BSS-758  A Naked Pile-Up
(Blake Simmons)


FOREWORD 

It has become clear in recent times that the once time-honored institution 
of marriage is under severe attack. In the advanced industrial societies we 
see this trend mirrored in the ever rising tide of divorce and separation 
that at times seems to threaten the majority of marriages. We hear repeated 
warnings that the existence of the family itself is at stake, and with it 
the very fabric of life as we know it. 

But it is usually the less visible manifestations of a problem that pose the 
most insidious dangers, more threatening because they are so much harder to 
recognize. They merge into the confused background of our daily lives and 
their very familiarity cloaks them with the guise of normality. The 
increasing divorce rate has already been mentioned, but what about the 
millions of married couples who live lives of quiet desperation, unable to 
recognize the nature of the emotional trap that has closed around them? This 
is the theme that author J. Wheatfield has so courageously chosen for the 
subject of this book. 

Mr. Wheatfield pulls no punches as he delves straight into a world of 
paralyzing hypocrisy, of the claustrophobia of mutual jealousy and the 
dehumanizing struggle for petty victories that mars the relationship between 
couples who have refused to grow emotionally. After the problems have been 
clearly set out, we are given a first-hand glimpse into the inner workings 
of one of the more recent and least understood efforts of struggling 
individuals to come to terms with the realities of modern life. We find 
ourselves faced with a new movement, perhaps less drastic than divorce, but 
certainly more threatening to our traditional moral code. Adultery, 
wife-swapping, 'swinging', whatever name it bears at the moment, this 
current trend is seen by the tradition-bound as a debased and sinful way of 
circumventing the vows of matrimony. 

But beyond the shocked and indignant reactions of its critics, one may sense 
in this subject a fresh new breeze of unabashed freedom and open-minded 
experimentation, coupled with a courageous attempt to reverse the seemingly 
unavoidable increase in personal unhappiness among married couples. 

Will this new and daring experiment work? Can it save a threatened 
institution? Only the future holds the complete answer. The purpose of this 
book is not to pass judgment but to present a case study of just such an 
experiment, an encounter between two couples, people who bear general 
characteristics that we can easily recognize in our friends and neighbors 
and perhaps in ourselves. Any final judgment is left up to the reader. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Janet Thompson sat forlornly at the dining room table, unaware of the 
beautiful California morning outside the window of the tract house that she 
shared with Paul, her husband. Paul had left for work just a few minutes 
ago, and Janet didn't know how she had been able to hide the shocked misery 
that had been tearing at her heart while she prepared his breakfast. But 
then he was not always at his best in the morning and usually didn't come 
fully awake before his fifth cup of coffee. 

Large tears were welling up in Janet's beautiful blue eyes, making them seem 
to melt, almost as if the brilliant blue of the irises themselves would 
begin to flow down the soft ivory curve of her cheeks and splash brilliantly 
on the gleaming table-top. Her lips parted a little, stung by the salt taste 
of a tear, and another hung heavy for a moment then fell gently towards her 
proudly up-thrust breast. It struck, hesitated for a moment, then ran 
smoothly down her cleavage, disappearing inside the flimsy material of the 
short nightgown she was wearing. She shivered a little. 

Janet sat for nearly ten minutes without moving, her head bowed, her 
beautiful golden hair hanging loosely over her grief-stricken face. Inside 
her own mind she tried to convince herself that it was all just a bad dream, 
that the envelope really hadn't come yesterday afternoon, brought to the 
door by a special messenger. Oh, if she had only noticed what company the 
messenger was from then she might have been able to find out who had sent 
the filthy thing. 

The envelope! Her eyes involuntarily went to the bookcase. She sat frozen 
for a moment, indecision washing over her, then she made up her mind and 
rose quickly to her feet. 

She stood for a moment, her long smooth legs left naked by the shortness of 
the nightgown. Her full, perfectly rounded breasts held the thin material 
away from the rest of her body and the darker tips of her slightly erect 
nipples were clearly visible. The nightgown emphasized rather than hid the 
perfection of her body. She stepped, towards the bookcase and, as she passed 
by the lamp, the light shone through the filmy fabric and outlined the 
inward curve of her stomach and lower down, the soft swelling of her belly 
just before it merged with the broad sweep of her generous hips. As she bent 
over the bookcase, the nightgown pulled up a little showing a gentle shading 
where her legs joined her swelling buttocks. 

She pulled several books from the shelf and then reaching far back in the 
bookcase, brought out a large manila envelope. The distressed young wife 
straightened a moment, weighing the envelope in one hand then moved back to 
the table with it. She sat down before she finally opened it. Reaching 
inside, she pulled out several glossy black and white photographs. The backs 
of them were to her and she hesitated before turning them over. Even though 
she had seen them before, she could not keep from gasping in shock as the 
photographs looked back up at her. 

They were filthy! 

Her stomach sickened at the tangle of naked flesh portrayed in each 
photograph. Most of them showed a man and woman engaged in the most 
degrading kinds of sexual perversions with one another and a few showed 
several people; it was impossible to tell how many the way the arms and legs 
and heads were tangled and interlocked in an insane jumble of lust. 

At the best of times Janet would have been horrified and sickened by the 
disgusting acts portrayed in the films. Sex was an uncomfortable subject to 
her, and perverted sex utterly unbelievable. But it was not the sheer 
depravity of the pictures that made misery and fear lay heavily on her 
heart. She would normally have just thrown them away and put them quickly 
from her mind. No, there was more to it than that. 

The man in the pictures was her husband, Paul! 

A dazed confusion continued to grip her for several minutes, but then the 
inevitable thoughts began to trickle through her mind and they soon became a 
flood. How could he? What did it mean? Who could have sent the pictures and 
why? She started to cry again, but then made herself stop, determined to 
work this thing out in her own mind. 

The evidence before her of her husband's betrayal of their marital vows 
after less than two years of marriage caused her to search her memory for 
the first signs of his growing indifference to her. When had he started to 
treat her differently? 

It had all been so different before they were married. Her mind drifted back 
to when she had been living with her parents and had met Paul. Although she 
had dates before she met him, she had never been serious about them and had 
never, ever, gone to bed with anyone. Paul had been the first and only man 
in her young life. And now ... The tears started to flow again, and Janet 
found that for the first time she was thinking of leaving Paul, of going 
home to her parents, where she could be safe and secure. She loved her 
parents and they loved her. Her father was a fine man, a gentleman, and 
treated her kindly and lovingly. 

Janet had developed early. When she had entered high school, she already was 
shapely and drew crude wolf calls from the boys and heard them mutter smutty 
suggestions to her in class and when she was walking down the hall. She 
hated P.E. when she had to don the gym uniform and run out on the field, her 
breasts jouncing as all the boys ran to the fence that separated the 
practice field. She would go through calisthenics while the boys hooted and 
made catcalls and some even called out vulgar suggestions until their gym 
teacher would come get them and force them away. Even a few of the younger 
male teachers looked at her with something other than an academic interest. 

Rather than being proud of her body, she had always been ashamed of it. It 
was too fine-boned and voluptuous, too beautifully curved and refined. No 
one would ever have trouble telling she was a woman. When she walked, it was 
like oil pouring or jello quivering. She couldn't help it and, at home, in 
the privacy of her room, she had practiced walking in a way that wasn't 
suggestive. She wore high necked clothes and stayed away from miniskirts. 

The few boys that penetrated this camouflage and knew what a prize lay 
underneath had to meet with her parents' approval before she was allowed to 
go out with them. Her parents were strict yet loving. She had had long talks 
with her mother about the 'state of matrimony' and what was expected and 
what was allowed and what was 'decent'. Her parents were religious and Janet 
naturally was too. Most of her dates were at church socials which were 
chaperoned and supervised and most of her dates were with a young boy named 
Peter Brookes. 

Her parents had approved of Peter and, although there was whispered gossip 
that Peter was just "a little too refined, a little too effeminate for his 
own good." Janet had liked him and had enjoyed going on dates with him. 
Peter was always a gentleman, a good dancer, and funny. And, with Peter, she 
had felt 'safe'. He would never do anything to embarrass her. It had been 
fun being with Peter, almost as if he had been another girl friend, and she 
was sorry that he finally moved away, to New York City, where he got a job 
decorating windows for Macy's. Peter had always been clever and, when 
picking her up for a date, had sat and chatted with her mother about 
interior decorating. 

Wistfully, Janet wondered if she could ever find Peter again. It would be 
nice to see him and talk with him. Her mother had always hinted that perhaps 
Peter might be a nice young man to "get serious with." 

Janet sighed and wondered, if they had continued dating and gotten married, 
just what their wedding night would have been like. Certainly not like what 
had happened with Paul. 

After the wedding, Paul had driven with breakneck speed to the hotel where 
they were going to stay the first night of their honeymoon. He had driven 
with a half-drunken restlessness, and several times she had pleaded with him 
to slow down. In their room while she had demurely retired to the bathroom 
to change into her negligee, Paul had drunk like a crazy man from a bottle 
of Scotch some friends of his had given them at the reception. 

Coming from the bathroom, Janet had hoped it would be the way she had always 
dreamed it would be, the way her mother and minister told her it should be; 
a thing of beauty and tenderness and understanding and, somehow, some way, 
being "nearer to God and Christ." Her mother told her that her own wedding 
night had been a thing she would never forget as long as she lived. "Your 
father was so understanding and so refined, I fell in love with him all over 
again." 

But, instead of her father sitting in the chair, rising gallantly when she 
walked into the room and being a gentleman and doing ... Janet wasn't really 
sure what he had done or what anyone was supposed to do ... she just 
imagined music and a good feeling and..."being nearer to God." Instead, 
there was Paul, a glass of Scotch whiskey in his hand, his eyes glazed and 
his speech thick. His face was covered with sweat as he lurched to his feet, 
and his eyes ... his eyes were lustful and greedy and disgusting as he took 
in her body ... then he swore and grabbed her and threw her down on the bed 
and, like an animal, like a wild man, he tore at his clothing and then at 
her beautiful new negligee and ripped it, ruining it forever. 

It had been a nightmare, with her pleading, trying to keep her voice down so 
no one could hear, trying desperately to talk to him, to penetrate his 
alcoholic haze. But he only grunted and slurred filthy words and hurt her 
until, lying on top of her, her negligee torn half off her body, with his 
crude hands pawing her, massaging her in secret and intimate places, she had 
submitted and he had brutally ravished her. 

And she had loved it! 

A guilty, lustful, hideous feeling had swept over her and, for a split 
second, there had been the lewd, obscene knowledge in her body; that 
guilt-ridden lubricious knowing that she was doing something terribly wrong 
and depraved and perverted ... and loving it! 

She was not what she thought she was! She was not like her mother! She was 
not a good person! Nor was Paul, for he was dragging her into evil ways, and 
she wanted to shout, to scream for him to go on with his pleasurable 
plundering of her body. But ... then ... suddenly he roared and his body 
stiffened, and she felt his wildly jerking penis grow in spasms in her 
throbbing vagina ... and she felt his cum, hot and plentiful, shooting up 
into her, filling her belly with a hot wetness. 

A compelling lewdness had swept through her body, a feeling that she had 
never known before. She felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss, and 
knew she could abandon all her training and she could fall, wanton and lewd, 
into a deep valley of sin and sex and never return. She felt her body alive 
and tingling with this unholy electricity causing her hips to grind in an 
alien animal way, as she reached for something that vague promise. It was 
then that Paul grunted and his body relaxed and all his sodden alcoholic 
weight pressed down on her nakedly trembling breasts ... and he passed out. 

It took some doing to get him off her, but he finally rolled over and began 
snoring loudly. The unsatisfied young bride was left lying on the bed, her 
desire wandering, her guilt coming back. She put her hands over her face and 
cried. This was not the way it was supposed to be, this was not anything but 
an animal act, a mindless pleasure of the flesh. And she was no better than 
he. She had let him throw her around and treat her like a whore and to her 
own growing horror, she knew she would have acted the same way if he hadn't 
passed out. 

Crying, the new bride had stumbled into the bathroom and looked at her 
tearstained face in the mirror, at her beautiful full-moon breasts with red 
marks where he had roughly clutched them. Using a towel, she gingerly dried 
her vagina and wiped his lewd sperm from the insides of her thighs. Then, 
fighting tears and gritting her fine white teeth, she looked in the mirror 
at her fine-boned face with its soft rounded features and her wide blue eyes 
and vowed that she would never be used in such a manner again. 

And she had meant it! She had never let him take her again roughly and 
crudely, and she rigidly suppressed any answering sensations in her own 
body. Night after night, she lay there and endured. One time, Paul had tried 
to bury his face between her dutifully opened thighs, but she had leaped off 
the bed, shocked at such depravity, and had locked herself in the bathroom. 
After a year, they did not make love very often, and Paul would sometimes 
become bitter and say that it was hardly worth the effort anyway. The young 
wife said nothing, but deep in her own mind she felt a fierce glow of 
sadistic pleasure, a joy at paying him back for what he had done to her on 
their wedding night. 

Now, as she sat at the kitchen table with the lewd and obscene pictures 
spread before her, Janet felt a wave of vengeful anger sweep over her. How 
dare he, she thought to herself. Whatever might happen between them 
privately, what right did he have to seek out other women? She looked at the 
photographs again and saw that some of the things he was doing in the 
pictures were just some of those horrible unmentionable things he had tried 
to do with her. She felt a tremendous desire to get even, to make him 
suffer, and she was startled at the odd churning sensation that this desire 
caused deep in her belly. She quickly put the thought out of her mind. 

She began to sob again. Oh, why couldn't things have been different, she 
cried to herself. Except for sex, they had a very good marriage. Paul was 
thoughtful and considerate and they shared many interests. Why couldn't it 
have been the way it was with her parents, so beautiful and pure and loving. 
She knew that it was possible to have an entirely successful marriage 
without stooping to such perverseness. She knew she was right and that she 
should continue to refuse to give in to his wicked desires. 

Her mind spun with confusion. There were so many things pulling and tearing 
her in different directions. She knew that she loved Paul and would do 
anything within the bounds of decency to win him back to her. But at the 
same time, she felt a lurking desire for revenge somewhere deep in her 
churning belly, and, unknown to herself, her own sexual starvation was 
making itself felt. She and Paul had not made love for over three weeks and 
her ripe young body needed it, even if she couldn't admit it to herself. So 
she sat there miserably, trying to think what she should do and finding no 
answers. Then her beautiful face lit up and she blinked. Of course! Laura! 

Laura Jamison would help her! Laura would know what to do! Feeling better, 
the distressed young wife jumped up from the table and ran to get the phone 
book, her out-thrusting breasts jouncing with the movement, and the 
nightgown riding high up on her hip, giving a momentary glimpse of the soft 
golden down at the apex of the upward curve of her smooth thighs. 

It made her feel more secure to think of Laura. Laura was older than Janet, 
about thirty. They had met and become friends in secretarial school. Janet 
had tried a year or two of college, but had not thought it was the place for 
her, so she had dropped out when she was nineteen and decided to learn a 
trade. One of the first persons she had got to know at the school was Laura. 
At first she had been nervous around the older woman, not only because she 
was more mature but because of something in the older girl's manner that 
hinted at a knowledge of dark and bitter secrets, almost an evil knowledge. 

Laura had been married before, and after her divorce she had joined the 
Secretarial School, planning to make her own living from then on. But she 
had married the first man she had worked for after her graduation, Pete 
Jamison, a successful contractor. Janet shuddered a moment, wondering just 
what Laura saw in him. Pete was a big crude man with a hard and brutal 
force; he was always making lewd comments and his voice was too loud. But 
then there was that odd streak in Laura. Sometimes Janet wondered why she 
and Laura were friends; they were so different, but perhaps it was just that 
she felt Laura was someone she could turn to in times of trouble. Kind of 
like the older sister she had never had. 

She dialed the Jamison residence, then waited tensely for what seemed to be 
an inordinately long time. She was beginning to wonder if there was anyone 
home when she heard the phone being picked up on the other end of the line. 

"Hello." It was Laura's soft lazy drawl. 

"Laura," Janet said haltingly, but she didn't know how to begin. There was a 
little silence. 

"Hello," the older woman repeated, "Who is this? Is that you, Janet?" 

"Yes, it's me. I ... I...." Janet's voice faltered and she began to sob. 

"Hey, what's the matter, honey?" There was concern in Laura's voice. It took 
several minutes before she could calm down the younger girl, but eventually 
Janet haltingly told her of receiving the lewd photographs. 

"Oh, God, what am I going to do?" Janet wailed. "I don't want to lose Paul, 
but I don't see how I can compete with all those other women. I guess I'm 
just not exciting enough for him." 

"Well, I don't know what to do either, honey." There was a pause. "Hey wait 
a moment!" Laura said excitedly. "What was that you just said?" 

"I ... I don't know. What do you mean?" 

"What you said about not being able to compete," Laura said triumphantly. 
"About you not being exciting enough for him." 

"Well, you know what I mean," Janet said with embarrassment. "I just 
couldn't make myself do the same things that those girls were doing in those 
awful pictures. You know what I mean, don't you?" the embarrassed young girl 
asked plaintively. 

Yes, Laura did know, she reflected to herself. She had known for some time 
of the younger girl's prudishness. She also knew she had to move carefully. 

"Sure, honey," she said soothingly. "I know you can't do those things, but 
that doesn't mean that you can't make your husband think you'd turn to 
someone else for comfort and solace when he plays around." 

"Oh, but why would I? ... oh, you mean make him jealous. But how would I do 
that?" 

"Let me think for a moment," Laura was silent on the other end of the line 
for a long time, then said, "Hey, I think I've got it. This friend of mine 
was having a little trouble with her beloved spouse and she hired a private 
detective to help her out. He's supposed to be a good-looking guy, and maybe 
you and he could set it up to make it look like you two have something 
going." 

"Oh, no, Laura. I could never do anything like that. Why, Paul would never 
speak to me again if I did." There was a slight pause as she realized how 
ridiculous her words sounded in the light of what she knew her husband had 
been engaged in. "Well...." she said. 

Laura continued smoothly. "Look. It might not be a bad idea to get in touch 
with a detective anyway, just in case you may have to get some legally 
binding evidence. Let's face it, Janet. Maybe when this is all over you may 
want to leave Paul anyway. I know it sounds cold and calculating but it's 
always better to keep all the bases covered." 

Janet's heart sank as she heard the awful words that her friend had just 
uttered. "Oh, no, I don't want to leave him. I think my heart would break; I 
love him so much." 

"Well, then, use this guy to get Paul jealous and maybe you'll get him back 
between his own sheets. That is, if you really do want to keep the home 
fires burning," Laura added a little coolly. 

There was a long pause on the other end of the line and finally Janet 
blurted out, "All right, I'll do it. Oh, I just hope this is the right 
thing." Then new alarm came into her voice. "What if the detective won't be 
willing to do anything as nasty as this. Maybe he's got a family of his own 
and..." Her voice trailed off. 

'Oh, my God,' Laura thought to herself, rolling her eyes back into her head 
in mock resignation. She hadn't believed anyone could be so innocent. "Don't 
worry about it, honey," she said patiently. "My friend vouches for the guy 
and says you can trust him to know what he's doing. You just call him up and 
see what he had to say. O.K.? " 

There was a short hesitation again, then, "O.K. Could you give me his name?" 

"It's Jack Brady. I don't know his phone number, but it's somewhere 
downtown. You-should be able to find it in the phone book." 

"I'll call him right away then. And Laura, thank you so much," Janet said 
breathlessly. 

"Don't mention it, kid. What are friends for?" Laura said this in such an 
odd tone, almost with bitterness, that Janet became uneasy for a moment, but 
then her mind cleared and she said, "Well, just thanks, anyhow," and hung 
up. 

* * * 

Laura put the phone down and stared vacantly into space for a moment. Then 
she picked the phone up again, dialed, and waited until she heard a deep 
voice at the other end mutter a surly, "Hello." 

"Jack, this is Laura. You'd better get ready for a call from that little 
blonde I told you about. She'll be looking up your number right now. And you 
remember what I told you to do?" 

"Sure, baby. You can leave it to me. You said she was a real good looker, 
right?" the heavy voice almost purred over the phone. "Hey," he added. "When 
are we going to get together again?" There was a note of lustful pleading in 
his voice. Laura thought a moment of the graceful power of his body, and a 
slow tingling ache began up between her legs, but she forced herself to keep 
her voice cold. 

"When you've finished this little job for me, darling. Then we'll see. But I 
think you'll have your hands full for a little while." 

She could almost feel the leer on his face as he answered, "You know me, 
baby. I never get enough." Then he laughed and hung up. 

Laura held the phone a moment before putting it down and then turned around 
to face her husband, Pete, who was sitting back in a chair, an expectant 
grin on his face. 

"Well," she said to her husband. "Our little plan is working. She got those 
photos we sent of her husband, all right, and she really took the bait. 
Youll be in her pretty pink panties before you know it." 

A lascivious grin came over Pete's heavy features. "Great going kid. You 
were really great on the phone. You should be working for the CIA, or 
something. Hey, I wonder what that dumb husband of hers would have thought 
if he knew we were taking pictures of him the other night at our little 
party?" 

"He's not so dumb," Laura flashed at him a little. "He's really a pretty 
decent guy." 

"Sure, you'd think that," her husband jeered back, "the way he had his cock 
buried to the hilt in you the other night. But you remember our deal. I set 
you up with Paul and now you've got to set me up with that tender little 
piece of a wife of his." He guffawed, "I suppose he thought he was going to 
get something for nothing. Wait'll he sees me with his wife's tight little 
pussy spread open in front of me." 

"Okay. A deal's a deal," Laura said, a warm glow coming over her as she 
remembered the tremendous fucking she had got just a few days ago from 
Janet's husband. "But I don't want her hurt. She's a good kid. She just 
needs to learn a few things." She really was very fond of Janet, and one of 
the reasons she was doing this, besides the promise she had made her 
husband, was that she knew the girl was much too prudish and puritanical to 
keep a man coming home every night. Maybe the shock treatment she was about 
to get would help break her loose. She walked thoughtfully out of the room. 

"Sure, sure," Pete muttered after his wife. "I won't hurt her. Just stick 
her a little." An evil grin spread over his face. 

Pete Jamison remained seated in his chair watching his wife's smoothly 
rounded buttocks swaying sensuously out of the room as she headed for the 
kitchen to make them each a drink. God, he was lucky and knew it, he 
reflected to himself. She was one woman in a million. He loved to see the 
lewd desire in other men's eyes as he walked down the street with her. One 
look and every man wanted her! Well, he wanted her too, but one woman wasn't 
enough for him, not for old Pete Jamison. It wasn't that Laura couldn't give 
him enough in bed. Christ, she could wear out any man, but it was the 
challenge of conquering new women, preferably young and shy women, the 
hard-to-get ones. Yeah, that was always the way with him, he thought to 
himself. He always needed the hard-to-get, the innocent, the 
holier-than-thou. 

He thought of his own rise in the world, first from a laborer, then to an 
apprentice mason ... and now he owned his own construction company and was 
making a nice living. But even that was not enough! He had found out that 
there were those who still looked down on him because he had no education 
and his manners were not as slick and phony as theirs. Well, he knew how to 
get his revenge. He got his greatest pleasure from seducing women socially 
above him and reducing them to a crawling humiliation while he made them 
subject to his whims. 

Yeah, he thought in his own mind. He liked to see the proud bitches cowering 
before him, begging for mercy before he rammed his long thick cock into 
their cringing little cunts. It was exciting to hear them moan from the 
initial pain of his brutal assault, but the thing that really turned him on 
was when their tortured bodies began to like it despite themselves and they 
would grovel and beg for more. It was then, after he had completely 
subjugated them, that he lost interest and had to begin searching for 
another victim to degrade and humiliate. 

He remembered the problems that he had had with his own wife, Laura, when he 
first began to initiate her in his little games; but he knew that now she 
was as eager as him, if not more so. He had never lost interest in her, 
because she had always come back to him more turned on after an escapade 
than ever before. He loved to watch her fucking other men and then take her 
himself, brutally. 

His mind turned to the Thompson girl. God, there was a piece. He couldn't 
wait to get his hands on that tight little ass. He was sorry that Jack Brady 
would get to her first, but that was the only approach he and Laura had been 
able to come up with. The little bitch had always shunned him and treated 
him like a common ignoramus when she was forced to deal with him. Yeah, he 
was really looking forward to her complete degradation and he had vivid 
pictures in his mind of her firm young body pinned underneath him, mewling 
and writhing in the throes of abandoned lust while he fucked her to a 
mindless oblivion. 

And he hoped her husband would be there! He was a college graduate, and 
while he had always tried to all appearances to treat Pete as an equal, Pete 
was sure there was still an edge of superiority there. Who knows? he 
suddenly thought to himself. I might even offer the poor bastard the job as 
chief accountant for Pete's Builders if this works out. He laughed out loud. 
It's the least I could do after giving his wife a taste of something hell 
never be able to match. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jack Brady sat in his office, thinking about the phone call he had just got 
from Laura Jamison. Jesus, what a woman, he thought to himself. That fat 
bastard, Jamison, was really lucky to have a piece like that around all the 
time. And now this new one that was supposed to be calling him, she was 
supposed to be really stacked too. 

He was still lost in memories of Laura's fantastically lush body when the 
phone jerked him away from his thoughts. He picked it up and gave his name. 

"Hello?" the voice at the other end was halting and frightened. Just that 
one word served to convey an aura of tremendous innocence. He found himself 
wetting his lips nervously. 

"Yes, may I help you?" He made his voice soothing and warm. 

"Mr. Brady?" the voice said timidly. "My name is Janet Thompson. A friend 
suggested I call you about a very delicate problem I'm having, well, with my 
husband. I ... I was wondering if you could help me?" Brady thought he could 
detect a note of surpassed sexuality underlying the halting speech. 

"Well, yes, I might be able to. Just what is it that you want done." 

There was an embarrassed pause. "Well, Mr. Brady. I don't know where to 
begin. You see, I got some pictures in the mail and they...." Janet's voice 
trailed off. 

"Yes, you were saying," Brady prompted, but there was still silence. Christ, 
maybe he was going to lose her. "Say, perhaps you find it a little too 
difficult to talk about this over the phone," he said smoothly. "Why don't 
you drop by the office? Perhaps this afternoon. Would two o'clock be all 
right?" He waited expectantly. 

"Yes," Janet said after a moment's hesitation. "Maybe that would be better." 
She felt reassured by the calm manly voice at the other end of the line and 
for the first time began to feel that she was doing the right thing. "Yes," 
she said. "I'll be there at two." 

Knowing when he was ahead, Brady gave her his address and quickly hung up 
the phone, a lascivious grin of anticipation playing over his lips. Barely 
able to contain his eagerness, he went into an adjoining room and began 
preparing the equipment he planned to use in the seduction of Mrs. Janet 
Thompson. 

* * * 

It was five minutes before two when Janet arrived at the address the 
detective had given her, and her knees were trembling with trepidation at 
having to reveal the whole sordid story to a stranger. She had the photos in 
her purse and blushed at the thought of having someone else seeing them. She 
stepped out of the elevator and looked uncertainly about her v before she 
noticed a door down the hall that had a sign: Jack Brady: Confidential 
Investigations. Standing there frightened, she began to lose her nerve and 
was about to turn and go back to the elevator, when the door swung open and 
she was face to face with a large, powerfully-built man. 

"Good afternoon. You must be Janet Thompson," he said in a low reassuring 
voice. "I'm Jack Brady." He had heard the elevator door open and close and 
was taking no chances on losing his client. He ushered her into the office, 
and before she knew what was happening she was seated facing him across a 
large desk. 

"Well, Mrs. Thompson," he said, getting right to the point. "I believe you 
said something over the phone about some photographs. May I see them?" Janet 
forced herself to open her purse and pull out the photographs. She had been 
sure she would feel like crawling under the desk while he looked at them, 
but oddly enough, she felt nothing but trust in the big man. 

Brady was looking with apparently professional interest at the photograph 
which he had already seen before, unknown to Janet. In fact, he had taken 
and developed them himself. But his mind was full of the vision of the 
lovely blonde girl sitting across from him. He groaned inwardly at the way 
her proud young breasts made the front of the demure dress she was wearing 
swell out. She had dressed in her usual conservative, even old-maidish 
manner, but he found that the contrast between the prudish clothes and the 
lush ripe promise of the body beneath it caused his rapidly awakening cock 
to jerk and swell a little in his pants, even though he tried hard to 
control it. "Oh, God," he thought to himself. "If this works I'm going to be 
ramming everything I have into that in just a little while." 

"Well, uh, Mrs. Thompson," he forced himself to say, his tongue sticking a 
little until he pulled his eyes away from trying to see the smooth taper of 
her legs as they disappeared up the overly long skirt, "these are certainly 
interesting photographs, but just what is it you want done about them?" 

It took Janet a moment to get it out but then she blurted, "The man in the 
picture is my husband, Mr. Brady, and I want him back, and Laura ... that is 
... a friend of mine thought that you might be able to help by making him 
jealous and..." she finally ran out of breath. 

"So that's it," he said with a slight smile. "And just how do you expect me 
to make him jealous?" 

"Well, I thought that maybe we could be seen together in a lot of places and 
you could seem attentive to me," she blushed a little, "You know, we could 
hold hands in a restaurant my husband frequents, and ... uh ... go someplace 
where the secretaries in his building are sure to see us..." 

Brady let a frown pass over his face and he pretended to deliberate this a 
moment before speaking. "I really don't like to discourage you, Mrs. 
Thompson, but it's been my experience that things like that never really 
work. And I don't like failure. If I don't feel that I can complete a case 
successfully, I won't take it." 

Janet's heart sank. Despite herself she had been counting more than she knew 
on this stranger helping her with her problem. A small tear appeared in the 
corner of her eye. "Oh, Mr. Brady, I don't know what I'm going to do. I've 
never been in trouble like this before and I want my husband back, at least 
I think I want him back, and I have to do something about these photos." She 
was really sobbing now. 

"Hey, hold on a moment," Brady said in false concern. He came around the 
desk and put his arm around her shoulders. "I didn't say I wouldn't take the 
case, but I just don't think your plan will work. Let me put a little 
thought into it. And in the meantime, I think you need a drink." He went to 
a cabinet set in one wall of the office and opened it, revealing rows of 
bottles inside. He reached in and pulled out a short square bottle with a 
thick green liquid inside. He poured a little into a glass and then added 
some water. "Here, this'll do you good; calm your nerves down." He handed 
her the glass, but Janet hesitated a moment. She was not used to drinking 
very much and she had fortified her courage with an unaccustomed double shot 
of whiskey before she had left the house. The engaging smile on the 
detective's face reassured her, however, and she took a sip of the cloudy 
liquid and was surprised that it tasted so pleasant. And he was right! She 
instantly felt a soothing warm glow spread deep inside her. She took a 
bigger drink and the glow intensified. "What is this?" she asked. 

"Pernod," the big detective said. "It's very good for the nerves." And for 
the inhibitions too, he thought slyly. He watched as she finished the drink 
and then he poured her another. She watched, fascinated as the liqueur, 
normally a deep green turned a cloudy yellow when Brady added water. She 
held the glass in her hand, aware that her head was buzzing a little now. 
She never had been able to drink very much, but she was grateful for the way 
the drink soothed and calmed her. She waited trustfully as the detective 
went back to his seat and musingly thumbed through the small pile of 
photographs. He looked at them a long time and then he suddenly sat up 
straight in the seat as if an idea had just hit him. He stared at her for a 
moment, making his face grave. 

"I think there might be a way," he said. "But I'm not sure that you'll want 
to do it." 

"Oh, what is it," she said. "I'll do anything to win Paul back." She noticed 
her speech was a little thick and took another drink. It seemed to clear her 
head for just a minute. 

"Well, I don't know. It could be a little embarrassing for you." 

Her interest was really aroused now and she begged him to tell her. "It 
couldn't be any more embarrassing to me than those pictures," she said. 

"That's just it, these pictures," he answered. "Your perfect counter move. 
You have these pictures of your husband in, uh, rather unusual behavior with 
these women, so why not present him with pictures of you doing almost the 
same thing?" 

Janet was so shocked and surprised by his words she could not speak for a 
long moment. Brady cut in before she could say no. 

"What I mean, of course, it that the pictures of you would be posed, not the 
real thing." 

Janet started to splutter out her denial but choked over her own words. "Oh, 
but who could take the pictures without getting wrong ideas about me?" 

"Don't you think you can trust me?" Brady asked gently. 

"You ... you mean ... you mean you would take the pictures?" she blurted 
out. "But who with? I mean, who would the other p-person be?" She felt a 
strange tremor in her belly as she half-guessed the answer to his question. 

"Me, of course," he answered. "The fewer in on it, the better for your 
privacy. I have a completely automated photo studio just on the other side 
of that door. In a few minutes you could have all the photographs that you 
need." 

He got up from his chair and came towards her. No, no, her outraged 
conscience screamed in her head. Get out, run away before it's too late. But 
she sat, paralyzed, in her chair, the effects of the strong liqueur blurring 
her mind, confusing her so that she could not make a clear decision. 

Brady gently took her by the arm and helped her to her feet, then guided her 
towards the door he had indicated. He opened it with his free hand, and she 
could see that the room was indeed filled with all the equipment necessary 
for a photography studio, with one addition. 

A king-sized bed stood in the middle of the room! 

She hesitated at the sight of it, but the detective led her through the door 
and shut it behind her. She noticed she still had her glass in her hand and 
finished the liqueur in one long drink without taking it from her lips. She 
felt dizzy for a moment as the Pernod hit her stomach, but it passed, making 
her feel bolder, and a little reckless.... 

Brady moved away from her and made some adjustments to the camera and 
lighting equipment that surrounded the bed. Then he turned to her, a strange 
half-smile on his face. 

"Maybe we'd better begin," he said, and began to slowly undress. She felt a 
strange forbidden wave of feeling wash over her as his powerful naked chest 
came into view. She stood rooted to the spot as he began to fumble with the 
belt of his pants. 

Out, out! Get out now! her mind screamed, but she seemed unable to move, 
like a bird charmed by a snake. She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the 
sinful sight, but she was afraid that he might move towards her while she 
was unable to see. 

It seemed to take only a second until he stood in front of her completely 
naked, his thick hard penis standing out from underneath his flat stomach 
like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He faced her with an odd 
grin twitching at his lips and began to half-unconsciously stroke the heavy 
uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head. He finally 
looked down at what he was doing. 

"I think it will make the pictures more realistic if it's hard, don't you 
agree?" There was an odd catch in his voice, and he seemed to be having 
difficulty with his breathing. His mind was whirling, his overwhelming 
desire for the innocent young wife making him dizzy. The knowledge of what 
he intended to do to this naive little bitch and the throbbing hardness of 
his own cock contrasted jarringly in his mind with the picture of her 
standing before him, fully dressed in her long, prudish clothes. 

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes," he asked in a tight voice. Then 
he saw the horror and apparent disgust in her eyes, and a spark of rage and 
frustrated lust shot through him. Who the hell did she think she was? he 
asked himself. This prissy little bitch thought she was too good for Jack 
Brady. Well, by God, he'd show her. He'd have her whether she liked it or 
not. He moved towards her deliberately. 

The contorted expressions of fear that swept across the terrified girl's 
face like tidal waves began to excite a dark streak of cruelty in the 
detective. His face changed, became ugly and twisted by depraved lust. 
Something snapped in Janet then. She suddenly turned towards the door, and 
grabbing the knob, tried with all her strength to open it. . 

Oh, God! It was locked! She was helplessly trapped in the room with this sex 
fiend! 

She whirled, facing him. He grinned again, crazily, his mouth twisted in a 
lewd grimace. She began to see the sadism in him and watched like a trapped 
insect the faint cruel glint in his eyes, like a hot ember glowing in the 
fire. She tried to speak, but she couldn't make the words come out. She was 
completely frozen against the door as she watched this lewd man still 
stroking his penis to even greater hardness before her. Against her will her 
eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand. 

My God, it was thick! 

In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take 
such a thing inside of her without being split completely apart. He was 
built and he knew it, and he stood for a moment longer in front of her, 
reveling in the fear the size of his cock was bringing to her eyes. He 
started slowly toward her. 

"D-Don't touch me," Janet finally managed to stammer through the 
immobilizing fear. She knew there could be no escape now. He was going to 
ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it. 

"Are you going to take off those clothes, or do you want some help?" 

Janet stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she could do 
against his strength. She was alone and completely at his mercy to do with 
as he wished. 

He reached out with his powerful hands, cupping her face in his palms, and 
with a quick sudden jerk drew her hard against him. With an evil triumphant 
grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers, thrusting his tongue 
deep into the warm moist depths of her mouth. 

She stood rigidly in front of him feeling the upright hardness of his 
throbbing penis digging into the softness of her stomach. A last faint 
thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered across her mind 
but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face. 

"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. I'm gonna do it to you 
nice and easy." 

Then Janet was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around 
her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With one swift downward 
jerk he opened it down to the tops of her ripely flaring buttocks. She could 
feel the cool rush of air against her naked flesh as he pulled it from her 
shoulders and let it fall in a soft heap to the floor around her ankles. The 
snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of 
lusty appreciation as it dropped to the floor and her full white breasts 
burst into the open air. He dropped to his knees in front of her as she 
swayed above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her white 
nylon panties and pulling them slowly down over the soft mounds of her 
fearfully quivering buttocks, and let them drop down to the small pile of 
her other clothing around her ankles. 

There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked while she 
heard him panting on his knees in front of her. She jerked drunkenly, almost 
losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into the naked 
flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of 
her spine, and swaying she automatically reached forward with her hands, 
locking them in his hair to keep from falling. Mistaking this for total 
surrender he dropped his lips to the "vee" of her crotch, spreading the soft 
blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into 
the moist, flowering slit of her vagina. 

Janet jumped from his tongue's electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her 
clitoris, losing her balance and falling backwards towards the bed. The edge 
caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs 
opening wide as she landed. 

Jack Brady leaped forward and caught her in that position as the naked young 
wife kicked to close her legs, clamping his sweating palms against the soft 
insides of her thighs and pressing them even further apart. Eyes open wide 
in abject terror, she struggled against his powerful grip, but it was a 
hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down 
between her widespread thighs grinning up between her proud upstanding 
breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken 
victim and devour it in savage feast. The pink moist flesh of her naked 
vagina was presented up to his-leering face in defenseless sacrifice. She 
lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete, as she watched his 
tongue slowly circling his lips in lewd preparation for the ravishment about 
to take place. 

Again, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs 
resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow torturing 
outward movement of the thumbs he drew the ragged pink lips slowly apart 
exposing the moist pink slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it 
greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head 
and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the 
warmly throbbing walls of her pussy. 

Janet jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her 
nakedly rounded buttocks ground down into the mattress trying to escape the 
maddening assault on her secret genitals. 

"Oh, God! Ooooooh, Oooooooooh!" She whimpered before his depraved attack. 
Her head was up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief this 
nightmare that was actually happening to her, as his head rocked up and down 
in greedy feast of her vagina below. 

"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself, in 
undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing 
helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the 
involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and 
revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless genitals, 
tiny wisps of unwanted pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly. His 
hands reached up over the white flatness of her belly and dug harshly into 
her firmly quivering breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples 
between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like 
in slobbering subjugation of the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes 
remained open wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face 
up through the shuddering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, 
waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come. 

Janet lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages being heaped 
upon her helplessly trapped body. There was nothing she could do, and great 
tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of 
her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet 
sucking noises the detective was making at her warmly throbbing vagina. Oh 
God, how could she ever face him again after allowing her body to be 
subjected to this cruel inhuman man hunched on all fours down between her 
cruelly spread legs? He was defiling her as she had never thought possible, 
humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she 
could do but lie there beneath him and accept any degradation he would 
desire without so much as a scream in protest. Oh God, why had Paul deserted 
her? Why did he have to deceive her and force her into the company of this 
lust-crazed beast? Janet had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire 
life. 

His eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts 
of his tongue into her vagina. He watched the helpless tears falling over 
her cheeks with cruel satisfaction. The goddamn little bitch! This would 
teach her to treat his body as if it were a thing of filth. She obviously 
liked to pretend she was too good for fucking, he laughed to himself, giving 
an extra hard thrust of the tongue. Well, he'd show her! Before the 
afternoon was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more. 
And ... by God ... she'd get it and more. Chuckling softly to himself, he 
brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees splayed 
out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them up and over her 
nakedly squirming body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the 
whole flattened plane of her cunt to his lustful sight. This would get her, 
he grinned, and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered 
hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her vagina. 

The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening 
brought a long low moan of anguish from the young blonde's tortured lips. 
She clenched her eyes tightly shut, and her lips bared back over her teeth 
from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body. 

"Oooooooooh, God, don't, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to 
screw her' trembling young buttocks away from the hot flicking tongue 
licking without mercy at her tortured rectal opening. His answer was a lewd 
chuckle and a further stab of his tongue into the tight fleshy ring. 

"Aaaaggggh," she .groaned again as small tiny goose bumps rippled across her 
quivering belly and full heaving breasts. 

Janet sobbed helplessly before his attack, feeling the growth of a new and 
even more horrible fear, for in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, she 
felt her love-starved body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back 
involuntarily at the wetly darting tongue sending helpless spasms of 
delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves down there. 

"Oh no! No! I can't! I can't!" The cruel realization of her loss of control 
suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and 
humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was 
committing with another man, but the more frightening thought that her body 
was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought 
with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst 
into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But, it 
was a losing battle as Brady mewled and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet 
loins below. 

And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and 
confused mind the dam burst and all the built-in inhibitions accumulated 
through the years were washed away in a roiling wave of desire. 

Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly spasmed and began a slow abandoned 
movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his 
hair, accompanied by a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. 
Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. 
All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through 
her flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire. 

Brady sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin, thrust 
his thick wet tongue into the quivering sheath of her vagina again. He could 
feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his 
nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her nakedly rounded buttocks 
in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. She was his now, he gloated, 
watching excitedly the pained pleasurous contortions of her face as her eyes 
clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth. 

Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with excitement, until he 
rammed it deep into that white little belly of hers and shot his hot eager 
sperm all the way up into this tight steaming pussy. By God, she wasn't too 
good for him anymore. She was just another hot little bitch who was 
screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. Well, he 
gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right ... and get it good. 

He reached down with one hand and pressed the hidden plunger of the camera 
and heard the shutter click, followed by the rasping sound of the 
self-winding mechanism. Their two bodies writhed on the bed, the man's 
darker head buried deep between the widespread legs of the beautiful young 
blonde girl. Her hands clung tightly to his hair as if it were a matter of 
life or death. Her ecstatic face was contorted into a half-crazed expression 
of passion that seemed to border on the verge of hysteria. 

Janet squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of the detective's 
flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break 
through her chest. Her head was raised from the bed again watching his face, 
her hands locked tightly behind his neck pulling the punishing lash of his 
tongue deeper and deeper into her greedily devouring cunt. It seemed as 
though the delicious oral fucking had gone on forever, when suddenly Brady 
forced his head from the tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up 
between her open thighs. 

She closed her eyes tight again to close away the humiliation of lying under 
this stranger stripped and naked and defenseless against his cold cruel 
gaze. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her to 
reality. But then he spoke: 

"Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he breathed. "Just like your husband was 
fucking in those pictures, only better." 

Janet lay still, with her thighs open wide, her breath coming so fast she 
felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he 
already had his long thick cock sunk deep inside her. 

Brady bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into 
the erect little nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, 
attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, 
playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tight. His lips 
roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds, causing a blissful twitch 
that descended feather-like to her cunt below. Without volition, her 
buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the mattress. 

"Goddamn, you're getting hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered over the soft 
sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed of 
his desire. "I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before. I 
want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your 
belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it." 

Janet lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very 
lewdness excited her more and more, but still she fought within herself 
against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to him. 

"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," Brady grinned in triumph 
above her. 

Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, Janet opened her thighs 
wider apart. Brady levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on 
her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, took his 
angrily throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the 
thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her 
head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes against the sensitive 
ragged edges of her lust-moistened pussy. She held her breath for what 
seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation before, him, not even 
daring to breathe. 

"Ooooooooh," she hissed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the 
tight elastic opening of her vagina. 

He pushed. 

"Aaaaagh," she coughed as the blood-engorged tip slipped through, stretching 
cruelly the tight rubbery opening until Janet felt as though her thighs were 
splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. 

"Ooooh, God, no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was 
suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes 
open in fear and saw his sadistic grin of victory above her. Oh, God, he was 
killing her, and he was enjoying it! He was enjoying watching her suffer 
beneath the cruelty of his slow relentless penetration of her tightly tensed 
cunt. 

Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of raw lust 
replaced it. He could stand it no more, Watching this helpless, innocent 
young wife spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing 
into the hair-lined lips of her groveling little pussy. 

He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick! 

Brady fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back 
against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, 
thick cock slid into her wetly cringing vagina like a raging freight train, 
pushing the soft moist flesh of her inner cuntal walls in rippling waves 
before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his sperm-laden 
balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. 

"Oh God, Oh God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her 
life and his hotly throbbing cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in 
a thousand tiny threads as he had speared into her without mercy or thought 
of injury. And now, now its thick heated length lay sunk deep in her belly 
filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on 
it that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft flesh of her 
pussy, enclosed in her moist warm vaginal sheath like a sword sliced cruelly 
into its piteous victim's belly. 

He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Janet too lay 
immobile, afraid to move for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a 
throb deep inside her belly, the thickness of Brady's cock jerked up another 
half an inch as he flexed it inside her vagina. 

"Auuuuuuughh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to the deeper 
pain. 

"I told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, baby," he 
tormented above her, flexing again. 

"Aaaaaaagggggghh," she groaned deeper this time, the cords in her neck 
standing out from the pressure of her resistance. 

"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her 
face. 

There was no answer. 

"Like it, I said?" He flexed again. 

"Ooooooohhh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was just 
too unbearable. 

"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness. 

"W-what?" was all the anguished girl could mutter. 

"Beg me, I said," he repeated with greater arrogance. 

"Ooooh, no I can't, I can't," she prayed beneath him. 

"Beg me to fuck you. Now!" he flexed his eagerly pulsating penis deep down 
in her quivering young belly again. 

"Oooooh, God, don't, don't, I can't," the tortured blonde wife fought with 
all her strength and courage to escape this one final humiliation. This, she 
knew would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever 
again. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else, her pride 
in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone. She 
couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg, too. She just 
couldn't! 

He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her shoulders 
at the same time. Sensing she was about to submit, he pressed a button and 
heard the hidden motion picture camera whirl to life, filming it all now! 

"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg, you bitch." 

"Ooooh, God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness 
of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me." 

"Not like that, say 'fuck me', " he commanded. 

"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her 
eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Her humiliation and 
degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. She had 
allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and 
now she wished she were dead. She could never face Paul again with the 
innocence she had before. She was a whore now, she was a whore! 

The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! 
Lost! He had taken everything that was right and good from her. There was no 
hope left, nothing, nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep 
inside her hungrily throbbing vagina. 

Jack Brady sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in 
her soul and, clamping his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth, he 
began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight 
narrow passage widening slightly with each short stroke as she groaned in 
hopeless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth, 
soft-bodied young wife into a raw, squealing mass of helpless desire. He 
could feel it by the way she had reacted to his earlier touches. Even though 
she had resisted and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet 
conservative wife, true to her husband in all respects, he could detect a 
wanton vein in her that had just never been tapped before. Well, he'd make 
sure she got turned on today, and he could think of nothing better than 
having a cute little hot pants like this around that he could sneak over and 
have of piece of anytime he got the urge. 

Janet's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to 
fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the 
battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her 
total surrender to this lewd stranger sent chills of excitement running 
along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Jack Brady's huge 
cock begin skewering wetly into her. 

Her naked young body soon was twitching and writhing beneath him, and she 
groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue 
with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate 
servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face 
contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a 
light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled soft 
blonde hair. 

Brady slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the warm globes 
of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. He 
remembered with lust-inciting clarity the way her lush body had filled out 
the prudish dress she had been wearing, and the earlier lewd thoughts he had 
had of holding her like this. The realization that she was now his to do 
with as he wished drove him to greater frenzy. 

The shamelessly aroused young wife's buttocks were flexing and relaxing, 
now, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He 
jerked her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little 
more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his angrily 
pistoning cock to greater and greater depths. 

The pain was gone now and her legs on either side of his impaling rod of 
flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were 
closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling 
sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck 
and thighs stood out hard and tense as she wantonly writhed beneath him from 
the intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything 
but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her 
against her will and of giving back to him the same amount of pleasure he 
was giving to her. 

Brady slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smoother strokes that 
brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the back 
stroke and then thrusting forward into her eagerly uptilted buttocks again 
until he could feel the harsh slap of his cum-filled balls against the 
unprotected crevice of her anus. He grinned at the thought of further 
humiliation and slid his fingers down over the velvet smoothness of her ass 
cheeks and found her tiny puckered anus cradled defenselessly below. It was 
warm and rubbery and he could feel it working with the movement of her 
buttocks pushing against his loins. 

He used his outstretched middle finger to push into it with a sudden quick 
movement, and felt the elastic anal ring yielding before his attack. 

"Ooooh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from lips in painful protest. 

He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her noises of total subjugation 
to his will. 

"Ooooooooh!" she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against 
her defenseless rectum. 

But there was no respite. 

He worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider 
and wider as he ground further up into her rectum. Then, moments later, he 
slipped a second finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it, 
too, moved into the soft warm depths.. 

The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain 
for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of 
pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural 
invasion. 

Brady smiled triumphantly into her wet sucking mouth as he felt her begin 
slowly screwing. her buttocks back onto his impaling fingers as he probed 
methodically around the warm buttery depths. The moaning young wife was 
hopelessly skewered between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his 
fingers shoved tightly into her anus. And now, mewling beneath him, she 
began twisting and moaning in complete abandon under this double ravishment 
of her loins. 

He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheek of her ass to 
where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wet little pussy and 
could feel the soft, hair-lined vaginal folds clasped tight to his rampaging 
hardness. 

He fondled and played with the wetly contracting lips of her pussy where he 
entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensation from her mouth, 
and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her vagina 
flowering in greedy desire to devour even more of his long hard thickness. 

He quickened his thrusts, hot, pulsating and deep, as her ripe young body 
thrashed beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on 
either side of him jerked wide and up. He ripped his fingers from her rectum 
with a wet hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing 
them back down hard against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. 
The plane of her defenselessly exposed vagina was wide open to the 
pile-driving thrusts of his loins as he smacked brutally into her. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted beneath him, her face contorted in an 
unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. 

He grunted and groaned and increased his stroke, grinding hard and deep so 
that his cock bored far up into the hidden, previously untouched recesses of 
her womb. Her lustly ripened breasts heaved and quivered up against the 
pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging into him like 
buttons on a coat. 

And suddenly she shivered under him! 

"Oh God! ... Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming! Ooooooooh, Oooooooooh!" It was a 
scream of disbelief ... of surprise ... of pleasure! 

He felt her tight little cunt opening around him and gushes of a wetly 
heated liquid flooded out around his thick pistoning cock. He thrust faster, 
digging deep, deep inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life, 
and he worked to make it true ... so she'd want it again ... and again! 

He felt the convulsing young blonde wife jerk up towards him several times, 
the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to 
milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust 
deep again feeling suddenly his own wildly spewing sperm shoot from the tip 
of his cock far into her soft quivering belly. Their juices mingled deep 
down inside in a wet pool of joy and passion that Janet had never known 
could exist. 

Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed 
obscenely on either side of his still heaving body. Her heart pounded in her 
chest as though it would burst. Her nakedly quivering body was beaten and 
satiated as it never had been before, and the sudden wave of shame and 
humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who 
was lying on top of her with his thick penis still buried deep inside her 
still gently palpitating vagina. Again tears stained her cheeks as she 
imagined the obscene picture that they made. Pictures! Oh yes, the pictures. 
Here she was lying with her arms and legs spread wide apart and his body 
covering hers between them in the age old position of the conquering man. 
Well, she had been fucked, and fucked good, and now all she wanted to do was 
get away from this horrible place as fast as she could. Even though she had 
caught her husband making love to other women, that gave her no excuse. He 
must never know, never. 

"Like it, baby?" Brady lifted his head above hers and grinned down at her. 

"Yes, Mr. Brady," she said coldly, "Now let me up. I want to go home." 

"In a moment, Mrs. Thompson," he said sarcastically. "Why, I haven't even 
pulled it out yet, see." 

He flexed his deflating rod gently in her vagina. 

Janet groaned from the further indignity, throwing her arm over her eyes to 
blot out the closeness of his face over hers. It was enough to have been so 
weak and to have allowed her body to surrender to the crudeness of this 
horrible man whose cum lay hot and sticky deep in her belly, but to have to 
listen to him talk about it afterwards was just impossible. 

"Please let me up, please," she whimpered. "I have to go before my husband 
gets home from work and finds out I'm not there." 

"What are you worried about? He's getting his, isn't he? Turn about's fair 
play." 

"I know, I know," she pleaded with him. "But it's different with a man. He 
could never forgive me." 

Janet could feel Brady's penis slowly becoming limp inside her belly. Her 
vagina felt flooded and used as it never had before, and she wanted to close 
her legs and rest the ache that was forming there. She had pleaded with him 
to let her up, but he had not responded. He was enjoying to the fullest his 
brutal and complete conquest of her proud young body and was in no hurry to 
withdraw from its warm wet cavern. She lay quietly, afraid to move for fear 
that it would excite him again and cause his thick huge penis to harden once 
more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the horrible 
humiliation again, of his spewing his hot white cum inside her once more, 
would be too much. She would not be able to stand it, and so she lay still, 
hoping he would let her go without subjecting her to further indignities. 

Then finally, she felt his spent body stirring above her. She felt his 
withdrawal, his now-soft penis slipping from her vagina with a lewd sucking 
noise. A cool rush of air flowed through her loins and over her body when he 
rose. A long sigh of drawn out relief breathed from her heaving chest, and 
she closed her legs gratefully, feeling the pain subside a little in the 
stretched muscles of her thighs. Her eyes opened and then she saw why he had 
got up! 

The cameras! Oh God! They had been running automatically all this time, 
recording every lewd and disgusting detail of the sordid scene that had gone 
on between them. 

The detective was working with them now, making adjustments or turning them 
off, she didn't know and didn't care. She just wanted to get out of here. 
She slipped quietly off the bed and quickly pulled her clothes on. She saw 
the key then, lying on a small table near the door. Brady didn't seem to be 
paying much attention to her, so she moved over to the table and picked up 
the key. She had the door opened in a second. She looked back once as she 
passed through and saw that the detective was staring lewdly at her. 

"Hey, wait a minute, Mrs. Thompson," he said, looking surprised. "Don't you 
want your photographs?" She could hear him laughing as she ran towards the 
elevator. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Later in the same afternoon, Pete and Laura Jamison were still in their 
living-room, Pete sprawled comfortably in his favorite chair and Laura 
stretched out in a provocative manner on the couch. Pete was just finishing 
another drink and was looking at the lush body of his wife, the first 
tinglings of lust beginning deep in his balls, when the phone rang. Laura 
got up a bit dreamily and walked over towards it, her full sensuous hips 
swinging lazily. 

"Hello? Oh, it's you. Well, what happened? Oh? ... Really! That's great ... 
You got the pictures? ... It couldn't have gone better ... Right ... Good 
work Jack ... Right. That's right, I'll be seeing you soon, lover. Don't 
forget the party Friday night. Bye." 

Laura turned with a smug smile on her face. "That was Jack. Everything went 
perfectly with Janet. He says he fucked the hell out of her and has pictures 
to prove it. So what do you think of that?" 

"Christ," he groaned. "I just wish it could have been me." I can't wait to 
get into that little doll." 

Laura frowned slightly. "Well, you'll just have to wait. She's not going to 
be that easy to get. She's probably so confused now that she doesn't know 
which way is up. And one more thing! Don't you forget that I get another 
shot at that young stud of a husband of hers. I've still got a few things to 
teach that innocent young boy. You know, Pete," she said, getting a mock 
serious expression on her face, "Sometimes these young kids make me feel 
downright motherly." 

"You're not that old, chicken," he laughed. Then his face got a far-away 
look again and he muttered half to himself, "Man-o-man, I just can't get the 
thought of that tight little ass out of my mind." 

"Hey, come back to earth, big boy. You've got all you can handle at home 
right now. And remember it! I don't get, you don't get. I'm a jealous wife, 
remember. Momma wants hers too." 

"OK, OK, if you want to be a kill-joy and take away the few pleasures a man 
my age has left in this world, be a bitch. I'll just have to settle for you 
this afternoon." 

Laura smiled up at him demurely. "Pete, let's take these drinks into the 
bedroom, shall we?" 

"Why, you little whore!" Pete smiled as he followed her down the hallway. 
"How come you're so selfish? You always gotta come first. You drag me away 
from my day-dreams for your own selfish designs. I mighta known." 

"Well, you don't have to follow me, my love," she cooed, turning just inside 
the door and acting seductive as she peeled the robe from her ripely matured 
body and dropped it to her feet. "Of course, if you'd rather not...." 

"Now, let's not be hasty," he replied quickly, his face flushing as his eyes 
locked on his wife's voluptuous body. "I think we can work this out between 
us without too much fuss and bother." 

Laura smiled at him coyly and did a small pirouette in the center of the 
room before she walked softly to the huge double king-sized bed and lay down 
full in the center of it, spreading her limbs in a wide crucifixion posture. 
She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a wanton smile playing 
across her lips. Pete's breath sucked in slightly from the sudden excitement 
of the pose she had taken. 

Damn, he thought. There's just no one else like her. His eyes, for the 
millionth time in their marriage played over the full well-rounded curves 
and sent tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive 
nerve-ends of his skin. His eyes roamed over the naked contours stretched 
out in anticipation before him. They stopped for a moment on the high-set 
round breasts that were set closely together, leaving room for the narrowest 
of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. He never failed to 
marvel at how they kept their shape at all times, in spite of their large 
size. This possibly was the reason why he had hired her for his office, why 
he had just had to have her. Well, he had gotten her, and it had lasted a 
long time. He had married her just a few months after she had started 
working for him. Nothing had changed since then, and he still marveled each 
time he saw her in the nude. She was holding up pretty well for a thirty-one 
year old, and if he weren't such a lecherous bastard, he mused silently to 
himself, he would never have had to step out of the house. She was enough 
for any one man. His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, 
ivory-sheened hips that led to the delicious sweep of long, gradually 
rounded thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see the soft pubic 
hair covering her loins and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit gleaming 
wetly in the dim light seeping through the curtains. 

"Well, lover, are you going to stand there all day? Hand me my drink and get 
naked," Laura teased at him, fully aware of the effect the licentious 
position of her body was having on him. She squirmed her buttocks down into 
the mattress, enjoying the power she was exerting over him by the lewd 
exhibition of her body and watching with secret satisfaction the changing 
expressions flickering across his lips. 

"You little prick-tease," Pete half growled, "You've gotten yourself a pile 
of trouble now and you just might not get out of it until tomorrow morning, 
if then." 

He handed her her drink and set his own on the table by the bed, pulling at 
the same time at his clothes. It took only a moment for them to fall quickly 
to the floor where he left them lying in a disorganized heap. He stood for a 
moment at the edge of the bed looking down at her brazenly naked form, 
spread waiting below. His long thick penis stood out rigid beneath the 
slight paunch he was developing. Laura had risen to one elbow to take a long 
sip from the tall drink and was looking directly at his hardness. 

"Mmmmmmm," she said softly for effect, as she brought the glass down from 
her lips. "That didn't take long." 

"Did it ever? Nope. Old daddy is ready right now. Open wide, honey, I'm 
comin' in fast." He grinned down at her, taking the glass from her hand. 

"Hey, wait a moment!" Laura screamed in mock panic as she rolled out of the 
way of his leap onto the bed. "I thought the only thing you had on your mind 
was that 'tight little ass' as you insist on calling her. Maybe you had 
better wait for her." 

"Oh, baby, come on," Pete good-naturedly pleaded. He knew it was a game and 
they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be coaxed a 
little before the action began. 

"Nope, it's not going to be that easy. How come I have to be the one you 
take it out on after you get all worked up over some little hussy?" she said 
as she squirmed seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed. 

"OK, OK! I know what you're after, and I promise that you'll get plenty of 
your share too, once I've got that swell little cunt of hers squirming 
underneath me." 

"Is it a deal? You mean I get to make it with her husband again," she 
smiled, moving over close to him and stretching the full length of her 
sensually alluring body against him. "That'll be the best part," she said 
tauntingly. 

"Well," he said, pretending ruffled pride, "It just might take you a while 
to recover from what you're going to get in a second, so we'd better wait a 
few days before the plan goes into effect." 

"Don't you worry about me," his wife said as she nuzzled his ear. "You can 
bring him over this afternoon after I've taken care of you, if you like. You 
never could stay long enough to make me beg for mercy." 

"We'll see about that later," he grinned over at her, taking her hand and 
pushing it down around the thickness of his upstanding penis. She began to 
stroke and then to massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then 
slipping her hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Pete 
groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his testicles 
and penis. 

"Oooooh, I thought it was lover boy you were so hot about," he sputtered as 
she gave a hungry squeeze to his eagerly pulsating cock that sent shivers 
down his spine. 

"Mmmmmmm," she answered softly, "just amusing myself in the meantime." She 
continued the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full 
length of his lust-hardened shaft. "Look, baby," he wheezed as her hand 
squeezed and fondled him, sending hot darts of sensual feeling skidding 
wildly over his body, "Once Paul sees those pictures of his little wife 
putting out for Jack, especially since he's been bitching so long about how 
cold she is, he'll be hot to get even, and all you'll have to do is to be 
handy. He'll probably fuck you half to death." 

"Mmmmm, I like. Gives me a chance to show my talent and satisfy my maternal 
instincts all at the same time," she crooned gently. "Darling, for setting 
this up you're going to get a little reward." 

His wife moved down the bed, trailing the soft moistness of her tips down 
across his stomach. Her fingernails scratched tightly over his massive cock 
that reached yearningly up toward the ceiling. Suddenly, she was hovering on 
all fours with her face poised just above his pulsating hardness, and he 
could feel her hot breath blowing over its sensitive tip. 

She haunched on all fours over his loins, stroking his lust-thickened shaft 
first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. He 
groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm moistness of 
her open lips closed down tightly over the throbbing sensitive head of his 
cock. In keeping with their usual "game", he continued to taunt her with 
what Paul was going to be doing to her. 

"And, ooh, he'll be throwing it to you, oooh," he moaned again, reaching 
down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her 
bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly from the pillow to watch her 
cock-contorted mouth. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he 
could see the thickness of his shaft buried between her tightly ovaled lips. 

"Go-wa on-a," she mumbled around his plunging instrument, struggling to get 
the words out and at the same time increase the twirling of her tongue 
around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head. 

"Fuck it, you can hear about it later," Pete growled as she began to suck a 
little harder. "You just suck it baby and concentrate on what you're doing." 

He looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so he could get a good 
profile look at his wife's face as his hardened shaft of hot flesh began to 
saw rhythmically in and out of her soft warm mouth. The very sight of the 
lewd image caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the 
mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of his hotly 
throbbing cock all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to 
disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it 
showed white and glistening protruding from between her lips. 

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the head 
throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, 
hypnotized, in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out 
grotesquely, tightly clinging to his pole of virile flesh as she sucked 
hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her 
lushly ripened breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to 
the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the glass. 

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, dropping his head back heavily on the 
pillow and pretending for the moment it was the blonde Janet Thompson who 
was crouched above him. Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming 
his long hard cock deep in her aristocratic little throat. By God, he'd 
shove it all the way down her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot 
sperm all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers 
until she burst like a water-filled balloon. 

"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his wife slaved over his loins, her 
voluptuous body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming 
over her flesh. He felt the pressure growing in his cum-filled balls and 
knew it wouldn't be long now. His heatedly pulsing cock felt as if it were 
filled with lead and ready to explode; and when it went it would spew its 
insides for yards in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against her 
face, hearing the chokes and gags of protest unheeded in his quest for the 
final end of this torture that was building building-building until all at 
once he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his balls and race 
steam-like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared 
back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire. 

His wildly jerking cock lurched once, ballooned, and then flooded Laura's 
hungrily sucking mouth with spurt after spurt of white-hot sperm, bloating 
her cheeks outward until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling like a 
feeding kitten at his thrusting loins. 

"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped as his hands 
tangled tighter in her hair, and he convulsively rammed his ejaculating 
penis farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he 
continued shooting his load deep, deep into her greedy little mouth. 

With one last earth-shattering moan, he jetted the last of his white hot 
sperm, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the 
thick, pulsating shaft. 

Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Pete threw his arms out 
to the side in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. 
She lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling languidly at 
the limp, useless penis in front of her, and then she crawled up over his 
belly and kissed him hard on the lips. 

"You think you can get as good from that 'tight little ass' you keep talking 
about?" she asked, smiling up sweetly at him. 

"We'll see, we'll see," he grinned back at her. "She's going to take a 
little training. You just wait until I get my hands in her little pink 
panties." 

"My, you are fierce," his wife teased as she reached her hand down and felt 
him hardening again. "And an insatiable old bastard too," she grinned, 
feeling the moisture rising impatiently up between her thighs. She knew it 
was going to be a long, delicious night, and she smiled silently to herself 
in anticipation. 

Not too far away, Janet Thompson was lying stiff and silent in bed, her mind 
a crazy jumble of confused thoughts and half-remembered mental pictures of 
the degradation she had suffered earlier in the day. 

She had managed to return home from Jack Brady's office before her husband 
had arrived. She didn't remember how she had got there, just a hazy memory 
of a taxi driver's face as he kept asking her where she wanted to go. "Hey, 
whatsa matter lady, you all right?" 

She had stumbled in the door, closing it behind her and sagging back against 
it. Once she was home, her mind had cleared a little and she slowly became 
aware of several things: her clothes had been pulled on too hastily, and her 
stockings were slightly loose around the smooth flesh of her thighs. And 
then she had realized that there still was a warm stickiness high up between 
her legs. And most of all she smelled of sex. She could sense the heavy, 
musty, tantalizing odor as it drifted around her, clinging gently to her 
abused young body. 

Going straight into the bathroom and pulling off her clothes, she threw them 
into the dirty-clothes hamper. She avoided looking at the reflection of her 
own body as it was reflected back at her in all its soft curves and warm 
colors by the bathroom mirror. Her body was a thing of shame to her now; it 
had betrayed her to a stranger not only "betrayed" her, but responded to him 
and his virilely hardened cock in a way she had never responded with her 
husband. She had cum! 

The distressed young wife took a long shower, washing as much of the memory 
of her humiliating experience from her as was possible. When she stepped out 
of the shower stall and slowly dried herself, she experienced an almost 
electric feeling of shock as one end of the large towel swept across the 
tender flesh of her pubic area. She was amazed at how sensitive it was, like 
never before! Forcing herself to look more closely, Janet saw that the area 
around the soft pink folds of her genitals was red and a little swollen 
after being so heavily used by Jack Brady's huge impaling penis. She 
shuddered at the memory, half in horror and half in a kind of guilty 
pleasure ... and immediately forced the lewd thought out of her mind. 

All that she could think of then was the difficulty of facing her husband 
when he came home from work. Oh God, he would be able to tell that she was 
an adulteress, she thought to herself. He would know just by looking at her 
face. She dressed slowly, in a misery of impending fear, and forced herself 
to begin dinner. 

But when Paul had come home, he had seemed to notice nothing unusual. He 
gave her the usual perfunctory kiss at the door and then had gone in to read 
his newspaper. He complained as usual at the dinner table about how he was 
taken for granted at the office and how someday he would show them all, and 
she had stammered the occasional agreement that was all he really wanted to 
hear. As soon as dinner was over, she retreated into the kitchen by herself 
to do the dishes while he sat in the living room watching television. She 
had supposed it was the television that had kept him from noticing that 
anything was wrong. The only times he had spoken to her all evening, he had 
kept his eyes glued on the tube. 

The miserable young wife went to bed early, by herself, muttering something 
about a headache. She felt an odd thrill as she pulled her nightgown over 
her naked body and felt the lace edge brush over the sensitive tips of her 
nipples ... the same little nerve endings that had been so thoroughly 
titillated by Brady. She got into bed then, waiting for, yet dreading the 
moment when Paul would join her. 

When she was finally lying there quietly, there was more time for her to 
think back over this incredible day and analyze her feelings. At first she 
tried to condemn herself for her wanton and depraved actions, and to hate 
Jack Brady for the humiliation he had put her through. Gradually, however, 
one thing above all else became clear to her. 

It had been wonderful! 

Oh, God, how she had loved that long thick cock fucking into her. Her loins 
began to throb again as the lewdly exciting memories washed back over her, 
slowly drowning her feelings of shame and remorse. She became even more 
aware of the tenderness in her well-fucked vagina, and knew that her 
almost-virginal pussy could take even more, wanted more. She groaned to 
herself and twisted and turned under the smooth sheets, trying to fight down 
the lascivious feelings that started up between her tightly clenched thighs 
and then spread in an insidious wave over her flushed and trembling body. 

Her hands had begun to stray down towards the hair-covered "vee" between the 
sweating softness of her thighs, intent on pressing tightly against her 
hungrily throbbing organs, to try and still the surging heat there at any 
cost. Her fingers brushed lightly over the now swollen tip of her aching 
clitoris and a tremendous wave of feeling, almost like an electric shock, 
shot through her. She groaned and pressed harder. 

And then Paul walked into the bedroom! 

"You say something, honey," he said, and she jerked her hand away from her 
groin and lay stiffly silent, trembling in shame and frustration. 

"N-no, just yawning," she lied. He only grunted and then walked over to the 
dresser to begin getting himself ready for bed. 

Janet hoped that the feelings surging inside of her would stop, would be 
shocked into death by Paul's sudden arrival, but they only became worse as 
she watched him slowly undress. She could not help but notice that he had a 
good build, not quite as heavy and powerful as Jack Brady's, but slender and 
strong. She was amazed at the hot flood of desire that coursed through her 
as he finally stood naked a moment before getting into bed. Her eyes were 
riveted on his thick white penis, and she wondered how she had never before 
noticed how large it was. It stood out a little from his body even though it 
was still soft. 

The aroused young blonde shivered with emotion as he climbed naked into bed; 
he always slept naked if the weather was warm enough. Now she could feel the 
long lean hardness of his body against her, and she could not keep her 
love-starved body from twisting a little in the bed. 

"Sorry, honey," he said. "Am I crowding you?" He started to move away a 
little. 

"N-no," she gasped out quickly, not wanting to lose this wonderful electric 
contact with his body. She shuddered a little. 

It was then that he finally woke up and sensed something different about 
her. He turned towards her in the semi-dark and could see the fevered gleam 
of her eyes as they sought out his face. One arm was against her side and he 
could feel the heavy beat of her heart and her deep ragged breathing. 'My 
God, what's this?' he thought to himself. He couldn't believe what seemed to 
be happening and hesitated a moment before gently laying his right hand on 
her left breast. 

A deep, low groan of hunger broke from her tightly clenched lips! 

Christ, he thought, and experimentally slid the same hand down her trembling 
belly and placed it gently between the soft heat of her thighs. He almost 
gasped when he realized the fabric of her nightgown was soaked through in 
the warm thick fluids that were seeping from her passion-wracked cunt! 

The rest was sheer instinct. He took her then, roughly and passionately. She 
responded as she had never responded before. Her body was awakened to his 
caresses and he buried his tongue deep down in her mouth, sliding it wetly 
through her eagerly parted lips. She had never let him do that before, but 
now she was responding fiercely, her own tongue licking and darting about in 
sharp little thrusts, curling about his own tongue, searching out the dark 
warmness of his own mouth. 

When he entered her, she reacted like a tigress, twisting and bucking with a 
wild wantonness up against him, her long smooth legs locked tightly around 
his buttocks. Her wildness added more strength to his lust, and he rammed 
his thickly swollen cock into her clasping vaginal depths again and again, 
feeling as if he had infinite strength. Then, for the first time in their 
marriage, she was cumming under him! Her exultant scream of release 
triggered his now excited climax and they came together convulsing, moaning 
into each other's mouths as they feverishly kissed. Then, all too soon, it 
was over, and they lay exhausted in one another's arms, unable to speak or 
even to move for several minutes. 

They caressed gently for a short while, and then she fell asleep, feeling 
for the first time in her life really complete. Her body had been used and 
plundered today until there was no feeling left in it except for the warm 
satisfied glow deep inside her belly, and all the thoughts of guilt and 
shame had been swept from her mind. For the moment, anyhow, she was just a 
sated, sleeping animal. 

Paul looked down at her with wonder. My God, what got into her? he asked 
himself. His mind explored several possible explanations but he was afraid 
to think too much about them; he only knew that he had just had the best 
fuck of his life, and from his wife at that. He didn't want to do anything 
to screw it up. Hell, he thought, if he were getting something like this 
regularly at home, he wouldn't need to go to those parties with the 
Jamison's. Pete and Laura made him a little nervous anyhow. God, he'd give 
them up anytime if he could regularly come home to what he had just 
experienced, but maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe she'd been reading a sexy 
book and got turned on. Hell, he'd buy her a whole library of sexy books. 
Then he fell asleep in the middle of that thought ... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next morning Paul woke before Janet. He watched her for a moment as she 
lay quietly sleeping, her long soft lashes folded gently down on the pink 
and ivory of her cheeks. She looked so marvelous lying there that he 
couldn't bear to awaken her, so he slipped silently out of bed and dressed 
in the bathroom. He left the house, shutting the door carefully behind him. 
He had decided that he would have his breakfast at the little cafe across 
the street from the office. 

Janet didn't wake up until nearly an hour later. She had been involved in a 
dream featuring huge pulsating penises coming at her from all directions and 
was finally awakened by their assault as they ran clear through her body as 
though every pore was another vagina. She woke with a start and found 
herself looking up at the ceiling. She lay quietly for a moment and then 
stretched languidly, happily. The movement of stretching her arms up over 
her head pulled the smooth roundness of her breasts out from under the sheet 
and they leaped free, white and glowing as they were pulled taut by her 
motion. A slight shiver of pleasure passed through her body as the tiny pink 
buds of her nipples scraped across the stiff edge of the sheet. 

God, her body was aroused! 

Never before in her life had she been so aware of the different parts of 
herself. Her breasts tingled and there was a warm, luxurious, staisfying 
dampness way up between her thighs, nestling in tight under the crisp golden 
curls that partly covered the hidden tunnel of her vagina. 

She remained in bed a few minutes, luxuriating in her new physical 
self-awareness, twisting her body first this way and that in small sensuous 
motions before she forced herself to get up. She was glad that she was 
alone. She wanted this time to herself to get used to the new way she felt. 
She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door 
and watched expectantly as her body began to come into view. For one of the 
first times in her life she really took a good look at herself. 

She admired the long creamy legs that merged smoothly into the soft swell of 
her hips. Her pubic hair was a small perfect golden triangle. Her waist was 
small without being hard or flat, and her rib cage swelled out as a 
necessary support for the round firmness of her two pink-tipped breasts. She 
slid her hands under her breasts, cradling their warmth in her two palms, 
and pressed them tightly together. She felt a deep thrill at both the 
sensuous feeling of it and provocative picture that looked back at her from 
the mirror. 

Mmmmmm, she thought to herself. Yesterday had been quite a day. It all 
seemed like it had been a million years ago and had happened to someone 
else. There seemed to be so little in common between the way she felt now 
and the way that other Janet had been feeling for so long. 

She let her mind go back over her experience yesterday with Brady. She had 
been horrified then, and she was still disturbed at the memory of it, at the 
feeling of utter degradation she had felt as she had run from the 
detective's office, her body soiled and used in the most humiliating 
fashion. But she no longer felt any hatred or resentment towards Brady. He 
had used her and violated her for his selfish sexual reasons and there was 
still no excuse for the infidelity to her husband that she had allowed 
herself to be trapped into, but something had happened there in that office 
yesterday. In one of those moments when she had been most helpless, most 
used and most humiliated, something had broken in her, some old festering 
inhibition that had caused her to bring an element of coldness, fear, and 
prudishness into her marriage with Paul ... and now it was gone. She was 
free! 

When she and Paul had made love last night it had been as never before, she 
reflected to herself. All of her had risen to meet all of him, and they had 
been locked together in complete marital abandon. And this she owed, at 
least indirectly, to Jack Brady, whatever his personal reasons might have 
been. She had her friend Laura to thank for the impulse that had taken her 
to the big detective's office, she thought gratefully. 

But there was one thing remaining at the back of her mind to trouble her. 
She had gone to Brady's to make her husband jealous, to win him back, and 
there was no need for that now. She felt that, with her new sensuality, she 
would be able to compete successfully against the other women that her 
husband had recently been involved with. No, she didn't need the detective's 
help any more, but there was still one little problem. The pictures! 

All during their love-making yesterday, the automatic camera had been taking 
pictures of her and Jack Brady. She wanted those pictures back; she didn't 
want to take the chance of any of them ever turning up where her husband 
might see them. Not now! 

She walked over to her dressing table and quickly pulled on her dressing 
gown, then moved decisively to the phone. She quickly found Brady's number 
and dialed. His voice came on the line in a minute. 

"Mr. Brady? This is Janet Thompson," she said. 

At the other end of the line, Jack Brady's face lit up as her voice reminded 
him of the really tremendous fuck she had given him the day before. 

"Well, hello," he said with enthusiasm. "I was hoping I'd hear from you. How 
are you doing?" 

"Mr. Brady," she said, keeping her voice business-like and ignoring his 
tone, "I wonder if I could come over this morning to see you at your office. 
It's about the pictures," she added. 

"The pictures," he said. "Oh, you mean the ones we took yesterday." 

"Yes, Mr. Brady. You do have them, don't you?" she said, a note of worry 
creeping into her voice. "I mean, the prints and the negatives, or whatever 
you get out of them?" 

"Well, yes of course. They're all right here. They really came out well. 
Wait'll you get a look at them," he said, a slight snigger in his voice. 

"That's good, Mr. Brady, because I want them, I should be over in about an 
hour." Her voice was all business again. 

Damn, thought Brady. It sounds like she's going to back out of the deal. 
What rotten luck! She's one of the best fucks I've had in a helluva long 
time. He vowed to himself to make her change her mind, but his voice was 
purring on the phone. 

"Sure, you come on over and I'll have everything ready for you," he said, 
and thought to himself, you bet I'll have everything ready for you, you 
little bitch. 

Janet said good-bye and hung up. That wasn't so bad, she said to herself ... 
He'd really been very polite. He really was a pretty decent guy and he 
certainly wasn't the only one to blame for what had happened yesterday. If 
she hadn't let herself get in such a compromising position, the poor man 
probably wouldn't have got so carried away, she thought naively. 

She began to get dressed then, and was a little surprised to find that she 
was choosing her prettiest clothes. Her skirt was just a little too daringly 
short to be wearing to someone's office for business. But she rationalized 
it to herself by thinking that she had been neglecting her appearance for 
too long and had really better do something about it. Her husband Paul had 
never before seen her in this dress and she looked forward happily to his 
reaction. 

She couldn't help but think back to the way she and Paul had made love last 
night. Yes, she wanted to look good for him! And to him! She would go to see 
the detective and get her pictures back, and then she and Paul could begin 
their married life all over again. 

The unsuspecting young wife felt like singing as she left the house and 
started downtown... 

* * * 

Paul Thompson, too, was thinking about the way he and Janet had made love 
last night. Damn, she had really turned on. He felt his cock begin a slight 
jerking in his pants as he remembered how she had clung to him and had kept 
trying to pull him deeper into her wildly bucking loins. Christ, if she was 
going to react like that, maybe now was the time to teach her some of the 
interesting bedroom innovations he had been learning from Laura and the 
other members of their swap group. 

Mmmmmnn. And that was another thing, he reflected with some concern. That 
couldn't go on any longer, not if he and his young wife were to have a 
chance to be happy together. No, he'd have to drop out. He felt a slight 
twinge of regret as he thought of Laura's magnificent body and of some of 
the ways she had made love to him. But he pushed the thought roughly from 
his mind. He loved his wife and he knew he would have to give up his secret 
swinging activities of the last few weeks, like it or not. 

Just once more, he thought. He had already promised that he would be at the 
next party, and he knew that he would have to go through with it. It was 
being held at the house of some rich friends of the Jamison's. Yes, just 
once more. 

But if the unsuspecting young husband had known what was in store for both 
him and his wife, Janet, he would have picked up the phone right then and 
called Laura to give her some excuse why he could not come... 

* * * 

Jack Brady was still making his preparations for Janet's arrival when he 
heard the elevator door open and close outside his office. He hurriedly 
arranged a small lacquered box, placing it on his desk close to the chair 
where she would sit. Then he got up and went to the door as he heard the 
knock. 

"Well, hello there," he said jovially as he opened the door. "I was 
beginning to be afraid that you wouldn't make it." 

"Well, I hurried over as fast as I could," Janet answered. She remained 
standing nervously close to the door. She felt a little afraid now that she 
was actually back in the room with the man who had so humiliated her 
yesterday. 

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and was surprised how big he 
was. All she had been aware of yesterday was his ... well, never mind, she 
said to herself. He was asking her to sit down. 

"Mr. Brady, I'm in a hurry and just came by to pick up the pictures," she 
began. 

He cut her off. "Oh, yes, the pictures. Well, I think we'd better talk about 
them." He walked behind his desk and sat in the huge swivel chair, tilting 
back and looking down his nose at her. "Sit down," he said again with a 
little more authority. 

Janet's stomach gave a little leap. My God, maybe he was going to blackmail 
her! She sat down quickly. 

"Y-You, you are going to give me the pictures, aren't you?" she managed to 
get out. 

He looked at her a moment and then burst out laughing. God, this little cunt 
was too much, he thought to himself. 

"Sure," he boomed out. "But you did come here yesterday and put a business 
proposition before me, and I have to see that it's satisfactorily concluded. 
You're going to have a sign a release that I have turned over to you all 
that we contracted for." 

Janet's head was starting to spin a little from these unforeseen 
complications. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered. 

"Well, you're going to have to look at the pictures and make sure that 
they're all there and then sign for them. You wouldn't want anyone to 
believe that I might be holding some of them back, would you?" He laughed a 
little. 

"No, but do I really have to look at them?" She didn't see how she could 
face the proof of her infidelity with this man. Her face was already 
beginning to flush from embarrassment just at the thought. 

"Yep," he said good-humoredly. "I just can't see any other way." With that 
he reached into the desk drawer before him, pulled out a large folder, and 
set it on the desk in front of her. She stared at it fixedly for a moment, 
afraid to move. He was savoring the suspense he held her in, a leer hidden 
somewhere deep inside of him, and then he opened the folder. 

She gasped as she saw the first of the pictures. She had only caught a 
glimpse of it, but that was enough. She could see a large photograph of the 
detective's dark head buried deep between the contrasting whiteness of her 
own widespread thighs. There was a disgusting look of pure animal lust on 
her face in the picture. She had to look away; she felt a little sick. 

"Hey, what's the matter?" he said. "You don't look so well. Can I get you 
anything? Would you like a drink?" 

"Oh, no thank you," she blurted out. She had promised herself before she had 
come here today that she was not going to drink anything. She remembered the 
dulling effect the Pernod had had on her inhibitions yesterday. 

"Well, how about a cigarette, then? You look like you could use one." 

"No, thanks. I don't smoke." 

"Oh, really?" he said. "Sometime's I wish I didn't. Did you ever smoke, or 
were you one of those people who managed to give it up?" 

"Oh, nothing like that," she answered, glad of anything that would change 
the subject away from the lewd spectacle of the pictures spread before her 
on the desk. "I've tried to smoke a few times, but it always burned my 
throat and made me feel sick. I suppose that sometimes it would be better if 
I did smoke. I'm kind of a nervous person, and I've heard that smoking can 
calm you down a little." 

"I know what you mean," he answered in a friendly manner. "I used to have 
the same problem, but I found that I had been trying the wrong kind of 
cigarettes. I finally found a Mexican brand that's particularly mild. Would 
you like to try one?" He reached forward and opened the lid of the little 
lacquered box. Inside, Janet could see a half dozen thin brownish-colored 
cigarettes that looked like none that she had ever seen before. 

"No thanks," she replied, even though secretly wanting to take one. She knew 
she had to get back to the pictures soon and any delay would be welcome. 

"Oh, come on," he insisted. "I've got a whole carton of them at home. I 
really think you'll like them." Janet didn't seem to notice the growing 
tension in his manner. 

"Well, all right," she said and, taking one of the dark wrinkled looked 
cigarettes from the box, raised it to her lips. Brady quickly leaned forward 
and held the flame from his lighter to the end of the cigarette. There were 
little beads of sweat on his upper lip. 

"The best way to smoke this particular brand," he said casually, "is to 
inhale deeply and then hold it in for a little while." Janet hesitated a 
moment and then did just as he had told her. Brady barely managed to hide a 
wild gleam of triumph that came into his eyes as he saw the tip of the 
cigarette glow brightly as she drew the smoke into her lungs. God, he 
thought to himself. What a break that he had had the cigarettes on hand when 
she had called. They were marijuana! 

Janet was surprised by the odd taste the smoke had as she inhaled. It was 
unlike any other cigarette she had ever smelled. Musty and strong, but not 
unpleasant. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds as she had 
been ordered to. At first she felt nothing, then a warm tingling began to 
spread throughout her body and she felt more relaxed at once. She inhaled 
again. 

This time she felt the room around her sway a little and then it was as if 
everything had become new. She saw everything in a new light as the 
conscience-killing drug began to seep into her blood stream. 

She found herself wondering why she had ever been frightened of Jack Brady. 
He was really very friendly. In fact, she wondered why she had ever been 
frightened of anything. She felt very good about the whole world just at 
that moment. 

Her eyes had been moving aimlessly about the room and now they fell on the 
photograph lying on the desk. She felt curious now, and picked up another 
one of the pictures. She looked at it first with a kind of impersonal 
interest. It showed Brady crouched between her wide open thighs, the tip of 
his lust-swollen penis flattened against the moistly glistening opening to 
her vagina. It was not until she had got to the next pictures which showed 
Brady's massively thickened penis buried deep in her, only about an inch of 
its gleaming trunk protruding from her down-covered vagina, that she began 
to remember the deliciously lewd sensations that had flooded through her 
ravaged body yesterday. She almost bent forward as she felt a pulsing throb 
begin deep inside her sensually awakening vagina. 

She began to look through the pictures more quickly now. Her breath was 
coming faster and faster until she was almost panting. The dazed young 
blonde had not noticed that Brady was lighting another one of the dark brown 
marijuana cigarettes until he had handed it to her, already burning. She 
greedily drew the conscience-killing fumes deep into her lungs, savoring the 
warm, sensuous waves that washed in giddy pleasure through her body. Little 
ripples of feeling chased over her soft flesh, and she could feel her 
nipples unexpectedly hardening under her brassiere. 

More and more of the pictures passed before her, and now her body and mind 
were reliving the entire experience she had undergone here yesterday. She 
could feel her underwear grow wet and warm high up between her trembling 
thighs from the warm lubricants that were beginning to flow from her vagina 
... her vagina which was now beginning to slowly palpitate as if Brady's 
wonderfully thick cock was actually once again sunk deep inside her belly, 
plundering the wealth of her trembling body. 

Janet had been so lost in her own remembered ecstasy that she had forgotten 
where she was, but then her eyes were attracted away from the pictures by a 
movement on the other side of the desk, and she looked up to see that Brady 
was now smoking one of the odd cigarettes himself. His eyes looked a little 
glassy already, but she didn't notice. Instead, her drugged mind had little 
difficulty in separating the man sitting there from the man in the pictures, 
and he seemed somehow just an extension of the sensuousness that was now 
racing through her own thoroughly aroused body. 

It took her a moment to realize that she was sitting across from the man who 
had finally awakened her slumbering body and had made it possible for her to 
have such a complete sexual experience with her husband, Paul, last night. A 
warm feeling of gratitude flooded over her. She wondered what she could do 
to repay him. She looked back down at the pictures that showed his head 
buried deep between her thighs ... and then she knew. She looked up again 
and smiled at him sweetly. That surprised him for a moment. 

"Uh, you like the pictures, Mrs. Thompson?" 

"Very much," Janet said, and then looked at him boldly, her courage 
magnified by the conscience-killing marijuana fumes. Her body was raging 
half out of control now, set on fire by the lascivious scenes portrayed in 
the photographs and her sharp memories of what this man had done to her. She 
continued. 

"Yes, they are very good. But do you think that there are enough of them? 
Why, they're all pretty one sided. They just show you doing things to me. 
Wouldn't it be better if, you know..." her voice trailed away suggestively. 

Brady couldn't believe his ears. Jesus Christ, the little bitch was actually 
propositioning him! My God, he'd never seen the marijuana work this fast, he 
thought to himself. 

He really wasn't aware what effect the tremendous fucking he had given her 
yesterday had had on her, wasn't aware that her ripe young body was now 
thoroughly aroused and sensual as never before. The drug had only removed 
the last few vestiges of fear that usually held her back from the sex act. 
He didn't know all the details but certainly he wasn't going to let such an 
opportunity pass. 

He stood up and said, slowly, "Well, maybe you'd better show me what you 
have in mind." Without looking at her, he moved towards the door to the 
photo studio. Janet stood up too, and was surprised to find that she was 
swaying a little. She was confused a moment, and then thought that maybe she 
was allergic to the cigarettes. 

Brady was holding the door open for her when she reached it. She stood in 
the doorway for a moment and then her eyes fell on the huge double bed that 
had been the scene of her shame, her pleasure, yesterday. A slight shock 
rippled through her body as her conscience screamed for her not to go in 
that room again, not if she loved her husband. But her conscience was slowly 
being smothered under the soft billows of the marijuana fumes that were 
swirling heavily through her fogged brain. The moment passed ... and she 
went in. 

"Do you have your cameras ready, Mr. Brady?" she asked as she turned around 
slowly and seductively. Her hands were already working at the buttons of her 
blouse, and after a few deft movements, she pulled it from her body and 
threw it carelessly into a chair. She was standing before Brady, naked to 
the waist except for her brassiere and he gasped as her hands went behind 
her back to loosen the clasp. He saw the tight-stretched material come free, 
and then the beautiful young wife was sliding the loops down her arms; the 
brassiere slid the rest of the way off by itself. Her beautifully rounded 
breasts leaped free then, quivering a little from her movements, and her 
berry-like nipples began to harden as they were exposed to the cool air of 
the room. She did a little turn in front of him, holding her arms up over 
her head so that he would be able to get a complete view of her 
tautly-stretched breasts. 

Brady had started to step forward to take her in his arms, but Janet was 
already unfastening her skirt. The drugged young wife slipped it quickly 
down her sensuously curved thighs and let if fall in a soft puddle around 
her ankles. Then, she was standing silently, just wearing her high-heeled 
shoes, stockings, and a pair of little bikini panties which she had pulled 
on over her garter belt. 

Never taking her eyes from him, she slid her fingers under the tight elastic 
waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, but very slowly. When 
the first golden strands of her pussy hair came into view, she stopped, and 
looked at Brady teasingly. 

The private detective was on fire now, driven mad with desire at the lewd 
scene this seemingly innocent girl was performing before him. His wildly 
aroused cock was beginning to swell in his pants, and he felt that if it got 
any bigger it would split the material. 

Janet could not keep her hips from moving in eager little circles as her 
thumbs drew the smooth nylon of her panties lower and lower and her fingers 
trailed slowly across the sensitive flesh of her now wildly-excited pubic 
area. Teasingly, she slid them down a little more, and Brady had his first 
glimpse of her cunt shining wetly through the soft golden fleece. Her 
panties were down on her thighs now, and Brady could see several 
passion-wetted strands of her pussy hair sticking to the inside of the 
panties as they slid lower. And then the panties were gone. She kicked them 
free and was standing there wearing only her stockings, garter-belt and 
high-heeled shoes. She had reached for the clasp on her garter belt but 
Brady stopped her. 

"No, no," he gasped hoarsely. "Leave them on, leave them on." 

Janet looked confused for a moment, but her hands came away and she stood 
up, proud and straight. The contrast of the black lace of her garter belt 
against the milky-white of her inner thighs and buttocks made her look more 
naked than if she had been wearing nothing at all. 

Swaying seductively, the drugged young blonde walked up to Brady and began 
to fumble with his belt. It took her a moment to complete the unaccustomed 
task, and then she quickly slid the zipper down and reached inside, her hand 
searching for the warm hardness of his throbbing penis. Her fingers lovingly 
wrapped around its thick shaft and squeezed. A low groan came from the 
private detective's lips and he involuntarily thrust his hips forward, 
goaded by the intense feelings that were beginning to course through his 
inflamed nerves. He felt as if his wildly throbbing cock was going to 
explode at any second as Janet worked it out through the opening in his 
pants. As soon as his penis was standing out, thick, stiff, and pulsating in 
front of him, she slowly slid the palms of her hands along the hard shaft 
until she was able to cup the swollen tip in her fingers. 

Brady groaned again and began to tear at his clothes. In a few seconds he 
was standing naked before her, his eagerly pulsing cock jerking upwards a 
little more with each of his heartbeats. He could stand it no longer and, 
reaching out, he crushed the young wife's voluptuously ripened body to him. 
When he pressed his open mouth tightly against hers, she immediately thrust 
her tongue deep into his mouth in a wordless gesture of passion. 

"Oh, God, baby," he whispered into her mouth. "I want you to suck my cock 
... just like I sucked your cunt yesterday." 

She nodded her head gently in agreement, his mouth still locked tightly to 
hers. Through the swirling vapors of marijuana dulling her brain and 
conscience, Janet knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but now 
it seemed such a small thing to do for this man who had brought such a wild, 
delicious response from her loins only yesterday. She had done that partly 
in revenge against her husband, but instead, he had shown her what one 
person could really give to another. She wanted to do it for him, she wanted 
with all her heart to repay him with pleasure for the ultimate kindness he 
had bestowed on her. 

They fell back nakedly together on the bed. Brady lay with his leg thrown 
over her, his chin nestled against her shoulder as their breathing mingled. 
Their closeness excited the detective even more. 

Janet could feel his massively heated penis lying across her thigh, could 
feel it throbbing almost in unison with their labored breathing. "Are you 
realy for me to suck, darling?" she whispered in his ear, the sound of her 
lewd question as exciting to her as she knew they were to him. 

"Yes," he moaned. "Oh, God, yes." 

She began slowly then, first running her tongue down the hollows of his neck 
and to his chest. She found the small male nipples and nipped gently at 
them, not sure they would respond. To her pleasant surprise, they did, and 
she could feel him twist slightly from the strange sensation. She did not 
know much about the male body and worked slowly to learn. With one hand she 
reached down and grasped his hotly throbbing penis between her fingers as 
she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly at his flesh. She 
remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when he had 
licked at her navel yesterday and conferred the same on him, running her 
tongue hotly around inside it until she felt his stomach begin to lurch 
beneath her. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against 
her lips and face as she moved. 

Finally, she was crouched at his side, her lushly naked body at right angles 
to his, her feet still wearing high heels and black nylon hosiery hanging 
over the edge of the bed. Her lovely young face was over his loins as she 
continued the gentle stroking back and forth of his thick foreskin. Her 
wetly parted lips were a bare inch away from the lust-swollen tip, and she 
opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to 
flow over the moist cock-head with a maddening slowness. 

"Oh, God, suck it now, baby," she heard him groan lewdly. His words excited 
her, and for just an instant she wondered what her own husband's face would 
be like if he could see her doing this obscene thing, willingly, to another 
man. It was her conscience again, struggling to free itself from the 
murderous assault of the marijuana, but its small shrill voice weakened and 
went under for the last time, finally finished. 

Her tongue flicked out, its little pink tip coming into warm wet contact 
with the sensitive head of his excitedly throbbing cock. She circled it 
about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above from the 
cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. Her slowly searching tongue found 
the warm droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the tiny opening at the tip 
and darted wetly into the glans. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her 
mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. One hand dropped to 
the base of his virilely stiffened penis and gently cupped his sperm-bloated 
testicles, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the leathery flesh of the 
scrotum. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his shaft where it 
soared from the curly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She used 
her thumb and forefinger to pull down hard, skinning back the foreskin until 
the throbbing bluish-red cock-head stood alone and naked against the warm 
softness of her lips. She began planting moist kisses around it, starting at 
the tip and tracing a hot path down the full length of it to the base and 
then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she 
should, not being able just yet to bring herself to take it into her mouth. 

But Brady could take it no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached 
down, tangled his fingers in her hair, and thrust his loins up with the 
strength of a bull. The drug-dazed young wife resisted for a moment, doubts 
running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. The thick spongy head 
rammed inside, crushing through her wetly parted lips, between the whiteness 
of her teeth and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel his hard 
rod of hotly pulsating flesh rub the full length of her tongue, almost 
embedding itself deep in her throat. 

She closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, 
all of it, except that filled by Brady's great fleshy shaft, now protruding 
banana-like from her ovaled lips. 

"OOOOOH, God, honey, your mouth is like fire," she heard him murmur as he 
began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips and started fucking in and out 
of her young mouth. 

'Tighten your lips and suck harder," he ordered from above, his voice coarse 
and thick from passion. 

Janet did his bidding, feeling at the same time the masochistic excitement 
growing again in her own body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth 
being used this way by a virtual stranger. She sucked demon-like, swishing 
her tongue with vengeance around and around the hotly throbbing head sliding 
in and out of her mouth ... she sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a 
cork in stormy seas over his pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being 
used, used like a dirty whore, permeated her body in warm tingling ripples 
of excitement. Submissive mewling sounds came from her lips locked tightly 
around his thrusting cock. She knew this man was going to pump his lewd 
white sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky 
white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in 
the world. 

Brady looked down at the nakedly kneeling young blonde, reveling in the 
sight of his wetly glistening cock as it disappeared again and again into 
her wildly sucking mouth. Her profile was turned to him, and the golden 
flood of her hair which hung down in a silken pool on his twisting stomach 
partially blotted out the lewd scene of her passion-distorted face. A spasm 
shot through his heaving body as her tongue like velvet fire wrapped around 
the sensitive tip of his pistoning cock. He knew then that he had to have 
more of her, as his eyes traveled greedily over the ripe contours of her 
body crouched submissively down beside him on the bed. 

He reached forward with his right hand and passed it slowly across one of 
her smoothly rounded hips. He could see the small blonde tuft of her pussy 
hair protruding down between her thighs, which were tucked under her as she 
knelt next to him. He let his wondering fingers slip gently into the damp 
crevice of her buttocks and then move forward, searching for the soft warmth 
of her moistening genitals. He found his goal and eagerly dipped his 
outstretched middle finger into the wetly heated depths of her pussy. 
Janet's body gave a little leap as he began to explore the slick cuntal 
sheath, but she continued to suck hungrily at his still-swelling cock, her 
cheeks hollowing with the effort. 

God, he thought. It was almost too much to take, seeing her sucking, her 
lush young body swaying next to him. Abruptly he wanted to join in this 
lewdly exciting spectacle, but his cock must stay lodged in her soft warm 
mouth. It would have to stay there until he finally shot his hot load of 
churning sperm deep down into her greedy little throat. But that. wouldn't 
prevent a little sixty-nineing, he thought eagerly. 

He began to pull her whitely rounded buttocks closer to his head. She looked 
sideways in puzzlement at him, keeping her hungrily sucking lips clamped to 
his bursting cock. Then she thought she understood what he wanted, and moved 
around so that her knees were crouched on the bed right next to his head. 

Wrapping his powerful hands around the softness of her hips, he picked her 
up then with a strength born of passion and placed her so that her knees 
were no on each side of his head. Her nakedly crouching body was right above 
his face now with the tiny puckered brown ring of her anus and her wildly 
excited vagina completely exposed to his lewd gaze. He reached up around her 
legs and, using his fingers, slowly parted the sparse blonde hair that 
partially hid the hot pink slit of her cunt. 

He slid his thumbs inside her pussy lips and spread them; their warm 
lubricant, slowly streaming down to the palms of his hands. The tiny swollen 
bud of her clitoris leaped into view, freed of its fleshy prison. He stared 
upwards a moment, relishing the helpless and exposed position of the girl 
above him, and then his tongue shot out, snake-like, and brushed the 
sensitive tip of her erect little clitoris. 

The result was more than he had expected. Janet seemed to freeze for a 
moment, then her body heaved in a gigantic spasm at this totally unexpected 
assault, and her head jerked up and back. The entire shaft of his 
frantically throbbing cock came out of her mouth with a slight popping sound 
as her lips slipped over the end of it, and he felt a cool rush of air hit 
its saliva-wet surface. She might have jumped completely clear of him if his 
arms hadn't been securely locked around her straining thighs. He reached 
quickly around her and tangling his hands once again in her thick blonde 
hair, he forced her soft warm mouth back down over his massively heated 
cock-head. She choked once, but went dutifully back to her frenzied sucking. 

"Keep it up, goddamn it! Don't stop for anything!" he snarled up at her, his 
voice partially muffled by her moist cuntal opening poised over his sweating 
face. 

He positioned her hips again and once more his tongue shot out and caressed 
the rigid tinyness of her pulsating clitoris. She groaned over him and her 
hips shuddered from the almost unbearable sensual impact of his hotly 
spearing tongue, but she kept her lips tightly clasped to his long thick 
cock which was thrusting deep into her mouth. Then he began to slide her 
tongue slowly up and down the passion-wet crevice of her cunt, flicking it 
expertly over the now excitedly swollen mound of her clitoris. 

"Uuuuuuumgh, uugh," her voice was muffled by the thick shaft of his enormous 
cock filling her mouth. Her hips involuntarily began a slow revolving motion 
over his gloating face. He increased the speed of his tongue, and felt her 
sensually ripened body respond in a long continuous shudder. 

God, he had the bitch at his mercy now. She was his to do with as he wanted! 
He began ramming his eagerly pulsating cock up harder against her tightly 
ovaled lips until he could feel the bloated tip striking against the back of 
her throat. He felt her struggle to keep from gagging, but she continued in 
her excited sucking. Hot waves of incredible sensation were flowing up his 
body from his burning cock, heated almost beyond endurance in the fiery 
depths of her sucking mouth. 

He drew his tongue back away from the pinkness of her cuntal lips tor a 
moment. They were wet now, both from his own saliva and from the natural 
lubricants that flowed from deep inside her as her passion mounted. Her hips 
were beginning to come lower, pressing against his face in search of more of 
his lewd caresses when once again his tongue shot out snake-like, and this 
time speared deep into the hot gushing depths of her defenselessly quivering 
vagma. 

"Aaaaooouuugh," the sound bubbled out from the tight seal of her lips around 
the swollen base of his thrusting penis. Her hips rose up high above his 
face, hung trembling for a moment, then crashed down wildly, trying to drive 
the white-hot spear of his tongue deeper into her palpitating depths. She 
began a wild grinding motion, pressing her wetness hard against his face. 
Her hands slipped under his thighs and she cupped his huge testicles in her 
hands and began to knead them in an abandoned frenzy, while her mouth sucked 
harder and harder. He could feel the tips of her teeth scraping maddeningly 
against the sensitive underside of his cock as he drove it relentlessly time 
and time again up into her face. 

Something had to give, and it was her. Brady felt the first of a series of 
wild convulsions that began to wrack her lust-tortured young body. 
Incoherent muffled cries escaped from her cock-filled mouth, and she rammed 
herself down even harder against the merciless tongue that was stabbing into 
her wildly quivering cunt from below. Her fingers began to close 
spasmodically over his now aching balls and, at the same time, her tongue 
worked more wildly inside her mouth against his ever-swelling cock. 

Then she came. Gush after gush of the thick sweet sex fluids poured from her 
clasping cunt and ran on down over Brady's straining face, her nylon-clad 
knees clasping tightly around his head until he thought his ears would 
burst. 

And just at that moment, he felt his own orgasm starting! 

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as she sucked 
blindly, automatically above him. He could feel tiny rivulets of sweat 
rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her nakedly shuddering body as 
she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach 
tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched 
his back up off the bed, pushing even further between the soft warm 
moistness of her lips. He could feel the thin ridges of flesh pulled out 
from her mouth as they clung greedily to his thrusting cock. 

He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent 
mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth. Suddenly he gasped. The 
moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his 
chest, partly muffled by the warm pussy flesh pressed down against his 
contorted face, and he felt the hot sperm begin its mad dash from the 
sanctity of his balls and begin spewing into her gluttonously sucking mouth. 

Janet's cheeks expanded and hollowed, fish-like, as she greedily swallowed 
the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as 
he emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands had 
reached down and were now cruelly tangled in her hair, holding her head to 
the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his spewing instrument all the way 
down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed, trying to 
regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete 
fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in her mouth, but she continued a 
gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the white hot cum from his 
battered cock. 

And then there was nothing else. 

They had sucked each other dry, and with a groan, he rolled her away from 
him, and they lay, gasping, head to toe. Janet slowly sat up and then 
crawled over his body to cradle his head against the warm softness of her 
still heaving breasts. She bent down and kissed him full on the lips, their 
sexual fluids mingling lewdly as their wet mouths slid over one another. 

"Did did I do all right?" she asked innocently as she pulled back from him, 
a thin string of the sticky cum trailing obscenely from her lips. 

He looked up at her incredulously for a moment. "Yeah, baby, yeah. You did 
just fine," he answered, a grin of satisfaction on his smeared face. 

"Good, I I mean, then, I'm happy. You see, I just wanted to give back, I 
mean oh, I guess I don't really know what I mean," Janet said, shaking her 
head dizzily, a confused expression on her face. She sat up with an effort 
and tried unsuccessfully to think. She shook her head again. All she knew 
was that she felt so funny. 

Brady realized the drug was wearing off, and quickly got up from the bed. He 
didn't want to have any scenes here, and he knew that this innocent young 
wife would feel tricked and betrayed when she finally had control of her own 
mind again. He dressed quickly, at the same time letting his eyes feast 
greedily for one last time on Janet's nakedly voluptuous body, still splayed 
lewdly on the bed, too satiated to move. 

"Come on, baby. Daddy's gonna help," he said as he got the sexually 
exhausted girl to her feet and began to dress her. He could not resist 
running his hands for one last time through the tattered dampness of her 
vaginal slit as he helped slide her panties over the moist smoothness of her 
snow-white thighs.. Janet shuddered a little as his finger tips came into 
contact with her tingling sensitiveness and tried to kiss him again, but he 
held her at arm's length. 

It was only a short time until he was helping Janet, now fully clothed, 
toward the elevator. He held the elevator door open for her with one hand as 
he ushered her in. 

"Come on back anytime, sweetheart," he grinned, "and we'll have another nice 
conversation." Those were the last words Janet heard before the door closed 
and the elevator began dropping smoothly down its shaft. She was still 
smiling a little blankly as she walked slowly from the building out onto the 
sidewalk. 

The blinding sunlight of the early afternoon hurt her eyes for a moment and 
confused her mind even more. Ooooh, God, she knew she had something to think 
about, the thought flashed through her slowly awakening mind, and she 
automatically headed for a small park down the street. Her mind was clearing 
fast now, and by the time she finally sank down wearily onto a bench, she 
knew she was in trouble. 

Wave after wave of lewd and shameful memories began to flood through her 
mind. The drug had crippled, almost killed her conscience, but it had not 
kept her from experiencing and remembering fully everything that had 
happened in the detective's studio. Indeed, the drug had even intensified 
her feelings and perceptions while she had been performing her disgusting 
and shameful acts with him. And she could remember it all, all of it in 
perfect detail! The image, the feel, even the strong masculine odor of 
Brady's huge penis as it had projected from her ovaled and wildly-sucking 
lips came back to her with a maddening clarity. Oh, God. She buried her face 
in her hands. What had she done? 

It was a long time before her spinning, whirling mind was able to sort out 
the true horror of her situation. And then it came to her, much to her 
surprise, that it was not the supposedly lewd and perverted nature of the 
acts she had engaged in with Brady that was bothering her. No, her full 
sensuality had been awakened once and for all yesterday, and she could not 
be ashamed of the power of the physical desires. No, it wasn't that! It was 
her betrayal of her husband, Paul. She knew she could never be forgiven 
that. 

True, he had been unfaithful to her, she thought to herself. But hadn't that 
been because she had refused him the full physical and emotional 
satisfaction that he had sought first from her? She had no such excuse 
herself, she thought, writhing inwardly at the shame of her own inexcusable 
faithlessness. It had been her lack of control over her own animal hungers 
that had let her succumb again in shameless sexual surrender to the same man 
who had so used and humiliated her only the day before. Just like a whore, a 
common whore. 

She might have sat for hours on the bench had not a drunk stumbled along, 
and seeing the beautiful young blonde by herself, crashed down on the bench 
next to her and tried to put his arm around her shoulders. His mouth dropped 
open as she jumped up, her eyes opened wide in fright, and ran off down the 
path. 

Oh, God, she thought frantically. Could everyone tell what a whore she was? 
It was a full minute before the next logical thought hit her. She'd never be 
able to hide it from Paul. No, she was just too upset. He had not noticed 
last night, but she knew that something, anything could give her away now. 
She just couldn't face him! She knew she couldn't go home, not tonight 
anyway. But where? Her mind wandered a moment back over the last two days, 
and then she remembered that Laura had given her the name of the detective. 
Laura! Janet's innocent young mind never for a moment thought of blaming 
Laura for what had happened. Instead her mind fastened on the older, 
stronger woman like a drowning swimmer clutches hold of a floating log, and 
she knew she would have to go to her. 

Laura would help her! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Laura Jamison had already been alerted by a phone call from Jack Brady when 
she heard the light hesitant knocking at her front door. She stood up 
lithely, and stretched a moment, like a panther. Then she composed her face 
into its calmest expression and walked to the door, her intuition telling 
her who was knocking. 

"Why, Janet," she said in mock surprise, as she swung back the heavy door. 
"What a surprise to see you." With a choked groan, Janet flung herself 
forward and began sobbing uncontrollably in Laura's arms. 

"What's the matter, honey," Laura asked with a note of deep concern in her 
voice and manner. She hated herself a little just at that moment, for what 
she and the others had been putting this innocent young girl through; but 
she caught herself and began repeating way back in her own mind that she was 
doing it for the good of everyone concerned, Janet concluded! 

"Oh, Laura," the young blonde sobbed. "I've ruined everything with Paul. I'm 
going to lose him, I just know it." Her voice choked up then, and she 
couldn't speak anymore. 

"Oh, come on, baby, nothing could be that bad," Laura said with a reassuring 
hug. "What'd you do? Buy out a department store?" 

"No, no, it's not funny, Laura. I'm not good enough for him. I've betrayed 
him. Oh, hell hate me." Then she went on to tell Laura of her involvement 
with Jack Brady, leaving out only the intimate details of her supposed 
depravity. 

It was a long time before Laura could get her to calm down and stop crying. 
She led the younger girl to a chair and made her sit down. . 

"OK, OK, honey," she said reassuringly. "You did the right thing in coming 
here, you just can't see Paul while you're in this state. You spend the 
night here with me, and I'll call Paul and handle all the problems. OK?" 

"Th-thank you, Laura," Janet said through her drying tears. "Oh, I'm so 
sorry to bring all this trouble to you." 

"Oh, don't be such a baby, you know I don't mind." To herself, Laura was 
thinking that this was just the opportunity that she and Pete had been 
waiting for. The big party had been planned for tonight, and she knew what 
she had to do. 

"Hey," she said as if the idea had just occured to her. "I've got a great 
idea. Pete and I have been invited to a party tonight at a friend of ours. 
They have the most fabulous house, and I know you'd love it. Come along with 
us and see the sights, and maybe you'll come out to that shell of yours." 

"But Laura," she gasped. "I couldn't go to a party now, not like this. I 
mean, it just wouldn't be right." 

Laura let a stern expression come over her face. "All right, Miss Smartie. 
You come over here asking for help, and when I come up with an idea that I'm 
sure will put you back in some frame of mind a little closer to sanity, you 
come up with your holy act." 

"Oh, no, Laura, it's not that I don't appreciate what you want to do for 
me," the troubled blonde wife said hurriedly. "But I just don't know how I 
could face people after what I've been through today. Look at me, I'm a 
mess," she said, indicating her tear-stained face and grief-haunted eyes. 

"That's nothing a little rest won't take care of," Laura answered. "Come 
on." She led the weakly protesting girl into the bedroom, helped her 
undress, then made her he down on the bed and covered her with a blanket. 

"You get some sleep now," she said mother-like. "Pete and I will be with you 
at the party, and if you think you have to leave, we'll bring you back. Just 
shut up now," she said sternly. "I know what you're going to say. I'll call 
Paul myself and tell him you're spending the night with me. I know just how 
to handle it." Before Janet could answer, she turned and walked out of the 
room. 

Janet lay quietly for a minute, trying to decide what she should do, but 
before she had arrived at any conclusions, she had fallen asleep, worn out 
emotionally and physically by the events of the last two days. 

Laura walked quickly towards the rear of the house after closing the bedroom 
door. She entered the den and headed straight for the phone. A moment later 
she was talking to her husband. 

"Pete? You wouldn't believe what I have in the spare bedroom. ... No ... no, 
something better. Janet! ... Calm down, you lecherous old bastard, you can't 
have her now. If you came bursting into the room the way she feels right 
now, she'd probably dive right out the window. You just stay in the office 
until your normal time. ... Well, it's just too bad about your hard-on. ... 
Look, the party's going to be the best time. ... Right, she's going to the 
party, that is, if you don't scare her off. Now you act like a gentleman 
when you come home tonight or you'll foul it all up. Right ... you just 
remember, Tiger, if you miss her, you've got all you can handle right here 
at home. Right ... see you tonight." 

"Dirty old man", she pouted to herself as she put the phone down. She dialed 
again and was soon on the phone with Jack Brady. 

"Jack, it worked. Janet's here at the house and I think she's going to the 
party tonight. ... Did you get the movies? ... Fine. Bring them tonight." 
She said goodbye, then, letting her voice subside into a deep, sexy murmer. 
She knew how much the big detective wanted her, and she had to admit to 
herself that she liked making love to him also. 

Her last phone call was to Paul. Janet would have been surprised at their 
conversation. Laura didn't tell him that Janet was with her, as she had 
promised to do. But she did tell him to be sure to come to the party that 
night. 

"And, honey," she said provocatively, just before hanging up, "remember to 
wear your mask. 

At the other end of the line, Paul felt a thrill run through him as he put 
the phone down. If there were to be masks worn tonight, it meant the 
initiation of a new member. Damn, he thought to himself, he hoped he'd have 
first crack at her. He had promised himself that tonight would be his last 
night. How lucky that it would be, initiation night. He wondered idly who 
the new girl would be. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

When Janet woke up from her nap, she felt wonderfully refreshed, and 
wondered why she had been such a baby before. She decided right then and 
there that she would go to the party tonight. There was just a little bit of 
malice towards Paul in her decision. After all, didn't he often stay out 
late at night, and, ever since she had got those photographs in the mail, 
she knew that he had been doing far worse things than just going to an 
innocent party with an old friend. Let him worry a little, she said to 
herself. 

She kicked the covers back and walked into the adjoining bathroom to take a 
long luxurious shower. She couldn't help admiring her body in the mirror as 
she began dressing again. It still looked the same, maybe even a little 
better, she mused to herself. Somehow, she had expected to have some visible 
evidence showing on her body of the lewd and perverted acts she had been 
engaged in over the last two days, to be branded a whore for everyone to 
see. But everything was still in its correct place and she was secretly 
pleased at the well-rounded, full curves that filled the mirror. 

She had just finished dressing when Laura entered the room. 

"Well, up already," she said smilingly. "Pete got home just a little while 
ago, and it's almost dinner time. The party starts at eight, and we have to 
be on time. It's a masked party, did I tell you? You know, one of those 
society things, where everyone wears a mask. Here's yours." 

Laura handed her a small white mask that would just cover the upper part of 
her face. Janet felt a little excited. Despite her earlier reluctance, she 
loved parties and had not been to one in a long time. Paul had always been 
too tired after work. And her excitement mounted at the romantic thought of 
a masked party. She had never been to one. She supposed that everyone would 
unmask at midnight, or something like that. 

She took the mask with her when she went into the dining room with Laura. 
Pete Jamison was already there, sitting at the table. Janet had never 
particularly liked the man and wondered what Laura saw in him. He was not 
especially ugly, but he did have a certain coarseness about him that 
offended Janet. She wondered how Laura could stand to go to bed with him. He 
looked like he might have been quite tall and well-built at one time, but 
now he had developed a paunch. He wasn't fat, though; and there was a 
certain brutal strength about him. 

"Well, how's the girl?" he said in his loud voice. "Hear you're going to the 
party with us." He talked a lot during dinner and Janet had the impression 
that he was trying to be pleasant to her. That made her feel guilty for the 
unkind thoughts she had felt about him before, and by the time the dinner 
was over and it was time to leave for the party, she felt very comfortable 
about being with the two of them. 

All three of them sat in the front seat of Pete's Cadillac. "Just wait until 
you see this guy's house," Pete had enthused. "It hangs right out over the 
Pacific on the edge of a cliff. You could put an army in it. And, awh, what 
the hell, you'll see it for yourself, soon enough." 

They finally pulled up in front of a large mansion even bigger than Janet 
had expected. A uniformed doorman came out to open the doors of the car for 
them, then whistled for a boy to drive the car away and park it. The man 
escorted them to the entrance and opened wide one of the huge double doors. 

Janet couldn't believe her eyes as she entered the house. They were standing 
in a huge courtyard that had a splashing, brilliantly-lit fountain in the 
center and gleaming white marble statues half hidden behind a riot of 
brilliant flowers and exotic plants. Further back, carved wooden doors set 
deep into a massive wall led into the main part of the house. Janet felt 
like a princess as she and the Jamisons walked slowly across the wide 
courtyard. 

But if the outside of the house had impressed her, she was stunned by the 
interior. They entered a large hall with a ceiling at least three stories 
high. Beautiful works of art hung on the walls, and there were expensive 
oriental carpets on the floor. Stained glass windows set in a high curving 
arch took up nearly ten feet of one wall. 

"Well, what do you think of the dump, honey?" Pete said, his loud voice 
partly muffled by his black mask. "And this ain't all. Wait'll you get a 
load of the library. Some pretty rare stuff in there." His voice broke off 
in a loud snickering guffaw. Janet flinched a little, the spell of this 
beautiful room broken by Pete's coarseness. She caught herself and hoped 
Pete hadn't noticed ... but he had, and he had to fight hard to keep down a 
growing rage deep inside himself. 

Stuck-up little bitch, he thought to himself. Think's she's too good for me, 
does she? Well, shell sing a different tune before this night's over, when 
I've got my cock sunk to the hilt in that proud, little belly. And, God, I 
hope that son of a bitch of a husband of hers has to watch it all. He almost 
gave himself away then, but his mask hid the ugly scowl that had come over 
his features. 

Janet turned to look at the other guests. She noticed that they all seemed 
fairly well-dressed, and that the women in particular had very good figures. 
Something about the way they looked tugged at the back of her mind, and it 
was a moment before she knew what it was. 

It was the masks! Everyone had a black mask except her! Her mask was white! 

Funny, she thought, and then innocently put the thought from her mind. She 
felt she was just being silly. The Jamisons hadn't expected her tonight and 
probably just didn't have another black-mask for her. 

Janet had been paying so much attention to the other guests that she had not 
noticed that Laura had wandered off leaving her and Pete standing alone 
together. When she finally saw this, she looked around the huge room and 
noticed that Laura she could recognize her by her dress was talking to a 
well-built young man on the far side of the room. She started to go over to 
her, but something in the intimate way the two were talking made her 
hesitate. She remained where she was. 

It was only then that the beautiful young wife began feeling a little 
uneasy. For some reason, she felt that the other guests were staring at her, 
but she knew that was ridiculous. Unless she cast a quick look down at 
herself to see if her slip was showing or if she had on different-colored 
shoes, or some other thing that would attract attention. But everything 
looked all right, and she tried to push the feeling of being stared at out 
of her mind. For the first time she was glad that Pete was here. At least he 
was someone she knew... 

Across the room, Paul, Janet's husband was standing talking to Laura 
Jamison. God, he thought to himself as he looked down at Pete's wife, I can 
hardly wait to get you in bed. He sensed that this would probably be his 
last chance, sure in his own mind that this would be the last one of these 
parties that he would go to. From now on, he was going to stick to his own 
wife. Well, after tonight, anyhow! As long as he was here, he might as well 
have one last big fling before going home to Janet. 

A small worry tugged at his mind. Before leaving the office he had called 
home to tell Janet that he would have to work late, but there had been no 
answer. He had assumed that she was probably out shopping or some such thing 
and that perhaps he could call her later from the party. His thoughts were 
interrupted by Laura's low, throaty voice. 

"Well, Paul. It's been a long time since I've seen you. The last time, you 
promised to come over to the house some time when Pete was away on 
business." 

"Sorry, Laura, I meant to," Paul bed. "But they've been running my tail off 
at the office lately, and between that and being a married man, I just 
haven't had much time." The truth was that Laura made him a little nervous 
as well as sexually exciting him. It was all right to screw the hell out of 
her at one of these parties, but the thought of a real personal involvement 
with her didn't appeal to him at all. 

"Better late than never," Laura crooned suggestively, running her fingers 
lightly down the front of Paul's shirt. Then Laura glanced across the room 
before she spoke again. 

"How do you like the new member?" she asked. 

Paul looked over at the lovely blonde standing next to Pete! 

"To tell the truth, I think she's terrific. Some figure. She has just about 
the most perfect ass I've ever seen." He stopped a moment, almost 
embarrassed to be talking this way to a woman, then he remembered where they 
both were and that the only thing that connected him to Laura was that they 
both had a lascivious interest in sex. 

"Yeh," he said, licking his lips in growing excitement at the thought. "I'd 
really like to get into that. Bet she'd really be great." Then he looked 
around in surprise as Laura began to laugh. He didn't see anything funny in 
what he had just said. 

He looked over at the girl again. She was just about perfect. Along with the 
rest of the people in the room, he had spotted her as the new member to be 
initiated as soon she had entered the room. 

New members always wore white masks! 

Yeh, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd get to break her in tonight. His eyes 
swept over the way her tight buttocks thrust out from the long sweep of her 
thighs. Damn, he thought excitedly. He'd like to screw her in the ass. Funny 
though. As he looked at the girl, the thought of his wife Janet kept coming 
into his mind. Maybe it was because both Janet and this girl were blondes, 
he mused. And maybe because he had always wanted to screw Janet in the ass, 
but she had never let him... 

Across the room, Janet had been growing more and more uncomfortable. There 
was nothing she could put her finger on, but it was something about the 
guests at this party. Something about the way they acted towards one 
another; some kind of tense excitement in the air as they gathered in little 
groups of men and women. Something in the way they looked one another up and 
down as if they were in a market, shopping for scarce merchandise. 

Two well-dressed, beautiful women had drifted near to where she and Pete 
were standing; they glanced together across the room to where Laura was 
talking to the tall, well-built young man. 

"MMMMmmmmm, would you look at that," one of them said to the other. "Some 
hunk of man. I'd like to see if his cock matches the rest of him." 

"It does, darling," the other said archly. "And he really knows how to use 
it. He can really make a girl's pussy feel loved." 

Janet was stunned. Had she heard right? She shook her head in disbelief, but 
she knew she had heard the women correctly; they had only been a few feet 
away. She glanced quickly at Pete, but he seemed unconcerned. But he had to 
have heard too. 

She didn't want to be here, she thought to herself. Oh God! Why had Laura 
gone off to talk to someone else? She decided then to ask Laura to take her 
home, and had just made up her mind to go across the room and ask her, when 
a large gong sounded. 

She turned quickly to see that a liveried butler was standing in the doorway 
to an adjoining room, making an announcement. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he intoned in a sonorous, dignified voice. "Motion 
pictures will be shown directly in the library." 

There was an excited murmur from the guests and they began to make their way 
towards the door. Despite herself, Janet was swept along with the crowd. She 
felt a hand on her elbow and looked up to see that Pete was beside her, 
grinning down at her underneath the jet-black fabric of his mask. The 
thought flashed through her mind that he looked just like a devil. 

Janet gasped as she saw the room they were now in. It was not as large as 
the huge hall they had just left, but still was immense. And it seemed to be 
perched on the edge of the cliff, hanging by some magic of engineering over 
the thundering Pacific Ocean below. It was dark outside, but enormous lights 
were trained on the surf and the huge glass windows curved in at the bottom 
so that she could see almost straight down. Low couches were set along the 
base of the windows, covered with soft cushions. A large screen was set into 
the wall at one end of the room. It looked like a television screen but was 
six feet wide. The guests were scrambling for seats on the couches that 
faced the screen. 

"Come on," Pete said and grabbing her arm tightly, he used the weight of his 
large body to push his way towards a large section of empty couch. He pulled 
her down next to him, and then held his arm out when someone else started to 
sit down. 

"This seat's saved," he growled, embarrassing Janet with his rudeness. 

After everyone had been seated, several liveried butlers began passing 
through the room with trays loaded with glasses of bubbling champagne. The 
sound of soft, nearly hypnotic music floated through the air. 

"Over here, boy," Pete shouted and grabbed two glasses of champagne as soon 
as one of the butlers was close enough. "Here, good for you," he grunted and 
handed her a glass of the sparkling, cool liquid. Janet was repulsed by 
Pete's crude manner and almost refused the glass, but she loved champagne 
and just couldn't resist taking at least one tiny sip. 

Mmmmmm, it was good, she thought in surprised joy. It was the best she had 
ever tasted. She and Paul had never been able to afford anything like this 
on his salary, and she found herself taking another, bigger drink of the 
delicious, ice cold drink, and then another. 

Gradually, the lights dimmed and the huge screen in the wall began to 
flicker and glow, and then all at once a picture began to form on it. Pete 
squeezed her shoulder lightly 

The picture flickered again and then Janet could see the image of a young, 
innocent looking girl standing by a bed. She could not have been over 
seventeen and was the most lovely thing Janet had ever seen. She had a 
melancholy look on her face that reflected deep loneliness. It touched Janet 
to the depths. She knew what that feeling was like. She felt bound to that 
girl somehow, by some unexplainable connection, and she sensed an automatic 
feeling of sympathy begin in her as it often did when she was watching some 
especially sad scene in a movie or on television. 

The girl picked up a picture from a dressing table, looked at it longingly 
for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined 
clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. She placed the photograph 
gently on her 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. 

Janet could hear sounds of delight from the males watching the screen as the 
dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her beautifully rounded torso 
emerged. Her brassiere 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 camera light and their quivering, turgid nipples stood out on 
the luscious half-spheres, then peaked higher as the girl raised her arms 
high over her head, pulling the long black hair up, then releasing it to 
cascade softly over her alluring shoulders. 

Janet stirred uncomfortably, the winds of doubt beginning to flow through 
her mind. 

The girl was almost naked now, in just 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. She drew the silk panties tantalizingly 
down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her 
smooth thighs and calves, and discarded them at her feet by the dress. She 
stretched languidly and teasingly, turned to the front. All her delicious 
nudity was exposed now, framed excitingly by her long black hose, from her 
high rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her womanhood." 

Janet shifted nervously next to Pete. She had never expected anything like 
this. She had seen daring shows before always in the company of her husband 
but in those shows, the girls had left on something, but this exposed all 
the girl had to offer. She was making no attempt to hide it, either. 

The girl lay back on the bed now, the picture oi her absent lover in her 
hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing. 

She was aroused and needed release! 

Janet almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand began massaging her 
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 vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair up between 
her thighs. Her feet were pointing directly at the heavily-breathing 
audience watching the girl slowly work herself into a burning passion. Her 
buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were trying to bury 
herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes. It seemed so 
real, Janet didn't understand how anyone could act such a part unless she 
really felt it. She remembered how she had almost relieved herself with her 
own fingers just two nights ago before Paul had come to bed. She blushed 
slightly at the guilt flicking through her conscience. She squirmed her own 
buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically 
against the soft swelling of her vaginal lips. She jumped at the unexpected 
contact and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened. 
, Pete, in his concentration on the girl, had forgotten the champagne and 
Janet signaled one of the butlers and hurriedly took another glass, her eyes 
locked on the screen. She downed the refreshing liquid quickly, attempting 
to cool some of the warmth of the girl's passion that had been transmitted 
to her own body. She felt a now familiar ache beginning to form deep within 
her belly. 

With each sip, Janet could feel herself mentally unwind. The heat and 
excitement of the room was beginning to stimulate her against her will. She 
squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the cushion 
push her dress and panties into her crevice. She rubbed herself gently 
against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her 
pussy. Her body rocked on it in an almost indiscernible rhythm, in concert 
with the writhing girl on the stage. She could feel the wetness spread 
between her thighs and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with 
the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny rising 
clitoris through the sheer panties. 

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye to make sure that Pete 
hadn't noticed what she was doing and was surprised to see that Laura had 
returned, bringing the young man back with her. They sat down together, on 
the other side of Pete. Laura did not seem to be paying any attention to 
either her or Pete. 

Janet leaned against the back of the couch, careful not to break contact 
with the edge of the cushion pressed into the crevice between her fevered 
thighs, and was shocked to find Pete's arm behind her, waiting. She did not 
know what to do for a moment and looked guiltily over towards Laura to see 
what reaction she would have when she saw her husband put his arm around 
another woman. But Laura had curled up against the young man and was slowly 
running her hand up and down his thigh. Right there in front of Pete! Janet 
was so surprised that she was incapable of protest when Pete's hand came to 
rest heavily on her left breast. 

It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the screen, but it was 
only moments. The air of unreal excitement in the crowded room had distorted 
her time sense. The girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now as though 
being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the 
bedside table and both her hands were running over her naked young body as 
though out of control, her finger tips dancing over the flat ivory belly and 
coming to rest, together, at the "vee" of her soft, down-covered crotch. 
Janet was amazed that the spectacle being shown on the giant screen was also 
equipped with sound, as she heard the girl groan at the sudden contact of 
her hands with the feverishly moistened slit between her thighs. The actress 
now had her knees up, her toes on the mattress; then, she straightened her 
legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed. With a deeper 
groan she let them fall wide apart, exposing to the excited audience her 
moistly glistening cuntal furrow between. Her fingers crawled to her soft, 
hair-covered pussy lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness 
was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons 
of her rounded buttocks were divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. 
Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting just below the swollen and 
agitated vaginal lips. 

Janet gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her middle finger into 
the glistening pink flesh and began stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris. 
Pete's hand squeezed her breast tighter as she heard and felt his breathing 
becoming heavier. The uncertain young wife was afraid to look at him. She 
was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the 
bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink 
edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. As she slipped her 
index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated Bps, her legs 
jackknifed back, knees against her breasts, and the soft rounded buttocks 
rose and fell in response to the thrusting finger. The girl's facial muscles 
tightened as she joined fingers with the first and, clenching her teeth, 
pushed all three into the hungry pink folds of vaginal flesh. They 
disappeared with a soft sucking noise, and a deep moan of pleasure purred 
from the girl's lips. 

Janet tensed in momentary shock at the depraved scene before her, and only 
Pete's firm grip on her now-throbbing breast kept her from running from the 
room. She sensed somewhere deep down inside her own mind that she had better 
go, before it was too late and her own excitement ran away with her. But 
balanced against this fear was the reluctance to make a fool of herself in 
front of all these people and a strong desire to see what would happen next. 
Janet felt too closely identified with the girl writhing in desire on the 
screen before her and knew that there could be a danger point from which 
there would be no turning back. She took another sip of champagne, and as 
she felt the tiny bubbles trickling down her throat, her mind began to 
relax, easing her of the fear of the passion raging through her own body. 
She leaned back again, foggily determined, somehow, to keep her guard up. 

The girl on the bed had become possessed now. Her eyes and teeth were 
tightly 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 climax. She groaned in frustration as her own 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 bedspread, her buttocks straining, the grunts coming faster and 
louder with each passing second. 

Suddenly, a giant Saint Bernard dog ran into view on the screen and jumped 
up on the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror and she tried to lower her 
legs and roll from the bed, but the dog stood and growled viciously in 
warning. The young girl froze in the position of masturbation, thighs spread 
and with her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the huge 
dog growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her 
defenseless, upturned crotch. 

Janet had jumped when the giant animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed 
Pete's'arm tightly; her nerves had been on edge before, but this had almost 
frightened her out of wits. 

"My God," she whispered, voice quivering. "What's he going to do to the poor 
girl?" 

"Whadda ya think?" Pete answered hoarsely, his voice distorted by his 
unnatural passion. "But don't you worry any, the dog is really trained and 
just loves to eat up little girls." He licked his lips as his eyes went back 
to the screen. 

Janet knew that she should leave now, to keep from going to pieces herself. 
But somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying up there, shaking with fear 
beneath the snarling dog, sadistically fascinated her. She couldn't look 
away. The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked defenseless 
girl quaking on the bed sent shivers of convulsive curiosity tingling 
through her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, and for a 
moment she felt strangely cold. She took the champagne Pete pressed into her 
hand eagerly and downed it with one nervous gulp. Just then, she heard 
Laura's voice. 

"Ohhh, I like you touching my nipple like that." Janet's face flushed in 
amazement beneath her mask at these lewd and shameless words, and she 
couldn't help turning her head slightly to see what they were doing out of 
the corner of her eye. 

To her amazed horror, she saw that the young man had his hand inserted down 
the front of Laura's dress and was massaging her breasts. She had her head 
back on his shoulder with her mouth slightly, a rapturous expression on her 
face. 

To her further horror, she saw that Pete had also been looking towards the 
panting couple, and awaited his angry explosion with dread. But, instead, he 
turned back towards her, a strange smile on his face. Then he jerked her 
head abruptly towards him with his hand and pressed his lips wetly down over 
hers. She groaned and struggled vainly for a sudden panicky moment, then 
felt herself go limp, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing into 
her mouth. She had to admit to herself that he knew what he was doing. In 
spite of her guard being up against any emotion overcoming her, she could 
feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach. At 
the same time, she could hear soft mewling noises coming from Laura's lips 
and the grating noise of the young man's heavy, deep breathing told the 
story well enough. Janet could barely see through the dim light the vague 
shapes of other couples wrapped in tight embraces around the room. No one 
seemed to be paying any attention whatsoever to anyone else. 

Pete Jamison pulled her close to him, letting his hand dangle gently over 
her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast. He 
was growing more confident by the second, and lewdly exciting thoughts of 
the things he was going to do to this young soft body once it had reached 
the stage of helpless submission ran in delicious kaleidoscope pictures 
through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, he would turn her 
every way but up and then maybe that way too. She'd know she had been fucked 
when he finished with her, that was sure. 

Then the screen claimed all their attention. The giant Saint Bernard lowered 
his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair covered crotch and was sniffing 
it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The 
girl moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny 
puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and 
down the moistened crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the 
fleshy anal ring. 

For a moment, she tried to squirm away but the dog raised his head and 
growled again, then resumed his greedy lapping of the narrow pink slit up 
between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the 
tight-closed little pucker of her 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 sporadically to curl its way deep into her pussy. She jerked 
spasmodically as she squirmed under the Saint Bernard lapping and sniffing 
at her naked young loins. 

Janet shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in 
something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change 
coming over the writhing young girl on the bed. The frightened moans that 
had come from the girl's terror-contorted face changed to soft mewls of 
involuntary pleasure, pleasure that she did not want and had set her mind 
against, but that slithering, thick tongue, licking at her had forced her to 
enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above 
her squirming body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears. 

With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled 
his nose forward, into her well-lubricated cunt. His giant tongue thrust up 
the moist passageway like a red carpet unfolding, ravishing her up-thrust 
pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from the girl's lips; 
pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her shamelessly 
upturned buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust 
of the wild driving him. 

Janet hardly dared to breathe. The champagne had turned her body into a 
loose bundle of raw nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She 
could not believe what she was seeing on the screen in front of her or the 
feelings it was causing to course through her flesh in tiny licking flames 
of desire. Pete Jamison had pulled her so close against him now that she 
could hardly move, and during the excitement of the young girl's ravishment 
by the dog, he had inserted his hand down the "vee" of her neck and cupped a 
naked breast. She could feel small pin-pricks of delicious feeling racing 
through her sensitive flesh as he rolled the tiny hardening nipple 
maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the heat of his 
breath rushing against her ear as he turned his head towards her and locked 
his lips wetly against hers again. She tried for a moment to twist away but 
the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in her present state. 
Finally, aroused in spite of herself, Janet thrust her tongue back sharply 
at him as he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really knew 
how to kiss. Paul, in all the time they had been married had never kissed 
her with such wild animal abandon and passion, and she squirmed hard down 
into the seat. She was beginning to feel a relaxed justification in being 
here. She thought back to the pictures of Bob and those women that had come 
in the mail and decided that she had just as much right as he did in 
enjoying something like this. As long, of course, as it didn't go too far! 
She found herself thinking that Pete had really been acting pretty much like 
a gentleman so far. He had been looking after her all evening and she was 
grateful to him for being so considerate. 

Pete withdrew his lips from hers and looked back toward the screen. 

"Goddamn, look at that," he turned and whispered heavily into her ear, his 
fingers tightening in excitement on her breast. 

The dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's crotch and was nosing 
her over on her stomach in servile 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 nakedly defenseless body 
spread-eagled, face down on the bed. The huge head lowered again, the thick 
tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's 
buttocks. She twisted them back toward him lasciviously, reaching behind her 
to spread the ivory globes and give full access to the tiny brown anus. The 
tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment. 

Janet felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her 
passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping for breath, and squirmed 
harder against the cushion, pushing the wetly swollen lips of her cunt 
against it in an effort to put out the fire burning there. Pete's hand, 
caressing her warmly tingling breasts, thrilled her and frightened her. She 
tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hand moved only 
as far as his, and then fell back, uncontrolled into her lap. It would not 
obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy 
eyes back to the screen. 

The Saint Bernard now was nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's pelvis, 
pushing his massive head between her vagina and the mattress. Janet's eyes 
widened in amazed disbelief as the great head lifted, raising the girl's 
buttocks. What he wanted was plain. And the girl obediently knelt, elevating 
her spread ass cheeks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender 
... and a lewd eagerness. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile 
defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on 
her most sensitive flesh for interminable minutes. 

The girl was on all fours like a bitch in heat as the huge dog mounted the 
spread rounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. The glistening scarlet 
penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping, and a second later the tapered 
point slipped and danced into the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled 
and jerked, trying to bury the thick shaft in her body. 

Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her nakedly rotating buttocks in an 
effort to capture the long scarlet organ and sheath it in her wildly 
hungering vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the 
momentarily-relaxed anus, and attempted to enter there. With a cry, she 
tensed and evaded the slippery shaft, but the dog returned immediately to 
the attack, having tasted success. 

The huge beast thrust forward, the thin tip sliding unsuccessfully beneath 
into the warm, hair-lined cuntal crevice, and jamming up against the 
clitoris. The hot scarlet of his thrusting penis contrasted startlingly with 
the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips 
wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between them. 

Janet held her breath along with the other spectators who had stopped to 
watch the huge dog bucking madly behind the moaning girl as he attempted to 
skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of his huge dripping penis. Out of 
control, the beast growled in frustration, and the aroused young girl 
desperately reached back to grab the slippery organ and guide the point of 
it into her wetly glistening cuntal mouth. 

Groans of disbelief rippled through the room as the giant Saint Bernard 
jerked forward and buried his long penis deep up the nakedly squirming 
girl's pussy. 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 her contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to 
meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs trapped her waist, she 
began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd little circles, 
abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from 
behind. Her face turned sideways towards the excited audience and they could 
see fully the erotic effect it was having. Her face was contorted in rapture 
and her large taut breasts danced firmly beneath her writhing torso which 
was moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her 
from behind, a relentless, hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in 
her belly. 

Janet's breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation bubbling 
in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment as she watched the 
girl being ravished. Her body was beginning to perspire in the warm close 
room. The excited breathing of the audience acted as a giant heater, and 
Janet could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly 
into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm her 
buttocks down against the sofa, and the cushioned edges rubbed sensuously 
against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her warmly throbbing pussy. She bit 
hard on her lower Up to keep back a groan of frustration. 

Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish bodies 
around her. Another trickle ran down the valley between her ripely quivering 
breasts that Pete had massaged into hardness, his hand slipping over the 
nipples and his fingers tweaking them sharply, causing a nervous jump each 
time he did it. 

Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew she 
should demand that they take her home. This crowd was just too fast for her, 
and this wasn't being true to Paul. She already had gone too far by letting 
Pete squeeze and knead her naked breasts this way. Well, she thought 
hopefully, perhaps it was ah right! This "petting" didn't hurt anything so 
long as it didn't go any further. She could always stop Pete if he tried to 
do anything other than touch her breasts. Her heart was pounding like a 
tom-tom. She was sure Pete could feel it beneath the tight breast he held in 
his hand. She would stay just until the show was over and then they could 
go. She would insist ... She just had to; she had never intended things to 
go even this far. 

To reassure herself, she turned towards Laura and then froze in shocked 
disbelief. Laura's head was working up and down over the young man's loins, 
her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around his thick erect penis. It 
stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of 
pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base. 

"Oh, God," Janet moaned to herself, turning back to Pete and hiding her face 
tightly against his shoulder. 

She hadn't expected this. Kissing, yes! But not this, right out in front of 
everyone else. She had thought a moment ago that she had herself under 
control and could handle herself under any circumstances, but now she found 
she couldn't. The awful sight of the young man's penis disappearing into 
Laura's hungrily sucking mouth was just too much for anyone to stand. The 
sounds coming from next to her were just like on the screen, wet sucking 
noises punctuated intermittently by lewd groans of totally absorbed 
pleasure. She could hear other like sounds coming from around the room, too, 
as other couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl on the 
screen, locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. 
She burrowed her head tightly into Pete's shoulder, trying to shut the 
sounds away, but it didn't help, they were everywhere ... coming at her from 
ah sides. Again, she wanted to run but knew her legs would not support her 
now if she rose from the couch. She could do nothing but he here in Pete 
Jamison's arms and listen on tormentedly. She turned her face back to the 
screen, hoping it would drive the groans of pleasure from her ears. 

The obscenely swaying girl, kneeling before the hunching body of the Saint 
Bernard, had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd 
encouragement to the dumb beast. Her eyes were wide and vacant in lust as 
she begged him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her 
cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm in her mindless lust and 
that was all that mattered. 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 as she 
ground her naked young buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like 
another animal. Janet watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of 
moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's rotating buttocks. They 
glistened in the light of the screen, and tiny droplets ran slowly down the 
backs of her thighs, soaking the hose on her wildly trembling legs. 

Another deep animal-like groan erupted beside Janet, jerking her attention 
from the screen. 

Laura had lifted her dress up over her hips and had crawled up the young 
man's body. She obviously had worn no panties as Janet had not heard the 
tell-tale noise of clothing being removed. She was straddling him, the round 
whiteness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long 
thick cock. She was reaching back underneath her body with her hand and 
guided his eagerly pulsating penis up between her widespread thighs. Janet 
held her breath as she saw the red bulbous head of his cock make contact 
with the moistly opened cunt. Laura moved it up and down in the wetly 
glistening slit for a moment, parting her soft pubic hair, and then, with a 
slight "oooomph," ground her buttocks down hard on the thick shaft of hot 
flesh. 

"Oh, God, Laura, oh God, that feels good," she heard the young man cry out, 
and Janet's heart froze in her breast. She knew that voice. 

It was her own husband, Paul! 

Janet's eyes widened in hypnotized-disbelief as she watched Paul's eagerly 
thrusting cock slide slowly up into Laura's clasping vaginal lips making a 
wet sluicing noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until 
all Janet could see was the base of his cock protruding from the tightly 
enclosing pussy lips surrounding it. She knew she should scream and reach 
out and tear them apart, but the tranquilizing effect of the alcohol and the 
tightness of Pete's arms holding her to the couch would not permit it. 
Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Laura began 
a slow grinding up and down movement with her nakedly gleaming buttocks 
rising in the air above Paul until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was 
left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then, with an "ooomph" 
each time she made the movement, she dropped heavily back down on him, 
impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke. 

Janet turned her head away again, a tight restrictive feeling digging deep 
in her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two 
people making love, particularly her own husband, and found it affected her 
in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion she had 
expected, she could feel a strange light-fingered quivering up between her 
thighs. She closed her eyes and pressed her face back tightly into Pete's 
shoulder, but still the vision of Paul's thick cock, wet-and glistening, 
skewering into the moist softness of Laura's vagina raced through her mind. 
She clenched her eyes tight, but could not blot out the lewd exciting 
picture. Their soft moans and the wet sucking noises of intercourse drifted 
across to her ears magnifying the obscene image a thousand times. 

Suddenly there was a loud cry from the screen. The girl was twisting her 
head from side to side wildly, her long dark hair churning on the mattress. 
She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her ass cheeks 
greedily back against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant 
animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the naked waving 
buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the sweat on her back. 
She screamed suddenly and rammed back against the huge beast just as he 
jerked forward and his cock began spitting its hot animal sperm in hard 
spurts deep in her clasping vagina. Janet watched in fascination as the 
girl's rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, signaling her own 
orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering young belly. Thick white liquid 
streamed from her tight cunt squeezing the dog's penis, and trails of the 
sticky white fluid ran down her quivering inner thighs. Her backside 
glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh as she pitched 
forward on her face, unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog 
slipped from her mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly 
through the stunned silence of the room. The girl was out cold and the dog 
stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of 
obscene depravity he dropped his head to her widespread crotch and licked at 
the warm white liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. He lapped at it 
hungrily until at last there was no more and then lay down contentedly 
between her open legs, his giant head nuzzled gently into the soft vee of 
her ravished pelvis. 

The image faded slowly from the screen, leaving the depraved scene the 
subjugated girl and her animal lover lying in satiated sleep-imprinted 
deeply in the minds of the breathless crowd. The room was filled with an 
almost tangible aura of sex electrifying as a result of the lewd, 
passion-inciting exhibition. Janet, too, had been swept in the general 
sensations of lust at that final climax, but her mind was wrenched back to 
the present by her knowledge of the closer, more personal spectacle between 
her husband and Laura next to them on the couch. 

Pete's hand ground harder into her breast, as he, too, suddenly became aware 
of the wet coupling of the two bodies next to them. He gave a sudden hard 
pinch against the soft rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and pleasure 
shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low helpless moan 
into his ear which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet 
lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing 
her sensually awakening body to squirm again down into the seat in an 
attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion creeping over her. 

"He's fucking my wife," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you see them?" 

"Y-Yes," she mumbled back, the lewd word strangely exciting her. 

"You know who that is, don't you? Fucking my wife I mean," he growled at 
her, his eyes fixed fiercely on her face. 

"W-What do you mean?" she asked faintly, hoping against hope that he didn't 
know that it was Paul. 

"Oh, come on," he snarled. "Don't pretend you don't know that's your 
precious husband over there fucking the hell out of my wife. You knew it, 
didn't you," he said fiercely, still whispering and clamped his fingers 
painfully into her upper arms. "Didn't you?" he repeated. 

"Yes, oh yes. Stop! You're hurting me," she sobbed out. 

"I believe in an eye for an eye," he whispered roughly and pulled her on her 
side so that they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly into 
hers, sliding his hand down to the soft roundness of her buttocks and 
pulling her loins to his. "I'm gonna fuck you." 

"Oh, no, God no, we can't, we can't," she whimpered into the wetness of his 
mouth trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She tried to squirm away 
from him, but his strength was too great, and she only succeeded in 
worsening her position. The terrified young wife didn't dare struggle too 
much for fear of bringing attention to them. Paul mustn't find out she was 
here, he just mustn't. He would never forgive her for being in such a place, 
and it would destroy all chances of working something out between them when 
she confronted him with his infidelities. She knew that no matter how unfair 
it was, a woman could forgive a man for indiscretion ... but a man could 
never forgive a woman. 

"Why not, your husband's fucking my wife? I'm just going to even the score 
and fuck his wife, by God," Pete said. He sounded as though he meant it. 

"Oh, please, don't do it to me," she pleaded, tears bubbling to her eyes. He 
had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. If she 
resisted too strongly then Paul would certainly hear, and all their chances 
of any future happiness would be ruined forever. Oh, why had she ever got 
into this mess anyhow? Why hadn't she just burned those awful pictures that 
had come in the mail and forgotten all about them? 

Her lush young body stiffened as she felt Pete begin massaging the soft 
white cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins harder in 
against his. As he ground against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, 
she gasped and held her breath, for she had just then felt the rising 
hardness under his pants pressing into her own moistening genitals. The 
sharp clear taste of the champagne bubbled through her bloodstream, 
intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensations beginning to course through 
her belly against her will. She clenched her eyes tightly shut fighting 
against it with all her strength, but the soft fingers of his hand nipping 
teasingly against her nipples and the hardness of his penis grinding into 
her loins brought further soft moans of helpless submission to her lips. Her 
very helplessness and the thought of her husband making love to another 
woman not more than a few feet away were too much for the tortured girl's 
mind. 

"God, you're built, baby. I'm going to enjoy this little swap." 

"Oh, don't, please don't," she whimpered as she felt the lewd delicious 
feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. Her words only made 
him laugh softly, and he dropped his hand down between their tightly merged 
bodies to the flatness of her belly. Janet looked helplessly around her for 
the help she knew in her heart would not be there. She was vaguely aware 
somewhere in her terror-stricken mind that there was once again an image on 
the giant screen; movies of a couple making love. 

"Oh, don't touch me there, please don't." She sobbed, still conscious of 
Paul's groans of wild abandoned passion next to them. Her body jerked 
slightly as she felt Pete's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her 
dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away 
using all her fortitude to overcome the strange sensations building up 
against her will deep in the pit of her stomach. 

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good. That'll teach that husband of 
yours to keep his prick in his pants around my wife," Pete grinned 
triumphantly. "You ain't never gonna be happy with what you're gettin' at 
home again." 

Despite her growing terror, Janet once again found her attention strangely 
drawn to the flickering image of the couple making love on the giant screen. 
But before she could turn and look at the picture fully, she gasped and held 
her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her thighs and 
Pete's fingers suddenly come into hot searing contact with the softness of 
her naked flesh. An electrifying shock rippled along the surface of her 
trembling legs as she felt him slowly slip his outstretched finger under the 
tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, 
whimpering helplessly as the searching tip of his finger found the narrow 
sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing vagina, and gently thrust into it ... 
parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the 
tingling head of her clitoris. Her entire cuntal area was wet and slippery 
from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in 
her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep 
in her chest. She couldn't make a sound. Paul would know, he would know, and 
he just couldn't find out it was his own wife wrapped in this horrible 
obscene embrace with Pete Jamison right in front of him. All she could do 
was to he here helplessly while he roamed his hands over her body at will 
and took all the indecent liberties with her he desired. There was nothing 
she could do, and the tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down over her 
face as, in her horror, she found herself reacting involuntarily to the 
maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina. She was wet up between her 
legs and found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the 
light teasing of his fingers rummaging between her thighs. 

Despite the deep tremors of mixed delight and guilt that were shaking her 
mind and body, she felt that for some unknown reason, she had to turn and 
look past Pete's leering face at the images flickering over the screen. Some 
subtle sixth sense was stirring somewhere deep in her. 

"Spread 'em a little, baby," Pete breathed harshly into her mouth, "Daddy 
wants it wide open." 

"Oh God, please don't. I just couldn't stand it. I ... Oh my God!" her voice 
faded away as her eyes finally identified the lewd images on the screen and 
her body sagged. For just an instant, Pete felt that he had won; that he had 
conquered her. But then her body stiffened and a choked cry started deep in 
her throat. 

The couple making love on the screen were herself and Jack Brady! 

There were no thoughts at all in her mind now. Just a raging storm of panic 
and horror. She remained frozen for several seconds, one hand pressed 
tightly to her partly open lips. Then she knew she had to go, to run, to get 
out of here. She tore herself away from Pete with the strength born of 
terror and soundlessly ran towards the exit. Pete started to get up and 
follow her, but his legs became entangled in one of the cushions that she 
had knocked to the floor in her flight, and he almost fell. By the time he 
had got free, she was already out of sight. Damn, damn, damn, he thought to 
himself. He had almost made it and then those damn pictures. He cursed 
himself for trying just one too many things to break down the pride of this 
little bitch. She had fallen right into his hands almost by accident and 
then a part of his and Laura's careful planning had ruined it all. 

Well, maybe it still wasn't too late, he thought grimly, and started towards 
the door. 

Janet ran blindly from the library, not really aware of anything until she 
found herself back in the huge hall where she had first entered the house. 
She saw a crowd of people gathered around the main exit, eyeing her 
curiously. She hesitated to approach them, was afraid they might try to stop 
her. She heard a hoarse cry from behind and knew that Pete Jamison was 
already after her. Without hesitating now, she ran to the nearest door and 
passed through, shutting it behind her. 

She found herself in a narrow hallway with several doors leading off it. She 
automatically ran down to the far end, iooking for a way out, but then heard 
Pete's heavy footsteps approaching the hall door. In her panic, she reached 
out and desperately tried the nearest door handle, praying that it was 
unlocked. The handle turned and the door opened. She quickly stepped through 
and closed it behind her, leaning heavily against it as she tried to slow 
her terrified breathing. 

She looked around her and found that she had entered a large luxurious 
bedroom. The room was softly .lighted and beautifully furnished. A huge 
king-sized bed sat in the middle on a rich oriental carpet. One entire wall 
was taken up by a huge mirror. 

She spun in fear as she heard Pete's slow menacing footsteps moving down the 
hall. She heard him try one door after another, and then he was just 
outside. She shrank back towards the bed, and her eyes widened in terror as 
she saw the knob slowly turn. And then, suddenly, Pete was standing before 
her. 

An evil smile spread over Pete's heavy features as he looked down at the 
trapped girl. 

"So, you little bitch," he said in a rasping voice. "You think you can get 
out of our deal. You leave your goddamn husband in the other room fucking 
the hell out of my wife, and then you try and cheat me out of what's 
rightfully mine. Well, we're going to see that justice is done, aren't we?" 

Janet looked at him in horror, knowing that she was helplessly trapped. Oh, 
God, what was the use? she thought hopelessly to herself. Maybe he was right 
and the best thing to do was to let him have his way with her once and for 
all. 

She nodded her head dumbly. 

Pete knew at that moment that the battle was won. He was going to fuck this 
high-class bitch and there was nothing she could or would do to stop him. He 
had drained all fight from her, and now she would do anything he demanded. 
He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her unbuttoning his pants and 
letting them drop slowly to the floor. His hardened cock stood out from his 
body and pointed like a thick finger of doom straight at her. It looked like 
a giant oak growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair, 
as with one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding 
head. It grew jerkily in size each time it disappeared and reappeared 
through the thick flap of flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her 
face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his huge growing member. 
His excitement flared as he saw the helpless fear rising in her eyes. She, 
would be more fun than he had ever had before. He knew that soon he would be 
bringing forth moans of pleasure and pain and that she would feel it when he 
drove deep into her helpless little belly. 

"Strip," he hissed at her. "Or should I do it for you?" 

Janet moved. She couldn't stand the thought of this beast touching her yet. 
She undid the buttons of her dress at the back, wriggled it off her 
shoulders, down over her lush full hips and stepped out of it. She could 
feel Pete's hotly glowing eyes devouring her body, but she didn't dare look 
at him. She pulled her slip up over her head and let it limply slither to 
the floor at her feet with the dress. Suddenly, for the first time in years, 
she felt extremely defenseless and naked. Thank God for the alcohol that had 
deadened her nerves. 

Pete had removed all his clothes now, except his socks, which he kept on in 
a lewd parody of nudity. His heavy, flaccid flesh drooped down from his rib 
cage; his long sinewy cock jutted menacingly out from under his belly. 

Janet shuddered visibly this time, comparing this gross man before her to 
the trim athletic body of her own husband. Until just two days ago she had 
prided herself on the fact that she had never been unfaithful to him ... and 
now ... this! This horrible creature was standing before her, ready to 
perpetrate nameless indecencies on her helpless body. She was revolted by 
the thought of that heavy body slithering across hers, using it for its own 
obscene pleasures. She couldn't do it ... she just couldn't ... ! 

Pete Jamison stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the 
long full roundness of her silk covered legs, the firm protuberance of her 
breasts that formed a fleshy valley above her brassiere, the whiteness of 
her taut little belly above the tops of her sheer nylon panties. His gaze 
nauseated her and she gasped, "Don't touch me, you filthy animal! Don't 
touch me!" 

"It's too late, baby," he slurred contemptuously, grasping her shoulders, 
with his hands, the strong sinewy fingers digging harshly into her naked 
flesh. "We made a deal, remember?" 

"I don't care! I changed my mind!" 

He loomed above her, his eyes void of pity. They shone into hers coldly; 
lust, cruel and unyielding boring into the very depths of her soul. The 
pressure of his hands permitted no escape from his hateful gaze. 

"No, no, I mean it." the helpless woman whimpered. "I can't do it, I just 
can't." 

Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as his powerful arms enveloped her, his 
lips crushing tightly down against her. His heatedly throbbing penis pressed 
hard into her soft yielding belly below as his tongue shot wetly into her 
mouth. The helpless young wife tried to struggle, but fear and the champagne 
had drained her strength to fight. His thick probing tongue and his body 
glued itself to hers tightly, his arms and legs flowing over her like a 
giant spider web from which there was no relief. 

"Please, please don't," she groaned, despair whirling crazily through her 
mind. The room spun crazily as he pushed her backwards toward the bed. The 
edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and the force of their 
momentum sent her sprawling flat on her back, his body pinning her tightly 
to the swaying bed. She pressed her thighs firmly together, attempting to 
hold back the powerful body trying to lodge itself between them. His hotly 
pulsating cock was trapped there, forcing itself up and down against the 
thin nylon crotch band of her panties, and she could feel the wetness of it 
sliding in its own excited lubricating fluid against the soft inner hollows 
of her thighs. His head pressed forcefully against hers, suddenly dropped, 
and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into 
the lobe of her ear. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, 
attempting to dislodge the painful teeth. His body sank triumphantly between 
her legs as they splayed open, and now his long fleshy penis was throbbing 
angrily against the soft flesh of her quivering buttocks. She was incapable 
of further movement because his knees held her thighs sadistically apart. 

The battle is over, the thought somehow came to her dazed mind. And now the 
pain and humiliation are all that's left to feel. 

The ceiling whirled above her until suddenly it, too, was blotted out by 
Pete's leering face moving over hers, the mocking eyes laughing at the 
glazed look of defeat and hopeless acceptance of his victory. 

His pelvis began a slow grinding motion against her upturned pelvis, rubbing 
the sheer nylon band into her wet cuntal slit. The huge rubbery head traced 
a sticky path up and down the length of the slippery, passion-soaked nylon, 
pressing gently against it until the full outline of her fleshy, hair-lined 
vaginal lips could be felt impressed clearly through it. 

He ground slowly against the restraining band, watching the changing 
expressions on the tormented young face below him. He knew she couldn't 
stand up to this teasing forever. She was the proud kind who could control 
herself well as long as there were other external realities to guide her. 
But he had destroyed those other realities, and now there was nothing for 
her but his body twisting above. 

He had dreamed of having her like this ever since he had first met her. She 
had always been cold and stone-like, and she obviously was hiding something 
deep inside her that had to explode someday, given the proper circumstances. 
It needed some kind of spark to ignite that fire that lay buried 
mysteriously beyond the reaches of the outside world. He was patient in his 
probing and gloated to himself that he would find this key, that he would 
ignite this voluptuous little bitch's body. 

Janet felt as though she were suffocating as she felt his hotly throbbing 
penis scraping up and down her trembling inner thighs. The silky tingling 
hair of Pete's legs scratched against the tender backs of the upraised 
columns of her thighs, and somehow it felt tremendously erotic. Pete's 
lust-thickened shaft moved teasingly against her, probing and flicking at 
her like a giant snake playing with its helpless quarry who had become so 
tortured and tormented that peace lay only in being devoured by it. 

Her unconscious mind fought the tantalizing torment of the teasing hot 
probe, fighting against surrender to it. 

"Nooo, nooooo, please," she groaned beneath the lewdly grinning face. 

Her hips were the first to betray her resisting unconscious mind. They began 
moving in small circles, hardly perceptible at first, but hungrily rotating 
none the less. At that moment, her only reality was the searing fire that 
burned deep in her passion-tensed belly, the flames of lust licking out 
between her legs, crying to be extinguished. 

Pete felt the victory! 

Her thighs which had been pressed tightly against his hips in defense 
suddenly fell loosely away. Her heels hooked behind his knees and with a low 
animal-like groan her arms snaked around his neck, pulling his mouth tightly 
down to mash wetly against hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her 
lips, soft mewling sounds escaping through the wet sucking noises. She 
ground her crotch tightly up against his rock-hard cock, attempting to draw 
it through the flimsy nylon material still guarding the hotly pulsating 
entrance to her cunt. Pete lay for a moment savoring her frustration until 
he, too, was beyond delaying any longer. 

He reached between them, ripping the passion-soaked panty-band viciously to 
one side and guided the eagerly throbbing head of his cock between the now 
unprotected fleshy folds of her cuntal lips. 

He grinned in obscene triumph above her. It was all he could do to keep from 
shoving forward now and skewering this squirming little bitch on his aching 
cock, but the desire to punish her and her kind for all the times they had 
turned their noses up at Pete Jamison overcame the desire. This one was 
typical of all of them, she was everything he wanted to humiliate. Proud, 
innocent, spoiled by the condescending young men of her kind who did her 
every bidding. If one ever needed punishing, this one did. Well, he would do 
it! He would fuck her until she couldn't walk ... and she'd never forget it! 

He could feel her softly curling pussy hair parting as he nudged his 
lust-swollen cock head forward into the moist heat of her cunt. The 
lust-inciting sensation caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward. 

Janet felt the lips around her erotically throbbing vagina forced open. The 
elastic rimmed tightness resisted for only a moment, then gave way before 
the relentless pressure. The pain was harsh and she mechanically resisted 
for a moment, emitting a low groan from deep within her throat. He liked 
that! He liked hearing her hurt! 

He shoved again a deeper groan he wanted to hear her scream for mercy. And, 
suddenly, he could stand it no longer. He rammed forward with everything he 
had, sinking his long thick cock all the way to the hilt in her cringing 
little cunt. He could feel his sperm-filled balls slap tightly against her 
defenselessly upturned buttocks, and could feel her trying to screw her hips 
deep into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape the cruel sudden 
impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his heavy body, 
kicking futilely in the air. 

"Oh, God! Nooooo! Nooooo!" she screamed, her impaled form pinned helplessly 
to the bed. With each beat of his pulse, his huge cock head seemed to burrow 
deeper into her painfully stretched vagina. Pete's outstretched arms pinned 
her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his wide-spread knees held her thighs 
split apart. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and 
that she would be ripped in half from this giant pulsating instrument 
embedded so deeply in her belly. He rammed into her screaming body again and 
the fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as its 
blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix, buffeting her head back 
harshly against the headboard of the bed. 

He watched the tortured young blonde from above with a lascivious grin on 
his lips. Her face was contorted with the pain of that series of vicious 
jabs. Her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers 
coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against 
his hips, attempting to hold back the blunt hard head pressing against her 
womb like a great hard .stone. 

She's never had it this deep, he gloated to himself, as he held her pinned 
in the lewdly humiliating position. He looked down again and could see his 
curly black pubic hair tangled tightly with her golden pussy strands, the 
base of his thick fleshy rod buried deep into the pink throbbing furrow. He 
could see the lips of her tight young cunt stretched almost to the ripping 
point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the white skinned 
base of his cock. 

He held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this proud little 
bitch impaled helplessly under him, with his virilely pulsating penis buried 
deep in her belly. He wished her husband could see her now, spread-eagled 
this way with old Pete Jamison making her scream and yell and dance beneath 
him. He was going to give her a fuck she would never forget as long as she 
lived. 

Janet squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain 
of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her 
cuntal muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the huge invading 
shaft, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite it more, and it 
plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. The 
tight walls of her cringing cunt clasped around his thickened hardness like 
a glove. She could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted 
its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a telegraph 
line. 

It was alive inside her! The hard rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, 
the rigid flesh along its pulsating length, the tickling hairs of his balls 
scraping in the crevice between her ass cheeks were part of her. She was one 
with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild licking at the 
wetness of her lips. Her nostrils flared deeply, drawing the pungent odor of 
his body into her, mingling it in strange marriage with the feeling of the 
heatedly throbbing cock lodged deep in her belly. It all seemed to roll 
together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her vaginal 
muscles contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced through 
her mind. 

Pete felt the slight throbbing pressure exerted against his buried penis and 
grinned in lewd delight. He had waited for it, hovering motionless over her 
nakedly spread-eagled form, waited patiently until she became accustomed to 
his thick presence rammed so deep in her belly. He flexed the member gently, 
expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body. 

"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, teetering on the fine line of 
pleasure-pain. 

He waited a moment and flexed again, watching her contorted face below. The 
mouth hung limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut. 

"Oooooohhh!" She held her breath as the hotly buried cock expanded more, 
stretching the narrow walls of her vaginal passage further apart. 

He flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He 
watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft 
mewling sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his gentle 
ministrations 

"Oooohhh, oooohhhh ... ooooohhhhh..." 

He could feel her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis 
as her wetly clasping cunt began a soft opening and closing around his 
pulsating shaft. 

He did not move, but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the helplessly 
skewered girl beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of 
pleasure resounded through the otherwise still room. Her head lolled from 
side to side unconsciously on the pillow as her hips began a slow 
involuntary roll beneath his impaling rod. He clenched his teeth tightly 
together as he felt her hungrily nibbling vagina screwing itself up tighter 
against his hair-covered pelvis. 

Janet's body felt itself coming to life now. The pain was receding and was 
slowly giving way to a maddeningly electric tingle that began deep within 
her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It 
rippled through her warmly throbbing cunt and out the fleece-lined-pussy 
lips, dancing like St. Elmo's fire across her milky white thighs, up the 
full length of her splayed legs and circled around inside her toes, curling 
them tightly against the bottoms of her feet. It worked its way up from her 
contracting belly through her rib cage and out through the tips of her 
wildly tingling nipples, which peaked into hard tiny buds, sensitive to even 
the touch of the stale close air about them. 

Janet wantonly rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy impaling 
shaft, her throbbing wet vagina dilating in time to his cock's rhythmic 
beating. His pulsating penis felt as though it had a heart imbedded in the 
head, and the beat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her 
being. She was one with it! She and this man above her were one fleshy mass 
of sensation, merged magically together by their lust. He had crawled into 
her! He was a part of her! 

Pete Jamison could hardly contain his glee as he felt her pelvis begin 
screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting 
muscles within her tight little cunt were nibbling hungrily at his sensitive 
cock head. Her dilating pussy lips pulled tantalizingly away, sliding 
moistly down his thick shaft for several inches and then nibbling their soft 
warm way slowly back up until her pubic hair was entangled with his and the 
fujl length of his cock was embedded in her belly. He stayed immobile, 
resting still above her with his hands on either side of her shoulders, his 
knees pressed tight against the mattress. He let her wantonly quivering body 
pump up and down at will on his rigid piston of flesh that fused them 
together. 

He could see its slow withdrawal between them, pulling thin soft ridges of 
her pink cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the 
mattress. And the entry, pushing the soft folds back into her cunt as the 
moist shiny length of his penis was swallowed, whole, back into the warm 
opening. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the utter 
abandon of her labors, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. 
Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrusts up against 
him became more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into his lower lip. He knew she 
was straining to come. The heated juices of her milking vagina were already 
beginning to flow, and she could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and 
out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply up his cock, burying it 
deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the squeaking bed, her feet 
planted flat on either side of his knees tightly against the mattress. She 
bucked against him wildly and then she was screaming, "Oh, God, yes, yes. 
I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming. Aaaaaggghh!" 

Suddenly, with a deep-throated groan, her body began vibrating 
uncontrollably. Wet white cum oozed from her throbbing cuntal opening, 
drowning his impaling member with its sticky warmth and trickling down the 
crevice of her wildly pumping buttocks. 

Pete Jamison went berserk as she grunted out the last of her warm lust 
against his matted pelvis, her nakedly quivering body still jerking 
spasmodically up to him. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing 
them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight 
round ball of helplessness beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly 
over her shoulders against the mattress on either side of her head, the 
wide-spread slit between her legs completely open to his desire. 

He withdrew his deeply embedded cock until just the tip of the lust-swollen 
head rested between her wetly twitching pussy lips. Then he rammed forward 
with all his stored up bitter strength. He had waited to destroy this little 
bitch. She had had her fun and now it was his turn. The full throbbing 
length of his hardened shaft sank cruelly into her helplessly exposed 
vagina. He could hear the wet flat smack as his belly thudded against her 
torso and his body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe 
breasts tightly against her chest. He locked his saliva-covered mouth over 
hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep into her throat, stifling the 
low animal grunts forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of 
her full rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position as he 
rammed into her defenseless little cunt like a madman. Reaching around 
beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white 
cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading 
the soft warm flesh and pulling the white rounded cheeks far apart. 

He began long hard strokes into her wetly streaming passage that was now 
slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside 
the hot viscous opening, and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until 
his cum-filled balls were screwed tightly against the wide-split cleft 
between her nakedly churning buttocks. By God, Pete thought wildly to 
himself, he'd open up this hot little bitch like she'd never been opened up 
before. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Outside, in the library, Paul could see the giant screen flickering over 
Laura's shoulder as she fucked above him. He noticed with a part of his mind 
that a beautiful blonde girl on the screen was having the hell fucked out of 
her by a big, dark-haired man. The man's buttocks were flexing and hollowing 
rapidly as he drove himself hard into the wantonly writhing young girl 
beneath him. Her legs were wrapped tight around his body, her ankles locked 
in a lewd death-like grip over his back. His wetly glistening cock was 
spearing into her clasping pink pussy like a steel piston, bringing grunts 
of indescribable joy to her mumbling lips. 

Paul could feel the end coming for both himself and Laura as she labored 
heavily over him to finish it. He heard her moan loudly just as his own 
explosion deep inside the tight wet confines of her cunt began shooting its 
fiery white cum deep up inside her. Both their bodies quivered for a moment, 
emptying themselves against each other, "and then she collapsed down on him 
with a sigh of relief. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the couple in the 
movie cumming and their loud cries of fulfillment. He blinked, there was 
something about the blonde ... but then the film ended and the screen 
slipped into darkness. 

Laura crawled slowly from his body, his wet deflated cock slipping from her 
with an obscene sucking noise. And then the screen was lit again. He tried 
to focus his eyes to see more clearly, but Tie couldn't. The champagne he 
had drunk and the final wild race to cum with Laura had dulled his senses 
too much. It was just a blur in the distance across the room. 

"Don't you like the movie?" Laura whispered next to him, a strange excited 
tone in her voice. 

Paul automatically turned his eyes back to the screen, and his eyes focused 
a little better this time. He could make out the blurred shapes of two 
bodies writhing on a bed, with a man's head buried deep between the 
widespread legs of a blonde girl, whose hands clung tightly to his lianas if 
it were a matter of life and death. 

Her blurred face was contorted into a half-crazed expression of passion that 
seemed to border on the verge of hysteria. He had the sudden vague feeling 
that he knew this girl from somewhere. He squinted, trying to make out the 
details of her passion-distorted face. It looked like ... but, no, he 
thought to himself, it couldn't be. He leaned forward to get a closer look. 
It was! Oh my God, it was! 

It was Janet, his own wife.' 

He sat, stunned, unable to move for a moment. He turned questioningly 
towards Laura, who was watching him with an odd smile on her face. 

"Surprised?" she asked him. 

"But how ... I mean..." his voice trailed away. 

"What do you mean, 'how'. Just like the rest of us," she said. Now she knew 
more clearly one of the reasons she had agreed to become a part of the plot 
to deliver Janet's innocent young body to her husband. Who the hell did 
Janet think she was? Did she feel superior to the rest of them, that she 
wouldn't let anyone touch her? What about Paul? He had been content to fuck 
her, Laura, whenever he got the chance, and at the same time to think that 
his own prissy little wife was just too good for that kind of thing. Better 
than her, Laura. Well, she'd show him now, she thought archly to herself. 
He'd see who was better than whom. 

"What do you want to bet that your little helpmate is right here in this 
house tonight?" she asked sweetly. 

"But, but that's impossible," he spluttered helplessly. "She's right at 
home..." His voice faded away as he remembered that he had been unable to 
reach her by phone before leaving the office. He forced his eyes back to the 
screen. There was no doubt about it in his mind now. 

It was Janet! 

He turned back towards Laura, a hard glitter in his eyes. "Take me to where 
she is," he said coldly. 

"You sure you want me to," Laura's voice was mocking. "You never know what 
... or who ... she might be in the middle of." 

He stood up and grabbed her arm. "Take me to her now," he snarled. 

"OK, buster, if that's the way you want it," 

Laura said, and started towards the doorway. She led Paul over the same 
route that Janet had taken just a short while before in her attempt to 
escape from Pete Jamison. The two of them entered the same long hall, but 
instead of going to the last bedroom door at the end, Laura opened the one 
next to it and went inside, Paul following her. Paul glanced around 
suspiciously, but saw no sign of his young wife. They were in a large 
bedroom that was unusual in only one way. 

There was a huge mirror running down one whole wall! 

He looked on with curiosity as Laura casually walked over to what looked 
like a small instrument panel at one end of the mirror. She flipped on a 
switch and adjusted a dial and then something happened to the mirror. It 
shimmered for a moment, and then suddenly cleared. Paul was amazed to see 
that they were no longer looking at their own reflections in a mirror, but 
were instead looking through a huge window into another room. Paul had heard 
of trick two-way mirrors before, but this is the first one he had ever seen. 

As the adjoining room was suddenly opened to Paul's gaze, his eyes 
automatically fell on the huge bed in that room and the couple twisting 
together on it in the last throes of sexual abandon. 

For the second time this evening, he was watching his wife make love to 
another man! 

He watched in utter horror as he saw his supposedly innocent young wife 
squirming lewdly beneath he looked harder Pete 

Jamison! God! Laura's husband! Some of the justice of the situation leaked 
through to his numbed brain as he remembered how he had just fucked Pete's 
wife, but it only lasted a moment, to be replaced by hurt and rage and a 
feeling of betrayal at the mind-shattering lewd scene before him. 

His mouth dropped open in disbelief as he watched Janet's long full legs 
wrap suddenly around Pete's hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his 
ass, straining to pull him inside her. The cords on the inside of her thighs 
flexed tightly as she punched her wildly rotating hips back up over his long 
thick cock. She screamed, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" Her hollowing 
buttocks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled upward 
desperately, trying to absorb the entirety of his massive penis back into 
the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. A wet viscous sound could be 
clearly heard through some opening in. the wall as she slithered up its full 
length. Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down the rigid 
pole of hot flesh, while his heavily swaying balls slapped in time against 
the puckered little anus below. 

A storm of rage flooded through Paul's overloaded brain. By God, he'd fix 
her, he thought to himself. He'd pull her off that fat slob and knock her 
head off. He looked around desperately, looking for a way into the other 
room but could see none. 

His attention was jerked back by the sound of a squeal, half of pain, from 
the next room. He stared, thunderstruck, as Pete lay still above his gasping 
wife for a minute, soaking the full length of his cock inside Janet's 
quivering belly for a few torturous seconds. Then, with a deep-throated 
groan born of animal lust, he began to fuck her savagely with long hard 
strokes that carried the full length of his huge penis deep into the 
helplessly impaled girl. She writhed madly beneath the driving force of 
Pete's pounding body as he reached under her knees and pulled up viciously, 
bending her thighs all the way back to her shoulders to give him greater 
access to the open wet entrance of her cunt. 

The young husband suddenly became aware of another emotion intruding into 
his tortured mind as he gaped at the depraved and unnatural scene being 
acted out before him. He became fascinated by the wild abandon with which 
his supposedly inhibited wife was reacting to the most perverted actions of 
the man leering down at her. He knew then that he had only got a taste the 
other night of the violent storms of passion hidden within the lush young 
body of his sensuous wife. He was amazed to find that his painfully 
throbbing cock was beginning to jerk and grow as he looked on at the 
spectacle of Janet being brutally fucked by another man. He began to be 
attracted once again by the memory of all the most debasing and exciting 
things he had ever wanted to do to his wife's beautiful young body. He 
turned to find that Laura was looking at him with an amused smile on her 
face, and somehow he had the feeling that she had almost read his mind. She 
took his hand and led him back out into the hall and put his hand on the 
handle of the next door . ... 

* * * 

Janet groaned helplessly as her hotly quivering vagina was plundered again 
and again almost beyond endurance. Pete was driving her head hard back 
against the backboard of the bed with each jack-hammer thrust, and she 
couldn't fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were now pinned down at 
her sides by her own updrawn legs. She could feel the giant cock-head 
ramming up and down inside her cuntal passage like a feathered piston, could 
also feel the hot slap of his cum-filled balls against her sensitive anal 
ring each time he jerked forward on the downstroke. 

Her womb flared and the clasping lips of her hair-lined furrow flowered open 
to receive the delicious rape of her secret flesh. Her hands forced 
themselves desperately from under her legs and snaked around his back. The 
nails clawed a red-streaked path down to his flexing buttocks as she pulled 
him deep and thrust her belly up hard to skewer herself deliciously on the 
hot pistoning flesh of his cock. She sucked voraciously on the thick wet 
tongue that was shoved deep in her throat through his obscene grin and 
greedily swallowed the droplets of his saliva that ran down it in her lewd 
excitement. The pungent odor of his breath excited rather than repelled her 
maddened senses. Her body began to match his pounding lunges with her own 
rhythmic thrashings; her hips fought his withdrawal strokes like a fighting 
game fish trying to dislodge a barbed hook. 

The bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies 
struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts 
and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise 
of naked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet 
viscous rasping of his pile-driving cock going in and out of her 
desire-flooded cunt. 

Janet knew he was going to cum soon, could feel it building up as his cock 
began to swell even greater in size. The knowledge of the impending 
explosion drove her insane with renewed passion. She was just reaching 
around under his nakedly squirming buttocks to wrap her fingers around his 
sperm-laden balls pressed into the split of her buttocks when she was 
startled out of her passion by the crash of the door of the room being 
violently opened and flung back against the wall. As she tried to see around 
Pete's driving shoulders, she heard the voice of her husband roaring like 
the voice of doom, "You goddamn slut!" His voice was hoarse with rage and 
with some other emotion she could not at first identify. Her heart nearly 
stopped beating, stunned with the horror of shame and discovery. The thing 
she had feared the most had happened. She had been discovered in her lewd 
and shameless infidelity by her own husband. 

She tried to wriggle out from under Pete's now-quiet body, but he was too 
heavy to move. She saw that Pete was calmly looking at Paul back over his 
shoulder, a sadistic grin on his face. 

"Oh, God, let me up! Let me up!" she screamed in a choked voice. But Pete 
still held her pinned to the bed, his huge member still spearing into her 
fear-contracted vagina. She felt like a bug nailed to a board by a giant 
spike. 

"Oh, Paul, help me," she screamed. "He tried to rape me," she added in a 
desperate lie. 

"Come off it, baby," Paul sneered. "I've been watching you fight back for 
the last ten minutes," he added sarcastically. 

"Paul, darling ... I'm so sorry. Please don't...." she began. 

"Shut up," he snapped at her, then he looked Pete Jamison straight in the 
eye. 

"Turn the filthy bitch over," he ordered. 

Pete looked puzzled a moment, then a knowing grin came over his face. He 
wrapped his arms tightly around Janet's sweat-streaked body and, with one 
smooth effort, he rolled over so that she was lying on top of him, her 
ripely quivering breasts against his hairy chest and her naked white 
buttocks turned up toward the ceiling. The frantic young wife struggled 
fiercely for a moment to free herself from the arms wrapped tightly around 
her helpless body, but suddenly she was shocked into immobility by a sharp 
stinging slap on her buttocks. 

"Hold your ass still, goddammit," she heard her husband snarl behind her. 
Then she felt his fingers probing at her sensitive little anal ring. 
Startled, she twisted her head to look behind her and saw that Paul was 
kneeling between Pete's legs now as he worked with obscene concentration 
over the nakedly inviting cleft of her buttocks. Her mind dulled with fear 
and shame, Janet vaguely tried to imagine what he was doing, but all she 
could remember was the horror and shame of her present predicament. She knew 
that she had lost Paul for good, that he could never forgive her for what 
she had done. 

She jerked as she felt his outstretched finger nudging against her tightly 
puckering anus. Then, abruptly, the frantic young wife stiffened with horror 
as she began to understand what Pete and her husband were trying to do to 
her. 

"Wait-wait a moment. No ... no! You ... can't," she yelled in alarm as she 
felt Paul's hands opening her fearfully trembling buttocks and draw the 
ass-cheeks further apart. She tried to wriggle away when she felt his finger 
relentlessly pressing at the ring of her anus. She flexed her buttocks 
tightly together, but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist 
crevice was too great. The twin moons were stretched cruelly apart from each 
other until she could feel cool air rushing in to lave the warm crevice 
between the cheeks. "Stop that, Paul! That's sick! Oh God, don't!" 

"Shut up, dammit," she heard her husband snarl behind her, his voice hoarse 
and choked with unnatural passion. Just then, Pete Jamison grabbed her hips 
in his hands and began to move her body up and down on his rigidly pulsating 
penis until, despite herself, she was almost delirious again with rapture at 
the ecstatic sensation resulting from his thick cock fucking in and out of 
her vagina. "You see," he panted under her, "once Paul gets that little hole 
stretched out a little more, we'll fuck you together and you'll love it. I 
swear you will." 

Janet gave a tiny gasp of protest, tears coming to her eyes at the 
realization of the vile unnatural act they were planning to do to her. Her 
own husband was going to sodomize her in her tiny back passage! Oh God! She 
would never live through this. She could never face anyone again after this 
ultimate degradation and subjugation. The last two days had been tame 
compared to this. How could she ever expect her husband to respect and love 
her again? Right now he was acting like a devil, a horrible fiend! A sick 
degenerate with sadistic tendencies. 

Janet tried again to squirm her buttocks away from Paul, but it was a 
useless attempt as Pete continued to skewer her mercilessly on his huge 
shaft. Her husband probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small 
elastic circle, and then suddenly he shoved forward, sinking his extended 
finger up to the first knuckle in her painfully cringing anus. Janet jumped 
from the unexpected sensation, but kept silent. She would not give these two 
beasts the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy again. 

Grinning excitedly, Paul rotated his finger in the tightly puckering little 
opening as his wife's voluptuous young body was propelled up and down on 
Pete's thick cock fucking into her vagina from below. Gradually the 
uncomfortable feeling in her anus lessened and Janet once again became aware 
of Pete's hotly throbbing penis driving in and out of her wide-stretched 
pussy. She relaxed a little and began to move her hips voluntarily again to 
meet each powerful thrust of the cock thundering up into her cunt from 
below, grazing her sensitive cervix and filling her more than she would have 
believed possible. For a breathless moment, the intrusion in her anus 
actually felt good, intensifying all her sensations, but then suddenly, she 
felt the extra pressure of another finger ramming in unexpectedly alongside 
the first. This time, it did hurt and she jerked away from Paul in a frantic 
effort to escape the painful entry. 

Janet's heart sank as she felt Pete's powerful arms pushing her back toward 
her husband behind her. They really meant to do this awful thing to her! 
What had seemed like little more than a cruel joke designed to frighten and 
humiliate her was suddenly blossoming into a terrifying reality. She tried 
again to wrench her nakedly defenseless buttocks away, but it was useless. 
Paul wormed his fingers in and out of her, turning and twisting them in the 
narrow hole in preparation for the greater entry to come. The pain began to 
lessen more and more until the young wife began to almost enjoy the 
sensation from the unnatural invasion. Then, without warning, the two 
fingers were suddenly jerked from her rectum! They seemed to slip out 
reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they came 
free with a lascivious sucking sound. The younger man edged closer, pushing 
her thighs wider with his knees as he moved in behind her helplessly 
skewered body. Then, overcome by the sight of the twin moons below him, he 
leaned forward and dropped his head to her buttocks to lick wetly at the 
crevice between the creamy spheres, moistening the tiny brown hole with his 
tongue and sending strange shivers of forbidden delight coursing over his 
beautiful wife's back. 

Suddenly, Pete's hands around her waist clamped down tighter and the fearful 
young blonde felt herself being lifted high, her loins rising free of the 
impalement of his monstrous cock. Behind her, Paul grasped harshly at her 
nakedly flaring hips, holding them steady before him as he drew his cock 
down to the hotly moistened split of her drenched pussy, running it up and 
down the wet fleshy layers until it was completely lubricated with her 
liquid passion. Then gripping his excitedly pulsing penis, he guided it 
forward until it touched the puckering little hole leading to her rectum. 

Janet shuddered in fear at the first contact. God, it would never fit. It 
felt huge against the tiny opening. She could never take that into her 
rectum without ripping her belly apart! She tried desperately to wriggle 
away, but both men held her securely. She could feel her husband's smooth 
loins behind her and his hot, hard cock searching and probing in the valley 
of her upturned buttocks. Then she felt a direct pressure against her 
sensitive rear opening, a pressure that was soft and rubbery at first and 
then grew into a relentless hardness ... and then into agony. 

"Oh God nooooo! Please! Aaaaaaaggggggh!" 

Her scream pierced the breathless silence of the room as she suddenly felt 
the tight resisting nether ring of her anus giving way before the unyielding 
pressure of Paul's penis. In a sudden blaze of agony, his lust-swollen 
copk-head popped just inside her anus with a jerk. The pain of the depraved 
intrusion vibrated through every fiber of her being, and she babbled 
incoherent pleas for mercy, but her husband's thick pole of hot flesh 
pressed inward, pushing the fearfully puckering flesh inside her 
wide-stretched anal passage in great painful waves before it. She groaned 
with agony as it sank deeper, on and on into her body until she felt the 
stiff curling hair of Paul's loins graze her sensitive ass-cheeks. His 
thickly heated cock jerked over in excitement; then he was buried inside her 
rectum, impaling her virginal anus to the very hilt! 

Tears of anguished humiliation began to well up in the debased young wife's 
blue eyes and overflowed onto her cheeks as the sinewy penis lodged so 
painfully in her rectum throbbed and jerked with Paul's mounting excitement. 
She knew that it was useless to ask for mercy or consideration. Not after he 
had caught her in her unforgivable, faithless acts. 

Then Pete, who had pulled his massively heated cock out of her vagina while 
Paul penetrated her narrow back passage, wrapped his hands around Janet's 
tiny waist once again and jerked her down over his hard waiting shaft. It 
slithered hotly deep up into the moist open cavern of her pussy, and the 
lovely blonde moaned despairingly as she realized that she was now 
hopelessly impaled on the two cocks. 

She could feel the thickness of the one in her rectum rubbing against Pete's 
wildly throbbing shaft beneath her, separated only by the thin membrane 
between her vagina and her narrow back passage. But as she squirmed to free 
herself from the unbelievable lewdness of the two cocks embedded within her 
loins, Janet gradually began to realize that the agonizing pain she had 
suffered a moment before was changing, becoming almost weirdly pleasurable, 
and she tentatively started to move her hips backwards to meet each thrust 
of the thick cock ramming into her rectum from behind. 

There was no further delay. Paul, already excited by the salacious spectacle 
he had witnessed through the mirror next door as Pete had completely 
subjugated his blonde young wife, began to fuck furiously into the warm 
buttery depths of her rectum, while Pete started thrusting his pelvis upward 
with powerful strokes into her wetly welcoming pussy that made the 
bedsprings beneath them creak in protest. As if by previous arrangement, 
both men suddenly pulled their fiery shafts of hard flesh almost out of her 
nakedly quivering body, leaving only the swollen, blood-filled heads within 
tight-stretched pussy and ravished little anus. Then, at the same moment, 
they rammed deep into her body so that Janet's head shot up in surprise from 
where it had fallen on Pete's chest, and she squealed in amazed delight. 
They began to move in unison, buffeting her body back and forth between them 
like a mindless sack of soft foam rubber, and her tiny cries stretched into 
a single sobbing whine of exquisite pleasure as they hammered into her 
wantonly writhing young body with more and more passion. 

Janet's whole being was becoming a quaking mass of lust as she undulated 
wildly in lewd abandon. She was lost in the new, overpowering sensations and 
she wildly rotated her hips and buttocks, joyfully skewering herself on the 
two thick shafts fucking so wonderfully into her loins. She squeezed with 
her cuntal muscles and tensed her buttocks to give Pete and her husband the 
same wild pleasure they were bestowing on her. A magnificent, almost 
volcanic sensation was building, building, higher and higher inside her and 
she felt that something fantastic was about to happen, something bigger then 
anything she had ever experienced. 

"Oooooh ... oooooh ... oooooooohhhhhh!" Janet suddenly groaned in numbing 
pleasure as shattering waves of ecstatic sensation surged through her 
cock-skewered loins and branched out through her entire body, making her 
forget everything in the world but what she was feeling ... the glorious 
sensations that were pounding through her nakedly quivering body like the 
angriest surf. 

"Christ, look at her go!" Pete grunted breathlessly as he stared in 
disbelief up at Janet's uncontrollably trembling body, her body beginning to 
jerk and buck from the cresting orgasm. Even when he had fucked her earlier 
the young wife hadn't acted like this, the older man thought as his eyes 
widened with awed admiration. 

"Yeah, and it feels ... like she's going to ... do it again," Paul gasped 
breathlessly as he felt his beautiful wife's anus tighten around his 
pistoning cock, despite how brutally stretched her narrow channel was. 

Lying on the bed, Pete could by then do nothing but nod helplessly as he 
felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around his rapidly growing penis, and he 
sensed another shudder of orgasm tear through her doubly-skewered body. The 
helpless woman was out of her mind with desire now and throbbed out an 
orgasm that seemed to go on and on forever. 

Paul was startled by the sudden realization that Janet was even better 
suited to him than he had imagined. In the midst of this unnatural 
situation, he had discovered that his own wife was one of those priceless 
women who just came and came until they passed out from sheer exhaustion. It 
seemed impossible that prudish, straight-laced Janet Thompson could be like 
that, and yet she quivered and groaned, working furiously against the two 
cocks that pounded relentlessly into her wetly stretched passages. Again and 
again they both slammed into her, fucking faster until she gasped 
desperately for air, her blonde curls spilling and bouncing over her flushed 
face as she worked to get the maximum of sensation from their steadily 
accelerating pace. 

Then suddenly Janet's brain reeled anew as she heard a low animal-like groan 
from deep in the throat of her husband, filling her rectum so wonderfully 
from behind with his long thick cock. She felt his penis begin to throb and 
expand as it pummeled deep into her stretched back passage. She could also 
feel Pete's penis thickening and flexing in her desperately contracting 
vagina, and she clamped even harder on it to speed his orgasm. 

Suddenly, Paul's white bubbling river of cum began spurting far up inside 
her insanely rippling rectum, and that triggered her greatest orgasm yet so 
powerful that she pitched forward almost unconscious against the hairy chest 
below her. 

Pete, feeling the younger man's release, plunged upward embedding his own 
wildly ejaculating cock deep into her clenching young pussy, pumping his own 
white hot sperm far up into the depths of her cunt. 

A moment later, Paul's rapidly deflating penis slipped limply from her 
ravaged rectum, and the battered young wife felt her body shudder violently 
as one final gush of pleasure rippled through her loins. 

For what seemed like hours, their panting filled the now otherwise silent 
room. The warm liquid of their combined releases seeped from her slowly 
closing anus, trickled down the crevice of her buttocks to mix with Pete's 
hot sperm overflowing from her still twitching vaginal lips. She rolled off 
of Pete's body, softly groaning as his penis slithered lifelessly from her 
forever-stretched vagina, and lay between the nakedly sprawled forms of the 
two men, her legs still open as the pink fleshy layers of her vagina 
glistened with their cum. 

Slowly, the beautiful young wife's senses began to return to her, and her 
warm glow of contentment started to fade as she remembered the realities of 
her situation. She turned toward her husband, words of remorse and guilt 
trembling on her lips. But, to her amazement, she saw Paul already looking 
at her, a slow gentle smile lighting up his face. Just then, Pete raised his 
sweaty head from the mattress and saw the young couple tenderly, yet 
hesitatingly, gazing at one another. His own hard face softened then, and he 
put an arm around each of the younger people. They looked at one another 
.uncertainly for a moment and then all burst into delighted laughter. Janet 
flew into her husband's waiting arms and crushed herself to him happily. 

Janet knew then, with some instinctive, certain feeling, that a magic 
process had been completed, and that a rich new life lay ahead for them, a 
life freed of the old fears and inhibitions of the past. She heard a sound 
at the door and looked up to see Laura standing there, her beautiful body 
completely naked, glowing in the ' soft light like a lustrous pearl. She 
beckoned and Laura slowly came across the room to them, to throw herself 
down amongst them, to become a part of their magic. 

It was going to be a long, warm night. 


THE END
