The Jailer's Playmate
by Morgan Savage


FOREWORD 

If asked to identify the essential elements of a crime, most of us would 
immediately think of two -- a criminal and his victim. But there is often a 
third party -- as innocent as the victim yet closely tied to the criminal 
through a blood or marriage relationship. 

Too often we forget that the sentence society may impose on the wrong-doer 
extends to his family. Their prison might be a prison of the mind, but the 
result can be the same. Disorientation, loss of self-respect, change of 
character -- these are only a few of the terrible things that may occur when 
a loved one is jailed without warning. 

In A Jailer's Playmate a young bride is suddenly confronted with this 
situation. Only days after their wedding, her husband is arrested and 
charged with a serious crime -- a crime committed before they had met. 
Having just recently come halfway across the continent to escape an 
intolerable family situation, she is left alone in a strange city, 
friendless and unwilling to ask her family for help. 

Had Mary Stewart been more wise to the ways of the world, or even slightly 
less naive, she might have avoided the human vultures who prey on 
unfortunate people like herself. In her zeal to help her husband, she was 
exploited by those to whom she had turned for aid. 

Compounding her agony, the young girl is only just awakening to the 
mysteries of sex. She finds herself unable to control -- or even to 
understand -- the physiological forces which threaten to destroy her. Author 
Morgan Savage has clearly and poignantly shown how these forces -- when 
improperly diverted -- can break down the human spirit and, ultimately, the 
body. 

This is not a pretty story. It lays bare the realities of an unfortunate 
aspect our society -seemingly respectable people who are quick to turn any 
situation to their own advantage. It would be wrong and foolish to pretend 
that people like these do not exist in much the same circumstances as the 
author has presented them. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

It was just after eleven o'clock as Mary Stewart turned the wheel of the 
expensive sports car into the wide palm-lined driveway of the resort-motel 
and braked smoothly to a stop in front of the luxurious cabana that she and 
Ralph had taken for their honeymoon. The car's top was down, exposing Mary's 
bare arms and shoulders to the hot desert sun, her amber-colored skin in 
perfect contrast to the long blonde hair which flowed in wind-swept disarray 
across her shoulders and down her finely-sculpted back. 

At nineteen, the lovely young woman drew stares of frank male admiration and 
female envy even here in Southern California where beauty was a way of life. 
For years she had only felt anxiety and apprehension when men drank in her 
lush swelling breasts and long beautiful legs with their lustful eyes. Far 
from being complimented by their avid glances, Mary had felt somehow 
"dirtied" and uncomfortable. Now that she had Ralph to protect her from 
their unwanted advances she found herself vicariously enjoying the 
excitement and desire she generated. She knew that Ralph was pleased when 
other men openly envied his luck in capturing her for himself, and she made 
no objections when Ralph insisted that she wear clothing that fully revealed 
her ripe curves. 

Mary opened the car door and extricated her slender legs from the cramped 
driver's compartment. As she did so, her short skirt hiked up to reveal her 
long full-swelling thighs and the tender flesh between her exposed legs. 
Lifting herself from the car she closed the door and reached in to pick up 
the sack of groceries for their morning meal. 

Walking quickly toward the cabana where her new husband still slept, 
exhausted but happy from the previous night's frenzied lovemaking. Mary 
smiled happily at her good fortune in finding someone as wonderfully adept 
at helping her over her virginal fears as Ralph was. It was almost sinful to 
be so happy, she told herself, blushing momentarily as she remembered the 
wanton ways she had tried to please Ralph and show him how much she loved 
him. 

It had been less than two months since the long and frightening bus trip 
from the small Illinois town from which Mary had fled to escape her sluttish 
mother and the drunken, lust-inflamed stepfather who had tried to force 
himself on her. She had arrived in Los Angeles almost penniless and 
terrified of the future. Even after she had found a job as a salesgirl in 
the small jewelry shop and had rented a tiny apartment, her depression 
remained. Then, almost miraculously, Ralph had come into the shop one 
morning to purchase an expensive gold lighter. For the first time in months 
Mary laughed at the ruggedly handsome young man's attempts to make her smile 
at him. His flashing blue eyes and crooked grin overwhelmed the lonely and 
despondent young girl and she found herself agreeing to have lunch with him. 
Before she knew what was happening, Mary was spending every free hour with 
Ralph -- at the beach, or beside him as his expensive car sped through 
Southern California while Ralph pointed out the fascinating people and 
scenery in his mock "tour-guide" voice. Mary worried a little about his 
apparently inexhaustible supply of money and the fact that he had no job, 
but he told her that he had a large inheritance and that he planned to use 
it to buy a small business. Excited and happy, Mary accepted his proposal of 
marriage immediately and they made their plans for the future. She 
desperately needed someone like Ralph to take care of her -- someone who 
could draw her body into his strong arms and comfort her with words that 
dispelled all the old doubts. Although he was only twenty-six, Ralph looked 
and acted much older. He seemed to know instinctively when to be gentle with 
Mary and when to assert his male prerogatives. Sometimes he had a shy, 
almost withdrawn manner, but at other times he could be impressively 
commanding. And just as Ralph enjoyed other men envying him, Mary felt only 
a twinge of jealousy when women stared at his muscular body and handsome 
features. 

Although Mary would have been willing to give up her maidenhead before they 
were married, Ralph insisted that they go no further than long, passionate 
kisses and a frustrating exploration of each other's body with frantic 
hands. Both of them were almost wild with desire when they finally were 
married by the Palm Springs City Clerk and were able to consummate the 
physical act. Surprisingly, Mary still found her body unable to fully 
respond to Ralph's tender but insistent caresses. After the first few 
painful moments she accepted him into her willingly but it was strangely 
unsatisfying physically -- as if she were being continually brought to a 
passionate plateau but was unable to find the ultimate release. Emotionally, 
she found great pleasure in pleasing him, and she tried desperately to make 
him happy. Sensing this, Ralph called upon all of his skill as a lover to 
bring Mary to orgasm. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she 
could fully respond and he was patient with her. 

Mary unlocked the heavy cabana door and went inside quietly so as not to 
awake her sleeping husband before she had a chance to prepare breakfast. The 
rooms were dark and as she passed the bedroom on her way to the kitchen she 
could hear the soft breathing from the king-sized bed. 

She took the groceries from the bag and quickly and efficiently prepared the 
soft-boiled eggs, toast, orange juice, and fresh coffee. Humming softly to 
herself she placed the food on a tray and started for the bedroom, pausing 
to take a yellow rosebud from a vase and the morning paper from a table. She 
placed these on the tray alongside the food and continued into the bedroom. 
Inside, she placed the tray on the bedside table and leaned over to kiss her 
husband into awakening. As her body poised over his for a moment, she felt 
his strong arms come up and close around her, pulling her toward his 
reclining body as his musical laugh came to her ears. For a second she 
stiffened at the unexpected movements, then relaxed and let her body come 
down onto the bed beside him, her eager mouth finding his lips in a warm 
kiss. 

"Jesus Christ, you're beautiful!" Ralph said earnestly when he finally 
released her lips. His arms were still wrapped around her soft body, pulling 
the swelling breasts and soft thighs tightly against his own hard flesh. 

"And you're the most wonderful man in the world!" Mary responded, breathing 
heavily as she felt his penis begin to stiffen against her stomach. "How 
about some breakfast before you get too excited?" 

"I could eat you," Ralph laughed lewdly as he nibbled at her earlobe 
playfully, "In fact I just might do that!" 

"I didn't know I'd married a cannibal!" 

Mary made no attempt to stop the frantic fingers that suddenly began to pull 
her dress from her warm body. To her, the mornings were the best, and they 
could make love for hours with both of them rested and eager to find new 
delights. Ralph threw aside her dress and the soft coverlet from the bed. 
Pausing only for a moment to drink in the sight of her lovely 
near-nakedness, he quickly pulled off the wispy bra and teased one erect 
nipple into his warm mouth, running his tongue gently but insistently over 
her flesh. Mary felt the heat begin to rise in her loins and spread 
throughout her body as her husbands fingers pulled the panties from her hips 
while his tongue continued the delicious sucking. Suddenly, his mouth left 
her breast and was kissing her stomach and thighs. She reddened as Ralph's 
lips came close to, then darted away from her pubic mound. She opened her 
legs slightly as she felt his warm lips brush against the silky gold of her 
pubic hair and then retrace a passionate path upwards toward her breasts, 
stopping only long enough to plant a gentle kiss on each nipple before going 
back to her stomach. 

"MMMMM!" Mary moaned with pleasure, arching her hips upward as Ralph's hands 
went under her buttocks and began to caress the twin mounds. 

"Oh, honey, that feels goooodddd!" She said softly as she took his head 
between her hands and tried to guide it back to the lust-inflamed seat of 
her womanhood. For the first time since their marriage she felt that this 
might be the time when she would feel all of the pleasures of sex. 

Ralph began to circle the pubic "vee" of his wife with his mouth and tongue 
as his strong hands on her smooth buttocks pulled her lower body toward his 
frantic face. His blood was racing from the unexpected passion Mary was 
showing and his throbbing cock was beginning to ache with desire as it 
pressed heavily into the silken sheets. He could smell the musky odor coming 
from her pussy and it excited him even more. Mary was making little animal 
sounds of pleasure as his tongue continued to tease her tender flesh. 

"MMMM ... God, that feels sooooo goooood!" She moaned, the movements from 
her pelvis becoming more pronounced as an electric shock ran through her. 
She jerked involuntarily as Ralph pulled her thighs apart and touched the 
tender pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. Nothing had ever felt this 
good, she thought, straining upward to meet the wet oral instrument. She 
wanted him to plunge the warm tongue into the secret orifice that lay 
guarded by the plump little folds of flesh. There was no embarrassment in 
her, no hesitation about what she wanted her handsome husband to do. They 
were married now, she thought feverishly, and whatever they did was right! 
Her hands tightened over his ears and she tried to force his head closer to 
the lust-inflamed flesh between her legs. 

Ralph could feel his lovely young wife's body squirming with lust beneath 
him. He drew back his head for a moment to gaze on the almost-virginal flesh 
just inches from his face. Her pussy stared back at him invitingly, the 
silky pubic hair-covered lips seeming to pulsate with desire. He wanted to 
plunge his tongue into the wet cavity and suck greedily at her soft clasping 
cunt, but he held back and waited for her body to become even more 
demanding. Then, his head came down and his tongue darted out and began to 
trace the furrow where her plump, blood-engorged pussy lips came together. 
As his tongue touched the tender pussy lips her cries of pleasure became 
unrecognizable and her body's movements became less frantic. Slowly he ran 
his tongue upwards, parting the flesh as it went and finally resting on the 
little bud of clitoral flesh. 

The delicious sensation hit Mary like an explosion of all the pleasure in 
the world as Ralph's mouth closed over her thrusting clitoris and began to 
suck gently. 

"AAAHHHH!" She cried out in ecstasy as the whole world closed in on that 
tiny spot. Everything else was forgotten as waves of pleasure rolled over 
her and she was enveloped in a maddening warmth of desire. She lost all 
control over herself and her body began to respond independently of the mind 
that begged for the pleasure never to stop. Something was building in her 
that she had never experienced before -- so overpowering that she would do 
anything in the world to have it continue. Their previous lovemaking had 
been as nothing compared to this sweet and exquisite concentration of lewd 
sensation. She struggled to breathe as the loving tongue left her clitoris 
and raced downward toward the coral-colored flesh of her pussy. She felt the 
hot warmth of his mouth closing in rapidly and her legs stretched apart to 
give him better access. Suddenly, her tight vaginal opening was filled by 
Ralph's tongue and she felt it slide smoothly into the excited orifice, 
straining against the moist and clasping velvet of her pussy walls as it 
continued its frantic probing. 

"OOOOOHHHH!" Mary almost screamed as she suddenly wondered how anything 
could feel this good. The pleasure was unbearable and she wanted to beg him 
to stop before she died from ecstasy. His probing tongue plunged in and out, 
her hungry pussy joining in the obscene rhythm of the two bodies being 
joined together so wantonly. Just as she thought she could bear no more, the 
sensations changed and she exploded in an orgy of intense satisfaction. Her 
thighs closed around Ralph's head and she struggled to keep the snake-like 
tongue deep within her clasping pussy as wave after wave of ecstasy swept 
through her. 

"I'M CUMMMINNNGGGG!" The words exploded from her lips and reverberated 
around the dark room. The frantic tongue continued to dance wildly inside 
the lusting pussy as the juices poured from her womb. 

"Don't stop ... please don't stop, honey ..." her voice rose as she begged 
him to continue, "OOOOHHHH! OOOHHHH!" 

Just as the last violent spasms of pleasure shook her, Mary's legs strained 
to open wider and she clasped her ankles with her hands and thrust her 
completely exposed pussy up against her husband's face. 

Ralph flattened his tongue and started to sweep broadly up and down the 
moist hot pussy, his own saliva mingling with Mary's juices. He was so 
intent on pleasing his young wife and bringing her again and again to orgasm 
that he did not hear the loud banging on the front door of the cabana. The 
only sounds audible to him were the moans of ecstasy coming from his wife's 
beautiful lips and the frantic noises their flesh made as it came together 
again and again. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Mary stiffened as she heard the loud and insistent banging on the front 
door. Her pleasure was gone as suddenly as it had come, replaced now by a 
fear of whoever it was that seemed to be trying to break the door down. She 
heard muffled voices calling out but could not understand what they were 
saying. 

Ralph had heard the noises now too, and he quickly left the bed and almost 
ran to the window. Carefully he pulled the drapes aside just a fraction of 
an inch and looked out. There was a black and white Palm Springs Police Car 
sitting just outside the building. A uniformed police officer stood by the 
car's open door. He turned back to the bed in time to see that Mary had 
crawled under the covers and only her frightened face was showing. 

"Who is it, Ralph?" she asked in a terrified voice. 

The pounding and the voices were louder now and Ralph crossed the room 
quickly and started to pull on his pants and shirt. 

"It's the cops, honey! They've come for me!" 

A cold shiver ran through Mary's body as she struggled to comprehend the 
words her husband was saying. 

"But why would they want you?" she asked incredulously. 

"I got into a little trouble awhile back, honey," Ralph answered quickly as 
he took his wallet out of his pants and shoved it between the mattress and 
box-springs. "They're going to arrest me, kid! They won't bother you but 
I'll need some help to get me out on bail. My lawyer's name is on a card in 
the wallet.. . and there's about four thousand dollars there too. Find out 
where I'm at and then call the guy . .. he'll get me out!" 

Before the terrified young girl could reply or ask anymore questions, the 
front door burst open and the bedroom was filled with policemen with drawn 
guns. Ralph put up his hands immediately as they advanced on him. 

"For Chrissake, don't shoot! I give up!" Ralph pleaded. 

Two of the policemen holstered their revolvers while a third kept his 
pointed at Ralph's midsection. The first two grabbed his upraised hands and 
brought them roughly behind his back as one pulled a pair of handcuffs from 
his belt and snapped them on Ralph's wrists. Quickly they ran their hands 
over his body in a search for concealed weapons. Only then did one of the 
policemen notice Mary cowering under the covers. 

"Don't move a muscle, lady, or by God I'll shoot!" He advanced slowly on the 
bed, his pistol held firmly in front of him. "Bring your hands out from 
under those covers slowly ... and I mean slowly!" 

Mary's whole body was shaking but she managed to get her bare arms out from 
under the blanket. Her near hysteria increased as the policeman reached down 
and yanked the covers off of her, exposing her naked body to the three 
uniformed men. 

"Don't, please ... I don't have any clothes on," Mary cried out in alarm as 
she tried to cover her body with her hands. "I haven't done anything!" 

One of the policemen pushed Ralph from the room while the other two stood 
over the cowering naked young girl and stared intently at her nude body. 

"Jesus," one said to the other, "our Ralphie boy sure can pick 'em." 

The other man, older and with a more compassionate face, picked up the 
discarded blanket from the floor and motioned for Mary to get off the bed 
and cover herself. Gratefully, she quickly jumped up and wrapped the blanket 
around her terrified body. She could feel the tears of shame and humiliation 
welling up in her eyes. 

"Where are you taking my husband?" she asked in a quivering voice. 

"Husband? Come on girlie, Ralphie is too smart to marry some pig like you," 
the younger man said sarcastically as he pushed her toward the front room. 
"Come on, get in the other room!" 

The room was empty but through the front door Mary could see her husband 
sitting in the back seat of the police car. The policeman who had taken him 
out was speaking into the microphone of the car's radio. A large crowd of 
people stood around the police car and by the front door, trying to look 
into the house. The older police officer went to the door quickly and told 
them to leave. He shut the door as he turned back to face Mary. 

"Are you and Ralph really married?" he asked in a firm voice. 

Mary shook her head up and down, and she opened her mouth to try and speak 
but no words came out. The tears were pouring down her cheeks, stinging her 
face. 

"Cut out the shit, sister! Where did Ralphie pick you up -- on Sunset Strip 
or Hollywood Boulevard?" The younger policeman said gruffly. 

"That's enough Patton," the older man said sternly, "If she says she's 
married to the guy we'll act like it's true until we find out otherwise. 
Tell O'Brien to call in and get another car and a matron down here." 

The younger policeman shook his head in disgust but left the cabana. The 
older man continued to stand by Mary, almost as if he were waiting for her 
to make an attempt to escape. 

Mary fought to get the tears under control. She was sure that the man would 
tell her what this was all about and why they had arrested Ralph. 

"Please, tell me why you've arrested my husband," Mary pleaded, "What did he 
do? You've got to tell me . .. please?" 

Suddenly the man smiled at her and told her to sit down. 

"Take it easy, kid. Your husband ... if that's what he is ... is wanted for 
armed robbery in Los Angeles. One of our men spotted his car about a 
half-hour ago. We're taking him down for booking. You'll have to come along 
too!" His voice was not unkind but it was firm. 

Mary couldn't believe her ears. Ralph, her loving husband a wanted criminal? 
Her whole world was crumbling around her and she had a sudden vision of 
Ralph in a prison uniform. It just couldn't be true. There must be some 
mistake. There had to be! 

"How old are you, Mrs. Stewart?" the policeman said. 

"Nine ... nineteen," she managed to blurt out. 

The policeman was shaking his head sadly. 

"And I suppose you're from some small town somewhere?" 

"How did you know that?" Mary asked incredulously. 

"Kid, I see your kind every day," he said in a patient voice. "Do you want 
some good advice?" 

Mary nodded, wanting to hear what he was going to say but afraid at the same 
time. 

"Ralph is going to prison," he paused as Mary started to protest, "Don't 
interrupt me! Ralph is going to be put away for a good long time. The best 
thing for you is to go home ... wherever that is, and forget your ... your 
husband." 

Mary began to cry again. She was still sitting there when the police matron 
arrived and took her into the bedroom to dress for the drive to the police 
station. 

As Mary dressed, the matron stood in the doorway and watched her. The 
woman's eyes seemed to follow every move she made and Mary wondered if she 
dared try and retrieve the wallet under the bed. It was the only way she 
could help to get Ralph released. She had to have the money and the card 
with the lawyer's name on it. Just when Mary thought there would be no 
opportunity to get the wallet, the matron turned her back on Mary and began 
to talk to one of the policemen in the front room. Mary quickly went to the 
bed and pulled the wallet from its hiding place. She stuffed the money into 
her handbag and searched frantically for the lawyer's card. When she found 
it, it also went into her bag. She dropped the wallet to the floor and 
kicked it under the bed with her foot just before the matron turned around. 

"Come on," the woman said gruffly, "we haven't got all day." 

Mary suspected that they might search her handbag more thoroughly at the 
police station and she wanted to hide the money in a better place. 

"Ma'am, can I go to the bathroom ... I think my period is starting," Mary 
lied. 

"Oh, Christ, what next," the woman said. She walked to the small bathroom 
and looked in to insure there was no means of escape. Then, she motioned 
Mary inside. "And don't take all day!" 

Mary quickly transferred the hundred dollar bills to her bra. The card with 
the lawyer's name quickly joined the money next to her rapidly beating 
heart. The mission accomplished, Mary flushed the toilet and went back into 
the bedroom to join the impatient policewoman. 

The next few hours were a nightmare that Mary would never forget. The crowd 
outside the cabana had increased by the time that Mary and the policewoman 
went outside and got into the car. The strange faces surged forward in an 
attempt to get a glimpse of the lovely young girl who was being hustled off 
to jail so unceremoniously. Once inside the drab police station she was 
locked into a small holding cell while the police checked her identification 
and tried to find out if she was wanted by the authorities anywhere. 
Luckily, she had the marriage certificate and her California driver's 
license in her handbag. Everyone refused to answer the questions she put to 
them as to what would happen to Ralph and herself. Finally, two detectives 
and a uniformed policewoman came into the small cell and questioned her 
sharply about Ralph. By that time she was so frightened and exhausted that 
she told them everything she knew. Both of the detectives were skeptical 
that she could be married to a man and know so little of his background or 
activities. Everyone seemed indifferent to her suffering. Mary had given up 
hope of ever being released when suddenly, in the early evening, the 
detectives returned and told her that she was free to go. When she begged to 
be told where Ralph was and what was going to happen to him, the two men met 
her questions with a stony silence. The two detectives escorted her out of 
the cell and into the squad room where the older policeman from the cabana 
waited. He told Mary that he was going to drive her back to pick up her 
clothing and personal effects. He gave her the keys to Ralph's car and told 
her that it was not being impounded and that she could use it until Ralph's 
case was decided. His whole attitude of sympathy and understanding made Mary 
want to cry again. 

On the drive back to the motel the policeman told Mary that Ralph had been 
taken back to Los Angeles for his preliminary hearing. As they drove along 
the darkening streets lined with expensive shops and restaurants, the 
policeman repeated his advice from that morning. Mary wanted to tell the man 
that she would follow his suggestion and go home but she could not. He stood 
by while Mary gathered her things and packed them in the suitcases, and then 
he loaded them into the car for her. They stood there for a moment looking 
at each other, both of them wanting to say so much to the other. 

"Thank you for your help," said Mary quietly, "and for your advice." 

"But you won't take it, will you?" the man asked sadly. 

Mary shook her head slowly before getting into the car and starting the 
powerful engine. As she drove away from the motel she felt completely alone 
and friendless. 

* * * 

It was after midnight when Mary arrived in Los Angeles. She went directly to 
Ralph's apartment in Hollywood, the apartment that would have been their 
home after the Palm Springs vacation. Now it was just a cruel reminder that 
they were separated after only a few days of complete happiness. She let 
herself into the locked building quietly, hoping that the building manager 
would not see her. Ralph had introduced Mary to the man just before they 
left on their honeymoon and their was no mistaking the lewd way he ran his 
eyes up and down her young body. She couldn't bear to face the man tonight 
after what had happened. She knew she would have to make up some lie to 
explain Ralph's absence but she would have to worry about that later. 

Inside the apartment she locked the door and went to the phone to call the 
lawyer. There was no answer at the home phone number that was penciled in on 
the card under his office number. Finally, after six attempts, she gave up 
and went into the bedroom to unpack her suitcases. Ralph's presence was 
everywhere in the small apartment -- the clothing strewn around the bedroom, 
his record collection and the personal odds-and-ends scattered around the 
living room, even the few dirty dishes in the sink and the half-filled 
bottle of the expensive Irish whiskey that he drank. She straightened up the 
apartment slowly, hoping against hope to hear his footsteps on the stairs 
outside and his key opening the door. She knew it was a fantasy but she 
couldn't help jumping up and running to the door every time a noise sounded 
in the hallway. It was after three o'clock when she finally dozed off, an 
old sweater of Ralph's clutched tightly to her breasts. 

CHAPTER THREE 

"Hello," Mary said into the telephone receiver. "May I speak to Mr. Adams, 
please? It's very important!" 

The secretary's voice at the other end of the line asked Mary her name and 
then told her to wait while she inquired if Mr. Adams was in the office yet. 
Mary waited impatiently, her nervous fingers drumming a tattoo on the coffee 
table. She had arisen early after a fitful sleep, anxious to speak to the 
lawyer. Now she could hardly bear to wait another second to have him start 
working toward Ralph's release. 

"Ah, Mrs. Stewart, good morning," the smooth voice on the telephone greeted 
her unctuously. "My congratulations on your recent marriage!" 

"Oh thank God I've finally gotten you, Mr. Adams," Mary said quickly, "I've 
been trying to get you since last night. I'm worried sick about Ralph!" 

"Now, now, Mrs. Stewart. Patience is what we need -- not hysteria." 

"But Ralph said to call you right away and you weren't in last night.. . 
What are they going to do to him?" 

"Calm yourself, please, Mrs. Stewart," the oily voice was saying to her, 
"I've spoken to your husband this morning and I've been waiting for your 
call so that I could arrange bail." 

"You've talked to Ralph?" Mary gasped, "how is he? Can you get him out of 
jail?" 

There was a pause at the other end of the line and then the smooth came back 
on again. 

"Your husband is fine, Mrs. Stewart. He told me that you had something for 
me. Is that correct?" 

For a moment Mary was puzzled by what he meant. 

"I don't understand! He told you that I have something of yours?" 

"Come now, Mrs. Stewart. You know what I mean!" the lawyer's voice sounded 
impatient and a little angry. "Your husband told me that he had given you 
some . .. uh, that is ... he entrusted a sum of money to you. Isn't that 
correct?" 

"Oh, yes, he did -- money for his bail," Mary said with relief, "Can I come 
right over to your office?" 

"Where are you now, Mrs. Stewart?" the lawyer asked her, his voice more 
friendly now. When Mary gave him the address of the apartment, the man said 
that his office was nearby and that it would be more convenient for him to 
come to see her. Mary was puzzled again but she said nothing! Her only wish 
was to have Ralph released quickly and she would do anything for that. 

Mr. Adams hung up, telling Mary that he would be there in a half-hour. While 
she waited for the lawyer to arrive, Mary dressed and made coffee. As she 
applied the light makeup she usually wore she was startled by the dark 
circles under her eyes. The awful incidents of yesterday and the worry had 
taken their toll. In the harsh morning light she looked years older. She was 
staring at her face in the mirror when the doorbell rang. Quickly, she ran 
to the apartment door and opened it. 

George Adams stood in the doorway and admired his client's taste in women. 
The young girl who stood there with her hand on the door was breathtakingly 
lovely. By God, George Adams thought as he gazed intently at the girl's 
voluptuous figure, when Ralph goes to prison he'll have some pleasant 
memories to take with him. George could hardly tear his eyes away from Mary. 

"Mr. Adams?" Mary asked. She could feel the man's eyes undressing her and 
she immediately disliked him. 

"Correct," the lawyer answered, "and you must be the lovely Mrs. Stewart." 

Without waiting for an invitation, George Adams walked into the room and 
looked around, trying to assess the value of the furnishings. He suspected 
that some of his fee for handling Ralph Stewart's case might have to come 
from some other source than his client. Although the apartment seemed to be 
comfortably furnished, he detected no signs of any abnormal wealth. 

"Very nice apartment, Mrs. Stewart," Adams said smiling, "Do you pay a big 
rent?" 

Mary was startled by the question. Until the moment she had never considered 
the matter of rent or how she was to live until Ralph's troubles were 
solved. She knew now that his story about the inheritance must be false. 
When she gave the lawyer the money that Ralph had given her she would be 
penniless again. 

"I really don't know, Mr. Adams," she replied. "About Ralph? Can you get him 
out today?" 

George only stood there smiling. He was trying to size up the beautiful 
young girl. At fifty years of age, and after practicing criminal law for 
almost twenty-five years, George knew human nature. His clients were mostly 
petty criminals who were always good for repeat business. His fees were 
large enough to impress them but small enough for the clients to afford by 
burglary or drug pushing in a minor way. That was how George came to know 
Ralph Stewart. Ralph had been hardly more than a teenager when he first 
employed George to defend him on a car-theft charge. He had gotten him 
probation. During the course of Ralph's first trial he had come to look on 
George Adams as a real friend. George reciprocated by introducing the 
handsome young boy to an older woman whose antique shop was a cover for her 
fencing of stolen goods. The woman had given Ralph a real taste for the 
better things in life and had made him a trusted assistant in the business 
as well as her lover. The year before she had gone to prison, leaving Ralph 
with no means to satisfy his insatiable craving for luxury. He had turned to 
armed robbery as a last resort. George knew that his haul in the robbery for 
which he was now charged was well over-twenty-thousand dollars and he meant 
to get whatever was left for himself. 

"Of course I can get Ralph out, but it'll cost money," George said finally. 
"How much did Ralph give you?" 

Mary hesitated. She distrusted the man and suspected that he was much more 
intelligent than she was. His eyes seemed to be reading her every thought, 
from her initial dislike to her current suspicions. She hated to give him 
all of Ralph's money but there seemed to be no other way. 

"I have a little over three thousand dollars," she lied, hoping he would 
believe her. 

"Oh no, little girl, it's going to take much more than that to spring an 
arch criminal like your husband." George seemed to be laughing at her. His 
eyes resumed their relentless search over her lovely young body. "I'd say it 
would take almost ten thousand to get Ralph out!" 

"But Ralph said that you were his friend -- that you'd help him," Mary was 
almost in tears again. She tried to face the man squarely but his eyes were 
staring at her swelling breasts. 

"I am his friend ... and I will help him," the older man replied with mock 
sincerity. "Haven't you any money of your own? Your family could help 
perhaps?" 

Mary shook her head, desperately trying to think where she might raise the 
additional money. There seemed to be no way out of her dilemma. 

"Of course I might be able to raise a couple of thousand by selling Ralph's 
car," George stated. "The police haven't impounded it have they?" He had 
seen the expensive car downstairs and he knew where he could sell it for at 
least five thousand. 

"Would that be enough?" Mary asked in a quavering voice. She had to have 
Ralph home, whatever the cost. 

George's mind was racing now. He knew the terrified girl would do whatever 
he said to have her handsome young husband out of jail. Not that is was 
possible, of course. The bail would probably be set at fifty thousand or 
more and there was no hope of finding a bondsman willing to post that 
amount. The three thousand from the girl and the five thousand from the sale 
of the car would pay George's fee however. And George would do his best for 
Ralph even though he knew that a long prison sentence would probably be 
given. For a moment George considered taking the blonde-haired girl as part 
of the bargain. She was a real temptation -- young, beautiful, and obviously 
vulnerable at this moment. Still, he had more than his share of girls like 
Mary and it might complicate things if Ralph were to be acquitted by some 
fluke. George respected Ralph's temper if nothing else. 

"You just let me worry about that," George said smoothly, "Get me the money 
you have and the pink slip for the car." 

Mary went into the bedroom to retrieve the money from her handbag. She stood 
by the bed counting it, wondering if she should keep at least a few dollars 
from the thirty-eight new one-hundred dollar bills. She had no money of her 
own and if Ralph were not released immediately there would be some expenses. 
She decided to keep one of the bills for emergencies. 

Just as she was stuffing the money into her handbag she felt a hand pull her 
roughly around. 

"Trying to hold out on me, huh?" George said angrily as he pulled the money 
from Mary's hand. He placed the larger wad of bills into his trouser pocket 
and then emptied Mary's bag onto the bed and pawed through the contents. A 
look of disgust crossed his face as he found only the one one-hundred dollar 
bill and a few singles. The one hundred dollars joined the others in his 
pocket. 

George Adams was genuinely outraged that the girl should try and hold out 
the money from him. 

"You little bitch, I break my ass to try and help your husband out of 
serious trouble and you can't even be honest with me!" His face was flushed 
and angry. 

"I wasn't ... it's just that I don't have any money!" Mary replied, 
terrified of the man. She could see his fists clenching and his face redden. 

George was suddenly aware of just how frightened the beautiful young blonde 
was. And by God, he thought, she is beautiful. The thin dress she wore 
barely concealed the swelling breasts with the taut nipples thrusting 
against the cloth and the soft curves of her hips and thighs. She was like a 
frightened young child -- a child who could be his for the taking. His eyes 
went to the indentation where her legs came together. George wondered what 
it would be like to spread those long legs and make her cry out for mercy as 
his thick cock forced its way into her tight little pussy. He licked his 
lips as he thought about the girl's tender young body obscenely spread out 
beneath his own heaving flesh. 

George unclenched one of his hands and brought it up in a lightning motion. 
The cupped palm landed squarely on Mary's cheek, causing her to cry out in 
pain as her body fell backward onto the bed. As she fell her legs came apart 
and the short dress she wore hiked up around her hips. George's eyes 
followed her sudden collapse and he gasped as Mary's panty-covered hips came 
into view. The thin nylon material barely covered the soft pubic mound and 
the plump pussy lips that beckoned so invitingly. He could see the furrow 
where her flesh came together to guard the tight little pussy. Perspiration 
broke out on his forehead as he drank in the sight of the young body spread 
out before him. Mary was oblivious to everything but the fiery pain in her 
face and she made no move to bring her legs together. 

Suddenly Mary felt a weight on the bed beside her and she opened her 
frightened eyes to see the thick-set figure of George Adams next to her. 
Before she could move, his hands were pulling her dress upwards toward her 
waist. He was like a frenzied animal and Mary screamed for him to stop. 
Instead, he seemed even more determined to pull the dress from her. She was 
no match for the man and, try as she might to stop him, she knew that she 
was losing the battle. In a last desperate attempt, she tried to claw at the 
man's panting face as her body rolled from side to side in a frantic effort 
to escape his awful hands. 

George felt the long fingernails rake down his tender skin and he reacted 
quickly by letting go of the dress and grasping her wrists firmly in his 
hands. As he struggled to hold the terrified girl down his face came within 
inches of hers. 

"STOP IT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he ordered, his hot breath coming in panting 
gasps. His legs closed over hers to keep Mary from kicking. 

"Stop it ... please! Ralph will kill you when he finds out!" Mary pleaded. 
She could hardly believe what was happening to her. Suddenly, George began 
to laugh. 

"Kill me? That's a good one, you try to hold out on me with his bail money 
and he's going to kill me!" 

Mary felt the heavy leg trying to force her thighs apart and she clamped 
them tightly together. The rough cloth of the man's trouser leg was scraping 
against her tender flesh and she wanted to scream in pain and humiliation. 
Her eyes pleaded with him silently to stop the degradation and shame. 

"It's about time you learned the facts of life, honey," the man said, still 
holding her tightly. "The only way Ralph is going to get out of jail is 
through me ... and you better not do anything to upset me!" 

"I don't know what you mean," Mary gasped, knowing only too well exactly 
what he meant. 

George suddenly released her wrists and sat up on the bed. An obscene smile 
flashed across his lips as Mary pulled her dress down around her hips. 

"If you want to see your precious husband again you're going to do exactly 
as I say." There was no mistaking the menacing tone in his voice. "And what 
I want you to do right now is to get undressed!" 

Mary shook her head violently and tried to sit up. George Adams pushed her 
back down on the bed. 

"You don't get it, do you?" he said with annoyance. "Unless you do exactly 
as I tell you your Ralph is going to prison!" 

It was too awful to be true, Mary thought. She seemed to be completely at 
the mercy of this filthy old man. She had no money and no way of getting 
Ralph out without him. She had to have Ralph out of jail to protect her. 
What would it matter if she did what the man said, if it would mean she 
would be reunited with her handsome young husband? 

George read the girl's thoughts and knew he had won. It was her own fault, 
he told himself. He had been willing to leave the apartment after he had 
gotten the money. She had brought it on herself with her stupid attempt to 
cheat him out of a measly hundred dollars. He brought his hand down and 
began to caress the girl's leg. This time she did not stop him although he 
could see from her eyes that she was still terrified. 

"That's better," he said soothingly, "you and I are going to get along just 
fine. And Ralph will be seeing you soon." 

Mary wanted to pry the fat fingers away from her leg, but his huge hands 
held her fast, pinching and kneading at the soft tanned flesh. 

"You're hurting me," she told him weakly. "Please stop!" 

"Why don't you just relax, honey? It would make things a lot easier on you 
if you quit trying to fight me." His breath was rapidly increasing as his 
fingers manipulated her flesh upward until they were resting on the narrow 
strip of elastic of her panties. He pushed the tight legband aside and 
forced one finger inside, massaging the soft sparse hair of her pubic mound. 
She felt helpless and used, being pushed and prodded at his will, but there 
was nothing she could do to get away, no chance to jump from the bed and 
run. 

His fingers worked furiously and even though his hand was cramped by the 
tight panties he did not let up on his degrading pawing. Mary moved 
involuntarily when she felt the tip of his middle finger join the other and 
find the soft tender bud of her clitoris and begin to work it around and 
around in a small circular motion. 

No matter how she turned, his fingers kept their place, firmly planted 
inside the thin unprotecting strip of nylon that ran between her legs. 

She could feel his prodding and pinching becoming more insistent as his 
passion and lust began to build, his touch more demanding until she felt the 
cruel onslaught of one thick finger push cruelly into the tiny, tight slit 
of her vagina. Her muscles contracted automatically as if in an effort to 
push him out of her, but it was futile. The palm of his hand massaged her 
sensitive vaginal lips until she thought that they would be scraped from her 
body by his callous hands. 

Tears of humiliation and fear were streaming down her cheeks and once more 
she tried to claw his hand away from her body. Her fingernails dug into the 
hardness of his arm, scratching him so severely that she drew blood. 
Instinctively he drew his free hand back and struck her across the face 
again. 

"You bitch, you'll pay for that little display of temper," he shouted at 
her. 

As she rubbed the pain in her cheek away, Mary could see a huge bulge 
growing ever larger within his trousers, and she watched it half-fearfully, 
half-fascinated by the large, pulsing organ. He caught her staring at him 
and said: "You'll get a good view of that in a few minutes," he said 
laughing at her, which only increased her already flowing tears. 

"Take off your clothes!" he commanded, his gleaming eyes half-misted over 
with lust. "I want to see if that young pussy looks as good as it feels." 

She didn't move, but lay there staring at him and tried to inch her way 
further across the bed, but his rough arm caught her and held her fast. 

"Looks like I'll have to help you, doesn't it?" he said, tearing at the 
cotton dress she was wearing and ripping it from her protesting body. She 
tried to pull away from his vise-like grip but it was no use. He pulled and 
tugged until the material finally gave and Mary heard a loud ripping sound 
and felt the cool air wash over her almost naked body. 

Mary lay there, clad only in the thin nylon panties and bra, terrified as to 
what the man would do next. Almost immediately she felt the hands running 
over her calves and knees and up the inside of her thighs until, once again 
he could feel the soft flimsy nylon of her protective panties. He tugged at 
the elastic with both hands, his body pinning her to the bed and pulled her 
thin panties from her buttocks, his fingers prodding and working between her 
open thighs. 

She writhed and squirmed under his weight, but it only exhausted her, and 
she could not move enough to throw him off. He let the panties drop to the 
floor and busied himself with the open, inviting pussy in front of him. His 
fingers caressed the tender inside flesh of her thighs until she thought she 
would scream in agony. 

The sight of Mary's nakedness excited George and he wondered if the zipper 
at his fly would be able to contain his pulsing cock straining to get out. 
He fumbled with the hook of her brief lace brassiere, but it was fastened 
tightly, so he pushed it up and pulled her smooth full breasts out into full 
view. The tanned smoothness of her skin contrasted with the white flesh of 
her breasts and pink nipples, and he drew a sharp breath. Her soft, firm 
breasts were pushed up almost grotesquely outside the brassiere and it 
pinched her. 

"That hurts me," she cried, as his mouth came down on the nipple of one 
breast and his tongue swirled wetly around it, forcing it into involuntary 
erectness. His hands were hampered by the cloth and lace of her still hooked 
brassiere so he grabbed the front and ripped it in half and threw the now 
useless rag to the floor. Her breasts now hung completely free, voluptuous 
shaped mounds of smooth soft flesh. 

He ran his hands over every curve of her body like a starved man would grab 
for food, insistent and excited. She knew that it would do her no good to 
struggle so she tried to steel her mind and body against the horrible attack 
that was momentarily going to take place against her helpless naked body. 

Her one arm was pinned against the bed by his shoulder and the other pounded 
uselessly on his broad, strong back until she gave up completely. 

He stared down at her, his face just inches away from her body and his voice 
thick with lust. 

"You're going to enjoy this, baby. Believe me, you're going to enjoy this!" 
His eyes devoured every inch of her body, the smooth supple, white skin. She 
had a body which, half-hidden by clothes, suddenly blossomed into much more 
provocative dimensions when revealed, and he wanted to feel every inch of 
her tremble under his touch until she would beg him to take her. This 
thought alone brought wild, uncontrolled lust pounding through his veins as 
his fingers teased over the slimness of her waist, the long curved 
shapeliness of her legs, the small roundness of her buttocks and the firm, 
pointed protrusion of her breasts. She kept her eyes tightly closed and 
tried to think of something else -- anything else, but with each movement 
and each cruel pinch or pull, she was reminded of her terrible, humiliating 
position, her utter helplessness at the hands of the sex-crazed lawyer who 
held the fate of her husband in his hands. 

His hands stopped their exploring for just a moment and she heard the lewd 
sound of his zipper as he started to take off his clothes. Within moments, 
he had removed his suit coat, shirt, shoes, trousers, and shorts and she 
could feel his hairy, barrel chest crush down on her and his monstrously 
pulsing organ jerk frantically into the soft fleshiness of her loins. His 
rigidly throbbing phallus penetrated between her tightly pressed thighs, 
squeezing between the white, smooth flesh until she was forced to yield 
sufficiently to let him take her. 

"Open your legs," he commanded, driven by relentless passion and lust. 
"Wider." 

Mary's knees were weak and she couldn't fight him when his hands raked 
savagely down her body, clawing her thighs apart until they were almost 
spread at 90-degree angles to her body. She felt as if she were being torn 
in half as he ground his hips sensuously into her open, widely spread 
crotch. His massive rod rubbed against the swollen vaginal lips, teasing, 
tantalizing, and regardless of her fear and disgust for this pig of a man 
who was on top of her, she could feel an automatic reaction begin 
involuntarily through her body. She turned under him in an effort to deter 
his aim, but his penis was so thick and long that no matter how she twisted 
and churned, it seemed to follow her relentlessly like a stalking snake. 

His mouth crushed her haughtily tilted breasts, biting harshly at the 
tender, erect nipples, and running his tongue over the soft, white mounds, 
flicking, punishing, driving and forcing her to want his lewd advances. 

"Ooooooooohhhhh," she moaned, abandoning any thought of trying to stop him. 
"Don't. .. don't," she whimpered, her voice weak from her struggle and also 
from the unwanted desire that was building in her. She knew that she 
shouldn't be enjoying this, but her body was denying her mind. She tried to 
think of Ralph, her poor husband who loved her so much and who had only 
yesterday brought her to such heights of pleasure. But it was no good, her 
body thought only of her older man who lay atop her, bringing her to such a 
frenzy of desire. 

His hands gripped and stroked her as he rose and fell on the soft, resilient 
flesh of her cushioning body, gradually moving downward until his face was 
poised just over her open loins, his hands wrapped firmly around her smooth 
white buttocks and his barrel chest between her outstretched legs, keeping 
them wide apart. His tongue began to trace a pattern up the inside of her 
spread-eagled loins until she could feel his mouth around the hardened tip 
of her clitoris, his lewdly extended tongue licking at it hungrily. Her 
hands were no longer trying to fight him off, but instead ran over the back 
of his head and neck, keeping his mouth in place while she squirmed against 
him. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhh, ooooooohhhhh, no ... no don't," her voice lied as she 
ground her lust-inflamed pussy into his face, " ... aaahhhh, yes, yes ... 
YESSSS!" 

His teeth nipped at the tender, pink lips of her pussy until his tongue 
found the tiny, pink slit of her warm, throbbing channel. Then, just as she 
began to feel the same sensations as yesterday, the panting older man slid 
back up her body and raised himself over her. 

"Like that, baby?" he asked obscenely, his eyes sparkling with lust and 
desire. 

"Ooohhhh yes ... don't stop now ... please!" she whispered, her voice 
trailing off into silence, her mouth open, gaping helplessly with the depth 
of the passion she felt for the man's moist and demanding tongue. 

George's cock was throbbing wildly and he knew he couldn't control the white 
hot sperm that was building with such ferocious pressure in his loins. But 
there was one further humiliation he had to inflict on this helpless young 
girl to show her that he was the master. 

"You want me?" he rasped. "Beg me for it!" The cruel tone in his voice was 
back, demanding that she degrade herself. 

"Yes, yes ... please ... please ... I can't stand it anymore!" she pleaded, 
unable to control herself. 

He was delighted with her subservient tone, the groveling as he moved up on 
her body and directed his massive penis at her tiny throbbing opening. At 
first he pushed just hard enough so that the blood-red knob of his throbbing 
cock entered her, and she tried to raise her hips to take up the whole 
shaft. As her body struggled forward he withdrew his hard erect cock to 
torture her further. She would have to wait; he was the master and she the 
slave; he would dictate the terms of her surrender. 

George wanted her to wait until she thought she would die, a sadistic power 
driving him to make her want to feel degraded to an extent she would never 
forget. 

"Now ... now ..." she whimpered up into his face. 

George thrust forward and the enormous cock-head spread the pussy lips wide 
as it began it's relentless assault up into the sweet depths of Mary's 
tender flesh. She could feel it pressing mightily against the tight muscles 
of her tiny pussy, the pressure building as it suddenly lunged forward and 
the huge white shaft entered her. 

Mary thought she was being split in two by the huge iron-hard organ. It 
seemed to fill her with a fiery pain as her protesting velvet inside-flesh 
cried out with alarm and clasped tightly together to stop the awful assault. 
On and on his relentless cock moved, forging ahead with an earnest and 
terrifying speed as her legs were forced wider apart and his thick body came 
down to crush her into the mattress. 

"OOOHHHHH GOOOOOODDDDD! STOP ... YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed to his 
unhearing ears. 

Then, just as suddenly, it stopped and she could feel his coarse pubic hair 
grinding into her tender vaginal mound as he prepared to withdraw the 
terrifyingly huge cock from her strained pussy. Out it came, sliding 
smoothly past the torn flesh until just the enormous knob-head remained 
inside. He paused for a split second and then rammed the thick column of 
flesh in again, the ragged pink edges of her pussy being sucked inward as it 
drove forward. Mary tried to force her legs apart even wider, afraid the 
man's terrible organ would kill as it pumped forward. His burgeoning cock 
plunged in until it rested at the door to her womb, then it slid out again, 
easier this time and with less pain. Time lost all meaning as the man 
repeated the pumping in and out, breathing heavily and moaning into her 
shoulders. 

Mary wanted it over as quickly as possible and she tried to take up the 
older man's rhythm to force the sperm out of him quickly. It was difficult 
at first but she soon found it easier, and she thrust upward to meet his 
large cock sawing into her. She could feel the protective lubricating juices 
begin to flow from her protesting pussy and it made his terrible thrusts 
less painful. Then, just as she wondered if it would ever end, she felt a 
warmth build up in her loins and she found herself concentrating on the 
wanton movements of her pelvis as the sensations became stronger and 
stronger. She tried to tell herself that this was wrong but her body ignored 
her mind, and the warmth became pleasure. There was no more pain now, only a 
wild desire to have the terrible man continue the fierce pounding that was 
bringing her such delicious sensations in her pussy and stomach. 

George Adams felt the change in Mary's movements and he smiled lewdly to 
himself and began to pump harder. Her legs seemed to be stretching out wider 
and wider to give him complete access to the whole of her gyrating cuntal 
area. He heard her voice cry out to him. 

"Harder ... Fuck me harder!" 

Mary felt the man pick up the tempo of his driving thrusts and she dug her 
heels violently into the soft mattress as her pussy began to arch up to meet 
the mammoth prick pushing into her. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned, long moans being sucked out of her by 
the force of his body pressing into her flattened breasts. Her tight, 
sperm-hungry pussy clasped and unclasped lasciviously around the pounding 
cock as though trying to swallow him, sucking him deeper and deeper with 
each jackhammering thrust up into the depths of her cunt. 

Her long legs came up from the mattress and fastened themselves around 
George's buttocks, tensing as they pulled him down onto her inflamed pussy 
and then relaxing as his body pulled away to leave only the tip of the huge 
organ inside the heated orifice before the next maddening thrust. 

"I-I'm going to cum ... cuuuuuuuu mmmmmmmm ... Ooooo ... yesssss ... Now! 
Fuck it harder ... FUCK IT HARDER ... HARDER ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she 
screamed out into the bedroom as her body jerked violently up against him in 
turbulent sexual explosions brought on much too prematurely by the cruel 
teasing he had subjected her naked body to all those maddening minutes 
before. 

Her pussy's clasping and sucking contractions around his huge pistoning rod 
of flesh made the desire churn deeper in his loins, and he too could 
suddenly feel the jerking spasms as his white-hot cum sped through his cock 
and blasted the viscous liquid up into her wildly milking pussy. 

"Ooooooooooh, Ooooooohhhhhh," he grunted as he ground out his orgasm harder 
and harder with each deep powerful thrust, emptying the white sticky cum 
deep, deep up into the young wife's quivering belly. 

The young blonde-haired wife moaned and twisted beneath his pounding pelvis, 
helpless in her own climax, until it seemed to her that she would burst from 
the pressure of his spurting semen. Then with a last soul-rending grunt, he 
finished and tried to pull away from her protesting body. 

The wild young girl tried to hold him to her with her slender legs as she 
continued to experience the explosions of exquisite pleasure within her 
pussy. As the last spasm shot through her, she felt his rapidly-deflating 
organ shrink out of her vagina and her legs came down as his heavy body fell 
away from her and lay exhausted on the sperm-dirtied sheet. 

Mary just lay there, completely immobile, exhausted from her primitive 
display of passion, humiliated, degraded and feeling completely ashamed and 
dirty. She knew that she had had no choice but to do what the older man 
wanted -- to let him shoot his thick sticky seed into her tender flesh, but 
... Oh God, did she have to enjoy it? Did her body have to run away with her 
that way and give him the satisfaction of -- of knowing that she too had 
flooded her own womb with the uncontrolled juices of lust? That she too had 
wanted it and had even begged him to take her? Oh God, she thought, if Ralph 
ever knew. If he ever knew she would be unable to face him. She would dry up 
and die -- and -perhaps that would be best. 

"You're a wild little piece of ass, baby." The spent and exhausted man said 
to her as he reached over and stroked her flat stomach. 

"Please, please don't make it any worse," she whimpered, turning her head to 
the side. "I-I don't want to talk about it. Just get Ralph out of jail!" 

CHAPTER FOUR 

It was late that same afternoon when Mary arrived at the large grey, 
forbidding, building which bore the sign "Los Angeles County Jail." George 
Adams had taken the sports car away and she had had to ride the dirty, 
crowded bus downtown. Before he left that morning, Adams had casually 
dropped a ten-dollar bill on the bed, adding to Mary's shame. 

Mary went to the sergeant at the desk and was directed down a long, bare, 
cold corridor and told to wait in the anteroom and her husband would be told 
that she was there. It seemed to be hours before someone said, "Mrs. 
Stewart, this way please." 

Again she was directed down another corridor, this one was a dull, dirty 
yellow color that looked as if it had not been cleaned since the jail had 
been built. There was no break in the hall, no doors, no windows, just 
occasional graffiti written here and there that had not been erased because 
it would accentuate the pallor and filth of the rest of the walls. At the 
end of the hall was a small visiting room, furnished only with worn, scarred 
tables of heavy wood that had been painted grey and several straight-back 
chairs. She took a seat closest to the door and finally a door from the 
other side opened and Ralph was escorted into the barren cubicle by an armed 
deputy sheriff. 

"All right, Stewart, only a few minutes," the guard warned, and looking 
appreciatively at Mary, he shook his head and walked out of the room. 

"Ralph," she cried, rushing into his arm, "what's going to happen darling?" 
He held her close, nuzzling his head into the warm, perfumed softness of her 
hair and patted her gently, affectionately. 

"It looks like you picked a real winner, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I really 
am." he said dejectedly as though there were no hope left in the world. 

She looked up at him and the eyes that once held so much life had now lost 
their luster and he looked as though he had aged several years. He was 
unshaven and wore grey, ill-fitting jail clothing. He continued to hold her 
clenched tightly to his strong chest. 

Mary knew that if she began to cry it would only be more difficult for him 
so she fought to retain control of her emotions. 

"It's all right, darling," she said. "Everything will be all right once 
you're home with me. I love you and won't leave you ever. You'll see ... 
we'll start all over again!" 

Ralph stiffened a little at her words. 

"They've refused me bail, honey," he said gently. "I'll have to stay in here 
until my trial." 

She gasped at the thought of her husband having to stay in this awful place. 
What would happen to them if it were for very long. 

"Burl gave Mr. Adams the money," she said indignantly. "And he took your car 
to sell!" 

Ralph held her closer and smoothed her hair with one hand. 

"It wasn't his fault, Mary. The judge said I was too dangerous to be out on 
the street because ..." he paused, "because a guy was shot in the holdup." 

"You killed someone?" 

"No," Ralph answered her, "the guy I was with shot the supermarket manager 
... if he dies the charge will be murder, that's why they can't set bail." 

A cold chill ran through Mary's slender body. Ralph a murderer! 

Ralph tried to explain to his young wife that the man probably wouldn't die 
-- that he didn't pull the trigger but that it made no difference to the law 
-- he was just as guilty. As Mary cried softly against his chest, Ralph 
repeated over and over again that he loved her and that no matter what 
happened now, he would never commit another crime. He was still begging her 
forgiveness for not telling her the truth before when the guard came back 
into the room and told them that the time was up. He took Ralph by the arm 
and led him from the room while Mary just stood there, tears running down 
her soft cheeks and into the corners of her full, red mouth. 

"Come back soon," Ralph called out as the door closed. "Come back as soon as 
you can!" 

She waited until the tears had stopped before she slowly turned and walked 
back down the cold, depressing hallway and into the dismal reception room. 
The sergeant there told her that she could visit Ralph again in three days. 

* * * 

The next few days were pure torture for Mary. She visited her husband as 
often as she was allowed and always tried to be cheerful when she was with 
him. It was harder than she imagined. Ralph had nothing new to tell her 
except that the preliminary hearing would be held in two weeks time and that 
George Adams had promised to try and talk the judge into allowing bail. 
While they sat in the dreary visiting room, Ralph told Mary everything about 
his life before she had met him. The youthful offense of car theft, the 
years living with the woman fence and the way he had become accustomed to 
expensive living, the jailing of the woman and his being on his own for the 
first time in years -- everything. Mary would have preferred not to hear 
these things, but she listened dutifully. She knew it was a catharsis for 
Ralph. If only she could confess her own sin so easily, she thought, her 
face still burning with shame when she remembered how much she had enjoyed 
the frantic lovemaking of the lawyer and how he had taken her so easily. 

Mary refused to speak to George Adams when he telephoned. It was not so much 
that he had cheated Ralph about the bail money -- that was bad enough, of 
course. It was her own feeling that she might not be able to resist the man 
that worried her. He represented an episode in her life that she never 
wanted to think about again. 

Two days after arriving back in Los Angeles, Mary had found a job as a 
waitress in a small neighborhood hamburger stand. The couple who owned the 
stand paid her almost nothing, but they made no objections to her taking off 
afternoons to visit Ralph. She spent her evenings alone in the apartment 
writing long letters that she knew would be censored by the jail authorities 
so she did not mail them, preferring instead to save them for Ralph's 
release. 

On the day of the preliminary' hearing she had a visit from the building 
manager. It was early in the morning when he rang her bell. She let him into 
the apartment without question and he walked to the divan and sat down. Mary 
shut the door and waited for him to speak. 

"I know you have other things on your mind right now, Mrs. Stewart, but the 
rent on this apartment has been overdue since the day before yesterday. When 
may I expect it?" 

The man's voice was not unkind but Mary didn't like the way his eyes drifted 
over her body, almost daring her to say anything about it. 

Mary had not even thought about the rent and she was suddenly afraid. She 
had no money to pay him and her small salary at the hamburger stand would 
not be nearly enough. What could she tell him? 

Mr. Rose was thirty-seven years old and had been manager of the building for 
several years. In his youth he had been painfully shy and would have avoided 
even speaking to someone as breathtakingly beautiful as the lovely young 
blonde-haired girl who stood before him. But his years in Hollywood had 
taught him that beauty was no defense against troubles -- the kind of 
troubles that Mary faced now. He had had more than his share of unfortunate 
young would-be actresses and models who preferred his body to being evicted. 

"I ... I ... I'll try to have it for you this week, Mr. Rose," she 
stammered, knowing full well that there was no way in the world she could 
pay the rent unless she got it from her parents or George Adams and she 
wouldn't do that. She'd rather beg on the streets first. 

"That'll be fine, just fine," he added, "And if you need anything ... or if 
I can do anything at all, please let me know! It must be tough for a young 
thing like you to be without her man for such a long time," he continued 
lecherously, "so don't hesitate to call on me. Maybe we can make some 
arrangements about the rent until your husband gets out of this." 

Mary knew that the police had questioned Mr. Rose soon after Ralph's arrest, 
but this was the first time he had made any reference to the fact that her 
husband was in trouble. She didn't like the tone of his voice or the way he 
looked at her, but she thought that it was probably just her imagination. 

"Thank you," she answered, "I appreciate your concern, you're most kind." 

"Not at all, not at all," he said, "the pleasure would be all mine, I assure 
you!" 

Her heart was pounding furiously as Mr. Rose left and Mary could feel the 
pulse beat in the pit of her stomach. She knew that the next few hours might 
decide the fate of her husband and her own fate. She didn't want to think of 
what the consequences might be, that she might have to go on living in a 
dreary, frightening world without his strength to buoy her. Her knees were 
weak as she walked to the bus stop and several times she thought that her 
legs would give out under her. It seemed so unfair that Ralph would be taken 
away from her after so few days of happiness. The reality of the whole 
situation had not yet hit her and she kept hoping for some miracle, that she 
would wake up and find that she had only been dreaming and she could reach 
out and feel Ralph's strong, virile body next to her in bed, but she knew 
that she was awake and that it had happened. She fought to hold back the 
tears of anger and frustration as she boarded the bus that would take her to 
the courthouse and the waiting fate. 

"Oh, Ralph," she whispered silently, "how can this be happening to us? Why? 
Why?" She felt as though her whole life was coming to an end and she didn't 
want to go on. As the crowded bus lurched to avoid a car that had pulled out 
in front of it, the sudden jolt brought her back to her senses. She tried to 
concentrate on the faces of the other passengers -- to try and guess whether 
they had troubles too. They all looked so serene and happy to Mary although 
she knew that most of them were as trapped by some unkind fate as she was 
herself. She had arisen early and the hot California sun made her drowsy, 
but she knew that sleepiness was just an escape from reality, so she shook 
her head in an effort to clear the cobwebs from her mind and concentrate on 
the awful thing that was about to happen to her. 

She had to walk several blocks from the bus stop to the courthouse and the 
walk tired Mary. It was as if she were walking on leaden feet -afraid to 
arrive for fear that her worst anxieties would be confirmed. She wondered if 
she would have to talk to George Adams. She told herself that if she did, 
she would have to give no indication to Ralph of the terrible thing that had 
happened between herself and the lecherous man. It could only make things 
worse for him. 

Slowly she walked into the courthouse and up the broad marble stairs in 
search of the courtroom where her husband's preliminary hearing would be 
held. When she found it, it was already crowded with court officers, 
policemen, reporters, and the wives and families of other men whose freedom 
had been jeopardized. Mary took a seat at the back of the courtroom and 
watched their faces. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Stewart." 

Mary looked up in surprise to see the lewdly smiling face of George Adams 
beaming down at her. Her face reddened as his eyes fixed on her heaving 
breasts. She had dressed simply this morning but there was no mistaking the 
soft fullness and thrusting nipples of her breasts. Mary said nothing to the 
man. 

"I don't do my best work when I'm angry, Mrs. Stewart," the older man said 
quietly, "and I'm going to be very angry if you don't answer my telephone 
calls!" 

She wanted to get up and run from the courtroom -- to escape the obscene man 
and his insinuating remarks. But she knew that she had to stay if only for 
Ralph's sake. She made a determined attempt to keep the disgust from her 
voice. 

"We have nothing to discuss, Mr. Adams." 

He continued to stare at her and Mary wondered if anyone else in the 
courtroom suspected from her face that she had so recently degraded herself 
with this terrible man. 

"Don't push me too far, Mrs. Stewart," he said with an evil grin. "I could 
always arrange for Ralph to find out about our little session the other 
day!" 

Before Mary could reply, the court was called to order and everyone took 
their seats. George Adams disappeared in the milling crowd and Mary turned 
her attention to the proceedings. Her face burned from the man's statement. 
Mary couldn't let Ralph find out! She just couldn't! 

Mary only half-listened as the cases were called and disposed of. They 
seemed to be over so quickly. She heard the ominous words from the balding 
judge again and again -- he seemed to be performing as a robot -- "Trial set 
for whatever date -- bail set at twenty-thousand dollars, or forty-thousand 
dollars" -- he seemed not even to look up at the men as he casually took 
away their freedom. Everyone seemed so disinterested except the prisoners 
and their families or friends. Only occasionally were there gasps of 
surprise and delight as a case was dismissed. For what seemed like hours she 
sat there, her hands knotted in her lap, her eyes glued to the door through 
which the accused men came. Then, just as she was about to give up hope of 
seeing Ralph, an emotionless voice announced, "People versus Ralph Lee 
Stewart -- attorneys come forward." 

Ralph came in through the heavy door accompanied by an armed police officer. 
His eyes quickly scanned the room searching for her, a smile flashing across 
his face as he caught sight of her in the back row. Her own mouth quivered 
as she returned his smile and her heart cried out to him, but she knew she 
could do nothing, say nothing, she would have to sit there and wait. He 
looked so gaunt and pale and Mary wondered how he could so quickly lose his 
deep mahogany tan. He sat down at the long table with George Adams as the 
clerk read the indictment and the proceedings began. 

Mary left her seat in the back row and moved up toward the front of the 
courtroom, hoping to be able to talk to Ralph. An elderly black woman seated 
next to her told her that prisoners were sometimes allowed to speak to their 
families for a few moments before being taken back to their cells in the 
jail building. She told Mary to check with the bailiff for permission. 

Almost as quickly as it had begun it was over and the judge was speaking. 

"I find sufficient cause to hold the accused for trial. Case assigned to 
Department Twelve, Superior Court. Application for bail denied." 

George Adams rose to his feet and began to protest that bail should be 
allowed, but the judge silenced him. 

"Bail denied!" he said firmly. 

Ralph was quickly taken from the room -almost before Mary knew what was 
happening. George Adams disappeared again into the crowd as the next case 
was called. As Mary hurried from the courtroom toward the bailiff's office 
she felt a hand on her arm and heard the familiar voice of the lawyer. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Stewart. I did my best," Adams said. 

She tried to shake his hand away from her arm but he gripped it tightly as 
they walked. 

"Please leave me alone, Mr. Adams! I just want to see my husband and then go 
home." 

Adams stopped, forcing Mary to stand there next to him in the 
marbled-hallway. He looked contrite and for a moment she wanted to believe 
he was sincere about helping Ralph. 

"Look, Mrs. Stewart," he began slowly, "I know we got off to a bad start. We 
both want your husband out of jail ... why don't we work together instead of 
fighting? I'm on my way right now to see an Assistant District Attorney I 
know... I think he might be able to help arrange bail." 

She desperately wanted to believe him but there was something about the way 
he was looking at her that made her skin crawl. How could he have done the 
awful thing to her and now stand here so calmly talking to her about Ralph? 

"Please, Mr. Adams, I've got to hurry," she said in a loud voice. A passing 
police officer stared at them intently and the lawyer released her arm. 

"Just don't forget that I'm the only hope your husband has, and don't think 
you won't hear from me again," Adams said ominously as he hurried off. 

The bailiff allowed Mary to talk to Ralph for only a few minutes. They fell 
into each other's arms and consoled one another. Ralph tried to sound calm 
and reassuring but his voice had a hollow ring to it. Mary promised to come 
to the jail every visiting day. 

Later, she walked up the stairs to their apartment, opened the door and fell 
sobbing onto the couch until she cried herself to sleep. She slept for 
several hours and when she awakened it was already dark, the room was in 
shadows except for the reflected light of the street lamp on the corner that 
shown in through the half-opened drapes of the living room. She walked to 
the window to draw the blinds then changed her mind and went into the 
bedroom to change into her nightgown and make herself more comfortable. 

She had never felt so lonely in her life. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

When she had changed, she walked back into the living room and decided to 
turn on the television. She knew that she would have to fill the lonely 
hours now all by herself; there would be no one to talk to or just be with, 
and she had to face this new loneliness. She stared at the screen of the 
television set without really seeing the program that was on, picked up a 
magazine and leafed through the pages and tried to concentrate on a story, 
but the words ran together in a tearful blur, and she put it down and walked 
to the kitchen for something to eat. She didn't notice that the lights were 
on in the apartment directly across from her living room window and that a 
man was standing in the window looking at her through the open blinds. She 
walked slowly in front of the window so that the light in her own room 
caught the thinness of the sheer material of her nightgown and voluptuous 
young figure was sensuously outlined against the swaying silken folds. 

The taut muscles of her body seemed to ripple with each movement as she 
walked back and forth across the room, trying to find something, anything, 
to occupy her time, completely oblivious to the show that she was putting 
on. The apartment directly across from hers was the building manager's, and 
on several occasions she had seen him standing at the window. She didn't 
know that every night he had stood by that window looking across the small 
yard in hopes that he might catch a glimpse of her when she was not quite 
fully clothed. He had watched her as she walked to and fro in the apartment 
on her errands, and he had stared intently at the snug fit of her slacks and 
sweaters, and it was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and 
grabbing her, just to feel the soft, supple flesh that the tight-fitting 
material covered. On one or two occasions, he had "accidentally" bumped into 
her or brushed against her in the hallway, but if she suspected anything 
other than its being accidental, she said nothing. Now tonight he was 
getting a full view of her full, firm curves as she paraded around the 
apartment, and in his mind he convinced himself that she was doing it just 
for him. He could feel his penis beginning to bulge, fully erect against the 
zipper of his trousers, and his breath was getting heavy with lust. He 
wanted to go over and grab her right then and there, but he knew that the 
time would come and that he should just wait and enjoy the show she 
unknowingly put on for him. She slumped carelessly into a chair in front of 
the T.V., and her nightgown rode up further on her legs, revealing the soft 
white flesh of her thighs, stopping just before the "vee" of her loins was 
revealed to him. She swung her legs limply over the arm of the chair and 
settled back into a more comfortable position, revealing even more of her 
body to him. Her legs were long and slim, exquisitely formed with just 
enough plumpness in the thighs to give her hips a full, round curve. Her 
breasts jutted out against the flimsy nylon of the nightgown like twin 
peaks, proud and firm, her nipples taut from the soft, constant contact of 
the material. 

She was restless and kept changing positions in the chair, giving him a 
wider scope of her sensual curves as she moved and wiggled in an effort to 
get comfortable. His eyes were fixed on the full, white mounds of her 
breasts as she moved and turned, causing them to quiver freely as though 
they were not really attached to her body at all. He wanted to feel the 
weight of her round, swollen breasts in his hands, to crush them 
unmercifully and pinch the nipples into full erectness until she would beg 
him to stop. These thoughts excited him even more, and when once again, she 
arose to pace nervously around the room, his eyes surveyed the thinness of 
her waist just before it swelled into the soft fullness of her hips and the 
roundness of her buttocks. He watched her as she moved for over an hour, 
torturing himself into a sexual frenzy which could not be contained much 
longer. He had to have her! NOW! He couldn't stand it any longer, regardless 
of the cost. She moved around the living room, her hips swaying and moving 
so that the light not only brought long flashes of her ripe figure for him 
to see, but caught the wavelike ripples of her nightgown as it clung 
protectively to her nymph like body. 

As he watched her, his hand fell to the fly of his trousers and rubbed 
vigorously at the protruding bulge of his throbbing penis. It was stiff and 
jerked involuntarily under its confines and felt hot and demanding even 
under the cloth of his trousers. He knew that he would not be able to stand 
this visual teasing much longer, that he would have to have her or he would 
cum right then and there. His wife worked nights so there was no chance that 
she would come back to the apartment and find that he had gone out, and he 
knew that Mary was alone; there would be no interruption from her 
incarcerated husband. He tried to rationalize that she had been without a 
man too long now, and surely such a lovely and desirable girl such as 
herself must be in need of satisfaction. That was why she was parading 
around the apartment like that ... unconsciously she wanted him to come 
over! 

Reluctantly, he moved further back into his own apartment and toward the 
door. He hated to leave for a moment the sensual, exciting performance that 
was being acted out across the building, but he could not wait any longer. 

Quickly he tried to gain control of himself so that she would not be 
frightened when he rang her doorbell. She couldn't notice the erect pulsing 
bulge in his trousers or she would never let him into the apartment so he 
pulled on a long, heavy sweater in order to conceal his frenzied, stimulated 
organ. Silently, he walked down the corridor to her door and rang the bell. 

"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly. 

"It's me, Mr. Rose, I have a message for you," he lied. 

"Just a moment, I'll be right there," she answered, hoping that it might be 
some word from Ralph. It was irrational, she knew, but it might be! She put 
on her robe before she went to the door. 

When she opened the door and he stepped inside, not waiting for an 
invitation, his eyes scoured every inch of her body as if he could see 
through the robe that she clutched tightly around her. 

"You look upset, my dear," he managed to say without his voice quivering too 
much. "I know that this has been a terrible time for you, and I just want 
you to know that I will do everything I can to help." 

"Thank you," she stammered, "but you already told me that this morning. 
Don't you have some other message for me?" 

"Relax," he said, seating himself on the couch, hoping that she would not 
notice the hard, throbbing protrusion in his trousers. "I'm not going to 
bite you. I just thought you might need a friendly face during this terrible 
ordeal." 

"I ... I really think that you ought to go; I'm expecting company," she lied 
falteringly, realizing that if she were expecting company, she would not be 
dressed in a negligee and bathrobe. 

"Well, well," he answered, "is that some new kind of hostess gown?" His eyes 
ran over the sheer, yet protective-enough clothing that she had on. 

"I don't see where that's any concern of yours," she added, hoping her firm 
voice might make him leave. 

"The owner of the building is pressing me to collect your rent, and I just 
thought we might figure out what we can do about it!" 

He leaned back on the couch, letting the words sink in. He could see from 
her worried face that she did not have the money to pay him. He had been 
through this same scene so many times before that it had become enjoyable to 
him. 

Mary's mind was racing. What could she tell him? There was no money to pay 
the rent and no possibility of getting it anywhere. He just sat there and 
smirked at her, reading her every thought. She clutched the robe more 
tightly around her. Perhaps if she were more friendly she could make him 
understand her plight, and he would be sympathetic. 

"I was just going to make myself a cup of coffee," she lied, stalling for 
time. Her voice was shaking, and she knew that her hands were trembling 
visibly. 

"I never drink coffee ... keeps me awake nights," Mr. Rose said. "Why don't 
I get us a drink ... you look like you could use one, and I sure could." 
Before she could answer, he walked out of the apartment and toward his own. 

"Don't worry, I'll be right back," he called out to her as he left. 

She sank into the couch, holding her head in her hands. What am I going to 
do, she thought. Here I am all alone, no one to look out for me, no money 
for the rent and the landlord pressing me for the money. She knew what Mr. 
Rose had in mind, and although she found the idea completely repulsive, she 
wasn't sure what other alternative she had. She might sell some of Ralph's 
things, of course -- the television and the hi-fi set. But that wouldn't 
bring in nearly enough money to pay the rent. Maybe if I encourage him with 
promises, he will let me get by for a few more weeks without paying, and I 
won't actually have to let his filthy hands paw me, she thought desperately. 
She wanted to cry, but she knew that he would be coming back in just a few 
minutes, and it wouldn't do any good not to let him in or else it would 
spoil all her chances for free rent or at least a short stay, and maybe in a 
few weeks, she could find a better job and be able to pay; then she could 
tell him to go to hell and just let her alone, but right now, the situation 
looked hopeless. 

It seemed like so long since Ralph had held her in his arms and told her not 
to worry, that everything would be all right. She longed to feel his 
strength, his arms holding her tightly, his tender, loving embraces and 
lovemaking. It had been almost three weeks since Ralph had been arrested, 
and she longed for him, not just for his companionship and reassurance, but 
physically! Just thinking of what a competent and patient lover he had been 
excited her, and she could feel a tightness building in her loins from 
wanting him. 

I've got to stop thinking like this, she moaned under her breath, but she 
could not deny the fact that she wanted him desperately. The thought of that 
last morning in bed before the police came caused her to feel weak all over. 
The memories of those delicious orgasms sent chills down her spine, and her 
whole body tingled with a gnawing, anxious sensation. She could feel the 
tips of her breasts stiffen into erectness as her reflections titillated her 
senses and the pressure between her long, smooth legs slowly but perceptibly 
built to a boiling point. Nervously, she got up and paced up and down the 
room, trying to rid her mind of these sensual thoughts. It's impossible to 
be with Ralph, she thought, and I may as well face it right now, I've got to 
learn to live without a man until he gets out. The prospect was not a happy 
one, but if she couldn't have Ralph she really didn't want anyone. The 
episode with George Adams wasn't her fault, she told herself, she was forced 
into it by the filthy man. She would make sure that she never again violated 
her marriage vows! 

It didn't take Mr. Rose very long, and in what seemed to be a matter of 
minutes, he had returned, carrying several bottles of liquor and a large 
bucket of ice. 

"I always believe in being prepared," he said laughingly. "You just sit 
there and relax, and I'll make you my special drink. You look as if you 
could use something special." 

Mary didn't argue as he walked to the kitchen, and she could hear the clink 
of the ice as he dropped cubes into two glasses and prepared the drinks. She 
was still seated on the couch when he came out carrying two very large 
drinks and sat down next to her, handing her a tall glass. 

He raised his glass to touch hers and said, "To a very, very good 
friendship!" His voice had an ugly, lecherous tone, and there was no denying 
what he meant when he said friendship, but she started to sip her drink and 
settled back nervously in the seat. 

"Don't look so unhappy," he said, "wouldn't you like to talk about it? I 
know what you must be going through, especially an attractive girl like 
you." He was trying to sound friendly, but every word was calculated, and it 
wasn't coming across quite the way he had planned. He tried to soften his 
remarks, but she just sat there, staring at the drink and at the coffee 
table until she finally blurted out in her uncontrolled misery, "Oh, Mr. 
Rose, what am I going to do? I don't have the money for the rent, and with 
Ralph in jail, I don't know when I can pay you!" 

"Is that all you're worrying about?" he said, his eyes staring at her legs 
which were revealed to just above the knee as her robe had fallen apart and 
she hadn't noticed to close it. "I think I can stall the owner for the 
moment... we can figure something out." 

She glanced up and caught him looking down at her legs where the robe had 
fallen apart, and she tried to cover herself up, but his hand caught her 
wrist. 

"You have such beautiful legs, my dear," he said, "don't cover them up, it 
would be such a waste." 

How can I let this man talk to me this way, she thought, but if all he 
wanted was a free look, that wasn't too much to ask, especially if it meant 
getting out of paying the rent. 

The drink he had made her was refreshing, and she finished it quickly, 
letting the alcohol cool her throat. She could feel its relaxing effects 
race through her body. She put her glass down on the table, and as she 
leaned forward, he had a full view of her soft, full breasts as they pushed 
the thin material of her nightgown away from her body. He drew a sharp 
breath when he saw the luscious white mounds pointing proudly outward, and 
he got up quickly and told her, clearing his throat nervously, that he would 
make them another drink. She settled back on the couch quietly, enjoying the 
effect the alcohol was having on her. The liquor seemed to be hitting her 
rather quickly, but then she realized that it had been some time since she 
had eaten properly, she hadn't been able to because her nerves were so 
frayed and worn with everything happening so quickly that she had no real 
desire for food. 

Her second drink went down much more quickly and smoothly than the first, 
even though she was aware that it was quite a bit stronger than the first 
one, and she was actually beginning to feel more relaxed and charitable 
toward her uninvited guest. After all, maybe he did feel sorry for her and 
was just trying to help her relieve her loneliness. 

"I still can't believe what has happened," she finally said, breaking the 
silence. "It seems as though the whole thing is just one big nightmare. I 
don't know what to do next, where to turn ... or anything." Her thoughts 
were jumbled, and she wasn't sure whether it was because the liquor was so 
strong or just because this was the first time since Ralph's arrest that she 
had anyone to talk to. 

"It must be difficult for you to be so alone here ... I mean, without a man 
and all." He was trying to gauge her reaction. 

She thought for a moment before she answered, "Yes, it is ... very 
difficult." She meant as far as getting help and guidance, but she knew he 
meant it in an entirely different context. 

She slid further down into the couch, and her robe fell even further apart, 
leaving a wide gap revealing the soft, white curve of her knees and thighs, 
knowing full well that he was staring at every inch of flesh that she 
revealed, but somehow, with Ralph gone and the warming glow of the alcohol 
in her stomach, she just didn't care. Let him get his kicks, she thought 
bitterly, then maybe he'll leave me alone. 

He reached over and patted her knee with feigned affection, and his touch 
made her skin crawl, but she did nothing to stop him at that moment. 

"Well, it's going to be different now," he said, "You'll have me just around 
the corner, and I'll be glad to help you out anytime ... ANYTIME!" 

Help me out, she thought, almost laughing. He makes me sound like a bitch in 
heat and in need of servicing. He let his hand rest on her knee and thigh, 
his fingers softly kneading the supple flesh beneath them, and she could 
hear his breath coming in short, little pants. She glanced up, blushing, and 
her eyes met his as he stared down at her naked thighs. 

"Excuse me," she stammered, trying to draw the robe around her, but her 
voice was weak, and she felt as though she really didn't have the strength 
to life her hands. My God, she thought hazily, those drinks have really hit 
me. She tried to move so that she could close her robe, but his hands held 
her fast, and she was unable to raise herself to gather up the material and 
cover herself. In the depths of her alcohol-dimmed mind, she resigned 
herself to the fact that he just wanted a quick feel, and if she tried to 
fight him, it would make things much worse and that she couldn't afford 
that, not just now, anyway. His hands moved slowly up her soft, smooth 
thighs, his fingers increasing their pressure with every inch until moments 
later, they closed around the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. She tried to 
straighten up in an effort to force his hand down further toward her knee 
again, but his grip was firm and insisting as it moved toward the naked 
"vee" of her loins. She wiggled under his steel-like grip, but it seemed the 
more she turned, the more insistent and dangerous his hands became. 

Oh, God, she thought to herself, what am I going to do? I can't let this 
happen again the way it did with George Adams. I can't let this dirty old 
man do this to me. Her mind filled with thoughts of how to stop him, but her 
body was helpless, cruelly held in his strong, unyielding grasp. 

"Please don't do that," she whimpered softly, imploring him to stop, but he 
just stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust and his breath rapidly 
increasing from desire. 

"Just take it easy," he said, his words thick from desire. "I'm not going to 
do anything that you won't like. Just think how nice it will be to have a 
man touch your pussy again." 

A man, she wanted to scream at the vulgarity of his suggestion. You're more 
like an animal, taking advantage of the weak this way, but the words stuck 
in her throat. Pleading with him, she knew, would do no good, and the 
alcohol was making her dizzy. She didn't have the strength to physically 
fight him off so she tried to relax her body and hoped that he would be 
satisfied with touching her for a moment. 

His hand traveled further up her leg until he could feel the soft down of 
her pubis as he brushed away the flimsy material of the nightgown in order 
to give him freer access to her naked loins. She jerked involuntarily in a 
futile effort to get away, but when his fingers touched the tiny bud of her 
clitoris, she found that her hips were involuntarily reacting to his lewd 
fondling, and that her own stifled desires were coming to the surface. He 
pinched roughly at the erect tip of her clitoris, causing her to cry out. 

"Ooooooh ... NO! Please stop," she choked out in a whisper, knowing that if 
she did not stop him now, she would never be able to. The long, hungry 
nights without Ralph and the helplessness of her position were beginning to 
take their terrible toll. 

She could see his penis bulging and jerking against the cloth of his 
trousers, fighting to be free from its restrictions, and with his free hand 
he was fumbling with the zipper of his fly. She just stared at him, unable 
to move and watching fascinated like a tiny helpless bird to see the cruel 
hard weapon he was stalking her with. His fingers continued their insistent 
manipulation of her clitoris, fondling and rubbing, searching for the 
sensitive, protective lips of her vagina, pinching the flesh between strong 
fingers, enraptured with his own sadistic passion and her slight whimpers of 
pain and indignation. The awful nail of his thick, probing index finger 
scraped along the tender flesh, chafing and searching until she could feel 
the thickness of his fingers suddenly jerk upwards and harshly into her 
tight, cringing vagina. 

"Ooooohh," she moaned, trying to break away from his lewd impalement but 
only succeeding in allowing him to push further into the aching channel 
between her legs. 

He pushed and pulled at her as though she were a stuffed doll or a puppet to 
move and bend at his will, a strange, lustful smile lining his lips. He 
managed to push her sideways on the couch so that his body was half-leaning 
over her, his penis now free, bobbing up and down, pulsing against the soft 
white flesh of her thighs. He wormed his extended middle finger deeper into 
the soft flesh of her cunt until she thought she would be split open from 
the desperation of his cruel fingering. The walls of her tender pussy seemed 
to be coming apart, shredded by the roughness of his fingernails and the 
depravity of his persistent lust. She was completely helpless, her throbbing 
loins pinioned by his hands, and her whole body ached and twitched from his 
depraved attack. She reached up to scratch his face and push him away, but 
his strength was too great, and his weight crushed her deep down into the 
pillows of the couch. His mouth came down harshly onto her lips which she 
struggled to keep tightly together, but his tongue darted between her teeth 
before she had a chance to clench them and invaded her mouth like a wet 
snake. He pushed and contorted his tongue, searching out every corner of her 
mouth, scraping the soft inner walls of her cheeks and finally pushing it 
deep into her throat. He sounded like a wild boar gone berserk as his 
passion began to mount and his fingers were digging more desperately into 
her pussy as he continued his lewd, demanding advances. 

He had worked his body further up on her so that she was held by the 
heaviness of his torso rather than from the pressure of his hands and mouth, 
and she could feel his huge, thick penis jerking frantically into her thighs 
and close to the opening of her vagina. 

"Stop ... please stop," she pleaded once more. I can't bear it, she thought, 
not again, the way it had been with George Adams! She tried to scream, but 
only helpless mewling sounds of frustration and suppressed anger came out as 
his tongue continued to assault her mouth, and her body began to react to 
his humiliating pawing of her naked genitals. She felt a frenzied fear in 
her belly, and her whole body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. 

She felt herself being shoved, probed and pushed until she was helplessly 
stretched out full length on the couch and staring in wide-eyed terror at 
the ceiling. Her thin robe and nightgown were being torn from her body as 
though they were made of paper, and his fingernails raked over the skin like 
animal claws as his mouth spewed forth disgusting, primitive noises. He had 
struggled out of his trousers, and his throbbing cock stood out from 
underneath his shorts like a straight, waving tent pole, hard and fearful. 
He hadn't bothered to remove his shirt, which made him look even more lewd 
and hideous. She felt his rock-hard penis pushing into the soft fleshiness 
of her inner thighs as he dropped back down on her and pushed deeper into 
her with his finger, wiggling it unmercifully, holding her in this degrading 
position for what seemed an endless eternity. No matter how she turned, he 
did not relent, she was totally impaled by this awful, sweating pig of a 
man. 

The weight of his body was crushing her, and he moved back and forth on top 
of her, squashing her full, rounded breasts flat until they hurt. The course 
material of his shirt had goaded her tender, pink nipples into an 
involuntary erection, and they ached each time he moved up and down on her. 
His free hand ran freely and harshly up her body, feeling and kneading the 
soft, smooth curves of her torso until he roughly grasped one of her breasts 
and squeezed it with all of his strength. She could feel the skin bruising 
under his touch, and she was sure that he was going to mangle her so badly 
her breasts would be distorted out of shape forever. He was biting fiercely 
into the side of her neck, like a vampire in desperation, and he sucked 
continuously on her skin, bringing the blood to the surface and making 
horrible purple and red bruises. 

The lust-driven apartment manager worked his mouth downward while his body 
held her pinned to the couch so that his tongue could trace a wet, noisy 
pattern down her throat and over the curve of her neck to her breasts and 
began flicking at the tender, aching nipple. He sucked on it like a baby 
nursing, biting occasionally, hurting her and enjoying every moment of the 
obscene pain and humiliation he was subjecting her to. 

"Aaaaaggghh, stop, nooo, pleeeassse," she groaned, half-consciously through 
her agony and terror. 

"I'm just beginning, baby," he grunted animalistically. "I'm just beginning. 

She wished that she could fall into unconsciousness from the pain and horror 
of what was happening, but each time he bit or scratched at her vulnerable 
weak body, a new wave of reality raced through her, and she was rudely 
reminded of what this lecherous man was doing to her. 

She could feel the whole length of his penis, jerking and pulsing against 
the softness of her cunt as he manipulated his body to an angle so that he 
could enter her. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt in a quick, painful 
pull, scraping the walls of her vagina heedlessly, and grabbed the length of 
his own cock and aimed it for the tiny, vulnerable slit nestled between her 
legs. She stared, mesmerized, down at the thick, hard weapon he held in his 
hand, and she was sure that she would not be able to take its entire length. 
Its shape was almost conical, and it was completely out of proportion with 
the rest of his body, as if he had had a transplant from some huge stud 
horse, and the thought of it made her feel faint again. 

He saw her staring at his hugely throbbing cock as he held it, and he 
relished the look of amazement and horror in her eyes. 

"When I stretch you around this, baby, you'll never be satisfied by any 
other man again!" he laughed sadistically, his teeth gleaming between the 
redness of his lips. 

He moved slowly toward her, watching the horrified anticipation on her face 
as he probed her tight, vulnerable slit with the monstrous head of his 
penis. He let it move into her, tearing her slowly with each slight thrust 
as she cried out in mortal pain. 

"No ... don't! It won't fit ... DON'T!" she groaned, taking each minute 
thrust of his huge, fearful cock into her quivering pussy with little 
whimpers of pain. 

He laughed down at her, saliva running down the side of his mouth, and she 
could feel him shove further up into her, ripping her apart, tearing her 
until she was sure that she was being split in two. 

Then, his grin broadening, he lurched forward with his hips and buried his 
shaft deep up into her belly with one final thrust, pushing with all his 
brute strength as she cried out in a shattering scream of pain. 

"Oooohhh! Aaagghh!" she moaned as she felt the throbbing mushroom-shaped 
head of his penis push in deeply against the cushiony walls of her womb. She 
could feel her vagina contracting mechanically around his monstrous cock, 
and her own juices beginning to lubricate her so she could take him with 
less discomfort. His hands were mauling her nipples into hard, sensitive 
erectness again, and she closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth from 
the pain. 

The helplessly pinioned blonde-haired young wife writhed and twisted under 
his weight, but he did not let up in his constant hammering at her ... Then, 
she was actually beginning to feel something. She tried in her helpless 
agony to pretend that it was her own husband who was taking her so cruelly, 
trying to block out all this horror and picture Ralph in her mind, her 
tender, loving Ralph. In spite of the shame and humiliation, her body was 
moving in a slow, grinding rhythm, controlled by a slow, burning desire 
rather than by her own mind. The tightness was building up in her loins, and 
slowly she began to move with him instead of against him. 

"Oh, God," she moaned, "I can't stand it; I can't stand it!" Her hips bucked 
violently underneath her, her whole body suddenly crying out to be satisfied 
by the enormous hardened shaft of flesh sunk deep up between her widespread 
legs. 

As her own passion built, the pain subsided, and she was caught up in her 
desire and need for satisfaction. 

"Beg me for it," he choked out at her as he sensed her surrender. "Beg me 
for it, you bitch!" 

She had never been taken like this. Even the brutal George Adams had only 
been an amateur alongside the wild animal plunging his huge, lust-swollen 
cock up into her now. She hated the man, he was revolting, disgusting beyond 
words! But her inflamed cunt told her how wonderful it was to be ravaged so 
cruelly. To be degraded and humiliated before the wonderfully enormous 
pussy-filling machine drove up into her very depths, making her cry out in 
passion and delight as it brought spasms of ecstasy to her loins. 

"Oh, yes, yes ... do it," she hissed in helpless capitulation. "It feels so 
goood ... harder ... fuck me harder!" Oh, Ralph, she thought through the 
hot, searing flame of her suddenly uncontrollable desire, forgive me, 
darling, I can't help it, it feels so good! 

He could feel his own passion at the boiling point, and he knew he would 
explode at any moment, so he began to slow up on his long, powerful thrusts 
in an effort to prolong the delicious sensation of power and lust he felt at 
the thought of his young, helpless tenant writhing in passionate abandon 
beneath him. 

Mary felt as though an electric shock was running through her body, every 
inch of flesh was alive and tingling, sensitive to every move this animal of 
a man made on her body, and she was' enjoying it! There was no comparison 
between this and any other feeling she had ever had -- she had to have him 
thrust into her deeper and deeper -- to split her apart if necessary -- to 
force his iron-hard organ deep up inside her burning pussy. She threw her 
legs wider and wider, forcing him up inside, arching up wildly to meet the 
magnificent thrusts and then backing off slowly as he withdrew, the muscular 
walls of her vagina contracting around his cock like a sucking bivalvular 
pump. 

Her arms came up around his back, and her thighs closed around his hips as 
she bucked harder, her head rolling from side to side in an insane frenzy 
while her mouth spewed out lewd words. 

''Oh, Jesus... fuck me, you bastard ... HARDER ... Get it all in!" 

His own thrusts became more and more powerful as the sperm began to gather 
in his swollen testicles and start the slow, pleasurable journey up to the 
dilated tip of his large, bulbous knob-head. He could feel her hungrily 
clasping pussy surge against his pubic hair as her cunt lips contracted and 
tried to hold his huge cock up inside her quivering orifice for a second 
more. Her fingers dug into his back, raking downward and scraping the flesh 
away in her passion. Her long, beautiful legs pulled him onto her again and 
again. 

"Oooohhh ... I'm going to cum!" she cried out, "I'M CUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" She 
screamed as the rapid explosions of delicious sensation hit her belly and 
began to spread out to her legs and pussy. Her voice was choked with 
passion, and she pushed herself up against him, opening her pussy wider. 

Her words excited him to the breaking point, and with a deep-throated grunt, 
he hissed down into her lust-contorted face. 

"Here it comes, baby," he said thickly, "Here it comes!" With several deep 
thrusts he began to empty himself into her hungrily-sucking pussy, his sperm 
mingling hotly with hers deep down inside her raging cunt. Their bodies 
shook as the white-hot sticky male fluid spewed out in powerful gushes, 
trembling uncontrollably until they thought they would go mad with lust. And 
then they both collapsed in a heavy exhaustion, their limbs still entwined, 
his cock still buried deeply within her. 

Later, when their breathing subsided, he sat up and looked down at her 
naked, sweat-drenched body. "Your husband is really a lucky guy to have you, 
baby. You're the best piece of tail I ever had!" 

She looked back at him, her eyes filled with tears of shame and humiliation. 

"I feel so dirty," she murmured, her chest still heaving from the intensity 
of her climax, "but I just couldn't help it. I couldn't help it!" 

"Well, there'll be plenty more times from now on. Don't let your conscience 
bother you too much!" 

She flinched slightly as his hand played familiarly between her legs, gently 
stroking her still erect clitoris and nursing one last spasm of pleasure 
from her aching body. She knew that now there was no turning back, she had 
succumbed to this awful man, and he could come back again and again as long 
as Ralph was not here. She hated him! 

Mary closed her eyes and fell into a sexually satisfied sleep as he 
continued to fondle her wet pussy. It seemed somehow so lewd and obscene to 
lie here and let him do that to her, but deep down inside, she knew she had 
no choice. No choice whatsoever! 

When she awoke much later, he was gone, but there was a note on the coffee 
table. 

It was a receipt for the rent marked, "Paid in Full." 

CHAPTER SIX 

For the next week Mary moved about as if in a trance. She continued to go to 
work at the hamburger stand every morning, sneaking quietly out of the 
apartment building to avoid Mr. Rose. When she visited Ralph in the dismal 
visiting room of the jail he was appalled by the change in his wife -- there 
were dark circles under her normally bright eyes and she seemed to be in 
another world, responding only to direct questions. When he expressed his 
concern for her appearance she told him that she wasn't sleeping well. 

There was no news about the condition of the man who had been shot in the 
holdup and George Adams had stopped coming to see Ralph, pleading that he 
was extremely busy on another important case. The long days and nights in 
the jail were hell for the young man but he was more concerned for his wife. 

At night, Mary locked herself in the apartment and refused to answer the 
telephone or the doorbell. The television set was never turned on and the 
lights were usually out as she sat on the couch or lay in bed fully clothed 
and thought. For many days she seriously believed that she was going crazy. 
Every time she shut her eyes she had visions of her own body being impaled 
on a huge male penis. It was unattached to any body, just an enormous pink 
shaft of male flesh, tightly thrust between her spread legs. Her hands were 
wrapped around the thick organ as if guiding it in and out of her hungry 
vagina. She could see every detail of her wanton face clearly, the drooling 
lust-inflamed mouth, the glazed eyes and even the erect nipples on her 
heaving breasts. 

When the image came to her it was accompanied by a warm delicious feeling in 
her loins and belly, the same exquisite feeling she had experienced when the 
building manager had pumped his own large cock in and out of her willing 
cunt. Once, when she opened her eyes, she found her hands between her legs, 
her fingers busily caressing her erect clitoris and the swollen pussy lips. 
Her first thoughts were of disgust and shame, but she continued to stroke 
the soft flesh until she felt the explosions of orgasm shake her body. 
Afterwards, she cried herself to sleep and had terrible nightmares about 
Ralph being released from jail and coming home to find her coupling with 
George Adams. She had awakened in a cold sweat and lay there for the rest of 
the night unable to get back to sleep. 

As much as she tried, Mary could not reconcile the love she felt for her 
husband and the terrible gnawing desire she felt almost continuously now. 
She tried to visualize the penis of every man she saw -- even the elderly 
man she worked for in the hamburger stand. It was like an insane and obscene 
joke. She would stare down at their loins, trying to imagine how the flaccid 
organs would look in full erection. There was no sense or rules to the game 
-- she would imagine the smallest man with a huge stiff penis, fairly 
bursting with lust or she would sometimes look at large, virile looking men 
and see a tiny think cock the size of her finger. Her pelvis felt like it 
was on fire most of the time, and the only way she could quench the awful 
warmth would be to massage her pussy until the orgasms came. 

She hated herself for thinking such thoughts, but there seemed to be no 
relief for her except in the manipulations of her fingers in her wet and 
hungry pussy. She tried to imagine it was Ralph's mouth or his hard, erect 
penis thrusting in and out of her instead of only her fingers. The need 
became more insatiable, and she found herself sleeping only a few hours each 
night, a light fitful sleep that neither refreshed or rejuvenated her aching 
body. 

One afternoon coming out of the jail after visiting Ralph, she found George 
Adams waiting for her. He stood by his flashy car, his eyes scanning the 
figures coming out of the jail entrance. When he saw Mary, he walked quickly 
toward her. She tried to go the other way, but he quickly caught up with her 
and took her arm firmly in his hand. 

"Trying to avoid me, Mrs. Stewart?" 

Mary protested weakly, but she let herself be led toward the car. Still 
holding her arm, George Adams opened the passenger door and forced her 
inside. He quickly went around to the other side and got behind the wheel. 

"Before you do anything rash... like jumping out, I have something very 
important to tell you," he said quickly. "I think I'm going to be able to 
get your husband out of this whole mess!" 

"What do you mean?" Mary asked, too tried and dispirited to fight the man 
anymore. 

I told you about the Assistant District Attorney I was going to see," he 
paused and smiled a sly smile almost as if congratulating himself on some 
important coup. "Well, there's a good chance that he'll drop the charge ... 
claim it was mistaken identity! He owes me a favor and he's willing to pay 
off." 

She wanted to believe the words she hears, but it seemed too good to be 
true. To have Ralph back with her again was almost too much to hope for. And 
yet, perhaps he was telling the truth! 

"But.. . but I just saw Ralph, and he didn't say anything," Mary said, 
wide-eyed and alert now. 

"He doesn't know about it yet," Adams continued, "I had to talk to you 
first." 

"Talk to me? Why?" 

George started the engine of the powerful car and drove away from the curb 
smoothly. He wanted to make sure that there was no chance for the young girl 
to get away from him before he had a chance to explain what he had in mind. 
He talked as he drove, glancing over now and again to see Mary's reaction. 

"I told you once that it was about time you learned the facts of life, 
honey. This world runs on the favors people do for one another. I did a 
favor for my friend once, and now he's going to repay it. That works out 
fine for you and Ralph, but I'm out one favor, right?" 

Mary could only nod her head, sensing what was to come. 

"Now I've got another friend who would be willing to be in my debt if I can 
help him get a big contract, and for that I need you. Do you follow?" 

Mary was confused. Favors? Contracts? And why would he need her? Nothing the 
man said made any sense except the possibility of Ralph being freed. 

George Adams was angry at the girl's obtuseness. 

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" he said, "Look, I need you to spend a 
weekend with this guy at my place. If he likes you and my friend gets the 
contract, Ralph comes home a free man! Is that clear?" 

Oh God! Mary thought, Does everything in the whole world revolve around sex? 
It was plain to her what George Adams was asking her to do. If I degrade 
myself further I can have my husband back; it's as simple as that! She felt 
a dull pain begin over her eyes, and she wanted to scream at the injustice 
of his proposal. And yet, if she did this one thing it would mean the end of 
all of her agony. Even if Ralph found out, he would understand that she had 
done it all for him -- he had to see that! 

"What would I have to do?" she asked weakly. 

George Adams was smiling and affable now that he had won. 

"Just make sure this guy goes home happy!" he said. "If you do a good job, 
Ralph will be home in a few days. Okay?" 

Mary had an irrational urge to begin giggling, but she choked it back. 
Already the warmth was spreading through her loins at the thought of having 
Ralph home and in her arms again. It was his huge cock in the daydreams that 
plagued her. Once she felt his strong male body pumping in and out of her, 
all the terrible thoughts would go away -- she would be free of them for 
good. 

"Do you promise never to bother me again?" Mary asked. 

The girl's naivet almost made George laugh. If he had guessed correctly, 
their relationship was far from over. Ralph or no Ralph, he had plans for 
her. 

"Sure, kid, I promise!" he lied smoothly. 

Mary relaxed wearily against the smooth leather seat of the car as it sped 
out the Hollywood Freeway toward her apartment. They would pick up a few 
things for her and then continue on to George's house in Beverly Hills. The 
party was to start that evening, and he wanted Mary there early. 

While Mary packed an overnight case, George used the telephone to make the 
final arrangements. He wore a self-satisfied smile as he thought of what the 
weekend would bring him. Getting the contract for his friend meant several 
thousand dollars immediately and a good deal of legal work in the future. He 
could forget the petty criminals and concentrate on respectable law for a 
change. The idea pleased him greatly, and he was confident that Mary could 
pull it off. 

As they went downstairs, they met Mr. Rose in the lobby. His sickly smile 
turned to a look of pure hate as he watched Mary getting into the expensive 
car with the older man. He promised himself that there would be no more 
unanswered doorbells when Mary returned from wherever it was she was going. 

* * * 

Despite her anxiety and the fearful headache, Mary could not help but be 
impressed by the size of George Adams' home and the obvious luxury in which 
he lived. It was like stepping into another world, a world Mary had never 
seen outside the movies or in magazines. The house was a large, rambling 
Spanish mission-style with well-kept grounds and an enormous swimming pool. 
Inside, everything was in perfect taste, from the comfortable furniture to 
the valuable antiques scattered about the rooms. 

George led Mary proudly through the house and into the large bedroom she was 
to use. The single room was larger than Ralph's whole apartment. George gave 
Mary a large, cool drink and left her to unpack while he went to his own 
rooms to shower and change. 

She sipped the drink as she undressed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol 
through her body. 

She felt almost light-headed as she ran water into the large marble bathtub 
and eased her body into the steaming suds. She told herself that it would be 
all over soon -- the whole terrible nightmare. She and Ralph would go away 
somewhere, far from Los Angeles and all of the awful memories. They could 
both get jobs and start a new life together. What did it matter about one 
more weekend? George Adams and his friend might use her body, but her spirit 
would be with Ralph in his jail cell. In spite of herself, she wondered what 
the man she was expected to entertain would be like. Would he be old and a 
brute like George? No matter, she thought, only a few more days until she 
had a real man! 

She looked down at her body, the contours distorted by the water. She could 
see her own long legs -- the legs that had so eagerly wrapped themselves 
around the wanton hips of Mr. Rose. The silky, golden strings of pubic hair 
floated lazily away from her pubic mound, exposing the soft furrow of her 
vaginal slit. Above her stomach, her twin breasts seemed to float in the 
water, the little nipples puckered and pink, unstimulated as they had been 
when George Adams had massaged them into lewd erection and then crushed them 
down with the weight of his heavy body. 

"Admiring yourself?" 

Mary looked up in alarm to see George Adams towering above her. He was 
dressed only in a silken oriental bathrobe, and his frank eyes admired her 
body. He held two drinks in his hand, and he gave one of them to Mary and 
then sat down on a low stool next to the tub. 

She took the drink and sipped it, too tired to order the man from the 
privacy of the bathroom. She made no attempt to bring her legs together or 
to cover her breasts. Let him look, she thought, it will be one of the last 
times. 

"I thought I'd better tell you a little about Mr. Peters ... he's the guest 
of honor tonight," Adams said without taking his gaze from the sexy body in 
the tub. "He's an important industrialist from New York, and he likes young 
girls ... not too young, of course ... just about your age. You're going to 
have to make sure that he's completely entertained ... and I mean 
completely! Whatever he wants this weekend he gets! Is that understood?" 

"What am I supposed to do?" Mary asked calmly. The alcohol was working, and 
she felt relaxed. 

"You're supposed to do anything he wants you to do ... with him or to him!" 
Adams said ominously. "He's kind of a queer duck ... a little kinky 
sometimes. But if you pull it off and the contract is signed, then Ralph 
comes home a free man. If not ... well then, he stays in jail. You can see 
how important this is to all of us!" 

"Are there going to be... " she paused, dreading the answer, "are there 
going to be other people here, too?" 

"Only a few close friends," he replied. "I like to keep these parties 
intimate!" 

George Adams rose from the stool and told Mary that she was to finish her 
bath and dress for the party. He instructed her to wear the thin, almost 
transparent gown he had put on the bed. Then she was to join him in the 
recreation room. Before going, he told her once more how important her 
performance was to Ralph. 

Mary finished her bath slowly, still apprehensive about what was to happen 
and not wanting to leave the security of the hot, steaming water. When she 
knew that she could delay no longer, she rose from the tub and dried herself 
on a huge, soft towel, carefully avoiding the secret spot between her legs 
where the familiar warmth was building again. She brushed her hair and 
applied light makeup to her face as George had instructed her. The makeup 
hid the deep shadows under her eyes, and she could have been mistaken for 
much younger than she actually was. She found the thin gown on the bed and 
drew it over her swelling breasts and let it slide easily and smoothly down 
over her flat stomach, her firm hips and down the long, beautiful legs. A 
pair of Japanese sandals completed her costume. As she hesitated at the 
door, it burst open and the smiling face of George Adams suddenly appeared. 

"Are you ready yet, kid? Some of the guests are already here!" 

He took her arm and guided her swiftly out of the room and down a long 
hallway toward the recreation room. She could hear the sound of voices and 
clinking glasses against the background of music from a hi-fi or radio. It 
was soft, sexy music -- a baritone sax wailing sensuously -- the kind of 
music that she had always loved. 

The voices stopped and everyone turned to look at the terrified young girl 
as George Adams led her into the luxuriously furnished room. 

There seem to be so many people here, she thought anxiously. So many older, 
successful-looking men and an equal number of young and excitingly beautiful 
women. They stood by the bar or sat on the soft couches and chairs in small 
groups, laughing and talking to one another as they drank and smoked. Most 
of the girls seemed dressed much like Mary was in skimpy robes and short 
dressed that concealed nothing of their voluptuous bodies. 

A flashing strobe light kept time with the music and a heavy pungent odor of 
smoke hung over the room, hurting the apprehensive young blonde's eyes and 
making them water. 

George Adams led the protesting girl to the center of the room and stopped. 

"Here she is folks, the newest ... you might even say most virginal ... 
member of our little circle!" He laughed as he bowed stiffly to the other 
guests. "Meet Mary, the flower of Hollywood!" 

Everyone clapped and laughed as George led the embarrassed girl around the 
room, introducing her to the other guests smoothly and with a great deal of 
mock-charm. She could feel the men's eyes burning into her as they swept 
over her barely-concealed, ripe figure. Most of the girls were cool and 
envious that she would be entertaining the guest of honor. 

A fat, balding man thrust a tall glass into her hand and asked Mary to come 
sit with him, but George Adams brushed him away and continued the 
introductions. All of the men seemed to be dressed casually, but there was 
no mistaking the expensive cut of their clothing. 

"Come on, kid, a few last words before Peters shows up," George said, 
leading the confused girl to a quiet corner of the room where an empty couch 
sat. The talking and laughing had resumed, and she was thankful that the 
other guests were ignoring her once again. She sat down on the couch and let 
her terrified body be absorbed by the soft cushions, waiting for the smiling 
man next to her to speak. 

"When Mr. Peters shows up I'm going to introduce you two and then let you be 
alone. If Peters doesn't want to stay in here with the rest of us, you're to 
use your bedroom ... or anyplace he wants. Understand?" 

Her alcohol-fogged brain was only partially functioning, but she tried to 
look alert and listen to his words. She nodded, wishing desperately for the 
evening to be over. 

Some of the other guests had started dancing to the lazy sax, their 
movements contrasting starkly as the supple young girls flowed sensuously 
and erotically and their older male partners awkwardly tried to follow their 
snake-like writhing. One tall, dark-haired girl stood in the middle of the 
floor, her legs spread out as her pelvis rotated slowly and her long arms 
came up to cup her softly swelling breasts and thrust them toward her 
partner, the erect brown nipples straining at the thin material of her dress 
invitingly. 

Mary saw with horror that other young girls and their older partners were 
beginning to undress in the darkened corners of the room, oblivious to 
everyone else. The frightened girl tried to turn her eyes away from the 
obscene display of naked flesh, but she watched in fascination as pillows 
were thrown to the floor and some of the couples stretched out on them, 
their nude limbs entwining as young flesh met wantonly against the aging 
bodies of their partners. 

My God, she thought, isn't it enough that I have to be here? Am I going to 
be forced to watch as these obscene people act out their depravities? She 
felt the plump fingers of George Adams come down on her thigh and began a 
gentle massage, and she twisted her body away from him. 

"Don't worry," he laughed, "I'm saving you for the guest of honor!" 

Adams suddenly rose to his feet as a chime sounded somewhere in the 
distance. 

"That should be him now," he called over his shoulder to the nervous girl as 
he walked quickly toward the doorway. 

She closed her eyes and sipped the drink, trying to blot out the lewd images 
of the other people in the room. Instead, her mind raced with obscene 
visions of its own. She saw her own body impaled by the enormous bodiless 
penis -- her long, lovely legs writhing insanely as her hands thrust the 
huge flesh into her hungrily-sucking pussy. The awful heat in her loins had 
started again and Mary crossed her legs guiltily, hoping the movement would 
stop the desire building in her. Instead, it only made it worse, and she had 
to struggle with herself to keep her hands from coming down and stroking the 
agitated flesh between her legs. 

"Mary, I want you to meet Mr. Peters, our guest of honor." 

The embarrassed girl opened her eyes quickly to see George Adams standing 
over her, his plump hand resting on the elbow of a stranger. 

The man wasn't tall, but his gray hair and athletic slimness made him appear 
much taller than he really was. His lean face had been aged by weather and 
sunlight, making him appear dignified and at the same time powerfully virile 
and in control of himself. He was obviously a man of his own making, full of 
energy and fire. He wore a knitted pullover, slacks and sandals. There was 
nothing at all menacing about him except his steely-blue eyes which explored 
every inch of her luscious young body. 

"Hi, Mary," the man said in a deep, forceful voice. "I hope we're going to 
become very good friends." 

He extended a tanned hand to her, and she felt an electric shock go through 
her young body as his fingers came into contact with her trembling hand. He 
sat down next to her on the couch, his hand still firmly clasping hers. His 
eyes had not left her face, and she felt a blush come to her cheeks as the 
man seemed to be trying to read her thoughts. 

"We'll see you later, Adams," he said in dismissal to the lawyer who was 
still standing in front of the couch. His eyes snapped back to Mary as 
George hastily departed. 

"You look like you're frightened to death," the older man said soothingly, 
"Is this your first time at one of these parties?" 

Mary nodded, afraid to speak. 

The gray-haired man's eyes lit up, and he smiled broadly. 

"I knew it! I knew it the minute I laid eyes on you that you weren't one of 
these Hollywood pro's." Mr. Peters seemed genuinely delighted, and he 
increased the pressure on Mary's fingers. 

"Don't you worry about a thing, Mary. I'll take good care of you." 

She let out her breath in a sigh of relief. The man's voice and reassuring 
words were telling her that she was going to be safe after all! He would 
protect her from the rest of the terrible people here! She looked up at him 
gratefully, her wide eyes thanking him silently, unaware for a moment that 
he had dropped her hand and was stroking her thigh gently. 

"Look at them," Mr. Peters said harshly, taking his eyes away from the young 
girl and looking around the darkened room at the lewd figures of the other 
guests. "Pigs ... they're all pigs! Like performing seals! I could snap my 
fingers and they'd all disappear!" He raised one hand, the thumb and 
forefinger coming together as if he really were going to snap his fingers. 

Then he turned back to Mary and laughed. 

"You're not like the rest of them, are you, Mary?" His eyes seemed almost to 
bore into her very soul as he waited for her answer. 

"I-I ... no, I'm not, Mr. Peters!" her voice came out in an almost 
hysterical denial. 

"I knew it! Didn't I tell you I knew it!" he said earnestly. "But you have 
to call me Steve now that we're going to be such good friends." 

Steve Peters was extremely pleased with the lovely young blonde girl sitting 
next to him. He had had more women in his life than he could count, and many 
had been like her, young, innocent and always beautiful. He liked the young 
newly married girls the best. He had had enough of the jaded professionals. 
He needed girls who would be impressed with his money and power, and who had 
not yet been initiated into the exotic forms of sex he loved so much. They 
were the best, he told himself, almost drooling at the sight of Mary's 
almost naked body beside him. He wanted to teach her the things that a 
young, fumbling husband could never know. He increased the pressure on her 
warm, soft thigh, and he felt the girl's leg shift comfortably. 

"How long have you been married, dear?" 

The question shocked her back to reality, and she suddenly realized that she 
had been almost mesmerized by the middle-aged man's soft voice and tender 
fingers. 

"Almost a month." 

"Wonderful!" he hissed happily. 

Before either of them could say anything more, George Adams came to the 
center of the darkened room and asked for their attention. 

"Kids, I have a special treat for you tonight! Something to get the party 
going!" George smiled as he heard the murmurs of approval from his guests. 
"I'd like to present Angela from Ti...jua...NA!" 

As George Adams barked out the last syllable, a spotlight came on to focus 
on a large pillow near the center of the room as a young, innocent-looking 
Mexican girl appeared in the doorway and walked to the center of the room. 
She could not have been over seventeen and was the most lovely thing that 
Mary had ever seen. She had a sad, melancholy look on her face that 
reflected deep loneliness. It touched Mary to the depths as she felt much 
the same since Ralph had been taken from her. She identified with the girl 
immediately and concentrated completely on what she was doing. Her own 
emotions seemed inextricably bound to those of the lonely creature, and she 
felt tears of sympathy begin as they often did when she watched an 
exceptionally sad scene in the movies. 

The girl carried a framed picture and she looked longingly at it for a 
moment and then pressed it tenderly to her full young breasts, outlined 
clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. She placed the photograph 
gently on the pillow and began to undress. 

She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing the high-set calves -- 
then the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, 
held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with 
the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh. 

Mary could hear sounds of delight from the males as the dress snaked upwards 
over the girl's head and her beautifully-rounded torso appeared. Her bra 
fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her 
firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the 
spotlight, and their quivering turgid nipples stood out on the luscious 
half-spheres, peaking higher as the girl raised her arms high over the 
splendid body, pulling the long black hair up then releasing it to cascade 
softly over her alluring shoulders. 

The young girl was almost naked now, in high heels, long black hose, the 
garter belt and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over 
slowly, her back to the audience. Slowly, she drew the silk panties 
tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks -- brushing them 
sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves and discarding them by the 
dress at her feet. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the 
front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now -- from her high, rounded 
breasts to the soft, dark triangle of her womanhood. 

Mary shifted on the couch, unconsciously straining for a better look at the 
lovely girl. She was puzzled by the girl's seeming obliviousness to the 
people in the room with her. How could she so calmly undress in front of 
strangers? 

The dark-haired young girl lay down on the pillow, the picture of her absent 
lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could only mean 
one thing! 

She was aroused and needed release' 

Mary almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand massaged her own breasts in 
tiny, teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing 
hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit 
of her pussy, nestled teasingly in the soft, dark hair between her thighs. 
Her feet were pointed directly at the heavy-breathing young wife as the girl 
slowly worked herself into a burning passion. Her buttocks twisted against 
the pillow as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton 
desire reflected in her eyes. It seemed so real, Mary couldn't understand 
how the girl could act such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered 
lying in her own bed so recently and thinking about Ralph and how she had 
almost gone insane with lust and desire until she had relieved herself with 
her own fingers. She blushed slightly as the guilt flickered through her 
conscience. She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the 
couch cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She 
jumped at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it brought. 
Her breath quickened. 

Beside her, Steve Peters seemed cool and detached as he slipped a strong arm 
around Mary's barely-protesting body and pulled her closer to him. He seemed 
not to be watching the young Mexican girl at all, but instead concentrating 
his attention and hands on Mary. The hand around her waist started to move 
upwards toward her breast, cupping its swelling fullness as the other hand 
gently forced her thighs apart. 

The heat and excitement of the room were beginning to stimulate the young 
blonde wife against her will, and she squirmed against the couch seat again, 
pressing her body down as she fought to keep her legs together. The cushion 
pushed into her, forcing the thin material of the gown she wore between the 
moist lips of her pussy, and her body rocked on it in an almost discernible 
rhythm -- in concert with the writhing girl on the pillow. She could feel 
the wetness between her thighs, and she spread them slightly to gain greater 
contact with the cushion. As her lower body moved, Steve Peters allowed his 
hand to dart into the moist warm crevice, and his forefinger was suddenly 
resting on the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending ripples of guilty pleasure 
through her body. It feels so good, she thought to herself, and I'm doing it 
for Ralph. There was none of the animalistic pawing at her like George Adams 
or Mr. Rose had done. The finger barely touched her. just enough contact to 
send the shivers of delight through her lower body as it pressed in for a 
moment and then backed off. The older man's other hand was lazily circling 
her erect nipple, causing it to strain against the soft material of her 
gown. My God, she thought, how can anything that feels so good be wrong? 

It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the young girl on the 
pillow, but it had only been a few seconds. The dusky-skinned girl was 
writhing more lasciviously now as though she was being attacked by some 
unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the floor beside the pillow, and 
both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her 
fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest together at 
the "vee" of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned with pleasure at the 
sudden contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs and 
pulled her knees up, her toes still on the pillow. Then she straightened her 
legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns and with a deeper groan let 
them fall apart to expose to the excited guests the moistly glistening 
furrow of her young womanhood. Her fingers crawled to the soft, hair-covered 
lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible 
and the mouth-like orifice was hungrily opened. The half-moons of her 
rounded buttocks shone in the stage light, divided by the hot, avid crevice 
between them. Her tiny, hairless anus nestled mysteriously and invitingly 
below the swollen and agitated pussy lips. 

Just as the girl slowly inserted her middle finger into the glistening pink 
flesh, stroking the tiny, bud-like clitoris, Mary felt her companion's thick 
fingers plunge down and cup themselves against her own wet pussy and press 
firmly against her moistly heated hair-lined slit. She could feel his breath 
coming faster, and she was afraid to look at him for fear her lust-glazed 
eyes would spur him on to other things. Involuntarily, her hips moved 
forward and returned the pressure as Steve Peters' other hand dropped from 
her erectly straining nipple and slowly snaked under her soft buttock and 
inner thigh, kneading the heated flesh and forcing her legs apart slightly 
more. He had opened the cupped fingers and allowed the soft flaps of her 
pussy lips to be squeezed between them as his extended middle finger curled 
slightly and began to trace the furrow that guarded her lust-inflamed young 
vagina. 

The sensuous movements of the girl on the pillow increased, and her probing 
fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her contracting cunt, 
slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly 
between the lubricated lips, her legs jackknifed out, knees against her 
breasts as her softly-rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the 
inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined two 
fingers with the first and clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the 
hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, sucking sound, and a low 
moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips. 

Just when the young wife thought she could stand no more of the tantalizing 
and lewd display going on in front of her eyes, she felt a strong and 
insistent finger begin to worm its way into her own tight pussy, and she 
realized with a shock that the man beside her was going to invade her vagina 
just as the young Mexican girl was doing to herself. Terrified that she had 
let herself be lulled into the wanton position she found her body in, the 
young blonde struggled to close her legs against the cruel, probing finger. 
Her movements only excited the panting man more, and he increased his 
pressure as his head moved closer to hers and she heard his whispered voice. 

"Play with my cock!" 

The frightened young woman could hardly believe her ears, and she shook her 
head violently. He was asking her to do the unthinkable. She had never done 
that even with Ralph. Despite the voice within her brain that told her not 
to look, she found her eyes roving down to the gray-haired man's bulging 
fly. The material seemed to be threatening to burst from the awful pressure 
of the flesh thrusting against it. She shook her head again as he repeated 
the words, more insistent now. His fingers had lost their tenderness and 
were forcefully thrusting into her pussy, bruising the tender flesh with 
their ferocity. 

"Goddamnit, do what I tell you!" There was no mistaking the implied threat 
in his voice. 

She had to do it! There was no choice if she wanted her husband home again! 
She tried to tell herself that it would be over soon -- only a few more days 
of desperate loneliness and she would be reunited with her strong, virile 
Ralph. Then the nightmare would be over for her. Her face was burning with 
shame as she reached over and let her hand fall into his lap. 

A long sigh of pleasure came from the man as Mary's fingers began to 
tentatively explore the bulging mound of flesh. It seemed so alive as it 
strained mightily to escape the confining material. She could feel it 
pulsing and throbbing as her hand began to stroke it tentatively. Her eyes 
went back to the girl on the pillow, ashamed at what she was doing to Steve 
Peters. 

The young Mexican girl had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were 
clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable 
passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat 
as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening, making moist sucking 
sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red -- 
straining for a climax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust 
harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side 
on the pillow, her long, dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to 
bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato 
against the spread, straining buttocks, the grunts faster and louder with 
each passing second. 

"Unzip me -- Jesus Christ, unzip me!" There was a new urgency in Steve 
Peters' voice as his fingers continued to flail away at his young 
companion's pussy, jerking in and out cruelly as his thumb pressed against 
her straining and erect clitoris. 

Without thinking about what she did, her finger fumbled for the zipper of 
the gray-haired man's fly and began to pull it downward. Her own breathing 
was becoming more labored as her pelvis began to respond to the brutal 
probing inside her moist vagina. She knew it was wrong, but she had no 
control over herself. Electric shocks were shooting through her tortured 
body, and her hips were moving forwards and backwards in time to the rhythm 
of the girl on the pillow. She had to find release for her own demon desire 
just as much as the other girl did. 

Suddenly, Steve's throbbing, naked penis was in her hand, and her fingers 
closed over its heated surface. It was huge! Far bigger than any male organ 
she had ever seen! Her long fingers could barely stretch halfway around the 
enormous instrument, and she immediately thought of the awful, impaling 
penis in her daydreams. 

"That's it, baby, play with it!" 

For a moment, she hesitated, then she began to pull back on the hard shaft 
to expose the thick, scarlet, blood-engorged head. His hips started to move, 
and she felt her hand massaging the terrible organ, moving quickly up and 
down its shaft, the thick, rope-like blood vessels bulging just under the 
heated skin. Her own pussy was on fire and another of his fingers joined the 
first in the lust-inflamed cavity as she spread her weak legs apart further. 
She had no control of herself anymore, and every nerve in her body seemed to 
come alive as the desire built in her loins. 

"Oooooh ... that feels sooo gooooddd!" she whimpered as her own hand raced 
up and down the rock-hard penis in her partner's lap. She wanted it to go on 
like this forever ... never to stop. Delicious waves of pleasure surged 
through her, and she forgot where she was as the juices began to pour out of 
her moist young pussy. 

Suddenly, there was a loud gasp from the other people in the room, and Mary 
looked up to see a large St. Bernard dog running across the room toward the 
young girl on the pillow. The girl's eyes widened in mock terror, and she 
jerked the back of a hand to her mouth as if to keep from screaming. The 
girl froze in her position of masturbation -- thighs spread and with her 
knees still drawn up to her chest. The huge dog stood there for a moment, 
his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned vaginal area. 

Mary was so startled she unconsciously squeezed the large cock in her hand, 
causing her companion to open his eyes and look directly at her. 

"My God!" she whispered, her voice quivering. "What's he going to do to 
her?" 

"You are new to this aren't you?" Steve Peters answered with a chuckle. 
"It's just part of the act! He won't do anything she doesn't want him to 
do!" 

This was too monstrous -- too revolting, Mary thought to herself. But 
somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying there, shaking with pseudo-fear 
beneath the huge dog was fascinating. She couldn't look away any more than 
she could take her hand from the throbbing cock that pulsed so wildly within 
her grasping fingers. The dog is going to rape the naked and defenseless 
girl, she thought in horror, and it sent shivers of repulsive curiosity 
tingling through her. She told herself that it was something the girl had 
done before, and strangely, she wanted to see the obscene coupling. Her own 
pussy was crying out for relief, straining to feel the first hot flashes of 
exquisite orgasm, and she felt both stimulated and frustrated by the lewd 
exhibition on the pillow. 

The giant St. Bernard lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, 
hair-covered loins and was sniffing. His tail wagged and trembled as though 
he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in mock-terror again as the 
cold nose found and made contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as 
his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, 
the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring. 

For a moment, the luscious young girl tried to squirm away but the dog 
raised his head and growled and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit 
between her thighs. He raised his tongue wetly the full length of it, from 
the tightly-closed little anus, up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt, 
and over the tiny, sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue 
spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft 
butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping 
spasmodically as she squirmed under him, lapping and sniffling at her loins. 

The fascinated young wife on the couch heard a grunting noise, and she 
suddenly realized that it came from her own mouth. All of the gray-haired 
man's fingers were in her hungrily-clasping cunt now, and she was straining 
to force them in even further. Her hand seemed to have a life of its own as 
it squeezed and manipulated his huge cock, from the thick stem at the base 
of his stomach up its glorious length to the scarlet knob-head. She couldn't 
help it -- she had to have her pleasure continue! 

Her whole body was shuddering in the throes of the insane sensations that 
shot through her as she watched the young girl in the pillow writhe in 
rapture as the slithering, thick tongue continued to lick her exposed cunt. 

Suddenly, with a deep animal sound, the girl kicked her legs back over her 
head and pulled the dog's nose forward into her well-lubricated vulva. His 
giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, 
ravishing her upthrust pussy without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks 
streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating 
between the flailing buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the 
rutting lust of the wild driving him. 

Suddenly, without warning, Steve Peters pulled his wet fingers from Mary's 
protesting pussy and pulled her to the floor. She came down on all fours, 
struggling to pull down the thin gown which had ridden up toward her middle, 
exposing her upraised buttocks and wet, burning pussy. Strong hands held her 
down, and she realized with alarm that the older man wanted her in this 
position. His hands snaked around her and began to roughly massage her 
hanging breasts, strong fingers kneading at the inflamed and erect nipples 
as his huge cock flattened itself between her smooth, white buttocks, 
pulsing madly against her tender skin and forcing itself between the twin 
mounds until it pressed against her nakedly exposed anus. Involuntary 
shivers of pleasure surged through her at the contact. She wanted to cry out 
with shame. It was wrong, every part of it, everything she was doing, but 
she couldn't help the excitement that shuddered through her loins as she 
continued to watch the girl and the dog. 

The St. Bernard lifted his head from the pleading girl's cunt to nose her 
over onto her stomach. She seemed to move in abject surrender, her 
resistance gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped 
her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her 
quivering body spread-eagled, face down on the pillow. The huge head lowered 
again, the thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the 
moaning girl's buttocks. 

As the excited young wife watched the obscene display, Steve Peters 
continued to fondle her swaying breasts. Aching to know the glorious 
pleasures that drove the young Mexican girl to such madness, Mary's eager 
muscles wantonly accepted the torturous fondling hands. Every fiber in her 
body shivered as one hand slid away from her breasts to trace a sensuous 
trail down her flat, unyielding belly and glide teasingly into the soft, 
curling pubic hair that covered her mound with a silken blonde triangle. 
Through the moist hair, then pausing for a moment, the fingers slipped once 
again into the wet dampness of her vaginal slit, scraping the tiny bud of 
her clitoris with a shock that brought it again to life. Massive and 
throbbing, his thick penis nestled in the crevice between the undulating 
cheeks of her buttocks, its smoldering fires seeming to burn a tunnel 
between her quivering thighs. A moan of ecstasy came from her constricted 
throat. 

The lust-inflamed man started to rock gently forward then back again, and. 
Mary responded eagerly, rolling her upraised buttocks in rhythm to the girl 
on the pillow while Steve Peters' extended middle finger fucked deliciously 
in and out of her excited cunt. 

"Bend forward a little and I'll fuck you now," Steve said as his cock 
threatened to burst. 

"Mm, no," she grunted through her tightly clenched teeth. "Not yet!" 

"We're wasting time, damnit. You can watch them while I fuck you, and you'll 
get even more of a kick out of it," he told her and saw her shudder at his 
obscene words. He wanted her now and nothing could stop him. 

Swaying gently with a more subtle rhythm, 'her buttocks rolled lightly back 
and forth, the two round cheeks trembling sensuously with each motion, and 
she felt his hands sliding down and parting her smooth buttocks. She wanted 
to cry with shame and desire, but no tears came. Instead, she forced her 
legs apart wider and felt another long thrill race through her as his head 
came down and he began to eagerly lick the moist crevice between her 
jiggling buttocks, stopping for a second to flick his tongue at the tiny 
elastic ring of her anus. 

"Aaaa ... aaahhh," she moaned aloud as the titillating tongue licked rapidly 
between her ass-cheeks, sending waves of blistering electricity through her 
lust-maddened body. She thrust her upraised buttocks backwards and began 
screwing tiny circled around the torturing tip of his wet, red tongue as it 
continued the exciting rape of her virginal backside. Flashes of hot and 
cold shivered through every nerve in her young body as she reveled in the 
next and exciting sensations. It was a terrible, evil thing to think about, 
but when it was happening, really happening, she could conceive no other 
feeling in the world, only the rasping wet, circling tongue that lashed back 
and forth along the smooth, white crevice of her buttocks. Now she could 
only think of pleasure -- her pleasure! 

The huge dog was now nuzzling between the lust-paralyzed girl's legs, 
pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the pillow. Mary's eyes 
widened in amazed disbelief as his head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. 
What he 'wanted was plain -- and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her 
spread buttocks, bending down before the large dog in surrender. His 
relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushed her resistance 
with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs -- just as 
Steve Peters was doing to the desire-crazed young wife! 

The frenzied young Mexican girl was on all fours, and the huge dog mounted 
the spread mounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. It was then that Mary 
saw that white fur mitts had been lashed to the dog's forefeet to prevent 
his claws wounding the girl. The glistening scarlet penis slipped from its 
huge sheath, dripping clear white drops of seminal fluid as the tapered 
point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice, trying to bury itself up 
into her body. 

Suddenly, Steve Peters stopped licking, and a gasp of frustrated relief 
passed the panting lips of his blonde companion. She sensed him rising 
behind her, his tongue sliding along her spine, barely touching her skin as 
he lapped gently at the smooth, white flesh. 

Sobbing, the dark girl on the pillow looked back, shifting her rounded 
buttocks to capture the lengthening shaft of the dog's massive penis. Like a 
bitch in heat, she strove to sheathe the long, scarlet organ in her 
voraciously grasping vulva. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find her 
momentarily relaxed anus and tried to bore into the tiny, puckered orifice. 
With a cry, the girl tensed, evading the long animal-cock. He thrust again, 
his massive cock sliding this time along the hair-covered pussy, its 
throbbing length flailing against the young girl's clitoris. The hot scarlet 
of his jabbing penis contrasted sharply with the fevered pink of the girl's 
passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still-unhoused shaft 
rubbed between them. 

The desire-crazed young wife could hardly control her jerking body as she 
watched the Mexican girl, moaning with desperation, reach back and grasp the 
slippery organ of the dog and guide the point of it into the pink slit of 
her pussy, spreading it wider apart with each awful thrust of the animal's 
body. 

Suddenly, Mary felt the purplish head of Steve Peters' throbbing cock nudge 
up between her thighs and touch her defenseless, hair-covered young vagina. 

The inevitable was happening, and she was more frightened than she had ever 
been in her life! NO, no, she screamed silently, remembering how huge his 
pulsing organ was. He's so big, much too big. He'll kill me! Please, God! 
Make him stop! Make him stop! 

Spurred by her sudden, overwhelming fear, her buttocks clenched together, 
and she drew forward in a futile effort to escape the impending entrance of 
the threateningly rigid cock. But there was nowhere for her to go. She was 
trapped by her own desire-filled body, completely at the mercy of a strange 
man she barely knew. 

On the pillow in front of the terrified young blonde, the giant St. Bernard 
jerked forward and buried his cudgel deep up into the squirming girl's pink, 
grasping hole. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the 
hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief 
came from the girl's contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically 
backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs wrapped 
around her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in 
lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal-fucking she was 
receiving from behind. Her face turned sideways to the other people in the 
room, and they could see fully the effect it was having. Her face was 
contorted in rapture from the delicious screwing the dog was giving her. Her 
large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her weaving torso, moving in time 
to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep up into her, a relentless 
hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly. 

Steve Peters' hands were digging into Mary's soft, widespread thighs like a 
painfully tearing vise, clamping her in position for his first lunge. "Now," 
he gasped, "You put it in!" 

"Please," she begged through her tears, "don't make me, please, I can't. 
You'll split me open. I know you will. Please don't make me do it!" 

He was almost drooling in anticipation as he watched the young blonde-haired 
girl squirm in his vise-like grip. It excited him tremendously to hear her 
beg for mercy. He knew her protestations were real and that she was torn 
between lust and fear of his huge throbbing cock. This was just the way he 
liked it. Soon she would be begging for him to fuck her, and he could hardly 
wait to ram his terrible organ up into her almost virginal flesh. 

"Now, goddamn it!" he growled and tightened his deathlike grip on her 
yielding upper thighs. 

"Uuuuggghh," she groaned at the terrible digging pain that tore at her 
thighs. What else could she do? There was no hope, and in order to stop the 
pain, she quickly reached between her splayed thighs and folded her fingers 
over the turgidly thick flesh of his jerking penis. No, no, she told 
herself, feeling its enormity. It's too big! This man -- he'll split me 
open! 

Her hesitation brought another biting pain from his scourging fingers and a 
squeal from her panting lips. Unwillingly, she pulled the massive purple 
cock-head forward until it nosed against the terrified quivering entrance to 
her vagina. She wanted to cry out and run but could only moan and bite her 
lip as she felt the rubbery tip nudge forward against the moist open lips 
and begin to part their ruffled pinkness with its massive girth. Slowly 
stretching her flesh apart, the probing phallus forced its way up into the 
tight, restricting channel until the entire bulbous head rested just inside 
her damp warm hole. Then, certain that she would split apart any moment, she 
felt the whole length of his lust-swollen pole suddenly thrust forward up 
into her elastic passage with one powerful lunge, grinding its way 
relentlessly up into her moistly heated cunt to the very hilt. 

"Arrrgghhh!" she wailed aloud, not caring about the other people in the 
room. Her whole belly was on fire! She fought to pull herself away from the 
pummeling rod, but there was no escape. She was impaled on the end of his 
throbbing cock and an eternity was passing before her eyes as she sought to 
put out the cruel fires that burned through her tortured vaginal passage. 
Spasms of pain rippled through her stretched cuntal walls, almost making her 
pass out. 

Rolling her head in pain, Mary opened her eyes to see the girl on the pillow 
bucking wildly and shouting lewd encouragements to the dumb beast through 
her clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to 
spew his cum up her cunt. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass 
of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was 
reveling in the humiliation of being screwed by this panting beast in front 
of the gaping crowd. She ground her buttocks back against the animal, her 
body jerking as she continued to cry out for more. Her shining thighs were 
wet with perspiration and the juices which flowed freely from her hungrily 
clasping pussy. 

Mary was caught up in the girl's passion, and she suddenly realized that the 
pain was leaving her impaled vagina. Instead, there was a rhythmic rocking 
back and forth as Steve slowly increased his strokes, plunging his long, 
thick cock deeper and deeper up into the smooth walls of her rapidly 
moistening pussy. She felt the electrifying ripples of passion again, this 
time calling from deep in her soft, suddenly clenching vagina for release as 
its desire grew stronger. Each thrust was stretching the smooth, clasping 
walls a little wider, and she sensed her own body responding in an obscene 
roll of her sensuous hips in time with the strong, hard cock fucking her 
from behind. 

"Mmmmmm," she groaned involuntarily, not displeased that she had made a 
sound. It seemed to excite the gray-haired man to even more passion and she 
felt his massive cock thrust deeper up into her. 

Kneeling behind her, the once-distinguished looking man was contorted with 
lust as he fucked into her tight, hair-lined pussy again and again, lunging 
with all his strength. He was holding her hips captive and fucking her as 
her master -- and that was his greatest pleasure from sex -- the total 
mastery that it gave him over the helpless girls. He could do whatever he 
wished, and she would submit to his demands without question. Before the 
weekend was out, he would take her in every way possible, he congratulated 
himself silently, feeling a new flood of her lubricating juices flow into 
her ravaged cunt. 

He pulled easily at the tender juggling moons of her swaying buttocks and 
spread them, watching the ruffled pink lips of her cunt clasping and sucking 
at his cock as he pounded it in and out of her totally defenseless pussy. 
Suddenly he pushed himself forward and plunged the final, blood-engorged 
inch of his pummeling cock up into her wide-stretched hole, feeling the 
jelly-like fleshy resistance deep inside spread an easy path for the fiery 
throbbing head of his cock and hearing a final submissive gasp of pain from 
her lips. He knew that she'd never been fucked like this by her husband in 
the few weeks of their marriage. From the size of her tight cunt and the 
still-pink flesh wrapped hungrily around his massive erection, he suspected 
that she had been a virgin until very recently. She was nearly new flesh, 
and he grinned idiotically then rolled his buttocks in wide arcs, forcing 
the head of his sunken cock to burn circles deep up in the furthest depths 
of her clasping, hair-covered cunt. Every moist inch of that channel was 
smooth and soft and tight, eager for his circling cock, enveloping it like a 
warm, wet glove and massaging its veined hardness with tingling electric 
strokes. 

Unaware of any more pain, the golden-haired young girl mewled again and 
again at the obscene fucking of her ravished vagina and concentrated only on 
the erupting passion that coursed through her veins. She spread her lovely 
long white thighs wider and forced herself backwards, forcing the panting, 
lust-inspired older man to follow her erotically lewd movements in an effort 
to keep his cock inside her. She cooed at the bushy clump of graying hair 
that surrounded the base of his jerking cock, feeling it whisk over the soft 
inner folds of her engorged cuntal lips and tickle the hardly touched 
smoothness of her jiggling buttocks. She dropped from her elbows and crushed 
her large succulent breasts against the soft rug and began a lusty shaking 
of her upper body, rotating her breasts in small circles and pinching her 
already taut nipples into a greater hardness. Mewling and moaning at every 
delightful stimulation, she cooed even louder as she felt the rubbery head 
of his thick cock probing the deep, untouched frontiers of her vagina where 
none had ever touched before. She was no longer just a neophyte in sex. She 
was, instead, a woman, healthy and enjoying the magnificent penis that drove 
in and out of her pussy with growing ease. She liked the pleasure, the lust 
that had incited her to this heavenly combination of sensations -- it was 
passion, desired for its own end, passion alone, and that was all she cared 
about. 

The young girl on the pillow was still screaming her pleas to the insanely 
pumping animal, and Mary knew how the girl felt as the long, driving shaft 
excited her to new heights of lust and desire. 

Suddenly, the man behind her pulled his gigantic cock out of her quivering 
pussy and pulled her to the floor. A cool rush of air covered her protesting 
cunt, and she felt her legs being spread-eagled as her back sank into the 
plush rug. She felt incomplete without the huge phallus buried deeply within 
her, and she cried out for him to put it in again. For the first time, she 
realized how wonderful it was to have her pussy crammed full of strong male 
flesh, and she wanted it quickly back within the wildly wanting confines of 
her hungry hole. 

"Oh, Jesus ... get it back in . .. PLEASE" she begged him as he knelt over 
her, his mammoth organ poised and ready. She was shocked to see his once 
calm face now distorted with lust as his hands went under her smooth 
buttocks and raised them slightly so that the dark knob of his cock-head was 
in place. She moaned and wiggled in ecstasy as she felt the throbbing tip 
sliding evenly and smoothly into her aching channel, filling it once more 
with the hotly throbbing flesh that had taken her to such lust-filled 
heights only moments before. She raised her legs and locked her trembling 
thighs around his hips, imprisoning his huge instrument deep up inside her 
belly, never wanting to let it go. As he thrust forward and withdrew then 
thrust the burning poker forward once more, she began to clench the smooth 
ruffling walls of her vaginal passage open and closed like a moistly burning 
fist, massaging his cock like a living vibrator. She was in total surrender 
to sexual passion, to his ecstatic moaning, to the electric shock of desire 
and light that flashed through every fiber of her being. Her head rolled 
back and forth in silent reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting 
sensation she could from this wicked, adulterous fucking. 

She was alone in a world of sex and the moment, leaving all thought of her 
husband behind as she felt his sperm-swollen balls slapping rhythmically 
against her bucking buttocks, sending earth-shaking tremors of lust racing 
through her naked loins. 

"Yes, Oh God! Yesss! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she howled 
uncontrollably as he jerked and bucked spastically, feeling the first throes 
of her orgasm building deep in the straining muscles of her belly. Her 
frenzied mind and body were wild and lashing like the untamed sea as she 
begged and begged for more pleasure, more passion and the final mindless 
moment of orgasm. 

From somewhere in the back of her tortured brain, the lust-inspired young 
blonde could vaguely hear other sounds, and she knew that the rest of the 
older men and young girls in the room were coupling as frantically as she 
and Steve Peters were. 

Suddenly there was a cry from the stage. The girl was twisting her head from 
side to side wildly, her long, dark hair churning on the pillow. She was in 
the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily against the 
dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his 
mouth as he fucked frantically into the waving buttocks from behind. Saliva 
dripped from his open mouth onto the sweat of her back. She screamed 
suddenly and rammed against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward, and 
his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep up into her clasping 
vagina. The frenzied girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, 
signaling her own orgasmic upheaval deep up inside her quivering belly. 
Thick white liquid oozed from her tight cunt, squeezing the pistoning cock 
of the dog, thin trails of the sticky white cum running down the ivory 
columns of her thighs and pink flesh, soaking her pubic hair as she pitched 
forward on her face, unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog 
slipped from her mauled pussy with a loud sucking noise that echoed through 
the room and mingled with the sounds of lust and desire coming from every 
corner. 

In a last desperate attempt to get the gray-haired man's huge cock deeper 
within her, the lust-crazed Mary brought her long, lovely legs up and 
clasped her ankles with her hands, spreading her whole cuntal area wider to 
the rampaging organ that drove mightily into her. 

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she screamed out and felt his iron-hard erection 
plow deeper up into her than it had ever been. She released her legs, and 
they came down again onto the sweating man's back, her heels digging into 
his hard flesh as she strove to keep the wonderful cock within her clasping 
pussy. 

Her whole body was a searing flame of lust as his balls beat against her 
upturned buttocks, swinging and slapping against the white flesh as he cried 
out suddenly to signal the race of the sticky white cum up through his 
rampant cock. The frantic young wife's belly and loins exploded in exquisite 
pleasure that shot through her, the delicious shocks buffeting the clasping 
walls of her pussy as they spread heatedly to every tortured nerve end, 
building higher and higher as she felt the white-hot male sperm shoot out 
through the dilated tip of the knob-head and ricochet around the dark cavern 
of her cunt, splashing and warming her every wrinkle and fold of velvety 
flesh. 

"Aaarrgghh, I'm cumming! I'm CCCUUMMIINNGG!" she howled with sexual delight 
as her spasms of pleasure increased to the boiling point. She came again and 
again, each explosion more delicious than the last as the huge cock pumped 
more and more white sticky cum up into her spastically twitching cunt. 

Suddenly it was over except for a few lingering sensations, and she felt the 
long cock slipping from her still-clasping pussy with a loud smacking sound. 
She lay there for a moment, listening to the other people in the room still 
fucking. As her eyes opened and her head rolled to one side, she saw the 
giant dog in his last act of obscene depravity, his huge head between the 
Mexican girl's widespread thighs, his tongue licking greedily at the white 
sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. 

Then, she felt the blackness of unconsciousness, and her eyes closed, 
mercifully blocking out the obscene images. She slept fitfully, her long 
blonde hair tangled over her swelling breasts and her fingers protectively 
cupped around her exhausted and bruised young pussy. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

The sex-satiated young blonde only half-awoke when strong arms lifted her 
body from the warm softness of the plush rug and carried her out of the 
room. Erotic dream images filled her unconsciousness and her exhausted body 
struggled only briefly before relapsing into sleep, her long arms going 
around the neck of the man who carried her so tenderly away from the 
still-copulating couples in the darkened room. 

She only vaguely remembered murmuring her husband's name over and over as 
her slackened face nestled against the man's chest. It was as if she were 
floating on a soft cloud, detached from the rest of the world, her only 
companion the huge disembodied penis which she held lovingly in her slender 
fingers, stroking its soft white skin and feeling the hard ridge where the 
large purplish knob-head joined the shaft. Then, it started to come alive 
and strain against her cool fingers, the rope-like blood vessels pumping 
life into it as the skin stretched and the softness turned slowly to a 
throbbing, pulsing hardness, and her circling fingers were forced wider 
apart by its sheer burgeoning hugeness. Her own lower body seemed to be on 
fire and it was if her loins were crying out for the penis to be thrust 
between her heated thighs. As her hand drew the monstrous cock toward her, 
she felt her legs opening and the juices begin to flow within her 
hungrily-clasping young pussy. Slowly the iron-hard erection came toward 
her, sliding heatedly across her smooth white thigh and sending an electric 
shock through her body. She watched in fascination as her fingers drew it 
closer and closer. 

Suddenly, Mary was wide awake. The terrified girl's eyes flew open as she 
realized with horror that her fingers were encircling a huge cock that was 
pressing into her thigh, and she wanted to scream. This was no pleasurable 
erotic dream -- it was real! In the half-light of early morning she felt the 
hard body on the bed next to her moving slowly and obscenely against her and 
she turned her head quickly to see the grinning face of Steve Peters, his 
gray hair disheveled and his face showing the first signs of the stubble of 
unshaven beard. She tried to pull her hand away from the throbbing penis but 
his hand quickly closed on her fingers, forcing them to remain on the heated 
flesh. "You really get hot when you're sleeping, don't you?" his voice said 
quietly and with a dry chuckle. 

"No. .. I ... I ... where are we?" 

The frightened girl desperately tried to pull her disorganized thoughts 
together. She needed time to think -- to figure out what to do! As she 
struggled to clear her head, she became aware of the warmth in her pubic 
area and realized that the older man's hand was resting between her thighs, 
his thumb pressing against her straining and erect clitoris. She knew that 
the terrible events of last night were beginning to happen all over again. 

"Relax, kid," said Steve, his warm breath fluttering across her naked 
shoulder. "We both had a good rest and now it's time to get started again." 

My God, thought Mary, won't this ever end? Will I ever be able to face Ralph 
or myself after this? At that moment she hated herself, hated her wanton 
body that could so calmly even contemplate the awful things she had done. 
She wished she were old and ugly -- so hideous that no one would want her -- 
even Ralph! Suddenly, she felt it was all his fault! He had forced her -- 
however unknowingly -- into the arms of these brutal men. She had wanted 
nothing more than to be a good and faithful wife to her handsome young 
husband. It was he who committed the crime that had brought her to these 
obscene circumstances! 

"What are you thinking about, baby?" she heard Peters ask. 

Her luscious red lips almost spat out the words. 

"I was thinking about my husband!" 

"Hey, I like that!" the man said, "Comparing us I hope! I know these young 
studs ... all cock and no finesse ... they don't know what a woman needs, do 
they?" 

Despite herself, the angry bride was still blaming her husband and she was 
afraid to answer Steve Peters. 

"He should really thank me," the man continued, "when he gets out of jail 
you're going to be able to show him all the new tricks I've taught you!" 

"You know about Ralph?" she gasped. 

"Of course I know," he answered, "Our lawyer friend told me all about it. 
Don't worry, he'll be home soon. I can almost guarantee it!" 

The relieved girl didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. It was going to be 
all right! All of her anger against her husband was gone now, replaced by a 
fierce longing to have his arms around her. Involuntarily, her fingers 
squeezed the massive penis they were still holding. It was going to be all 
right! 

"Hey, that's better," Peters laughed, mistaking her action. The minute he 
walked away from George Adams' house this delectable young girl would be 
"old meat" to him, something to be remembered for a few hours or at most a 
few days. His insatiable appetite needed fresh young faces constantly and he 
was willing to pay the cost -- whether it was in money or business favors. 
Unless something unexpected happened, she would have her husband back. But 
first, he was going to enjoy the fruits of his purchase! 

Mary relaxed and let the man's hand fondle her tender pussy. It seemed so 
warm and comfortable in the big bed, almost like the floating feeling she 
had experienced in her dream. She wanted to show her gratitude to the 
gray-haired man lying next to her, so she moved her legs apart slightly and 
began to massage the pulsing erection with more fervor. It was going to be 
all right, she told herself. Everything was going to be all right! She would 
show Steve Peters that she held no hard feelings! Slowly and tentatively she 
moved her body closer to his until their flesh was pressed firmly together, 
his body hard-muscled -- hers tender and soft -- the perfect contrast. Her 
full red lips parted slightly as his probing tongue came nearer and flicked 
out to lick them before plunging between her teeth and searching for her own 
oral instrument. His lips were insistently smothering hers, pressing wetly 
against them until she could feel the bristles of his beard. Her breasts 
were being crushed against his chest, the erect nipples tingling with a 
new-found excitement. 

Suddenly, his mouth left hers and she found herself being pushed downward 
toward the foot of the soft bed until her warm face was resting on his flat 
stomach. She still held the large penis in her own hand and it nestled 
between her breasts, pulsing erotically against her chest. Unaware what the 
man wanted her to do, the girl began to kiss the grey-haired man's stomach 
flesh, nipping and chewing as his breath came faster and his hands came up 
on either side of her head, his fingers entwining in the golden disarrayed 
hair, and he continued the downward pressure, forcing her face closer to the 
throbbing penis. 

"I'll bet you never sucked your husband's cock, did you?" he whispered, his 
voice sounding strange and excited. 

Oh my God, she thought, not that! She tried to struggle but it was no use. 
The more she fought the more rigid his hands became until she thought her 
ears would be tom off. How could he ask me to do something so awful? She 
could feel his huge organ pulsing against her breasts and smell a strange 
musky odor coming from the tip of his cock-head where a drop of clear white 
seminal fluid oozed out. 

"No, please I can't do that ... I've never done it before," she pleaded. 
"Don't make me do that!" She tried to push the massive penis away from her 
face. 

"Suck it for me ... suck it good!" he commanded. 

The struggling girl felt sick to her stomach at the thought of the throbbing 
cock going into her mouth. Only an animal could want me to do that! She 
wanted to gag as the thick rubbery head danced in front of her face, lewdly 
pulsing. Fascinated with fear, she could see every detail of the awful 
erection. She couldn't just couldn't allow it to move in between her lips. 

The massive organ pressed into the softness of her cheek, searching for the 
warm cavity of her mouth, pushing against her wildly-blushing face that the 
man held so firmly. She clenched her teeth in fright, her moans suddenly 
muffled as the thick purple head of the penis rubbed against her lips. As 
she struggled to evade the monstrous thing, the man's hands left her ears 
and came down around her throat, cutting off her breath and forcing her to 
open her mouth to gulp in air. The terror-stricken blonde thrust out her 
tongue to push against the invading flesh but it only added to the panting 
man's excitement. 

"That's it ... lick it first!" he said, mistaking her actions for surrender. 

Reluctantly but quickly, the young bride let her outstretched tongue slide 
up and down the smooth hot rod of flesh, hoping that it would satisfy the 
lust-crazed man and that he would not force her to take the horrid thing 
into her mouth. His strong hands at her throat relaxed a little and she 
could breathe again. She still wanted to gag at the salty-sweet taste on her 
tongue and she hoped that his orgasm would be swift. The pulsing 
blood-engorged penis seemed to have a life of its own, throbbing madly one 
minute, then suddenly still and rigid when she touched a sensitive nerve 
with her tongue. 

Without warning a strong hand went to the back of her head and his other 
hand closed over her fingers still tightly gripping the base of the huge 
cock, and the horrified blonde felt her lips involuntarily folding over the 
thick throbbing head of his slippery sex. The corners of her mouth were 
stretched beyond belief and she pushed her tongue against the rubbery 
knob-head in a vain attempt to force it out of her warm mouth. It paused 
there for a split second before the inward thrusting began again. 

"Ahhhhh!" he groaned with ecstatic relief as the warm wet mouth closed over 
the long rigid shaft and sent shivers of obscene pleasure coursing through 
him. 

"Come on, baby," he urged frantically, "Suck it for me!" 

The pain had become so intense in her widely-stretching mouth that Mary did 
not hear his words. It felt as if her jaws would crack as the terrible 
erection pressed onward toward the back of her throat. Her tongue was 
pressed flat by the onslaught of flesh and she felt herself beginning to gag 
as the graying pubic hair came closer to her red lips. Then, just as she 
thought that she could not stretch her mouth another fraction of an inch, 
something in her jaws relaxed and she knew that her mouth had opened wider 
-- wide enough for the brutal organ to slide further in until it filled her 
whole oral cavity with its obscene presence. Tears began to course down her 
hot cheeks at the thought of this humiliation. She wanted to die! To close 
her eyes and never wake up again! 

Before she knew what was happening the hardened blood-engorged penis was 
sliding out of her mouth slowly and she thought it was over. It inched its 
way out past the saliva-lubricated inside walls of her virginal orifice 
until just the massive purple tip rested there. Then, without warning it 
began to slide in again and she felt her protesting tongue swept aside by 
the onslaught. On and on it went until the spongy mushroom-shaped tip 
touched her tonsils and then backed out again. 

The penis-impaled girl knew now that her only hope was to bring the savagely 
throbbing cock to orgasm quickly. She hated the thought but knew it must be 
done in order to cut short her own agony. As it began its slow assault she 
curled her tongue and wrapped it around the pushing organ, instinctively 
relaxing her mouth. Steve Peters sensed her surrender and began to moan 
encouragements to her. 

Sucking frantically at the phallus in her virgin mouth, Mary felt her lower 
body being raised by the man's knee until her smooth white buttocks were 
upthrust and exposed. His rough hand came down and parted the moons, and his 
extended middle finger began to trace an obscene line from her hairless 
puckered anus down into her cuntal area, parting the tender pussy lips as it 
moved. 

Please, she begged silently, don't let him touch me there! 

But there was no controlling her own body as tiny ripples of fire began to 
build in her and her mouth continued to suck the large slippery organ in and 
out of her wide-stretched mouth. She felt his outstretched finger slip into 
the wet crevice of her burning pussy and explore the folds of velvety flesh. 
A rising tide was beginning deep in her quivering belly, blocking out the 
awful rape of her mouth. 

She bucked her body backwards as she felt his probing finger moving out of 
her pussy just as she had begun to accept its assault. She started to wiggle 
her buttocks as a signal, but instead of returning to the girl's 
rapidly-moistening cunt, the finger now rested wetly on her puckered rectum, 
pressing slightly inward. Then, the pressure increased and she felt a sharp 
pain shoot through her as the finger began to worm its way up into the warm 
buttery cavern of her protesting anus. 

The plunging cock in her saliva-dripping mouth choked off the scream that 
had built in the back of the young blonde's throat. Her lips had contracted 
involuntarily, sending a new shiver of delight through the thrusting man's 
body and he began to fuck his merciless finger in and out of the tiny hole 
in time to the pumping rhythm of his cock. 

A strange masochistic pleasure was building in Mary and she found herself 
beginning to almost enjoy the smooth lunges of the thick fleshy column in 
her mouth and the electric ripples that his finger was producing in her 
waving lower body. There was no pain now, only a fierce desire pulsing 
through her, a desire that could only be quenched by the twin shafts. 

She began to suck at the fleshy hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a 
demon, her glands slimy from the mixing of his juices and her own saliva. 
Her tongue flashed around the male staff, licking avidly at his flesh as the 
probing finger continued to plunge in and out of her frenzied rectum. 

The frantic girl had never experienced anything so wonderful. Every part of 
her body was on fire with desire, driving her quivering body on to new 
heights of sensuality. No longer were the invading shafts unwelcome. They 
were alive and bringing her sensations beyond belief. She no longer wanted 
him to cum quickly -- she had to prolong the delicious feeling as long as 
possible -- she wanted it to go on forever! 

Her insides were erupting in a torrent of indescribable pleasure and great 
waves of exquisite spasms suddenly shook her whole body, rolling outward 
from her lust-inflamed loins up through her belly and down through her long 
legs. She wanted to scream but the hard flesh filling her mouth made that 
impossible. Instead, her mind began to cry out silently. 

I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! Harder, shove it in harder! Fuck my ass harder, her 
brain screeched, make me cum harder! 

Without warning, the huge cock-head exploded in a shower of white sticky cum 
that filled her mouth and throat. The pleasure-mad girl swallowed quickly, 
gulping down the salty-sweet fluid as it gushed out of the dilated tip. Her 
tongue continued to lick crazily and to nurse the white-got sperm out as her 
own orgasm rocked her. 

Suddenly, the finger in her quivering rectum was pulled free with a loud pop 
and, joined by two others, plunged brutally into her moist hungrily-sucking 
pussy. A new wave of orgasms swept over her and she thrust her buttocks 
downward to impale the grasping digits. 

"Oh Jesus, you're sucking me dry," the contorted face of the man gasped as 
he drove his spouting cock deep into the girl's hungrily-sucking mouth for 
the last time. 

The desire-crazed young wife wanted to cry out with frustration as the last 
of the sticky cum oozed out of his rapidly deflating cock. Her own orgasms 
were subsiding but she wanted more of the delicious fluid. As the exhausted 
organ slid out of her mouth she licked hungrily at the white cum that clung 
to the edges of her lips. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"I'm sorry the other guests had to leave while you were sleeping, Mary," 
George Adams said, a disgustingly lewd leer flashing across his pudgy face. 

The dispirited girl sat by the edge of the large swimming pool, one long leg 
dangling into the sparkling blue water. Her luscious curves were barely 
concealed by the skimpy yellow bikini she wore. She was exhausted in spirit 
and body, more depressed than she had ever been. No longer did she have the 
excuse that she was doing all this for Ralph! The naked lust that she had 
shown this morning with Steve Peters could only be interpreted one way -- it 
was sex for the sake of sex and no agonizing rationalization on her part 
could wash away the dirty feeling she had for herself. 

"You don't look very happy," the oily voice continued. "Think I won't keep 
my part of the bargain?" 

It took every bit of courage the tortured young bride could summon up to 
look up at the plump, middle-aged lawyer towering over her. She hated him 
almost as much as she despised herself. He was an obscenity! A hyena 
fighting over her helpless carcass! Excited into frenzy by the smell of her 
blood! 

"I've done what you asked. Now you'll do what you promised or I'll ... " her 
voice was cold and flat, "... or I'll kill you!" 

The man's tanned jowls went white and his mouth flew open but no words came 
out. 

"As God is my judge, I'll kill you!" 

The lawyer knew that she meant it. This was no longer the frightened young 
bride he had taken so casually that morning after Ralph's arrest. She had 
hardened over the weeks -especially since last night, and he wondered if she 
could be trusted any further. There was a new determination in her mouth and 
a frightening look in her eyes that spelled trouble for anyone who crossed 
her. 

"Peters still hasn't promised to sign the contract," Adams said impatiently. 

Mary rose slowly to her feet, her proud breasts and long lovely body 
glistening in the hot sun. She drew herself up until she was almost as tall 
as the aging lawyer, her slender hands on her softly swelling hips, her 
golden hair stretching down her finely-sculpted back. Her beautiful features 
were contorted in a lewd caricature of every whore who had ever lived. 

"He will! He'll sign it or I don't know my business!" 

The words came out of her lips but they made a mockery of everything the 
young wife was. Before Adams could say anything more, she turned and walked 
away from the astonished man toward the house. Her hips swung invitingly as 
her lovely legs moved slowly and sexily across the lush green lawn. 

George Adams could not see the bitter tears that flowed down her burning 
face as Mary went toward the safety of the house. 

* * * 

Steve Peters thrust his feet into his sandals and stood up. He felt relaxed 
and refreshed after the few hours sleep and the cold shower. He was a little 
disappointed that the young girl had not been in the bed when he awoke but 
he knew that she would be nearby. 

He paused in front of the full-length mirror before leaving the bedroom and 
was pleased, with what he saw. Not an ounce of fat anywhere, he told himself 
proudly. His lean body could have passed for a teenager's. The mature, lined 
face enhanced, not detracted from, his appearance. Even the grey hair was an 
asset. 

By God, he thought, there's a good many years left in this old body! He 
began to hum a popular song as he walked out of the bedroom and went to find 
his blonde weekend companion. 

Mary was alone at the bar when Steve Peters came into the room. He whistled 
appreciatively when he saw that she wore only the bikini. 

"Morning, baby!" he said cheerfully. "Or whatever it is!" 

The blonde girl turned to face him, a tall drink in her hand. 

"Cheers!" she said brightly, swallowing the fiery bourbon in one long 
draught. She poured herself another drink and smiled at the surprised man. 
"Care for one?" 

"It's a little too early for me, kid, but you go ahead." 

He sat down on one of the barstools. "Where is everyone?" 

"I think our lawyer friend wants us to be alone," she said with a shrug of 
her beautiful shoulders. The long golden hair was flowing down her back and 
Steve was amazed at how lovely the girl was even in the harsh light of day. 
His cock began to warm as he remembered those red lips sucking so hungrily 
at his manhood this morning. By God, he thought, she's a real prize! 

Mary drank her fourth drink a little more slowly. She needed the alcohol to 
get through the day but she was feeling a little dizzy and knew that she 
could easily pass out if she drank too much too quickly. She caught sight of 
her companion's eyes on her pubic area and she smiled shyly and opened her 
legs a little wider. Already the little patch of moisture had started to 
form between her legs and dampen the golden pubic hair. Let him look she 
thought to herself, he's paying for it! 

The middle-aged businessman was pleased and at the same time a little 
disappointed in the girl. The one thing he could hardly stand was for a 
woman to be too open and direct about her sexual needs. It was all right 
once he had made the first move, but the golden-haired girl was being a 
little too forward about wanting to be fucked. He'd have to teach her a 
lesson! 

"You mean we're alone?" he asked. 

"Just you, me, and George Adams!" 

Mary found her eyes wandering the hard tanned body of Steve Peters. He was 
dressed only in a pair of brief swimming trunks and she could see the bold 
outline of the male organ she had so recently taken into her mouth with such 
wild abandon. Steve had been right, she thought to herself, he had taught 
her a few things to show her husband. She wondered how surprised Ralph would 
be if she boldly took his hard penis between her red lips. She was getting 
excited just thinking about it and her pink nipples started to strain erect 
against the thin white top of her bikini. 

Steve Peters suddenly got off the barstool and walked to the open 
sliding-glass door that led to the swimming pool. The lawyer was sunning 
himself next to the pool. 

"Hey, Adams," he called out loudly, "come in here! 

Mary was surprised and a little shiver of fear rippled down her back. Have I 
done something wrong, she wondered suddenly? 

In a moment the thick figure of the lawyer came through the doorway and 
stood waiting for Steve Peters to speak. 

"Has everyone really gone?" he asked the lawyer. 

George Adams paused before speaking. He hoped that he had done the right 
thing in sending the others away. Jesus Christ, he thought, I hope he isn't 
pissed off! 

"I ... I ... uh ... I thought that you and the little lady," his palm swung 
toward the girl on the barstool, "... uh, that you and the little lady might 
want some privacy." 

"And you thought you'd stay to keep us company!" 

The sarcasm in the businessman's voice told George Adams that he had made a 
mistake. "Yes ... that is ... uh ..." his voice trailed off in 
embarrassment. 

Steve Peters wore a look of anger and disgust. He wanted to twist the knife 
a little in both George Adams and the girl. He could see the fright on their 
faces as he looked toward first one and then the other. 

"The deal was for a party," he said coldly. "I suppose you call this a 
party? I've got a good mind to tell you both to get fucked and leave!" 

Mary and the lawyer both gasped at his angry words. Before they could 
protest he went on. 

"I like a little three or four-way action with my parties," he said almost 
petulantly. "What now?" 

The young blonde quietly slipped off the barstool and edged toward the door. 
The man's words had been plain enough and she was frightened. The desire of 
a few moments ago had fled her body, leaving her dizzy from the alcohol and 
afraid to stay here another minute. 

George Adams saw her moving toward the doorway out of the corner of his eye 
and he swiftly crossed the room and held her roughly by her thin waist. He 
could see his dreams of what the contract would bring going up in smoke and 
he irrationally blamed it on the struggling girl. 

"Leave me alone . .. please!" Mary begged, her hair falling over her face as 
she fought to break the man's hold on her. 

Steve Peters was pleased. He was teaching them both a lesson at the same 
time. They're pigs, both of them, he thought. He'd show them what power 
really meant. 

"Bring her over here," he ordered. 

The frightened girl's pleas became more shrill as the panting lawyer 
half-dragged her to the spot Peters indicated. It was all that he could do 
to hold the struggling girl and his frustration was rapidly turning to cold 
anger. 

"Oh God ... please leave me alone ... I want to go home. .. please!" She 
felt the strong hands of the grey-haired businessman tearing at her bikini 
top. It came loose and was flung to the floor. She struggled mightily as he 
hooked his fingers under the elastic top of the panties and pulled them down 
over her hips. Trying desperately to stop him, she kicked her legs out and 
caught him in the groin with her knee. 

"Ooooooowwwwww!" he yelped in pain, his face contorted. Seemingly from 
nowhere his fist dropped the panties and slapped her stingingly across the 
face. The pain was terrible and she could feel and taste the blood from her 
cut lip. 

"Don't please ... don't," she whimpered. 

"Goddamn bitch, are you trying to kill me?" Steve Peters almost shouted. The 
pain was still shooting through his loins. He drew his hand back to strike 
the terrified girl again but he stopped as another idea came to him. A sly 
look came to his face. 

"Get down on your knees and suck my cock until it doesn't hurt anymore!" 

Mary watched Steve Peters pull his swimming trunks down his legs and kick 
them aside as she was forced to her knees by the panting lawyer. Peters 
massaged the limp cock gently as if trying to rub away the pain. Even 
shrunken as it was it looked huge, larger and more obscene even than it had 
been this morning in the half-light of the bedroom. 

In his haste to make amends the lawyer was brutally holding the young bride 
down, pulling her blonde hair into his fist in order to be able to direct 
her protesting head toward the massive penis. 

The frightened girl wanted to scream but she knew that it would only make 
matters worse. She shut her eyes tightly and moved her head closer to 
Peters' loins, praying silently that it would be over soon. 

"Look at it, you bitch," he ordered. "And you better suck it real good!" 

She opened her eyes and found the male flesh only an inch or so from her 
lips. His cock was growing erect slowly in anticipation of the warm mouth 
that would soon envelop its pulsing hardness. Then, the pungent odor 
assailed her nostrils and the heated organ was slowly thrust into her 
unwilling mouth. She choked as the air was cut off but quickly began to 
breathe through her nose as the smooth hot column began to slide into her 
saliva-filled oral cavity. It was no use fighting and she knew it. It could 
only make matters worse for her. Get it over with, she told herself. Get it 
over with and pray that he would find no fault with her tongue and mouth. 

She started to suck slowly, feeling the heated organ stop at the back of her 
throat before beginning the slippery exit until just the large purple knob 
remained-inside her lips. She tried to tell herself that this was no worse 
than the other debasing things she had done, but she knew that with George 
Adams watching it was the ultimate degradation. The lawyer's breathing had 
become labored at the lewd sight of the massive cock sliding in and out of 
her luscious lips, and he was trying to force her head back and forth with 
more urgency. 

'That's it, baby, suck it good ... use your tongue!" Steve Peters ordered 
her, his voice excited. 

She tried to resign herself to her fate as the man's greying pubic hair 
brushed against her lips and his swinging balls hit her chin. Get it over 
with, she told herself again. Why couldn't he have taken her in the bed 
again -- anywhere away from the obscene man holding her hair tightly in his 
meaty fist? She would have been willing to do it for the sake of Ralph! 

Without being aware of what she was doing, one of her hands went around the 
businessman's legs and came to rest on his upper thigh. Her other hand -- 
without any conscious effort on her part -- slipped down between her own 
legs and pressed into her pussy lips, the thumb resting lightly on her 
clitoris. Before she knew what was happening, she was squeezing her flesh 
with one hand while she drew Peters' body closer to her mouth with the 
other. It was dirty and she hated herself for her weakness, but she was 
beginning to enjoy the iron-hard cock pumping in and out of her mouth. With 
each thrust it forced her cheeks apart and she expanded and contracted them 
to give them both more pleasure. Her tongue was racing around the thick 
organ, searching out every fold of skin to lick and suck it madly. The fire 
in her loins had started again and she could feel herself losing control. 

"Jesus Christ," she heard George Adams say in shocked tones, "Look at her go 
... and look at her hand -- she's playing with her own pussy!" 

The man's cruel voice no longer mattered to her -- she was sucking this 
massive cock again and she wanted more and more of it inside her hungry 
mouth. Nothing else mattered but the pure joy of the hot shaft pumping in 
and out. 

She loved the salty-sweet taste of his manhood, the oily semen that oozed 
from the dilated tip. At the same time, her flashing fingers were plunging 
deeply within the velvety walls of her moistening pussy, doubling her 
pleasure. She began to make muffled cooing sounds in the back of her throat 
as her mouth sucked for dear life on the long shaft. She had to have more! 

The older lawyer had stepped closer to her and the lust-crazed girl could 
feel his own cock come alive against her naked back. It pressed against her, 
pulsing and throbbing. 

"Want something in your cunt, baby?" the grey-haired businessman's voice 
asked. 

Thinking he wanted to fuck her burning lust-inspired young pussy, the young 
wife nodded yes and looked up gratefully into his eyes. 

"Get on your back, Adams," he ordered the panting lawyer as he pulled his 
wet glistening cock from the girl's still sucking mouth. 

"Not yet," she pleaded, anxious for just a few more moments of the delicious 
sucking. "Just a little bit more ... please ... Oh God ... just a little 
more!" 

The lawyer had released Mary's hair as he quickly stretched out on the soft 
plush rug. His rigid cock waved insanely from his lower stomach. 

Mary felt herself being turned around to face the lust-inflamed George 
Adams. Her fingers were still milking the juice from her wet pussy. 

"Now get on his cock," Steve Peters commanded the protesting girl. "Hurry 
up, sit on it and start fucking. .. that's what you wanted isn't it?" 

The desire-crazed young girl wanted the mammoth cock which had just slipped 
from her hungry mouth, not the smaller shaft that thrust from the lawyer's 
fat stomach. But it was no use, she was being forced down onto his soft 
body, her legs stretching out on either side of his plump thighs, her 
quivering hot pussy just out of reach of the thick pulsing cock. It doesn't 
matter, she told herself, do it! Her hands reached under her smooth white 
buttocks and pulled the pink, hair-lined lips open wide, exposing the dark 
hole between her legs. Hurry, she told herself, its a cock -- a man's cock! 

"Aaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned as the hard column pressed into her lowering 
body. "Oh God, yes . .. fuck me!" 

George Adams began to thrust upward in rhythm to her downward movements. His 
hands clamped vise-like onto her hips and he pulled her further down onto 
his throbbing penis until she thought the thrusting organ would plow clear 
up into her quivering stomach. 

Her golden hair flew around her head wildly as the girl's frantic body 
bobbed up and down on the skewering cock, forcing moans and grunts from them 
both. She lowered her upper body until her erect nipples were crushed 
against the lawyers chest, sending tingling sensations through her and 
forcing her to cry out. 

"More ... Christ ... give me more ... oooooohhhhhh!" 

Suddenly, the young blonde felt the body of Steve Peters pressing into her 
white thighs from behind. It felt good and she moved her hips back to 
increase the pressure. She knew that her bouncing smooth buttocks and 
cock-filled pussy were entirely open to him but she didn't care. It added to 
the tremendous excitement she had begun to feel. 

Behind her, the grey-haired man was almost drooling as the girl's tender 
ass-cheeks were completely open to him. He watched in fascination, staring 
intently as her tiny hairless puckered anus rose and fell with her frantic 
body movements. The pink ruffled edges of pussy flesh clasped hungrily 
around the slippery glistening cock that pushed in and out, causing the skin 
to pull inward as it thrust mightily up into her lascivious belly. As her 
body drew upwards, the ragged edges appeared for a moment and he could see 
the juices from her sweet pussy running down the large shaft. 

Peters' hands started to caress the jiggling buttocks, pulling them apart. 
His extended middle finger crept, teasingly up the crevice toward the tight 
elastic ring of her anus, his mouth murmuring delightedly as her buttocks 
pushed backwards. Circling the hairless orifice with the tip of his finger, 
he pressed it lightly against the rubbery resisting ring for a moment, then 
harder, applying more and more pressure until suddenly he felt as if all his 
strength were in that single outstretched finger, and he thrust it deep up 
into her rectum. 

"Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!" she cried out and jerked at the unexpected intrusion, 
while at the same time Adams bucked his hips upward until Peters could feel 
the older lawyer's solid cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated 
her two openings. 

Mary gasped in pain, struggling to catch her breath as the probing finger 
and the heated cock both pressed into her. In a moment the pain was gone and 
she relaxed her startled rectal muscles and began to enjoy the skewering 
finger pressing into her almost-virginal anus. The trio's tempo had become 
rhythmic and the young girl almost went crazy with lust as the twin probing 
instruments filled her with a delicious pleasure. 

"Oh God ... yes ... fuck me harder . .. HARDER!" 

Without warning, the frantically-fucking Mary felt the probing finger pull 
out of her rectum with a loud sound and she cried out in surprise and 
disappointment. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh . .. put it back in! Put it back INNNNNNN!" she screamed. She 
knew that once again she had lost control of herself and that she was 
completely at the mercy of her wanton, lust-inflamed body. She would do 
anything -- anything they asked of her as long as they satisfied that 
gnawing, burning passion that was raging out of control through her loins. 

Almost as if in answer to her pleas, Mary felt a new pressure against the 
tiny, clasping anus. This time it was different, as if he were trying to 
shove his whole hand inside her, and the young bride realized with alarm 
that it was his huge throbbing cock that was pressing its purple knob-head 
against her puckered orifice. 

"What a beautiful ass," she heard Steve Peters whisper. "You really want it, 
don't you? You really want me to fuck you in the ass!" 

"No, no, please ..." she begged him. It was too big! He would kill her with 
the awful swollen thing! Her hips were suddenly held in a vise-like grip by 
the older lawyer, his cock momentarily stilled as he struggled to hold the 
girl for the other man. 

"Oh!" she gasped as she suddenly felt the grey-haired businessman's hot 
throbbing cock-head touch the tender white flesh of her bottom. She knew 
she'd never be able to take that into her rectum without splitting her whole 
backside wide open. She tried desperately to move away once again. 

"Don't let her move," Peters hissed, his gaze intent on the widespread 
buttocks. "Hold her tighter!" 

Adams' finger dug into her flesh, forcing the bluish beginnings of bruises 
to form on her hips. She was totally immobile, helpless to move, impaled by 
the lawyer's cock in her still-throbbing pussy as he held her hips tightly. 
She could feel the curling pubic hairs teasing her bottom as Peters' 
enormously engorged weapon searched for its tiny helpless target. 

His hands glided quickly over the two upraised orbs, his thumbs pressing on 
either side of the perspiring crevice, directly adjacent to the puckering 
little anal ring. Then she felt a thick rubbery probing at her rectal 
entrance that grew more forceful as he applied more pressure. 

"God! Don't! I beg you! I beg you! STOP!" she wailed with an echoing scream 
as she felt the thick blood-filled head force the weakened muscles of her 
sphincter apart and slip more than an inch up into her smooth fleshy 
channel. 

"For Chrissake, hold her," Peters moaned. "Don't let her move ... she's too 
fucking tight!" 

The agonized girl felt the excited pulsations of his massive penis 
shuddering through every straining nerve of her naked jerking torso, 
stretching the soft pliable flesh of her rectal passage with racking 
torrents of pain. Her eyes overflowed with tears as she moaned in total 
submission, knowing that she had no way to escape the brutal assault. Then, 
she felt it, the coarsely curling hairs of his groin bristling along her 
ass-cheeks. He had sunk his cock all the way inside her anus up to the hilt! 

"Aaaaahhhhh, ughaaaaahhhhh!" she shuddered, skewered like an animal on the 
end of his throbbing cock in humiliated subjection to his perverted will. 

She felt as if her pelvis were filled with all the cocks in the whole world. 
She was stretched beyond belief by the massive penis in her rectum and the 
smaller but still huge cock impaling her pussy. Only the thin membrane 
between her two passages separated the pulsingly obscene organs, and she 
knew that the nightmare was only beginning. 

Steve Peters was giggling and murmuring to himself behind her, sadistically 
building a slow rhythm in and out of the tortured confines of her anus. His 
deeply sunk instrument was rasping along the rubbery inner walls of her 
rectal passage, pulling them outward when he withdrew and pushing them 
viciously inward as he lunged forward. Then, the lawyer picked up the tempo 
and resumed the thrusting of his now inflamed cock up into her straining 
pussy. 

She jerked spasmodically and trembled as the two pummeling rods slid more 
easily into her smooth damp channels. She had given up her resistance, and 
her subsequent relaxation made the awful pain more bearable. Tears still 
streaming down her beautiful face, she slowly and methodically began to rock 
back and forth, rotating her hips and clasping her rectal muscles tightly 
over the retreating head of the painfully skewering cock. 

"She's ready to fuck now," Peters yelled to the old lawyer, "Let go of her 
hips!" 

The vise-like grip relaxed and Mary increased the rhythm she had begun. She 
felt a masochistic pleasure as the enormous cock plunged slowly but surely 
up into the tight rubbery passage until it was lodged deeply within her 
trembling bowels. 

Suddenly, she felt the pain become less awful, although it was still burning 
her whole backside. Why not, she told herself! Why not make the most of it? 
She felt degraded and humiliated, nothing but a foul receptacle for the 
sperm of these terrible men. But why not let them think she enjoyed it 
rather than to have them think she was going crazy with despair. 

Both men were sawing in and out with a terrible urgency now, almost as if 
they couldn't wait to spit out their seed and flood her tortured body. 

The young blonde began to move more sensuously back against the thrusting 
cock in her rectum, forcing the lawyer beneath her to move quickly to keep 
his pulsing organ from slipping out of the tight pussy sheath. She clasped 
her anal muscles again and milked the juices of his sperm toward the end of 
Peters' pummeling rod. 

A slow fire was building in her own loins as the pain gradually disappeared, 
and she found herself thrusting her body more frantically backwards and 
downwards to force the white-hot flesh of the two cocks further up into her. 
She had lost all of her self-respect -- there was nothing left to do but try 
and re-ignite the desire and lust she had felt only moments before. 

The lewd groans of the two men who sandwiched her young body between them 
began to excite the girl, and she moved her undulating buttocks faster to 
capture an elusive spark of desire that was building within. 

"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn," she moaned, adding her own voice to the others. 

Both of the older men responded by increasing their thrusts, sliding their 
smooth lust-engorged instruments far up into her belly. The sweat rolled off 
their bodies as they plunged their organs in and out in a frenzied attempt 
to find release, filling every inch of her white quivering belly with hard, 
erect manhood. 

"Oh God," she gasped, feeling the shameless sensations replacing the pain. 
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh, oooooohhhhhh!" 

"Yrsss ... fuck me ... fuck me ..." she began to plead, enjoying the huge 
cudgels that were hammering away at her insides, driving her into a wild 
passionate frenzy. 

Her mouth flew open as she gasped with each stab of their organs. Her slim 
finger went into her mouth and she realized with shock that she wanted a 
huge male instrument there too! She sucked lovingly at the digit, tasting 
the sweet juices of her own pussy where her finger had so recently plunged. 

She could feel the men begin to climax, their pressure building to a 
breaking point as she tried to dig deeper and deeper onto the pistoning rods 
of hardened flesh, delighting in the thick hardness that was battering into 
her, driving her wild with the wanton sensations of two cocks fucking into 
her at the same time. 

Her body was raging with fiery lust and the pressure of her own orgasm was 
about to be satisfied. 

"I'm cuummmmminnnngggg! I'M CUUUUUMMMMINNNNNNGGG!" she screamed as her body 
flew crazily between the two huge instruments of so much pleasure. "HARDER! 
FUCK ME HARDER!" 

The two rampaging rods of flesh skewering mercilessly between her long legs 
began to take their toll. A strange masochistic joy pervaded and controlled 
the whole of her body. Why it came and why it was there, Mary didn't know or 
care. Perhaps it was from the very helplessness of her position or from the 
obscene thought of being fucked half-to-death by the two depraved and 
sex-crazed men at the same time like this. But whatever it was, it didn't 
matter. It was here, and there was nothing to be done about it. Her hips 
ground backwards to meet the upthrust of the grey-haired businessman worming 
his delicious cock into her rectum, then downwards to suck in the whole of 
the other cock plunging relentlessly up into her hot steaming pussy. Her 
whole body bucked and twisted, mewling snorts of passion spat from her mouth 
as her buttocks gyrated round and round in tiny abandoned circles before 
their dual assault. 

"Ooooooohhh, Ohhhhhhh, Oooooohhhhhh!" she chanted on and on, her voice 
hoarse from the insane lust-filled cries that flew out. Her breath came in 
wilder and wilder gasps in time to their crushing thrusts into her cunt and 
rectum. Faster and faster they fucked, buffeting her between them like some 
crazed animated doll, the desperate sounds of their groans merging together 
in a mad symphony of uncontrolled sexual abandonment. 

And then she screamed. 

'' A AAA AAA AGGGGGHHH HH!'' and then another instantaneously, " A A A A 
AGGGGHHHHHH! I'M CUUUUMMM IN NNGGGG!'' 

She was out of her mind with desire, her tongue hanging crazily from her 
mouth as she began to grunt out the orgasms that seemed to roll on and on 
until she thought they would never stop. The two men both plunged forward at 
the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly spewing molten sperm deep up 
into the soft, secret confines of her heaving belly. 

"Oooohhhhh, Ooooooohhhhh!" she chanted again and again as she felt the 
sticky white-hot cum filling her body until she swore that it flowed out the 
erect nipples of her inflated breasts. 

There was one last earth-shattering groan rolling from her still glistening 
lips like the sound and fury of death, and then it was over. They collapsed 
in a lifeless heap, the softness of her body sandwiched between them in 
utter exhaustion. Her legs protruded out to the sides like the white fleshy 
oars of a drifting skiff, no destination, no purpose, and no life present to 
ever move them again. 

The only sound in the room was the soft moans of satiated flesh. 

CHAPTER NINE 

"Didn't I tell you that I'd do it!" the smooth voice of the lawyer came out 
at her over the telephone. "I'm getting Ralph out in a few minutes and I'll 
bring him right home!" 

The dejected young wife sat there with the telephone receiver in her hand, 
the throbbing headache threatening to split her skull as it hammered at her. 
She couldn't think of anything to say to the man. 

"Hello? Are you still there?" 

"Yes, I'm here," she said quietly, salty tears beginning to build in her 
eyes. "Please hurry and bring him home." 

Mary put down the phone and stared at it. She knew she should be dancing 
around the room, singing with joy at the news. But there was only emptiness 
in her as she thought of their reunion. Would Ralph know? Would he be able 
to look at her and tell that she was hardly better than a whore? How could 
she possibly face him after the things she had done these past few weeks! 

Her tortured mind tried to shut out the past weekend. To blot out the lewd 
images that taunted her. Her own screams of desire and lust as the men took 
her again and again in every possible way. The mental images of her inflamed 
body begging them to fuck her in the mouth -- in her bruised and torn anus 
-- in her wet pussy -- anywhere! It was as if she had gone insane with 
wanton desire -- insatiable to have her every orifice filled with brutal 
male flesh. And the terrible humiliation as George Adams had sent her home 
to the empty apartment in a taxi, a ten dollar bill thrust into her hand for 
the fare, a check for five hundred dollars from the exhausted Steve Peters 
in her purse. A whore, that was what she was! 

Without any enthusiasm, the young girl rose from the couch and went into the 
bathroom to wash her face with cool water. The image that looked back at her 
from the mirror mocked her. Slowly, as if in a trance, she combed her hair 
and applied make-up. Then, she went into the bedroom and slipped on a skirt 
and blouse. She was just finishing her dressing when she heard the front 
door open and the strong resonant voice of her husband call out. 

"Honey, where are you?" 

Tears of shame were flowing freely as she ran into the front room and she 
threw herself into his arms, pressing her long soft body against his 
well-muscled chest and feeling his arms come around her. 

"Hey, baby, don't cry! It's all right... I'm home!" 

The unhappy girl sobbed as if the world were ending instead of just 
beginning for her. She hid her face in Ralph's chest, not wanting him to see 
the guilt written there -- the guilt she guessed he would see immediately. 

He was crushing her, squeezing the life out of her terrible body, and she 
felt his hands begin a gentle massage of her swelling hips. Despite herself, 
the heat was rising in her loins, forcing her body even closer against his 
until her tender nipples came slowly erect and strained against the material 
that imprisoned them. How could he want her now? Didn't he realize what she 
was? 

"Oh darling, it's been so long ... I want you so badly," he murmured into 
her ear, his breath coming faster as his hands kneaded her warm flesh. 

Ralph led his trembling young bride into the bedroom, wanting her more than 
anything he had ever wanted in his life. He had to have her now! 

She watched him as he shed his clothing quickly, her tears had stopped and 
she knew that it was going to be all right! They would work it out together 
somehow! How foolish it had been of her to even think of confessing her 
awful secrets to him. She could feel the wild desire coursing through her 
body at the sight of her handsome and virile young husband. Her eyes went 
automatically to his groin as he stepped out of his shorts and his long hard 
erection jumped toward her, pulsing and throbbing as she gasped at its 
forgotten size. 

"Hurry, darling. I want you so badly," he choked out as his hands began to 
pull the clothing from her body. 

It was going to be all right! 

Her own frantic hands helped him to tear the last bit of nylon from her 
lovely body and she felt herself being pulled down onto the bed, his mouth 
crushing down on the soft fleshiness of her breasts like a starving man. He 
was massaging the firmness of her thighs, the softness of her round, 
swelling buttocks, his fingers trembling with desire. 

She moaned as she moved her hips underneath him, pushing upwards at his 
hard, swollen penis. 

"Do it to me ... fuck me!" she whispered, no longer afraid of the forbidden 
word. 

The coarseness of his wife's words excited him tremendously after his long 
period of celibacy and his pulsing cock plunged brutally into her moistly 
hungering flesh, exploding the sticky white cum almost immediately. His 
penis went limp, despite her tortured movements and the little mewling 
sounds she made. 

My god, she thought in frustration, it can't be over! Her pussy was burning 
up with lust and she almost burst into tears of anger as the limp flesh 
slipped out of her. 

"I'm sorry, Mary," he was saying, "I guess I just couldn't hold it!" 

The young bride cradled him in her arms and looked in his face, the handsome 
face that was etched with a mixture of pleasure and sorrow that he had not 
satisfied his wife. 

"Don't worry, darling. It'll be better in the morning. I've waited a long 
time already ... I can wait until then," she lied. 

Ralph fell asleep almost immediately, his legs and arms still entwined in 
hers. Mary lay there and stared at the ceiling. The dull ache of unfulfilled 
desire lay over her like a leaden weight. 

"Why ... why ..." she whispered to herself. She looked down at her husband 
while he slept and wondered if this was to be her punishment -- doomed to 
bear the naked lust like a hair shirt while he slumbered on -- satisfied and 
satiated. 

She lay there trying to drift off to sleep, but the frustration that had 
built up in her body would not allow her to rest. She tossed and turned, 
hoping that Ralph would wake up and that they could make love again -- not 
the quick, almost mechanical, lovemaking that he had given her -- but a deep 
satisfying experience that she could remember for the rest of her life. It's 
just not fair, she thought. Why was he so selfish ... so quick! 

Her hands ran over her breasts feeling the tautness of her nipples and down 
over the slight curve of her stomach to the juncture of her legs. She kept 
her thighs together, trying to alleviate the teasing, building desire that 
was buried there, but she couldn't quench the need in her loins. 

Finally, in desperation, she slipped quietly from the bed and dressed. She 
wanted to walk, to go out into the cool evening air and forget the animal 
need within her. She looked down at her still sleeping husband before she 
left the bedroom and the apartment. He lay there like a baby, a smile 
playing across the lips that had crushed her own. 

As she strode down the long hallway she heard a door open behind her and a 
familiar voice call out. 

"Evening, Mrs. Stewart," the voice of Mr. Rose said. "Care to come in and 
have a drink?" 

Mary turned against her will.. She wanted to hurry away from the awful man 
-- to run and run until her tired body no longer felt anything but the sweet 
black unconsciousness of exhaustion. 

The building manager stood in his doorway, his lean body outlined against 
the dim light behind him. A lewd, mocking grin was on his face as his eyes 
wandered over her luscious young body. 

As the young girl felt her legs begin to move toward the man her hips began 
to roll in an involuntary whorish movement. Don't go! She heard the voice in 
her mind but it was too late. She had looked for love with Ralph but the 
other overwhelming need was too strong for her. Her lust-glazed eyes went to 
the man's loins and she could see the bold outline of the pulsing flesh 
beneath his soiled trousers. 

"I'd love a drink, Mr. Rose," she said huskily as her hand went down and her 
fingers closed over the massive throbbing flesh. "But later ... much later!" 


End
