CMN-121 ATTACK FROM BEHIND
by Joseph Cirelli


CHAPTER ONE

"I'm as sorry as you are, honey, but there's absolutely nothing I can do 
about it. Some of the other guys checked with the front office and they 
said the same thing . . . Red's the last word on who gets laid off. Until 
business picks up again after the energy crunch, I'm just out of luck!"

Don Willard had tried to break it to his wife Diane as easily as he 
could, but there just wasn't any way to camouflage the truth . . . he was 
going to be out of a job in thirteen days. The company had suffered from 
the gas shortage and they were taking the easy way out. Like most 
businesses, they were laying off people who needed their jobs the most. 
None of the executives were feeling the pinch, nor the foremen like Red 
Collins; they were all cozy and secure in their homes out in Forest Acres, 
not over here on the east side of town worried about where the rent money 
was going to come from.

He had thought about not telling her, taking the time that the company 
owed him for leave to look for something else. But what was there in this 
one-company town? Nothing.

Diane kept a stiff upper lip until Don had finished with the bad news and
gone on to work; then, and only then, did she allow herself the luxury of a
good cry.

Why now? Oh, God, why now? she sobbed woefully, her pillow already 
stained with tears. And tonight was supposed to be my big surprise . . . I
was going to tell him I might be pregnant! Pregnant and without a job. Some
surprise!

Through sheer force of will, she managed to clean the house and do the 
laundry and be at 'the warehouse dock when Don got off at fours He had a 
ride in the morning,. but in the afternoons she always came for him in 
their five-year-old Chevy. Sometimes they would stop for dinner at one Of 
the town's five eating places. They weren't classy enough to be called 
restaurants, but the two of them had figured it out that they could eat 
about as cheaply as cooking at home, as long as they stayed dear of the 
expensive meats and stuck with chicken and pork.

She was a little early arriving at the dock and Red was outside at the 
tiny podiumlike desk that he kept, checking over the day's worksheets and 
manifests.

Red was a coarse looking man, the kind of man, she imagined, 'that would 
be a tough sergeant in the Marines. With his short-sleeve shirt on, she 
could see the Korean War vintage tattoos 'on his muscled, upper arms. He 
even wore his hair like they did then, in. an antiquated crew-cut that 
everyone laughed about -behind his back, of course, for Red wasn't the kind
of man to take kidding. He lived alone since his wife had left him three 
years before. Some of the old-timers said that she ran. away with a 
salesman from up north, anxious for a shot at a better life somewhere away 
from this forgotten, decaying town in the Carolina coastal plain.

Evansboro was, no different from a thousand other towns just like. it. 
Once thriving and on the junction of two rail lines, with its own railway 
passenger station, it bore the promise of growth and prosperity. That is, 
until both lines cut out their passenger traffic and, finally, pared their 
shipping along this spur line to the bone. Talk of a boom-town faded 
quickly, and the younger people started moving west or north, anywhere that
offered the hope of a good-paying job and a better life.

The textile products company that Don worked for was the one shot in the 
arm, the last hope for Evansboro, though most of the optimists had even 
given up now and were just fighting to keep the tiny town alive. The 
railway station was gone, burned down by unknown vandals on a wintry night.
Four service stations had closed for good, leaving just Pop's Independent 
Self-Service, which was something of a local joke since it only had gas 
about one out of a dozen days. Most everyone, Don included, drove five 
miles to the nearest real town to buy from the stations that thrived there 
on the Interstate highway, another thing that passed Evansboro by.
 "Hi, Diane, you're a little early, aren't you?" Red asked, 
climbing down from the loading dock. He walked over to her window, close
enough to touch her if he had dared. Diane was the prettiest girl in town, 
almost everyone agreed, and though some of the older citizens whispered 
about her cut-off short jeans and miniskirts and sun-back halters that she 
wore during the warmer months, hardly anyone would deny that she was 
naturally beautiful, one of those clear, sparkling country girls born with 
earthy good looks that were the root of a hundred traveling-salesmen jokes.

"Yeah, I guess I am . . . but it doesn't matter. I won't be coming much 
longer, will I? Not after next week."

Red looked down, averting his eyes from hers. "So Don told you. I'm 
sorry, Diane, for your sake, but it couldn't be helped. He had the least 
seniority of anyone on the dock and . . ."

"But how about the year before that? The year he spent inside at the 
looms?"

He ran his fingers nervously through his short-cropped hair, his face 
flushed "Sorry, Diane . . . but I have to call it as I see it. Nothing 
personal, Diane, 'cause you know how I've always felt about you."

"Please, Red, let's not start that again," she pouted, not at all anxious
to have old memories, especially painful ones, rekindled. She had gone out 
with Red a couple of times when they were growing up here; of course, he 
was a lot older, much too old to be dating girls in high school like she 
was at the time. But Diane was always a bit of a rebel, too high strung for
this tiny town. Some of the folks who went to the Baptist church called her
a "flirt" and a "man-teaser," but those kinds of words just rolled off her 
back because she knew what she was like inside. And that none of those 
rumors about her were true.

The rumors were the part that hurt, at least in the beginning And on more
than one night Diane lay awake, tears on her cheeks, painfully wondering 
how anyone could start such stories when none of them were true. Sure, she 
had gone out often enough, and sometimes with older men, college men and 
occasionally a local boy who had gone off to the Army, but she never let 
them go all the way, not ever. But none of them had ever believed it until 
he tried his luck, and most of her Saturday nights were spent practicing 
the art of self-defense, often in the back seat of an old car out at the 
Highway 64 Drive In.

Red had been one of the non-believers, cocksure and confident that if 
anybody got in her pants, it would have to be him. And it almost took the 
police to stop him . . .!

* * *





Diane knew almost immediately that coming to this juke-joint with Red was
a mistake. The place was on a lonely county unpaved road, hardly more than 
four shaky walls and a sawdust floor littered with cigarette butts and 
spilled beer. Whiskey was the drawing card, though, illicit whiskey from a 
backwoods still and served in Dixie cups at a dollar for a shot that would 
make a big city barman blanch. Most of the men drank it straight, while the
women poured half into a cup sloshing with Coke and mixed it until they 
could get it down without choking.

Sal's had a reputation for trouble -women scratching each other 
half-to-death over a man. Men shooting it out for the favors of some 
country gal with sporting blood. But even with all that, Diane wanted to 
see what it was like. The element of chance, the taunting thrill of the 
forbidden, was always her downfall.. . or nearly so.



And this time, once she was inside and her eyes adjusted to the acrid 
haze of cigarette and cigar smoke, she knew that she had seen all of Sal's 
that she needed to see. There was a kind of stage made from upended Cola 
crates and a sheet of plywood that looked as though it would scarcely 
support its own weight, much less anyone else's. But there, on what passed 
for a stage, was a woman in her late thirties or early forties, obviously 
fast-approaching unconsciousness from too much of Sal's homemade
corn . . . and she was stripping!

Diane turned to leave, but Red caught her with his huge forearm. "C'mon, 
honey . . . you've seen naked women before. This is just part of the fun!"

"Well, I don't want any part of it . . . I'm going home!" she said.

Red smiled confidently. "Okay, baby . . . go right ahead. There's eight 
miles of dirt track and swamp between here and the highway, and if you make
it that far, there's only another five miles into town. There ought to be a
lot of Marines on the highway tonight, heading back to the base down at 
Cherry Point. I'm sure a carload of 'em would be delighted to give you a 
lift!"

Diane shuddered at the possibilities and her stomach turned as she 
realized that Red was right; he had the car keys and she knew no one else 
in this foul-smelling place who would give a damn whether she got home or 
wound up gang-raped in some sleazy motel.

They made their way to a dirty, drink-stained table and Red wiped it 
clean with a soiled napkin that he found on the floor.
"Here . . . just like one of them big city strip joints. Maybe not as 
fancy, but a lot more action!" he boasted.

Diane nearly laughed until she realized, with growing fascination and 
disgust, that he was serious. He really was proud to be a regular in this 
awful dump! 

 Diane tried not to look at the woman who was taking her clothes off as 
the club's seedy patrons cheered her on, but there was nothing else in the 
ramshackle place to keep her attention and her eyes kept wandering back to 
the pathetic stripper. 

She was down to her brassiere and panties and she tried futilely to 
manage a sexy bump and grind, but when she did it, the sensuous movements 
took on an air of the grotesque, her heavy body undulating and twisting as 
if she were having convulsions.

Diane watched as she took off her brassiere and her enormous breasts 
sprang from the too tight cups like freed savage animals, shivering and 
shaking in great rippling shudders as she writhed to the music from the 
country jukebox.

"Take it all off!" Red shouted in chorus with the others. "Drop those 
drawers, Mama!"

Diane couldn't help herself -like a sightseer at a car wreck, she found 
herself watching even though her stomach churned at the sight of the 
pathetic woman degrading herself in front of these people. 
 She finished her strip, pulling her wrinkled panties down and 
wriggling her bare buttocks to the audience Diane had been so engrossed 
that she failed to notice Red's arm moving to the back of her chair. When 
she felt it there finally, she did nothing, for it wasn't exactly a gesture
to become alarmed about, but when his hand slipped down her upper arm a few
minutes later and his fingers hotly groped for her breast, she sprang out 
of her chair in a flash and turned to face him indignantly.

"Just what 'ya think you're doing, Red? You keep your hands off me . . . 
keep your hands off my boobs!" she blurted before she realized that most of
the patrons had turned their attention to her now that the performance was 
over.

They all began to laugh and some of the men hooted derisively at Red. 
 "Hey, Red, you heard her! Keep your hands of them boobs, buddy!" 

"Yeah, ol' Red's been grabbing aroun' in the wrong places, ladies and 
gentlemen! Yes, sir!" 

Red blushed and his lips trembled, but not in embarrassment. Diane knew 
immediately what was going through his mind, for she had seen him tear a 
taunting rich-boy apart at a basketball game one night when he made fun of 
Red's bulky physique. The uppermost thought in her mind was escape . . . 
she had to get away from Red, she didn't know what he was capable of in 
this kind of ugly mood!

"That was a mistake, Diane . . . a big mistake!" he hissed through 
gritted teeth, pushing his sleeves up his thick muscled arms. Suddenly he 
lashed out at her and caught her shoulder in one huge, powerful hand.

"Aaawww!" she winced. "You're hurting me, you big bully!"

 "Naw, I ain't hurting you. Not like I might if you talk back to me 
again, woman!"

"P-please, Red, I didn't mean anything . . . I didn't!" she cried as he 
moved her backward with a cruel vicious pressure on her shoulder.
She grimaced in pain, expecting fully to hear and feel the anguish of her 
collarbone crushing under his meaty grip. Only when the backs of her legs 
bumped against the makeshift stage did she dare to think the unthinkable; 
it was only the faintest glimmer of a possibility at that moment, but still
her blood ran cold in her veins at the very thought.



"Atta' boy, Red . . . let's get her on the stage! This joint could use a 
new act!" someone shouted drunkenly, and a cacophony of hoots and derisive 
taunts chorused their encouragement.

"C'mon, honey, give us a show! Let's-see them titties you don't want big 
Red to play with! Shit, they must be made of gold!"

"Hoo-ee . . . I ain't never seen no gold titties a'fore . . . let's git 
on with it!" a burly redneck in coveralls howled, his voice rising as he 
yelled until it sounded like a hound dog baying at a full moon.

Diane's heart froze in her breast and her mind refused, in a kind of 
last-ditch defense against the inevitable, to believe the words that she 
was hearing. It had to be some kind of awful nightmare, it had to be! 

"Get your pretty ass up on that stage and give the good folks a show, 
Diane," Red snarled, his lips quivering in rage and his cheeks reddened 
with hot coursing blood. "You think you're somethin' special . . . too good
for the folks down here in the hollow. Well, let's see what you got that 
nobody else ain't . . . c'mon, let's see that gold-plated tail o'yours!" He
pushed her roughly and she fell backward onto the stage, sprawled 
humiliatingly as the crowd of revelers moved in for the show. There was a 
solid wall of men and women, most of them in blue jeans and work shirts or 
faded gingham dresses, and they pressed in tight around the stage, blocking
her slightest chance of escape.

"Here you go, baby . . . have a drink!" a weaving farmboy leered, 
extending a paper cup full of whiskey in her direction. Diane shook her 
head instinctively, for she disliked the taste of straight liquor, but then
she changed her mind. 

"Yes, yes . . . give it here!" I'll need it. I'll have to have it to live
through this nightmare!

She gulped the hundred proof moonshine down as though it were a chilled 
beer from a mug, and her throat and stomach mutely screamed their horror as
the burning liquid seared its way into her belly. She gagged and choked and
someone slapped her on the back as the others laughed and taunted her 
mercilessly.

"Let's see that bod, honey! C'mon, hurry up!"

"Shit, baby, I'm getting tired o'waiting . . . move it, doll!" a bleached
blonde woman shrilly demanded, her arm around a man's waist and her fingers
deftly wriggling into his fly as they stood close to the stage, pressed 
against it in the surge of anxious onlookers.

Diane looked around nervously, eyes fluttering, in a futile search for a 
way out, but it was growingly apparent that there was only one . . . to do 
as they said! To strip naked and let them see her parading around nude like
some harlot!

She tried to stall, hoping that the momentum would ease and perhaps they 
would find someone else to vent their lusts upon, but it was hopeless . . .
they wanted her! She was new here, she was young and from a better side of 
the tracks . . . and they wanted her stripped bare, down to the naked 
flesh!

"Honey, maybe you need some help," one husky, bare-chested country boy 
suggested, licking his lips as he tried to climb drunkenly onto the stage. 
Diane gasped . . . God, no, anything would be better than having him touch 
her, anything!

"N-no . . no, p-please! I'll do it, just don't touch me! I'll do it 
alone!" she tearfully sobbed. Her fingers trembled as they sought the 
metallic zipper that ran along her spine and when it opened, the onlookers 
cheered and raised their cups of whiskey and coke into the air, sloshing 
each other and the stage in a rain of cheap liquor.

"That's the way, baby . . . take it off! Take it off!" The words were 
like a shot of adrenaline to the crowd and they took up the rhythmic cheer,
chanting and screaming until it seemed that the roof would blow off the 
run-down shack . . .
 Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!

The night air was chill and foreboding as she eased the zipper down her 
back slowly, shakily, but she was finding some semblance of solace in the 
fast-rushing effects of the whiskey that she had gulped down. It didn't 
ease the pain, nor did it make this nightmare end, but it blurred the 
others and this lewd act into a drunken melange of unreal shapes and 
features.

With a deafening roar, the demanding chant continued, accompanied now by 
foot-stomping and clapping as the crowd of drunks and half-drunks worked 
themselves into a lusting blood-frenzy!
 

When she pushed the dress from her right shoulder, she felt her bare skin
tingle with goosebumps, and then, when the other shoulder was down and the 
dress fell down her bare arms, the frenzied crowd seemed on the verge of 
storming the stage.

"That's the stuff, baby! . . . get them gold titties out here!"

"Ya-hooo! Man, that's some nice looking stuff! Take it off, take it all 
off, baby!"

Her dress had fallen down to her waist and she wore only a bra from the 
waist up, the white flowered cups barely concealing the full womanly mounds
of her high proud breasts. Over the top of each cup was the teasing hint of
pink nipple . . . and the men watched with bulging eyes as her hands 
nervously worked the tiny metallic clasps of her brassiere. Suddenly, it 
was free and she let it slide down her arms, her eyes closed in sickening 
shame and despair as a chorus of hoots and catcalls rose up spontaneously.

"Hey, Red . . . they ain't gold but they sure are nice!" the bare-chested
man who had offered to help her strip exclaimed.

"Shit, what a pair of boobs!"
 Diane never fully knew what happened next. She was staring down at the 
floor, her vision blurred by the stinging tears of utter despair that 
trickled wetly down her cheeks. Suddenly there was someone with her on the 
shaky stage, then another . . . and still another.

She looked up just as one of the drunken Saturday-night revelers grabbed 
for her breasts; a scream lodged in her throat but it was drowned in the 
deafening roar of wanton arousal that cheered him on as he hotly fondled 
her naked breasts.

"Man, they're soft like a couple of kittens!" he drawled, his eyes wide 
with lust and glazed with the hope of something more than a feel . . . he 
wanted all of it, he wanted his cock in her tight little pussy, the 
stuck-up bitch!

He was a complete stranger to her, not even a face that she remembered 
seeing in the time that she had been at Sal's, but he was known to the 
others and they called him by name and urged him on.

"C'mon, Leroy . . . show the little lady what a country boy special looks
like!" a busty blonde with teased and frosted hair shouted shrilly, her 
eyes flickered with the ecstasy of some forbidden memory.

He grinned back at her and tipped his sweat-stained cowboy Stetson at her
politely, then zipped down his blue jeans and wriggled his half-erect cock 
from inside.

A few of the men shouted their approval, and a couple of the women looked
away -the ones with their husbands too close to risk a furtive peek. But 
even those women, managed a quick glance before modestly looking aside.

One bosomy brunette with curly hair and thick makeup whistled like a 
drugstore cowboy leering at a pretty pair of legs.

Diane watched numbly, unable to comprehend what was happening, until he 
started to move closer with the thick, blood-heated pole of his cock 
gripped in his two fists like a medieval weapon.

"No, no!" she screamed hysterically. "Please!" And as if some divine 
benevolence had intervened, the stage suddenly heaved drunkenly like the 
bow of a small boat in a squall and the whole makeshift affair tumbled 
sideways onto the saw dust floor, knocking people and drinks and tables in 
a dozen different directions at once.

Diane sensed rather than saw an opening . . . her unconsciousness running
wildly on the surge of adrenalin that poured into her frightened body. She 
darted like a rabbit before the hounds, furtively, desperately, in a 
head-long rush for the door before the confusion deprived her of her only 
chance.

"Get her! Don't let her out!"

"Grab her somebody! Grab her!"

Her body was slippery from the misted sheen of fearful perspiration that 
her plight had brought to her flesh and she slid from their hands like a 
greased pig at a county fair, her dress flapping from her waist and her 
discarded shoes left behind on the collapsed stage, a casualty of the fall.
She tumbled and dodged and ran sideways in a pell-mell dash for the outside
. . . and what passed as safety in her frightened mind.

A callused hand grabbed crushingly at her breast and a leering, 
drink-soaked pair of lips hotly kissed her there and yellowed teeth bit at 
her naked pink nipple, but she was too desperate to feel the pain.

One last man stood between her and the door, an especially sodden 
farmhand of indeterminate years and he rushed at her clumsily, his arms 
wide, and managed to grab her from sheer luck as she darted to avoid a 
younger man who seemed the more immediate danger. The old man shoved his 
hand up between her thighs, hooting with laughter through the fleshy 
opening of his mouth, and his fingers, toughened with years of manual 
labor, tore her panties in half as easily as a sheet of finest tissue and 
she moaned as he crudely poked between her trembling labial lips. She 
struggled desperately, kicking at his coveralled shins and scratching at 
his face, but he seemed impervious, his mind numbed to anything but the 
warm moist softness of her pussy!

"Aaawww! No, noooo!" she whimpered as his callus-hard middle finger 
stiffened like a man's cock, suddenly poked between her cuntal lips and 
into the tight grip of her twat!

Only the impatient lust of the other men saved her, for they grabbed her 
roughly away from the old man, anxious to be the first themselves, and a 
fight broke out that afforded her the precious last few seconds that she 
needed to escape. 

Before she could breathe again, she was outside in the cellar-black 
night, running blindly along a dirt rut toward the distant twinkle of the 
highway, miles across the piney Carolina coastal plain. There was no moon, 
but enough starlight to show her the roadway, and she ran until her heart 
pounded in her naked breast like a trip-hammer.

She heard them behind her, then they returned for their cars and she 
glanced back over her bare shoulders to see the beams of headlights slicing
the night like searchlight beacons as they bounced along the potholed dirt 
road, closing in on her. She knew that there was no hope unless she could 
get off the road, so she ran headlong into the pine forest, charging 
through the underbrush that bordered the road and into the relative 
clearness of the woods itself.

On and on she ran, oblivious of time or distance, just step after painful
step as the limbs tore at her young nakedness and the forest floor ripped 
at the soles of her bare feet.

She remembered the snake hunts that her father had talked about in this 
part of the county, the nights they had gone out with flashlights and 
rifles after rattlesnakes and moccasins, and more than once she was certain
that she heard the clicking sound of a rattler within striking distance. 
And every branch or fallen limb larger than a pencil beneath her bare soles
seemed to move and coil, a slithering monster ready to sink its poison 
fangs in her naked flesh!

When at last she reached the highway, she was barely able to stand, and 
her mind, as minds will in the shock of desperation could dwell on nothing 
but the morning's papers . . . DIANE RAYNOR ESCAPES FROM GANG-RAPE! LOCAL 
GIRL FORCED TO STRIP AT BACKWOODS JUKE JOINT!

And the cops with their snide remarks and off-color questioning, the 
neighbors who would always look at her questioningly and whisper behind her
back of what really happened that night!

She knew that she couldn't face it, that this awful nightmare had to be 
her secret, to share with no one! This small town was not like the big 
city, where a girl could escape her past . . . she had to pretend that this
never happened. She had to try and forget those awful people at Sal's, the 
ones who had forced her into this wicked and despicable perversion . . . 
for they had won! She was defeated . . . there was no way for her to strike
back!

 * * *





Even today, years and years later, when she sat waiting for her husband, 
a full woman of twenty six, she felt her pulse quicken and her blood run 
cold as she remembered that night, how she had cleaned herself as best she 
could in a closed service station, using the leftover water in the hose. 
How she had pieced her dress back together with a pair of hairpins from her
long blonde hair and hitched a ride into town with a college boy returning 
home from up at Chapel Hill.

She hated Red Collins with the kind of festering hatred that only 
intensifies with age, strengthening like a corked bottle of pepper sauce, 
but it was her private hatred . . . not one that she dared to share with 
even Don.

The shift-change whistle sounded deep in the bowels of the huge brick 
building and Diane heard the anxious shuffling of hundreds of feet as 
production workers, executives and foremen, and the dozens of miscellaneous
workers like her husband Don began to leave.

Red started to leave, putting his hat back on and covering the bald spot 
on the top of his close-cropped head. "Maybe we could talk about it, Diane.
I mean, about . . . well, about the job and all," he stammered, wiping his 
brow with the back of his forearm. "Tomorrow night, maybe That is, if . . 
."


 "You know Don has Army reserve meetings that night . . . he does 
every week."

Red managed a thin smile, though his lips threatened to twist into a 
leer. "Yeah, I know . . . I kinda' thought you could come, anyway. We could
talk about it over a couple of beers."

Diane's face reddened and she would have said a lot more if she hadn't 
seen Don coming off the platform and moving quickly toward the car. "You . 
. . you must be crazy, Red Collins! You must be nuts to even think such a 
thing!"

He glanced up and saw Don approaching, a look of distrusting concern on 
his ruggedly handsome face. "Well, I'll be seeing you, Diane. Don, how's 
everything? . . . I was just shootin' the breeze with your wife. I hope you
don't mind," he said without a trace of sincerity.

"No, I don't mind . . . but after next week, you'll have to find somebody
else, 'cause she won't be picking me up, remember?"

Red scratched himself and looked up at the platform as if he hoped that 
something would happen. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that.

"Well, I'll be seeing you," he said to no one in particular and ambled 
off in his peculiar kind of limp, a left-over from the Korean War that 
brought him a disability check every month from Uncle Sam, though there 
wasn't a man within ten miles who would chance a fight with him unless he 
had a big stick and a head-start.

"What the hell did he want?" Don spat angrily as he got in and lit 
himself a cigarette, switching on the radio. "Trying to rub it in a 
little?"

"No, nothin' like that," Diane smiled, passing her hand over her 
husband's muscled thigh. "Just passing time, that's all . . . we were 
talking about some people who used to live in town, just gossiping."

"Well, who gives a shit," he grumbled, slinking down in the seat and 
resting his head on the back as she drove out of the crowded parking lot. 
"Who gives a shit about him . . . or this fuckin' one-horse town?"

"Aw, Don honey, you shouldn't talk like that. This town's been pretty 
good to us up 'til now. This is the first rotten break that's been dealt 
us, so we can't really complain."

Don snorted. "The hell I can't complain. I'm getting the shaft, baby, and
that's something to complain about!"

"Is it that bad, Don? I mean, it's really final, huh?"

"Of course . . . that's what I was trying to tell you."

"Can't you find something else? There must be . . ."

"Oh, sure . . . just run downtown and pick up a job, is that the way? 
Honey, there can't be more than one or two jobs open in this whole 
God-forsaken dump . . . and there'll be more than twenty guys out of work. 
What'ya think the chances are? Some of these guys have uncles and brothers 
and cousins all over town . . . . Me, I'm still an outsider. No, there 
ain't a chance in hell . . . We'll just have to look somewhere else, I 
reckon."

"Leave Evansboro? Oh, honey, you can't mean it!" Diane blurted, taking 
her eyes off the road and stirring a cloud of dust as the wheels edged onto
the shoulder.

"Look where you're driving! Yeah, I mean it . . . you're damn right I 
mean it. I'll leave first chance after next week and go up north and look 
for something. You'll just have to stay on here and wait for me to send 
some money."

Diane sobbed softly, keeping her head turned away from her husband so 
that he wouldn't see her crying. Maybe he wasn't emotionally tied to this 
town, but she certainly was . . . it was her birthplace, the town where she
had grown up. Where her mom and dad had lived happily until their deaths . 
. . and now he wanted her to just pack up and leave? For what? Some cheap 
tenement housing in a northern town? A place where she had no friends? 
Where she wouldn't be able to leave the apartment for fear of being mugged 
or raped?

Even now, the faintest glimmer of an idea sparkled almost unnoticed in 
the back of her mind. It was nothing now, not even an idea . . . that was 
yet to come. But Diane knew that she had to do something -anything! -to 
turn this whole mess around.
She had to!




CHAPTER TWO



"Diane, I just don't understand why you keep harping on it over and 
over," Don said irritably as they sat on the sofa after dinner. The news 
was on but he had turned the sound off and some nameless politician wiggled
his lips and contorted his face silently on the television screen.

"I'm sorry . . . I really am, honey. But it just sounds so awful to me, 
that's all. I can't get used to the idea of leaving Evansboro."

He sat up and turned to face her. "But, Diane, we always talked about one
day moving up to Raleigh and getting one of those nice houses with the 
fancy lawns and raising a couple of young'uns."

"Sure, but this isn't the same . . . It isn't Raleigh you're talking 
about. And there won't be any nice house with a lawn. Even if there is a . 
. . oh, skip it."

"Skip what? What're you getting at?" he demanded angrily. "There's 
something else bugging you, honey. Let's hear it . . . spit it out!"

"Nothing . . . ." She lowered her face sulkingly. "C'mon.. . don't play 
games with me. What is it? What is it?"

Diane swallowed hard. "I'm . . . I might be pregnant."

Don had the pained, stopped-in-mid-air look of a man just kicked in the 
gut; all the color had drained from his face and it took a couple of 
seconds before he was back to normal again.

"Pregnant? You think you're pregnant!?" he gasped, his eyes widening and 
his cheeks puffed with angry disbelief.

"Don, I'm sorry. But you know I just had to stop taking the pill because 
it was messing me up something awful. It must have been that night you came
home from bowling late and we played around without using anything . . . 
you can't blame me. It took two of us, you know."

They were passing The Stop-Over, a local beer joint and hangout that 
offered pool tables and pinball and too-friendly hostesses. Don had often 
frequented the place, but it wasn't something that he told his wife about.

"Stop here . . . stop' the car!" he demanded. Diane wheeled up to the 
curb, her hands shaking as they tightly gripped the wheel "W- what's wrong,
honey? P- please, don't make a scene here, right in town!"

"I'm not going to make any scene I'm just gettin' out. Go on home, I just
want to stop off for a beer or two."

"In that place? Don, please!"

"Go on, damn it! I don't need you motherin' me all the time. I'll see you
later!" He got out and slammed the door without looking back and strode 
hurriedly into the painted-glass-front bar. Diane heard the high-pitched 
giggle of one of the hostesses as she called him familiarly by name.

She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes with the soft fabric of her 
sleeve and drove away before anyone saw her. But still, as she steered the 
car along familiar streets, around corners that she had rounded a million 
times, she felt very, very alone, as if she had somehow taken the wrong 
turn and was in some dreary, unfriendly city . . . a city like the one that
she knew they would soon be moving to up north.

People in their cars or standing on their lawns were all strangers as she
drove home alone. No one smiled or waved or tipped his hat.

Never in her short, happy life had she felt so alone . . . and so 
desperately in need . . . Oh, Don, why, why? Why do you blame me? It's not 
my fault about the job or even about the baby! Why!?

* * *



She had finally drifted off to sleep, reconciled at last to being alone 
on this night of all nights to be lonely. She had thought once of calling 
the sheriff's office, just in case something had happened to Don, but she 
decided against it. Everyone in Evansboro knew who he was -if he had been 
in an accident or something, the deputy would have recognized him right 
off.
But the alternatives that she had to face were almost as bad in their 
fashion . . . he must be with another woman, some hussy from the bar. Maybe
they were in bed together right now, maybe he was kissing her . . . or' 
worse! Maybe . . . Oh, Don, come home, come home!

Suddenly she awoke with a start, her head spinning from the jarring 
awakening and the sound of noise in the living room. But the voice that 
soon followed it was familiar enough . . . it was Don and he was dead 
drunk!

"Goddamn it, what's that footstool doing there!" he cursed loudly. "Son 
of a bitchin' broad never cleans up!"

She stood silently in the doorway to the bedroom, waiting for him to 
finish venting his booze-soaked rage against the furniture and against her.
He weaved even as he stood still and when he finally saw her he waved her 
away with a limp toss of his arm.

"Go back to bed . . . I don't want'a talk to you."

"Why, Don? Why do you blame me?" she asked softly, careful not to raise 
her voice for fear that she would set him off on another rampage. He had 
never hurt her, never even laid a hand on her in anger . . . but there was 
always the first time.

"Aw, shut your face and go back to sleep," he muttered, his voice 
suddenly losing much of. its incoherent drunkenness. "I'm all right just 
having a little fun, that's all."

"With a woman?" she asked before she could stop herself.

"Yeah! With a woman!" he shouted, waving his arm in the air, his fist 
clenched threateningly. "With three of 'em! I was fuckin' all three of 'em 
at once. What's it to 'ya? And not one of them got pregnant! Not one!"

She crossed the room to his side and put her arm around his waist and 
kissed him lightly on the cheek. He jerked away at first but she knew from 
years of marriage that he didn't mean it . . . he could have stayed away if
he hadn't wanted to come home. Nobody forced him to come back to her.

"Let's go to bed, honey . . . you've got to go to work in five hours," 
she whispered softly in his ear. He let himself be led blindly into the 
darkened bedroom' and just fell across the bed diagonally. Diane undressed 
him and folded his pants and shirt and managed to straighten him out on the
bed so that she had enough room to crawl under the covers.

"I have to know, Don," she said softly when they were both in bed. "I 
have to know . . . is it the baby? Or is it the job? Would it be all right,
the baby, I mean, if you had your job?"

He lifted his head with the last fading strength left in his liquor 
racked body; his eyes were only slits and his voice was weak but clear. "Of
course it's the job, honey . . . You know I wanted a baby as much as you. 
But now . . . Goddamn it, I can't feed both of you without a job. I can't 
even take care of us. It's a rotten fuckin' deal, Diane! A rotten . . . 
fuckin . . . " His voice trailed off and his head. sank onto the pillow 
again; almost immediately his breath began to come in snorting short gasps 
and he was asleep. Or passed out.

That faint glimmer of an idea, that spark that glowed in the recesses of 
her troubled thoughts, was growing now into a full fledged plan. Or at 
least the beginnings of one . . . she not only knew what she had to do, but
she also knew when and maybe even how.

She turned onto her side, away from her sleeping husband, as if the lurid
wantonness of what she planned made her unfit to touch him, even in their 
marital bed. It was a desperate plan and one that sickened her just to 
think of it . . . but she knew now that there was no other way.



CHAPTER THREE



It was the worst night of the week for Red, what with half the local guys
off at Reserve meeting and the rest at the Moose Lodge. There was so little
going on in Evansboro this night every week that most of the bars even 
closed up for lack of business; so it was either stay home and watch TV 
with a cold six-pack standing by or face the long drive over to Kinston 
where there was at least the chance of a little excitement.

Red was sort of in-between . . . too old for the Reserves and too young, 
he thought, for any of those hale-and-hearty fraternal groups like the 
Moose and the Elks, the only two that functioned in Evansboro. Of course, 
for the monied set, there was always the Forest Acres Club. Red could have 
joined, for as a house-owner in Forest Acres, he was automatically 
eligible, but he knew better than to try hob-nobbing with the company 
wheels over there. He might have been the last word on the loading docks, 
but with those front-office guys, he knew where he stood
-one peg above the rest of the flunkies like Don Willard.

He was sitting in his favorite chair, one of those vinyl recliners with 
the built-in vibrator, a gift from his wife Louise before she ran off with 
some bum from up north. It was the only reminder of her that was left in 
the house- everything else was gone. Pictures, their wedding silver, even 
the clothes of his that she picked out. And the only reason he kept the 
chair was practicality -he liked it and replacing it would cost a bundle.

Red leaned far out over the chair arm and opened a drawer in the front of
the telephone table. His fingers found a worn metal frame,
the glass gone years ago, and he took it out reverently, like it was a holy
relic.

He looked down in his lap at the photograph, nearly ten years old now and
never too clear even when it was new. It was a photograph taken at the 
state fair up in Raleigh, the only one that he had of Diane.

She hadn't wanted to pose for the fifty-cent photographer, but after Red 
ran into her on the midway, she finally agreed, and the expression was 
perfect -the slightly sullen, bored look of a beautiful woman in a 
teenager's body. A woman who could have gone on to almost anything, but 
stayed on in Evansboro with a husband that would never amount to much more 
than a day-laborer.

Damn, you were some good-looking girl, Diane, and you're even nicer 
looking as a woman! You could have had me or a dozen other men just for 
asking, but you chose that grease-monkey Don Willard. You fool, Diane, you 
silly cunt fool!

Like he always did, he felt a hard-on coming as he stared at the faded 
photograph, his eyes undressing her and, in his mind's, boundless 
imagination, his hands hotly coursing over the smooth voluptuous curves of 
her ripe young
body. He remembered those beautiful firm breasts, their high soaring pride 
as she stripped that stupid night at Sal's, the night that he got drunk and
lost his temper. . . the last night that Diane ever so much as spoke to him
until five years into her marriage.

He could imagine himself unfastening those tight little 'shorts, cut-off 
jeans really, and as he looked at her photograph there in his hands, she 
seemed to come alive, smiling at him with that pert little come-on grin 
that she always had, her head cocked to one side as if she was sizing him 
up for a romp in her bedroom. She had one hand on her hip as she stared at 
him from the photograph as she had for years now, the same mysterious 
expression . . . and the same inviting young body, barely contained beneath
her cut-off jeans and the tight-fitting T-shirt that somebody had sent her 
from San Francisco. It was silk-screened in day-glo colors and he 
remembered how she seemed to wear it day and night that last summer before 
she married Don; even at night, he would see her a couple of blocks away, 
frolicking with some of her young friends. One late summer's night, driving
home from a stint on the swing-shift, he could see a group of teenagers 
down by the floating pier at Johnson's Pond. They were dancing in the 
moonlight to somebody's car radio, and he could clearly see the 
phosphorescent colors of Diane's California T-shirt as she wriggled to the 
latest surf music from the West Coast. He wanted to stop the car, to run 
down to the pond and grab her and take her away from those pimply-faced 
boys and show her what a real man was like. But he didn't. He drove on, 
like he had a thousand nights, home to his loveless marriage. Home to his 
unfaithful wife.

And now there wasn't even Louise to return to after a day's work. He 
missed her more than he liked to admit -after all, she had been around a 
long time. And despite all her faults, she could be a good woman and a 
loving wife when she wanted to be.

But she was like all the rest of them, slutbitches every one of them! Let
a good-looking stranger with a fancy new car pass through town and they all
start getting itchy drawers!


 * * *



Red heard the car door slam outside and he hurried first to put away his 
prized photograph. There were few visitors at the Collins house -the 
executives never slummed with the production people like himself even 
though he was a foreman. And his men never bothered to come around, none 
too anxious, he guessed, to spend their off-work hours with the boss.

He slipped the time-worn photo into its resting place beneath the 
telephone and walked quickly to the door. Through the parted curtain that 
covered the glass front door, he could see a car parked at the end of his 
driveway and someone walking up the drive in none too great a hurry. He 
squinted, unable to make out who it was . . . Damn, it better not be 
somebody selling door-to-door. I'm in no mood for sales pitches tonight!

Suddenly his caller stepped into the pool of light cast by the porch 
light and his breath burst from his lungs as he realized who it was . . . 
His photograph had come to life, his dream girl was there at his door, 
alone.

It was Diane!


CHAPTER FOUR



"Hi, Red . . . can I come in?" she said timidly, standing at the far edge
of the front porch. She was wearing a pair of shorts, just like the ones in
the picture, he convinced himself . . . and a stylish halter top that was 
perfect for her beautiful figure. She had sandals on, her feet almost bare 
. . . Like she used to be with those boys at Johnson's Pond!

"Yeah, sure . . . come on. I hardly expected you to be calling, Diane." 
He motioned her in and held the door, suddenly ashamed of the mess in his 
batchelor-kept home. "I apologize for the way everything looks, but I only
have a maid one day a week. You know, that high-yaller gal that used to 
work down at the plant."

Diane nodded, her mind flashing with the lewd imagery of Red Collins and 
that mulatto girl that everyone talked about. She had been fired from the 
production line down at the plant for slipping off with the men workers 
during lunch breaks. The story was that she got caught with three men in 
the employee's bathroom.

"What brings you here, Diane?" he asked cautiously, feeling his way on 
unfamiliar ground. After all, it wasn't every day that Diane Willard graced
his home. In fact, this was the first time ever!

He didn't sit down and he made no offer of a chair for his guest. "It's 
Don's job, Red . . . she began. "Just like I said yesterday. He needs it, 
Red, awful bad, and I'm afraid it might be the end for us if he gets laid 
off now."

Red tried to conceal his grin. "Oh, come now . . . it ain't all that bad.
There's other jobs."

"No, Red, there aren't any more jobs. Don's talking about going north to 
look for work. To some city full of strangers. And there's more . . . I 
think I'm gonna' have Don's baby. It's just an awful time for all this to 
happen."

"Tell it to Nixon, Diane . . . I didn't have nothin' to do with it. I 
just got my orders."

She managed a thin trembling smile. "But you could change the orders, 
couldn't you? I mean, you've got the say-so to keep Don on the job if you 
wanted to, right?"

He grinned openly now. "Yeah . . . I suppose I could, but there'd be a 
lot of static from the front office. Too many questions and nosing around, 
unless . . ."

Diane gulped hard, but kept her thin smile intact, though her stomach 
already knotted with revulsion. "Unless what, Red?" she purred.

He suddenly became very nervous and his fingers began to fidget with his 
belt buckle, a brass replica of a tractor cab, that one of the trucking 
companies had given him. "I think you know what, Diane. There ain't but one
thing that would make me change my mind about laying Don off . . . and 
there ain't but one girl in Evansboro who could make me say that." He 
reached out to her shoulder and pulled the strap of her halter top down her
bare arm.

Diane closed her eyes in shame and humiliation but she did nothing to 
stop him. He took the other side of the flimsy top and pulled them
together, along her arms, tingling with goose bumps as her stomach churned 
with naked revulsion!

Red remembered her beautiful breasts, his mind rushing back eagerly to 
that night at the juke-joint when he had seen her naked to the waist. He 
tugged her halter lower and the rounded swell of her breasts peeked over 
the top, still in the overflowing cups of her brassiere. He leaned close to
her, so close that his breath felt hot and moist on her bare chest, and as 
he pulled her halter down around her waist, he dropped his face to her 
breasts, his tongue sneaking wetly into the deep cleavage between her 
bulging boobs.

"R-Red, pleasseee! Get it over with, please! Please!" she mewled' in 
gut-rending despair.

Suddenly, 'Red's face was inches from hers and she shuddered as he gasped
and sputtered with rage, his breath reeking of booze an rising bile. "You 
listen to me, bitch! You came to me, remember? And this gets done my way or
not at all. You want Don to keep his job, don't you?"

"Y-yes . . . yes!"

"Then put a little into it or the deal's off. I don't want no cold fish .
. . I want a real woman. The woman I know you are Diane! I deserve that . .
. I deserve all of it!"

He began to finish the savored task of undressing her, unhooking her bra 
and letting it slide slowly down her arms, just as it had on another night 
years before. The brassiere fell from her wrists to the floor and he 
planted a kiss on both her firm young breasts, lifting them with his palms 
and murmuring to himself as he hotly licked her pink crinkly nipples.

Diane nearly swooned from the vile wanton sensation on his thick wet 
tongue swiping between her breasts, but she suppressed the need to cry and 
plead for his disgusting act to stop, for she knew that she had to go 
through with it to save her marriage . . . she had to!

He opened the button at the front of her shorts and eased the zipper down
gently, his fingers working their way inside her pants. He could feel the 
shiny elastic sheerness of her panties under her shorts and he knew that in
a few minutes he would be peeling them down her long supple legs and she 
would be naked in front of him, stripped to the flesh like a golden 
goddess!

He pushed her panties down over her hips and they fell to the .floor at 
her feet like a hastily lowered flag of surrender . . . unconditional 
surrender!

Suddenly, unexpectedly, he was kneeling at her feet on the shag-carpeted 
floor, his fingers worked into the elastic of her thin sheer panties. He 
tugged them down, exposing the vee-shaped fleece of her pubic mound, there,
just scant inches from his face and nose. The sweet womanly pungence of her
slit was already filling his nostrils like heady perfume and he licked his 
lips in eager anticipation as he moved closer until his nose was lightly 
tickled by her soft naked pubic fluff. He dropped her panties lower down 
her thighs, pushing them along until he reached her knees, when he kissed 
her fervently there in the fleecy softness of her pubic hair.

Diane moaned in shame and nearly fell from the retching humiliation of 
the moment . . . he was stripping her naked and he was kissing her there, 
at the secret altar of her marital fidelity. His lips were poised just 
inches from the naked unguarded slit of her womanhood!

Diane gasped loudly as his fingers moved through the light sparse fleece 
of her pubic mound and his mouth pressed hotly against the labial lips of 
her cunt in a fervent soul-kiss that sent a rippling spasms of shame racing
through her belly and into the depths of her soul.

The sudden lingual caress there at the secret cleft of her vagina took 
the strength from her naked body and she fell backward helplessly, 
clutching at Red's close-cropped hair in a gesture of self-protection that 
he thought to be her intimate signal of submission. She toppled over 
backward, crashing into the arm of a chair that broke her fall, and she 
fell unhurt onto the floor. Red's face worked frantically up between her 
thighs, splayed helplessly in her fall, and she groaned in abject 
humiliation as his tongue laved wetly between the warm pink lips of her 
pussy. She writhed in involuntary spasms of sensation that Red was sure 
were the squirmings of a hot-blooded woman . . . when in truth, they were 
the helpless motions of a young wife lost in the shame of her vile and 
despicable adultery!

But there was something else . . . something that Diane at first denied 
to herself, but the strengthening sensations wouldn't be denied. There were
the first undeniable wisps of pleasure . . . the naked ticklings of
lust as his tongue worked back and forth along the fleshy moist furrow of 
her vagina. His tongue splayed the soft pink folds and wriggled into the 
hot wetness of her cuntal orifice; as it laved upward along the quivering 
slit, his tonguetip searingly brushed over the fleshy node of her clitoris,
naked and vulnerable as he parted the pouting lips of her vagina and licked
eagerly, at the oily marble that was the very center of her sexuality.

His thick tongue was everywhere at once, lovingly swiping through the 
quivering furrow of her pussy, dipping into the clenched nether cheeks of 
her buttocks. All along the moist pink slit, his tongue splayed hotly 
between the fleshy ridges of her genitals, deftly arousing a kind of naked 
and wanton passion that she had hoped was submerged in her soul forever . .
. the hungry carnal desires of her wild impetuous youth! It was that night 
at Sal's all over again, only this time, she didn't want to escape. There 
was no need for running half-naked through the woods in search of salvation
. . . for this time she would get the vicious, sadistic ravishment that she
had fantasized about since that long-ago night. At last she would know what
it
was like . . . what would have happened if she hadn't escaped. And the 
naked lusting thoughts excited her animalishly, fanning the flames of 
adulterous passion that surged in her blood-heated loins!

"Mmmmm . . . yesss, yeas! Lick me there, lick my pussy!" she moaned 
between clenched white teeth, her lips drawn back quiveringly.

"Oh, God, it feels sooo goooddd!"

Red grinned as his tongue slipped between his fleshy lips and wriggled 
into the hot moist hole of her vagina . . . she was going to beg him for 
more before he was through! All those years of wanting her . . . and now 
she would have to beg him before he would stick his thick cock between her 
legs! She would beg like the hot-blooded bitch that she was!

Her head flailed from side to side and she whimpered soulfully in abject 
shame and humiliation as Red's thick tongue hotly splayed the lips of her 
pussy. A gurgling moan of animalish subjugation rippled from her throat, 
but still she was powerless to ward off the hot tickling wisps of forbidden
cuntal pleasure that tickled her loins like a huge feather.

Red grabbed at her naked breasts, his fingers groping for them and 
squeezing the soft resilient flesh until it rose in ridges between his 
thick callused fingers. She heard him wheezing with carnal frenzy as he 
tongued and licked her wanton cunt like an animal dosed with Spanish fly . 
. . and she was climbing the walls from his delicious lavings!

Diane had never known such shame but she was glued to this position by 
the rousing lingual caresses that triggered the spasming strength of her 
feminine passions. Tears flooded her eyes and ran down her quivering cheeks
. . . she was wallowing in the adulterous depths of her shameful lusts, but
she couldn't summon the strength to resist . . . How can I go home to Don 
and face him after this? I'm not fit for any man now, I'm nothing but a 
whore!

Red looked up between her crushed breasts, coldly watching her for the 
hint of unconditional surrender that he awaited. He wanted her completely 
whipped, her resistance destroyed . . . utter and unquestioning obedience. 
She would beg him . . . she would be his slut or he would drive her crazy 
with his tongue between her thighs!

He chuckled under his breath at the realization that he had been right 
about her all along. The teenager-queen, the town's prettiest girl . . . 
and she was nothing but a cock-hungry whore like all the rest! Dig beneath 
that cool, icy beautiful exterior and you had the real Diane . . . a 
whimpering, writhing tramp!

He grinned victoriously and pushed her legs behind her knees, doubling 
them backward until they crushed down into the soft white mounds of her 
naked tits. Her whole crotch was his now, unguardedly vulnerable and 
utterly naked to his touch, to his kiss, and he continued his cunnilingual 
lovemaking with the fervor of a zealot. Again and again, his tongue swiped 
through the full naked slit of her hair-rimmed pussy, not stopping until 
his tonguetip hotly rolled the pearl of her clitoris like the jewel that it
was, sending electric jolts of pure wanton lust racing along her naked 
spine.

"Ummm . . . that's it, lick me there! Lick my clit! Lick it, pleassee!" 
She heard him laughing at her as she begged to be relieved of this gnawing 
lust, but she was beyond caring now . . . whatever he wanted to do to her, 
she would let him!

She spasmed gaspingly as his tonguetip suddenly speared at the clenched 
nether lips of her anus. Groaning in undiluted humiliation, she tried to 
squirm away from this unnatural invasion, but her own body betrayed her, 
quivering in unmistakable carnal arousal as his tongue probed the hidden 
recesses of her buttocks-cleft.

Diane was secretly grateful when his tongue returned to the lust-bloated 
lips of her pussy, glad that he was leaving her forbidden nether orifice 
alone, for that was something that she had never thought of doing. No man, 
not even Don, had touched or entered her there.

Her clitoris filled with lust-heated blood and throbbed as his tongue 
curled around it, surrounding the nerve-filled bud that was the center of 
her sexuality, and sending shudders of lascivious arousal shimmering up 
through her belly and into the very tips of her hardened, pulsing nipples!

"No, noooo . . . I can't!" she whimpered as if to convince herself that 
she really meant to stop this before it was too late . . . but she knew in 
her heart that it was already too late, much too late.

Suddenly, the last pretense of marital fidelity was gone and Diane 
discovered that she was betrayed by her own naked young body as it began a 
sensuous rhythm of arousal, squirming against the brutish man's laving 
tongue and fervent lips. She moaned huskily, her voice rich with lust, and 
her fingers coursed through his short hair and she grabbed at his head and 
pulled it hard up between her wide-splayed thighs, into the soft moist 
fissure of her hotly steaming cunt!

Diane writhed and gasped for breath as she felt the pangs of wanton lust 
throbbing in the passion-bloated lips of her pussy. Nothing mattered now . 
. . nothing on earth existed for her, save the pleasure-giving sensations 
of this man's lips and tongue! There could have been a roomful of 
spectators now, all of her friends from Evansboro, and still she would have
been powerless to stop . . . she was lost to the rapturous thrill of 
forbidden cunnilingus!

Red lifted his face enough to sight up between the crushed soft mounds of
her breasts, to grin as he saw the contorted expression on
her face, her lips quaking and her nostrils flared in the heat of her 
ravenous passion. He licked her harder, each lingual caress searing through
the full-splayed length of her hair-fringed slit, his thick tongue 
spreading the blood-heated labial lips until he tormentingly speared the 
tip of it deep into the warm clasping sheath of her pussy. He could feel 
the soft fleece-like curls of her pubic hair against his cheeks and 
tickling his nose as she groaned incessantly, her naked crotch squirming 
hotly against him, working back onto his tongue and lips in a slow, 
sensuous dance of pagan lust!

Red chuckled under his breath, heady with the sweet wine of total victory
. . . at long last, she was his! After all these years, she had just come 
to him like a vision in the night, and now she was naked on his floor, hot 
and writhing with lust . . . just waiting for his lust-maddened thick cock 
between her legs!

Suddenly, he took his passion-stirring lips away from the pouting warmth 
of her labia, and she shamefully moaned as she heard the lurid sound of her
own pussy lips pouting noisily as he ended his cunnilingual kiss. She lay 
there on the floor, breathing heavily, her vision blurry with the stinging 
river of tears that trickled down her cheeks.

He was undressed almost before she realized what he was doing, but as he 
dropped his boxer shorts to the floor along his hairy thick legs, she 
gasped in horrified amazement . . . My God, that's the biggest thing I ever
saw! No woman could take that without splitting in half!

Her eyes were drawn to its immense uncircumcised thickness, much like a 
moth is drawn to the glimmering image of a flame, knowing it will mean his 
sudden painful death. He gripped it with both hands and grinned proudly 
down at her as he peeled back the fleshy purplish foreskin, like a 
schoolboy is exposing himself
in the bathroom to the girl from next door.

"R-Red, no . . . . Please, I . . . I can't go through with it! I 
c-can't!" But she might as well have been talking to the four walls for all
the hope she had now . . . he had tasted the sweet perfume of her womanhood
and nothing short of death would stop him now from having his fill of her. 
Nothing!

He dropped to his knees and walked on them up between her trembling legs,
pushing them further apart and bending them back cruelly, levering the 
naked pink slit of her cunt upward to give his anxious cock greater access 
to the secrets of her loins. He stretched easily into a push-up position 
over her small tender nakedness, taking the weight of his paunchy bulk on 
his hands and knees as he looked directly down into her face.

She groaned in sickened submission as he kissed her full on the lips, his
mouth still pungent with the scent of her vagina. His tongue searched 
between her teeth and then chokingly probed down her throat until she 
nearly gagged. His eyes were hardly more than cruel slits as he left her 
lips and lowered his searching mouth to the bruised pink peak of her 
nipple. His lips encircled its tender rigidity and he could feel the tiny 
crinkly mound harden involuntarily as his tongue swirled it about as he had
done minutes earlier with her clitoris.

His jutting erection surged up between her quaking thighs, prodding at 
the steaming fissure of her cunt. She moaned throatily in spite of her 
shame as his rigid cock slid along the slit of her pussy like a knife 
through butter, parting the pink hair-lined folds until the lustbloated 
head of his prick rubbed arousingly over the tiny pearl of her clit!

"Aaaawwww, please . . . don't tease me! I can't stand any more . . . do 
it to me now, please!" she begged, anxious to end the shame and despair of 
his taunting foreplay. She bit painfully into the softness of her lower 
lip, perhaps in some misguided notion that the pain would erase the hurtful
shame of her naked submission. Never had she known such utter unfathomable 
humiliation . . . as if she had been thrown head over heels into the 
deepest pit of hell!

"I'm gonna' fuck you, honey . . . but not 'til you beg me. I begged you 
once . . . and I've begged you in my mind a million times since, but 
tonight it's you who's gonna' beg . . . beg me! Beg me to fuck you!" he 
snarled bestially.

"Oh, all right . . . I'm begging you! Do it, please!"

He nipped playfully at the pink budlike peak of her left nipple and she 
squirmed from the added pain. "That's not good enough . . . say it the way 
I told you!"

"Oh God, God . . . yesss, yess! Fuck me, please, fuck me, Red, I want 
it!" she screamed, unsure of whether it was out of desperation or perhaps 
really meaning it now. But his words quickly penetrated her confusion and 
despair, bringing her back to the lurid adulterous reality of the act that 
she was about to perform . . . she was about to be fucked by another man, 
her husband's boss!

"Put it in, Diane . . . grab it and put it in your pussy where it 
belongs, where it's always belonged!" he slobbered, his eyes bulging from 
their sockets.

There was no need for resisting now, no need for pretending, and she 
reached down over the quaking flatness of her belly to where his 
lust-stiffened erection was stuffed between her thighs, so huge that she 
couldn't bring her legs together. In her tiny timid grip, it seemed 
impossibly large, so thick that her fingers wouldn't reach around its 
virile circumference. It throbbed in her lightly clasping grip and she 
could feel the rush of his lust-heated blood surging into it, stiffening it
even more until it was like a fence post in her hand, the blue veins 
throbbing and pulsing against her palm.

"C'mon . . . hurry it up, get it in, get it in!" he breathed, his voice 
rising in the frenzy of his anxious desire.

Diane dared not rebuff him now, and she was afraid to even breathe as she
moved the huge knob of his cock between the pouting folds of her pussy. 
Again her own body shamed her, and she felt the pink moist lips of her cunt
flower in expectant desire, opening to accommodate this huge male rod and 
she shuddered under his heavy bulk as her naked body began to attune itself
to the task at hand . . . the adulterous fucking that she was about to get 
from his paunchy, liquor-reeking savage!

Suddenly . . . !

"Unnnghhhh!" she cried out, arching off the carpet in very real pain as 
he gave a punishing push forward with his powerful legs. His cock surged 
into her as if she were some unfortunate cow in a pasture and he was a stud
bull with a hard-on. His entry was brutal, not gentle and easy, but a 
vicious cock-thrust that brought wincing contortions of pain to her face 
and tears to her eyes. He bored relentlessly into her belly, his huge cock 
plummeting into the deepest virginal recesses of her cunt, deeper than any 
man had been. He filled her like a tree stump and her eyes rolled and 
flickered in their sockets as her lips quiveringly mouthed the unsaid 
screams that wouldn't come. She finally managed to regain enough of her 
breath to cry out again and she pounded at his back and shoulders.

"Red, Red . . . please, take it easy! You're killing me with that thing!"
she gasped, but she could as easily have been speaking Spanish or even 
Greek for all it did to slow his ravaging thrusts. His weight was heavy now
on her and she felt as if every pore of her lithe young body were being 
squeezed into the fleshy corpulence of his own . . . and she prayed for the
moment she had dreaded to hurry and arrive, the instant when he would empty
his lust-bloated balls into her belly and she would slosh with his viscous 
cum, her adultery complete!

His vicious cock-thrusts were hurtful and cruel, each backward grind of 
his powerful, hair-shrouded pelvis drawing his cock nearly free of her 
cuntal lips until the blood-bloated purplish head remained inside her 
pouting vaginal lips; then, with an animalish grunt, he would push all of 
his strength behind his deep thrust, skewering wetly into the tightly 
gripping walls of her pussy, rippling into the soft yielding cuntal flesh 
in delicious surging swelling until he slammed his huge meaty cock home 
with a thudding smack that sent his balls slapping into the hairless 
fissure of her naked buttocks.

That sound, the lewd noise of his bloated testicles slapping into her 
ass-cleft, seemed to epitomize the gnawing despair and humiliation of her 
wanton passions, and salty stinging tears dribbled from her quivering 
eyelids. But now the pain of his cruel skewering entry was gone, and a far 
worse misery had taken its place . . . the degrading knowledge that her 
man-hungry loins were beginning to twitch with feminine arousal, that her 
cunt was burning for his virile seething cum!

Bent nearly in half from his crushing weight pressing her knees backward,
her thighs crushed the soft fleshy mounds of her breasts and her tiny 
budding nipples hurt from the smashing assault on her loins as they 
throbbed and quivered in sensual rhythm with Red's deep-skewering thrusts. 
Her whole body was tuned to his carnal tempo and she felt the crescendo of 
ecstasy that she knew would bring on the inevitable . . . her screaming, 
scratchy orgasm!

Her head tossed from side to side and her hair flailed around her head 
like a golden halo. The veins in her neck throbbed with man-hungry blood 
and stood out cordlike as she whimpered like an animal, every muscle and 
sinew in her fragile young body tautened, winding tighter and tighter with 
Red Collins' brutally impaling thrusts

Diane shuddered as she heard the brutish man groan and she felt his chest
filling and emptying with rising furor as the pace of his deep-thrusting 
fucking slowed to a sensuous rhythm of naked pagan arousal, a slow, 
deliberate pace that seemed to draw out the very act to an unspeakable 
moment of passion . . . the delicious feel of cunt gripping cock, her naked
moist walls clasping the huge meaty thickness of his prick!

Her teeth bit more deeply into her lower lip and Diane shuddered from the
salty taste of her own blood. Her arms encircled him out of lustful 
desperation and her legs splayed widely around his paunchy hips as her body
hungered for his lust quenching hardness . . . the irreplaceable ecstasy of
his cock between her legs.

He's taunting me, he's deliberately slowing down like this to tease me! 
Goddamn him, why doesn't he hurry . . . I can't stand it like this, I 
can't stand it!

"Gettin' to you, huh, Diane? You ain't ever had it from a real man, 
likely as not. Quite a difference, ain't it?" he lewdly breathed into her 
face.

Diane could stand it no longer and she began to scream and whimper. "Yes,
yes . . . whatever you want, I'll say it, I'll say it, only fuck me . . . 
fuck me hard, FUCK ME HARD, DAMN IT!"



He had heard all he wanted to hear . . . the ultimate victory was his and
now he could bring himself the delicious sensation of emptying his seething
load right into her belly. He would make up for those years of wanting her,
hungering after her. He would fill her naked young belly until it sloshed 
with his cum! Then she could take that home to her old man!

Her fingernails ripped at his back as he delivered thrust after thrust of
thick, blue-veined cock right down the clasping love-tunnel of her twat, 
nearly straight down now as she doubled back inhumanly and thrust her 
crotch up at his adulterous loins. Suddenly, she could feel the full 
flowering of her pussy in wet gushing ecstasy as a warm bath of girly-cum 
flowed around the thick rod of his cock . . . I'm almost there, almost.. . 
God, I think I'm going to scream! I may die if I don't cum soon . . .

Suddenly, Diane arched so high off the shag carpet that she nearly 
bounced Red's heavy bulk off of her; her toes curled in against the soles 
of her feet and she screamed . . . a long, siren like wail that seemed to 
start deep down in her belly and grew more intense as it surged upward and 
spilled from her trembling lips.

"Aaaagghhhh! Yes, yes . . . I'm cumming . . . I'M CCCUUUMMMMIINNGG!!"

She bucked and writhed and kicked and clawed as though she were possessed
by the devil himself and even Red was surprised at the ferocity of her 
orgasm. But he managed to stay astride her naked loins, and his cock seemed
to swell to twice its normal size, gripped tightly in the warm velvety fist
of her insatiable cunt!

She criss-crossed his bare back with the tearing trails of her 
fingernails as her fists pounded out their gushing relief. Red's face was 
inches above hers and his cheeks were distended and flushed, his eyes 
bulging in his head. Suddenly he gasped and cursed hotly into her face
and Diane knew that the ultimate degradation had begun . . . he was cumming
in her belly!

She felt his cock throb and jerk like it had a beating heart of its own; 
her pussy lips nibbled fervently at the thick purplish lust-pole as it 
began to spurt its creamy warm load into the adulterous pit of her 
womanhood. Gush after gush of the viscous liquid spurted from the 
mushroom-shaped head, filling her like the nozzle of a hose until the 
sticky hot goo oozed from around the deflating turgid pole of his cock and 
dribbled down the cleft of her buttocks.

"Ooohhh, noooo! Noooo!" she cried in utter shame as Red grunted and 
sweated over her. Great wet beads of his sweat dripped onto her breasts and
trickled down into the cleavage between them . . . and then it was over.

 * * *



"You ain't gonna' do nothing stupid like running home and telling your 
ol' man, are you?" Red asked casually as he pulled on his under-shorts. 
Diane was half-dressed already and standing uncertainly, bracing herself on
the arm of a chair.

She laughed ironically. "Red, I did what I did to save my marriage . . . 
not destroy it. No, this secret is safe with me. No one will ever know. But
you won't try to double-cross me about Don's job?"

Red grinned. "No way, honey . . . I might want another get-together 
sometime."

Her cheeks drained of color and her eyes widened. "Red! That wasn't the 
deal! You said . . ."

"Take it easy, take it easy . . . we can always talk about it later. But 
don't worry . . . I'll take Don off the pink-slip list in the morning."

The pretty married blonde decided to leave well enough alone and not, 
argue. There would be other days and other nights for that. 

Red had the door open for her and she walked shakily, like a newborn colt
on its spindly untried legs. She tried not to look at him but he insisted 
on kissing her good-bye. She managed it, though her stomach churned with a 
burning wad of nausea.
 Outside, the night was clear and warm, just a night like any 
other. Perhaps for the rest of the world . . . but not for Diane Willard.

She turned the key in the ignition and hurriedly backed from his drive, 
anxious to be as far from there as she could manage. Her hands clenched the
wheel like it was life itself.

Oh, Don, darling, darling . . . I did it for us! For you and me and for 
your baby!

But Diane couldn't help asking herself again and again . . . Had she 
saved her marriage or just nailed the last nail in its coffin?


CHAPTER FIVE



Don was the best customer in the bar. In fact, he was the only customer, 
but he seemed to be trying to make up for all those who were doing their 
duty at the Reserve meetings or playing cards, and fraternizing with their 
brothers down at the Moose Lodge. It was his fifth quart-size frosted mug 
of cold draft beer and he was noticeably pitched at a steeper angle over 
the wooden table scored with thousands of names and telephone numbers, some
dating to the days when three digits was all the tiny town boasted. He knew
how much Diane hated this place because of its well deserved reputation as 
a hangout for the town hell-raisers, but he didn't care. Besides, he was 
well on his way to another rip-roaring drunk.

He was in one of those stupid self-pitying moods that often come after 
the one-drink-too many, the kind you hate yourself for but you can't do a 
damn thing about it.

What if he had it all to do over, he wondered. Where would he be if he 
had never piled into Jake's new Chevy that spring afternoon for the drive 
south in search of a job? Where would he be today . . . rich? He doubted 
it.

Worse off? Well, that was a definite possibility, without Diane around to
keep him out of trouble.

He laughed aloud and the bartender cast him a suspicious look, but Don 
was already on his own private time-tunnel voyage back a few years . . . 
back to that crazy night when Lou Ann greeted them in her own special way 
and welcomed them to Evansboro . . . Where was she now, he wondered. Hah, 
maybe she married Jake . . . or even Tom! Or both of 'em. She was woman 
enough to do it!

That nutty spring evening she turned up alone at the big unfurnished 
house they had rented, pooling their resources to come up with enough for a
deposit . . . was it really so long ago? Hell, that was a night. he would 
always remember as vividly as yesterday . . . with a hard-on!


* * *



"Hey, Don, get the door, will 'ya! I'm trying to take a shower in this 
crummy little tub!" Jake shouted down from the head of the stairs. Tom was 
asleep on the floor in the dining room, sprawled on a makeshift mattress of
dirty clothes in his undershorts and still sweating in the sultriness of 
this Carolina night.

"Yeah, yeah, all right . . . maybe it's the mayor with a key to the 
city," Don muttered irritably. Probably the sheriff, he thought cynically, 
with free transportation to the town limits.

He opened the door and switched on the porch light . . .

"Hi . . . you must be one of the new guys. I'm Lou Ann . . . Lou Ann 
Ledbeuer, and I just stopped by to welcome you to Evansboro." Don blinked 
and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand; he had been half asleep and 
he wanted to be sure that he wasn't seeing things. There was a slender 
teenage girl in the doorway, clad in what passed that summer for a uniform 
among the girls thereabouts -cutoff jeans and a man's T-shirt. Only most of
the girls deferred to parental displeasure and wore a bra underneath . . . 
Lou Ann had nothing under hers. And it was excitingly obvious!

"Uh, thanks, Lou Ann," he mumbled nervously. "Do you want to come in?"

She glanced around the empty parlor -there was no furniture, just a few 
overturned boxes and a single burn-marred mattress. "Well . . . I guess it
would be all right," she smiled impishly. When she stepped into the entry 
hallway, Don got a better look . . . she was at that delicate brink between
the innocence of girlhood and the sexy charms of being a grown woman. But 
when it came to sheer sexiness . . . she was already there. She had a way 
of looking at you that made your pulse race like a shot of adrenalin, 
sleepy bedroom eyes that seemed to already be glazed with that heady kind 
of passion that some women seem to be born with.

She was a brunette, not overly pretty like a lot of extremely sensuous 
women, and her breasts seemed to be straining to burst through the white 
cotton sheerness of her T-shirt. Her nipples were hard and quarter-size, 
pink and crinkly under her thin garment.

Jake came to the edge of the stair rail upstairs, almost directly over 
their heads and shouted down. "Hey, who was it?"

Lou Ann glanced up first and Don saw her blush, but she didn't look away.
'He followed her line of vision upward and found himself staring up under 
the towel that Jake had thrown around his hips when he stepped dripping 
from the shower. 

Jake looked down into her eyes and stayed close to the rail . . . he knew
what she was looking at and he could read that glistening sparkle in her 
teenage eyes as well as Don.

"My, my . . . hi there, baby. What brings you to this den of wickedness?"

"I just wanted to welcome you to town," Lou Ann purred. "And I'm glad I 
came." She was staring right at the long thickness of Jake's cock, already 
hardening now as they had all been nearly a week without women.

"Come on up, honey, and we'll talk about . . . uh . . . things," he 
grinned wickedly. Just then Tom stumbled into the hallway, sleepy and 
disoriented. He saw the pretty young girl standing there and did an abrupt 
about-face, still in just his jockey undershorts.

"Oh, don't leave . . . I'm not embarrassed if you aren't." 

She turned with a wink and started upstairs at Jake's invitation with Don
and Tom right at her heels like faithful puppies. It was almost too fast, 
too unexpected, and they just looked at each other in wonderment and 
disbelief . . . was this a joke? A trick played on them by the town 
fathers? Or a setup? Was there a car full of deputies outside waiting to 
rush in and bust them for some unspeakable sex crime?
 Only Jake rose to the occasion . . . he was never one to look a
gift horse in the mouth, whatever the circumstances. He tucked the edge of 
his towel inside the rest, but the bulge of his erection beneath it made it
spill from his hips, leaving him naked right there in front of the young 
girl.

Coolly, she reached down for the towel at his feet and handed it to him. 
"I think you dropped this, honey."

"Thanks . . . but maybe I won't be needing it, right?" He cocked his head
and looked sideways at her, trying to gauge her response before he went too
far and found himself in trouble.

He reached out to her and took the bottom of her T-shirt in both hands 
and began to pull it up her slender girlish body. She merely looked at him 
with eyes smoldering warmly with adolescent desires.

He lifted her shirt until it stopped just under the firm curve of her 
ripely formed breasts, exposing the flat suntanned plane of her belly and 
the tiny dipping cleft of her navel. She looked at him wordlessly, but a 
dozen carnal thoughts and desires passed silently between their eyes . . . 
and she slowly raised her arms over her head in naked, unquestioning 
submission.

"You've seen all my secrets, Lou Ann . . . now I ought'a get a look at 
yours!" he breathed excitedly as he tugged her T-shirt up and over her 
breasts and then along her arms until she was naked to the waist. She 
crossed her arms sullenly, not over her breasts as most girls might have, 
but under them so that their ripe fullness was lifted even higher and her 
nipples turned up at him.

Don and Tom merely stood by speechless, their eyes bulging with 
excitement as they ogled the half-naked teenager who had popped into their 
lives so mysteriously and suddenly. She was slender but nicely built, with 
full delicious boobs that stood high and proud without her added support, 
the kind that never needed a bra.

Jake opened the snap of her beltless jeans and pulled them down over her 
trim girlish hips. Once clear of the slight bulge of her upper thighs, they
fell to her ankles and she kicked them clear of her bare feet without 
looking down . . .

"These too," she whispered, her voice strangely hoarse with the rising 
heat of her girlish passion. Her fingers were in the waistband of her crisp
white panties and Jake took them in both his huge hands and tugged them 
free . . . until she stood in front of the three men completely naked, like
a teenage Venus!

She looked at Tom and Don, her face blushed with color but her composure 
hardly rumpled. "It isn't polite to keep a lady standing around alone with 
nothing on . . . how about you fellows? Or maybe you're bashful?" There was
a mocking tease in her voice that only a budding adolescent can manage with
aplomb . . . and Lou Ann managed it fantastically!

"You heard her, guys . . . get your clothes off before you hurt the young
lady's feelings!" Jake laughed, already naked from his shower.

"Oh, I don't . . ." Don started to protest, but Jake silenced him with 
one cutting glance. Don was no coward, but Jake was the undisputed leader 
of the threesome, and both men knew that dealing with his temper would be 
far worse to endure than a brief moment of embarrassment. They undressed, 
Tom first since he only had his undershorts; Don discovered that he wasn't 
embarrassed at all . . . maybe it was something about Lou Ann's rousing 
sensuality, but he felt urgently proud of his nakedness,
strangely exhibitionistic.



"A little closer, baby," Jake hissed at the small lithe teenager. "Let's 
see if you're just a prick-tease or what." He pointed to his cock and 
pushed down on her shoulders -he expected a fight, for after all she was 
still a country-town girl, but Lou Ann was no newcomer to satisfying men. 
She had had lots and lots of experience, most of it in the back seats of 
cars with three or four of the local high-school boys.

She winked mischievously and dropped to her knees, so close that the 
pink-tipped nipples of her breasts rubbed lasciviously down his hairy legs 
as she settled herself subserviently at his feet.

"Like this, honey?" She took his fully erect cock in her small anxious 
grip, squeezing it and easing back the fleshy thickness of his foreskin 
until the purplish, blood-engorged knob at its end came into view. There 
was a single glistening drop of semen there at the tiny glans and she 
licked it from his penis with a single teasing swipe of her small pink 
tongue.

"Yeah, sweetheart . . . just like that!" he coughed, 'grabbing her head 
around her ears and shoving his cock forward in one cruel savage lunge that
speared right into the choking warmth of her throat . . .

Lou Ann gagged and shuddered and managed to talk around the thickly 
swollen erection that held her tongue to the floor of' her mouth.

"Take it easy, honey . . . I'll suck it! I'll give you one helluva suck, 
baby! Just don't get mean!" she implored, holding his cock with both hands 
and licking it tenderly with her tongue. "But how about your friends . . . 
they might feel left out!" . . .

"Yeah, that's right . . . come over here closer, you guys. Lou Ann thinks
she's a match for the three of us!" 

They moved in close around the kneeling naked teenager, their cocks 
inches from her face, and she took both of them in her warm gentle grip, 
one hand on each throbbing prick, and began to lovingly stroke them, back 
and forth, in a rousing hand-job that brought groans of pleasure to both 
the naked young men.

Lou Ann began to suck ravenously on Jake's lust-stiffened cock, swirling 
her tongue around the face-fucking thickness of it as it levered in and out
of her ovaled lips. Her nose pressed into the thicket of pubic hair at its 
base and she managed, with only infrequent coughing chokes, to accommodate 
all of his good-size cock.

"That's the way . . . all three at once! And don't stop when I cum baby! 
I wanna' feel my load going right down your throat!" Jake hissed in 
feverish passion, his hands gripping her head and moving it back and forth 
on his distended erection as her lips and tongue moved incitingly around 
his prick.

She moved her head from side to side, turning her lips around the 
stiffened thickness of his prick as it slithered down her throat. Gurgling 
noises of animalish passion rippled from her lungs and her breasts danced 
nakedly as she wriggled at his feet, on her knees in a kind of circle 
between the three men.

Jake loosened his grip on her head, confident now that she needed no 
further roughness . . . Hell, she wanted it! She sucked his cock like an 
all-day sucker, licking and pulling at it until he moaned with exquisite 
pain.

He could feel the sharp ridges of her bottom teeth as his cock drew over 
her lips; her top lips curled in over her teeth and he could feel the taut 
elastic grip of her mouth around his achingly stiff cock.

His balls swung heavily, fast swelling to weighty fullness with the 
rising heat of his lust, and they bumped against her chin as she gulped and
choked to get all of his cock between her ravenously sucking lips.

Lou Ann nuzzled her nose in the fleecy curls of his thick pubic hair, 
like an animal nosing its food before eating it, and her nostrils flared as
she savored the virile pungence of his sweaty pelvis.

Her long tongue managed occasionally to squirm along the underside of his
cock to lave caressingly at the leathery flesh of his balls and a grunting 
acquiescence rumbled in her throat as she sucked and sucked, 'hardly 
managing a breath as she gulpingly drew him closer
to the gushing luridness of his climax.

"Oooooh, yes, baby! Suck it, honey, suck it . . . man, you've got 
million-dollar lips! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Jake chanted mindlessly.

Don looked down at the naked slender teenage girl at their feet, his 
loins heated with the carnal passions of this furtive act . . . it was so 
wildly spontaneous, so forbidden, that he had to clench his buttocks to 
hold back his ejaculation as she delicately pumped the length of his prick 
with her clenched fist.

Suddenly, Jake started to curse . . . a long, mindless spiel of empty 
curses and foul-mouthed obscenities as his pelvis began to hump back and 
forth in rapid staccato thrusts that signaled the onrushing flood of his 
viscous sperm.

His head went back and his voice seemed to spit from between his lips.

"Shit, shit . . . don't stop suckin', honey! I'm gonna' cum right down 
your throat! Yes, now . . . now!" He shuddered visibly and a groan of 
ecstasy started deep in his muscled belly and rippled up his chest until 
the empty house echoed with the impassioned moans of his naked, 
ball-emptying lust!

Lou Ann began to choke, but she managed to keep his gushing, flailing 
cock in her lips without missing a single stroke with the other two men. 
His cock stiffened and throbbed upward, pushing up against the roof of her 
mouth as his ejaculation neared . . . it started with a pulsing deep in his
balls that she could feel against her chin, and as the rushing cum seared 
up along the length of his prick, she tensed and readied herself . . . 
until it began to spurt wildly down her throat, great gushing torrents of 
rich, cream like sperm that rushed hotly in great gulping mouthfuls into 
her belly.
 On and on she sucked, grunting and moaning around his cock, and 
when he had emptied himself down her teenage throat, she waited long enough
to lick the last traces of his semen from the sensitive purplish head of 
his now-flaccid prick.



Jake shuddered and then sighed with bestial relief as his rubbery prick 
slipped wetly from her mouth and smeared her lips and chin with the sticky 
remnants of his lust.

Suddenly, she turned her head to Tom's naked pelvis, still pumping 
lovingly on Don's cock, and the two men moved closer together, almost side 
by side, as she began now to finish the hand-job she had started . . . with
a lip-smacking hungry suck!

Tom was momentarily stunned by her eager wantonness, but he quickly began
a deep-thrusting tempo of face-fucking thrusts that brought tears of joy to
the ravenous young brunette's fluttering eyelids.

He was close already just from watching her give his buddy head, but now 
he was nearly there . . . just the delicious warm sensation of her mouth 
closing around the achingly hard pole of his erection brought him almost to
the shuddering brink of climax. And when her tongue began to swirl hotly 
around his cock, it was all over . . . and another mouthful of heavy rich 
cum sloshed down the young girl's throat! And still she wasn't finished . .
. incredibly, she wasn't getting off her knees until she had brought them 
all the bliss she savored . . . the ecstasy of their viscous sperm gushing 
down her man-hungry throat!

"Look at her go! I'm a son of a bitch if I ever saw anything like it!" 
Jake admitted, his eyes bulging with disbelief as he watched her now go for
Don's long thick cock.

Her eyes were closed as she sucked it between her ovaled cum-moistened 
lips and Don could feel the heat of her mouth around his desire-bloated 
prick, and the sloshing wetness of the other men's ejaculations still 
staining her lips and throat.

But that lurid incitement only added to the flames of sadistic lust that 
he felt in his belly and he grabbed her head and began to shove his cock 
hurtfully and mercilessly down her throat as she gasped and choked on the 
gagging stiffness. But she managed to swallow and relax her throat muscles 
and his cock slithered hugely down her gullet, lubricated obscenely with 
the viscous leavings of his buddies.

And when he came, it was in bucketsful, great heaving spurts of sperm 
that added to the sloshing luridness already in her tiny young belly. She 
could barely breathe, but she sucked and swallowed until he was completely 
drained.
and then and only then did she relax, sinking exhaustedly to the floor in a
crumpled, naked heap.

Jake was ready again now, and he began to roll her onto her belly, 
struggling to lift her near dead weight until she was on her hands and 
knees.
 She finally summoned the strength to aid him and she lifted herself and 
pushed her naked buttocks out at him in naked submission. The three men 
looked down at her on her knees there on the floor . . . already, her pussy
lips were pouting and distended, moist and beaded with glistening dewdrops 
of girlish excitement.

"Yes, yesssss . . ." She was whimpering animalishly, her naked bottom 
waving and wriggling from side to side. "Fuck me . . . all of you! Fuck me 
until I can't stand up!"

* * *



Don laughed over his beer, trying without success to envision Lou Ann as 
a contented housewife with a couple of kids and a color TV to watch the 
soap operas on., It was a hopeless attempt . . . he could only imagine her 
naked and screaming with a cock between her legs, for that was the only way
he saw her for three full days, until a sheepish, humiliated younger 
brother came with a message from her widowed mother.



Lou Ann laughed at the note, but she was soon on her way, out of his life
for good, as by that time he had met Diane and was beginning the 
downhill-run of their courtship. And the marriage that seemed so close to 
bottoming now on the shoals and tearing itself apart like a gutted ship. 

"You'd better take it easy on that beer, honey," the waitress purred, 
leaning so close that he could feel the rising heat of her ample bosom. 
When he turned his head, he could see right down between her large full 
breasts, into the tempting depth of her cleavage.

"Why? I came out to get drunk . . . and drunk I'm gonna' get!" he roared 
loudly, his voice sounding especially raucous in the big empty room.

The bar had a kind of Country and Western dcor, complete with a jukebox 
filled with the latest out of Nashville, and one whole wall lined with 
autographed photos of C & W names, souvenirs of the owner's frequent trips 
to the home of country music. He liked to brag that he had spent about as 
many nights at the Grand Ole Opry as Grandpa Jones.

"I wasn't worried about you gettin' drunk, honey, but I didn't want the 
missus storming in here and blaming me. It wouldn't be the first time."

Don looked up fiercely but ruined his image with an unexpected burp. 
"Excuse me . . . maybe you're right, I'd better slow down. What time is it,
anyway?"

"Almost nine . . . another hour before the crowd comes rushin' through 
those doors," she said almost woefully.

"Shit, I'll be flat on my ass in a half hour . . . but I did want to see 
my buddies," he mumbled thickly. He could feel her standing close to his 
side, close enough for his bare arm to sense the warmth of her curvaceous 
female body.

She took off her cocktail apron and tossed it casually onto the table 
beside him. "C'mon, handsome . . . let's go get some coffee and maybe 
you'll be in shape for another round."

Don started to argue hut realized that it was stupid so he pushed his 
chair back with his legs and stood up, bracing himself uncertainly against 
the edge of the table against the dizzying reeling that he knew was sure to
follow . . . it did.

"Whoa, baby . . . maybe I'd better let you kinda' prop on me. C'mon, we 
can do it together," she purred. Don fell against her, resting a lot of 
weight on the tall bosomy blonde. She was strong and apparently practiced 
at maneuvering unsteady drunks, for Don found himself moving along quite 
briskly as if he had had nothing to drink at all. He missed the wink that 
she aimed at the bartender as they slipped amiably out the side door and 
onto Maple Lane.

Don instinctively started to turn left, toward

the Blue Plate Diner that was also the town's contract bus station and 
consequently was open all night. It was the only place open after nine and 
usually a few late-nighters straggled in for a cup of day-old coffee or 
some greasy eggs and bacon and cold toast.

"No, honey . . . this way. No sense spending money in that dump when I've
got the best coffee in town right over there." She pointed to an old wooden
house covered with asphalt siding and split down the middle into two 
railroadflat apartments. Don tensed a little, his muddied thoughts gelling 
as he realized that he might be making a mistake. He was no hometown boy 
like the rest of the yokels around here; he had lived in enough big cities 
to recognize when he was being taken. He stopped dead in his tracks on the 
sidewalk, but the woman seemed to read his thought.

"I know, I know . . you're wondering why I'm doing this," she whispered 
though there was no one else on the street. "Well, I'm wondering myself, 
but let's not ask questions. By the way, my name's Lucy . . . what's 
yours?"

"Don . . . Don Willard," he grinned boyishly. "And I'm ashamed of myself 
for thinking what I was thinking."

"It couldn't be any worse than what I'm thinking, honey," she giggled.

"No, not that . . . I ain't ashamed of thinking that. That's only natural
with a good-lookin' woman like yourself. I was thinking something else . . 
. that you might be settin' me up to get rolled."

"Rolled? Oh, baby, you cut me deep . . . do I look like a criminal? is 
this the face of a criminal, honey? Are these the lips of a thief?" she 
teased. Don leaned close to her and kissed her lightly on the lips and felt
her shiver anxiously beneath her tight-fitting barmaid's outfit, a 
one-piece dress cut high on her voluptuous thighs

The house was cluttered and in need of straightening but not dirty. Don 
was pleased, for there was little that he hated more than a dirtied woman's
apartment, smelling of soiled panties and stockings and littered with 
tissues smeared with lipstick and crumpled undergarments Lucy's place was 
nothing like that; in fact, it even seemed to have a pleasant fragrance all
its own, which he soon attributed to the vase of freshly cut flowers that 
sat on the dining table.

"Sit anywhere you can make a spot . . . I'll go put on the coffee," she 
said and turned to walk down the hallway that formed one whole side of the 
apartment. The former house had been split exactly down the middle, and the
central hall, a feature in most of the area's old homes, had been halved 
into two narrow corridors framed with incongruous imitation walnut 
paneling.

Don watched her as she walked to the kitchen, the first time he had seen 
her in anything brighter than the dim light of the bar. If anything, she 
improved in the light . . . she was wearing no slip beneath the 
summerweight dress and when she paused in the kitchen doorway 
-deliberately? -he could see the stark outline of her thighs and hips 
beneath her clothes. It was strangely exciting, maybe more so than if she 
had been naked, and Don found that he was watching eagerly, hoping that she
would turn sideways so he could get a glimpse of her large full breasts as 
well. She was older than he was, though only a few years. Not enough to be
called an "older woman" but enough to be mysterious and exciting . . . 
Where had she come from and what had brought her to Evansboro? And why was 
she working tonight, of all nights, there to be with him as he pondered the
inevitable destruction of his marriage. Was it fated? Was there the hand of
Someone else involved? He could only shake his head and wonder . . . and at
the same time, he knew that he would never know the answer. Or that he 
would want to.

She came back with the coffee in a few minutes and he took his cup 
clumsily, nearly dropping the saucer when he forgot to grip it as well.

"You'll feel better when you get some of that stuff in you," she said. 
She held his hands with her own, steadying his shaky grip as he sipped the 
strong black brew.

He knew coffee was a joke when it came to sobering up a drunk. What was 
the line -Give coffee to a drunk and all you get is a wide-awake drunk! But
still he felt better, more human, after a few swallows of the thick black 
coffee had settled uncertainly in his stomach.

"Aren't you having any? I hate to drink alone," he joked and then 
promptly proceeded to spill a trail of dark staining coffee down the front 
of his shirt and trousers. "Damn . . . I knew I was doing too well."

"Well, no harm done . . . just get out of those clothes and I'll clean 
'em up. We waitresses are wizards at things like that. I've cleaned up
a lot worse . . . some things I wouldn't even tell you about."

Don glanced around. "Right here?" he asked uncomfortably.

"Sure . . . I was 'married for six years until the bastard took up with a
kid with swivel hips and a hunger for older men. I've seen all there is to 
see," she winked. "And besides . . . you've got on undershorts, haven't 
you?"

"Yeah, but . . ."

"C'mon, bashful . . . you'd go swimming at the pool with a lot less on, 
I'd bet. Let's get that coffee out of your clothes before it stains."

Don undressed nervously as she turned away. He felt uncomfortable yet 
perversely excited at the same time. He wasn't ashamed for her to see him. 
He knew that he had a nice body, hardened in all the right places from 
honest work. Only one thing . . . tonight it was hard somewhere else as 
well!

She pretended not to notice, but she caught the furtive downward glance 
and the slight turn of her lips as she saw the bulging ridge in his shorts.
"Okay . . . I'll clean 'em up and put them in front of the oven to dry."

"Uh, yeah . . . where's the little boy's room."

She turned as she was leaving the living room.

"Oh . . . you need any help?"

"Not this time," he smiled, his cock nearly bursting out of his drawers. 
"Maybe later."

She winked again. "That's a deal."

She was already back when he finished in the bathroom, emptying his 
beer-bloated bladder of a night's accumulation of beer. She had loosened 
the first few buttons on her dress and one or two at the bottom as well, 
exposing deliciously the rich fullness of her curvaceous breasts and the 
milky smoothness of her white inner thighs. He couldn't help staring but 
Lucy didn't seem to mind . . . she opened another button, grinning 
invitingly up at him as she sat on the sofa.

He watched in rapt fascination as she unbuttoned her dress to the waist 
and he could see the soft curving swells of her breasts straining at the 
cups of her brassiere.

"Damn, they're beautiful!" he blurted with out meaning to. "Oh, I'm sorry
. . . I guess I was just thinking out loud."

"Don't apologize, honey . . . that's the kind of thinking I like to 
hear." She finished opening the last button and waved him over to the sofa.
"Kiss me, Don . . . kiss me, please!"

He leaned over her and kissed her on the full redness of her lips, 
smiling and trying to act nonchalant . . . like this kind of thing was 
everyday to him. The real truth was that he had never strayed in the years 
of marriage to Diane, not even once.

Don sat on the edge of the sofa and the waitress moistened her lips with 
a swipe of her tongue, at the same time grasping his hand and forcing it 
between her breasts. She squeezed her full voluptuous tits in together and 
he could feel their hotness crushing his opened hand.

Suddenly, she twisted around and stretched out on the sofa, bringing him 
down on top of her as she reclined. Her legs opened brazenly and then 
closed around his; he could feel the warmth of her crotch against his upper
thigh as the bulging rigidity of his prick insinuated itself against the 
softness of her bare leg. She wore only panties under the opened dress and 
he could see almost all of her now, her slightly rounded little belly and 
her crisp white undies with just the faintest hint of a dark vee-shaped 
mound beneath them. His stiff erection ached inside his shorts and she 
caressed it with her thigh until both of them could feel the warm 
stickiness of his seminal secretions staining his drawers.

"Honey, you've got a nice hunk of cock down there . . . I'll bet it would
like to wiggle between my legs, how about it?" she purred invitingly, still
rubbing his cock with her leg. She threw her arms around him and kissed him
anxiously, with the frenzied passion of a woman without a man, the special 
kind of almost legendary divorce passion. Her body twitched in anxious 
eagerness and her hot tiny tongue wriggled between his teeth and played 
tug-of-war with his own until he forced his own down her throat. She sucked
on it demonically, biting and nibbling at the fleshiness of it as she 
ground her crotch against his leg . . . the fervent heat of her steaming 
slit was like an iron against his thigh!

"Oh, baby . . . I can't wait any longer. Get out of your drawers and put
it in me. God, put it in my cunt before I scream!" she choked.

Don pushed himself off her warm curvaceousness reluctantly, and modesty 
made him turn away from her as he stepped out of his jockey shorts. He 
turned back just as she lifted herself off the sofa and unhooked her 
brassiere -her breasts spilled free in a cascade of womanhood, huge 
resilient mounds of naked tit-flesh! She wiggled seductively out of her 
panties and lay back on the sofa, as naked as a jaybird for she hadn't been
wearing stockings in the summer heat. His eyes were drawn to the pink caps 
of her nipples and he hungered to take them in his mouth and kiss and lick 
them until she groaned with desire.

She smiled up at him, her breath shallow and irregular as she stared 
numbly at the rigid beauty of his erection, long and hard as it jutted from
his crotch. Her legs parted and Don could see the hair-rimmed slit of her 
pussy, already pouting and beaded with tiny dewdrops of moistness.

"Mmmmm, baby.. . I knew you'd have a nice big one! I knew it!" she gasped
appreciatively and wiggled against the back of the sofa to make room for 
him.

Don crawled in beside her, resting his hand gently on the warm swell of 
her hip. His fingers moved down the voluptuous curve to the firm cheeks of 
her buttocks, smooth and unblemished like a teenager's behind. .She was hot
and quivering. against him and she hungrily searched again for his lips and
kissed him with renewed animalish desires.

"Oh, hurry, lover . . . we don't have a lot of time and I want you in me 
as long as I can have it!" She reached down between their naked bodies 
until her trembling fingers brushed the blood-engorged thickness of his 
erection. Her fingers encircled it tenderly, lovingly and she squeezed it 
fondly in her palm.

Don groaned from the exquisite pressure of her fingers around his cock. 
It had been a long time since he had known a moment like this, for marital 
sex, no matter how good, was never as wickedly thrilling and exciting as a 
romp in the bed with a stranger. The joy of discovery, the thrill of 
arousing passion in someone you don't know . . . it was a thousand times 
better than sex with his wife, and he knew it!

Her aroused feminine nakedness squirmed against him and he shivered at 
the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. Her wriggling loins rubbed 
against his and he felt her thighs clamp, hotly around his cock as if she 
wanted to trap him and hold him for her naked lusts!

Suddenly, she pulled at his shoulders, urging him onto her full squirming
nakedness. He obliged willingly and her thighs splayed widely around his 
lean muscled hips. 

"Mmmmm, you're so strong and hard! Fuck me, honey, hurt me with your big 
hard dick! Hurt me soooo goooodd!" she begged, tears of
desire actually trickling from her fluttering eye. lids. Her hands were 
everywhere, caressing, touching, searching all the secret masculine hollows
of his firm muscled body as his prick jutted upward between her thighs. The
knobbish head of his cock rubbed incitingly over the pouting moist lips of 
her, vagina and she squirmed upward against his hard young torso; she 
ground her. loins invitingly up at him in anxious arousal. She reached 
between her legs and wantonly spread the fleshy labial lips of her cunt, 
allowing him greater access to the flowering heat of her cunt.

"Now, lover, now!" she whimpered, beads of perspiration forming on her 
neck and trickling down between her huge full breasts. She ripped at his 
back with her nails in an act of unspeakable frustration and wriggled her 
pelvis under him so that his cock plowed the naked steaming slit of her 
pussy like a paddle through rich warm cream!

She had to have him . . . she had to have him now!

Her legs moved hungrily open and she doubled her knees back hard against 
her breasts. Her legs snaked around his hips and tightened against the 
sides of his firm youthful body.

"Oooohhh, yess! Yes, now . . . now, lover! Put your big cock between my 
legs, honey . . fuck me! Fuck me 'hard!" she cried, her 'lips trembling and
her eyes clenched shut as she suffered through that moment of every woman's
passion . . . the instant before penetration when it doesn't matter who her
lover is, or what his color or shape or age. All that matters is that thick
hard piece of meat dangling between his legs . . . all that matters is his 
prick!

Don, tried, to reach for his cock to direct it between the soft pink lips
of her pussy, but Lucy was so anxious that she beat him to it . . . both 
her hands surrounded the lust-stiffened flesh of his long hard cock and 
worked its purplish head into the naked warmth of her cunt, spreading the 
pliant fleshy lips as she moaned in tremorous passion under him.

He gasped pleasurably as he sensed the first nibbling pressure of her 
labial lips as his cock rode up between her thighs and into the liquid 
warmth of her twat. He felt her dark fleecy pubic hair around the naked 
shaft of his prick and he knew that she was ready for him . . . Man, was 
she ever ready!

"Now, Don darling, now . . . stick it in me!" she shrieked, pounding on 
his back with her fists and kicking at his buttocks with the soles of her 
bare feet as her legs closed around him.

He surged into her with the strength of a hard right jab, throwing 
everything he had into the' deep-thrusting penetration of his 
lust-stiffened erection. He groaned as he felt the warm clasping grip of 
her pussy tighten deliciously around the thick' blue-veined ,hardness ,of 
his cock, and he bored deeper between her splayed soft thighs, deeper and 
deeper until the head of his prick battered the sensitive depths of her 
womb and she gasped and moaned in that 'exquisite heady mix of pleasure and
pain that's sex at its finest!

"Aaaaawwww, yessss!" she hissed through half-closed lips, clenching and 
unclenching the muscles in her thighs and buttocks to better squeeze the 
wondrous stiffness of his long virile cock.

Don gasped and thought in astonishment . . . She's gotta' be thirty-five,
maybe even forty, but she's got a twat like a teeny-bopper! Man, what a 
cunt, what a beautiful tight hot cunt!

Don gasped from the indescribable hot tightness of her pussy as his 
lust-stiffened erection surged into the yielding heat of her belly. She was
SO tight around his desire-hardened cock
that he gritted his teeth to keep from yelling, but his deep, skewering 
strokes soon were lubricated by the gushing warmth of her 'love juices and 
his deep punishing strokes slithered easily in and out of her rubbery 
cuntal 'grip, though he crammed every inch of his stiff young cock into her
twat until his balls slapped into her hairless butt-cleft.

He hadn't even known her a few short hours before, and less than thirty 
minutes earlier, he hadn't known her name . . . but now she whimpered and 
writhed under him with feverish passion, naked and lusting as he lucked her
wantonly, savagely. She was as livid and tremorous as a virgin tasting her 
first inch of cock and she mewled and purred incessantly beneath his weight
now as her loins ground salaciously up to meet his deep passion-stirring 
strokes.

Don wondered if it was all the beer that he had consumed or whether 
perhaps it was Diane's revelation about the baby. Or the loss of his job 
that soured him on everything. Whatever it was, he was experiencing a 
thrilling surge of unaccustomed sadistic desires . . . he wanted to hurt 
her, to brutally fuck her with his long hard cock until she screamed and 
pleaded for mercy! And he knew he could do it . . . that age-old story of 
man's universal dominance over woman. He could hurt her, make her scream 
and cry, and she was powerless in the sex act to get even. Man would always
be victorious, for it was the way of the cosmos . . . man was the master 
and woman the lust-slave of his cock!

His breath came in deep, furtive gasps and he ground his potent loins 
down hard against the fervently aroused softness of her steaming cunt. He 
was surprised at the strength that she possessed, and she bucked and arched
under him with amazing staying power, grunting and moaning as she moved 
toward the screaming cataclysm of her climax!

Her legs strained to hold him, her ankles locked around his back so that 
they writhed and squirmed as, one, flesh against naked flesh, as every 
delicious thrust of his hugely stiffened cock brought her closer . . . 
closer!

She gripped him incredibly tight with the in. sides of her white creamy 
thighs, scissoring them frantically in rhythm with his brutally impaling 
thrusts. Her whimpering mews of animalish pleasure had degenerated into a 
long low whine now as her pore in her body, every cell, every inch of naked
flesh, rose in the shuddering crescendo of her orgasm.

Until . . .!!

Her whole body came off the sofa and she began to spasm hotly under him, 
gasping and grunting, her eyes bulging and glazed. "OH... OH! . . . 
AAAAGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUMMIINNGG!" she screamed inhumanly, 
rattling the windows in the small apartment. Don was momentarily afraid 
that her noise would bring the neighbors but he forgot his fears as the 
moist soft plane of her crotch squirmed under his pelvis with lustful 
ferocity. He felt the unbelievable feverish heat of her nakedness under 
him, such mounting torridity that it seemed as if their bodies would fuse 
together as one, Lucy groaned and choked with the agonizing pleasure of her
climaxing desires, her feet rising up his back and her toes curling in the 
longish length of his hair. She shuddered convulsively, her hips quivering 
as the carnal gurgling of her lust finally died down in her throat. And 
finally she was still, very still as if her whole life had ebbed away in 
the furious exhaustion of her lovemaking.

"Damn, damn, damn . . . I've never had any. think like that, baby! You're
somethin' else honey," she breathed, her naked breasts rising and falling 
as her lungs ached for air. His cock was still hard and still in her cuntal
grip, though it felt to him as though he had dipped it in a bucket of 
heated oil as her orgasmic juices flooded him and trickled down her 
buttocks onto the sofa.

He started to pull out of her and she grabbed him frantically. "Mmmm, not
yet . . let me feel you there a minute longer. Baby, you're still so hard .
. . what a lover!"

"Thanks . . . you ain't so bad yourself."

"Oh, but I really mean it . . . Listen, honey, if you can sneak out of 
the house, you can come see me anytime. Day or night, baby, just ring the 
bell and I'm yours! You can call me ahead of time and I'll be naked for you
. . . I mean it!"

"I appreciate the offer, Lucy," he said, sober now from the sweaty bout 
of. loving. "But I reckon we'll be leaving pretty soon. I'm getting laid 
off over at the plant."

"Oh, no! Say you don't mean it. I find one man in this dump who knows 
what a woman likes . . . and now he's packing up!" she wailed. "How soon? 
Will I see you again?"

"I don't know. I've got another week at the plant and then . . . well, 
who knows. There's a problem with the ol' lady."

"You want to talk about it"

"Naw, not really.. . it's my problem and I'll have to come up with the 
answer I suppose."

She kissed him tenderly and pushed his shoulder up from her. "Take it 
out, sweetie . . . Lucy's got a surprise."

"Huh?"

"Take your cock out of me and lie down here on the sofa . . . I'll be 
right back." He did as she said, raising his lean body up and letting his 
cock slip from her cuntal tightness with a lewd slurping sound of 
reluctance.

Still completely naked, she hurried from the room and a moment later he 
heard the sound of a toilet flushing and the water running in the bathroom.
She returned with a washcloth and a plastic pail of water.

"Stretch out on your back and close your eyes . . . just relax 'cause 
this ain't going to hurt one bit." She kneeled beside the sofa and began to
wash his genitals lovingly, letting the warm water, scented with bath oils,
drip onto the jutting stiffness of his cock, still sticky with her love 
juices and down between his legs to the leathery heaviness of his 
sperm-laden balls. She washed him everywhere, his balls, his cock,
his thighs, even the hairy furrow of his ass, and through it all Don sighed
as her fingers deftly went about their loving task.

She put the pail and cloth aside and began to lovingly stroke the fleshy 
outer skin of his cock, rolling it up and down between her fingers until 
Don was sure he would come in a geyser of white sticky semen. His pelvis 
began to move up and down as she pulled powerfully at his blue-veined 
rigidity, bringing groans of cocklust to his lips.

But then she leaned further over him and breathed hotly on the purplish, 
bulbous head of his prick. Suddenly she licked it . . . a long slow swipe 
of her tongue that encircled the whole head and moistly laved the tiny slit
in the end. She moaned almost as loudly as Don when her lips ovaled around 
his cock and she took him ravenously into her voracious mouth.

To Don, it was like a warm moist condom being drawn tightly over his 
fully erect cock and he shivered lustfully as her warmly clasping lips 
clung to the length pole of virile hardness, encasing his prick in a 
rousing pressure of fantastic excitement. He nakedly squirmed beneath her 
as she brought rippling shudders of undiluted lust to his loins.

He groaned under her and pushed his pelvis up, burying his cock in the 
hot warmth of her throat, for Lucy had that special knack of swallowing 
just at the right moment. And instead of gagging and sputtering as Diane 
did the one time that she had tried this, Lucy relaxed her throat and the 
full throbbing length of his prick slithered down into the exquisite 
velvety grip of her throat.

Don lifted his head enough to see what she was doing, and see he did! Her
lips ovaled wide around the circumference of his naked erection as it 
disappeared into the moist cavern of her mouth and slid down into the 
buttery-smooth tunnel of her throat. Her hands as they gently caressed the 
swollen roundness of his balls. Her nostrils flared as she breathed 
anxiously, awaiting the gushing eruption of his virile young stallion!

Lucy could feel the bloated pressure of his seething passion against the 
palm of her hand as she caressed his testicles and her tongue swirled 
incitingly around and around his prick, her tonguetip flicking teasingly 
into the tiny slit at the head.

He saw her cheeks hollow with the exquisite pressure of her ravenous 
sucking, her neck stiffened and veined from the exhausting exertions of her
wanton act of fellatio. Again and again she sucked him as though every 
mouthful of tasty cock was the food that would save her life

and every time that she gulped and sucked, his achingly stiff prick was 
swallowed deliciously down her throat in a slithering thrust of unspeakable
ecstasy!

Lucy whined and breathed around the mouthfilling thickness of his cock, 
her own sexuality rising again in a near-crescendo as she relished the peak
of carnal delight that she was bringing this naked man.

Not missing a single stroke in the lascivious fellatial rhythm that she 
had established, she climbed onto the sofa and knelt over him, sucking his 
prick even deeper now down her throat. Her muscles there were like a 
thousand tiny fingers, hotly massaging the naked flesh of his cock and 
urging him closer and closer to gushing, sperm-spurting climax. She reached
under his buttocks and lifted him, sucking frenetically, swallowing and 
gulping like a ravenous animal as she sucked him with such ferocity that he
gasped from the exquisite pain.
"God, Lucy . . . here I go Now, baby, now suck it, honey, I'm gonna' cum 
right down your throat!" he coughed as she lightly squeezed his balls, 
milking the seething sperm up from his scrotum and along the long thick 
stiffness of his penis. He gasped and choked under her slavishly erotic 
sucking, her tongue and lips working at a feverish pace around his 
blood-engorged cock. And then he came . . . with the gushing ferocity of a 
stud bull!

There was a single spurt to clear the way, a rushing mouthful of sperm 
that raced up from his balls along the achingly sensitive length of his 
cock and sloshed from the head into the hungrily gulping depths of her 
throat. Lucy nearly gagged on his orgasm, amazed at the bulletlike 
intensity of his erupting sperm, but she managed to swallow every drop of 
the precious life-giving liquid, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate his 
enormous capacity. She. didn't stop swallowing until the last solitary drop
was down her throat and then she licked his cock clean, giggling as he 
shivered when her tongue encircled the super-sensitive head.

She stood up, her huge naked breasts swinging like twin pendulums. "Now, 
honey, now you can get up . . . I couldn't leave you with that hardon. You 
might'a gone out of here and raped somebody. Get dressed now, it's about 
time for
the rush back at the bar. But your drinks are on me for the rest of the 
night . . . anything you want, you big-dick rascal!"


CHAPTER SIX



Diane was in shock, numb in that special kind of reaction people have to 
something so awful that the mind simply refuses to comprehend any longer. 
It was the kind of glazed-eye numbness that could linger for days or longer
. . . but Diane knew that she didn't have even hours to wallow in the 
luxury of not thinking. She was at home again, somehow, and she had 
survived . . . that much she was grateful for, though her legs were still 
wobbly from Red's brutal ravishment and between them there throbbed the 
aching phantom pain of something still shoved between the ravaged lips of 
her vagina.

Trembling and wanting a drink or a cigarette or a pill, anything to calm 
her nerves, she made her way to the bathroom and switched on the light.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. There, staring
blankly back at her, was the shame-branded face of an adulteress. Her lower
lips still bore the bloodied traces of her flesh-biting passion and her 
cheeks were tracked with the still moist streaks of her tears.

I have to do something before Don gets home, she thought fearfully, 
shaking her head in a, near-futile attempt to force her mind to function 
normally again. I can't let Don see me like this! He'd know from just one 
look . . . he'd know what I've done!

She turned on the water in the bathtub full force and splashed a handful 
on her cheeks to hide the trail of her tears. With her fingers still 
trembling, she undressed quickly, tip-toeing out of the -bathroom only long
enough to pour herself a drink from Don's rye whiskey. She hated the stuff 
but she needed all the courage that she
could muster to face the rest of this night . even cheap courage from a 
bottle.

Diane looked at the pile of soiled clothes on the bathroom floor before 
she dumped them all in the hamper. She hated them -she wanted to light a 
match to all of them, for they reminded her painfully of the shameful thing
that she had done. In her giddiness, she fantasized that if all the clothes
that she had worn to Red's were gone, then somehow the act would vanish 
from her memory.

A glimpse of rational cognition sparked in her jumbled thought and she 
realized, with alarm, that she was totally incoherent even in her own mind.
What would she be like when Don came home? Would she even be able to talk 
to him without breaking apart?

Suddenly she remembered something that she had thought of on the drive 
home and she went into the hall to the full-length mirror, turning slowly 
and bending from the waist for a better look at her lust-damaged young 
body.

Jesus, look at the bruises! If Don sees those, I'm a goner!

Afraid and nervous, she climbed into the tub and let her bruised and 
battered body slide beneath the soothing warm water. The bath had
an amazing tranquilizing effect on, her nerves and for a few moments, at 
least, she enjoyed the luxury of a soothing respite from her nightmares.

Her mind reeled with countless images, as if somehow her unconscious 
suspected that flooding her with a million jumbled thoughts would save her 
from the torment of remembering the events of this night.

Most of her thoughts were of Don, of the first weeks they had enjoyed 
together, and she got the uneasy feeling that, like a drowning person, the 
best of her life was flashing before her eyes . . .

* * *



"There's a whole bunch of 'em, Diane! Three or four at least, and they've
all moved into the old Raynor place until those new apartments are finished
out by the school." Lou Ann Ledhetter, the town's closest runner-up for the
title of tramp, was wide-eyed with joy at the prospect of three new men in 
town. She had to be . . . because all the rest of them had had her and now 
no one would go out with her unless it was a sneak-date or a dark drive out
to Johnson's Pond for some back-seat loving.

The teenage blonde was wiggling out of her pleated skirt, part of her 
cheerleading uniform, and her girlfriend Lou Ann was waiting for her. Diane
was called a lot of -names by some of the others for palling around with a 
girl like her, but she didn't mind. She knew that Lou Ann had her own 
peculiar set of problems and she liked her despite her trampish behavior. 
She had tried to change her, subtly at first and then more forthrightly, 
but nothing seemed to work. So Diane, in her fashion, merely shrugged and 
still kept her as her girlfriend.

"I don't really care, Lou Ann . . . I'll leave the new boys in town to 
you. That's your department." Diane often teased her now, but it was 
good-natured kidding, the kind that can pass between friends without 
hurting.

"They're not boys, they're men . . . all of them! And they don't know 
anybody in town. Wow, I wish I could meet them!"

"Why don't you stop by the Raynor house and tell them you're from the 
Chamber of Commerce," Diane teased.

"Do you think that would work? I mean, does Evansboro even have a chamber
of commerce?" Lou Ann was half off the sofa with enthusiasm. Diane laughed
until she cried.

"Lou Ann, you're too much . . . you really are! Listen, if you really 
want to meet those guys, just go over there -in the daytime, and tell them 
you'd like to welcome them to town, that's all. There's nothing wrong with 
that, as long as you do it correctly." 

Lou Ann didn't answer, but Diane could see from the glazed look in her 
eyes that her suggestion had struck home.. . or a home run, more likely. 
She didn't see her for three days; in fact, no one saw her except in the 
two morning classes that Lou Ann took as part of her Distributive Education
program. She worked in the afternoons at the dime store, but she missed 
work for three days running and they were on the verge of firing her when 
Diane finally ran into her downtown . . . in the company of three men whom 
she had never seen before.

One of them was driving a sporty new Chevrolet convertible and Lou Ann 
was in the middle up front. But it was the quiet one sitting by himself in 
the back who caught Diane's eye.

Was it love at first sight, she would ask herself later. No, but it was 
at least hope . . . the hope of some chance of something lasting and
special between them. He was nothing like the
 guys that she knew from town. He even talked different, not running all 
his words together like the rural types around here did. But he wasn't from
up north . . . Lord knows, Mama would have fainted dead away if she had 
gone out with a yankee boy, 'cause everybody knew what they 'were like with
Southern girls. They only wanted one thing!

His name was Don, Lou Ann told her later, and for days Diane was 
afflicted with that same ailment that seemed to plague her girlfriend 
almost all the time. Only it wasn't the same kind of general malady that 
Lou Ann had . . hers was more specific. Don Willard, to be exact.

He finally asked her out, through Lou Ann's prodding, she suspected, 
though he never admitted it, and when he took her home -on time, with no 
arguments- Diane knew that he was the man for her. No hot breath in the 
face, no pawing and grabbing, just a gentle kiss on the lips like in the 
movies . . . and when she went inside to bed, her knees were wobbly with 
teenager love!

A year later, after she finished high school, they were married, and 
again like the movies, their marriage was consummated on their wedding 
night, in a resort called South of the Border in South Carolina.

He never asked her, then, whether he was the first, and she volunteered 
nothing, though the truth was that she had lost her maidenhood to a 
smooth-talking basketball player from another county hardly a month before 
she met Don. She eventually told him, and it pained her to see that look of
despondency on his face, but he got over it and the subject never came up 
again.


* * *



But this . . . this was no one-nighter with the captain of a neighboring 
basketball team. This was adultery . . . and with a man as disgusting as 
Red Collins, it would kill Don if he found out! No, it had to be her 
secret, her lifelong cross to bear. 

Don must never know, never!

CHAPTER SEVEN



Don took the three steps one at a time, like they were a hundred and he 
was shaky with age. But with each step up, the front door seemed to move 
backward away from him, like the house was amusing itself in a sadistic 
contest with its master as he returned home in no shape to argue.

"Goddamn . . . I'll never make it," he mum bled aloud, not caring whether
the neighbors were all watching. "I'll have to sleep out here on the 
fuckin' steps. Serves me right, I reckon, it's better'n I deserve!"

He made the top step and braced himself around the square pillar that 
supported the front stoop. He swayed dangerously and once he nearly tumbled
backward down the stairs but he caught himself with one arm and a leg 
around the pillar.

Getting the key in the tiny keyhole was an almost impossible task and it 
wasn't made any easier by his outrageous laughing at himself and muttering,
"Put some hair 'round it, Don, ol' boy . . then y'can find it!"

The living room light was switched on but there was no sign of Diane. He 
silently thanked Whoever up There was listening to a drunk's supplications 
and stumbled into the bathroom to undress before Diane heard him and got 
out of bed. He left his clothes on the floor next to the hamper, forgetting
to open the lid and toss them inside next to Diane's, and he edged along 
the wall to the bedroom like a two year-old practicing walking, 
step-by-step as he leaned against the doorways for support.

Diane didn't stir as he pulled back the covers and he tried to kneel on 
the edge of the bed and climb in without disturbing her, but he lost his 
balance in the dizzying darkness and he fell with a bed-tossing thud next 
to her.

He lay perfectly still, waiting for her to wake up, trying to stay 
conscious long enough to sound reasonably coherent. He looked at her, 
primly clad in her favorite nightie, but all he could see was the hazy 
image of Lucy the cocktail waitress stretched naked beside him. It was a 
haunting, shimmering image that seemed to come and go, but it nagged him 
and gnawed at his soul.

* * *



Oh, Don, I'm so sorry, I really am . . . I'm not asleep, but I want you 
to think I am. How could I face you tonight, how could I touch you or let 
you touch him after the sins I have committed . . . I'm not worthy of you 
any longer, Don, I'm dirty and unclean!

* * *



Don slid under the sheet and stretched out languorously 'beside his wife;
when he closed his eyes, the room. swirled drunkenly as if he had fallen 
onto an all-night carousel and was spinning around and around. He felt his 
wife's slender body against his, the frail warmth of
her nakedness beneath her sheer nightgown, and he cringed away 
instinctively. Just the thought of making love to her, of trying to make up
for his drunken ribaldry, was sickening . . . . How could he make love to 
his pregnant wife with the same cock that he had used on that shameless 
tramp from the bar? He wanted to touch her, to caress her and hope for her 
tender forgiveness, but he stayed away instead, far over on his side of the
bed.

And for the first night since their marriage, they slept together as 
strangers, each with his own private shame.

CHAPTER EIGHT



"Hey, Don, are you deaf? That's the third time they've called you on the 
squawk box!" his friend Eddie shouted to him from his seat on the fork-lift
truck that he operated.

Don turned to the source of Eddie's voice. "Oh, I guess I was thinking 
about something.

. . . Thanks, Eddie."

"Thinking? Man, you must have been unconscious to miss that thing!" Eddie
yelled as the loudspeaker was beginning to call Don Willard for the fourth 
time, the operator's voice showing signs of growing irritation.

His head throbbed with the sick-pain of a hangover, but it wasn't his 
morning-after-malady that made him miss the message three times running . .
. it was his worries about Diane. He had awakened ahead of the alarm this 
morning and switched it off so that she wouldn't get up to fix him his 
usual coffee and orange juice. He dressed quietly and slipped out of the 
house without waking her to catch his ride to work. And all the way there 
he chided himself for his dishonesty . . . He had to tell her about the 
night before sooner or later, only he just couldn't bear to spring it on 
her now. Hell, she was carrying his kid . . . what kind of man would tell a
pregnant woman something like that?

He shook his head -slowly, so the throbbing wouldn't become worse- and 
laughed at himself as he walked across the floor to the switchboard to get 
his message. You're full of crap, Don Willard . . . what kind of man would 
even do what you did? You went out and got laid and left your pregnant wife
at home? You're rotten, buddy, rotten like bad meat!

"Well, there. you are," the elderly telephone operator said snippily. 
There was a rumor go.
ing around that she was older than Mother Nature, but nobody could prove 
it. She had white hair that was purple now from countless rinses and a 
perpetual sneer on her lips like she owned the factory and everyone else 
just worked here. "I was about to go looking for you. Mr. Collins wants to 
see you." Don nodded and headed outside to the loading ramp. "Not there . .
. in the personnel office."

The bastard, he thought. He's probably going to lay me off ahead of 
schedule! They can't wait to hand me that pink slip!

Sanderson, the personnel director, wasn't in his office when Don arrived,
but Red was there, standing beside the personnel man's big walnut desk. Don
winced as he saw the smirking grin on Collins' face and he wanted more than
anything to knock his head around backwards, but he knew that he would need
a good reference if he hoped to find another decent job.

"You wanted to see me?" Don said coolly.

Was it his imagination, or was Red looking at him strangely, like he knew
some special secret? Oh, it's just my imagination . . . I'm getting punchy 
now that I'm almost out of work. A few weeks and I'll be like those winos 
down on Main Street, punching at their shadows and
flinching every time a horn blows.

"Yes, Don . . . I have some news for you," Red smiled . . . or was it a 
smirk?

"I'll bet."

"You're off the list . . . you're being kept on . . ."
 "I'm what?" Don suddenly perked-up. "Just what I said . . . 
you're not going to be laid off or furloughed. You can keep your job," he 
said. 

Don stammered for words. All his defenses, all his fast comebacks had 
been shot down by this inexplicable turn of events. "But I don't get it.. .
. why me?"

Red laughed nervously. "Well, let's not question the front office . . . 
now run on back to work."

Sanderson returned to his office once Don was back at the loading dock. 
"Well, did you do it?" he asked irritatedly.

"Yeah, he's back on the payroll"

The personnel director settled at his desk and sifted through his papers.
"I still don't like it . . . it's sure to cause trouble with the other men.
But I'll go along with you this once, Red, because I've had no reason to 
distrust you."

"Right, .Sandy . . . and that business about Mr. Cooley's wife had 
nothing to do with it, huh?" he grinned.

The personnel director flushed and waved the burly foreman out of his 
office. "I told you before, Red . . . I was just giving her a lift home and
we stopped for a minute to talk. That was all."

Red laughed as he opened the door. "I don't care if you fucked her or 
not, Sandy . . . but whatever your reasons, thanks for the hand. I'll be 
seein' you."

He sighed deeply when the foreman was gone and reached for the pint 
bottle of Jack Daniels that he kept in the locked middle drawer. Only after
he had downed a solid mouthful and popped a chlorophyl mint in his mouth 
did Sanderson breathe easily again. He didn't know what Red Collins was up 
to . . . but he didn't care. His own secret was safe for another day.

* * *



"Diane, Diane, where are you?" he shouted as he ran into the house.

She hurried from the. kitchen, wearing an apron and wielding a 
half-scrubbed pot in one hand. "Don . . . what is it? Is something wrong?"
My, Cod, he's found out . . . he knows!

"Nothing's wrong, honey . . . I got my job back!" he beamed. "We don't 
have to leave and you can have your baby right here in Evansboro!"



Diane smiled thinly. "That's great, darling . . . just great."

 "Is that all you can say? I just told you all that and you just smile 
and shrug like it was nothing." His voice showed signs of bitterness and 
hurt. 

"I'm sorry . . . I guess the shock hasn't hit me yet. It'll take a 
while," she explained weakly. "I'll probably start screaming in the middle 
of the night when it finally comes home."

"That's better . . . I rushed all the way home without stopping for a 
beer just so I could tell you." He still had on his work clothes and his 
light windbreaker and he made no move to take them off.



"You're not staying?" she asked hopefully, though she already knew the 
answer. It was written all over his face . . . he wanted to get back to 
that awful bar and those women.

"Uh, no' honey . . . I think I'll just slip back to the Stop-Over for one
or two beers. After all, I've got something to celebrate tonight!"

* * *



And that's the way it went for three days running . . . Don would rush 
home from work, ,sometimes not even having dinner, and then it was back to 
that bar and his friends. Diane hardly saw him at all, like it used to be 
when he had to work overtime practically every night. Only then it was for 
them, for the down-payment on their little house.

Now . . . well, she was afraid to guess why he stayed gone so much, 
though in some secret moments she was glad. At least she hadn't been faced 
with the dreaded moment of making love again. He scarcely touched her now, 
slipping into bed after she was asleep, and hurrying away in the morning 
without even his coffee. For a couple of days, her relief at being spared 
the agony of lovemaking with the memories of her adultery still vivid in 
her mind blinded her to the real situation . . . he didn't want to make 
love. He was avoiding it as surely as she was that night after leaving 
Red's.

But like any problem, smothering it beneath the surface was no 
long-lasting solution. Sooner 

or later, like a volcano, it was sure to erupt . . .

* * *



"Diane . . . Diane, wake up . . ."

The voice came to her through a shocking mist of grays and blacks, an 
overpoweringly sinister cloud that had swirled about her and cut her off 
from the ones that she loved. In the distance, she could see her house . . 
. her unborn baby . . . her darling Don . . . but the misty fog obscured 
her way 'and she stumbled and groped blindly, never quite reaching them, 
always taking the wrong path . . . until she awoke.

His face came into focus slowly, as through the lens of some avant-garde 
filmmaker's camera. "Oh, Don . . . I was dreaming. What is it, honey?"

"Diane . . . I know this sounds stupid, but were you in Forest Acres last
week? The night I was, uh, at the armory for Reserve meeting?" He looked 
more worried than angry and in her grogginess she let it slip out.

"Yes, I was there . . . how did you find out?" she asked before she could
stop herself.

"A friend. Or that's what he calls himself. Anyway, he came to me tonight
at the Stop-Over and told me, in front of some guys from work, that he saw 
my car in Red Collins' driveway the night before he changed his mind about 
firing me. They all teased me about it, but no. body knew that it wasn't me
driving . . . Were you at Red's that night, Diane? God in heaven, tell me 
you weren't . . . tell me!" His voice rose in his anguished concern but 
Diane knew that she had gone too far now to change her story.. the moment 
that she had dreaded now for days was upon her at last. And strangely, she 
was almost relieved to let it all spill free, exorcised at last of this 
awful shame!

"Yes, I was there! Oh, Don, I'm sorry . . . I did it for us! I wanted to 
tell you, but . . . " A resounding smack echoed through the bedroom as his 
open palm searingly slapped her across the cheek, knocking her sideways on 
the bed and almost onto the floor. She caught herself on the edge of the 
mattress before she could fall.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" he cried mournfully, grabbing her and pulling her 
back to a sitting position." I'm so sorry, honey! The baby, I didn't hurt 
the baby, did I? Oh, Diane, tell me the baby's all right!"

She smiled crookedly, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm okay . . . and 
so's your baby."

"And it is mine, isn't it?"

Diane's face twisted into a fierce scowl but soon relaxed into an 
understanding smile again. "Yes, its yours, Don. There's no doubt about 
it."

"How about Red . . . do I get to hear about it now?" he asked bitterly. 
"Or is that a secret between you two?"

Diane leaned close to him and touched his bare arm. "No, Don . . . 
there's nothing at all between us except the hate I have for that animal. I
went there to see if he would listen to reason, because of, well, because 
of something that happened once."

"At Sal's, that place that burned down east of town a few years ago?"

Diane's eyebrows raised in surprise, but then she remembered that 
Evansboro was, and would always be, a small town. A small town full of
 gossips and busy-bodys. "Yes . . . that's it. I thought, well, I thought 
he might do me a favor. But he didn't see it that way."

"Did he force 'you to do something, Diane?" Don glowered. "Because if he 
did, I'll kill him."

"No, honey . . . it wasn't that way. He gave me a choice. And I took it .
. . to try and save
our marriage. To get your job back for you. But..." 
"Don't tell me anymore . . not. now." He got up and walked out of the room.
When he came back, she saw that he was carrying his bottle of rye whiskey. 
He took another man-size slug of the strong Canadian liquor and put the 
bottle down beside the bed.

"Since we're telling secrets, honey, I, too, have got something to 
confess . .. and it happened that same night!"

He told her about Lucy, everything, and as he watched her face, he saw 
that the tears dried up and the lines of grief melted into the prettiness 
of her smile and suddenly he wanted her like almost never before . . . more
than Lucy, more than any woman. He wanted Diane, his wife!

"Oh, darling!" she moaned breathlessly as they hugged. She nearly swooned
from the ecstatic sensation of his powerful arms around her once again.

He felt the fervent hardness of her nipples pressing against his chest, 
even through the fabric of his shirt, like two hot pokers burning at his 
flesh. He took his clothes off on a passionate impulse, stripping to his 
shorts 'as he crawled onto the bed next to his wife. She pushed them
down as she snuggled beside him and they kissed frantically, desperately, 
as he pushed her nightie up and their bodies could crush together nakedly.

She gasped in his arms as she felt the long. dreaded prodding of his 
erection as it surged between her thighs. Only now the fear and concern 
were gone . . . and in the void they left behind, a raging passion that 
threatened to consume her alive!

Don felt her shuddering in his grip as if she were in the throes of 
feverish convulsions but it only excited him more. Who cared about Lucy and
the dime-o-dozen broads like her? He had this beautiful passionate creature
to come home to!

They kissed passionately again and their bodies rubbed lasciviously 
together, moistened with a misty sheen of perspiration from their anxious 
arousal. Don pushed his naked wife's legs up and let them drop over his, 
angling the warmth of her loins tight against his own.

"Oh, Don, darling . . . darling!" she moaned as his fingers moved down 
over her flaring hips and over the cheeky mound of her buttocks. She 
clenched her asscheeks closed around his fingers as he searched hotly in 
the smooth hairless cleft. Suddenly she cried out in rapturous delight as 
they discovered the pink quivering lips of her pussy. He caressed her 
anxiously there and she squirmed excitedly against him, her head tossing on
her pillow as she grunted and whimpered in frantic incitement. She reached 
down between them and closed her fist around the turgid flesh of his cock 
and, with a gasping cry of relief, slipped it into the liquid heat of her 
cunt. He pushed toward her-as they lay on their sides and she pushed back, 
swallowing most of his cock between the trembling lips of her pouting 
vagina.

Don groaned from the exquisite grip of Diane's twat around his burning 
erection, like a hot hand greased with butter and he pushed a little deeper
into her cunt, slipping his thick tumescent prick between the clasping pink
folds of her vagina. Suddenly, Diane could stand the wait not a second 
longer . . . she had to have him, all of his!

"Darling, darling!" she cried as she threw the sheet off of them and 
swung herself strongly. over him and into a straddling position over her 
husband. Her head snapped back convulsively as the rest of his 
pleasure-pole slithered hotly into her belly. Her cuntal lips slid downward

along the naked thickness of his erection until he was sunk to the hilt 
inside her and she began to lift her buttocks with her slender thighs and 
move up and down on his jutting stiffness. Her breasts jiggled and danced 
as she bounced up and down on his loins; a hissing moan escaped her quaking
lips with every downward, skewering movement of her naked hips.

Don had never seen her quite this turned on . . . but he knew that he 
liked it! She was sexuality itself, womanhood in her finest glories, all 
rolled into one beautiful body . . . his wife Diane!

She was humping him with frenetic delight, lifting herself with the 
strength of her legs and then shuddering as she dropped her weight onto the
upraised, impaling pole of his blood-heated prick. Don could see every inch
of his good-size cock disappear wetly up between her legs, nibbled 
ravenously by the rubbery lips of her twat. Every time she skewered herself
on his erection, her head tossed loosely on her shoulders and her hair 
flailed around her face like a thousand tiny whips and she moaned inhumanly
as if possessed by a she-devil!

* * *



What was it that was transforming his wife Diane into a screaming, 
lusting demoness? Where was the usually reserved girl that he had married?
Then one who still blushed like most Southern girls when the sex act was at
hand? And what had changed her . . . ?

* * *



"Oh, Don, darling!" she hissed, her eyes clenched tightly shut. "Push up,
push up hard!" She was throwing herself down onto his impaling lust-rod 
with such force that he had to gasp for breath between her passioned 
skewerings and he feared that the mattress would collapse with the wild 
savagery of her fucking.

She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders 
and he lifted his head enough to capture one of her breasts with his lips. 
Diane groaned as he hotly kissed her bare, squirming tit and his tongue 
twirled wetly around her crinky nipple as she pumped up and down ravenously
on his cock.

Bit by bit, as the minutes passed, Diane's frantic ravishment slowed into
a mellower rhythm of absolute connubial bliss and the passioned grimace on 
her lips melted into a smile of pleasurable arousal.

She could talk again, though her voice was still throaty with the emotion
of her impassioned act. "D-Don . . . tell me about her."

"What . . ."

"Tell me about that woman . . . I want to know about her, what it was 
like," she breathed gaspingly as she pushed her naked crotch down onto the 
upraised stiffness of his virile, potent erection.

"I told you. .. it just happened. I was drunk and..."

"No!" Diane grunted with loin-searing passion as she lowered herself 
hurtfully on her husband's naked erection. "That's not what I mean . . . 
tell me what it was like . . . tell me about her body. Tell me how you . . 
. fucked her!" When she said the word, it seemed to hiss through her teeth 
as though she wanted to spit it out at him.

Don had never seen her like this, not ever, but it was incredibly 
sensual. Diane was climbing the walls with desire and now she wanted to 
hear him describe how it was with another woman. Suddenly, he had an idea .
. . it was so dirty and cruel that he immediately dismissed it as an 
impossible fantasy. But then . . . Why not? They say nothing's wrong or 
dirty if you and your partner enjoy it, so here goes!

"I'll tell you . . . everything. But I want to hear about Red," he 
teased. 

"Oh, Don, do I have to?" his wife cried, still moving up and down on his 
upraised cock in a slow sensuous dance of naked passion. But she knew in 
her most secret thoughts that she didn't mind . . . she wanted to tell him.
She wanted to talk about it now, to purge herself of the memories that she 
had borne in lonely solitude!

"Yes, yes . . . he kissed me down there, he used his lips and tongue 
there . . . ."

"He ate you, say it, he ate your pussy, Diane!" Don blurted.

"Yes, he ate me! He kissed my pussy and licked it and I went crazy! I 
think I wanted him to fuck me after he kissed me there between my legs!"

"That's what Lucy did to me . . . Man, what a blow-job!. She nearly 
sucked my cock off! And that pussy . . . shit, she had a pussy like
a teenager!"

"It couldn't have been better than Red's cock . . . it was huge!" Diane 
choked, not certain whether she had gone too far in their wicked new game 
of lovemaking, but Don only winced and gave her an especially deep thrust 
with his cock.

She groaned submissively. "But it was nothing like this, lover . . . 
nothing could beat this!"

"Same here, Diane . . . you're the best! Ride that thing, baby! Pump up 
and down!"

"Oooohhh, yes, yes . . . stick your finger in my ass while I fuck you, 
darling Hurt me, hurt me soooo gooooddd!!"

"I'll hurt you, baby! I'll hurt you like you ain't ever been hurt!" he 
gasped, but it wasn't in anger . . . instead, he was burning up inside with
a frenzied kind of searing lust!

He gripped her shoulder with one hand, bracing her in position as he 
pushed up with his loins, burying his cock savagely into her tremorous 
belly. His other hand reached behind her and searched along the smooth 
naked cleft of her buttocks until his fingers found the tautly puckered 
little mouth of her anus. She groaned anew as his stiffened middle finger 
prodded at the unguarded muscular grip of her anus . . . then, with a 
vicious thrust, he shoved his middle finger deeply into the rubbery 
nether-grip of her rectum.

"Unngghhhh! Yesss, hurt me, hurt me!" she screamed, writhing and bucking 
over with demonic-frenzy, pushing up and down with her slender thighs, each
downward jerk of her hips impaling her on his hugely jutting erection.

His finger probed hotly inside her velvety rectal sheath and she squirmed
back onto it animalishly as a rising shrill cry rippled from her throat . .
. she was nearing her climax, she was going to come!

"Oooohhh, yesss . . . harder, harder! Fuck me, darling! Stick your 
beautiful cock in me and make me scream . . . Aaaaagghhhhh!!"

Her naked body spasmed, tautening and releasing, as if she had brushed a 
high-voltage line and Don felt the warm gushing flood of her orgasmic love 
juice as it steamed from the lustheated slit of her pussy.

He had held back as long as he needed and when she relaxed, his own 
spurting climax was added to the oozing wetness in a gush of hot viscous 
cum!

Diane shivered again as she felt his geyserlike eruption ricochet up into
her belly until she glowed inside from the warmth of his sticky 
ejaculation. Finally, she stopped shaking and leaned over, her breasts 
close to his lips.

"Kiss them, darling . kiss my tits!" she pleaded and as his lips ovaled 
around the lust-hardened flesh of her nipple, he felt her amazingly start 
to quiver with yet another orgasm!

At long last, they were both completely finished . . . sated and relaxed,
full of each other, and Diane finally rolled off her husband and onto the 
bed beside him. In seconds, she was sound asleep, a smile on her lips as 
she snuggled close to Don's side.

He rested himself on one elbow and looked at her, still naked and 
uncovered. He was confused . . . confused about himself, about his own 
sexuality. About Diane and what this sudden change in her desires meant to 
the two of them . . . but he knew that this would all sort itself out 
sooner or later.

Don had something else to think about . . the part that he hadn't told 
Diane for fear that she would have tried to stop him. In the morning, after
she was packed for the drive west, he had a stop to make. It would be 
Saturday and Red Collins' day off . . !.

CHAPTER NINE



He hadn't taken his picture from its reverent resting place for days now,
content with the memory of that night to sustain him. He didn't need that 
faded photograph to fuel his fantasies any longer . . . for he had very 
real memories of the very real thing!

Read had been up for less than an hour and had just finished a 
variety-pack box of cereal, sloshing it down with some of the previous 
night's re-perked coffee.

He looked at his watch -nearly an hour before the preacher's kid was due 
to cut the grass. On an impulse, he took Diane's picture from the drawer, 
carrying it with him as he went to the bathroom.

He propped it on the back of the toilet and took his fleshy cock in his 
hand as he stood over the toilet. It was morning-hard and sensitive, but he
began to pump its thick length in his right fist, his eyes glued to the 
photograph.

Only now, there were no years-old memories of a teasing teenage Diane. 
There were the vivid memories of Diane's adultery to excite him as his old 
remembrance had done for years.

He masturbated feverishly, his tongue between his teeth and his eyes 
half-closed as he remembered that night with breath-taking total recall
. . . the smell of her soft naked body . . . the delicate taste of her 
pussy as he tongued her until she creamed into his lips . . . the tight 
cuntal grip of her married pussy as he fucked her . . . Mmmm, what 
memories! What a night!

I'll have to call her soon and get her over here again, he drooled 
excitedly. She'll do it, I know she will . . . she'll have to if she wants 
that jerk husband to keep his job! She'll come crawling back to me again 
like before . . . she'll beg and plead but it'll be the same . . . I'll eat
her sweet pussy and fuck her until she can't walk! I've got a lot of years 
to make up for!

At first, his unconscious refused to admit the irritating intrusion, but 
after the third grating sound, there was no choice . . . Goddamn it, that 
kid's an hour early! he grunted as. he stuffed his lust-sore prick back 
into his shorts. I'll set his ass straight, all right . . . what a hell of 
a time to bother me!

He was still in his undershorts when Red arrogantly threw the door open. 
His eyes widened with a strange mixture of incomprehension and surprise.

"What the . . .! 

* * *



It was like that drawn-out moment before a head-on collision, that 
instant that one relives forever, if he's lucky enough to survive. Time 
seems to stand still, instants become an eternity, and you stand helpless 
in the face of oncoming disaster and pain . . . but it was no automobile 
that slammed into his face. It was the revenge hardened fist of Don 
Willard.

Red would later remember just the horrifying look of vengeance in the 
younger man's dark eyes, for he never even saw the punch that
slammed into his chin from beneath. It was a splendid uppercut, a 
roundhouse punch that had a hundred and seventy pounds of wrathful husband 
behind it. And every single pound bounced off Red's chin in a 
bone-shattering explosion of working man's knuckles against his boss' jaw.

He was standing over him when he came around enough to see.

"You son of a bitch . . . I'll fix your ass!" Red screamed in pain. Only 
it sounded more like "Yousnfbic!" as his jaw and chin were swollen to the 
size of a half-grapefruit.

Don looked down at the disgusting sight of the broken man lying there in 
his undershorts. His cock was half out of his drawers, like an invalid in 
some rest home, unable to attend to his own hygiene.

"You won't do a goddamn thing, Red. You won't even talk about this 
because you wouldn't want anyone to know I decked your candy-ass with one 
punch. But just in case you get any stupid notions . . ." Don knelt down, 
his face close to Red's. ". . . I know the whole story of what happened to 
Diane, everything. And I wouldn't hesitate to go straight to the top . . . 
the president of the company if I had to. And Diane would be right beside 
me. Just think about it, Red, and thank God I didn't kill you instead."

Don cleared his throat hugely and spit on the cowering man's cheek before
he stood up. He walked away without looking back, though he could hear 
Collins' muffled obscenities at his tail as he walked to the car.

He breathed the air a new man, full of excitement and vitality and 
charged with the thrill of a new job . . . and a new life with Diane! 

CHAPTER TEN



She sat close to him as he drove, like they used to do when she was a 
teenager and he was the handsome new man in town. He felt powerful and 
strong beside her and she snuggled under his right arm and nuzzled his 
shoulder as his hand listlessly toyed with her breast.

"We haven't done this in years, Don," she said softly as they motored 
along in the late evening twilight. The lights of the city were ahead, an 
inviting glow on the tree-shrouded horizon, and the highway signs indicated
that there were only ten miles to go.

"I know . . . I feel like a teenager again."

"You're sure we did the right thing . . . I mean, just packing and 
leaving like that. Won't the company be angry?"

"No . . . I left word I was going to look for work. And I'm sure Red'll 
cover for me."

"Red? Are you nuts, honey? After what . . ."

He pressed a finger to her soft lips. "Shhh just trust me, honey. 
Everything's under control. Just a few more miles and we'll be at Jerry's 
house."

"I'm still not sure we ought to impose like this. I mean, we haven't seen
Jerry and Irene in years!"

"We're not imposing . . . it was his idea. He told me on the phone to be 
sure to stay with them. No motels, he said . . . so I'm just following his 
orders. He's gonna' take me to meet his boss Monday and if all goes well, 
we'll just have to drive back to pack up our furniture and the rest of our 
stuff."

"Okay, honey," Diane sighed. "Whatever you say . . . but I hope Jerry and
Irene haven't changed too much. They were getting a little strange the last
time we saw them. You know, hanging out with that college crowd and all."

"Oh, you worry too much, honey. You pregnant women are all alike . . . 
worry. worry, worry!"

* * *



"Goddamn it, Irene, can't you get some fucking clothes on! They'll be 
here any minute! What're you going to do, answer the door in your birthday 
suit?" Jerry Darby was combing his neatly styled long hair over his ears, 
adjusting the collar of his expensive shirt as he peered at himself in the 
hail mirror. Irene, a tall slinky redhead with hair that trailed over her 
large high breasts, was in the living room with the others . . . two 
couples, one of them completely nude and the other well on the way.

"Don't yell at me, lover . . . I wasn't the one who invited those 
hillbillies to stay with us. What you were thinking of, Jerry, I'll never 
know . . . they'll take one look at this scene and run straight back to 
Evansboro . . . or maybe to a church to get the sin off their hands."

"I think you're wrong this time, Irene," Jerry smiled. "I remember that 
little Diane from the first days in Evansboro. I can still recall the way
she went after Don . . . and man, what a body she's got!"

Irene jokingly puffed up her chest. "And what's wrong with mine?"

"Nothing, baby, nothing at all, but remember, variety's the spice of 
life!"

Irene closed her eyes and moaned seductively. "You're telling me . . . 
Mmmm, Doug's in there with that skinny wife of his and he can't keep his 
hands off me. But you had to go and invite a couple of yokels to dull the 
fun!"

"But I told you . . . Don knows what to expect, I filled him in on the 
phone and he sounded ready enough to me."

"Don, maybe . . . he always was a swinger at heart. But what about Miss 
Southern Belle of seventy-four . . . do you really think she's going to 
waltz in here and buy this whole swap scene like there was nothing to it? 
I'll bet you a week's paycheck that she's never been laid except by Don, 
how about it?"

Jerry grinned impishly.

"You bastard! You didn't! She was engaged to Don the whole time you knew 
her in Evansboro!" Irene protested, her hands on her girlish hips and her 
freckled nose quivering.

"No, I didn't . . . but that doesn't mean I didn't want to. Anyway, we 
can stop arguing about how it's going to go. I think I just heard another 
car outside . . . now, will you get some clothes on so you don't scare them
off?"

"No . . . if they're ready for this, then they won't mind. I'll be in the
living room with the others!" she pouted, then hurried off before her 
husband could grab her and make her get dressed. Her breasts jiggled as she
ran to the living room and closed the door behind her and her heart-shaped 
behind seemed to be taunting him as it disappeared behind the closed door.

He opened the front door before they rang the bell. "Don, how the hell 
are you?" he gushed to his ex-roommate. "And, Diane . . . looking even 
better than ever! Man, you're a lucky son of a gun!" 

"Thanks . . . and where's that beautiful redhead you lucked into?" Don 
inquired, glancing around a bit nervously. Jerry motioned with his eyes to 
the closed living room door, where the sound of muffled music sifted from, 
punctuated with an occasional giggle or laugh.

"I hope this isn't an imposition," Diane smiled sweetly. "I mean, it was 
such short notice and all. You and Irene didn't have any other plans, did 
you?"



Jerry grinned broadly at his old friend. "You didn't tell her, did you? 
You old chicken-shit! I knew you wouldn't!"

Diane looked at her husband, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Tell me 
what, honey? What didn't you tell me?" She tried to smile and act 
nonchalant, but she had a growing sensation that she was being left out in 
the cold.

"Go on . . . tell her, Don!" Jerry teased.

"I was going to . . . but the time just wasn't right. And it's still not 
too late to go to a motel, if you'd rather."

"A motel? But why, aren't we invited to stay here?" Diane asked, puzzled.

"Sure, we're welcome . . . It was Jerry's idea to spend the weekend here,
not mine. But you see . . ."

"Go on, chicken . . . tell her about the party!"

"Yes, Don, tell me . . . I'm getting kinda' tired of not knowing what's 
going on," Diane said irritably.

"Well, Jerry and Irene are having a party, sort of . . . but you don't 
have to stay if you don't want to." Don was clearly uncomfortable and 
searching for an easy way out of this spot his bravado had lured him into .
. . . He should never have agreed when he talked to Jerry on the phone. 
Diane was a small-town girl and always would be. This was no scene for her!

"Maybe I'd better tell her, Don, or we'll be out here in the hall all 
night." He grabbed the pretty blonde's shoulders and moved so close to her 
that he could feel the warmth of her curvaceous chest close to his. "Irene 
and I have some friends coming over . . . a few are here already. It's our 
week for the party, or our weekend, I should say, because some of the gang 
will be staying over."

Diane was beginning to get the message. "Just what kind of party is it, 
Jerry?"

"A swap-party, honey . . . an honest-to-God swappers party. And Irene's 
in there right now with the hots for some kid from the school who looks 
like he might have modeled for Michelangelo."

Diane took a second to get her breath. She swallowed hard and managed a 
thin wavering smile. "Okay . . . it's all right with me. It might be fun."

Now it was Don's turn for the double-take. "Diane! Are you sure? I mean, 
don't feel like you have to go along with this. I was planning to tell you 
so you could think about it, but . . ."

"But you didn't," she smiled sarcastically.

"Well what're we waiting for . . . let's go join the party!" Jerry 
exclaimed anxiously, his eyes already coursing hotly over the tempting 
curves of the young blonde.

Diane bravely held her chin up and followed Jerry through the door into 
the dimly lit living room. It was nicely furnished in Scandinavian dcor 
and there were candles burning in metal holders over the fireplace; 
stirring rock music pulsed from four quadraphonic speakers and the room 
seemed to throb with the deep bass rhythm. But nothing could have 
adequately prepared Diane Willard for the first glimpse of the lovemaking 
that was already underway there were five naked people in the room and they
seemed to be randomly caressing and groping each other as they all sat 
cramped on the huge Chesterfied-style sofa.

"Hi, Diane . . . welcome to sin-city!" Irene giggled,. holding a 
smoldering hand-rolled cigarette in her fingers. It didn't take much guess.
ing to know what she was smoking.

Diane gulped and nodded hello as Irene ran through the introductions as 
casually as if they were all fully clothed and watching television instead 
of feeling each other in naked arousal!

There was Neal, a college instructor, and his busty, slightly chubby 
blonde wife, Marsha. Jerry and Irene, of course, she already knew, though 
she had never seen quite this much of them . . . even Jerry was starting to
take his clothes off as Diane gaped incredulously. But the one who caught 
her eyes was Doug . . . he was built like an Adonis and his slim muscled 
body seemed to ripple sensuously even when he was standing still. He made 
his acquaintances and she was certain that he looked at her an awfully long
time, then retired to the far corner of the huge living room with Neal's 
wife Marsha!

Diane watched in bug-eyed amazement. It was all so casual, so 
matter-of-fact! lie just walked over to her and she got up and walked away 
with him, her arm already around his trim athletic hips.

"Never seen anything quite like it, huh, Diane?" Jerry whispered in her 
ear. "Well, we all had to start somewhere. This is only Marsha's second 
time . . . she's a newcomer like you and Don."

Diane was strangely indignant, for some reason she couldn't quite put her
finger on. "And what makes you think we're new at this? Just because we 
come from a small town doesn't mean we're a couple of rednecks, Jerry."

Jerry smiled indulgently. "Then you do swing?"

"Swing? Oh . . . yes, sure. Life's not that dull in Evansboro," she 
replied defensively. Don was across the room already, talking to a very 
naked -and very obvious- Irene. She looked up at him with bedroom eyes as 
they talked and made no effort to hide her sensuous nakedness. And Diane 
quickly noted that Don seemed to be enjoying it as well . . . while she 
watched, she saw him touch her, just a light brushing caress, on her bare 
hip and Irene looked down at his hand and said something that made them 
both laugh. Wow, he's not wasting any time! Diane thought. Well, he's not 
the only one who knows how to play this game!

"There . . . that's what it's all about," Jerry whispered close to her 
ear, his chest brushing her shoulders. He was still wearing his pants but 
they were unzipped and Diane suspected that he would be as naked as the 
rest of them in a few seconds. She followed his line of vision . . . and 
gasped in spite of herself!

"What's wrong? Don't you swingers down in Evansboro go in for the more 
exotic stuff?" he teased. 

Diane couldn't take her eyes away from the naked couple on the thick 
carpet against the far wall. The light was dim from the flickering candles,
but their images were clear enough . . . he was on his back on the floor 
and she was lying over him. And they were eating each other in an open, 
unashamed act of sensuous "69"!

"How about it . . . are you going to join in or just be a spectator?" 
Jerry asked hopefully, his eyes on the ripe full bulge of her breasts under
her pullover blouse.

Diane looked over to her husband for some unspoken encouragement or a 
disproving nod, but she was in for still another surprise
Irene had his shirt off already and was running her fingers hotly over his 
muscled chest. Diane watched as her husband laughed at some shared secret 
joke and then, though she wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it 
with her own eyes, he started to caress the redhead's bare breasts!

So that's the way it is, huh? Well, two can play at this!

"Sure, Jerry . . . I'm ready," she said bravely, though her chin was 
trembling.

"Great . . . let me help you," Jerry offered anxiously, already lifting 
the hem of her pullover blouse. He pulled it up and off, along her arms, 
leaving just her brassiere before her beautiful firm breasts would be naked
and ready for his touch. In a flash, that was gone as well, unhooked and 
dropped to the floor.

Diane shuddered from the chill, but not from the surge of shame that she 
had expected. It was true, all she had thought of and dreamed of these last
troubled days . . . she was a changed woman, a real swinger now! She wasn't
ashamed or embarrassed . . . why should she be? She had the best body in 
the room . . . it wasn't something to hide, it was something to show off!

"Hey, honey . . . you're all right! You're even better than I'd hoped!" 
Jerry sighed disbelievingly. His hands cupped her breasts and fondled the 
crinkly hardening flesh of her nipples with his fingertips. Diane saw 
Marsha's husband, Neal, move toward his wife and Doug and she watched, 
expectantly, wondering what was happening. But to her ever-lasting 
amazement, he merely kneeled beside the lovemakers and began to kiss his 
wife along her bare back as she sucked the other man's cock!

She saw Irene finish undressing Don, and she looked on in mesmerized 
arousal as the naked redhead dropped to her knees and began to suck him . .
. her cheeks hollowing and her throat gurgling with her feverish passion!

Diane felt the glowing warmth of her sexuality between her legs and the 
spreading wetness of her own crotch as Jerry fondled her naked breasts. 
Suddenly . . . like something had triggered spontaneously in her 
unconscious, she began to squirm and groan with anxious desire . . . she 
knew what would happen next, and she wanted it. She wanted it badly!

It seemed like another woman who was wriggling out of her skirt and 
pulling down her pantyhose. Could it be her . . . was she really stripping 
down to nothing with this man?

But she knew all the answers now . . . there could be no deception, no 
excuses, for what was going to happen. Her husband's job wasn't at stake, 
she wasn't being forced into it this time . . . she wanted to do it! She 
wanted her husband's old friend to kiss her and fuck her while his wife 
sucked Don's cock! God help her, she wanted it this way!

"Get down on the floor there!" Jerry breathed anxiously as he pulled off 
his pants. "Get on your knees and you can watch Irene and Don!" Diane's 
eyebrows rose with wonder as he seemed to read her mind and she did as she 
was told, kneeling on the thick shag pile that reminded her of Red's house.

Jerry moved up between her bare slender legs and spread her warm clenched
buttocks cheeks with his fingers. Diane moaned a throaty surrender to her 
naked passion as his fingers moved searchingly over the sensitive, pouting 
lips of her pussy . . . they already pulsed and quivered with ravenous 
desire and, at his touch she nearly wet herself!

"0000HHH, YESS . . . PUT IT IN ME, JERRY!" she breathed huskily . . . 
still watching Irene and her husband through the watery blurred vision of 
her lust-clenched eyes.

Jerry looked down excitedly at the dewlike beads of warm moistness that 
lined the pink slit of her cunt. Suddenly he gripped his thick, 
passion-distended erection and pulled the fleshy foreskin back with his 
fingers. The knoblike head popped clear of its sheath of rubbery skin, 
already, dripping with semen as it moved close to her hot liquid love 
channel. He maneuvered the mushroom-capped head up between her naked 
buttocks and Diane heard him chuckle as she squirmed back in a maddening 
attempt to clench his hardness with her nether cheeks and
pull him into the hot grip of her tightly grasping cunt!

Jerry moved into her gently at first, letting the bulbous head of his 
prick slip through the tickling fleece of her pubic hair and into the 
flowering grip of her cunt! He could feel her incredible labial heat 
envelop his prick and draw him deeper into her pussy, like a warm velvet 
fist was pulling at him.

She whimpered animalishly as his cock slithered into her hair-rimmed slit
and she wriggled back against him in a desperate effort to force every inch
of his lust-quenching erection into her belly. She wanted it there . . . 
she wanted all of it, and she wanted Don to see!

Her naked labial lips, hungrily nibbled at his long hard cock as he 
rocked it lewdly in and out, dripping warm cuntal juices as it slithered in
and out in taunting rhythmic strokes that drove her insane with desire . . 
. with screaming, writhing adulterous passion!

"P-please, now . . . nowww!"

He gripped the soft resilient flesh of her buttocks, his fingers so 
powerfully squeezing her that her delicate nether checks were welted with 
the marks of his anxious desire. Then, with a grunting shove, he pushed all
of his desire-stiffened erection between the warmly clasping lips of her 
moist pussy.

She cried out with a heady blend of passion and shame, her naked buttocks
working back against him as she came alive with savage desires. Her hips 
ground lasciviously around his impaling hardness and she gasped mournfully 
with a soul-stirring cry of fervent arousal as he began to fuck her with 
deep, punishing. strokes that swung his heavy, sperm-bloated balls into the
cleft between her legs, their fleshiness grinding against the, tumescent 
pearl of her clitoris. She shuddered and shook with rippling waves of 
adulterous passion that were visible as they surged along her bare back 
over the ridges of her spine.

In the flickering candle light, her body seemed to dance with colors 
almost prismatic as. the light reflected in the sheen of perspiration that 
covered her young nakedness.

"Yes . . . yes! " she blurted. "Fuck me, Jerry fuck me hard!" Her eyes 
were open enough to see the nude form of Jerry's wife on her knees at Don's
feet. He had his hands on his hips, his head back and was pushing deeply 
into her mouth, face-fucking her with long delicious strokes that went 
right down her throat!

Don turned enough to see her and Diane could see his eyes widen in 
disbelief . . . . I'll show him now! He's looking! I'll show him!

"Harder, Jerry . . . fuck me with your big beautiful cock! Oh, yes, I 
love it . . . I love it!" she nakedly screamed, grinding her buttocks back 
onto his cock with near-frenzied lust.

Jerry's hands were on the outsides of her nether cheeks and he spread 
them apart like halves of a hot buttered roll. He could see the winking 
little hole of her anus, clenching and unclenching as she squirmed back 
onto his cock and an idea of such wanton immensity flashed in his brain 
that he almost shouted out loud. Of course! She wouldn't dare refuse me, 
not now! She's trying to out-do her husband, trying to show him she's a 
real swinger! It's perfect . . . man, what a fuck this is going to be!

Diane blushed at the lewd noise of his cock as it slipped from the tight 
wet grip of her cunt. She groaned and opened her lips to speak, but it was 
all so quick that she never knew what was happening . . . until it was too 
late! 

With superhuman exertion, Jerry held her asscheeks in position and pulled
her back over his cock like she was nothing more than a huge condom. His 
cock rubbed salaciously over the quivering nether ring of her anus and 
Diane gasped as she felt the lust-hardened prodding of his prick as it 
pushed into the naked, vulnerable nether grip of her rectum! If he had 
taken his time, or even given a hint of what he was going to do, she might 
have stopped him, but he surged into her rectal tightness like a 
pile-driver!

She gritted her teeth and tears trickled cooly down her flushed cheeks as
she stifled the scream that she, wanted to let explode from her lungs so 
badly . . . No, I won't! Don'll laugh at me, they'll all laugh at me! I 
won't scream! I won't!

Through the stinging fog of tears, she was only vaguely aware of the 
others moving closer for a better look, forsaking their own sensual 
pleasures for the vicarious thrill of watching Jerry with this beautiful 
new blonde . . . watching him sadistically sodomize her while Irene gave 
her husband the blow-job of his life!

They all watched as the blue-veined stiffness of Jerry's long hard cock 
worked between her buttocks cheeks in a deep-thrusting tempo that, brought 
incoherent gurgling noises from the hapless blonde's trembling lips. Jerry 
slaved over her nakedly grinding ass with feverish ecstasy, groaning from 
the exquisite pressure of her rubbery nether grip as her rectum clenched 
tightly around his prick.

His hips moved in a rhythmic movement, each backstroke of his pelvis, 
drawing his cock from the fleshy pink grip of her rectum as Doug and 
Marsha, and Neal leaned close for a wide-eyed look. The moist softness of 
her rectal flesh was pulled, still clinging, from inside her, only to be 
roughly crammed in again with his next skewering lunge.

She choked and gasped for breath, as if his huge cudgel-like cock had 
filled her completely in its unnatural invasion, but everyone -even Don 
from nearby as he watched disbelievingly -could see her growing shameless 
arousal as she began to hump back onto his sodomizing cock, working her ass
in tiny concentric circles of rising passion around the thick, blood-heated
pole of his prick!

"Mmmmm, Jerry . . . It's so big there in my ass! It's so big . . ." She 
was babbling mindlessly now, her eyes clenched shut as if nothing else in 
the whole universe mattered except the delicious ass-fucking that her 
husband's friend was giving her!

Naked squeals of carnal ecstasy rippled from her throat and her skin 
tingled with goose-bumps as he fucked her again and again . . . long deep 
strokes that seared heatedly right up into her belly!

Her ass was moving in a sensuous grinding dance around the thick, 
lust-engorged length of his hung-like cock; her buttocks cheeks clenched 
and unclenched with naked ferocity as they milked wantonly at the lust-pole
of his virile manhood. She was squeezing him incredibly and he groaned with
every sinewy clenching of her ass around his aching prick.


 * * *



Don could see it all, like a super-dirty, X-rated movie. Only this 
fantastic, sexed-up girl was no actress working for money . . . this was 
his wife, Diane! He found himself gripping Irene's head like a melon and 
pulling her face hard against his loins as she sucked his cock deliciously.
He shook his head slowly as he watched his wife's wanton performance. Half 
of him screamed for some kind of moral sanity . . . demanded that he stop 
this and run to take Diane away from this whole scene before it was too 
late. But the other half, in a louder voice, urged him on . . . and he 
already knew what urge he would obey. He wanted to watch her get fucked out
of her mind . . . and he wanted to cum right down Irene's cock-suckin' 
throat while he watched Jerry screw his wife!

 * * *



"Oh, Jerry,. Jerry . . . fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!" she panted 
mindlessly as the others laughed at her sudden metamorphosis; They had 
known in advance what this brutal sodomization would do to her eventually .
. . that sooner or later the hurtful sadistic thrusts would intrude on her 
unconscious and drive her mad with masochistic hunger! She was wild with a 
burning, screaming cock-hunger now and nothing would quench it but the 
thrill of Jerry's virile erection gushing into the ravenous nether grip of 
her asshole!

Diane heard their voices, heard them laughing at some private humor but 
she never, really suspected that it concerned her. Who cared if they 
laughed . . . she was getting what she wanted -seven inches of rock-hard 
cock up her tail!

But suddenly there was someone's hands, on her, someone besides Jerry . .
 . she opened her eyes to see, but before she could comprehend,
she was lifted bodily by a pair of strong masculine arms . . . and was flat
on her back, her asshole still stuffed with Jerry's upraised cock as he 
lucked her from below! 

"Atta'boy, Jerry . . . you never missed a beat!" a feminine voice 
exclaimed.

"Now, Doug . . . let's see this sandwich routine. I never saw it except 
in a movie!" It was Marsha, Diane guessed, for it was a woman's voice that 
she didn't recognize. She was still confused, her eyes darting from face to
face as the others leered down at her. Their features, in her blind 
sodomistic lust, were distorted and inhuman and she whimpered fearfully as 
Jerry pumped thrust after thrust of naked, glistening cock up her ass.

Suddenly she knew what was in, store for her . . . and she tried to 
scream but the cry stuck in her throat like bad meat. They were going to 
fuck her together . . . Doug and Jerry were going to fuck her at the same 
time, one in her cunt and the other hugely in her rectum!

The handsome Greek-God crawled over her, his legs between hers until he 
pushed her thighs back, pressing her legs down into the crushed softness of
her breasts. He did a kind of powerful push-up over her, the muscles in his
Adonis-like body tautening as his long hard cock slid up along the moist 
slit of her pussy until he felt the soft fleshy lips yield to his 
insistence and he dropped his muscular loins to hers, sinking his cock in a
single, slithering thrust . . . right into her belly!

"Unngghhhh! God, I can feel both of you inside me! Both your beautiful 
hard cocks so hot and thick inside me!" she grunted as the two men 
developed a joint rhythm of pagan lust as they buffeted her cruelly between
them, impaled on their poker-hot cocks!

"Aaawww . . . aaaawww!" she bawled as she ground alternately up and down,
taking everything they could throw to her, every inch of their long, 
deep-thrusting erections. She had her arms around the young man on top of 
her and she began to kiss him mindlessly, her lips wetly caressing his lips
and his cheeks and neck as the flames of her passion consumed her with 
masochistic desire!

Both of them could feel the wildly erotic sensation of sharing her 
love-channels . . . Doug in her flowering vagina as Jerry thrust up from 
below, sodomizing her savagely with long, punishing strokes that seared 
deeply into her insides. They could feel themselves inside her, their twin,
hard cocks separated by just the membrane between her rectum and the 
clasping pink wetness of her pussy. Without intending it, just in response 
to the naked primeval rhythm of their wanton act, the two naked men 
developed a tempo of sandwich-fuck incitement. They pushed her back and 
forth between them, first Doug in a deep cock-thrust of his long youthfully
rigid prick that bored deep in her lust-tautened belly. And then Jerry from
under her, pushing his prick up into the nether grip of her rectum as she 
clenched at it with the fleshy cheeks of her bottom!

She alternated passionately between them, squirming down onto the 
upraised stiffness of Jerry's erection, then salaciously grinding her loins
up at the young naked man's glistening prick as it bored relentlessly into 
her belly like a hot poker!

 He was young and almost too good looking . . . beautiful really, if 
that could be used to describe a young man as virile and unmistakably manly
as he was, and Diane grabbed at his slender young body, pulling him down 
onto her and kissing him arousedly.

Oh, I hope you're watching, Don . . . You've got your blow-job from 
Irene, but look at me, lover! I've got two beautiful cocks in me at once . 
. . two!

Suddenly . . . she was there. It happened as fast as Doug's unexpected 
entry, a swelling crescendo of naked passion that suddenly overpowered her 
and she began to gurgle incoherently. Her body tensed so incredibly that 
Doug and Jerry feared that something was wrong . . . until the mindless, 
window-shaking scream of her orgasm blasted from her naked chest . . . 
"AAAAAGGHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING, GOD, I'M.. . CCCUUUMMIINNNGG! !"

Her breasts danced wantonly under Doug's feverish buffeting thrusts and 
she writhed convulsively in an age-old dance of ecstasy as she shivered and
choked from her breath-taking orgasm. She pounded powerfully on Doug's bare
back, glancing punches that the athletic young Adonis hardly felt and she 
ground her pert asscheeks down onto Jerry's achingly hard erection with 
such wanton vigor that he could hardly manage a breath.

"Unnggh . . ." Jerry grunted into her ear and she felt the throbbing jerk
of his cock. Their cocks, like the two-pronged cocks of an incubus, were so
close inside her that Doug easily felt the other man's throbbing 
ejaculation, like a big fist tightening inside the writhing blonde, and his
own gushing eruption was just seconds behind Jerry's.

Like a twin-headed nozzle, they gushed torrents of viscous, seething 
sperm into her until she sloshed inside with the mingled flood of their 
combined orgasms. 

* * * 





He had held it back as long as he could, and even now his balls ached 
with a ferocious kind of lust-bloated heat, like some sadist was holding. a
blowtorch to his nuts. He grabbed Irene's small head with both his hands . 
. . he had worked forward so far as she sucked him that she was practically
between his-legs now and his thighs closed around her head as he facefucked
her to the trembling brink of his cumgushing climax!

His hands clamped over her ears and he pushed his cock deeply down her 
throat. She swallowed . . . neatly choking . . . and his prick slithered 
wetly down her throat, lubricated with the warm pungence of his seminal 
emissions.

"Suck it, suck it hard . . . I'm gonna' cum!" be choked as he watched his
wife's wanton performance nearing its screaming leg kicking climax.

His cock was buried to the hilt down her gullet and she could scarcely 
breathe as, her nose was pressed into the curly thickness of his pubic 
hair.

Suddenly, with a gasp that hissed between his teeth, Don started to cum .
. . His lust-bloated balls exploded their viscous eruption and it raced 
along the thick, blood-heated pole of his cock. The rushing tide of 
fellatial orgasm paused for a butt-clenching instant at the end of his cock
. . . and then it fired down her throat with a ferocity that choked her as 
she tried to swallow it all down without gagging. 

"Mmmmm, yes, baby . . . yessss! Suck it, honey! Swallow every drop, you 
cock-hungry bitch . . . nowwww!"

And as the gushing thick cream of his orgasm filled her mouth and throat 
until it overflowed and trickled from the corner of her lips, he could see 
Diane's body, her nakedness sandwiched between the two men, still quaking 
and trembling with the after-shocks of her wild sodomistic
revel!



How much later was it? Well, they had no idea whatsoever. It could have 
been hours, days, even weeks . . . but they were all sated, grins of 
absolute satisfaction on their lips as they lay nakedly sprawled around the
room.

Diane had worked her way back to Don . . . first with the two men and 
then with Doug alone, followed by a brief bout of sensual lovemaking with 
Neal that was like dessert after an especially tasty meal.

Where Doug and Jerry were rough and forceful, Neal was gentle and 
caressing. He was like a poet to their virile working man's coarseness
and the perfect cap to an incredible evening that she would long remember.

"Are you mad at me for not telling you?" Don whispered as they sat on the
sofa, leaning precariously onto one another.

Diane opened her mouth to speak, but the words just wouldn't form. She 
smiled and kissed him instead, and Don looked at her small feminine head on
his bare chest . . . Oh, honey, I hope I did right bringing you into this. 
I really hope it wasn't a mistake!

She wriggled as he looked at her and her fingers went down to his sore 
and battered cock, now flaccid and limp. She teased it mercilessly
until it was hard again and then squirmed over onto his lap, placing it 
deftly up between her thighs. One tiny adjustment, one final wiggle, and he
was in her again.

Don smiled thinly and began to fuck her but he couldn't escape the blank 
expression on her face. She was enraptured with the salacious thrill of his
erection up between her cuntal lips and she gurgled with rousing incitement
as he pushed hard into the ravaged depths of her warm and clasping vagina.

Yet there was something peculiar about the way that she looked, a kind of
strange distant expression that masked her pretty face and made a near, 
stranger out of his wife. 

It took him a while before he recognized it, before he realized what it 
was that was making her look this way . . . it was the blank nakedness of a
woman just before her climax, the emptiness of character that cried aloud .
. . I don't care who you are or what are, give me your cock! Give me your 
cock!


CHAPTER ELEVEN



It was Thursday before they finally returned to Evansboro, eager to start
packing for the movers and anxious to arrange the sale of their house.

Don's job-hunting had paid off and he was scheduled to be on the job at 
eight on Monday, at a salary that was fully a third more than be could have
ever made here at the plant.

They drove slowly down the main street, realizing without emotion that it
might be the last time they saw it together, yet they shared the
same feelings . . . Had the streets really grown dirtier and narrower since
they had left? And had the houses suddenly become cramped and dingy . . . 
or had it always been like this?

They knew quickly enough when they saw the familiar small-town faces, the
same ones they had seen for years . . . they were strangers in their own 
town.

* * *





After dinner, as they sat quietly in the cramped kitchen of their small 
home, Diane finally spoke. "Are you going to see any of the guys from work?
Other than Red, I mean."

Don did a double-take, then remembered that, after one drink too many the
night before, he had told his wife the whole story about what he did to Red
Collins before they left town. It wasn't a pretty story now that the heat 
had died to a slow burn, but he wasn't ashamed . . . if he had to do it 
again, he would have done exactly the same thing.

"I was kinda' thinking about dropping in for one last fling at the 
Stop-Over, he admitted.

"And Lucy . . . how about one last fling with her," Diane suggested 
cynically.

Don smiled wickedly. "Maybe . . . but she'd be sloppy seconds after that 
bunch we've been with for the last five days!"

"Go on, enjoy yourself . . . you won't be back this way for a long time. 
You might as well leave Evansboro with a bang. It'll give 'em something to 
talk about."

Don watched her eyes to see if she was kidding, the way that she 
sometimes did when she really wanted just the opposite. But this time the 
look was sincere.

"Okay . . . it sounds good to me. You want'a come along?" he asked, 
getting up from the table and bumping his knee on the edge of the stove.

"No, you have fun . . . I'll turn in early, I suppose. We've got a lot of
packing to do in the morning." She walked him to the door and stood outside
until he was around the corner in their car.

She walked quickly to the phone, the glowing heat that was so familiar 
now already burning hotly between her legs so that it made even walking 
uncomfortable. This was the first night since the weekend that she hadn't 
had her choice of men . . . Jerry's and Irene's party had spilled over into
a week-long orgy with couples coming and going, some of them coming back 
three nights in a row. But tonight there was no one, not even Don, and she 
wasn't keen on spending a half-hour with her fingers between her legs 
trying to find some semblance of satisfaction alone.

It rang only once before the familiar coarse voice answered gruffly. She 
swallowed hard and fought back the bile of nausea that sickened her like 
poisoned food; the memories rushed back in a flood of anguish and shame, 
but the burning heat of her loins, the knotted tightness of her belly, were
more important to the young married woman now.

"H-hello . . . Red, this is Diane . . ."


THE END
