determined to fix herself another one. She didn't care if she was having too 
many drinks - she needed them in order to get through the long lonely 
evening ahead, and to shield her from her terrifyingly incriminating 
thoughts. She felt a little woozy when she stood up and knew that the gin 
was making her dizzy. But I'll be all right when I have another one, she 
told herself, moving falteringly towards the kitchen. 

"Mrs. Lincoln!" 

Jean's head jerked up and her eyes widened in horror and surprise, mingled 
with disbelief when she saw the figure standing in the screened doorway. 

"Randy!" she whispered, trembling from a mixture of dread and gladness. 

"I didn't think you'd mind if I brought my brother, Larry, along," the 
grinning teenager smiled, gesturing to a short, stocky dark-haired boy 
standing beside him. "Well, we're half brothers really." Jean figured that 
the boy, Larry, was probably the younger of the two, though it was hard to 
tell. He was a little shorter, but not by much, and his face was almost as 
mature as his brother's. It did have a little more youthful look of 
freshness and innocence about it, but not much, and involuntarily Jean felt 
a shiver ripple through her. But she forced herself to be calm, because it 
was obvious that Randy was in a friendly and conciliatory mood and was 
acting as if nothing happened last Sunday between them. 

"Why don't you guys sit in the living room and I'll bring in some Cokes," 
Jean suggested, suddenly feeling much better. Now at least I won't be alone 
for the evening, she told herself. She felt almost happy as she brought a 
few bottles and some potato chips to the living room, and rationalized that 
what happened last Sunday was on account of Randy's being drunk from the 
beer. But a little Coke surely won't hurt, she smiled to herself. 

The two boys accepted the Coke with alacrity and Jean herself had one, too, 
instead of another gin and tonic. She felt happier than she had in days, 
sitting with the two handsome teenagers, sipping Coke and munching chips, 
and joining in with their conversation. Not that they were talking a lot; in 
fact, what they said was mostly in the nature of a private joke between 
them, but Jean didn't feel left out. It was enough that they had called on 
her and were now in her living room. Gradually, her worries about what had 
happened last Sunday faded. It was all a terrible mistake, something that 
wouldn't happen again, and she was right not to tell Tom about it. 

She was busy talking to Larry Webb about something or other, and didn't even 
notice when Randy got up and disappeared into the kitchen. In fact, she was 
feeling more than a little light-headed from all the gin she'd already 
consumed. But when Randy came back from the kitchen carrying a six-pack of 
beer, Jean did notice, and her breath caught in her throat. 

"Ummm ... I'd rather you boys didn't have any of that, Randy," she 
hesitatantly said, trying but not succeeding in forcing some authority into 
her voice. 

"Hey, did you hear that, Larry?" Randy said, opening a can and handing it to 
his brother. 

"What's that?" Larry answered, taking a deep swallow. 

"She called us 'boys'!" Randy laughed. 

"Yeah, I bet she thinks we're just a couple of kids, eh?" 

"Not after what I gave her on Sunday, isn't that right, Mrs. Lincoln?" Randy 
leered, his voice suddenly ugly. 

Jean froze, her mouth going dry. Her heart was beating so loud that she was 
sure they must hear, but she didn't say anything. She wanted to gather her 
thoughts, to say something that wouldn't upset them, yet at the same time 
pass over the incident lightly if she could. But she was having difficulty 
thinking; her brain didn't seem to function properly; even the two figures 
still seated on the couch seemed to swim before her. 

"Now, Randy, let's forget about that, okay? You know it was all a mistake 
..." The words spilled from her in a brittle voice, and they weren't what 
she intended to say at all. 

"Forget about it? No sir, I'm not going to forget that I fucked you, and 
you're not going to, either!" 

"Please, Randy, be a good boy and - " "I'm sick and tired of you calling me 
a boy!" Randy stormed, coming towards her menacingly. "I thought I proved to 
you once and for all that I'm no boy!" 

"Are you sure it wasn't just your imagination? She doesn't look too friendly 
to me!" Larry jeered, sneering at his brother. 

Randy turned pale, and Jean could see his hands doubling into fists. She was 
afraid that the two teenagers were going to have a fight and she stifled a 
gasp of fear as Randy whirled around to face his brother. 

"Are you calling me a liar?" he raged furiously. 

"No, I'm not," Larry said, his voice less confident, obviously intimidated 
by Randy. "But you promised me a free show, and it doesn't look to me as if 
she's going to put out. We're just wasting time, when we could be with 
Freda. You know she always comes across!" 

Jean listened to this exchange, a fiery blush reddening her face. What had 
Randy been saying? Had he told his brother about how he had made love to 
her? 

"Randy, w-what does your brother mean?" she finally gasped. She just had to 
know for sure just what Randy said. 

"You mean about Freda? She's a real wild cookie we know who always - " 

"No, what did he mean by a "free show"?" 

"Oh, that!" Randy replied nonchalantly, "Well, I just mentioned that he 
could hang around while we were fucking! You know, add to the fun!" 

"Oh God!" Jean couldn't help gasping. She just couldn't believe it. It was 
impossible that the brazen sixteen year old had actually planned to have his 
brother come to watch ... casually assuming that he could make love to her 
again! It was just too much to take! 

"Randy, I think it's time you left, right now!" she said in as cold a voice 
as possible, desperately trying to keep the tone even, afraid of betraying 
her underlying fear. If she showed them any vulnerability, they'd take 
advantage of it. It was better to coldly command them, frighten them with 
authority. 

"Hey, not so fast, honey," Randy drawled, "the night's still young." 

"I said, leave or I'll call the police!" she said again, willing them to 
obey. 

"The police! Did you hear that, Randy? She'll call the police!" Larry 
laughed mirthfully. 

"W-what's so funny about that?" the older woman faltered, feeling herself to 
be rapidly losing ground, as neither of the teenagers made a move to go. 

"Picture how it will look to the cops, Mrs. Lincoln," Randy laughed. "You 
complain about us, but here we are, drinking your beer and eating your 
potato chips. Anybody can see we've been here quite awhile - why get excited 
now?" 

He was right. It would be incongruous to report that she was being 
threatened when the evidence pointed to her being very friendly with the 
youths. She was trapped! 

"My husband will be home soon ... he won't like it if he sees you two here!" 
she said feebly, hoping that her ruse would work. 

"Don't' give me that!" Randy snapped, looming closer to her. "You know as 
well as I do that he won't be home till well after eleven, like every other 
night of this week!" 

"H-how did you know?" Jean said miserably, hope dying inside her. She played 
desperately for time, hoping to sidetrack the two teenagers. 

"Never you mind, honey," the older brother laughed, suddenly reaching for 
her, and before she had time to move he was kissing her, holding her head 
back by tugging on her hair, his slippery tongue darting wetly between her 
teeth and probing lewdly at hers. She tried to struggle, to release herself 
from his hold, but he was too strong. Tears sprung to her eyes at the 
helplessness of her position and she wished the ground would open and 
swallow her. It was more than she could take. What a fool she'd been, being 
friendly to them! She might have known what they wanted! At last, she felt 
his arms slacken around her and she jerked her head away. 

"How did you like - " Randy began but his leering question was cut off by 
the resounding slap of Jean's hand against his cheek. For a moment he stood 
as though turned to stone, staring at her, unable to believe that she had 
really struck him. 

"Wow! A real firebrand!" Larry laughed from his position on the sofa. His 
brother's mocking taunt, however, galvanized Randy into action, and with 
pent-up rage, fortified by youthful strength, he grabbed the cowering woman 
and flung her violently, sending her hurtling half-way across the room, 
making her sprawl clumsily on the carpeted floor. 

Before she could move, he was by her side, his hands tearing at her clothes, 
his teeth gnashing in fury. 

"I'll teach you, you goddamn bitch! I'll show you!" he snarled as he tore 
the material of her blouse, revealing the fragile pink lace of her 
brassiere. With one angry tug he yanked the flimsy piece of cloth away, 
freeing She satin-fleshed mounds of her quivering breasts. Instinctively, 
Jean wrapped her arms around herself in a protective gesture, but it was 
futile. Still enraged, Randy continued to pull at her clothes, tearing away 
her skirt, until she was cringing there, clad only in a pair of brief 
panties. The crazed youth stood glowering over her, his eyes racing wildly 
over the erotically voluptuous curves of her silky soft body, excited by the 
sight of her tremblingly naked flesh, his anger accentuated by his mounting 
passion. 

"Now, baby, what have you got to say for yourself?" he hissed, nudging her 
slightly with his knee. His casual, disrespectful gesture filled Jean with 
loathing and kindled the spark of rebellion lurking inside her. 

"Keep away from me, you filthy animal," the angered housewife screamed, her 
eyes flashing, her chin raised in defiance as she leaned up on her elbows. 
There was a moment's terrible silence. 

"You're not going to let her get away with that. are you, Randy? She called 
you an animal! An animal! You heard her!" Larry said, breaking the heavy 
silence, his dark eyes sadistic and cruel. 

"Goddamn right I'm not!" Randy growled, moving closer to Jean's cowering 
form. "I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson she'll never forget!" 

Jean cringed from his threatening words, and a cold shiver of fear iced 
through her. Every spark of hope died inside her. There was nothing to save 
her now. She had thrown away whatever chance of conciliation she had by her 
last words. 

She was at their mercy now. There was nothing she could do but submit to 
whatever they had in mind, otherwise there was no telling what they'd do! 

She jerked backed involuntarily when she felt Randy's hand on her shoulder 
and he did not miss her movement of revulsion. His fingers tightened like 
claws on the soft flesh and he yanked her to the side, sprawling her face 
downwards on the floor. His hands ran lewdly over her soft naked body, and 
she tried to stop herself from shuddering under his touch. The huge fangs of 
fear snapped at her and threatened to devour her completely, and desperately 
she clung to the last shreds of reason that still remained to her. 

"Please, Randy ... let's talk it over," she began piteously, "I didn't mean 
..." 

"Shut up!" he snarled, breaking in on her sobbing words, "you've had your 
say!" 

"Oh Randy, I'm sorry ..." she continued hoping to make him change his mind 
by appealing to him. 

"I don't want to hear another word from you!" he growled, his hand tangling 
cruelly in her hair and forcing her face against the rug cutting off her 
breath. For a moment she struggled, desperately fighting for survival 
knowing that he had won again. She'd do as he said, because she had no 
choice! He was stronger than she, and so held the upper hand. She had to 
submit! 

Dimly, she was aware of Randy's hands on her hips, easing down her panties, 
baring the softly quivering cheeks of her smooth buttocks. "Man, what a 
tight little ass!" Randy's brother whispered suddenly, and Jean knew that he 
was staring at her naked body, kneeling only a few feet away. 

"Yeah, it sure is!" Randy agreed, his hands kneading the softly flaccid 
flesh, pulling the tanned and ovalled mounds painfully apart revealing the 
dark crevice nestled invitingly between them. She squirmed under his obscene 
clawing, his fingers like steel needles in her soft flesh, and she thought 
she would die from the pain shooting through her from his merciless 
straining of her unprotected ass-cheeks. "What're you going to do man?" 
Larry hissed excitedly, his eyes staring out of his head at the sight of the 
beautiful young wife stretched out naked on the rug in front of him. "Just 
wait and see!" Randy laughed, suddenly tightening his grip on her hips and 
levering her upwards, forcing her to balance herself on her knees. She 
remained there for a moment, on all fours, her breasts dangling voluptuously 
down, her face burning in shame and embarrassment until Randy once more dug 
his hand into her hair and brutally forced her head downward, while at the 
same time maintaining a savage grip on her hips. Again her face made 
smothering contact with the rug, while her buttocks waved obscenely high in 
the air behind her. Her hair was tangled and loose around her head, 
completely obscuring her face, and she was glad, because that way they 
couldn't see the abject mortification etched plainly on her crimsoned face. 
She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Nothing in her wildest dreams 
could prepare her for the overwhelming shame of being slavishly forced into, 
this lewd crouching position, completely naked, a helpless victim of two 
sadistic young teenagers. She couldn't believe it was really happening to 
her. Events had moved too swiftly for her to comprehend, and she had given 
up trying. God, what a fool I was to have gone along with their little game 
. . . if only I'd known what they had in mind! But it was too late now. If 
she tried to scream, Randy would hurt her again, and pleading with him had 
no effect either. There was nothing she could do but accept what came! 

She whimpered pathetically as his hand continued to knead the rounded 
whiteness of her quivering buttocks, twisting and squeezing the softly 
yielding flesh with growing lust. 

"Aaaaaahhh ..." she sobbed out suddenly as she felt the lewd wet contact of 
the older brother's tongue on her nakedly cringing flesh sweeping the length 
of the vulnerable crevice between the ovalled cushions of her fear-tensed 
buttocks. She squirmed weakly, having no strength left to resist, yet unable 
to bear this final humiliation, this perverse oral caress. She moaned again 
as Randy continued to slaver his thick wet tongue along her sorely stretched 
anal crack. 

His fingers tightened unbearably once more on her futilely resisting 
ass-cheeks, levering them painfully apart, revealing the darkness of her 
fear-clenched back channel. The sex-crazed adolescent stared at the puckered 
little ring, and men, without preamble, he raised his forefinger and jabbed 
lasciviously at the secret opening, probing and prodding until at last he 
managed to insert it to the first knuckle in the rubberily resisting 
orifice. 

"Oh God, stop... please stop!" Jean pleaded, her entire body shame-frozen 
and cowering, waves of revulsion coursing through her at the thought of what 
she was undergoing - and here in her own living room! Pain flooded through 
her in rising tides of increasing agony, and she thought that her entire 
spinal column was on fire from his illicit penetration of her anus. Even if 
her numbed brain could direct her paralyzed body to move, her body couldn't 
obey, because Randy's free hand continued to dig cruelly into the soft 
whiteness of her buttocks, immobilizing her. 

"Please don't, Randy ..." she sobbed again as she felt the youth's finger 
worm its way insidiously into her tightly resisting nether passage, 
stretching the clenched rectal sheath unbearably. Jean's thoughts were a 
jumble of desperation and despair. Oh God, if only he 'd leave me alone. . . 
what did I do to deserve this... it isn 't fair. . . Oh God, it just isn 't 
fair. 

"That's it, Randy, ram your finger into her ass!" Larry suddenly shrilled 
and Jean felt new embarrassment wash over her at the thought that Randy's 
brother was a cruel and hostile witness to her utter degradation. He was 
kneeling there on the floor beside them, calmly watching as Randy inserted 
his finger deeper into her back there! With a lustful grunt, the lecherous 
youth squirmed his finger farther into her pain-wracked back passage, 
burying it to the hilt in her virginal rectum. For a moment, Jean was frozen 
with excruciating pain, a slavish victim to Randy's complete bestiality. And 
then with something akin to relief, she was aware of the boy withdrawing his 
sinewy finger, allowing her sorely stretched anus to revert back to its 
normal tightness. Hope kindled anew inside the distraught woman. Maybe now 
he'll let me go. But that tiny ray of light was soon quenched as Randy once 
more cruelly spread the flaccid; cheeks of her apprehensively cowering 
buttocks until Jean thought she'd go mad from the pain. He was straining her 
apart beyond belief, and she thought that he'd tear her in two if he kept it 
up. In the back of her mind, she heard the whir of a zipper, and then Randy 
called out. 

"Hey, Larry, would you look at that!" 

Jean couldn't help it! Instinct made her turn her head so that she could see 
behind her, an then she wished she hadn't. Because she could see the 
massively swollen length of the boy's erect penis, cupped lewdly in his free 
hand, the head angry and throbbing obscenely with suppressed lust! 

A cold wave of fear engulfed the defenselessly kneeling young wife and her 
heart turned to stone inside her. Even her blood seemed to run cold as she 
cringed in fear, her mind refusing to focus on what was happening. It was 
too terrible even to think about. 

She was in a kind of numb limbo as she felt the burgeoning head of the 
sixteen year old boy's penis pressing against the split of her buttocks, 
felt the straining mounds of soft flesh being forced even farther apart, 
felt the harsh unyielding nudge of his lust-hardened member against her 
weakly resisting anal crevice. For a moment, he held it there, spread her 
ass-cheeks wide, pressuring the little crinkled ring of her cowering anus 
with hard abrasive jabs. Suddenly Jean could stand it no longer. She tried 
to fight against the realization that was dawning inside her, but it was no 
use. It was obvious what he had in mind, but she just couldn'd stand it. 

"NO, RANDY, PLEASE NOOOO!!" she shrieked wildly, waving her upraised 
buttocks around desperately in a futile attempt to dislodge her imprisoned 
body from his iron grip. But her resistance only seemed to goad the 
lust-maddened teenager on, and with a savage snarl he pushed violently 
against the tightly unyielding sphincter. 

"Hold it, bitch!" he commanded icily, raising welts on the soft smoothness 
of her trembling buttocks as he held them in place and pushed relentlessly 
against the tiny opening of her fearful anus. But Jean couldn't still the 
quivering and shaking in her body, and harsh sobs of near hysteria choked in 
her throat as she hunched before the sadistic youth, terror eating at her 
like red-hot flames. With a deep animalistic grunt, Randy lunged forward, 
determined on his cruel bestial course, oblivious to the youngj wife's 
overpowering fear. 

"AAAARRRGGGHHH..." Jean's dry choking cry rang out as she felt the first 
stabs of relentless penetration, and fingers of steel prodded her trembling 
flesh. 

"OH GOD NO . . . NOOOOOO ..." She cried out again, feeling the pain shoot 
out from her loins and envelop her entire body, blanking out everything but 
the realization that Randy's blood-engorged penis was penetrating her 
rectum! She tried to sob out again, tried to beg him to stop, but no words 
came. Her mouth worked grotesquely against the rug as she tried to scream. 
She tried to move, but couldn't. She was a complete captive to his brutal 
anal rape, slavish victim to his sadistic savagery. 

Randy stared down in lustful amazement his angry red shaft, the huge rubbery 
head which was just barely embedded in the young wife's tightly resisting 
rectum, and his lips bared in a cruel smile. This was far better than 
anything else! He'd show her that he meant business, that he wasn't the punk 
she obviously thought he was. He'd teach her to make fun of him in front of 
his younger brother. After this, there'd be no doubt about who was boss . .. 

"ARRRRGGGHHH!! AAAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRHHGG! ..." Jean groaned again and again, 
each groan deeper and more heartfelt than the last. She couldn't believe 
that this was happening to her, that she was actually hunched over in a 
lewdly naked position, while Randy's rock hard cock sank deeper and deeper 
into her sorely abused rectum. The youth was actually raping her anus! 

At last, with an almost incoherent grunt, Randy surged forward again with 
all his pent-up strength and finally managed to sink the pulsing hardness of 
his penis to the hilt in his young employer's resistant anal depths. 

"'Stop! You're killing me!" Jean sobbed, completely and hopelessly skewered 
by the teenager's impaling penis, her thighs and buttocks swept aside and 
lewdly upraised to accommodate the huge fleshy hardness of his swollen 
member. 

"Christ, Randy you're fucking her in the ass!" Larry chimed in, as if unable 
to believe his own 

His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes bulging as he took in the 
lascivious sight, still unable to believe that it was really happening. 

The last vestiges of self-respect were swept from Jean at the sound of 
Larry's obscene remark. It was as if the act, finally put into such crude 
words, was certified as actually taking place. Up until now, a tiny part of 
her brain refused to believe that it was an actual fact. But now there was 
no doubt. Randy was raping her virginal rectum, while his brutal young 
brother looked on excitedly! The will to resist crumpled inside Jean, and 
she knew that from now on, she wouldn't cry out, she wouldn't object, no 
matter how bad the pain was. She was utterly dejected and abused, subjugated 
completely to their powerful masculinity, and there was not a thing she 
could do about it. She had to accept whatever degradations they heaped on 
her. 

Slowly, Randy began to withdraw his thickly sodomizing member, drawing it 
out little by little until just the turgid head was still rimmed by her 
rubbery anal sphincter, and then he surged forward again as her overpowered 
rectal membrane acquiesced before his thundering rod of flesh, allowing it 
to plunge forward unimpeded this time. Carefully, he began a slow rhythmic 
fucking as her inner rectal sheath gradually became accustomed to the 
unnatural intrusion, and he began to slide in and out of her, burying his 
hardened shaft right to the hilt in the hotly clinging channel of her 
violated anus, and then retracting it almost all the way before plummeting 
forward again. The lust-bloated sac of his scrotum slapping lewdly below 
against the tenderly revealed flesh of her cringing little pussy. 

Jean was beyond all rational feeling. She just hunched there, detached from 
the depraved ravishment of her anus, resigned to the brutal ass-fucking she 
was receiving from the teenager, only wishing that it would all be over 
soon. Nothing mattered anymore. She was degraded and mortified in a way she 
had never dreamed possible, and she was sure she could never hold her head 
up again. How could she face anyone, even Tom, after what had happened to 
her? It wasn't her fault, but yet she knew that her own mishandling of 
events had led to this terrible outcome. She had tried to deceive her 
husband over last Sunday's incident, and this is where her deceit had led 
her. It was too late to turn back now ... she felt herself forever sullied. 
She was being used in this cruel inhuman way, completely subjugated by the 
lascivious teenager. She was no better than a whore on the streets, a mere 
object to be used at the will and whim of a more powerful male. She, as a 
woman, was the slave, and the man, as he always was, was the master. It was 
the way things had been since time began, and who was she to fight against 
it now? 

She'd never win, that was for sure. There was nothing for her to do but 
accept his mastery and yield to his subjugation. 

Randy continued to fuck in and out of Jean's painfully abused rectum, 
exhilarated by his victory over her, exulting in the strange sensation of 
screwing this lovely married woman in the ass. A woman nearly old enough to 
be his mother, forced to submit to him! It gave him a wonderful feeling of 
power and potency and he was proud that his brother was here to see it. 

As Jean crouched there in her nakedly servile position, the numbness 
gradually cleared, relieving her of the gnawing ache of pain and hurt. But 
then slowly, incredibly, with a mounting feeling of horror, she began to 
realize that it was being replaced with something far more insidious. At 
first she couldn't, wouldn't believe it, but the truth was obvious. She 
tried to fight it, to resist with all her remaining will, but it was 
overwhelming her just as it had on Sunday. There was no denying the little 
wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to curf around inside her 
helplessly aroused little belly. She was beginning to enjoy it! 

No! No! No! her brain screamed in silent protest, but it was no use. She was 
actually beginning to enjoy the perverse ass-fucking! Desperately, she tried 
to fight the surges of wildly mounting pleasure spasming through her, tried 
to conceal the small answering thrusts that were beginning in her pelvis, 
tried to still the deeply rhythmic churning that was beginning in her loins, 
but she couldn't. She just couldn't hide any longer the fact that she was 
becoming aroused by the cruel anal rape of this young boy who was no more 
than her sometime gardener. "Oooooohhh," she moaned suddenly between 
clenched teeth, unable to contain herself as her tensing buttocks began 
screwing back on Randy's pile-driving penis and her sinewy inner muscles 
contracted eagerly around his pistoning cock as it withdrew, increasing the 
pleasure he was feeling a thousandfold. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giving herself over completely to the incredible 
thrills of excitement cavorting through her. She was beyond caring now. All 
that mattered were the wonderful sweeps of pleasure brushing over her, all 
that was of importance was answering Randy's deeply arousing thrusts with 
responsive spasms of her own. 

"Jeez, she's beginning to like being screwing in the ass!" Larry shrilled 
excitedly, unable to believe that the older woman was responding to his 
older brother's unnatural fucking. Randy was beside himself with victory! 
This was the ultimate; something even he had never even thought about. She 
was actually enjoying being taken in the rectum!. He just couldn't believe 
it! But it was obvious. Jean was mewling continuously now, swinging her 
softly flaring buttocks backward to receive his deep hard thrusts and then 
clenching tightly to prolong the ecstasy of his withdrawal. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted as her naked body was consumed with flames of 
fiery pleasure, lost in a world of mounting passion. She didn't care about 
her abandoned behavior, didn't care that she was actually enjoying such an 
obscene perverted act. The important thing was that she was totally and 
helplessly aroused, excited beyond belief by being fucked, yes, fucked in 
the anus by a teenager, while his younger brother looked on. She enjoyed the 
idea of being a spectacle like this, of having a witness to enjoy her 
degradation. A wildly masochistic joy whipped her into greater frenzy and 
made her jerk and thrash her body backwards, her succulently rounded breasts 
dancing beneath her, her head flailing from side to side like a blonde wave 
of satin. She was being lifted higher and higher, tossed around by stronger 
and stronger gales of excitement, and she knew that she was going to cum 
soon, was going to climax from being taken anally. And she could hardly 
wait! This was a pleasure unlike any other, more intense, more enjoyable 
because of the fact that she was utterly subjugated, a hopeless and slavish 
victim. 

"Ahhhhh...Oh God, Randy, I'm almost there!" she sobbed harshly, desperately 
striving to reach the Valhalla of her forbidden pleasure. And then, 
suddenly, a deep and strangled moan escaped from her throat, and her body 
was heaving with a thousand different spasms of passionate arousal. 

"Aaaahhh .. . I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh Randy, Randy, I'm ... I'm .. . 
cum- ingg!!" 

Her body was electrified by a million volts of excruciating pleasure, 
shooting white hot thrills of joy into every pore as she shook and quivered, 
her pelvis thrusting back in a rhythmic clenching and unclenching around 
Randy's feverishly driving cock. She was in heaven, reaching the utmost 
limits of physical pleasure, Overpowered by the sensations coursing through 
her as she gave herself over completely to her climax, accepting her slavish 
position, accepting the mastery this adolescent was forcing on her, giving 
over her freedom in exchange for this delirious pleasure. 

Randy couldn't hold back any longer. He was goaded beyond bearing by Mrs. 
Lincoln's frenetic orgasm and he had to cum too. His own pleasure was 
heightened by his obvious total victory over the writhing older woman and 
his ego was puffed up out of all proportion by her submission. 

"AAAAARRGGGGGGHHH ... I'm THERE ...!!" he groaned suddenly as his body 
tightened like a bowstring and then began to pound feverishly against Jean's 
wilting body, shooting the full force of his white-hot cum far up into her 
wide-stretched rectal depths, pouring it into every crease and crevice of 
her widely flared back passage, filling her welcoming belly with his 
seething male sperm. It seemed never ending, his jet of foaming semen, as he 
pumped frantically in between her buttocks and his erupting pleasure was 
increased by the knowledge that his own kid brother was staring with 
lust-glazed eyes at the lascivious scene, tormented with jealousy and 
wracked with admiration for him. 

At last, he felt his still quivering penis begin to deflate inside her 
forever-stretched rectal sheath and then finally it began to slip back out 
of her wetly drenched nether passage. Jean herself was gasping on the floor, 
her body heaving, her eyes smoky with pleasure, her thighs lewdly spread in 
an attitude of abandoned nonchalance, her flesh tingling with wanton 
hedonistic delight, her entire consciousness surrendered irrevocably to the 
pleasures of her body. 

But the exhausted young housewife was eased out of her peaceful relaxed daze 
by a strange nudging at her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise, and for a 
moment, couldn't focus on anything. Little by little, what had happened came 
back to her, and she recalled how she had climaxed so ecstatically from 
Randy's anal fucking. Even yet, a tingle still remained somewhere deep in 
her loins, and she stretched luxuriantly, still unwilling to come back to 
stark reality. But there was that unfamiliar nudging again. 

"Baby, open your eyes ..." Jean turned in the direction of the voice and 
then drew in her breath sharply at what she saw. It was a huge and 
lust-hardened penis, only inches away from her mouth, the rubbery hard head 
hungrily pulsing, the long thick shaft quivering with palpitating passion! 
For a moment, Jean stared at it as if mesmerized, and then her eyes slowly 
traveled upwards and saw Randy's brother staring down at her, his eyes 
dilated with lacivious desire, the tip of his tongue running wetly over his 
dry lips. Jean's startled gaze turned to the thickly throbbing member in 
front of her, drawn as though by magic to the boy's lust-bloated cock. It 
was like an entity in itself with a life as real as hers, tremblingly alive 
and possessed of a lewd passion of its own. "I want you to suck it, Mrs. 
Lincoln ... I want you to suck my prick ..." The dry rasped words etched 
themselves into Jean's brain, instilling themselves on her consciousness. To 
suck his cock! She had always thought of such an act as disgusting, somehow 
perverted ... she had certainly foiled any attempts of Tom's to get her to 
do it. But was it? She was reviewing things in a different light now. After 
all, she had just experienced something which she had always thought normal 
people didn't do, and yet she had not only succumbed, she had actually 
enjoyed it to the extent of climaxing intensely. Her ideas of right and 
wrong had dissolved tha moment when she had recognized the beginning of 
pleasure in her confusion-wracked body. Was it now the time to evaluate new 
values? The seconds ticked by, Jean's brain grappling with her jumbled 
thoughts, when suddenly, before she had a chance to act, Larry Webb had 
forced his thickly blood-inflated member between her lips and was forcing it 
far back in her throat! 

"Oh God ..." he moaned as her lips closed automatically around his pulsating 
hardness, and her wet tongue came into searing contact with his palpitating 
male flesh. For a moment, Jean was stunned, taken completely off guard. 
Larry's sudden movement, and then she discovered that it felt good! It 
actually felt good having a penis in her mouth .. . surprisingly good! 
Tentatively, she moved her ovalled lips up and down the rigid blood-filled 
length of it, Her tongue dabbing cautiously at the burgeoning head. The 
softness of her lips contrasted strangely with the lust-engorged firmness of 
his young cock-shaft, and she felt a little thrill cavort through her. She 
was actually sucking a man's cock. . . and it felt good! 

Her full ovalled lips curved in even tighter around the pulsing 
circumference and her tongue played eagerly at the entrapped head, licking 
at the spongy hard surface with a hunger she hadn't thought she was capable 
of. Deftly, she flicked at the tiny glans opening in the tip, titillating 
the thickly webbed underside with a new found expertise, feeling the pulsing 
of the boy's blood as it coursed through the pounding tube. 

"Mmmmmmmm ... Oh Christ, your mouth feels good on my cock," Larry gasped 
between clenched teeth as his hands reached up and pulled her face farther 
down on his jerking member. Gaining confidence, Jean grasped the thick 
stubby base in her hand, holding the palpitating member in place while she 
ran her long wet tongue up and down the vibrant length of it dipping into 
the darkly tangled mass of pubic hair and coating them with her warm saliva. 
Teasingly, she nibbled at the sensitive flesh, eliciting moans of exquisite 
pleasure from the desire-tortured youth, and then she dropped stilI lower to 
wash his writhing sperm-bloated balls with the saliva of her desire. Jean 
quickly warmed to her task, revelling in this new pleasure, wondering why 
she had denied it to herself for so long. But she knew that she was a 
changed woman now, had done things today and consequently accepted them in 
her mind, that she wouldn't have condoned under any circumstances a mere 
week ago, and her brain! thrilled at the various possibilities open to her. 
She was completely engrossed in licking and sucking and slavering at Larry 
Webb's swollen cock, and for a moment wasn't aware of her own thighs being 
pried apart, revealing the lewd pink plane of her trembling cunt. A stab of 
panic contorted her face as- she realized what was happening, and 
astonishment caused her to gasp a muffled groan around Larry's burgeoning 
penis. Randy! I forgot all about him! But what is he doing? Apprehensively, 
she held her breath as she felt his palms clamped against the quiveringly 
soft flesh of her inner thighs, felt the slender columns of her legs being 
forced far apart, until the whole widespread furrow of her throbbing vagina 
was fully exposed, gleaming with moisture and wetly pulsing in fearful 
waiting. She jerked back automatically as she became aware of Randy's 
probing fingers trailing along the swollen outer lips, tugging playfully at 
the thinly curling wisps of blonde pubic hair, grazing tantalizingly against 
the delicately fluted inner flesh. In fearful dismay, she felt his fingers 
pulling at her hair-lined pussy lips,, easing them apart, revealing the hot 
moist pinkness of her open vagina. And then . .. 

She groaned in mingled desire and fear, her voice muffled around Larry's 
still growing rod of lesh, and her legs stretched out rigidly as his brother 
lowered his face and swept the length of his tongue along the cringing pink 
furrow of her cunt. Oh God, oh God, Jean moaned in anguish, he's kissing me 
there.. . he's kissing my vagina! A wave of revulsion shuddered through her 
and desperately she tried to clamp her thighs shut, to dislodge the wetly 
pulsing depravity of Randy's maddening tongue as it flicked snake-like along 
the damply trembling slit, dipping and burrowing into the squirming cuntal 
flesh, tickling the velvety folds with excruciating agility. She-couldn't 
move, couldn't shake him away. Larry's hands were tangled in her hair as he 
forced her mouth tighter against his aching loins. And behind her, Randy 
continued to plunge his tongue into the warmly silky flesh of I her pussy, 
exploring the tender fragile folds and coming into electrifying contact with 
the turgid bud of her clitoris. Jean drew in her breath I sharply as he 
grasped the sensitive tiny button I between his teeth and began to tease the 
I nerve-filled tip with his tongue, making her I moan and sigh around his 
younger brother's bursting member. Randy's oral caressing of her 
mro'bbih'glittle "Clitoris was more than the young executive's wife could 
bear. A flash of fire exploded inside her, lighting her whole body with 
flames of arousal and a desperately convulsive shudder spasmed down her 
spine. It was revolting, what he was doing, but she didn't care, because it 
felt good! It felt good having her vagina licked and sucked, while she 
herself slavered over an obscenely lust-bloated penis. 

"Hey, Mrs. Lincoln . .. what d'ya think of that?" Larry gasped in explosive 
pants, "Randy's licking your cunt.. . while you suck my cock!" 

The lewd words thrilled Jean in a way she never dreamed possible. A vision 
of how she must look darted into her brain - sprawled luridly naked on the 
floor, her thighs spread lasciviously wide to allow Randy to grovel in her 
heated cunt, while she was casually sucking and slavering over his younger 
brother's penis. There was no doubt about it - the thought of her debased 
position thrilled her perversely. She enjoyed being used like this by the 
two youths, enjoyed having one boy lick and kiss her between her legs while 
she took another teenager's member in her mouth. It was lewdly exciting - 
more exciting than anything she had known before. I've certainly come a long 
way today, she sighed blissfully, giving herself over completely once more 
to the delicious tremors of pleasures racing all over her sleekly naked 
body. Larry's massive cock seemed to expand inside her buttery mouth, 
filling her to the bursting point, and she could feel the vibrant throbbing 
of it reverberating through her wildly sucking lips. The teenager was 
moaning and writhing with pleasure, his hands like steel grips in her hair, 
and her jaw was beginning to ache from pulling and licking on his thickly 
pulsing penis. Her free hand pumped insanely on his squirming scrotum, 
making him shiver from her lust-inciting kneading, and the pressure building 
up in the dark cavern of his aching' balls was beyond belief. Suddenly, his 
strident groans punctured the living room, and Jean realized that he was 
cumming. 

"Oh God, keep sucking . . . I'm cumming ... don't stop sucking ..." 

He was like a madman, his pelvis battering against Jean's 
perspiration-drenched face, burying his jerking cock deep in the back of her 
throat, the heavy churning load of his sperm-inflated testicles bouncing 
lewdly against her chin, while Randy continued to suck and slaver at her 
twitching cunt below. She wanted to sob out her pleasure as Randy's slippery 
tongue rammed forcefully into the contracting opening of her desire-maddened 
cunt, sliding easily between the clinging inner walls and driving her crazy 
with lust. But she could only groan out her bliss because Larry was emptying 
the first scalding streams of his foaming cum deep into her vacuuming mouth. 
He was climaxing in her mouth while Randy still licked her vagina! The warm 
wetness flooded her completely, slipping down her throat, and she gulped 
eagerly, anxious not to spill a single precious drop, her lips fastened like 
a tight elastic band around the madly pumping girth of his penis. His 
seething young sperm seemed never-ending as Jean continued to take it all, 
her cheeks hollowing and filling as she strived to keep up with his copious 
offering. At last it was over, and, disappointed, she felt his exhausted 
member go limp inside her greedily retentive mouth. She was forced to let 
the inert organ slip from between her wetly gleaming lips as Larry fell over 
on his back, his loud heavy pants filling the air, his limp penis glistening 
lewdly against his thigh. 

But Jean had hardly a moment to miss the wonderfull filling flesh in her 
mouth, because Randy was slavering diligently between her openly spread legs 
from behind, his tongue deftly swirling in and out and around her helplessly 
aroused pussy flesh. His face was completely hidden from view, and Jean's 
thighs, of their own volition, locked tightly around his cheeks, trapping 
him there in the steamy crevice of her wildly twitching cunt. With a lust 
born of youth, he continued to stab his agile tongue into the young blonde's 
darkly welcoming cuntal sheath, to probe and burrow in the scented softness 
of her hidden folds, her wetly squirming vagina rimming his nose and mouth, 
cutting off his breath and clasping greedily around his pleasure-giving 
tongue. 

"Oooooh Randy ... it feels so good ..." she gasped, transported into 
incredible realms of ecstasy by his oral caressing. Her feverishly churning 
vagina had never known such unbelievable excitation .. . She was aroused in 
a completely new way, and she thought she'd go mad from the overpowering 
sensations of pure pleasure taking possession of her every nerve ending. She 
wished it would go on and on, but she knew also that she had to cum soon. 
She had participated in a far-out three-way sex act, and she had sucked 
Larry dry - now it was her turn. 

Suddenly, the time had come, and her head flew back and her spasming thighs 
closed viciously around Randy's face as she ground her madly writhing cunt 
back against his smoothly slapping tongue, the petal-shaped edges of her 
dilating cunt contracting frantically around his wetly lapping organ. 

"OOOOOHHHH ..." she cried out as the first almost unbearable waves of 
orgasmic pleasure assaulted her, making her lever her squirming buttocks up 
off the ground in a shuddering agony of arousal. 

"Aaaaaah . . . cumming! cumming! cumming! . . . Uuuunnnggghhh . .. Oh God, 
don't stop! Unnnngggghhh!" 

She was there, her body rippling with unadulterated pleasure, her pelvis 
jerking wildly against the teenager's expertly laboring tongue, her moans 
echoing in the air. Her head flailed from side to side, fanned by her matted 
blonde hair. Her eyes were opened wide, unseeing and glazed with lust, and 
her usually beautiful features were contorted in supreme arousal. Her 
moistly sheening breasts were heaving heavily, the nipples turgid and erect 
from passion, as she twisted and shook from the overwhelming force of her 
orgasm. Flood after flood of exquisite joy surged through her nakedly 
kneeling flesh, leaving her breathless and exhausted, unable to move, until 
still another wave of pleasure swept her up and carried her off like flotsam 
at sea. A shower of her excitedly secreting feminine juices floated in a 
fine mist, drenching Randy's straining face as he continued to slaver at her 
openly throbbing vagina, without let-up, urging her on to more and more 
incredible pleasure. 

Finally, the waves of pleasurable sensation subsided, leaving Jean quivering 
and panting, her thighs finally releasing Randy's cum-smeared face and 
remaining obscenely splayed, revealing the glistening moistness of her still 
twitching cunt. A haze of contentment spread over the satiated young wife as 
she lay there on her living room rug, flanked by the two young teenagers who 
had initiated her into such an unbelievable world of ecstasy, a world she 
knew she didn't want to leave, ever again. 

 Chapter Five 

Tom Lincoln opened his eyes slowly, realized with a sigh of relief that his 
wife had already gotten out of bed, and then got up to make his way sleepily 
to the bathroom. He paused momentarily in front of the bathroom mirror to 
scratch his face awake and give way to a monumentous yawn. Turning on the 
hot water, he reached for the shaving cream and started to lather his face. 

He wondered, idly, whether Jean wasn't beginning to be suspicious of him. He 
hadn't made love to his wife for at least two weeks though he had tried 
once. She had begged off with the excuse that she was tired, and that suited 
him just fine. He spent at least three nights a week with Ingrid, and what 
with her insatiable appetite it was all he could do to drag himself home 
after their marathon orgies. If Jean" wasn't going to bring up the matter of 
his neglecting her in bed, he sure as hell wasn't. Let sleeping wives lie, 
he chuckled to himself. 

Tom had started to take his affair with his gorgeous secretary for granted; 
that is, he no longer felt guilty about it. Only once or twice as he'd sat 
at home on the evenings that he had been at home, reading the paper or 
whatever, had he gazed across at his wife and remembered her as she used to 
be when they'd first married: alive, vital, sensuous. And then he would feel 
a twinge of remorse that he was being forced to satisfy his libido away from 
home. But these feelings he always quickly put away from himself with the 
rationalization that if Jean wanted to do something about that, she could 
with little trouble. 

Tom quickly finished shaving, dressed, and made his way into the kitchen 
where Jean had fixed breakfast. He said good morning but didn't look at her 
beyond a quick glance - he didn't want to see her expression when she saw 
that he was again dressed for work, as he had been two Saturdays in a row. 
He'd tried to convince Ingrid that he would have to stay home today or Jean 
might begin to get suspicious. But Ingrid had very persuasively convinced 
him that he would rather spend the day with her at the beach than at home, 
and in a moment of weakness he had promised. Well, maybe Jean wouldn't mind. 

"You're going to the office today?" Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact. 

"Uh, yeah honey, I'm afraid I've got to. This Genco deal is just about to 
come off, and I've got to be the one that does it. I know it's Saturday and 
all, and I'm sorry, but..." 

"Oh, that's all right, dear," his wife said hurriedly, interrupting him. "I 
suppose that's the price I have to pay for having a successful husband." And 
she leaned over and gave his forearm a quick pat. She noticed he looked at 
her in a puzzled way, as though he'd been expecting her to protest as she 
usually did. And she would have, too, she thought to herself, if she hadn't 
had something to do herself today, something extra special! Again she smiled 
at him as he began to busy himself with his ham and eggs, and then she began 
to calmly eat her own breakfast. 

Calm, at least, on the outside. Inside, Mrs. Jean Lincoln was a bundle of 
nervous excitement. She couldn't wait for her husband to leave the house so 
that she could telephone Randy. She'd already planned with him that if Tom 
was going to work this Saturday, the two of them would go off and find a 
nice secluded spot by themselves to spend the day. It was getting too risky 
for Randy to be coming over to the house all the time, the neighbors might 
get suspicious; and besides, Tom might suddenly decide to come home before 
he usually did. She'd doubted that everything would work out for her, but it 
had, and she was hard-pressed to hide her almost delirious happiness. 

"You're sure you don't mind my working today," she suddenly heard her 
husband asking her, and she guiltily raised her head and quickly shook it. 

"No, dear, of course not. I've got a million and one things to do, errands 
you know. I'll be running all day. Don't worry, maybe we can have tomorrow 
together." 

"Yeah, good. Let's make that a date, why don't we? We can go on a picnic or 
something." 

"Wonderful, darling. Whatever you want." 

For a moment Tom sat staring at her as she continued eating with bowed head, 
and then he chided himself inwardly: You great big dope! You worry because 
she might find you out, and then you worry because she obviously doesn't 
suspect a thing. Folding his napkin at his place, he got up and leaned 
across the table to plant a brief peck on his wife's cheek. 

"I guess I might as well get going," he said. 

"What time will you be home, dear?" 

"Why?" 

"Oh, no reason. I just wanted to try to be home when you got here . .. from 
my errands, you know." 

"Yeah .... well, late this afternoon I guess. I've got so much work on this 
account.. . " 

"Well, if I'm not here, don't worry. I'll still be running all over Los 
Angeles." Jean felt herself beginning to flush slightly, and quickly turned 
away toward the sink. 

"O.K." He walked to the door and paused, then turned. "Bye honey," he said 
simply. 

"Good-bye, dear," and she flashed him a smile which betrayed nothing of her 
infidelity. 

Ten minutes after he'd left she couldn't wait any longer and rushed to the 
phone to call Randy. After a moment's hesitation on the other end of the 
line, she got him, and quickly arranged a meeting place near the housing 
project where he lived. She told him to come alone, she wanted to spend the 
afternoon with him alone, and she made her voice sound very sexy, which sent 
a shiver of excitement running up her spine. 

Less than an hour later she and her young gardener were cruising down a busy 
throughfare of suburban L.A., Jean steering her car expertly through the 
traffic-jammed street, and pulling deeply on the cigarette Randy had just 
lit for her. They talked of trivialities, but Jean knew that both their 
minds were centered on what lay ahead of them that afternoon. Jean was 
feeling buoyant, and knew that she was looking good. The last couple of 
weeks had brought about a remarkable change in her, she knew, and not just 
in her outlook and behavior, but in her appearance as well. Being fully 
liberated sexually really suited her, and she had never felt better in her 
life. Things were at last going her way, and she sometimes wondered how she 
had been able to bear things before she had met Randy. She spent a lot of 
time trying to analyze just what it was about Randy and his friends that 
really turned her on, in a way that her husband never did. She could never 
figure it out to her satisfaction, but it was enough that they did. And they 
proved it too, and often! Randy made a habit of dropping by two or three 
afternoons a week after classes and bringing his friends with him, and he 
sometimes stopped by in the evening if Jean was sure that her husband would 
be working overtime. Tom seemed to be doing so much of it lately, and in a 
way, she wasn't sorry. It gave her that much more time for her young lovers. 
She just couldn't get enough of them, and it seemed to her that her sexual 
appetite just grew and grew. Her whole outlook was different now, too, and 
she was willing to try anything that would bring her sensual pleasure. This 
merry-go-round of sexual encounters with her young teenage friends left her 
little time to worry about her marriage, and she had to admit to herself 
that things had gone from bad to worse. She and Tom were like two strangers, 
living together in the same house but not really seeing each other. Tom had 
not touched her since that Saturday morning, which seemed so long ago now, 
and in truth, he seemed preoccupied and harrassed. Jean was inclined to 
attribute it to his promotion and the extra work it entailed, but she would 
have liked to have straightened out their problems. As things stood, though, 
she just didn't have the time. 

"Well, where arq we going, Mrs. Lincoln?" Randy asked. Sometimes he called 
her Mrs. Lincoln and sometimes he called her Jean - it seemed to depend on 
whichever came out first. With deliberate familiarity, he reached over and 
lay his hand suggestively on her exposed thigh. Jean sighed from the 
electric contact of his hand. 

"Ummm ... I thought we might head out to the ocean, Randy," she replied. "I 
know a wonderful little spot that's nice and private, only a few people know 
about it. It's on up the coast a little way." 

"How did you find out about it?" Randy asked, hardly able to take his eyes 
off this luscious older woman who had fallen victim to his overpowering 
maleness. 

"Tom .. . my husband and I sometimes go out there for picnics. That was the 
place we were going to go that Saturday before ..." 

"Before we got together." Randy finished for her, grinning lewdly. 

"Yes .. . yes, that Saturday," Jean smiled in obvious embarrassment. 

The drive up the coast didn't seem to take much time as the two of them 
chatted about mundane things, mostly about Randy and his high school 
exploits on the foothill team, the dance floor, and with girls. This last 
subject made Jean somewhat uncomfortable, but she was happy that her young 
lover was so popular with his schoolmates. Soon, she had turned the car off 
the coast road, and had begun to make her way back through some trees toward 
the beach. She hadn't gone very far when Randy stopped her. 

"Hey, hold on a minute. Isn't that your husband's car?" 

Jean looked to where he was pointing and, sure enough, there was a Ford 
Mustang that looked exactly like Tom's. She couldn't remember Tom's license 
number, but it looked familiar. 

"I ... I don't know, it... it certainly looks Hke it. But that's impossible, 
Tom's at the office today." 

"Park over there behind those trees," Randy told her, "and let's go take a 
look. He can't be in both places at once." 

Jean obeyed and guided the car to where he'd pointed, cutting the engine and 
then grabbing Randy's arm as he started to get out of the car. 

"I don't think it's him, but if it is .. . we've got to be careful. He 
mustn't see us." 

"All right, all right. Come on." 

Like two commandos on patrol, they eased out of the car and made their way 
silently across the clearing to the Mustang. Jean came around to the 
driver's side, looked in, and shook her head in confusion. 

"It's Tom's, all right. I recognize it by that little monkey he had on the 
mirror." She looked across the car to where Randy was staring inside. "I 
think we'd better leave, Randy, before he sees us." Her voice was fearful 
now, trembling. 

"Wait a minute, what's that on the front seat?" Randy leaned in and grabbed 
something off the seat, holding it up to examine it. "It's a scarf... a 
woman's scarf. Is it yours?" he asked. 

"No," she answered with a puzzled expression. "I wonder what..." And then 
she saw Randy's face brighten up with understanding, as he turned to her 
with a lewdly amused grin on his face. "Come on, Randy, we'd better go," 
Jean whispered urgently, wanting only to escape detection. 

"Aren't you interested in finding out who this scarf belongs to, and why 
your husband isn't at his office like he said?" Randy asked, still smiling. 
He threw the scarf back on the front seat, and then something on the back 
seat caught his eye. He straightened up out of the car. "And why he had to 
wear a coat and tie this morning, when he was coming to the beach and would 
just leave it in the back seat?" 

"No, Randy, I don't need to know ... I don't want to know ... I only want to 
get out of here." 

"Well, I sure would like to know," the young teenager said with excitement, 
and he came quickly around the car to where Jean was standing and grabbed 
her by the hand. "Come on." 

Reluctantly, Jean allowed herself to be led off. She didn't want to go, 
didn't want to have any proof of what she was not even letting herself begin 
to suspect. But still, something forced her to go with her husky young lover 
through the grove of trees and down the sandy road to the beach. Jean knew 
that this beach was always deserted, and so that made Tom's trip there 
doubly mysterious. As they came out on the beach Jean thought she might be 
mistaken, because there was not a soul in sight. "Let's go on down over 
there," Randy insisted, pointing down the beach to a group of derelict and 
abandoned beach houses, simple lean-to cabin affairs, which had been 
abandoned when this private beach had been made public. Resolutely, Jean 
made up her mind to get to the bottom of the mystery, and started off toward 
the shacks in front of Randy, gesturing to him to follow. Quietly, the two 
of them sneaked up on the run-down cabins; Jean's heart was thumping in 
apprehension as she peered in the dusty window of the first one. It was 
obvious that it hadn't been disturbed. A quick look into the remaining 
chalets in the group revealed them all to be empty, and Jean was just about 
to give up her search, when Randy pointed to another one that stood away 
from the others. Shrugging her shoulders, Jean decided to give it a try, and 
ambled over to the small wooden building. 

Muffled sounds became audible as they approached, and Jean's mouth suddenly 
went dry. A quaking feeling shook through her body as she neared the beach 
house, half afraid of what she would see, but determined to follow her 
decision through. There was a large window in front, and she and her young 
lover tiptoed towards it. Jean was just about to peer into the dimly lit 
room, when a loud moan rang out, turning her face white, and widening her 
eyes in horror and disgust. 

"Aaaaaagggghhhh ... uuuggghhh ..." The voice was obviously impassioned and 
aroused, and Jean, not able to wait a minute longer, looked directly into 
the beach house. For a moment, she could see nothing, and then she caught 
sight of the two figures sprawled on the floor. She caught a flash of blonde 
hair, a gleam of naked skin, and then, her eyes focusing and adjusting to 
the dim light, she could see without a doubt that the naked figures in the 
room were her own husband and a beautiful blonde girl, and they were 
positioned in a lewdly disgusting attitude of making love! The blonde was on 
all fours, her naked thighs obscenely spread to allow her own husband to 
enter from behind, dog-fashioned!! 

Jean was dumbfounded, unable to move, her eyes drawn inescapably to the 
unbelievable sight of her husband making love to another woman. Randy, who 
had just caught sight of the lewd scene, gave a low whistle. 

"Look at Tom fucking that crazy blonde..." he said needlessly, obviously 
enjoying the obscene sight. Jean just couldn't believe it. The past few 
weeks had brought a cataclysmic change in her, altering her entire existence 
to the point where she was enjoying the attentions of several young lovers, 
but she had never given a thought to her businessman-husband and what he was 
doing. If she had ever thought about it, she never would have guessed that 
he was having an affair with another woman. It was the last thing she would 
have thought of. He just wasn't the type. But then neither was I, a little 
voice chimed in the back of her brain. But she was quickly able to disregard 
that, her feelings being completely caught up in her shocking discovery. She 
couldn't deny that she felt betrayed inside. Nothing had prepared her for 
this shattering find. 

She had always regarded her marriage as something definitely stable, 
insoluble. Now it seemed as tentative and fragile as any other agreement, 
and for the first time in her life, she felt that her stability was 
threatened. She continued to peer in the window, fighting the desire to run 
in there and confront Tom. But she knew she wouldn't do that, she 
couldn't... how could she dash in there and confront him with his 
infidelity, when she herself was accompanied by her own lover? 

Tears swelled in her eyes, and the two nakedly entwined figures inside swam 
before her gaze, the lewd entanglement of their aroused bodies obscenely 
accentuated by her dimmed vision. But painfully for her, her eyes began to 
focus again, and she could see clearly the entire throbbing length of her 
unfaithful husband's fully erect penis as it eased between the silky smooth 
mounds of the blonde's curved buttocks, and disappeared up into the softly 
pulsing pink flesh of her blonde-fringed vagina. 

"Oooooohhhhhh Tom, your cock feels so good inside me ... so big and hard 
..." 

Jean flinched at the girl's obscene words, but yet she couldn't keep her 
eyes off the obliviously fucking pair. She had never seen Tom's member so 
thick and distended, and there was a look of pure lust coupled with pleasure 
that she herself had never been able to give him. The blonde girl pushed her 
buttocks backward, flaring her softly yielding ass-cheeks and spreading her 
slender thighs wide to allow Tom's nakedly driving cock greater access to 
her hungry little belly. Her voluptuously firm breasts dangled down beneath 
her, the nipples rosy and turgid, and Jean could just catch a glimpse of 
golden pubic wisps curling above her shapely thighs. Tom's hands were curved 
around her slender hips, holding her in place, while his lust-hardened cock 
plowed wetly up into her moistly pulsing vaginal depths. The girl was 
mewling excitedly, bucking her pelvis back with a fury, receiving Jean's 
husband's rhythmic thrusts with welcoming hunger. 

"Wow! She's really hot for it!" Randy breathed beside her, and his excited 
whisper made Jean angry. She hated to admit to herself that she was jealous 
of the unknown girl, but she was. She had always assumed that Tom would 
remain at her beck and call, enraptured by her, just as her young lovers 
were. But it was apparent that he had found a new interest! 

Jean barely noticed when Randy began to run his hands down the smooth 
expanse of her own hips, caressing the soft moons of her buttocks and then 
trailing upward to cup the palpitating mounds of her breasts. All her 
thoughts were centered on what was happening inside the beach house and she 
was oblivious to her lover's caresses. It was obvious that the sight of her 
husband fucking another woman was exciting him and arousing him to the point 
of openly stroking and fondling her, but she didn't care. She was still in 
shock from her discovery and the lurid scene she was witnessing tilled her 
only with horror and revulsion. 

"That's it, Ingrid honey," she heard her husband pant, "Keep fucking back 
..." Ingrid! Ingrid Nielsson! His secretary! Suddenly, everything fell into 
place for Jean. The real rupture in their marriage, Jean now remembered, had 
come when Tom got that promotion complete with his own secretary. She 
accounted for all the so-called overtime, and not his new position. What a 
fool I've been! Her eyes involuntarily, returned to the spectacle of her 
husband's lust-hardened penis sawing lewdly in and out of the clasping 
vagina of the girl who Jean now knew to be his secretary. Their bodies 
slapped viciously together, the tempo of their salaciously passionate 
copulation. 

"Oh Jean baby, come on, let's go ... " Randy murmured heatedly, his fingers 
tightening on her heaving breasts. But the shocked young wife couldn't move. 
The sight of her husband making love to his secretary held her spellbound, 
and she was oblivious to everything else. 

"Christ, Ingrid, nobody fucks the way you do ... !" she heard her husband 
groan, and a cold shudder ran through her. He didn't care about her anymore 
- he only cared about that Swedish tramp! She had never been able to excite 
him the way Ingrid was doing now. He had never said anything like that to 
her, had never fucked her in that wildly abandoned way. 

Gnawing despair churned around violently inside the tortured wife, making 
her tremble from a mixture of unknown feelings. Suddenly she knew that she 
didn't want to watch anymore. 

She didn't want to stay and watch her husband making passionate love to his 
secretary ... it was unbearable because it was obvious that the blonde girl 
excited her husband more than she, his own wife, did! 

"Come on, Jean baby, I've got a fuck you now," Randy insisted, his grip 
tightening on her arm. But Jean hardly heard what he was saying. Her brain 
was numbed and frozen from watching the lewd scene transpiring inside the 
beach house, and robot-like she responded to Randy's insistent pressure to 
leave, and allowed herself to be led away meekly by her lustfully aroused 
young lover. 

Randy pulled Jean down beside him on the small patch of sandy ground, 
sheltered from the sun by the shade of the beach house. The horror-stricken 
young wife made no protest. Her brain was reeling with the enormity of what 
she had just seen and her body was like an automaton without direction. A 
small part of her brain kept drumming at her consciousness: 

Your husband is unfaithful to you, fust as you are to him! But her own 
brain, already accustomed to the fact that she herself was enjoying affairs 
with several young teenagers, was unable to believe that her husband was 
similarly involved. She was barely aware of Randy tugging at her blouse, 
sliding it off her smoothly sloping shoulders, of his fingers fumbling 
eagerly with the clasp of her half-cup brassiere. Her semi-turgid nipples 
shivered and contracted under the cool rush of air that assaulted them as 
the fumbling teenager removed the flimsy garment, and Jean demurely allowed 
him to unzip her skirt and roll it down over her lushly curved hips, and 
then slip off her white nylon panties. She was hardly aware that she was 
lying as last stark naked on the shaded sand, and she didn't care. 

Randy stared in growing excitement at the full golden length of this older 
woman's naked body, half-stretched out in the shadow of the beach house, and 
a shiver of passionate arousal rippled along his spine. The sight of Mrs. 
Lincoln's husband really fucking hard into that platinum blonde gave him a 
luridly forbidden thrill of pleasure and had started the erection which was 
never far away when he was with this over-sexed housewife. He knew that she 
was a bit shocked at discovering her husband with another woman - and what a 
sexy broad, too - but what the hell did she expect anyway, the way she was 
going on? Randy never ceased to be amazed at her apparent insatiability. She 
just never seemed to get enough of his cock, and was always clamoring for 
him to bring around more of his friends. He was getting a bit tired of that 
angle, he had to admit to himself. It was fun at first, boasting to his 
buddies and hearing their incredulous exclamations when his brother Larry 
confirmed what he was saying, and then listening to their profound thanks 
when he finally relented and allowed specially chosen ones to accompany him 
to Mrs. Lincoln's house. But now things had reached a stage where he would 
have definitely preferred it if Jean was happy with him alone; 
unfortunately, she wasn't. Ever since that day when she had sucked Larry off 
while he himself was licking her cunt, she was wildly excited by three-way 
sex, and could never get enough of it. But now, he wasn't worried about all 
that. He had her to himself for the afternoon. It was her idea to go out - 
he would just as soon have got right to it in the bedroom of her home - but 
his lovely sandy-haired mistress liked to prolong the moment when they would 
finally undress; it added spice to it, she always said, although he couldn't 
see how. And now, things seemed to be put out of whack by their discovery of 
her husband with that other chick. He wished now that he had kept his mouth 
shut when he had spotted her husband's car. Well, maybe things would work 
out anyway, he thought, as he quickly undressed. Certainly if they hadn't 
discovered Tom making love to the blonde, Jean would never have allowed him 
to undress her like this, and would never be stretching out naked on the hot 
sand. She was a bit prudish about where they made love, usually preferring 
to do it in bed. He himself didn't give a damn about the location - in fact, 
he liked a little variety. 

Eagerly, he reached up and squeezed the erotically swollen mounds of her 
half-tanned breasts, running his fingers over the hard little nipples, and 
then he planted his mouth down hotly on her warmly quivering skin, trailing 
moist little kisses all the way down the length of her swan-like neck, 
finally stopping to enclose first one and then the other of the hard little 
buttons, teasing them between his teeth, making the older woman cry out in 
ecstasy despite her shock. He could feel the growing hardness of his large 
penis, exulting in the freedom of being naked under the open sky. With 
hungry haste, he ran his hands down her smoothly golden flanks, cupping the 
enticing flare of her hips with his palms, feeling the silky flesh of her 
inner thighs tremble under his youthfully urgent caresses. The exciting zone 
of her tender vagina was a gleamingly shining flaxen wheat in the reflection 
from the sand. Her velvety thighs were slightly parted and the lustful youth 
caught a glimpse of moistly glimmering pinkness between the golden strands 
of tightly curling pussy hair. She looked like an untouchable goddess, 
golden and unattainable, as beautiful as the other blonde her husband was 
busy fucking, and Randy could hardly believe his luck that she was actually 
his mistress. That he was the lover of this beautifully svelte woman! 

With a moan of animal pleasure, he buried his face between the warmly 
heaving peaks of her upraised breasts, inhaling the feminine sweetness of 
her special scent, and then raising his head upwards, ground his mouth down 
on hers in an eager passionate kiss, forcing her teeth to part and teasing 
her tongue into a frantic duel of mounting desire. He could feel her body 
trembling under his and knew that she was becoming aroused, in spite of her 
mental preoccupation. It was always the same ... no matter how she was 
feeling emotionally, her body always responded. That was one of the 
wonderful things about fucking her . .. 

Jean's lips parted in a low mewl as she felt Randy's knee prying her naked 
thighs apart, as she felt the warmth of the summer air on the sensitively 
squirming flesh of her open vagina. It really does feel good, he thought 
hazily, to be stretched out under the open sky, under the hot sun. The hot 
sand warmed her back and buttocks and its resilience gave her the impression 
that she was floating on air. Her mind had reached a sort of impasse about 
her unfaithful husband. The numbness was gone, and now she had mixed 
feelings. On one hand, she was glad that he was involved with someone else - 
it gave her more time, and a better, excuse, for being involved with her own 
teenage lovers; but on the other hand she had to admit that she felt angry, 
a slow seething fury, that he was actually cheating on her. She knew that it 
was unreasonable in view of what she herself was doing, but she couldn't 
help what she felt. 

She groaned again as she felt the heavy blood-filled weight of Randy's 
lust-hardened cock against her secret inner flesh, and instinctively spread 
her splayed legs even farther apart, willingly presenting the widespread 
plane of her welcoming cunt to his hovering male shaft. She squirmed back 
slightly as she felt the rubbery unyielding head nudge against her delicate 
pussy flesh, and drew in her breath sharply, waiting -for the delicious 
impact as he thrust forward. Then the realization of what was happening 
struck her with the force of-a fist. She was naked and lying spread-eagled 
under the poised hardness of her teenage lover, only feet away from where 
her husband was making love to his secretary! 

A dozen terrifying possibilities presented themselves to her, but were 
ruthlessly swept aside as Randy surged forward relentlessly, his hands 
clamped against her hips, holding her in place, driving on until he had 
succeeded in penetrating her tight little cuntal orifice with his thickly 
throbbing cock. 

"Aaaagghh . .. Ooohhh ..." Jean moaned as he plowed forward, imbedding his 
desire-inflated cock by degrees in her tightly resisting vaginal sheath. 

"Unhhggnnn ..." she gasped as he continued to drive forcefully in between 
her widely spread legs. 

"... aagghhhhh ... hhmmnnll" as he finally imbedded it to the hilt in her 
rapidly adjusting cuntal passage. For a moment he held it there, flexing it 
slightly, waiting for her answering interior throb before withdrawing 
slowly, giving her wetly heated channel a chance to adjust before plunging 
forward again, forcing her smoothly rounded buttocks up off the ground as he 
plowed into her, her tapering legs kicking out wildly on each side of his 
thrusting body. 

"Ooooohhh, Randy .. . it's good, it's good, darling ..." she gasped as he 
continued to drive nakedly between her legs, each deep downward thrust 
tunneling to the very core of her eliciting moans of wanton pleasure from 
somewhere in the depths of her throat. 

Her firm full breasts were heaving erotically, a slight rivulet of 
perspiration trickling down the deep valley between them as she gave herself 
over completely to his hard masculine fucking. Her arms reached up suddenly 
and pulled him down on her, pressing her turgid nipples against his panting 
chest, reaching up to trap his lips in a fiery kiss of passion. Her darting 
tongue flicked greedily into his mouth to make delirious contact with his, 
and jabbed in and out in a crude rhythmic simulation of his own wildly 
pistoning cock sawing into her welcoming vagina. She was completely aroused 
now, all reserve thrown to the winds as she fucked back mindlessly, 
transported to the zenith of sensual pleasure. Damn Tom, damn him and his 
blonde slut... I don't care what happens as long as I can have this ... as 
long as Randy keeps fucking me half to death . .. !! 

Tom Lincoln's fingers tightened in the soft-fleshed globes of Ingrid 
Niellson's cream-white buttocks, kneading the tender mounds convulsively as 
he continued to drive his lust-bloated hardness between his secretary's 
slightly parted thighs, burying it completely in the velvety softness of her 
wet pink cunt. Her swollen vagina fitted like a silk glove around the 
palpitating shaft of his desire-hardened penis, increasing a thousand fold 
the eddies of tremulous pleasure which were rippling along his spinal column 
and erupting in a series of breathless spasms throughout his body. Through 
lust-dimmed eyes, he could see his mistress crouched in her servile position 
in the dim beach house, on all fours, and the fact that he was fucking into 
her from behind, dog-fashioned, added to his adulterous pleasure. Ingrid's 
body was writhing, and she was thrusting her shapely little buttocks back 
rhythmically, flaring her softly ovalled ass-cheeks to allow him fuller 
access to her wildly dilated vaginal sheath. She was mewling incessantly, 
her long blonde hair falling down like a golden waterfall over her 
desire-contorted face. Her full ripe breasts dangled obscenely beneath her, 
as her body undulated to the rhythm of her boss' fucking from behind, and 
the soft wet inner flesh of her churning cunt clenched and unclenched around 
the thickly probing length of his hard driving penis. The thinly haired 
flanges nibbled excitedly at the plunging masculine shaft, titillating it 
excruciatingly, pulling it deeper and greedily up into the darkness of her 
helplessly aroused vagina. Tom's heavy sperm-laden balls slapped wetly 
against her upturned loins as he pounded into her, and his body shook with 
violent tremors as he approached the apex of his gathering orgasm. His body 
was coated with sweat, dimming his vision and his brain was an inflamed and 
seething mass of lewd excitement. A wildly primitive feeling engulfed him, 
bred by the knowledge that he was fucking his secretary from behind, miles 
away from anywhere, in the middle of the day, in a deserted beach house. It 
was fucking for the sheer love of it, for the pure unadulterated pleasure 
they both got from it. He could feel his naked mistress quivering and 
shaking, the tremors more pronounced, increasing with the cadence of her 
rising moans, and then, suddenly, she was there! She was climaxing, her 
whole body vibrating with overwhelming passion, her cries a wild cacaphony 
of the derelict building!! 

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she chanted helplessly as wave 
after tidal wave of dazzling pleasure flooded over her, seeping into every 
curve and crevice of her writhing body, imbuing her with the warmth of total 
passionate arousal. 

The insane jiggling of her tight little buttocks triggered off Tom's own 
teetering climax, and his hoarse cries mingled with her high-pitched ones as 
his body jerked and thrashed out the tremendous whirlpool force of his 
orgasm. 

"Aaaagghh ... Oh Christ, Ingrid, I'm cumming too!" His head was spinning 
from the convulsions of ecstasy spasming through his body, and for a moment 
he was afraid that he would lose "his balance and fall from the unnatural 
weaving of the dusty room before his inflamed eyes. But he continued to fuck 
into Ingrid's gyrating body, shouting out again as the first eruption in the 
seething cavern of his swollen balls sent the first stream of foaming semen 
spurting into her wildly swirling cunt. It flowed unceasingly into her 
darkly clutching passage, filling her helplessly excited belly to the full, 
seeping unchecked into the hungrily welcoming depths of her secret womb. His 
fingers were clutching savagely at the tender white flesh of her softly 
rounded ass-cheeks, raising angry welts on its ivory surface, but Ingrid 
seemed oblivious to the pain as she continued to jerk her pelvis, insatiable 
in her desire to engulf more and more of his lewdly ejaculating cock in her 
spasming pussy. 

At last, he had emptied his final spurt into her heatedly steaming depths, 
and even so, she was unwilling to let the rapidly deflating member slip from 
her semen-soaked channel. But finally, it slid wetly from her faintly 
pulsing passage and Tom lay back on the dusty floor, his breath coming in 
deep hard pants, his eyes closed in pleasure, basking in the warm and heady 
afterglow of a tremendous climax. Ingrid sure was one hell of a good fuck, 
he thought as he dozed off easily, completely satiated by his sensual young 
mistress. I 

The next thing he was aware of was Ingrid noisily removing the dust and 
cobwebs from the back window of the cabin. He could just barely see the 
faint contours of her naked back, and once again he realized how really sexy 
she was, how completely provocative her every movement was. He had certainly 
never known anyone like her, and he would find it hard to give her up, if it 
ever came to that. He was not sure that he could. She had given him a new 
lease on life, which might evaporate if she went out of his radius. With her 
carefree, zany ways, she had instilled a sense of fun and enjoyment of life 
in him, but he knew he could easily revert back to his old, cut and dried 
ways. She had taught him that sex could be definitely fun, exciting and 
never boring, and his lovemaking with her was certainly a far cry from the 
routine act with his own wife. 

"Hey, look honey," Ingrid suddenly called out, "it looks as if we're not the 
only ones with this idea!" She was peering intently out the window, her body 
quivering with obvious excitement. 

"What do you mean, baby?" Tom queried, only half-interested. 

"There's this good-looking blonde being fucked like crazy by a kid!" 

"You're kidding!" Tom laughed, only half-believing her. 

"No, honestly!" Ingrid replied excitedly. "Come over here and see!! She's 
stretched out on the sand and the kid, who must be only about sixteen, is 
really giving it to her!" 

Tom, his interest aroused, ambled over to join his mistress at the 
half-cleaned window. He peered out, seeing first only the naked jumble of 
golden arms and legs as a blonde boy fucked a blonde woman. 

Then his vision cleared and he got a better look, and saw, with bulgingly 
disbelieving eyes, that the blonde, stretched out naked and flat on her 
back, her long tanned legs lewdly spread to allow the sixteen year old boy 
to fuck obscenely between them, was Jean! It was his wife out there, being 
made love to by a teenage boy! 

 Chapter Six 

Tom Lincoln's whole world came crashing down around his ears in one, brief 
fateful moment when he discovered that it was his wife who was naked out 
there on the sand, like a golden Olympian odalisque, her blonde hair strewn 
like molten gold around her lust-contorted face, while a strange teenager 
fucked savagely between her openly spread legs. "J-Jean..." he whispered 
hoarsely, his voice cracked and broken, his eyes glazed with shock. 

"Do you know her?" Ingrid queried suddenly, and then realization dawned on 
her. Jean! That was his wife's name! Could that possibly be his wife out 
there? Ingrid looked at her lover, and knew it was. The truth was written 
plainly in the dejected slump of his shoulders, his mouth slack and hanging 
open, his eyes dull and staring. He didn't seem to be able to tear his 
startled and disbelieving gaze away from the lascivious scene of abandoned 
coupling outside. If she had known who it was, Ingrid would never have drawn 
her lover's attention to the fornicating couple, but she had no idea that 
they might be anyone Tom knew. 

"Who is that boy?" she asked, unable to help herself, and as soon as the 
words were out, she knew that she shouldn't have asked. 

Tom turned to look at her and Ingrid shrank from the pure hate reflected in 
his blazing eyes. 

"That's the kid that cuts our lawn at home . . . Randy . .. Randy Webb .. . 
The nerve of that bastard .. . fucking my wife like that... I'm gonna teach 
that young son of a bitch punk a lesson he'll never forget...!!" 

Tom was obviously in the throes of an uncontrollable fury of rage, and 
paroxysms of anger shuddered through him as he stood there, his doubled 
fists clenched menacingly, dire threats issuing from his furiously working 
mouth. Suddenly, he started towards the door, and a stab of panic goaded his 
frightened mistress into action. 

"Wait a minute, Tom, wait!" she said, placing a restraining hand on his arm. 
"Don't go out there yet!" 

"Why the hell not? Should I just stand here and let that bastard screw my 
wife without raising a finger to stop him?" 

"No, but how come they're- here in the first place?" 

Tom stared at his naked mistress as the terrible implications of her 
questions struck home. What was his wife doing here, anyway? "My guess is," 
Ingrid said deliberately, "that they followed us here!" A cold shudder of 
apprehension ran down Tom's back. 

"Then, if that's the case-" he whispered fearfully. 

"They saw us fucking a few minutes ago!" Ingrid finished, her voice ominous. 

The thudding of Tom's heart was deafening even to his own ears. Jean must 
have seen him fucking Ingrid from behind! She must have been standing there 
watching as he sunk his cock to the hilt in his secretary's soft vaginal 
depths! She knew about him and his Swedish mistress! 

"Oh God, no . .. " he moaned, not knowing what to do. What would Jean say? 
It was obvious what her reaction was ... the sight of him fucking Ingrid had 
caused her to allow the youth to do the same to her! 

"What'll we do, Ingrid? Jean will know we're having an affair!" Tom said 
desperately, his brain unable to function. 

"So what?" Ingrid replied coldly, "it's obviously not her first time with 
that kid either!" 

Tom felt as if a pitcher of cold water had been thrown over him. Not her 
first time.. . that's right, he thought angrily, what was she doing with the 
kid in the first place? 

"God, Tom, your wife is really turned on!" The secretary called, beckoning 
to her lover to join her again at the window. Mechanically, Tom sidled over 
to the window and peered out again. Ingrid was right! Jean was a flailing 
and thrashing whipcord of abandoned passion. Even inside the beach house, 
they could hear her mewling with unsuppressed pleasure. Her ankles were 
locked lasciviously around the boy's lower back and she was clinging to him 
for dear life, swaying beneath him, her body buffeting with each deeply 
driving thrust of his wetly pulsing cock. Tom drew in his breath sharply. He 
had never seen his wife so aroused before! She looked like a different 
person entirely. Completely unrecognizable was his normally prudish and 
half-virginal wife, so calm and collected in her ways, so fastidious in all 
sexual matters. The unbelievable blonde out there was a moaning and 
uninhibited mass of sexual arousal, exuding pure animal sex, and she was his 
wife! 

"I never knew your wife was like that!" Ingrid said accusingly, secretly 
wondering why Tom was interested in her with a firebrand like Jean at home. 
Neither did I, Tom said to himself bitterly. She never got excited like that 
with me! 

Much as he hated to admit it, it was obvious that the blond teenager had 
something that he lacked, and the unfaithful husband wondered jealously what 
it was. Jean certainly seemed to be in another world, moaning, writhing, 
fucking back with all her might, wantonly thrusting her pelvis upward and 
trying to spread her moistly gleaming thighs even farther apart. Tom caught 
a glimpse of the thick red length of the boy's hammering cock as it fucked 
rhythmically into his wife's softly clinging vaginal flesh, and 
unbelievably, an illicit shudder of excitement coursed the length of his 
tingling spine. He couldn't deny that there was something lewdly perverted 
about watching his own wife being fucked by a sex-crazed teenager, something 
perversely thrilling about it. He couldn't help feeling jealous of the 
youth, wishing that he himself was in his place. Yes, that was it! He wanted 
to be the one who was screwing mercilessly between his wife's legs, he 
wanted to be the one who was sending her out of her mind with delirious joy! 

He was conscious of the growing bulge of his re-awakening cock, of a 
sympathetic churning in his hips as he watched the teenage boy jerk forward 
and send his hotly searing shaft plunging to the hilt in Jean's greedily 
welcoming depths. Tom wanted her slender legs to wrap in the lewd way around 
his back, wanted to feel the inticing jiggling of her dancing breasts press 
against his neck! Yes, he was aroused by the sight of his wife being fucked 
by another man!! 

He didn't care any longer that she was unfaithful to him; after all, he 
himself had just been fucking Ingrid. All he cared about was getting a share 
of that wildly wanton excitement, of feeling a part of that incredible aura 
of sexual arousal which exuded from his panting and moaning wife. 

Robot-like, he turned to march out of the beach house, his rigid cock 
standing up heavily like a flag-staff before him. 

"Wait, Tom ..." Ingrid called frantically, but her boss paid no attention to 
her. He strode inexorably out the door and around to where his writhing wife 
and their teenage gardener were wrapped together in a lewd tangle of wetly 
perspiring bodies. 

The blue sky above Jean seemed to spin ominously before her lust-dimmed 
eyes, the blazing sun sending blinding flashes of light to dance before her. 
It was incredible, making love out here in the open. Even the abrasive 
friction of the sand on her naked ass-cheeks added in a masochistic way to 
her obscene pleasure. She , had forgotten all about her husband, except a 
tiny part of her wondered if he was watching her. 

Yes, damn you, I hope you 're watching, you cheating bastard. I hope you see 
Randy fucking me like this fust as I saw you with that slut of a secretary. 
.. 

But even her revengeful thoughts were swept aside as newly tumultuous 
feelings forewarned the approach of another violent climax. And then ... 
"Jean ..." 

The squirming housewife froze, her blood running cold as new hands scurried 
along the smoother flesh of her wetly undulating body. It was her husband! 

"Tom, wha ..." she began, her throat dry, hardly able to breathe. What did 
he want? She wasn't worried about him discovering her with 

Randy. It was obvious he wasn't angry, but what did he want with her now? 
His hands trailed down her smooth sleek hips and came to rest under the 
firmly rounded cheeks of her naked buttocks, kneading and pummeling them 
with roughly convulsive movements. Then, she drew in her breath sharply as 
she felt him slowly draw the softly quivering flesh apart, straining them 
beyond belief. Oh God, what was going to happen? 

"Spread that little ass of yours, baby ... I'm going to have a ride too ..." 

Jean gasped in numbed horror, hardly able to believe her ears. His voice was 
cracked and hoarse, and there was a lustful tone in his harsh sentence 
chilled her to the marrow. 

She felt as if she had suddenly been suspended in time, as if all movements 
had ceased, as if she and her youthful lover had been frozen into statues. 
But they hadn't. Randy still continued to fuck between her golden tanned 
legs, seemingly oblivious to Tom, who was naked and crouched on his hands 
and knees, his eyes staring out of his head as they roamed feverishly over 
his wife's lovely writhing body. "Roll over, sweetie ..." he rasped 
hoarsely, and incredibly Jean felt Randy shifting above her, sliding down to 
one side; and then, unbelievably, she was astride her young lover, her 
slender thighs straddling his upthrusting pelvis. Oh my God, I'm going 
crazy, she thought frantically, unable to figure out what was happening. 
Tom's hands were warm and strong on her tender flesh again, pulling and 
kneading at the soft golden moons of her untanned buttocks,, straining them 
apart, his fingers digging hungrily into the flaccid white flesh. Jean bit 
her lip to keep from crying out from the new unexpected pain, and then 
gasped suddenly in unrestrained shock as she felt the long wet length of his 
strong tongue swipe the darkly stretched crevice, sending forbidden chills 
of morbid pleasure and pain coursing through her. Her head was spinning and 
she felt as if she had been suddenly thrust headlong into an unknown world, 
a world where her husband was kneeling by her side, lewdly kissing and 
caressing her nether crease while another man fucked wantonly up into her 
cunt from below. 

She moaned again as she felt the insistently probing pressure of her 
husband's strong forefinger against the small and crinkled circle of her 
hidden rectum, and then, before she had a chance to realize what was 
happening, he suddenly thrust it to the first knuckle into the futilely 
resisting orifice. 

"Aaarrrgghhh ... Oh God, stop .. . !!" she sobbed helplessly, wriggling her 
buttocks around in a desperate attempt to dislodge the alien intruder. 
Relentlessly, Tom burrowed his finger deeper, feeling her hot rectal flesh 
clinging tightly to his finger as he plunged it to the hilt in his wife's 
unsuspecting anal depths. With casual ease, he began to rotate it around 
inside the rubberily clasping passage of her rectum, scouring and widening 
it, until at last he began to withdraw it, pulling it out finally with a 
lewd plopping sound. Jean breathed a sigh of relief, as she was freed from 
the searing pain in her tender back passage, and once again abandoned mewls 
slipped carelessly from her mouth as her body was free to experience to the 
full the intense pleasure she was getting from Randy Webb's hard young cock 
spearing forcefully up between her straddling thighs. 

But then blind panic gripped her once more as she became aware of Tom behind 
her now, his strong hands holding her shoulders down flat on top of Randy, 
and she realized with instinctive terror that she was sandwiched between the 
two men, completely trapped between the naked bodies of her husband and her 
teenage lover! 

"Oh Tom, please ..." she began as she felt his hands once more rippling 
across the rounded curves of her softly writhing young buttocks. Fear tore 
like steel fingers at the pounding depths of her terror-stricken heart as 
she felt him poise the thick blood-hardened length of his fully erect penis 
at the tiny defenseless ring of her trembling anus. 

She opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to try to ward off what she 
suddenly knew was coming, but... 

"Oooooohhhhh ... oh Tom, please stop . . . aaaaarrrggghhhh . . . you're . . 
. you're splitting-me!" she wailed, pain shooting through her from the cruel 
penetration of her tiny rectal sphincter by her husband's lust-bloated 
shaft. Feebly, she tried to struggle, tried to fight back, but in her heart 
she knew it was futile as her husband continued to surge forward, impaling 
her inch by excruciating inch on the obscenely throbbing shaft of his 
driving cock. 

"... eeerrrgghhnnn ..." she gasped helplessly, feeling completely filled by 
the huge rod of blood-engorged male flesh rammed into her futilely resisting 
rectum, and she lay there between them, panting and stricken with dull 
disbelief as her husband finally managed to sink his rock-hard member to the 
hilt in her painfully tortured depths. 

The adulterous young wife squirmed pathetically as she felt her vengeful 
husband's pounding cock moving about tantalizingly inside her, brutally 
widening her tight rectal sheath and seeming to stretch longer and farther 
up into her fearfully quivering young belly. At last, he began to withdraw, 
and Jean couldn't help feeling a moment's relief - but it was short-lived, 
as without a moment's pause, he rammed forward again, mercilessly sweeping 
aside her trembling thighs and burying his rangy cock deep in her sorely 
bruised back passage. 

He'll tear me apart if he doesn't stop! Oh God! she worried, and then she 
recalled with burning clarity the time when Randy had taken her back there, 
when he had raped her virginal anus with his younger brother looking on. 
This time, it was Tom, her own husband, who was taking her back there, while 
Randy himself fucked into her in front. .. and doubtless Ingrid was watching 
her being taken by two men at once. Miraculously, Jean felt all vestiges of 
pain disappear from her buffeted body, felt little mists of wispy pleasure 
begin floating in and out of the secret corners of her flesh, felt herself 
tingling with growing arousal. She was beginning to enjoy the lewd double 
fucking she was receiving from her lusting lover and her anger-provoked 
husband! She was actually beginning to respond to the lascivious three-way 
fuck! 

She could hardly believe it, and yet it was happening! Already her body was 
beginning to undulate gently in rhythm with the two naked male bodies 
slapping obscenely against her, thrusting their pile-driving penises deep 
and hard into the twin passages up between her widesplit thighs. Panting, 
she shoved her wetly writhing vagina forward to receive the pistoning 
plunges of Randy's virile young hardness, and then ground her now hungrily 
clenching buttocks backward to clutch at her husband's punishing cock. Her 
body was bathed in perspiration, and slipped wetly between the two flailing 
bodies of her husband, and lover, and her mewls rose higher and mingled 
lewdly with their hoarse grunts of animal pleasure. Weird thoughts assailed 
her reeling brain as her lasciviously sandwiched body writhed and tremored 
with a new and illicit pleasure. 

This is really what it's all about, she thought ecstatically, now I'm really 
free and liberated. .. I've tried everything. . . And she felt suddenly, 
inexplicably free, as if she had finally wrenched away the chains of the 
repressed culture which had been invisibly manacling her mind to a Victorian 
code to which her body no longer ascribed. Yes, she was really liberated 
now, free to enjoy the sensual satisfaction that her body offered!" 

"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . hhhgghhnnnn ..." she sighed as she gave herself over 
completely to the waves of exhilarating pleasure which washed over her sandy 
flesh, which tingled tantalizingly through her pulsating body, and which 
made the blood rush wildly through her veins. Tom had obviously forgiven 
her, she thought deliriously, and now everything would be all right. She had 
never known anything like the floods of intense excitement which were 
coursing through her, not even in her wildest moments with Randy and his 
friends. 

I'll never be the same again, she sobbed happily to herself, this is the 
turning point. .. there s no going back now .. . and the fact that her 
husband was part of the overwhelming pleasure, that his fucking her in the 
ass added immeasurably to her unbelievable arousal, somehow made everything 
seem all right. 

She knew she was nearing her climax, but she wanted to hold back, to wait 
until the two insanely fucking men were also cumming, so that all three of 
them could reach the dizzy pinnacle of ultimate pleasure together. And then 
... 

"Christ, baby, I'm there! I'm cumming! AAARRGGGHHH . .. !" It was Randy, his 
young body quivering and trembling with the final force of his release, his 
nakedly driving penis plummeting deep into her wildly clutching vaginal 
sheath, his breath charged like machine-gun blasts as he at last reached the 
orgasm his lust-crazed brain was battling for. He jerked spasmodically 
upward, as paroxysms of unbelievable pleasure washed over his sweating body. 

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH ... I'm cumming too! I'm . .. I'm .. . Aaaarrggghhhh ..." 

And Tom was climaxing too, his tall muscular body crashing down on her as he 
skewered his pistoning cock mercilessly into her forever-stretched rectal 
passage! 

"Keep .. . fucking . . . back .. . baby!!!" he gasped, and Jean felt the 
rush of his scalding male sperm as it shot deep and hard up into her 
passion-dilated rectum. Her entire body felt poised on the edge of a giant 
chasm, teetering between this world and the delirious world of never-ending 
pleasure, and then, helplessly, she fell..." 

"Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaaahhh!" she sobbed mindlessly, as her body rocketed 
and tossed violently between the virbating bodies of her husband and lover. 
Tremors of intense pleasure convulsed her naked flesh as Randy and Tom 
continued to shoot their seething hot sperm far up into her hungrily 
welcoming belly, coming together somewhere in her hotly aroused depths. 

It was unbelievable, this climaxing from being fucked by two men at the same 
time, and her wantonly abandoned body reached greedily for the whirls of 
overwhelming pleasure which were at last floating within grasp. Nothing 
could ever be the same again, but she didn't care. She wasn't afraid of the 
incredible new world she was entering, not when she had Tom and Randy to 
help her, hot when they shielded her body like they were doing now, 
sandwiching her between them; not when they gave her absolutely mind-blowing 
pleasure like they were giving her now as they spewed out their white-hot 
semen to soak her trembling body completely, draining into every crevice of 
her fully aroused body. 

Jean opened her eyes dreamily, and saw the fluffy white clouds rippling 
across the blue sky. For a moment, she forgot where she was, conscious of 
nothing but the delicious warmth of the blazing sun, and the incredible 
blanket of satiation which wrapped her snugly and filled her to overflowing 
with happiness. 

Gradually, the unbelievable events of the last couple of hours came tumbling 
back to the dozing housewife . .. her discovery of her husband with his 
secretary... Randy's lust-maddened love-making, followed by Tom joining in, 
culminating in a wild three-way orgasm . . . yes, she remembered now. She 
didn't think she'd ever forget her climax precipitated by being fucked by 
her husband and lover at the same time .. . 

As consciousness returned to her, she wondered, with a faint stab of panic, 
at the suddenly pervading silence. Where was everybody? As if in answer to 
her question, a low moan made her turn her head sharply to the right. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . Oh God, Oh God . . , " It sounded like Randy! 

Jean's heart started pounding like a drum. What was going on? For a moment, 
she couldn't see anything, and abruptly, she jerked upright, determined to 
find out what was happening. And then she gasped audibly, surprise widening 
her eyes as they came to rest on her teenage lover's spread-eagled body, and 
the crouching figure of a naked girl who could only be Ingrid, hunched 
grotesquely between his widespread legs, his huge cock sunk halfway between 
her ripely ovalled lips! Jean continued to stare, hardly daring to believe 
what she was watching. A confusion of feeling jumbled her brain. She had 
just about forgotten all about the blonde, and now here she was, openly 
sucking her lover's cock! A surge of anger erupted inside Jean, and her eyes 
narrowed into thinly glazed slits as she continued to watch, fascinated in 
spite of herself, as the long red length of the boy's hotly throbbing penis 
disappeared between the smooth pink oval of Ingrid's hungrily clasping lips. 
Her fingers were buried somewhere in the blonde tufts of hair at the sturdy 
base and were holding the glistening shaft aloft, guiding it greedily up 
into the vacuum-like warmth of her hollowed cheeks. Jean could see that the 
secretary's eyes were half closed, and her face was obviously bathed in a 
mist of hungry lust. Randy, too, was obviously enjoying Tom's secretary's 
lascivious attentions, as her hand dipped to fondle the desire-tightened sac 
of his scrotum, to knead and cup his churning testicles lovingly. Jean drew 
in her breath sharply as she saw Ingrid release the thick knobby head of the 
teenager's wetly glistening cock and then run her pink tongue down along the 
entire rigid length of it, tickling just below the bulbous, blood-filled 
head, nibbling slightly at the blue-veined underside, disappearing in a 
snake-like flicker into the tangled mass of his blond pubic hair. 

"God, Ingrid," Randy gasped heavily, "your mouth feels so good around my 
cock ..." 

The blonde secretary was completely engrossed in her lewd task, her gleaming 
hair framing her face, contorted from the effort of sucking and licking at 
the growing bulge in her mouth. It felt good, sucking this kid's cock, she 
mused to herself, especially with that high-and-mighty Jean Lincoln 
watching! 

Ingrid had been almost overcome with anger and jealousy watching the wildly 
unbelievable threesome of Jean, her lover and Tom, and it was obvious that 
they had all forgotten about her. It hurt her, too, to see how aroused Tom 
had got, especially when it had been she who had calmed him out of his 
initial anger at his wife. So, in a way, thanks to her, Tom, instead of 
being furious at finding his wife fucking another man, had become excited to 
the extent of joining in ... to the extent of forgetting all about her! 

But Ingrid was determined not to be left out. Her eyes had run appraisingly 
over the handsomely sun-tanned muscular form of the surprisingly mature 
teenager, and she had become suffused with a sudden desire to take that 
virile young cock into her mouth, to suck and slaver over it, to coax it 
into wonderfully aroused hardness, to finally feel it explode deep in her 
throat, to taste the tangy bitterness of his savage young cum. Expertly, she 
ran her warm wet tongue along the pulsating length of it, feeling the wild 
blood rushing through the veins almost as if it would burst the flesh, felt 
the lust coursing through the thickly palpitating ridge on the underside. 
She entrapped the burgeoning head between her clasping lips and played 
teasingly with her tongue at the narrow glans opening at the tip, before 
dipping lower to tantalize his throbbing testicles. Then she slipped her 
deftly probing tongue in among the tufted wisps of Randy's pubic hair and 
stabbed lewdly at the thick stubby base of his jerking cock-shaft. Her hands 
kneaded convulsively at this churning scrotum, feeling the power surging 
deep inside them, aware of the seething tumult of his aching sperm. Yes, she 
was going to enjoy sucking this boy dry, sucking him dry while Tom's wife 
watched helplessly. 

Jean couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her young lover plunging 
his lust-hardened cock far back into Ingrid's more than willing throat. 
Enraged as she was by the blonde secretary's conduct, she couldn't deny that 
the lascivious sight gave her a lewd thrill of delight, and she thought 
again of how she herself must have looked when she was sucking eagerly on 
Randy's brother's penis. Had she herself looked like Ingrid now looked - her 
face glazed with lust, her eyes half closed in excitement, her lips lewdly 
ovalled around the pulsating rod of male flesh as Larry Webb sank his fiery 
penis deep and hard between her lips? 

A throbbing excitement started somewhere deep in Jean's loins as she 
continued to watch the unbelievable sight of her husband's mistress sucking 
and slavering over her own lover's fully erect penis, and then she became 
aware of hands on her legs, of wet palms clamped against her inner thighs, 
forcing them apart, of a hulking shape hovering between her widespread legs. 
Panic assailed her for a terrifying moment, and she gasped aloud. 

"Take it easy, honey, it's only me, she heard her husband assuring her and 
she realized then that it was Tom hunched lasciviously before the openly 
spread plane of her pulsating cunt. 

"Tom..." she began searchingly, hardly knowing what to say. 

"Just relax, baby," he said soothingly, "Just relax and spread your legs. 
I'm going to lick your cunt... I'm going to kiss and lick your pussy while 
Ingrid is sucking Randy's cock ..." Jean heard the words in a daze. It 
couldn't be ... it was too much! 

"No! No!" she cried out suddenly, unable to stop herself. She couldn't allow 
her own husband to kiss her there. She just couldn't. It was different when 
Randy had done it. He had almost forced her to submit, and even though she 
had enjoyed it, it was different now with her husband. She just couldn't let 
it happen. 

"Why not, honey?" Tom's voice droned on. "You'll love it.. . you'll love it 
when I run my tongue into that hot little cunt of yours . .. Those two have 
forgotten about us .. . they're having fun ... why not us?" 

His mesmerizing words seemed to calm his wife's fears. Yes, yes, he's right. 
Ingrid and Randy are enjoying themselves... why should we be left out? 

Her seething thoughts ran wildly on. She had enjoyed it when Randy had done 
it to her. Why not now? Why not indeed? Her own husband wanted to lick her 
vagina, so why not let him? 

"Jean, honey ..." Tom urged, fearing that she had forgotten all about him. 

"Yes, Tom, yes ..." her voice came in a rush of heated urgency. "Yes, do it 
to me ... do it to me while Ingrid. .. while your mistress is sucking 
Randy's . .. penis!" 

"Do what, Jean, do what?" her husband insisted, suddenly desperate for her 
to say the words which would signal to him that the dark and unhappy days of 
her repression were really over. After a long moment, the words he had been 
waiting for came. 

"Suck my - my pussy! Yes, that's it, Tom, suck my pussy while Ingrid is 
licking and kissing Randy's cock!" 

With a deep groan, Jean's husband suddenly buried his face in the openly 
presented pussy flesh beneath him, inhaling for the very first time the 
scented sweetness of his own wife's secret flesh, reveling in the contact of 
his wet tongue on her hotly pulsing vaginal flesh, "Ooooooohhhhhh ..." Jean 
gasped as she felt the moist slapping of her husband's tongue as it reached 
out and lapped at the tender flesh of her openly throbbing vagina. She held 
in her breath as he buried his tongue in the hotly squirming flesh, dipping 
and probing in a maddened search for the pivot of her desires. It was like a 
wetly living thing scurrying around her sensitive flesh, and she liked it! 
Yes, she liked having her husband lick her cunt! 

"Mmmmmmmnnnn ..." she groaned involuntarily as Tom's burrowing tongue found 
the hardening tip of her turgid clitoris. 

Gently, he clasped the swollen knob between his teeth, holding it there 
while the tip of his tongue teased remorselessly at the erogenous little 
nerve center, sending shudders of excruciating pleasure shooting up his 
wife's spine. Involuntarily, her slender thighs clamped against his cheeks, 
holding his mouth in an agonizing position over the burning flesh of her 
nakedly widespread cunt. Hungrily, she ground her desire-tortured vagina up 
against the maddening length of his deftly flicking tongue, rimming his nose 
and mouth with her moistly aroused cunt, cutting off his breath, enveloping 
him completely in the fragile softness of her impassioned cunt. Tom's tongue 
snaked out continuously, sliding along the thin vertical mouth of her 
vagina, burrowing into the crevices and creases of her wildly churning 
depths, eliciting moan after passionate moan of pleasure from his 
lust-maddened wife. His hands reached up and clutched at her thighs, held 
her firmly in place while his tongue stabbed erotically at the petal-shaped 
opening to her fully awakened body. For a moment, he poised, hovering at the 
soft viscous opening, before plunging directly into the grasping interior 
sheath, feeling the clinging walls of her greedily-welcoming cunt close in 
moist and tight on his sunken tongue, desperately trying to suck it farther 
and farther up into her madly writhing little belly. 

"Aaaaggghhhhh ..." she gasped, undulating her pelvis up desperately against 
his face, grinding the softly flaccid cheeks of her buttocks around on the 
sand in a feverish attempt to increase the dementing ministrations of her 
husband's hotly teasing tongue on her sensitive flesh. Her thighs tightened 
even more desperately around his perspiring face as she churned her 
desire-ridden cunt against the delicious lapping of his untiring mouth, her 
initial shock overcome, her receptive cuntal walls closing in like a velvet 
glove on his lustfully entrapped tongue. 

Jean was now mewling with unsuppressed passion. It was absolute heaven, 
lying here, her thighs spread open to allow her husband to slaver obscenely 
between them, while, only a couple of feet away, his secretary sucked 
hungrily on Randy's pounding cock. Jean turned her head and was just able to 
see her teenage lover's wildly writhing figure, tremoring with spasms of 
pleasure as Ingrid's lush red lips closed like a rubberband around the huge 
lust-engorged shaft of his cock. Jean, through desire-dimmed eyes, could see 
the angry red rod of flesh jerking spasmodically as it drove between the 
Swedish girl's ovaled lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on 
the dangling lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on the 
dangling sac of his testicles, could hear her lover's moans of pure animal 
pleasure as he gave himself over fully to this girl's unbelievable sucking, 
just as she herself was abandoning her body completely to the overwhelming 
eddies of pleasure coursing through her from her husband's frantic licking 
of her desire-maddened cunt. 

Swirls of red-hot pleasure were building up deep, deep inside her loins, 
making her squirm her softly rounded buttocks down into the sand, making her 
mewl incessantly in ecstasy, making her clamp the wetly-aroused flesh of her 
helpless cunt up against the pleasure-giving tongue that was swirling around 
inside her, sending flames of fire licking at the very core of her 
passionately aroused little belly. She could hear the lewd wet slavering 
sounds of Randy's tumultuous ecstasy as his rock-hard penis slid far up into 
Ingrid's enveloping mouth, and his gasps of pleasure mingled with her own as 
they writhed in total abandon only feet away from each other on the beach. 

Tom watched his wife with mounting amazement and disbelief. He felt thrilled 
beyond belief when she had allowed him to lick her vagina, and her lewd 
words of assent had perversely delighted him. Now he was filled with pride 
to think that he could arouse her like this, that she was squirming around 
in unabashed passion under his cunt-licking, just as she had moaned and 
writhed under the teenager's fucking. But most of all he could hardly 
believe that it really was his wife! The near-virginal, puritanical wife he 
remembered was no longer there, and the fully liberated woman who had 
replaced her was a being beyond his wildest dreams. She was now all he had 
ever dreamed she'd be and he was nearly out of his mind with happiness. 

Momentarily, he pulled away from the claspingly wet flesh of her twitching 
vagina and gazed down at the openly presented split of her cunt. He could 
see the faint pulsing of her nakedly aroused flesh, the reddish tip of her 
turgid little clitoris, the star-shaped opening of her hungrily contracting 
orifice, the faint throbbing of the swollen outer lips. 

There was a faint sheen of her flowing cuntal secretions smearing down along 
her quivering inner thighs, and Tom knew that she was almost ready to cum. 
With an eager moan, he once more buried his face between her trembling 
thighs, anxious to feel her rippling with an uncontrollable orgasm induced 
by his own lust-peaking licking. 

Ingrid heard Jean's sighs of arousal and the old envy was reawakening. 
Randy's blood-bloated cock seemed to fill her whole mouth, to expand and 
inflate to bursting point in the warmth of her hungrily sucking orifice, but 
she was aware of another emptiness. There was a furious gnawing between her 
legs, a fire which was calling out for re-kindling. She tried to ignore it, 
to make it go away, but it wouldn't. She wanted to experience what Jean was 
feeling. The pleasure she was getting from Randy's cock filling her mouth 
was not enough. . . she couldn't hold out much longer! The delicious oral 
caresses her husband was lavishing on her passion-demented cunt were 
becoming too much for her, and the thought that her lover was also 
approaching release seemed to spur on her own. But then, amazingly, she felt 
movement near her, heard the rasping of naked flesh against hot sand. For a 
moment, she was dumbfounded, not knowing what to think. There was movement 
right beside her ... 

Fearfully, she opened her eyes, not knowing what to expect, and saw, only a 
few scant inches from her face, the widespread and openly presented furrow 
of Ingrid's vagina! For a long, seemingly interminable moment. Jean stared 
at the softly pulsing slit collared by wisps of pale golden pubic curls, 
hardly able to believe her eyes. Ingrid had juxtaposed herself so that her 
lewdly splayed thighs were only inches from Jean's eyes, while she herself 
continued to suck Randy's insanely pounding penis. 

Jean could never remember clearly what happened next. All she knew was that 
suddenly her tongue was reaching out and lapping tentatively at the 
quivering wet mouth of the other girl's proffered cunt. The cream-white 
thighs closed softly around her hidden face, drawing her inexorably to the 
scented warmth of the other girl's feverishly pulsing vagina. Jean inhaled 
the sweet fragrance, her tongue searching cautiously in the pungent folds 
and creases, gaining confidence as it went about its wanton task. Her 
instinct for new and more exciting pleasures were stronger than any 
forbidden warnings of her lust-befogged brain, and she continued to swirl 
her tongue around in her husband's mistress' cunt, just as Tom himself was 
still slavering below at her frantically writhing loins. 

Jean heard the other girl whimpering around Randy's desire-ridden cock, and 
it gave her an odd thrill to know that she was giving the voluptuous 
secretary this pleasure, that she was making her moan and gasp with 
unmitigated ecstasy. She continued to suck and lick the other girl's 
furiously twitching vagina, spurred on by the delicious tongue-fucking she 
was getting below, thrilled illicitly at the thought that she was engaged in 
an incredible four-way sex scene, that she was being sucked and kissed below 
while she licked Ingrid's pulsating cuntal slit, while Ingrid at the same 
time was sucking and swallowing Randy's heavily throbbing penis. It was 
unbelievable, but it was the most exciting, arousing thing Jean had ever 
experienced and she thought she'd die from the spasms of pleasure 
convoluting her heaving body. She continued her frantic sucking and 
slavering of the Swedish girl's gyrating cunt, even after she heard Randy's 
moans of lascivious delight signaling his climax. 

"Oh God, Ingrid, I'm cumming! Keep sucking my cock!" 

Out of the corner of her eye, Jean could see the sandy-haired teenager 
battering furiously up against Tom's secretary's face, the sac of his wildly 
writhing scrotum suddenly contracting as it ejected the first flow of 
seminal fluid into her hungrily receptive mouth. Ingrid started to gulp and 
swallow, her cheeks filling and then emptying as she drank in the 
lust-quenching nectar of his searing male sperm. And even as Randy was 
continuing to ejaculate into her greedily sucking mouth, Shockwaves of 
overwhelming force spasmed through her body as she too began to cum from 
Jean's forbidden licking. Her moans and sobs were lost around Randy's still 
convulsed cock, but still she didn't loosen her elastic-like clasp around 
the pounding girth of his spasming penile shaft. Jean continued to jab her 
feverishly working tongue far up into the steaming depths of the girl's 
cunt, and to watch as Ingrid herself swallowed and gulped on Randy's finally 
deflating cock. And then, suddenly Jean herself was swept away in paroxysms 
of unbelievable earthly pleasure. Everybody else in the lewd foursome was 
forgotten as her perspiring body heaved and shook with tidal waves of 
dizzying pleasure, tremors of delight that rippled through her helpless body 
from head to toe. Her husband never slackened his feverish licking, 
continuing to slaver and lap at the burning flesh of her dilating cunt, 
continuing to kiss her steaming loins as she muffled her moans into the 
still tensed depths of her husband's secretary's sensuously trembling 
vagina. 

Now I've tried everything, she gasped happily to herself as mists of 
swirling euphoria engulfed her and carried her away gently from the orgy of 
physical pleasure. But she didn't care, because she knew she would return 
soon, for greater, weirder sensations of even more abandoned passion ... 

It would be a long time before Jean forgot the incredible delights which 
followed on that hot and sunny afternoon. Tom was the first to initiate 
further sexual excess, but the other three seemed mindlessly compelled to 
follow suit. The insane orgy was to last only until dusk, but the effects 
upon Jean's, and the other's, psyches, were to last a lot longer. The young 
housewife had been introduced to a new world: a new way of thinking, a new 
way of acting, a new way of feeling. And she knew deep down in her soul, 
that she was glad .. . and that she never, never wanted to leave her new 
found paradise. 

 Chapter Seven 

"I'm going to tell her today, honey," Tom Lincoln said happily, "that I 
can't see her anymore. She'll just have to accept the fact that our affair 
is over." The smiling husband gulped down his coffee, an anxious eye on the 
clock. It was Monday morning and he was already late for work, and the 
reason for it was that he and Jean had made love this morning before they 
got up. His whole body was still pleasantly aglow from the incredible 
sensations he had experienced, and now, even though he was late, he was 
reluctant to leave his beautiful wife. He had decided two nights before, 
after they had finally left Randy and Ingrid at the beach house, that he 
wasn't going to continue his affair with his secretary. He hoped to put a 
word in so that she could get a promotion, and then he would request a "more 
settled" assistant, just in case he got tempted again. Not that that was 
very likely, the way Jean was now. He had never in his wildest dreams 
imagined that she could be so completely uninhibited, so capable of 
satisfying him completely, and he knew that, he would never have to seek 
satisfaction elsewhere, the way he had before she became involved with 

Randy. Of course, it hurt to think that a young punk of a teenager was 
instrumental in bringing about his wife's sexual liberation, but Tom decided 
to try and forget about that and concentrate on the wonderful outcome of her 
liaison with their youthful gardener. 

He couldn't deny that the events of last Saturday afternoon on the beach had 
been exciting for him, and yet they weren't really to his taste at all. Even 
though the four of them had experimented in different positions and tried 
different ways getting sexual pleasure, and even though it had been obvious 
to Tom that his wife had reveled in the way-out sex, still he was convinced 
that Jean would be just as glad as he was to settle into a more conventional 
way of life, with just the two of them, the way it had been before .. . 
except, of course, much more exciting and fulfilling. 

"I'll call you later, darling," Tom said, embracing his wife with an ardor 
he was glad to feel again, reluctant to pull his lips away from the 
welcoming warmth of her eager mouth. "And you don't have to worry, baby," he 
called as he headed for the door, "I've finished with Ingrid, and nothing of 
the sort will ever happen again!" 

"All right, honey," Jean smiled, watching her husband disappear into the 
garage. She stretched luxuriantly and poured herself another cup of coffee, 
and began to plan her day. First, a long hot bath. She still felt a bit 
stiff from the weekend's sexual excesses, even though she'd had a day to 
recuperate, but that was to be expected, considering the number of times the 
four of them had made love Saturday afternoon. Randy wouldn't be coming by 
until about three, and he had mentioned bringing a special friend along with 
him, one she had never met before. A faint tingling between her thighs 
betrayed her surpressed excitement. One of the real pleasures of these 
encounters with her young lover was the knowledge that he might bring 
someone with him, and when his friend was a total stranger, it made 
everything that much better. 

It was a pity, she thought to herself on the way to the bathroom, that her 
husband assumed that she would give up her young lovers. Still, she thought 
it better not to enlighten him, and knew that she would have to arrange a 
new meeting place for Randy and his friends ... maybe even the old beach 
house, which held such happy memories for her now. 

She knew that her everyday chores would easily fill in the hours until it 
was time to get ready for Randy. Yes, things were finally going her way, she 
smiled happily. Tom really loved her again and had lost interest in other 
women, and she would still be able to see Randy. Her newly awakened appetite 
for sex had grown incredibly, but she knew that her sixteen year old lover 
would be able to supply her indefinitely with new young boys. And if they 
continued to be like his brother Larry, and 

Antonio, that incredible young friend she'd been introduced to last week, 
then she'd have reason to be satisfied for a long, long time to come . .. 
Maybe even forever. 


End
