The Helpless Librarian
by Rod Strong
(FPS-134)


FOREWORD 

Clark Kent proved many years ago that people are not what they always appear 
to be. Though a person need not be one of spectacular strength or wisdom, 
one can still be internally different than one might appear on the surface. 

Take Susan Kane, the heroine of our story. Outwardly she is a quiet, simple, 
somewhat religious librarian. Inwardly, she is an incurable romantic. Having 
read all the classics, and loads of love stories, Susan sincerely believes 
that true love ends with the caress of a woman's breasts. Sex is something 
for brutes and women of ill-repute, something decent women have to put up 
with in order to help reproduce. 

Mentally, Susan is very strong, and as a result is able to withstand all the 
terrible things that start happening to her. Little by little she 
restructures her beliefs, and in so doing, eventually turns from victim to 
aggressor, and thereby hangs our tale, for the mild, meek-mannered lady 
librarian becomes a tigress whose sexual appetites constantly increase 
rather than diminish with each satisfaction. 

At first she feels she is a victim of herself, but after awhile, realizing 
there is no way she can change what is taking place inside her, she not only 
accepts what she feels, but attacks with a vengeance, until she finally 
finds the one man able to totally satisfy her, a man she would never have 
been able to love had she not gone through her physical trials and 
tribulations. 

* * * 

 CHAPTER ONE 

One thing had to be said for Susan Kane, the head librarian at the local 
library in Ariana, the small village on Long Island. She was consistent. She 
awoke the same time every morning, wore the same style dress that covered 
her from neck to mid-calf with a white collar and cuffs, and in spite of her 
natural golden-red hair, wore any of three different wigs, all of them as 
red as her own hair. Not that Susan didn't get her hair done. She did, every 
Saturday morning, and when she removed her wig every night, her short-cut 
red hair was still perfectly in place. 

like all redheads, Susan had white skin that freckled in the summer, but 
un-like most redheads she had brown eyes and not blue or gray eyes. She wore 
a foundation girdle under her dress not because she needed anything to pull 
her waist in, but rather because she was on her feet all day long, and 
wanted to give her spine as much support as possible. It was the kind of 
girdle with stocking snaps on the bottom because Susan was unable to see 
throwing away good money on a garter belt when the girdle was capable of 
doing an equally good job. She preferred stockings to pantyhose and wore her 
panties outside her girdle so she wouldn't have to remove the foundation 
garment when "powdering her nose." 

If one were to see Susan Kane at night, one would realize she was a 
stunningly beautiful woman. Her eyes were large, her nose was upcurved, and 
she had full, sensuous lips. But other than her mirror, no one saw Susan 
Kane at night. 

Granted she was unable to hide the fullness of her swollen, firm breasts, 
nor was she able to hide the narrowness of her waist. In spite of the length 
of her dresses, it was obvious she had full-blown, well-shaped calves and 
very trim ankles. Her size five feet fitted into narrow stylish shoes that 
were medium-heeled so she would sensibly be able to stand on her feet at 
work. Each pair of shoes always matched the color of the dress she was 
wearing. 

Susan attended church every Sunday morning, devoutly believing her soul was 
cleansed because she had "spoken to God" at that time. The reverend was 
always pleased to see her there and favored her with a wide smile which she 
took as another sign from God that she was doing the right thing. She knew 
none of the male congregation looked on her with covetous eyes, and she was 
pleased. At the age of thirty-three, she was still a virgin, and would 
probably remain as such unless she found a man she considered worthy of her. 
Worthy meant he had to be a churchgoer, but he had to have eyes only for 
her, plain as she appeared. 

She wore dark-rimmed glasses, and the wig she had on when working was always 
pulled back into a severe bun. She never wore makeup, and though her lips 
had a natural pinkness to them, they never glistened because she refused to 
wet them. 

As a librarian, Susan did a lot of reading. She loved the old classics, the 
romance novels, even the gothic novels and the Harlequin books that came out 
every month. She was a speed reader and was able to go through one of the 
paperbacks in twenty minutes, absorbing the full contents of the book, 
inwardly sighing, still waiting for Mr. Right to come along. All the 
heroines in these novels seemed to always fall for Mr. Wrong before finally 
happily ending with Mr. Right. Well Susan had no intention of falling for 
Mr. Wrong. She intended saving her virginity for one man, and one man only. 
After all, the removal of her hymen was going to hurt, and if she had to 
surrender her body to a man, it might just as well be the right man. He had 
to be a romantic man who was willing to love her for herself, who went to 
church regularly, and who accepted that the only reason for his touching her 
body would be for children. In fact, Susan only wanted one child. Then her 
husband, whoever he was, would have to be content with pure thoughts. 

Many men fitted the description of Mr. Right in Susan's mind, but most of 
them were either already married or weren't interested in her. Susan had her 
pride and had no intention of chasing after any man. 

The one man she -liked a lot was Professor Corey who came into the library 
at least two days a week. He was tall, handsome, vibrant, the kind of man 
one read about in love stories, and he radiated desire. The trouble was, 
even though he was single, he wasn't religious. Susan was certain she would 
never be able to live her life with a non-religious man. So much as she 
-liked Edwin Corey, she never responded with more than a nod when he wished 
her a good day. 

For his part, Professor Edwin Corey, being a very astute individual, 
recognized the true beauty that lay under the plain drab look Susan used. 
However, as a bachelor, he had lots of latitude with women. They were always 
inviting him to their homes with the intent of either marrying him 
themselves, or trying to set him up with a sister or girl friend. Corey 
always went along to a point, because he had an easy, seductive manner about 
him, and he believed all women, pretty or ugly, deserved to be fucked. As a 
result he was able to seduce more than his share of them, after which he was 
able to convince them what a horrible husband he would make. 

Where Susan Kane was concerned, he was certain he would enjoy bedding her, 
should he ever get the opportunity, but he doubted such an opportunity would 
ever come along. Being realistic, he accepted the situation, but he was 
always charming. After all, one never knew when an opportunity might arise. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Edwin Corey wasn't the only man in the community who realized that Susan 
Kane's face and figure were not as drab as she attempted to make them 
appear. Isidore Wessellmann, whose father had been a Nazi in Germany, and 
whose mother had spirited him to the United States while he was only a boy, 
also had his eye on Susan. 

Izzie, as he was called by those who knew him, ran the local motel. He was 
short, about five-feet-seven-inches in height, with curling black hair, 
beady, close-set brown eyes, a needle-thin nose, and a short slash for a 
mouth which was topped by a skinny, raggedy mustache. He had been brought to 
the U.S. by his mother because of his brown eyes. He didn't fit the Aryan 
look Hitler wanted, and the mother was afraid he might be mistaken for a 
Gypsy. 

Nevertheless, he had a lot of his father in him, and when he learned he was 
descended from a member of the Third Reich, he strutted proudly, looking 
down on everyone and anyone who wasn't a Nazi, which was to say, just about 
everyone in America. Because his mother was a maid in the local motel, he 
was given a job as a desk clerk, and from that worked his way up to manager. 

Izzie was a lustful man, and he used his position as manager of the motel to 
take advantage of as many women as possible. What he wanted, however, was 
what he was unable to have. He wanted Susan Kane. She, on the other hand, 
wanted nothing to do with him. 

Being a resourceful man, Izzie went about learning as much as possible about 
the local librarian, and discovered religion was her weakness. He would use 
it to gain his ends. 

Izzie went to church the following Sunday, and the Sunday after that, and 
even the Sunday after that. He made certain to sit in Susan's line of sight 
without actually approaching her or trying to make conversation. He knew her 
eyes missed nothing. Behind the glasses she wore were a pair of eyes that 
took in everything at all times. 

Susan noted the rat-faced man the very first week he attended church. The 
first time she thought it was because of some special event possibly taking 
place in his family. The second time she was actually astonished, and the 
third time she even saw him conversing with the reverend, after church. She 
walked by and listened to him discuss the reverend's sermon with him. 

The redheaded woman was probably the most gullible of all women. Gullibility 
was her one weakness. She began to think the skinny little motel manager 
might not be too bad, after all. True he was short, but so what. He was also 
skinny, but that was better than fat. 

As Izzie had mentally predicted, Susan made the first move. It was the 
fourth week in a row that he attended church, and she somehow contrived to 
leave the church the same time as he. As they walked through the doorway, 
she dropped her hymn book. Smiling, Izzie stooped and instantly retrieved 
it. 

"Thank you," she said, her voice sounding soft. 

"You are most welcome," he replied. "Permit me to introduce myself, dear 
lady. I am Isidore Wessellmann. I run the motel at the end of town." 

"How do you do," Susan nodded. "I am Susan Kane, and I work at the library." 

"Wasn't the reverend's sermon inspiring today?" Izzie asked. 

"He's always inspiring," Susan replied. 

"May I walk you home?" he asked. 

"Why thank you," she nodded. 

By the time he had walked her to the small house with the picket fence where 
she had lived all her life, he had managed to get her to agree to a date the 
following Saturday. Now he was determined to have his way with her, forging 
ahead swiftly. 

Although this wasn't her first date, it was the first time in a long time 
that Susan consented to go out with a man. She was worried the townspeople 
might see her and talk, but Izzie took her to a movie in the next village, 
and afterward, he took her to an out-of-the-way restaurant for dinner. 

When dinner was finished, he said, "Would you do me the honor of coming with 
me to my residence and having tea there instead of having it here?" 

His little piggy eyes suddenly opened very wide and looked very innocent, 
and Susan was immediately taken in by him. 

'Thank you very much," she said. "Are you sure it wouldn't be too much 
trouble." 

"No trouble at all," he assured her. 

He brought her directly to the motel. As the manager, he had the only suite 
of rooms available and she was amazed to see how nicely he had furnished it. 
What she didn't see were the half-dozen men he had hidden in the room next 
door. It wouldn't be enough for him to ravish her, himself. He had to 
totally subjugate her by making her surrender her body to all the others. 

In the lobby there were always two carafes hot and ready, one with coffee, 
the other with hot water for tea. After he had led Susan to his sitting 
room, he had gone and poured two cups of tea, and he had poured a drug into 
hers. It was the kind of narcotic that would render her totally helpless, 
and yet she would be conscious, knowing just what was happening to her. 

She was wearing a gray dress, though this time she had taken off the 
foundation garment before going out. As a result she'd had to wear a garter 
belt. 

When Izzie brought the tea, she sat in one chair in the middle of the room, 
near a small table, and he sat across the room from her. He smiled in 
anticipation as she lifted the tea to her lips and drank it. He held his 
breath, wondering if she would notice the slightly bitter taste of the drug 
he had added, but she didn't. 

They talked, and all the while they sipped. Then she put the cup and saucer 
down on the table next to her, saying, "I feel a little dizzy. Please, I 
don't think I'll be able to make it to the car. Do you have a sofa where I 
might rest for awhile?" 

"Please," he insisted, "you must use my bed." 

He helped her to her feet, and though she didn't want to go into his 
bedroom, she was too weak to resist when he led her there. She lay down on 
top of the covers and he brought a chair next to the bed and sat on it. Her 
dress had ridden up over her thighs as she lay down, and he removed her 
shoes as he saw the tops of her stockings and the white flesh now visible. 
He also saw the crotch of her panties, and though there was some sparse red 
hair on her pubic mount, the thin slit between her puffy labia was also 
plainly visible. 

"Going to wrinkle my dress," she murmured, her mind drifting into a state of 
euphoria. 

Smiling, Izzie turned her unresisting body on its side, undid the back of 
her dress, and slipped it off her shoulders. Then he tugged it down off her 
hips, and tossed it onto the nearby chair. 

His bulging eyes followed the shapely contours of her rounded hips up over 
the rising and falling rib cage. She wore a full brassiere, and though it 
covered her upper abdomen, it also pushed her breasts higher, making them 
look larger than they were, like full, round spheres above the cups of the 
harness restraining them. Even though the brassiere was opaque, the material 
was thin enough for him to see her nipples pressing through. 

Izzie's mouth was watering. He was hardly able to restrain himself, aching 
to get his hands and mouth on her breasts, wanting to bite, suck, twist, and 
turn the turgid nipples, making them rock-solid with passion. He knew she 
would object to what he wanted to do, but he also knew she would be unable 
to resist, and soon he would build the heat in her to enough of a height to 
make her willingly want what he wanted. 

He knew she was a virgin. He had never had a virgin before, and he only 
hoped she wasn't as passionless as she always outwardly appeared to be. 
Well, he would find out soon enough. 

Susan's head was swimming, but she was able to clearly see what this man was 
doing. She ought to have been terrified, but there was this sense of calm 
invading her that prevented her from getting excited. God help her! He was 
undressing her, and she didn't have the strength or the will to resist. She 
ought to have at least been ashamed of what was happening, but the relaxed 
senses within her would not even allow her the decency to blush. 

Izzie smiled again. This potion his mother had given him never failed. For 
even though his father had been a Nazi, his mother had indeed been a Gypsy. 
She had shown him how to concoct it, and he had used it more than once on 
different women he had brought to the motel. It always worked, and though 
they remembered what had taken place, not one of them had had the courage to 
report him to the police. After all, there were no marks of violence on any 
of their bodies. If they reported him, he always had witnesses who swore the 
women willingly accompanied him to his suite at the motel. 

He would show this proud, redheaded bitch of a librarian just how wonderful 
a good cock in her cunt would feel. He was all that was left of the former 
master race, and she had to be made to understand that when he wanted her 
body, she was to give it to him without any qualms. Not that she would be 
willing to go along with him once the drug had worn off, but he had a night 
planned for her any whore would envy, except that she wasn't going to be 
paid for it. 

Her thighs had fallen apart a little more now, and Izzie was able to make 
out the red wisp that covered the mound below her belly, even under the 
white panties she wore. His tongue ran around his lips, staring hungrily at 
her luscious body, knowing he was going to enjoy her. 

The potion he had given her was already at its full effect. She would not be 
crying out. Except for the fact that her eyes were open, he would have 
thought she was asleep. 

Leaning over her, he removed her glasses. He didn't realize it at the time, 
but the hair fluffed around her head was another wig. It was securely pinned 
to her own hair and wouldn't come off. Her breathing was soft, and her 
breasts rose and fell regularly. 

Susan, knowing he was going to take advantage of her, ought to have been 
terrified, but she was tranquil. She had no idea why she wasn't afraid, but 
she did know this was all wrong. 

"Don't worry," Izzie told her, smiling. "You'll be up and ready for church 
tomorrow morning." 

At the mention of church, Susan began writhing a little. The thought of 
going there tomorrow with this stain on her conscience was enough to make 
her inwardly cringe a little in spite of the effects of the drug she had 
swallowed. She ought to loathe this man. With all the women in this village 
who were willing, she had no idea why he had picked on her. 

He moved almost cat-like around the foot of the bed, not once taking his 
gaze from her reclining figure as she sprawled there, limply. Somehow she 
had managed to draw one knee to the side, wanting to cross it over her other 
knee. Instead it had fallen the other way, and the white, smooth flesh of 
her inner right thigh stood out in the room's bright lights. The soft red 
hairs covering the tantalizingly exposed, though still-tightly closed lips 
of her seething vagina were plainly visible, now to the man's hungrily beady 
eyes as they adjusted themselves to the loveliness before them. 

Izzie began involuntarily sucking in his breath. God! She was far sexier 
than he had imagined, and he had imagined she was sexy. He had fucked 
countless women before this one, many in this euphorically drugged state, in 
this very same bed, but he had to admit he had found himself a prize, this 
time. All the others had been experienced women, some of them married. But 
this one, this one was pure and innocent, with so many weird notions of 
goodness. It was going to be a pleasure to fuck this one. 

The thought of helplessly mewling grunts of pleasure seeping from her 
groaning lips, lips that were so innocent they had never done anything other 
than sing hymns, goaded his throbbing organ into a rock-hardness it had 
never known before. He was aware of the blood throbbing painfully into the 
huge, expanded head of his aching cock. Tiny droplets of viscously thick, 
colorless seminal oil had already started seeping from the sensitive, 
swelling glans. It was smearing wetly into his undershorts. Ah, it was no 
use. He had to relieve the pressure on his cock. He opened his pants and 
withdrew the penis, easing the pressure a little. 

Susan stared at the organ, wanting to be afraid, waiting to feel her heart 
leap with fright, only to discover she was still totally tranquil and 
relaxed. She had seen penises before, when her aunt had changed her cousin's 
diapers, or when a neighbor had taken out a little boy's penis to have him 
urinate in the street. But Susan had never seen anything this huge, before. 
For some reason it never occurred to her that a little boys grew up, their 
penises also grew. The organ at which she was now staring was unbelievable 
in length and breadth. 

Izzie was slowly massaging the heavily thick organ back and forth, squeezing 
it so the jerking head, already a bright-red, was now brilliantly inflamed. 
He advanced around the bed toward the proud young bitch of a woman who now 
lay totally at his mercy, or lack of it. 

The drug had done its work quite well, and he now intended to teach this 
beautiful librarian the joys of fucking him as compared to what she would 
feel when fucking others. Oh yes, he had it all arranged so that she would 
be initiated into sex by himself, and then be handled by quite a few others 
before the evening was over. The rod he now gripped in his hand was the 
great humbler, and she would indeed learn the meaning of the word before 
him, rather than before a nonexistent God. Soon now, he was going to ram his 
cock deep between her wide-open thighs and bury the head far into her virgin 
belly. 

His pants, with the weighty belt buckle, thudded heavily to the floor as he 
unzipped them and completely exposed the fullness of his long, thick member. 
It stood out in proud, menacing erection over the helplessly spread-eagled 
body of Susan, beneath, on the bed. He slowly unbuttoned the soiled shirt he 
was wearing, soiled with his own perspiration, and tossed it somewhere on 
the floor. He left his socks on, though he did take his shoes off. Now he 
was going to fuck her, probably deflower her since he was certain she had 
never been fucked, before. He would pump her until she had drained every 
last drop of residue from his body, and then he would turn her over to the 
others, the ones who paid to get their hands on prime merchandise like this 
for a night. 

He stood for a few moments longer over her totally unmoving body, still 
stroking the full length of his throbbing cock into a rigidity that 
threatened to explode into streaming white-hot spurts at any moment. Had it 
been any other woman he might actually have allowed himself an initial 
orgasm on her body rather than in it. He would have enjoyed seeing her 
expression as he washed his semen all over her flesh, inundating her belly 
and then her full breasts. His mind was already lewdly picturing it 
dribbling down all over her throat, even touching her chin, forming all 
kinds of white, sticky pools between her breasts. 

No! No! That wouldn't be right. He had all those others waiting, and he 
didn't want them to think he might have ejaculated prematurely. Then they 
would make fun of him, and if there was one thing Izzie hated, it was to 
have anyone make fun of him. He wasn't worried about her telling anyone. She 
was the kind of woman who would kill herself before actually admitting she 
went through something like this. 

But there was one thing more he wanted to try, and the idea was so 
tantalizing, he knew he was going to do it. The only risk this time was once 
again, the possibility of a premature ejaculation. Still, he had to see 
those proud, unpainted lips of hers wrapped around his penis, if only for a 
moment. He had thought so much about the various things he wanted to do with 
her, now that he had the opportunity, he wanted to try a little of 
everything. 

Moving to the head of the bed, he pressed his knees into the mattress and 
turned her head very gently toward his penis. When it was several inches 
away, he began pushing his hips slowly forward toward her upturned face, 
pressing the stickily wet underside of the throbbing tip between the small 
cut formed by her closed lips. 

Susan, fully cognizant of what he was doing, thought he was disgusting, and 
yet she was unable to feel the littlest bit of nausea. Her body was in a 
state of complete relaxation. She knew what he was going to do, and aside 
from being powerless to stop it, she was powerless to keep herself from 
feeling secure. It seemed no matter what he did, she felt completely at 
ease. It was ridiculous, but nevertheless true. 

Izzie placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling 
slowly out until the underside of the heavy cockhead dropped slightly 
through her stretched lips and rested against her whitely bared teeth, the 
soft flesh of her pink, puckered lips forming a furrow along its length. He 
flexed his hips slightly back and forth, feeling several droplets of 
lubricity ooze from the throbbing slit in his penile tip, lubricating her 
mouth as it half-surrounded the barrel of his organ. He was well aware of 
the heated breath from her nostrils running hotly over the tip of his organ 
as she continued breathing, almost panting. 

Susan wondered why she didn't feel inwardly sick. Any other time, and she 
would have expected to have a mental breakdown because of what was 
happening. She found herself thinking with amazing clarity, and realized if 
she didn't break down now, there would be no reason for it to happen later. 

Her saliva was pooling in her mouth and she found it all but impossible to 
swallow. It was filling her mouth and beginning to seep out. 

Looking directly down into the red-haired woman's face, Izzie was aware of 
small rivulets of sputum running out of the corners of her mouth, down her 
cheeks, dribbling like hot tears onto her throat. Lord! It would really be 
something to shoot his hot spermatic stream into her softly palpitating 
throat, seeing the adam's apple bobbing up and down as she gulped the fluid 
into her. Alas! He would have to leave that to one of the others. Her 
virginity, the thing she prized most, was what he sought. 

Susan shuddered a little when his slimy hands reached around her and undid 
the eight snaps holding her long-line brassiere. Cool air washed over her 
body as he removed it and flung it to the floor. Now her breasts, with their 
rich pink nipples and equally rich pink areolae were totally visible to his 
eyes. Now, except for her panty-covered cunt, her entire body was exposed. 
No, not quite. He had left her garter belt and stockings on. It made her 
look even more arousing. Looking at her helpless nakedness this way had him 
completely aroused. 

Her mouth fell open a little more, and he pushed the tip of his blue-veined 
member into the oral cavern, gently continuing the slow, sawing motion in 
and out. He felt her tongue rubbing against part of it and the pressure made 
him shudder. His other hand moved over her magnificent breasts, tweaking the 
nipples between his fingers until he felt them mechanically hardening under 
his caresses. 

Though she still felt totally at ease, Susan found she was now able to move 
her body the littlest bit. She was well aware of the presence of his thick 
cock in her mouth as she flicked her tongue against the organ repeatedly, as 
if trying to push it out. 

Izzie held still, frightened for the moment that his drug might not have 
done a thorough job of totally tranquilizing the woman. It didn't make 
sense, since the drug had always worked perfectly all times before. He 
pulled back, and his penis fell from between her partly open lips, dribbling 
down over her chin. She was aware of threads of colorless stickiness 
trailing on her neck. 

"Izzie!" she gasped, mumbling through the thick fog the drug had put her 
mind in. "Don't do it! Don't do this to me! I have never . . . hurt you. 
Don't.. . hurt me!" 

"Hurt you?" Izzie laughed. "Don't be silly, precious librarian. I am going 
to give you the thrill of your life. You are going to feel things the like 
of which you have never felt before. You will learn to love all you will 
feel. Tonight will be the most momentous night of your life, in more ways 
than one." 

Susan didn't know what to think. She was well aware there was nothing for 
her to do. Except for the turning of her head and the moving of her lips, 
she was almost paralyzed, she was so totally relaxed. Even now, knowing what 
the man was doing to her was wrong, she felt the funniest rapturous 
sensations shooting through her. She was well aware he had drugged her, but 
there was no way to fight the drug. She would have to wait until it wore 
off. She only hoped he would be gentle, since there was no chance of hoping 
for mercy. Merely thinking about what he intended doing made her blood begin 
to race in her veins. God would not look unkindly on her for this, because 
it wasn't her fault. This knowledge made her even more relaxed, for the 
moment. 

The German-born man smiled to himself as he hovered over her. The potion was 
working, after all. It was still foolproof. 

'Think of me as a lover," Izzie told her, chuckling somewhat lasciviously. 
"You will enjoy it all so much more if you do." 

"Wrong!" was all Susan was able to say. 

"No, it is not wrong," Izzie told her. "It is right. You think the world is 
made for celibacy. If that were the case we would all expire. We must screw, 
we must fuck, for in that way can we hope to procreate." 

"Not married!" she moaned. 

"Marriage is an invention of man," he laughed. "Sex is nature's idea. Think 
how lucky you will be if you become pregnant with my child. You will only be 
one of many women then who will have given birth to one of my bastards." 

"God will punish!" she muttered. 

"I will worry about it when it happens," he told her, stroking the 
gigantically throbbing penis very slowly, reaching down and running his 
other hand over the awakening mounds of her breasts, for even though she was 
unable to really move, she was distinctly able to feel, and she was most 
definitely feeling what he was doing to her. Perhaps because the drug 
relaxed her mind as well as her body, she was unable to fight the feelings, 
and as a result they made her quiver and shudder with impending sensation. 

"You like it!" he laughed. "Don't deny it, Susan. You like what I am doing 
to you." 

"Feels good!" she muttered, always one to admit the truth no matter how much 
it hurt. 

"You will have many good feelings before this night is over," Izzie told 
her. 

Susan stared at him, seeing him as if in a dream, yet knowing she was wide 
awake and this was really happening to her. Her physical being was becoming 
more and more alert to the heatedly hungry caresses of his hots hands as 
they continually stroked her soft, white flesh, turning her into a single 
unit of burning desire. With no will to resist, she was not only yielding, 
but allowing herself to feel to the utmost what he wanted her to feel. A 
series of tiny goose bumps sprang out all over her tender flesh. 

She didn't know why, but she wanted more. Her body was aching to be touched, 
having been robbed of the magic of caresses all these eyars. Evil as the man 
was, he was making her feel good. 

She knew he was going to rape her, and she was wise enough to know the rape 
was going to hurt. Nevertheless, her body was shrieking for more caresses, 
wanting to know what physical love felt like, since the body was designed 
for physical love and had no conscience. Her body didn't know the man 
touching her was some kind of arch-villain, and her mind was too reposed to 
even think as much. He was going to merge with her, make love to her, and 
even though she felt no love for him, she was too much at ease to hate him. 
He was going to probe inside her with his long fleshy instrument, and 
perhaps he would quiet the lightning that was flashing deep, deep, deep 
inside because of the maddening way his fingertips played over her 
defenseless nakedness. 

Mercy was not a quality she expected from Izzie Wassellmann. Still, she 
hoped he wouldn't tear her apart internally and cause any permanent kind of 
physical damage. She was too smart to think in terms of what she deserved or 
didn't deserve. She was trapped by an animal, and she had to hope he had 
enough decency to keep from harming her. All the while her body continued 
warming up, responding, even though her mind had no say in it. 

Her pink tongue edged out and moistly ran slowly around her lips for the 
first time, tasting the strange, sticky moisture his penis had deposited 
there. The odor of his groin wafted through her twitching nostrils, and she 
breathed the scent deep inside her body. She still felt no disgust. Rather, 
the aroma did all kinds of strange things to her, the odor and taste of him 
coursing through her entire quivering being like a sweet soothing balm, 
adding to the inner tranquility she felt mixed with the anticipation of what 
was going to happen. Tiny flames of lust were unwittingly being lit in the 
tantalizing stiffness of her nipples, causing a throbbing in the nerve ends 
in her body, making her vaginal lips open and close with pulsating rapidity. 
She was aware of the dewdrops of moisture rising between her widespread, 
open thighs, soaking her panties even more. She moved her body, unable to 
stop herself from doing so, grinding her buttocks into the mattress. Her 
hair-lined pussylips began a slow spasmodic rubbing as they throbbed one 
against the other. 

Izzie was hungry for her and was able to restrain himself no longer. He 
reached out with his two hands, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and 
pulled them down over her wriggling hips, sliding them along her thighs, 
over her knees, down her calves, across her ankles, and off. 

"What are you doing to me, Izzie?" she gasped. 

"I am going to massage your cunt," he told her matter-of-factly, though 
there was nothing matter-of-fact about the way he felt. "I'm going to rub 
your clitoris and tease your pussylips, rubbing you down there until you beg 
me to fuck you." 

She wanted to tell him she would never beg for such a thing, but the 
sensations charging through her body made her realize there was every 
possibility she would indeed be begging. God! She had absolutely no control 
over herself whatsoever. Her mind felt as lost as her body. 

Izzie widely grinned, his yellowed teeth showing through his sneering, 
pulled-back, widely split lips. His greedy eyes continued feasting 
lasciviously on her uncontrolled, squirming nakedness. 

He moved onto the bed, sliding between her lovely white ankles, crouching on 
all fours above her lovely milk-white body, pushing her unresisting, 
alabaster thighs widely apart. He crawled hungrily between them, his knees 
now pressing between her calves and his face panting a few inches above the 
red-haired V of her wide-open crotch. His hungering mouth continued to water 
as his eyes looked down at the sensuously rotating pussy, staring 
expectantly, resting just below his lips. Heavy slaver began oozing and 
dripping from his wide-open mouth, mingling with the oily juices starting to 
form in her wide-open slit-the pink slit that began at the base of her belly 
and trailed down through the roundness of her delightfully white, creamy 
thighs, stopping at her perineum, on the other side of which her rounded 
buttocks pressed tightly against the mattress. 

Through half-slit eyes, the helpless Susan saw the hungering German-born man 
crouching lasciviously between the pillars of her wide-open legs. She felt 
the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing firmly against the tender 
softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure 
was wide open to him and he was going to do with it as he wished. She stared 
with her breath caught in her throat as he began lowering his head slowly 
toward her vagina. Was he going to.. . ? My God! What kind of a pig was he? 
Yet the heat of his breath, washing against her vaginal lips began building 
seething sensations in the depths of her trembling body, and though her mind 
was unable to say no, her body was definitely able to say yes. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, jerking as the heat of his wetly 
sucking lips closed firmly over the soft mound at the base of her trembling 
belly. His hazy face now completely disappeared from her line of sight as 
she lay there, sinking into the soft red fleece as he began to plant a 
series of wet, tickling kisses on her narrow aperture, his experienced, 
swathing tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening. 

Her own hands moved down of their own volition, responding to what he was 
doing. They slid over her breasts, then ran over the flatness of her smooth 
belly, moving into the hollows of her thighs and coming to rest on either 
side of his sucking lips. Her fingers uncontrollably began moving, stroking 
softly for a moment at her inner thighs, then slowly spreading the 
hair-lined lips of the soddenly wet furrow wide apart, allowing his hungry 
mouth and devouring lips total and complete access to the wetness of her 
secret inner being. 

Her elbows were tightly pressing themselves into her ribs and her head was 
lolling uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as the heatedly 
searing tongue stabbed out, its soft and tantalizing flicking tip circling 
the quivering clitoris. His pursed lips sucked, drawing the soft, warm folds 
of her vaginal lips deep into his mouth, breathing hot air all over the 
tender flesh. Meanwhile, his tongue flatly continued its straining pressure 
against the quiveringly pink bud of her sex, making her groan uncontrollably 
from the depths of her quivering throat. 

His hot probing tip worked up and down in her shuddering coral slash, 
starting at the bottom of her belly and then began pressuring its way down, 
moving slowly lower, washing over the rubber-rimmed opening of her tightly 
clasping vaginal dehiscence and then across her perineum, into the crevice 
between her clamped-together buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a 
wetly probing homage to the tight, brown throbbing hole. Her wide hips 
continued to grind uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, and soft, 
murmuring animal passions escaped uncontrollably from between her 
rapture-clenched teeth. 

The slavering man worked hungrily, feeling the softness of her wet pubic 
hairs brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. A feeling of power was 
inside him. She was reacting more quickly than even he had anticipated. She 
was one of those hot bitches one reads about but almost never encounters. He 
was thrilled to have her squirming under his tongue, totally and completely 
at his oral mercy. She loved it, even though she would never admit it were 
she not under the influence of the drug. Her groans made his probing tongue 
lick all the more quickly as the oral organ continued working its way up and 
down the heated steaminess of her seething crotch. He wanted her begging for 
it when he was finally ready to ram it into her, and she was almost there. 
He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the drug inside them. She needed 
satisfaction badly, and she was thrilled to be getting his tongue. Izzie was 
the only one at that moment who knew this was just the beginning. 

He was well aware she was too far gone along the road to physical 
satisfaction to fight anything he would do to her, and his mind began to 
form all kinds of weird, erotic pictures, thinking of the various positions 
he might make her adopt while fucking her. 

Inwardly, he began to chuckle obscenely as he felt her hands clawing 
desperately at his greasy black hair, now actually pressing on his head and 
pushing his face into the palpitating opening of her seething pussy. He ran 
his tongue into the tenderly soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment, 
and then instantly withdrawing it to tease once again around the ragged pink 
edges. 

He let her force him this time, enjoying the way she was pushing on his 
head, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole between her 
squishy labia. 

As his lips rounded themselves and covered the clasping viscous opening, he 
began thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into her vaginal mouth, 
bringing a series of uncontrolled, low guttural moans from the beautiful 
red-haired woman whose soft, warm thighs closed tightly and convulsively 
around either side of his continually moving head. He was aware of her wet 
labial flesh slipping moistly around the length of his extended tongue as 
the walls of her invaded vaginal well began wildly opening and closing in an 
uncontrolled sucking motion, attempting to pull the oral organ deeper and 
deeper. 

To Izzie, it felt as if the nibbling, hair-lined oral cave was going to tug 
his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels uncontrollably 
pushed down against his back, pressing his face even deeper into her flesh 
trap until he was completely unable to breathe. His nose was rubbing against 
the tiny clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of her delicious lust 
juices now abundantly flowing out. His throbbing cock was incited to a 
stiffness he was no longer able to keep under control. Izzie was determined 
to fuck the redheaded librarian right now, or else his sperm would be 
shooting all over the mattress. 

Susan's body was totally lost in the fire of the moment. Still wide awake 
and fully aware of what was happening, she was no less able to prevent it 
from happening to her. Her mind was totally tranquilized and unable to keep 
out the good feelings she had charging through her. Nevertheless, she found 
her involuntary responses causing her physical self to tense and tighten as 
she dug her heels into the mattress and strained her hips upward toward the 
maddening oral probe continually flicking between her shuddering thighs. The 
man was obviously a maniac, yet he was wringing vibrantly thrilling feelings 
from her shuddering body. 

She had starved her body for too long. It had never physically known such 
feelings, though she had tempted her emotions again and again, every time 
she read a romantic novel. Now the moving tongue between her thighs was 
inciting her as never before. Her up-drawn legs opened and closed around the 
tormenting head whose mouth and tongue were pressed gluttonously against her 
fire-scorched feminine duct. The muscular cords in her neck were beginning 
to strain and stand out as she found her fingers entangling themselves all 
the more tightly in the man's hair. If she had the physical strength at this 
point, rather than fight him, she would be tugging his face into her 
seething cunt. 

"Unnnggghhh! Aaaannngggghhh! Onnnnnhhh!" she moaned, feeling her helplessly 
splayed legs stretching even wider apart. She found that when she did what 
he wanted her to do, she was able to move her body a little. 

Izzie was unable to contain himself at this point. His hands grabbed her 
long, slender, flailing legs behind her thighs, and he pushed, raising them 
until they were pressed roughtly back against her shoulders. Now he began 
slithering up her naked, sweat-drenched torso, grunting and groaning with 
passion as he moved. His stiffly rigid prick was brushing itself against the 
wetness of her dripping pubic hair. He planted his hands on either side of 
her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly behind his neck, moving as if of 
their own free will. Now he was able to look down between their bodies and 
see her upturned buttocks totally exposed to him. 

The expanded narrow vaginal slit was now visibly throbbing its lips in open 
invitation, the wetly moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his 
knees digging into her thighs. She quivered, knowing her virginity was being 
sacrificed to an evil, terrible man. 

Susan was able to see Izzie hovering directly above her through drug-fogged 
eyes, realizing her body was feeling a passion far greater than anything she 
had vicariously felt when reading the romance novels she loved to look 
through. She was aware of the massivity of the man's fleshy hardness lying 
across the full length of her pinkly narrow slash. The pulsating head of 
this throbbing cock rested vibrantly between her widespread thighs, 
insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that 
caused Susan's body to uncontrollably twist itself toward it. She realized 
her body was acting of its own volition, apparently anxious to feel the 
deflorating organ probing into her, even though her mind knew it was a sin 
against God. Her aching body moved as if it would either have the cock or 
die in the attempt. 

Tranquil as her brain remained, her body was starting to react again, 
starting to move with a certain amount of coordination. Her hands reached 
down almost in panic, seeking beneath the roundly grinding cheeks of her 
buttocks and finally grasping the full length of the stone-solid member. Her 
tightly closed fists began softly stroking the organ in tender reverence, 
and she was aware of the spasmodic throbbing against the softness of her 
palms as sticky fluid oozed in heavy driblets from the slit in the 
blood-inflated head. 

The penis was now poking in the valley between her buttocks, and with her 
hand she guided it up her anal crack, not letting it lose contact with her 
flesh. Finally she felt the throbbing tip poised between the mucous-covered 
flanges of her coral vagina. Susan held it there with one hand, then placed 
the palm of her other hand on Izzie's buttocks. She dug her nails into his 
fleshy cheek, pulling him down and into her, letting her cunt drown the 
gnawingly hot head that burned out of control. 

"Ghkhhaaaannnngggghkhh!" she gasped, feeling the pain for the very first 
time, and discovering she masochistically wanted to feel even more of it. 

The motel manager was widely grinning, his mouth in an obscene leer above 
her face. He wanted to simply plunder straight in and down, totally impaling 
the redheaded woman on the full length of his throbbingly aching cock. He 
wanted to slam all of himself into her, but she was virgin-tight, and he 
knew it would take time for him to bury his cock all the way into her. It 
would be a pleasure to see her writhe and scream as he tore her maidenhead 
from her body. She typified the kind of woman he loved humiliating. She was 
proud, but innocent, spoiled in her own way by the church that had taken 
complete control over her, preventing her from normally giving vent to her 
feelings. If there was any kind of woman who ever needed punishing, this 
woman was the one. Well, he would be the initial instrument of punishment, 
fucking her until she was unable to walk. Then he would turn her over to the 
half dozen who were watching TV in another room, patiently waiting their 
turn. The nicest thing was, each of them would pay him fifty dollars for the 
use of her body. Going to church paid off. 

He received his greatest satisfaction from the knowledge that her mind would 
retain everything that happened to her, afterward. Yet there would be 
nothing she would be able to do about it. When he walked into the library, 
she might attempt to ignore him and treat him with disdain, but the both of 
them would know that he had buffed her, but good. If she became pregnant, 
one way or another, directly or indirectly, he would be responsible for it, 
because she wouldn't be leaving this motel until the following morning, 
after having six other deposits of sperm inside her in addition to his own. 
Yes, this was a thought to fully arouse and excite him, filling her belly 
with either his child or that of one of the people paying him to fuck her. 
The lascivious thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward. 

"Aaaaarnrgggghhhh!" Susan shrieked, feeling the lips of her taut, virginal 
vagina being roughly parted. Her elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a 
moment, then gave way before the hard, cruel pressure. The pain was tearing, 
burning, very harsh, and she mechanically resisted since this was something 
to which her body was totally unused, long, low groans coming from her 
throat. He -liked that, -liked hearing her hurt. 

He shoved again, and she emitted a deeper groan. Izzie wanted to hear her 
scream for mercy, and that time would fast approach because he was already 
aware of the pressure of her hymen resisting the tip of his throbbing penis. 
Oh yes, yes, he wanted to hear the librarian shriek in this soundproofed 
room of his. He found he was unable to control himself any longer, and he 
rammed forward with everything he had in his body, tearing her maidenhead to 
bits as he sank the lust-inflated phallus into her to the hilt. 

"Aaaaayyyyaaaa iiiigggghhhh! No-no-no-no-n-o-O-O-O!" she screamed as his 
balls slapped tightly against her jerking, twitching anus. Her buttocks 
screwed themselves deep into the mattress in a sudden attempt to try and 
escape the wickedly cruel impalement. Her slender legs came down over his 
shoulders, jerking this way and that, then splaying themselves even wider 
and sliding around his body on either side as she kicked, slashing futilely 
at the air. 

"I-I-I-I-zzzzzieeeee!" she screamed again. "No more . . . no more . . . no 
more!" 

The pain was so overpowering, it broke through the state of tranquility the 
drug had induced in her. Her impaled form was helplessly pinned to the bed. 
With each pulsating jerk, the massively bloated head seemed to burrow its 
way a little deeper into her. The motel manager's outstretched arms reached 
down and his hands pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress. His 
widespread knees held her thighs split far apart. She felt as if her body 
was being torn right down the middle and that she would be split into two 
equal parts from the way the massive instrument was plundering its way into 
her. The fiery, searing, plunging rod felt as if it were coming out of her 
throat as its blood-filled head pressed solidly into the rear of her vagina. 
Each time he pressed into her, Susan felt her head roughly slammed back 
against the pillow beneath her. 

Izzie watched her from above with a wide lascivious grin pulling his lips 
apart. Her face was agonizingly contorted with the pain of that initial 
stabbing probe. Her lips pulled back from her teeth, pleading with 
incoherent whimpers. Mewling sounds rose from the depths of her throat. Her 
arms were outstretched, palms flat against the man's hips, doing her best to 
somehow or other hold back the powerful blunt instrument pressing into her 
womanly tunnel like some kind of huge stone. 

Yes, she had been a virgin, all right, and because her hymen had taken so 
long to be pierced, it had lost much of its elasticity. As a result, he had 
caused her far more pain than she would have felt had he plundered her ten 
years earlier. 

Izzie lifted himself up on his arms and knees and looked down again to see 
his curly black pubic hair tangling with the golden-red ones on her venereal 
mount. The oozing oils from her cunt had a reddish stain to them, attesting 
to his having smashed her hymen, but the blood didn't thrill him nearly as 
much as the sight of his thick length, buried to the base, as far as 
possible in her trembling body. He was pleased to see the taut, stretched 
cuntlips swollen almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pinkness of 
her ribbon of labia minora clasping tightly around the dark-skinned base of 
his phallus. 

He held her there firmly for a moment, savoring the delicious spectacle of 
this proud bitch helplessly impaled beneath him, with his monstrous rod 
buried to its limit in the narrowness of her white little belly. He wished 
the whole world were able to see her now, especially the reverend at her 
church, spread-eagled this way beneath an atheist as his continued plunging 
made her scream and yell. He was going to fuck into her in a way she would 
never forget as long as she lived. 

Susan squirmed helplessly beneath the evil-smiling Izzie. She was aware of 
the heated, searing pain of his sudden, blunt entry tearing cruelly at her 
anguished insides. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an 
attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but once again the drug was 
taking hold, forcing her body to return to the tranquil state it had assumed 
prior to the violation of her vagina. Every part of her other than her cunt 
relaxed, and her inner channel throbs seemingly incited his cock to dig 
deeper and deeper into her, moving through the tightness of her squeezing 
pussy as the walls of her cringing cunt clasped tightly around the cock like 
a clinging glove. She felt its every fleshy ridge as her inner nerve ends 
transmitted its monstrous shape to her in minute detail. Because her mind 
was once again relaxing, she was able to "feel" her way around the length 
and breadth of the organ. 

Her brain, though relaxed, was able to think clearly. There was something 
alive inside her. She was aware of the hard, rubbery point pressing into the 
deepest part of her vagina, her thin folds of membranous flesh moving along 
its length, the tickling hairs of his dangling testicles reaching into the 
crevice between her buttocks as if trying to become part of her. She was one 
with the delving organ, and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild 
licking at the wetness of her lips. He had smeared them well with his 
lubrication, and her nostrils flared once again, still drawing the pungency 
of the aroma he had left there deep into her olfactory senses, mingling it 
in a strange marriage with the feeling of the throbbing cock lodged in the 
depths of her cringing belly. 

Everything seemed to roll together inside her, merging into one great big 
fiery ball of hunger, lusting for even more in spite of the pain she felt. 
Now Izzie began flexing his member rapidly inside her, not moving his body, 
but keeping the full length of his throbbing cock buried in her. Her cunt 
contracted involuntarily as more lascivious thoughts raced through her mind. 
She realized this was what happened to a woman after the chapter ended in 
those romance books where her bared breasts were caressed. 

"Uh!" she grunted softly through slightly bared teeth, feeling a mingling of 
pleasure and pain, all at once. 

He waited a moment, then flexed again, watching her lovely face as it 
contorted below him. Her mouth was hanging limply open while her eyelids 
were tightly clamped shut. 

"Ooooonnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, holding her breath as the expanded phallus 
swelled even more, stretching the narrow passage of her vagina even farther 
open. 

Izzie flexed again, this time setting a slow, teasing rhythm to his 
pulsating throbs. He watched the white-skinned woman's nostrils begin a 
slow, hesitant flaring in time to the rhythmic beat he was setting. Soft 
mewling sounds of delighted pleasure continued issuing from her openly 
gasping mouth in time to the way his cock throbbed inside her vagina. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh . . . Godddd help me . . .I.. . uhhhhh . . . like it!" she 
gasped, shuddering. 

Izzie was suddenly aware the walls of her vagina were starting to respond to 
his throbs by throbbing back, squeezing the full head of his pulsating 
penis. The wetly clasping flesh within began a soft opening and closing 
around the length of his pulsating member. 

He did not move for the moment, but rather continued the slow, continuous 
rhythmic throbs into the skewered, red-haired woman lying beneath him. He 
was barely able to contain himself as her grunts of pleasure continued 
resounding through the otherwise silent room. Her head was lolling-from side 
to side on the pillow beneath, and her rounded, womanly hips began a slow, 
involuntary dancing beneath the pressure of his solidly impaling rod. He 
clamped his teeth firmly and solidly together as he became aware of her 
hungrily nibbling crotch screwing itself all the more tightly against his 
shuddering body. 

Susan's body was coming vibrantly to life, now. Though the drug she had 
taken prevented her from being afraid and having anticipatory sensations, it 
enhanced the enjoyment she was feeling, and as a result she was physically 
able to respond to the thrills within her, even though she had been 
incapable of feeling fear, earlier. 

Whatever pain she had felt was now receding, slowly beginning to dissipate, 
giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began somewhere deep inside 
her trembling womb and then seeped relentlessly through the tingling nerves 
of her inner flesh. Sensation after sensation rippled through her seething 
vagina and oozed from her red-fleeced lips, fanning like strings of seething 
fire across the creamy whiteness of her tremblingly solid thighs. The 
sensations traveled along the full length of her widely splayed legs and 
circled around inside her trembling toes, curling them against the bottoms 
of her feet. Thrills worked their way up from her tautly contracting belly, 
charging through her aching rib cage, reaching into the tips of her pinkly 
palpitating nipples. Both breast buds peaked into hard, tiny capsules, 
sensitive even to the touch of the air about her. Thin rivulets of 
perspiration rolled down the sides of her full, pulsating mounds of breast 
flesh, wetting the mattress beneath her. 

The lovely redhead rotated her hips from side to side around the thickness 
of the heavily fleshy, impaling member, her narrow vagina dilating in time 
to the constantly rhythmic thrills she was feeling. To her, it was as if 
there were some kind of heart embedded in the palpitating head of the cock 
whose heat against her inner passage was fast becoming a part of her being. 
She was one with the driving organ. It didn't matter that it was attached to 
a man her mind accepted as the vilest, most contemptible of human beings. 
All that counted was the fact that the penis was continually probing more 
and more deeply into her, delving back and forth in her taut feminine 
chamber, building sensations far greater than anything she had ever imagined 
when reading all those romance novels. 

Izzie was barely able to contain his inner glee as he felt her smooth body 
moving, her hairy pelvis slamming against his own groin as he buried his 
rock-stiff cock inside her again and again. Tiny contracting muscles deep 
inside her tender pussy were beginning to hungrily nibble at the swollenly 
inflated head. The seethingly dilated cuntlips between her hair-surrounded 
coral opening continued to tantalizingly suck away, sliding moistly down the 
length of the pulsating rod for several inches, then slowly nibbling their 
way back up for several inches, buffeting her soft down solidly against the 
scratchiness of his pubic hair. Again and again he embedded the full length 
of himself deep into the warmth of her slender white tummy. At one point he 
remained totally immobile, keeping his body perfectly still above her with 
his hands on either side of her rounded shoulders, his knees digging firmly 
into the mattress. He allowed her quivering body to pump up and down at will 
on his rigid piston as they remained tightly fused together. 

He looked down, staring at the slow withdrawal of his cock from her vagina, 
pulling thin, soft ridges of her pink flesh out each time she screwed her 
ass-cheeks down into the mattress. Then there was the delectable sight of 
the entry-pushing the soft, trembling folds all the way back into her as the 
moist, shiny length was swallowed whole back into the salacious opening. He 
enjoyed the way she strained against him, watching the way she now moved 
with utter abandon. The physical paralysis had totally worn off, but even 
now her mind was unable to accept anything other than pleasure and 
tranquility. There was a half-crazed smile widening her beautiful lips. 

Susan's motions became faster and faster with every passing second, the 
tempo of her thrusts slamming against him becoming more and more urgent, her 
teeth biting hard into her lower lip. She was straining to reach her 
satisfaction, and the juices of her squeezing, milking vagina were beginning 
to flow so that he heard the wet, sucking sound of the in-and-out sawing 
movement as she suddenly thrust her body sharply along the length of his 
cock, burying the full length of it deep inside her. Her back arched a foot 
off the bed, her feet flatly digging into the mattress on either side of his 
body as he pressed himself all the more urgently into her. She was bucking 
wildly now, and he knew she was going to come before he would. 

"AAAAII IIIIEEEEE . . . YYYYAAAAIIII . . . GGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAANN 
NNGGGG-HHHHAAAAIIII . . . GGGGHHHH . . . EEEE-YYYYIIIIAAAA . . . 
GGGGHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, gasping with a deep-throated groan, her body 
beginning to vibrate and quiver uncontrollably. Wet, colorless lubrication 
oozed from the throbbing passage, drowning his thrusting, impaling member 
with its sticky warmth, trickling down the crevices of her white, globular 
buttocks, also running over his balls as they pressed solidly against the 
tiny brown pucker of her anus. 

The fucking Izzie went berserk at that point as the lovely librarian grunted 
out the last of her inner juices against his matted pelvis. Her body 
continued to jerk and twitch spasmodically against him. He reached back, 
grabbing her two ankles, and he began pushing them forward, ramming her 
knees brutally over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round 
ball, completely helpless beneath him. Her knees were pushed back and 
digging into the pillow beneath her head, the wide-split pinkness into which 
his cock was buried completely open to his desire. 

He began withdrawing the deeply embedded instrument until only the very tip 
of his glans rested between her vulva. Then he slammed forward with all his 
stored-up strength. Damn it all! This fucking was designed to please him 
rather than her. Most of the other women he fucked also came, and he 
realized it was because of the drug he had given them. Well, the bitch had 
enjoyed herself, and now it was his turn. The full, throbbing, pulsating 
length of his incited cock sank cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina. 
He listened with thrilled pleasure at the wetly flat smacking as his stomach 
thudded itself against hers, the sweat on both their skins making the sound 
of a whip cracking in the room. 

His body now dropped down heavily against that of Susan's, pressing her 
thighs into her breasts, and mashing them against her chest. He locked his 
drooling mouth solidly against her sweet pink lips, thrusting his wetly 
dripping tongue into the depths of her throat, stifling the low animal 
grunts beginning to form there. His shoulders now pressed against the full 
backs of her thighs, keeping her locked in that helpless position as he 
continued pounding into her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his 
hands between the mattress and the white, full cheeks of her buttocks, 
cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm, soft flesh, 
pulling the white, rounded cheeks far apart. 

He began long, vibrant strokes into the tightly streaming passage that was 
sodden and slippery with the fluids of her climax, withdrawing the head once 
again until only the tip was inside her, and then thrusting forward hard 
with his driving hips, until his swollen testicles were screwing tightly 
against the wide-split crack between her asscheeks. 

Susan continued moaning and groaning, totally helpless in this position as 
her exposed vagina was plundered again and again. He was driving into her so 
hard, her head was slamming back against the headboard of the bed, and 
though she tried resisting, even if she didn't have the tranquilizer in her 
system, her position made it impossible for her to fight back. She felt the 
giant head sliding up and down inside her warmly wet, viscous passage like a 
feathered piston moving in and out. The hot slap of his soft, hair-covered 
testicles against her perineum as he continually jerked forward made her 
quiver. Each time he pulled back she felt a cool rush of air shoot into her. 

Her interior began to flare and the resisting lips of her hair-lined furrow 
began to flower open to receive the thrilling rape of her tender genitalia. 
Her own hands now forced themselves from beneath her body, reaching forward 
and snaking around his back. He was driving into her so solidly, she was 
aware she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. Her nails began clawing 
red streaks down his back to his buttocks as she pulled him deep into her 
fleece-lined, sucking tunnel, having him slam hard against her each time he 
skewered into her. 

Susan's mouth sucked voraciously on the evil man's thrusting tongue. 
Greedily she swallowed the saliva he poured into her throat as her body 
began matching the rhythmic drives of his cock with movements of her own. 

Then Izzie was there, firing uncontrollably, unable to scream out his 
passion as her teeth sank into his tongue. As she felt the white seed spurt 
into her, Susan peaked again. It was too much for her, and as she slowly 
rode down from the crest of her orgasm, she passed out, unaware of when 
Izzie finally pulled out of her. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Professor Edwin Corey was probably the best teacher of biology at the local 
university. The reason he was so good was, like Freud, he related everything 
to sex. 

Though he was a man who loved to fuck, he never played around with any of 
the girls who took his class. He was strict when it came to school, and he 
insisted all his students either know their work or they would be flunked. 

At the age of thirty-seven, the professor was six feet tall, with tan flesh, 
jet-black hair which he combed straight back, wide, keenly observing brown 
eyes, a pointed nose, a firm mouth, and a rugged jawline. Though he did no 
exercise other than bedroom gymnastics, he managed to keep his body in 
fairly good shape. As a biologist, he had seen exercise destroy too many 
men, and though it was reputedly healthy to build up one's body, too many 
weightlifters ended up with arthritic arms, and too many joggers ended up 
with rheumatic gout. 

There were literally hundreds of women, either single, divorced, or ignored 
by their husbands, who were always looking for a good cock on a Saturday 
night, and if Corey didn't set up a date in advance, all he had to do was 
wander through the many bars that lined Vestry Street. As a result, he met 
many of the lovely ladies who killed business completely for the pavement 
princesses in that particular village. 

Such a woman was Elaine Carter. Elaine was a small, slender brunette, with 
skin as tan as Corey's, and hair as black. Her hair was formed in bangs on 
her forehead, and came down in a page boy cut around her face. She had big 
eyes, a slender, short nose, full lips, and though her body was not exactly 
voluptuous, there was no doubt about her being a woman. The halter blouse of 
royal purple that she wore above a skirt of the same color let everyone see 
she had breasts, even though they weren't mammoth. She was unable to wear a 
brassiere with the halter, and the sides of her breasts were visible to any 
male who wanted to look, which was just about every male in the bar where 
she was having a drink. 

Elaine was particular about the various men she dated. Her husband, a very 
successful gynecologist, apparently touched every pussy in town other than 
her own. He never seemed to have time for her, so Elaine went looking for 
cock to please her. 

Though she had seen Edwin Corey from time to time, either she had a date 
before he walked into the bar where she was drinking, or he managed to pick 
up someone before getting to her. She had been curious about the man, since 
more than one woman she knew claimed he was about the best lover in the 
village. 

That particular evening, she saw him come into the bar early, and he was 
alone. So was she. Not wanting to wait and hope he would come over and talk 
to her, she hurried over to him and said, "I'm glad you're free, this 
evening. I'm Elaine. Let's get out of here." 

Corey, dressed in a casual pair of tan slacks, a white shirt open at the 
collar, and a brown sport coat, took one look at her and knew she was 
quality. 

"Your place or mine," he asked, casually ushering her out of the bar. 

"Your place, of course," she told him. "I wouldn't like my husband walking 
in and surprising us at my place." 

"My place it is," he told her, leading her to his TC-3. 

He held the door open for her, she got in, then he shut the door, got in on 
the driver's side, then drove directly to his apartment in the new 
condominium on Eastside Avenue. He parked the car in the private parking 
area in the garage under the building, and then they took the elevator up to 
his three-bedroom apartment. 

Elaine was somewhat astonished when she looked around the place. She had 
expected it to be well-furnished, but she hadn't expected it to be so large. 

When she asked why, he told her, "On the off-chance that one day I might 
marry, I don't feel like moving. With three bedrooms everything ought to be 
fine, even if I have a son and a daughter." 

"It's a little late in life to start thinking of children," she pointed out. 

"It's never too late," he smiled. 

It was a six room apartment, and one of the rooms was what he called his 
game room. He had a pool table in it, and a desk where he sat to do his 
school-work away from school. 

His swivel chair was standing out from behind the desk, and after he had 
removed his sport coat, Elaine pushed him into it. Then she sat in his lap, 
lifting her legs over the left arm, and her voluptuous weight as well as the 
heat of her lovely thighs seemed to burn through the thin material of the 
man's trousers. Corey felt the shapes of her labia through her panties as 
she rubbed it against his stiffening cock, sparking it to life. 

Elaine wound her slender arms lovingly around the handsome man's neck, 
saying, "I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time." Her 
whisper was husky and sexy. 

Corey, feeling the pressure of her full, firm, albeit small breasts against 
his chest, and very aware of the sweet fragrance of her breath-she had been 
drinking Cointreau-as well as the bare skin of her arms so intimately close 
to him, settled back in the chair. 

"I have the funny feeling I've been missing a helluva lot by not knowing 
you," he told her. 

"We'll make up for it right now," she replied. 

The man slid his trembling hands around her slender feminine form until they 
held the delightfully luscious woman possessively around her very slender 
midriff. She leaned more closely into him, letting the bare space between 
her haltered breasts rub against his chest, taunting him with her 
near-nakedness. 

"Normally I would think a woman like you would be worthy of a nice soft 
bed," he said to her, a catch of desire in his whispered voice. "But I have 
the funny feeling you're unique, and you aren't exactly crazy to go after a 
bed right now." 

Elaine slid from his lap and slowly stood up. She walked over to the huge 
wall window that ran from the ceiling to the floor behind the desk, and she 
found the cord that opened the satin blue drapes. Pulling the drapes open, 
she turned off the light so that the two of them were bathed in the light of 
a three-quarter moon. 

She -liked this man. She -liked him a lot. He didn't ask questions, but 
accepted her for herself, while at the same time treating her like a lady. 
There were very few men who knew how to treat her as far as she was 
concerned. Her husband had been one of them, before he had become so 
involved with treating pussies, that he was too busy to fuck one. 

Without another word, she began undressing. She removed her halter and 
dropped it on his desk, then pulled off her skirt and the panties 
underneath. She then peeled down her pantyhose, as well, and left everything 
on the desk. Then she walked over to him, and without a word undressed him 
as he sat in the chair. He had to lift his buttocks when she tugged down his 
pants and undershorts, and she even took the time to removed his socks. Then 
she rose, straddled him, and stared at him, the silver moon making her 
tanned asscheeks look white as they poised directly over the hardness of his 
stiff, long cock. 

"Here," she breathed, leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the mouth. 
"We'll fuck right here." 

Corey, still sitting in the chair, slowly moved his hands around her 
asscheeks, then lifted them to caress her lithe back, half-supporting her, 
raising her so that her lovely body lifted slightly above his. She helped by 
letting her inner thighs trail around the arms of the chair. 

"Now you do some of the work," he told her, lightly kissing her mouth, 
letting their tongue-tips touch again and again. 

She let his tongue run along her lip lines, and her hands reached down and 
grasped his cock. Her inner thighs, pressing on the arms of the chair, 
helped keep her body lifted. Her fingers caressed the long penis as if it 
were some valuable art object. Elaine had become almost as expert about 
penises as her husband had become concerning vaginas. She had to admit this 
was one of the better specimens. Granted she'd handled some larger ones. She 
had also handled some thicker ones, but she had to admit this one was a 
perfect balance of length and thickness. 

Her small, pulsating breasts, standing so firmly in front of her, pushed 
forward even more as she raised her body higher, breaking contact with his 
mouth and almost smothering him as he leaned her lovely breasts against his 
face to gain support in the awkward position they were in. 

Still holding the biology professor's throbbing prick very firmly in her two 
hands, the lovely brunette leaned back. The side of the desk was directly 
behind her, and she was able to position her buttocks on the edge of the 
desk, pulling the man to a half-standing position, out of the chair as she 
moved. He spread his legs to better maintain his balance, and his fingers 
trailed loosely down both sides of her curvaceous hips, caressing them with 
loving adoration. 

Elaine, with a small, almost whimpering gurgle of desire, continued to run 
her cool and slender womanly fingers up and down the full length of the 
underside of his throbbing cock, teasing the organ until the long, thickened 
penis began wildly jumping and pulsing in her hands. It took her almost no 
time to learn every last inch of the man's body, and each time her fingers 
returned to the length of cock standing out from his groin, she felt the 
same, overwhelmingly terrific thrill. It was as if it was still impossible 
to believe that she had finally managed to come together with this man she 
had coveted for so long. 

Their totally naked bodies were completely and clearly outlined by the moon 
as they half-stood, half-sat before the large picture window, but neither of 
them gave any thought to it. The only thing lodged in their minds at that 
moment was to somehow quench the burning flames that now deeply burned in 
his throbbing prick and her squeezing cunt. 

As she continued playing with the professor's cock, Corey began digging his 
fingers into the soft flesh of her lovely tan breasts. Each was just about a 
handful. He palmed the nipples, rubbing them until they grew large and hard 
beneath his caressing touch. The jelly-like flesh of her small, but firm 
breasts excited and aroused him beyond belief. 

Elaine -liked nothing better than to have a man handle her roughly without 
actually hurting her. She moved against his hands, letting him know she 
wanted him to maul and squeeze her breasts. He fondled each nipple until it 
grewlarge and stiff beneath his fingers, becoming fiercer and more violent 
in the way he caressed her, making the delightful pleasure in her mount 
higher and higher. He squeezed his fingers almost ruthlessly into each 
tanned globe, pulling and stretching them as if they were pieces of putty. 

The man's continuing manipulating thoroughly delighted and thrilled Elaine. 
She knew she was in the hands of a master, and she began probing with her 
tongue, delving it deep into his sucking mouth. She began hungrily kissing 
him again and again, slurping his saliva into her mouth, while letting her 
own dribble down her chin, letting it fall onto his lap. She began kissing 
him all the more urgently now, rubbing her hungry lips fully against his, at 
the same time solidly gripping his throbbing cock with a wickedly fierce 
determination. She squeezed it so tightly, Corey wondered if she might cut 
off the blood flow and force his cock to shrivel, but no, she seemed to know 
just how hard to pressure his cock. 

She used her left hand to rub the tips of her fingernails over his throbbing 
penis, provoking the man into a deeper frenzy of aroused passion than 
before, making the penis twitch as if it were all set to explode. For a 
moment she was afraid she had gone too far too fast, and she was going to 
have her groin inundated with his sperm. 

Corey brought his anxious right hand down to the tender softness of her 
waiting vagina, feeling the way it nestled seductively between her slenderly 
graceful thighs. He parted the soft fur muff very gently and began working 
his middle finger slowly into the tenderly warm, moist pinkness, gently 
massaging the slick labia, then moving his finger around and around, softly 
squeezing his thumb and finger open and shut around the spongy softness of 
her tenderly quivering vaginal lips. 

The beautiful Elaine began to sigh and moan softly, writhing and wriggling 
her body because of the wonderfully delicious way the man was massaging her. 
He continued stroking her cuntlips, and she responded by rubbing her hands 
over the thickness and length of his shuddering cock, coaxing heavy droplets 
of colorless ointment to seep from it. Lubricated by these falling drops of 
oil, the lovely brunette pushed her finger under his balls and began feeling 
through the crack between his asscheeks for his puckered rectum. She 
fidgeted tenderly around the tiny opening and gave the handsome college 
professor a delirious sensation of sheer, totally obscene delight. She moved 
her other hand up to the nape of his neck, caressing all the sensitive areas 
there, knowing only too well with so many other men how touching there would 
excite and thrill a male. 

The combination of his asshole being probed and his neck being massaged got 
to Edwin Corey, igniting him to a higher, more fevered pitch of thrilling 
excitement and aroused inner lust. His own hand began moving that much more 
furiously, massaging and probing and delving into the lovely brunette's 
trembling pussy. Slowly but surely he was building her into a bundle of raw 
nerves and unreleased tension. 

Elaine began uttering a series of low, gasping moans. She pressured his body 
with her knees, making him move around on the desk until his back was to the 
window. Then she reached out with her feet and pressed them against the 
edges of the panes of glass, hoping they would hold. Her cunt and lovely ass 
were all the more widely exposed to his hungering gaze, and the moonlight, 
coming over his shoulder, lit up the area, making him even more hungry for 
her. Her wet, pink opening looked almost white in the moonlight, but it was 
plainly as juicy as any man might hope for, and Corey saw she was as ready 
as possible for the length of his cock. 

The professor moved his hands upward, rubbing her body for a moment, then 
placing his palms against the backs of her thighs. He proceeded to rub 
firmly upward, letting his working fingers mold and shape themselves to the 
flaccid texture of the lovely brunette's rounded asscheeks. The sexy 
buttocks tilted obediently, moving whichever way he chose to move them, 
docilely obeying the constant pressure of his hands. He fitted his strong 
thumbs into the deep cleft which curved beneath each rounded buttock, while 
he kept the remaining fingers spread over the slick surfaces of her gluteal 
mounds as he pressured his thumbs upward. 

The pressure caused the placid globes of delightful ass-flesh to open under 
his constant fondling, revealing the tiny brown pucker of her asshole, 
looking almost black because of the silver moonlight shining on it. Still 
holding her lovely asscheeks so that the delightful cleavage between them 
was widely revealed to his eyes, he gently pushed the lovely lady back so 
that she lay on top of the desk. He lowered his face and began delving with 
his tongue into the seething, sucking opening of her searing pussy. It 
thrilled Elaine, making her squeal and wriggle. 

The oral probe continued licking forward, the pointed tip pressing wetly 
against the tiny bud of her tantalizing clitoris. She writhed on the desk, 
small mewls and gasps of delighted pleasure escaping from her slightly 
parted lips. 

"Mmmmm . . . uuuunnnnhhhh . . . yesssss . . . aaaaHHHHhhh . . . that's the 
wayyyyyy . . . don't stop sucking.. . lick my pussy.. . ahhhhhh.. . love 
it.. . love it.. . love it.. . keep on sucking.. . yesss . . . ohhhhhhhh . . 
. so good . . . so good.. . . " 

She moaned again and again through the sensations of desire constantly 
building up deep inside her shuddering belly as his tongue continued to 
circle deep inside her sodden feminine swamp with the pointed tip flicking 
against the tantalizingly wet, sensitive walls with wild, frenzied 
movements. 

The odor of her flowing pussy juices filled his quivering nostrils with a 
sharply pungent aroma. Lord! She smelled good, this one. It was more than 
using the right douche. Her natural odors were so delightful, so arousing, 
so thrilling, he was unable to control himself in any way. 

With his lancing oral organ, the man licked solidly against her perineum, 
and then let his tongue drift into her asshole. This, like her cunt, was 
tasty and clean. The tight little opening seemed to quiver and clench 
tightly against the droolingly wet tongue, but Corey persisted, his hands 
still gripping her asscheeks, tugging them wide apart, and eventually he 
succeeded in worming an inch or two of his tongue into the tightly narrow 
passageway. 

While he explored with his tongue inside the thrillingly exciting erotic 
area of the lovely woman's anus, his pressuring thumbs were still at work, 
moving up to the trembling lips of her seething pussy, playing with and 
fondling the pink lips. Then he plunged the both thumbs as far into her 
seething cunt as he was able to drive them. Inside, she had become a 
cauldron of fire. 

His back was starting to ache in the bent-over position, and so, without 
actually taking his mouth from the dripping aperture of her asshole, and 
without once losing the rhythm of the way his thumbs stroked in and out of 
her cunt, the handsome college professor moved to his knees and leaned 
across the desk, propping his upper body up on his elbows as he used his 
forearms to force the beautiful brunette's slender thighs even farther 
apart. 

By now, Elaine was a quivering mass of uncontrolled emotions, her entire 
shuddering body trembling, a mass of wildly shuddering spasms. Her head was 
so far back on the desk, it now hung over the edge, and her short black hair 
swished from side to side against the front panel of the desk. Her movement 
had caused all the clothing she had dropped on the desk to fall to the 
floor. 

The heatedly smooth, delicious flesh of Elaine's steaming vagina was so 
delightfully soft and tender, that Corey once again returned to it. Tasting 
it made him wild with desire for her, and he began dribbling lubricant from 
the tip of his penis as if he had a river of the oil inside him. A lot of it 
fell to the expensive carpeting, but fortunately, when it dried, it would 
disappear without a trace. 

The urge to shoot then and there almost shuddered through the man. He shut 
his eyes tightly until the overpowering urge settled back inside him. He 
managed to fight the spasm and bring it under control, panting almost 
desperately. 

Now he concentrated his attention completely on the beautiful brunette's hot 
vaginal pandiculation, staring at it in the moonlight, seeing how pale it 
looked, wondering how much richer the pink of her vaginal interior would 
look under normal light. Pale or rich, the shape and tightness of the cunt 
had him entranced, and he had to admit her pussy was beautiful. As a 
connoisseur of cunt, he felt qualified to decide if a woman was 
well-constructed, or not. Some women had cunts that were too tight. They 
looked almost mean, and very scrawny. Other women had cunts that were too 
large, or the opening was too egg-shaped instead of round. But this woman, 
ah, this woman had a perfect cunt, not just for her size, but simply a 
perfect cunt for his cock, no matter what her size. 

His lancing tongue worked its way around and around inside the tight 
opening, sucking her juices, tasting her soft flesh and licking at the 
membranes just behind her inner lips. He was thrilled to feel another sudden 
rush of soaking cunt oil escaping from her vagina and inundating this mouth. 

If he had this woman judged correctly, and by now Corey was almost positive 
he did, she had just had a minor orgasm. There were some women who would 
give their eyeteeth to have something like this, but to a woman like this, 
this kind of orgasm was trivial, minor, almost unimportant, helping to build 
her toward bigger and better climaxes. He had met a few women who had a 
multiple series of climaxes, and he was certain Elaine was one of them. She 
had barely stiffened her buttocks, this time, but when her earthshaking 
orgasm finally overpowered her, she would probably batter a hole through the 
desk. 

Corey continued to hungrily lick and suck at her drooling vagina, deriving 
tremendous pleasure from doing it, knowing how much the lovely woman enjoyed 
it, herself. This was one special woman, and before he took her home, he 
intended getting a full measure of satisfaction from her, while giving as 
good as he got. 

She was wildly rotating her lovely asscheeks around and around in a steadily 
grinding rhythm, trapping his nose between her lovely, pouting labia, then 
rubbing them lewdly and sensuously together. 

He lapped her drooling pussy for a long, long time, then let his hungering 
tongue return to the tightness of her little rectal opening. But now the 
time had come to get down to the main event, and he was unable to wait any 
longer. 

He sat back in the executive chair with the arms and pulled her forward. His 
massive cannon seemed to stick into the air at a forty-five degree angle, 
ready to fire its bubbly load. Gracefully the beautifully lithe brunette 
positioned herself above him again. 

Corey reached forward, pulling on her asscheeks, bringing her closer and 
closer to him. She leaned forward, pressing her hands flatly on his 
shoulders, feeling the tip of his cock wispily brushing against her 
quivering cuntlips. Her face was alight with the expectant rapture she knew 
she would receive once he was buried inside her. Her oral lips were pursed 
in a wet, rounded oval shape, with tiny wisping groans softly escaping from 
the narrowly pink tunnel inside her mouth. 

It was very rare that Elaine found a cock to really satisfy her. Usually, 
most penises entered her and stroked in and out of her for awhile, and she 
had a few minor satisfactions, but never achieved the really big one. Before 
she had an opportunity to really come, the cock was firing a white cannonade 
inside her. Somehow she knew tonight was going to be different. She was with 
a man who apparently knew how to control his sperm, at least long enough for 
her to achieve her own ultimate pleasure. 

She was squatting above his throbbing penis, defying not only her husband, 
but all those inferior cocks that had fucked her prior to tonight. Yes, she 
knew tonight she was in for something extra-special. 

Lifting her lovely head, the muscular cords in her tan neck straining and 
stretching, almost turning white because of the pressure, she turned her 
head and looked deep into this man's smoldering eyes. Even though her own 
head blocked the moon from shining on his face, his eyes seemed to shine in 
the dark. 

"Okay!" she told him, "here we go. After all, this is why we came here in 
the first place, isn't it?" 

"You'd better believe it," Corey grunted beneath her, and then she slowly 
sat, working the upstanding length of the hot cock deeper and deeper into 
her sucking interior. She was groaning, begging for more, but still sitting 
very slowly, wanting to enjoy every last inch of his penetration into her 
seething cunt. His shuddering cock slid into the tightness of her steaming 
pussy feeling just the right amount of delicious resistance, and Elaine, in 
turn, eagerly absorbed the throbbing penis, loving the feel of the muscular 
organ slipping into the tightness of her. 

A surge of fantastic sexual delight and gratification charged through the 
shuddering body of the sitting Edwin Corey as he slowly continued feeling 
his cock penetrate deeper and deeper into the lovely Elaine's tightly 
throbbing cunt. The two seemed to fit one another perfectly. Christ! It was 
almost as if her cunt had been designed to fit on his thick length of cock. 
The beautiful brunette sat her body lower and lower, swallowing more and 
more of the throbbing cock inside the heatedly tight tunnel of her 
seethingly bubbling, almost effervescent cunt. Her muscles were 
automatically working, tightly clamping down, then easing up, continually 
stimulating the professor's senses with indescribable thrills of inner 
delight. Her hands ran over his almost-hairless chest, her nails stroking 
the flesh lovingly, her fingertips running over his small, masculine nipples 
as her large brown eyes stared into his. Her cheeks were hot, red, flushed 
and excited with a wildly overpowering, burning desire. 

She twisted her lust-gyrating hips again and again, moving her body sharply 
against his up-thrusting haunches, wanting to feel the thrilling penetration 
in every inch of her tightly demanding vagina. 

"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" the handsome professor gasped, feeling the wonderfully 
exquisite softness of Elaine Carter's inner, pulsating vaginal muscles. He 
looked down between their bodies, the sight of his throbbingly solid shaft 
of penile flesh buried all the way inside her, and the sight increased the 
sensations burning inside him two-fold. He thrilled to the delicious warmth 
of her gurgling pussy juices frothing inside her, and flowing around the 
length of his pulsating cock like freshly made whipped cream as she 
continued to expertly tighten and loosen her vaginal muscles around the 
plunging organ. Her tight cunt pulled on the penis, stroking it with a 
clutch far tighter than any fist. Her thighs locked themselves around his 
waist in a death grip. 

Corey flexed the muscles in his buttocks, his head tilted back a little in 
the chair, and he watched her as her head hung forward, lolling limply from 
side to side, her eyes now two smoldering white coals of burning lust. She 
was fantastic. 

Elaine shuddered, inwardly feeling the throb of his cock react inside her 
slithery channel, and she began bouncing her vagina all the more furiously 
up and down while seated in his lap with her legs draped over the arms of 
the chair. Her teeth were tightly clamped together from the tremendous 
strain of the wonderfully delightful and thrillingly obscene sensations she 
was feeling as his cock drove into her again and again. Leaning forward, she 
pressed her small, firm breasts into his body, and gripped the arms of the 
chair all the more tightly with her knees. Her arms were around his 
shoulders, squeezing him tightly as she slammed her fulcrum even more 
solidly against his lap, feeling his hardness nail itself even more deeply 
into her sucking pussy. 

"Uuuuuunnnnn . . . ggggghhhhh! Yessssss! It'sssss . . . unnnnhhhh . . . 
s-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . gooo-ooooood. . . " he gasped, enjoying their lewd 
salacious fucking all the motor because it was taking place in front of the 
picture window in his apartment before an unseeing world. They would never 
know the sight they were missing. 

Corey, his eyes narrowly dilated as if in some kind of hypnotic trance, slid 
his hands lower, delving under her buttocks, cupping them in his hands as he 
planted his feet flat on the floor and drove his cock straight up into the 
tight wetness of her sucking pussy. His fingers dug themselves deeply into 
the two globular gluteal mounds of soft flesh as his fingers continually 
kneaded them, pulling on them and stretching them apart with each wildly 
fucking upward thrust as he drove his cock more and more wildly into her. 

Elaine responded immediately, clamping her thighs all the more tightly 
around the arms of the chair as she slammed her hot cunt down again and 
again. She felt a power in her as she always did at such a time, and she was 
certain she was eventually going to crack the chair arms with her strength 
as she levered herself up and down again and again and again. 

Corey worked his finger into the narrow crevice between her asscheeks, 
searching again and again with the tip of it for the tightly throbbing 
crinkle of her asshole. A driblet of oozing pussy liquid was slithering down 
across her perineum, and sliding into her anal crevice, lubricating his 
fingertip. Another droplet came oozing down, moistening her narrowly tight, 
puckered asshole, lubricating it slightly as he probed experimentally with 
the end of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then 
suddenly the tight elastic ring surrendered completely and his finger slid 
in slowly, moving deeper and deeper until it was in to the first knuckle. 
She lurched forward, lying against him, her legs working up and down against 
the air, trying to gain a purchase on something, but unable to do so. The 
probing of the finger hurt a little because she was still trying to squeeze 
her sphincter around it. 

"Uhhhhhhnnnhhhhh!" she gasped into his ear. "Ohhhhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes . 
. . do it! Hurt me a little! I like this kind of pain! Hurt me!" 

In spite of the fact that he knew he was hurting her a little, Corey became 
aware of the rotating motions of her asscheeks as she pushed back on his 
finger, and little by little the digit pushed upward, sinking deeper and 
deeper until it was in to the palm of his hand. He moved the finger around 
inside her, continually rotating it in the tight, fleshy depths of her 
rectal opening. He was able to feel through the thin, membranous wall 
separating her cunt from her rectum, and his finger sensed the pressure of 
the underside of his cock as it continued sliding in and out of her. He used 
his free hand to hold her buttock, lifting her up and down, moving her body 
between his cock and his finger, maintaining an equal pressure in both 
tunnel as she continually slammed herself down as hard as she was able to on 
top of him. Her asshole was tight and dry, and his finger massaged the 
squeezing walls, and the tight pressure within caused her to abruptly jerk. 
Then she was totally caught up in the rhythm again, and opening her legs 
nice and wide around him, gave him even greater access to her womanly cave 
as she bounced up and down on the thick prick continuing to ravish her tight 
cunt while his finger kept on digging into her asshole. 

Corey was aware of his throbbing cock continuing to expand and swell inside 
the tightness of her body until it felt as if it was going to suddenly 
explode and burst from the exquisite pleasure continually building in his 
throbbing balls as they slapped solidly against her asscheeks, above. He 
knew it wasn't going to be much longer now. She was an astounding woman, 
building him to the peak where he was no longer able to restrain his orgasm. 
Hell! He just wanted to make sure she came. 

Corey began moving even more wildly now, ramming his throbbing cock into her 
with long, hard, seething strokes, keeping perfect time with his finger as 
it continued screwing into the tight narrowness of her shuddering rectum, 
exciting her all the more. Elaine raked her fingers up and down his back, 
urging him to move even more quickly, slamming her asscheeks down on his 
thighs as if she were a jockey urging her mount to go at top speed down the 
last lap of the track. 

"Shove that finger and cock into me all the harder!" the lovely brunette 
grunted at him, her eyes rolling up in her head as her eyelids fluttered. 
She was already behaving as if in the uncontrollable throes of some kind of 
wild fit. 

Corey steadied his feet on the floor, and literally slammed his sweating, 
oily cock deeper and harder into the heated tightness of her clasping 
vagina. He knew she was close to her own peak now, as she continued 
pressuring the arms of his chair between her slenderly beautiful tan thighs. 
Her knees opened and closed again and again in time to the way he thrust his 
cock solidly into her. 

The beautiful brunette was tearing pieces of flesh from the man's back as 
her coal-hard nipples dug into his chest, almost making his flesh bleed 
there, as well. She was struggling now, fighting to reach her culmination as 
the two moved more and more furiously. Her cheek pressed against his as she 
leaned all the way forward, almost in a jackknife position on top of him, 
slamming her sodden twat against his groin again and again. Her eyes were 
rolling like marbles in her head, and her face was contorted and strained as 
she realized the time to come had arrived. 

"AAAAAIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAGGG GGHH-HHHH . . . COMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG . . . 
GGGGGHHHHH HHHAAAAAANNN NN-NNNGGGGG GHHHHH . . . HHHHUUUUU-UU UNNNNNGGGG 
HHHHHHAAAGGGGH-HH!" she bellowed, her mouth gaping wide open in delightfully 
ecstatic abandonment. 

She wrapped her legs around the back of the chair now, forming a circle with 
them around his waist and the chair, her tight, pink, squeezing pussy 
continually battering his cock as he slammed into her again and again. Her 
arms were now tightly locked around his neck, and her mouth was panting into 
his ear as her tongue probed inside, as well. Her eyes were no longer able 
to focus and though they were open saw nothing. 

Another scream was starting to form on the beautiful edges of her delightful 
lips, her teeth now clamping down solidly on his earlobe, gripping it in 
pain-filled ecstasy. Tiny muffled grunts were erupting from deep within her, 
punctuating the rhythm of her pulsating cunt as it slammed down against his 
throbbing cock. Her slender nostrils now flared out madly as she continued 
to uninhibitedly screw herself against the probing length of his rock-solid, 
burningly heated cock, locking herself against him with all the strength of 
her clamping thighs as her wet pussy continued spasmodically jerking itself 
against his cock. 

"EEEEEYYYYYY AAAAAAIIIIIIGGGGG-HH HHHAAAAAANNN NNNGGGGHHHHH-HH!" she 
shrieked again, her voice so shrill it almost shattered the huge picture 
window behind her, floating as it did through the room. 

After the next series of explosions, she held her breath for what seemed 
like an interminable eternity, and then finally expelled it as though she 
had been trapped under water, her lungs bursting from the prolonged pressure 
before she was finally able to let it go. 

He realized there was no way on earth for him to move her at that moment as 
she lay very still on top of him, save for the uncontrollable quivering of 
her seething cunt still firmly locked around his aching, throbbing length of 
hard cock. His penis was buried as far as possible inside her dilated cunt 
as she lay there, resting, panting, unable to move. 

Little by little strength began returning to the lovely Elaine. She felt the 
thickness of his hard cock locked inside her and realized the man had not 
yet had his own satisfaction. 

Sliding off him, she lay down on top of his deak, her body supinely flat, 
her head so far back it was hanging over the far end of the desk. Her mouth 
hung loosely open as she greedily sucked air into her lungs again and again. 

Corey felt the cool air rushing across his slickly wet cock, and he knew he 
had to do something to satisfy himself. Just looking at the lithe body 
stretched out on his desk made his cock hurt that much more. 

Standing, managing to escape the confines of the swivel chair, the professor 
stretched his tortured muscles as his rock solid penis stood straight out, 
at full attention at a forty-five degree angle away from his body in 
shudderingly stiff erection. He leaned forward and ran his hands over the 
delightfully gorgeous curves of her lush body. As he did so, he began moving 
around the desk, first to the side of the desk, then to the front of the 
desk where 

Elaine's head still dangled, upside down as if helpless with exhaustion, her 
beautiful lips still parted, a series of sighing sounds flitting from 
between them. 

The man's hungry eyes locked on the full sensuousness of her delightful 
lips, still muttering nothings into the open air as she continued drifting 
down from the peak of her fantastic orgasms. Her parted lips were wet and 
shiny because her tongue had constantly played over them again and again as 
she had fucked herself against the driving cock. She lay there as if 
suffering, yet Corey and she knew she was not suffering in the slightest as 
her head dangled awkwardly. 

He tangled his fingers into the short, black locks of her hanging hair as he 
lifted her head a little so that her lovely parted lips were on a level with 
the swollen head of his nard cock. He intended shoving every last little 
inch of his long, thick cock between them. The mere idea of that lovely, 
soft, warm mouth wetly closing around his prick caused his penis to jerk, 
and only the strongest willpower kept him from shooting his penile juices 
all over her face and upraised breasts. 

Elaine's eyes grew wide with aroused excitement as she realized just what it 
was this man intended doing. Men loved blowjobs, but they usually either 
asked her, or waited for her to make the first move. This was the first man 
who took it for granted that a woman as expert as she in fucking, would be 
just as good when it came to sucking. There was a lasciviousness about this 
that she was enjoying far and away more than anything she had done with 
previous lovers. Her pursed lips were a bare inch away from the tip of his 
swollen penile head, and she parted her lips that much more widely, 
breathing heavily against the outstanding organ, allowing her burning breath 
to flow over the hot cock with a maddening breeziness. 

Elaine was signifying her willingness to suck his cock. It was all Edwin 
Corey needed. 

"All right, honey, suppose you start showing me just how good you are at 
sucking," he moaned in anguish above her. 

The man's thrilling words excited and aroused her. She felt his burning eyes 
taking in the delicious sight of her beautiful body, enjoying her helpless 
nakedness, and it thrilled her to know that even in such a satisfied state 
she was able to arouse any man looking at her. 

Her pink tongue suddenly flicked out like that of a cobra, the tip coming 
into seething contact with the rubbery head of his bloated cock. She began 
laving the penile organ, the pink oral organ now continually circling the 
smooth flesh of the rubbery head as the professor sighed and groaned, 
twisting and turning above her from the wickedly cruel teasing to which she 
was subjecting him. Her tongue continued to flick wildly at the throbbing 
penis, leaping hungrily out from between her beautiful white teeth. She then 
began to lick very rapidly at the tiny slit in the throbbing penile head. A 
thin string of lubricant seeped from the penis and attached itself to her 
upper lip, stretching across her open mouth. She strained, trying to bring 
her face closer to him, the muscular cords in her neck standing out as she 
now tried hard to suck the throbbing penis between her lips, and when she 
realized she was, as yet, unable to do this, she frantically reached up and 
grabbed his balls with her right hand, tugging on them, forcing him to come 
forward, pulling the long, thick cock into the tightness of her sucking 
mouth until the head was pushing against her tonsils. 

Closing her eyes, she relaxed her gullet to keep from choking, and sucked 
furiously. Corey's throbbing, swollen prick was now rammed deep inside her 
lovely mouth, and she felt the rubbery penile head rubbing the full length 
of her tongue as it sank deeper and deeper into the throbbing tightness of 
her lovely throat. Drool filled her mouth, but because the thick pole 
clogged so much of her oral cave, it came dripping out, running along her 
cheek to her temple. Christ! His cock felt as thick as a barber pole in her 
mouth. 

He began a slow, rhythmic fucking tempo of his loins and cock, pushing his 
penis deeper into her face. Elaine, in turn, began sucking furiously, 
swishing her working tongue with a delightful thrill around and around the 
length of the pulsating cock, now protruding like a giant, impersonal 
telephone pole from between the oval shape of her lovely lips. 

Corey was sighing and groaning almost incoherently, his brain wildly 
swirling above her delightful tossing head as he pressed his hands firmly 
around her bloated cheeks. He had waited to come long enough, and now he was 
going to fire an entire stream of white-hot, burning semen down her throat, 
feeling the thrill of her tongue and lips working around his cock as his 
juices seeped into her belly. 

He began pumping his throbbing cock in and out of her lovely, sucking mouth, 
pumping at the rounded, open hole formed by her delightfully sensuous, 
sucking lips. It was as if more than his cock was sliding between her white 
teeth. It was as if his entire body was pushing its way into the heatedly 
wet cavity into the warmth of her deep throat. 

Corey felt the mounting pressure continuing to build in his throbbing 
testicles as his scrotum slapped against the bridge of her nose. All the 
while she continued sucking on the throbbing organ in a heated passion. The 
pull of her lips inflated his swollen cock to a thickness he had never 
known, before. 

It was becoming too much for Corey, and he hoped his knees wouldn't buckle 
before he came. He was so close, now, so close. 

The semen in him was building, and he knew there was no way on earth for him 
to keep it under control, now. He began jerking his throbbingly powerful 
cock forward, as the heated white sperm, lying in wait in his balls, now 
began boiling and bubbling, moving through the tubes connecting his 
testicles to his penis, and then through the length of the long urethra in 
the underside. Then it was spurting from the tip of his cock, into her 
sucking mouth as he shoved the full length of his organ as far into her oral 
cave as was humanely possible. 

"OOHHHHHHHHH . . . YYYEEEEAAAAHH-HHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAANNNNGGGGG-GGHHHHHH . 
. . AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGH-HHHHHH . . . UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGH-HHHH . . . 
HHHHAAAAAANNNNNGGGGH-HH!" he bellowed. 

The thrusting cock, digging into her throat, built yet another climax in the 
sucking Elaine, and she groaned beneath him as the initial heated spurts of 
his fiery semen began flooding into her gullet. Much of it she began 
swallowing immediately, though there was so much, the fluid began backing up 
as he continued punching his cock into her throat. Her cheeks were bloated 
with the sperm as her throat continued contracting greedily, swallowing and 
sputtering to keep from strangling on the white, sticky fluid as he 
continued emptying his testicles relentlessly into the depths of her throat. 

He lay on top of her, exhausted for the moment, but his cock was shriveling 
in her mouth. Elaine continued sucking at it gently, until the upside-down 
position became too much for her. She slipped the penis from between her 
lips and sat up. She'd had three good orgasms in the time it had taken him 
to reach one, and after a drink and a rest, there was more to come. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Susan, who had blanked out on the bed after the overpowering orgasm she had 
sustained, was now wide awake. She was still on the same bed, lying on her 
back, her arms bound together above her head, tied to the headboard. She was 
still totally naked, and felt thoroughly ashamed. It was as if a blanket of 
disgrace had been thrown over her, and it was a blanket she would never be 
able to rid herself of, no matter what else she clothed her body with in the 
future. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked, seeing Izzie, now fully dressed, 
walk into the room. 

"Why I'm going to make some money with your body, of course." 

"But I'm no whore," she gasped. 

"Not only that, but you were a virgin until tonight. I took the liberty of 
cleaning your cunt out while you were unconscious, by the way. The men who 
are going to use you want to make certain they get a disease-free woman, 
they, themselves being free of disease and wanting to remain that way. What 
better assurance can I give them than to tell them the truth, that you were 
a virgin until I fucked you." 

"Why me?" Susan asked, tearfully. 

"Because you are quite beautiful when you don't hide behind your glasses and 
no makeup. I notice you have even done your hair differently. Good! You see, 
I've put makeup on you while you were unconscious, and none of the men will 
recognize you as the librarian. After all, none of them have seen you with 
your hair done in the fluffy style it is now, nor have they ever seen you 
with lipstick, rouge, and waterproof mascara. When the last of men is 
finished, I will drive you home. You should get home just about in time to 
change into one of your plain dresses and wash off your old makeup so you 
can go to church and pray for me. After all, when someone does something you 
consider wicked, instead of gaining your revenge on that someone, you show 
what a good Christian you are by praying for that person's soul." 

"Why did I surrender so easily to you, before?" she asked. 

"I put a drug in your tea," he replied. 

"Please, be good enough to do the same thing again, so that my mind is not a 
part of this evil thing." 

Izzie smiled. His mother had given him many different kinds of potions, and 
this time he was going to watch the beautiful redhead react. Giving her a 
tranquilizer would have been foolish. The men who were paying him fifty 
dollars apiece didn't want a woman lying there like a statue. They wanted a 
woman who would react, and besides, Izzie wanted to see her reacting. 

Smiling, he walked out of the bedroom, and she heard him leave the sitting 
room. A minute later he was back with a cup of tea, and in front of her he 
poured the contents of a tiny, quarter-ounce bottle into the tea. 

'This should do the trick," he told her, and held her head up with one hand 
while he held the cup to her lips. She sipped the tea. It was hot, but she 
managed to get it all inside her, and she thought that at any moment now she 
would once again be paralyzed and unable to resist what was happening to 
her. 

When she finished, he took the cup and left. A minute later, he was back. 
With him was Howard Brandwin, the man who collected the garbage from the 
rear of the library. Brandwin was short, about five-feet-six, with 
dark-brown hair, and a hard, unsmiling face with a wicked slash for a mouth. 
He had a firm body from lifting garbage cans all day, but no one wanted 
anything to do with him sex-wise because they figured he probably stank of 
garbage at night, as well as during the day. 

Izzie had made certain Brandwin, who had paid a hundred dollars for the 
privilege of having her by himself, had taken a long hot shower. Not that he 
cared about Susan, but he didn't want Brandwin smelling her up so the other 
men would not be able to enjoy her. 

Susan began praying in fevered anguish for the drug to work as quickly as it 
had that first time, but it wasn't working. She wanted to cover her 
nakedness with a cloak of uncaring indifference but found it impossible to 
do so. 

"Remember," Izzie was saying to him. "There are others waiting. You get 
fifteen minutes alone with her, no more. Whatever you do, I don't want you 
scarring or scratching her." 

Brandwin looked at her and it was immediately obvious that he didn't 
recognize who she was. At the library he always sneered at her, and once had 
even passed a remark to the effect that he wouldn't touch her with a 
ten-foot pole. The look of lasciviousness on his face told her he intended 
touching her with a much shorter pole, right now. His eyes were already 
flickering in appreciation at the delicious white-fleshed feast spread 
before him, bound helplessly to the bed. 

Susan had hoped and prayed the sight of her, helplessly bound to the bed, 
would stir his conscience, and he would untie her and help her make her 
escape before the paralysis took over. One look at Brandwin's lust-filled 
face totally dispelled this hope. Izzie had been clever. He had chosen men 
who were so starved for sex, they would do nothing to aid her. 

The garbage collector removed his shirt, his eyes silently staring at her, 
showing and undisguised rapaciousness clearly visible in his small, narrowed 
eyes. His small chest was covered with lots of hair, as if he were some kind 
of orangutan. She shuddered when he dropped his pants to the floor. His 
short, slender penis, nowhere near a match for Izzie's, came into view, yet 
it was still large enough to frighten her. 

Susan's eyes were bulging in terror, wondering why the drug Izzie had given 
her wasn't working. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, beads of 
perspiration breaking out all over her. 

That was when the drug started working, but not in the way she had been 
expecting. It was frightening. 

The initial piercing warning of the rat-faced Izzie's betrayal came as the 
short Brandwin leaned smilingly over the edge of the bed and began running 
his rough calloused hands over her smoothly white, cringing flesh. 

Susan's reaction was immediate and actually violent. 

A deep, indescribable, uncontrollable electric shock blasted through frayed 
nerve-endings in her quivering body, pricking her like countless thousands 
of sharp needles. All kinds of laughing demons began dancing wickedly along 
the tender softness of her white inner thighs. Her swollenly firm buttocks 
began grinding desperately into the mattress in an attempt to put out the 
heatedly scorching fires suddenly licking hungrily at her helpless 
nakedness. Everything was totally futile. The fire in her roared headlong 
out of control. She lay immobile for another moment, her mind continuing to 
struggle hopelessly against the constant pinpricks of violent sensation 
following the path of the man's fingers digging into the tenderness of her 
alabaster flesh. 

Brandwin continued playing cruelly on, completely unaware of the hopeless 
battle now raging within the agonized woman under his constantly kneading 
hands. He reached out and placed his heavy thumbs on the fleshy lips of her 
outer labia, rubbing the hair covering them, and he began to pull them 
slowly apart. The young woman lay there holding her breath and fighting with 
all her inner moral strength. 

It was not enough. The drug was doing its work well, and her resistance 
shattered. 

Susan groaned, the thrillingly exquisite feeling of cool air rushing over 
the swelling bud of her enlarging clitoris. The sensations rippled up along 
her now quivering belly and then charged into the pink nipples of her 
helplessly throbbing breasts. All kinds of debasing humiliation filled her 
as the garbage-man's hands continually roaming over her helpless nakedness. 
The straining muscles in her thighs loosely relaxed, and her ivory white 
breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breath. 

The man's tongue came out from the thin slash of a mouth and licked 
nervously at his own lips. Small beads of sweat were already forming on his 
upper lip as he stared down at the woman beneath him, watching the gradual 
transformation of her beneath his continually stroking fingers. At the 
moment he didn't understand, nor did he care. All he knew was, he was paying 
good money to get into a good-looking, clean cunt, and he intended getting 
his money's worth. 

He was unable to wait any longer. He pushed her lovely, unresisting thighs 
wide apart with his hands and began to crawl eagerly and hungrily between 
their white slenderness. The demons in her flesh now danced all the faster 
around the pink edges of Susan's shuddering cunt as she felt the bed shift a 
little from the moving weight of the man on it. It felt as if her body had a 
wet, hot tunnel in it that direly needed filling again and again. Her eyes 
locked greedily on the slender little penis dangling from the kneeling body 
above her. 

Suddenly, forgotten were all her vows of chastity. Forgotten was the church, 
and forgotten was the need to spiritually maintain herself. All she needed 
right now was that slender cock, and she needed it more than anything else 
in the entire world as the fires of lust erupted through her body, totally 
uncontrolled. 

Even as her brain rebelled at the face of the horrible man who always made 
snide comments when he came to pick up the garbage, she found herself aching 
to have him inside her, and she kicked her legs out uncontrollably, curling 
her heels around his hips. Izzie had removed her stockings and garter belt 
earlier, and she didn't know why, but inwardly she was grateful. 

Susan jerked forward wildly, pulling the slender man with a grunt heavily on 
top of her writhing, wriggling body. Brandwin guided the thick, 
blood-bloated tip of his cock straight into her throbbing cunt. The 
aphrodisiac Izzie had given Susan had aroused her so much, she was a 
seething swamp of wetness down there, and the penis slid in with just the 
right amount of inner resistance. His weight smashed her down into the 
mattress. He levered himself up, then rammed his slender little rod as deep 
as it would go in her claspingly hungry maw. Because his cock was thinner 
and shorter than Izzie's, it slid into Susan with none of the pain she had 
felt with the German-born motel manager. 

His testicles smacked heavily against the cheeks of her upturned, rounded 
buttocks as his hairy flat stomach pressed heatedly into the yielding 
softness of her smooth belly. 

Susan strained against the ropes binding her wrists, but they held, almost 
cruelly cutting into her wrists, causing her teeth to gnash together tightly 
to drive away the pain she was feeling in her helplessly tortured flesh. She 
wanted to feel the penis deeper. She wanted to tug him even farther into the 
heated quivering of her sucking cunt, but the position in which she was 
bound prevented her from using her nails in his ass in the hope of pushing 
his cock further into her. 

"Deeper!" she hissed at him, her voice barely above a whisper, and so filled 
with lust he would never have recognized to whom the voice belonged. "Fuck 
me, deeper!" 

The skinny little man reached down with both hands and grasped as ass-cheek 
in each, driving his phallus into her to the hilt. As far as he was 
concerned, he was in paradise. 

Not so for Susan. The son of a bitch was too short. 

She groaned and gasped in frustration, splaying her thighs that much wider 
apart in the hope of giving him greater access, thereby enabling him to sink 
a little deeper into her. Nothing helped. 

Almost as if in apology, the heavily sweating garbage man leaned down and 
plunged his slimy tongue into the viscous opening of her mouth, his saliva 
drooling from his mouth into her throat. She sucked at the tongue in a wild, 
uncontrolled frenzy, her aching body caught up in the salacious whirlpool of 
nakedly raw lust she had never known before. His jerking penis pistoned into 
her, driving mercilessly back and forth, bringing gasps of lust from her as 
his scraggly pelvis continually smacked against her crotch, a brutal thud 
resounding through the room each time he pile-drove into her. She moaned and 
sighed again, his penis scraping against the upper wall of her cunt to where 
the brutal pounding was bringing Susan to a fast climax. It wasn't as strong 
as the one Izzie had built in her, but it was a definite orgasm. 

"UUUURRRRGGGGHHH . . . LLLLMMMM . . . NNNOHHHAAARRRGGGHHHH!" she gagged, his 
tongue filling her mouth, and then she was aware of him stiffening above her 
and firing his white-hot sperm into her vaginal channel where it mixed with 
whatever Izzie had been unable to wash of himself out of her. 

Susan buffeted her sodden crotch solidly against the man's pelvis almost 
angrily, tears of frustration running down her cheeks because her aroused 
body had wanted so much more. But his skinny little cock was already 
shrinking, and it fell out of her long before she was able to start building 
the sensations in her again. 

Brandwin rolled from her body, himself fully satisfied. Yeah, she was prime 
stuff, all right, and it was obvious, in spite of the heavy makeup with 
which she was covered that she didn't do this for a living. Shit! He would 
have given his eyetooth to have known this chick or someone like her on the 
outside. Jesus! It would be nice to have a permanent relationship with her. 
But she would never go for him if she ever found out he was a garbage man. 

Fire continued burning in Susan as the short man dressed and left the room. 
She lay there, waiting for the next man, grinding her buttocks in 
anticipation, a slave and a captive to her physical desires. 

Please, please, please, please, she inwardly whimpered. This time let it be 
someone with a cock who knows how to use it. I'm going crazy with need. 

Izzie's head came peering through the partially open door, a wide grin of 
satisfaction splitting his lips as he saw Susan's drugged body wriggling 
totally out of control on the bed. Next time he got a woman in a position 
like this, he would raise his price to a hundred dollars for every man, with 
the first man paying a hundred-and-fifty. He would cut the time down to ten 
minutes, and bring in at least another six men. Still, he had no need to 
complain. An extra three-hundred-and-fifty dollars for four weeks in church, 
not to mention getting the lay of his life, was something he would settle 
for, anytime. 

He saw Susan was totally beyond objecting, now. 

In fact, he was quite certain she would willingly welcome any cock at this 
point. His mother's potions always worked. 

Susan's eyes were brightly glazed. Inwardly, she was afraid because of the 
uncontrollable desire surging through her. She was no longer thinking in 
terms of unconsciousness. She wanted to feel the thrusting drive of a man's 
cock buried deep in her body, her inner channel flooded with great pools of 
sperm. One worry she did not have was pregnancy. Her period was due in two 
days, which meant her ovum for the month had fallen out of her a few days 
earlier. 

Hurry, Izzie, her mind moaned on as if in a drunken trance. Bring me a new 
one. Bring me another one before I break my wrists trying to tear myself 
free. 

Susan didn't have long to wait. The door opened and a man who lived at the 
motel came hobbling in. She had seen him, sitting in the lobby, his crutches 
near him, and she had asked about him. Izzie told her the man lived at the 
motel. He had lost partial use of his legs in an accident, and as a result 
received a disability pension in addition to a regular pension and social 
security. The lust in his eyes told Susan this man, who looked to be 
somewhere in his late fifties, got very little female action. 

Under normal circumstances she would have felt very sorry for him, but under 
normal circumstances she would not have even thought of letting him use her 
body. At the moment, passion was so built up in her, she was beyond caring. 
He was a man, a man with a cock that was able to slice into her burning 
pussy. That was all that mattered. 

He held a wet washrag in one hand, and even before undressing, he took the 
time to wash out her cunt, cleaning it of as much sperm as possible. Then he 
hurled the washrag through the open bathroom door. From the sound, it landed 
in the bathtub. 

Susan was aching for him to get on with it. She wanted to feel his throbbing 
cock buried in her. On her own volition she opened her thighs wide apart, 
pointing the wetly dripping hair lined pussy directly at the grinning 
cripple. She ground her lovely white ass against the bed, rotating it again 
and again, making the lips of her cunt open and close, open and close. 

The lewd invitation had its effect. The man lost no time in tearing his 
clothes from his body, and she was amazed at the facility with which he 
moved, manipulating the two crutches from one hand to the other as he took 
off his clothing. 

The crippled man was one of Izzie's regular customers. Usually he was the 
last to go, when all the others had finished, and Izzie would let him have 
the woman for twenty-five dollars. But the moment he had seen Izzie walk in 
with Susan, he decided he had no wish to wait until she was totally whacked 
out by all the others. Though he was unable to afford a hundred dollars, his 
fifty dollars assured him he was second in line. He had insisted Izzie give 
him a wet washrag to clean out her cunt as he did with all the women he 
fucked. He didn't like the idea of feeling another man's sperm. 

In fact, seeing how relatively unused Susan was, he decided he wasn't going 
to use her cunt at all. He would use parts of her body no one else had 
touched, or at least had made good use of. 

Totally undressed now, he hobbled to the bed, put the crutches aside, then 
hurled his body on top of Susan. Using his arms, he crawled up over her 
wriggling body, letting his asscheeks straddle her belly heavily. The soft 
whiteness of her delightful flesh, brushing tantalizingly against the 
wrinkled sac of his dangling testicles, caused his throbbing prick to 
shudderingly jerk in violent anticipation of what he intended doing. 

Moving forward on her writhing, wriggling torso, he lay his throbbing penis 
in the valley between her upstanding, fleshy breasts. 

Susan was able to see this penis was both longer and thicker than that of 
the man who had used her before, and she was anxious to feel it in her cunt. 
But the man had other ideas. 

He cupped a hand on either side of her quivering breasts and began pushing 
the two solid monuments tightly together. He trapped his awakening cock 
solidly between them. He had never tried this before, and it was something 
to be tried. There was no way for this woman to stop him, with her arms 
bound over her head. 

Susan gasped and wriggled. Damn it all, she needed him inside her, not on 
top of her, like this. She did her best to writhe and squirm on the bed, but 
the man merely rode with the movement of her body. 

"Please, Mr." she begged. "Whoever you are, don't do it this way. Do it the 
right way." 

Her voice was weeping in frustration as she looked down between her full 
breasts and watched the red, swollen bulb of cock-head growing between her 
tightly clamped-together breasts. She felt everything beginning to throb 
again, and was especially aware of the vellication of his penis. The mere 
touch of it sent hot washes of bursting fire racing to the quivering slit of 
her tantalizing, palpitating cunt. 

"Oh no!" she continued to beg. "Do it the right way. Stick it in my cunt! 
Fuck me, please!" she begged, not the least bit embarrassed to say out loud 
the words she would never have even thought in her mind prior to this 
evening's experience with Izzie. 

The man began a back-and-forth sliding motion, pushing his thick, 
blue-veined penis faster and faster between her straining breasts. Sputum 
was dripping from his puffing, panting lips, dribbling onto her body, 
moistening the way between her breasts, making the passage that much easier 
for the man's rampaging instrument as he continued ignoring her plea's. He 
continued his violently desperate thrusting, moving more and more quickly, 
his heaving breath coming in quick, labored gasps, until, before Susan's 
horrified eyes, he began spewing what was obviously long-stored sperm in 
heatedly sticky spurts over her naked breasts. It ran down her shoulders and 
into the hollow of her throat, soaking the mattress beneath her. 

"Why did you do it this way?" she asked, tears filling her eyes. "It's bad 
enough he has me tied up, this way. Surely you could have been gentleman 
enough to fuck me the proper way and make me feel good." 

Her arms strained to free themselves from the binding rope, but the harder 
she pulled, the tighter the cords bit into her wrists. She wept out loud, 
her body so badly needing what the aphrodisiac was causing her to need. 

When Izzie poked his head in again, she snapped at him, "Send me a real man 
for a change instead of these puny weaklings who don't know how to make a 
woman happy." 

Susan's vagina was a steaming cavern now, and it twitched and vibrated, 
totally out of control. Her body was shortly going to erupt into a million 
particles of loose lava if someone didn't stuff a cock into her in a short 
time. She shouted, praying for deliverance, but not deliverance from what 
was happening to her, but rather deliverance from the anguished lust she 
felt throbbing inside her. 

Susan suddenly gasped and held her breath. When the crippled man hobbled out 
of the room, the doorway was filled by a huge giant of a man. He had to bend 
to keep his head from hitting the top of the door frame. He had light skin, 
but dark brown, curly hair, and it was obvious that in spite of his height, 
he was one of those mild-mannered giants who normally didn't have the 
courage to approach a woman on his own and date her. Not that he was ugly. 
He wasn't. But it was obvious he was the kind of man who simply had no 
confidence in himself. However, having paid his fifty dollars, he felt he 
was now entitled to do to the woman on the bed whatever pleased him. 

Susan's voice caught in her throat at the sight of the giant. Though her 
body was still filled with desire, her mind was filled with fear, and it 
overpowered the desire in her. She was terrified such a man would rip her 
open. 

"Well," Izzie said, poking his head through the doorway. "You asked for a 
man, and you have a man, a really big man, in every respect. What's more, 
the other three are going to watch as he performs. They each paid an extra 
ten dollars on top of the fifty they've already paid to be allowed to 
watch." 

Her mind realized one of her worst fears had been realized. She was being 
put on public exhibition as a whore by Izzie. This was monstrous. 

"Please . . . my God! Not that," she begged. "Surely you wouldn't do that to 
me, Izzie," she pleaded. "I can't.. . I just can't.. . not in front of the 
others, even if they are to use me, afterward. Please . . . please . . . 
don't do this, Izzie." 

"See this?" Izzie asked, brandishing a large, flat belt in front of her 
face. "If you give me a hard time, I'll see to it this is lain across your 
behind until it turns a bright, brilliant red. There will be no marks for 
anyone to see, but you will feel the pain for days afterward." 

Susan shrank back into the mattress. Terror once again crawled through her 
as she realized he would keep his word. 

Izzie watched her sink back into the bed, servile acceptance registering on 
her terrified face. He was contented she would not give him any trouble with 
the threat of having her buttocks beaten. She was a woman totally terrified 
of pain. Turning his head, he motioned with his arm to the others who were 
standing outside the room. 

Susan became dimly aware, through drug-glazed eyes, of all the leering faces 
crowding into the small room that was Izzie's bedroom. There were only three 
other men, but in her churning mind it looked as if the room had been filled 
with nothing but faces. They were horrible, leering men, none of whom she 
had ever seen at the library, but then, none of them looked literate enough 
to read Dr. Seuss, much less any other kind of library book. 

Izzie locked the door, then nodded his head at the tall giant of a man, 
whose name was Ralph. Ralph began eagerly stripping his clothes from his 
sweaty, glistening body. 

When his pants and underpants hit the floor, the three other men, and Izzie, 
all gasped. His giant white cock reared its head up as if it were a separate 
entity and not part of his body. It was as long as a child's forearm, and 
almost twice as thick, or so it looked to Susan. The head on the end was 
like a tightly balled fist. The two great testicles dangling from the base 
gave the impression they were counterweights, and were they not there, the 
head of the penis would probably dip straight down. 

The redheaded librarian jerked her body from side to side as she heard 
murmuring running through the room. Her own shocked gaze was still locked on 
the monstrous shaft pointing in her direction. She gasped in horrified 
terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished disbelief, her 
mouth falling loosely open with fear. 

It just wasn't real! Dear Lord in heaven! The man would more tha split her 
open! He would divide her right down the middle, right to her throat. 
Terrifying visions of her shuddering body torn open like a ripped tin can 
flashed insanely through her horrifyingly cringing mind. No! Izzie mustn't 
do it! Not this! Not this! She had not done anything to deserve this! 

The tall man stepped over to the bed and the crowd closed in behind him, all 
four men wanting to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to 
take place in front of them. Helping hands from either side of the mattress 
reached out and clamped on Susan's ankles, pulling them wide apart with 
brutal force. Her delicate pink slit, nestling in the soft nest of red pubic 
hair, burst into full view for everyone to see. The four men, Izzie 
included, strained closer to get a look at the sweet palpitating treasure 
about to be plumbed. Two other pairs of overanxious hands reached out and 
began pulling and tugging at her breasts. Izzie, himself, was mauling her 
right breast. 

The huge man slowly climbed between the helpless woman's widespread thighs. 
The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed, pulling 
them back, back, back, until her toes were touching the headboard over her 
head in a great V about four feet apart. 

Susan's face was wickedly contorted in anguish, and every muscle in her body 
felt as though it were stretched beyond any and all human endurance. The 
flat plane of her soft hair-covered pussy was now presented to the kneeling 
Ralph in delightfully wanton sacrifice, and he grinned from ear to ear, 
taking off his glasses and handing them to Izzie, who put them on a nearby 
night table. The cunt at which he was staring was his to plunder at will. 

He smiled down at the helplessness of it. His lips were bared back over the 
white ivory of his teeth in unbridled licentious desire. He began stroking 
his immensely throbbing cock with two hands in greedy preparation for the 
assault on the helplessly upturned cunt in front of him. 

The huge man, on his knees, swayed from side to side like a cobra watching a 
flute player. His glistening flesh shone in the bright light of the bedroom, 
glistening all the more because he was covered with perspiration. 

On his knees, the giant shuffled forward very slowly, his pelvis and great 
bulging penis shoved out and quivering like the body of a wild limbo dancer 
caught in the hypnotic throes of some kind of primeval voodoo ceremony. 

Susan, staring between her breasts and wide-split thighs, watched in awed 
and helpless terror the writhing torso advancing closer and closer to her 
helpless aperture. She was unable to turn her eyes from the gigantically 
monstrous instrument that would momentarily cleave through the tightness of 
her hot cunt in a vile and vicious rape. She found herself totally 
hypnotized into utter abject stillness. 

Abruptly, without any kind of warning, the swaying man jerked his pelvis 
back. His head came flashing forward and down in a blurring motion, and his 
pink lips suddenly fastened themselves on the trembling softness of her 
belly. His mouth began sliding down, down, down, and she realized he was 
going to do to her what Izzie had done before fucking her. In almost no time 
his hungering mouth was burying itself in the soft flanges of her tightly 
cringing vagina. 

Using his thick fingers, the giant spread the young, fleshy lips of her 
cunt, and in a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of 
Susan's pulsating clitoris wetly into his hot and hungering mouth. He began 
nibbling at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to 
life from the softness that fear had brought. 

Susan clamped her eyelids tightly shut, trying to close out the thrilling 
whirlpools of delightful sensation that were shooting out of control through 
her shuddering loins. She fought with all her religious inner strength 
against the betrayal of her body. Thoughts of church and of God tried to 
blot out what was happening, but it was no use. No matter how hard she 
tried, the drug Izzie had given her was too powerful, and it was winning out 
over any and every thought of goodness her mind tried gathering. She mustn't 
surrender . . . she mustn't.. . . 

Suddenly the tall man's long tongue was snaking forward, burrowing into her 
straining cunt, moving with the speed of a scurrying salamander. Thrilled 
shock after shock rippled insanely up her spine to the base of her skull 
where it shattered in a cascade of wildly shooting bursting stars. Heated 
comments of lust rained down tauntingly over her entire body, and her 
seething crotch began jerking involuntarily forward, and the man's delving 
tongue buried itself as far forward as was humanely possible. Lusting fire 
once again replaced the fear she had been feeling as the tongue, operating 
in conjunction with the drug she had taken totally overwhelmed her. 

Her entire body had become one oversized vagina. Yes, she was a living, 
vibrating, pulsing vagina. 

Her entire being had suddenly become a monstrous cavern with an overpowering 
need to be filled. It had to be gorged and stuffed with hot, fiery flesh. 
Nothing else mattered now; not the church, not her religion, not her 
principles, not even the humiliation she had felt. All that counted was the 
madly flickering tongue as it continually probed into the dampness of her 
heatedly steaming furrow, tracing tiny, round wet circles against her 
shuddering body. 

"Aaaaaannnngggghhhhhh! Yesssssssss! Ohhh-hhhhhh! Lick me there! Someone suck 
my nipples! Bite my cunt! Chew on me down there! Hurt me! Thrill me! 
Yessss!! she begged. 

The tongue slurped long and loud against her vagina, then moved over her 
belly, licking at her breasts, then finally across her neck, her cheeks, her 
eyelids, and her forehead, hot, thick saliva washing her skin. She rotated 
her lust-contorted face around, searching with her open mouth for the huge 
tongue. When she finally found it, she sucked it deep into her anxious mouth 
with a low animal groan. His saliva gushed into her in unimpeded torrents. 
She swallowed greedily, gasping for more. 

Susan's wild crotch ground frantically around below, seeking and searching 
with her gaping vagina for the fullness of that swollen, monstrous pole that 
was going to rip her belly apart. The lust-incited crowd around the bed 
gasped as the massively bloated tip finally found the tiny, narrowly 
pulsating opening. The bullet-shaped tip jostled for a moment against the 
delightful pinkness of the ragged labia, insinuating itself very gently 
between them. Then, with a sudden, violent flick of the hips, the grinning 
tall man forced the blood-bloated tip between the throbbing lips of the 
hair-lined pussy, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the 
bursting point. 

The breadth of the immense cock forced her walls to open wide, and she 
gasped, "Aaaaaannnngggg-ghhhhh!" 

The head sank a cruel inch into the struggling red-haired woman, and she 
desperately began kicking her legs in a maddening attempt to free herself 
and escape the continuation of the punishing impalement. Eager and 
restraining hands gripped her legs, holding them tightly back against the 
headboard. In her wild, unbounded passion of a moment ago, she had 
overestimated herself. There was no doubt, the cock was too big. She would 
never be able to take it inside her-NEVER. It was already splitting her 
spread inner cuntlips, and the pain was becoming totally unbearable. It 
rocketed through her tautly stretched body like sharp, probing acupuncture 
needles. 

The giant man levered himself underneath her on his hands in a push-up 
position and then flicked forward again, his grin widening even more as the 
relentless monster that was his cock slid another excruciating inch into 
Susan. 

"A aaawyyyyyyaaannngggghhhhhh!" 

Another inch! 

"Eeeeyyyyaaaagggghhhh!" 

The hot stale breath of five men-the one fucking her and the four 
onlookers-coursed over her shuddering body as she nakedly perspired and the 
men crowded closer. Their four faces hung over the bed within inches of her 
deliciously straining nudity, as they mesmerically watched this young, 
white-fleshed beautiful red-haired woman being violently fucked and skewered 
like a helpless medieval slave, skewered on the shish of this gigantic man. 

Susan was dimly aware of hands pulling at her full breasts and many fingers 
clawing over every inch of her completely exposed flesh until it felt as 
though she were covered with many tiny crawling animals. Each one seemed to 
be trying to enter her body through her pores. The men around her had become 
one gigantic octopus, with eight arms instead of tentacles, and the fingers 
constantly reaching out and crushing her in her helplessness. 

"N-o-o-o-o . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . no-o-o-o-o.. . . " she began sobbing 
hysterically, tears gushing like geysers from her wide-open, unseeing eyes. 

Her sobbing, struggling protests and continual resistance brought a sudden 
crushing thrust from the overpowering man as he plowed his giant cock 
solidly into the tightness of her suckingly resistant passageway, pushing 
great ripples of soft pink flesh in rolling waves before it. Susan jerked 
convulsively as the huge rod continued racing into the sucking depths of her 
squeezing belly like a runaway locomotive, smashing all things that lay in 
its way. 

The penis had become an uncontrolled monster, worming its way around inside 
her, filling every little crevice in her seething vagina and seemingly 
pushing her inner organs close together, crowding them around her heart so 
she was unable to breathe or move. Thrills began building in her despite the 
pain, and they radiated from her, coming from her mouth, from her nostrils, 
curling around her shoulder, as if ready to strangle her with wanton 
delight. The cock seemed to be tipping her soul from her body and vacuuming 
it through its great length into the body of the giant man. 

Then, everything but the pleasure stopped. Susan realized, with an 
earth-shattering jolt, that Ralph's large pelvis had thudded heavily into 
her upturned crotch. The monstrous sperm-bloated testicles insinuated 
themselves with a shuddering smack into the wide-split crevice of her ass. 

The huge white penis lay buried to the very hilt inside poor Susan's tiny, 
narrow quivering cunt, an ancient impaling stake. 

The giant understood the need for staying still for a moment, and did so, 
allowing her seething interior to slowly but surely adjust to the presence 
of the huge member that was planted solidly in the tender softness of her 
white belly. He looked down at her and watched as the lines in her face 
eased as pain slowly but surely slipped out of her, and her tightly gnashed 
teeth opened in surprised adjustment. 

"OOOOOOHHHAA UUUGGGGHHHH!" she softly sighed in relief. 

He flexed the giant head, and the pressure from within brought an unexpected 
groan from her lips, her teeth re-clenching. He flexed again, and Susan 
moaned again, this time not quite as loud. Little by little, her heated 
passage slowly grew accustomed to the increasing size of the penis. Then he 
began a slow, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his throbbing cock 
solidly into the tightness of her naked crotch, expanding the still-cringing 
walls of her tender vagina until it fitted around his organ like a 
well-tailored glove. 

Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully at what was happening, the faces within 
inches of the gigantic buried member. All of them, including Izzie, were 
amazed that so tight and tiny a pussy was actually capable of swallowing 
something so unbelievably mastodonic. 

Hands from the four men rubbed lasciviously over the moon-shaped cheeks of 
her rounded, upturned buttocks. From the two sides of the bed fingers were 
digging, pulling cruelly, teasing the fleshy lips of her vagina and yanking 
at the hairs surrounding it as if intent on pulling out some kind of 
souvenir. Izzie's forefinger probed under the giant's dangling balls, 
pressing into the tightness of her narrow anus, wanting to make her cunt 
even more narrow and thereby enhance the thrills for the giant even more. 
Susan winced as the finger suddenly popped through the tight, surrounding 
nether ring of her sphincter and dug deeply at the soft, rubbery flesh 
inside. The finger moved around and around and around, expanding the tight, 
tiny hole until the palm of the intruding finger and hand lay pressed flatly 
against her asscheeks. The entire digit squirmed around inside the dry, 
pulsating feminine tunnel. 

Now Ralph, the giant, began a painful sawing motion, pumping his cock in and 
out of the lovely Susan's stretched pussy. He would thrust forward 
mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal, solidly battering her 
pain-wracked body solidly against the sorely abused mattress. The probing 
finger still embedded in the tightness of her rectum joined the slowly 
pistoning penis in a continual, rhythmic fucking that brought groans and 
moans of painful pleasure gushing from the beautiful woman's lips in time to 
the way they were thrusting into her. 

Whatever pain remained was slowly easing out of Susan, and an overpowering 
sensation of thrilled delight took its place, tingling through her 
helplessly impaled body. The shudderingly outrageous debasement and 
subjugation to which she was being subjected brought strange masochistic 
pleasures flooding through her bloodstream. Her hips began to unconsciously 
gyrate in an abandoned rhythm, moving with increasing speed as the cock and 
the finger continued fucking into her again and again. It seemed as if a 
thousand helpful hands were groping at her, and a million leering faces 
seemingly surrounded her. 

"Aaaaaannnnhhhhhh! Yesssss!" Susan hissed, finally. "Fuck me like this! 
Uuuunnnnnhhhhh! Again! Again! Keep fucking me! Yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me! 
Fuck me!" she pleaded, crooning, squirming her body lewdly around what 
seemed like a myriad of hands and fingers that continued crawling over her 
shuddering, tingling flesh. 

Susan opened her eyes and turned her head to the left. Two cocks seemed to 
be staring straight back at her with their sightless eyes. Then she turned 
her head to the right and two more erections were peering at her. 

The four men standing around the bed had pulled out their penises and were 
stroking them over her body in time to the way the giant Ralph was solidly 
plunging into her. There was a long one, a thick one, a stubby one, and of 
course there was Izzie's, which, next to that of the giant fucking into her 
at the moment, was the largest, thickest one she had ever seen. She seemed 
to be surrounded by penises, a virtual prisoner of them, and all the while 
the biggest one of the lot was pushing in and out of her asshole. 

Yes, she was a prisoner, all right, a helpless prisoner, a victim of the 
delicious multiple rape of her vagina and her rectum-trapped between the 
instruments probing into her like some kind of helpless insect. 

"More!" Susan heard herself begging. "Don't stop, now! Fuck me!" she said 
unashamedly, grunting into the stale air above her, continually gyrating her 
upturned buttocks faster and faster, doing her best to keep pace with the 
monstrous pole in her cunt and the nubile finger in her asshole, both of 
which continued drubbing into her like tireless fucking machines. She felt 
the thrillingly long, fleshy objects now dropped into her hands, and she 
realized two of the men, one on each side of her, had pressed his cock into 
her hand. Her fingers wrapped themselves very tightly around them. 

Susan thrilled to the feel of the penises, at the same time feeling the 
pounding penis expanding in her cunt. The pressure seemed to set something 
off inside her, because she felt herself go over the edge then, and she 
screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIIIIYYYYY-YAAAAHHHHHHH . . . HHHH 
AAAAAAAN-NNNNNNNGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAA RRRRRR-RRRGGGGHHHHH . . . 
UUUUUNNNNNGG-GHHH!" 

She hit the top of the rainbow then, exploding into a trillion pieces, and 
then she felt the giant's balls pumping sperm into her tight feminine 
orifice, flooding her with amounts of sperm the like of which she had never 
felt before. He fired again and again, until he was empty. 

The giant man rolled from her body, useless and drained though her form was 
still squirming and she was still pulling on the two penises in her hand. 
The finger in her rectum had slipped out, and another man, the last one not 
to have been touched by her in any manner, socked his cock into her. In less 
than five strokes he came, and then the two penises in her hands spurted 
sperm all over her body. Susan hit another peak, and once again she blacked 
out from the thrills. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was Sunday now, and Susan was in her own home. She had bathed for more 
than two hours, taking the time to douche herself repeatedly. In so doing, 
she had hastened her period, and for that much she was grateful. 

As Izzie had predicted, she changed her "hair style" as soon as she got 
home. She removed the fluffy wig and put it away, almost determined not to 
wear it any longer. Her own short hair had a stylish bob to it, but as far 
as she was concerned, it was sinful to walk around looking attractive. See 
what looking attractive had done to her at the motel! 

Somehow, in some way, she would revenge herself on Izzie. She would make him 
pay for the torment he had put her though. Now that her body was totally 
sated and she no longer felt the need for any orgasmic pleasure, as far as 
she was concerned, what Izzie had done to her was sacrilege. 

She dressed in one of her plain green dresses with the white collar and 
cuffs, and after making certain there wasn't a trace of makeup on her face, 
she put on her eyeglasses, then left the house and walked to church. 

She didn't sit in her regular place that day, but rather sat at the back of 
the church and prayed with tears in her eyes for God to forgive her for 
allowing herself to feel what she had felt. She knew she had been fed drugs, 
but she ought to have been strong enough to overcome such feelings. She 
noticed Izzie didn't bother showing up. He had nailed her. He didn't have to 
keep up the pretense any longer. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

On Monday, Susan returned to work at the library, still acting like her old 
drab, listless self. When Howard Brandwin came by to collect the trash, he 
sneered at her as he always did, and for the first time Susan felt a flicker 
of amusement inside her. If the man knew she was the one he had fucked the 
other night, she wondered how he would react. 

The withdrawal pangs hit her that night. 

When she had gotten home from the library, Susan realized she had an ache in 
her body. She was an intelligent woman, and even though she didn't want to 
admit to herself what it was she was feeling, she knew full well it was the 
desire for sex. She was grateful she had her period. It precluded her going 
out and even thinking about finding sexual fulfillment. Certainly she would 
never return to an animal like Izzie. 

The following day the symptoms within her became stronger, and she found her 
hand shaking. By Wednesday, she was on the verge of a nervous collapse. 
Thursday was the last day of her period, and it took the utmost self-control 
to get through the day. Friday, with her period over, and her penchant for 
cleanliness making certain there were no bloodstains inside her, she knew 
she had to do something about her inner feelings. If she didn't, she would 
go off the deep end. 

She thought of putting on some sort of disguise and walking through the 
different places where she knew men always hung around, but that would be 
bringing herself down to Izzie's level. No, she decided against disguises. 
But once her workday was over and she was home, she removed her wig with the 
pulled back hair tied in a bun, and she combed out her own hair. Since she 
was going to embark on a sin, it made sense to use her own sinful hairdo. 

On the way home she had stopped at a department store and had bought all 
different kinds of makeup. The woman at the store had been kind enough to 
show her how to apply eye shadow, and now she put long-lash mascara on her 
eyelashes, after which she found a lipstick that matched the honey-redness 
of her hair and applied it to her lips. 

Last but not least was the dress she had bought. Though she wasn't actually 
in disguise, she didn't want people to recognize her as the drab librarian 
because of her dress. So she had bought a green, clingy number that exposed 
the tops of her breasts though her shoulders and upper arms remained 
covered. Once again she removed the heavy boned corset she wore at work, and 
she also took off her stockings and garter belt, this time replacing them 
with green-tinted pantyhose with a built-in panty. Then she put on her green 
medium heeled shoes, and she was ready. She still had to wear glasses, but 
she had replied her plain eyeglasses with smoked lenses in cat seye, 
horn-rimmed frames. 

Susan felt sinful leaving home dressed as she was, but she knew the cravings 
of her body were so strong, if she did nothing she would internally explode, 
which would be like committing suicide. Which, then, would be the bigger 
sin? 

Susan didn't like the idea of going to a bar, especially since she didn't 
drink. So she decided to go to a imagine restaurant in the next village. 

That same Friday night, Edwin Corey decided he would rather go to a 
restaurant than a bar. He knew Elaine would be at the bar, and he didn't 
want to run into her again, at least not so quickly. He compared the lovely 
brunette to vintage wine, enjoyed when sipped slowly rather than gulped. He 
had the feeling Elaine felt the same way. Both knew if they went on seeing 
one another regularly, it might lead to entanglements, and Elaine, being 
married, didn't want an entanglement, while Corey didn't like the idea of 
possibly being named co-respondent in a divorce suit. Both had agreed it 
would be a good idea if they met once in awhile, but neither wanted anything 
that would build. 

Dressed in a natty blue suit, Corey parked his TC-3 in the restaurant 
parking lot just as Susan got off the bus and walked toward the restaurant. 
He was the first one inside, but the maitre'd was busy, so he waited. 

I'll 

When Susan walked into the restaurant, every male eye able to see her swung 
toward her. Corey spotted her, and immediately knew who she was. He breathed 
deeply, knowing this was the woman he had always imagined her to be. She 
looked splendid, absolutely splendid. He also noticed she was all alone. 

Walking up to her, he said, "Miss Kane, how different you look when you 
aren't in the library." 

"Professor Corey," she murmured, and her heart began beating all the more 
quickly. 

As far as Susan was concerned, there was no man better for her purpose than 
Edwin Corey. He was a bachelor, so she wouldn't have to worry about sinning 
with a married man, the one thing she definitely wanted to avoid. He was 
handsome, nicely built, intelligent, and able to converse on any subject. 
Yes! He would be perfect for her. 

"Where is your escort?" Corey was asking. 

"I'm alone," Susan told him. 

"By an odd coincidence, so am I. Would you be willing to share a table with 
me?" 

"I feel that I'd be putting you to an expense you would otherwise not have 
had," she said to him. 

"Miss Kane, believe me, it will be a distinct pleasure to assume that 
expense. Please have dinner with me." 

She did. 

Not only that, but she let him take her to a nightclub afterward, though the 
burning in her body was building to intolerable proportions. Afterward, he 
invited her to his apartment. He was almost astonished when she accepted. 

They had talked about many things that evening, including the subject of 
marriage and why neither of them had ever gotten married. 

'The woman I marry," he said, "has to understand me. For instance, she and I 
will probably make love countless times before we marry, because I don't 
want marriage to be a condition of lovemaking." 

Susan stared at the huge bulge in his crotch, and realized all this talk had 
already stimulated the man. She felt her body shudder with apprehension, and 
she knew what was coming. A moment later, when he approached her and removed 
her glasses, she was certain of it when he said, "And what do you want in a 
husband, Susan?" 

"I want to be loved, to be cherished, and I think I'd like him to be 
faithful to me," she said. 

"Fidelity is not something one accepts simply because he or she is married," 
the man told her. "You have to earn your husband's fidelity, making him feel 
there is no need for him to stray elsewhere, no matter how strong his animal 
urges." 

"I understand that," Susan nodded, feeling a little apprehensive. 

"Susan," he said to her, "I want you. I want you so much it's eating me up 
inside. I've wanted you for the longest time, ever since I first saw you in 
the library, but didn't dare approach you because you were behaving frostily 
to all men." 

"I won't be frosty tonight," she told him. "Don't ask me to explain, but I 
have a need. I'm hoping you can gratify that need. Do you understand what 
I'm saying?" 

They talked some more, and little by little the professor dragged out of her 
what had happened to her. When she had finished, he said, "You have an 
amazing capacity to love. Do you know that? Tonight I want to put it to the 
test. You see, there's more than one way you can be gratified. You told me, 
for instance, that because of your time of the month you were unable to go 
out and seek satisfaction sooner than tonight. That's because you're unaware 
you're capable of attaining that satisfaction in more ways than one. Trust 
me, and I'll show you." 

They had been standing in his living room, and now she backed away from him, 
feeling a bit of a chill. She was afraid, afraid of her own inner reactions 
to something new. Perhaps she was afraid of liking this as much as she had 
learned to like what Izzie had foisted on her, initially. 

She turned, wanting to pull away, but before she was able to do so, Corey 
was there, pulling her lissome form against his own, holding her closely and 
pressing her firm breasts into the hardness of his own chest, while his 
pulsating prick, still inside his pants, tried its best to push between her 
slender thighs. The material of his pants pressed against that of her dress, 
and Susan loudly gasped, feeling all kinds of shuddering thrills. The mere 
pressure of his throbbing cock sent now-familiar thrills coursing through 
the beautiful redhead, making her entire body vibrate with lust. Shimmering 
emanations crawled from her trembling, pillarly white loins into the burning 
depths of her belly, as well as filling each of her lovely, firm breasts. 

"Even though I've done things like this before, I'm araid," Susan told him, 
looking at him, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. Then his mouth 
was on her throat, burning kisses against the side of her neck. "I need 
satisfaction," she went on, "and yet I'm so afraid one day I'll be made to 
pay for my wrongdoings, probably by becoming pregnant." 

"Of course you're afraid," Corey said to the lovely librarian. But you 
aren't afraid of doing something wrong. You're afraid of yourself. You're 
afraid because you're learning to enjoy sexual contact, and you keep 
thinking of it as sinful, even though you need it. You know," he said to 
her, "you're a woman who needs to be guided by a man, but you have to pick 
the right man. That's one decision you'll have to make by yourself." 

"I've already made that choice, at least tonight," she said to him. "I'm 
terrified of what I want to do, and yet I know I have to do it. So I'll do 
what you tell me no matter how wrong I think it is." 

"You're a woman who has to be dominated," he told her. "So I'm going to 
dominate you. I'm not going to tell you I love you and fill you full of 
trite phrases. If there is to be love between us, real love, it'll come 
without our having to say the words. So Susan, undress, here and now, in the 
living room." 

Had Corey been a man she didn't particularly like, Susan would have found it 
much easier obeying his command. Because she did like him, she found herself 
even more terrified than she had been with Izzie, because she wanted both, 
love and respect from this man. Still, she had said she would obey him. 

A little unsteadily she slowly began peeling off her dress, and then she 
removed her undergarments, letting him look at her delightfully naked form. 

She stared at him the whole time, noting he, too, was undressing, and when 
he was as naked as she, her eyes automatically went to his penis. It was 
big, at least as big as Izzie's, and probably a little thicker, though it 
didn't quite match that of the giant Ralph. But then, she wouldn't want a 
penis quite that large. 

She looked at his eyes and saw a light burning in them. She knew it was 
lust, but also surmised it was the kind of lust that might develop into 
something more. 

The man stood there, looking at her, finding her a feast for the eyes, a 
total repast. Her pure white flesh from the top of her forehead all the way 
down to the soles of her feet was firm and delightfully creamy, yet it was 
richly hued with pink pigment. Faint blue veins appeared in her full, round 
breasts, making them look even whiter than the flesh on the rest of her 
body. Her nipples were already full because of Corey's continual stare. 

He loved the rich, red curls sparsely adorning the delightful glistening 
pout of her vagina, making her soft outer labia appear to stand out and 
swell even more. Her full, rounded hips curved elegantly out before sloping 
delectably in again. Her loins were solid white pillars of firm, loveliness, 
blending into a perfectly swollen, graceful pair of calves and trim, slender 
ankles. 

The lovely redhead stared at Edwin Corey, her own brown eyes blazing with a 
combination of heady and delightful anticipation, and a certain amount of 
religious apprehension. Even with his shoes off he seemed so much taller 
than she. When he moved a little closer he saw how much richer her own hair 
was than the various wigs she had worn, and she, in turn, was able to see 
some of the gray hairs intermingling with the black hairs on his head. 

"I'm not going to physically pressure you," he told her, "because that's the 
wrong thing to do with any woman. An atmosphere of total trust has to be 
built up between us, Susan. From all that you've told me, we both know what 
a cock can do to you once it's buried inside your cunt. Sure, you can lie 
down somewhere, and I can get on top of you, and I'd make you come, and then 
you would once again be filled with self-recriminations. You have to learn 
to accept climaxing as a natural part of living and not think of it as 
something terrible. You have to do more than merely allow me to fuck you." 

"But I want you to fuck me," she interposed. 

"You have to do more than merely want me to fuck you," he insisted. "Whether 
it be with me or any other man, you must have the understanding that an 
orgasm, no matter how achieved, is not only necessary, but pleasurable. It 
is not a sin as long as no one is hurt in the process. This is perhaps the 
most crucial moment you will ever have in a sexual relationship, because I'm 
going to allow you to back out, now. If you feel that what I'm going to ask 
you to do is too unorthodox, then put on your clothing and simply leave." 

"How do I know what it is until you tell me?" she asked. 

"You don't understand," he said to her. "Sex between two people who want it 
means the total trust of one for the other. No matter what I tell you to do, 
you have to be willing to do it, as long as it doesn't mean physical harm to 
either one of us." 

Susan felt more afraid than ever, now. What horrible things was this man 
contemplating? Yet her body cried out to her for the need for orgasmic 
satisfaction. If she turned away from Edwin Corey, she would be turning away 
from any and every man. 

"No," she finally told him, shaking her head slowly. "No, I'm not going to 
back out of this, no matter what, even though I know this is wickedness and 
sinful in the eyes of God." 

"See what I mean," he said to her. "You keep thinking in terms of sin and 
being wicked. Wickedness is a state of mind, Susan. If you believe something 
is wicked, then it's wicked. If you believe it isn't, then it isn't. You 
have to learn to think for yourself and not allow yourself to be misguided 
by the thoughts of others. You must do more than allow your body to make 
love. You have to unlearn all the nonsense you have allowed yourself to 
learn." 

"I'll try," was all she was able to reply. 

"You'll do more than try if you wish me to make love to you. Yes, Susan, 
this is considered making love when it's between two people such as you and 
I who can readily feel a strong attachment to one another. It is not merely 
fucking. Now come over here," he said to her, motioning her to the large 
sofa in the living room against the left wall. "Sit!" he insisted, standing 
near her. 

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her head limply hanging, still 
inwardly feeling ashamed of the fact that she was so weak, she was 
surrendering to the needs of her body. It was as if she were a tool of all 
those little demons who continually danced around inside her skin. 

"Susan, sweet Susan," the man softly whispered. "The time has come for you 
to think of the penis as something other than an instrument to invade your 
vagina. Yes, you think of it as an invader, and not as something delightful 
and pleasant. To begin with, it's time you made yourself acquainted with the 
penile organ, in this case my penile organ. I want you to look at it, to 
handle it, to fondle it." 

"You mean you want me to hold it in my hands and caress it?" she asked, 
looking up into his eyes. 

"It's a beginning," he nodded. 

She sat on the sofa, momentarily unable to move, and the professor remained 
standing in front of her, waiting for her to unfreeze. The redheaded woman 
simply stared straight ahead until he reached down and removed her glasses, 
putting them on the coffee table. 

Though she wanted it pushed into her vagina, it never occurred to Susan she 
would have to touch the organ with her hands. She found herself unable to 
lift her fingers and touch the throbbing turgidity. She merely sat there, 
afraid to make a move. 

Finally, the professor reached down and took his hand and surrounded hers. 
He moved her palm against the extended length of his massive penis. At 
first, she tried pulling her hand away, but the professor gripped it very 
firmly in his own, carefully wrapping her slender fingers solidly around the 
length of his pulsating staff, keeping his own fingers tightly on top of 
hers. 

Fear made the lovely redheaded woman's lower lip quiver, but the professor 
knew it was only a matter of time before the burning lust in her belly 
reached into her brain and made her want to do this. He knew women, knew 
them very well. He knew this particular woman, for all her hang-ups, was 
still capable of being made over into the kind of wanton female he enjoyed 
so much. He felt no qualms about making her over, because he knew, no matter 
what the future held, she would be better off in the long run, than stuck in 
the rut she was now in. 

He had to admit he enjoyed the thrilling touch of her wrapped-around 
fingers, feeling the way they coolly, vibrantly, tightly clung to the 
fullness of his throbbing, pulsating cock. Hesitation at this point would be 
the worst possible thing. He had to permanently override the horrible fear 
that was still eating away at her in spite of the need she had for 
satisfaction. She was still a fairly young woman, passionate, filled with an 
inner vibrancy. 

Sexual desire was already flaring up inside her seething body, gaining 
control of her to the point where it had brought her here, tonight. It was 
now up to the biology professor to build the searing lambent flame inside 
her into a full-blown upsweeping pyre. Just a little more patience was all 
he needed, and he was a very patient man. 

"Come on, now," Corey softly whispered to her. "Run both hands over the 
organ, squeeze it, feel its inner solidity and outer smoothness. Feel it 
from top to bottom and get used to it." 

The beautiful redheaded librarian trembled when he finally removed his hand 
from hers. She wanted to unwrap her fingers from around the thickness of his 
hard and throbbing penis. It felt white-hot 

Her hand opened and released the pulsating organ, but she didn't take her 
hand away. She kept her fingers hovering over the instrument, and she saw 
him still standing there, not hurrying her. Her fingers were spread wide 
apart, and at this moment she felt confused, not really knowing what to do. 
When she had been with Izzie and the others, everything had been done by the 
men. She had been their instrument of pleasure; They had used her. This man 
wasn't trying to use her. She realized her body had control over her hand, 
wresting it from her brain, and her fingers remained, hovering over the 
length of penis. 

The professor waited patiently during this entire time, and little by little 
Susan began gaining some sort of control over herself. Finally, of her own 
free will and accord, she reached a quivering hand out and touched the 
flaming staff of his cock. First she rested her fingers against the 
throbbing length, and then she eventually moved her hand so that her palm 
was rubbing it. She closed her fingers around it and slid her hand back and 
forth along the top of the heavy phallus, and finally, she slowly and 
carefully tightened her hold around what she thought of as the bole of a 
Sequoia tree. At last she was beginning to understand, hot as the throbbing 
penis was, it would not sear the flesh from her clutching hand. 

"It's hotter than I thought," was all she was able to say. 

"As hot as the interior of your vagina," he pointed out, "which is why you 
never really realized it, before." 

Odd! When she had been under the spell of the aphrodisiac Izzie had given 
her, she had gripped not one, but two penises, one in each hand. She hadn't 
thought about either one of them at the time. Now, with this man, she felt 
so apprehensive. She realized it was because she -liked him. She'd had no 
feeling for those other men. Too, she had been under the influence of that 
drug Imzzie had given her. Right now, she was clear-headed. 

For the first time in her life she studied the male penis. This one was 
different from all those others. The others all had red tops, varying shades 
of red, but red. This one had a purple tip. Each time she squeezed it, she 
saw the organ swell a little more and puff like an adder. 

Softly, gently, very tenderly her stroking hand continued its caressing of 
the massive penis's bloated lavender point. She watched the slit leaking 
colorless ointment, and when it touched her hand she yanked her hand back 
for a moment as if her fingers had been touched by hydrochloric acid. After 
a few moments passed, the lovely redheaded librarian slowly put her hand out 
again, touching more of the fluid continually dripping from the pulsing tip, 
noting how sticky, and yet how slick and oily it all felt. Susan parted her 
fingers and noted how the fluid turned to sticky strings between them. 

She found that as she stroked the penis, more and more fluid came out. 

"I want it inside me, now," she said, looking up at him, suddenly realizing 
the heat in her had built to overpowering heights, totally beyond her 
control. She had to have a climax. 

"That's something entirely up to you," Corey told her. "But I'm not going to 
put it into your vagina, at present." 

"That's where I need it," he insisted, gasping. 

"No!" he told her. 'That's where you learned you were capable of having an 
orgasm, and so you think that's where you need it. Actually, I can probe 
into any orifice in your body, and if I fuck there long enough, you're so 
acutely sensuous, you'll come." 

"What are you trying to say?" she asked. 

"I'm telling you, no matter where you get fucked, you're such a sexually 
endowed woman, you'll have an orgasm." 

"I-I-I find that impossible to believe," she insisted. 

"I'll prove it to you, but I'll need your cooperation." 

"What must I do?" she asked. "See the drop of oil in the tip of my penis." 

"Yes!" 

"Lean forward, stick out your tongue, and lick it off." 

"What?" 

"Go ahead! You'll find it tasteless." 

Absolutely not!" she insisted, sounding aghast at the mere suggestion of 
such a thing. 

"Susan, stop being obstinate," Corey said. "Do it!" 

Suddenly very much frightened, the beautiful redheaded woman leaned forward 
and sniffed at the droplet of fluid on the tip of his penis. Well, it had no 
smell to it. 

Taking a deep breath, she allowed her tongue to reach out and let its tip 
barely touch the little droplet on the tip of his penis. For an istant she 
was afraid to snap her tongue back into her mouth, but when she finally did 
do it, she found no unpleasant taste. 

She found herself smacking her lips, and then her tongue licked out again 
and snapped up the next droplet of oil. Still tasteless, and yet there was 
something about the substance that made her want to lick every little drop 
that now came seeping out. 

"Now that you've taken the first step," Corey told her, "the rest should be 
much simpler." There's more?" 

"Of course," he said. 'The whole object of this is to teach you, you're 
capable of climaxing in places other than your vagina. Now open your mouth, 
surround my cock with those lovely lips of yours, and suck it inside. I want 
you to push as much of it into your throat as possible. I know I'm long and 
thick, but if you totally relax the muscles in your throat, you'll be able 
to do it without choking." 

"I can't do a thing like that," she insisted. 

"You can, what's more you will, and without my forcing you. You see, there 
are nerve-endings in the throat which, when massaged properly, can cause you 
to climax, too. A penis is the one proper instrument for such a throat 
massage. What's more, if you suck long enough and hard enough, and I come, 
you'll find that swallowing the semen will enhance your orgasm all the more. 
This is a truth I'm telling you, Susan, and not something weird in order to 
make you do what you considered a perverted act. If I were to have the 
desire for what you call a perversion, I wouldn't have had to pick you up, 
tonight. I would have had my choice of ten or twelve other available women. 
I want more from you than mere cocksucking. I want you to do it with love, 
because if you do, you'll start to understand the meaning of true physical 
love, and only from such love can the kind of spiritual love you're looking 
for spring." 

Susan trembled, but the fires in her body told her she needed satisfaction. 
Finally, she said, "I want you to make love to me the right way." 

"Certainly," he told her. "Suppose you tell me what constitutes the 'right 
way.' " 

"You know what I mean," she insisted. 

"From what you told me, two different men have already put their mouths on 
your vagina, and you loved every bit of it. Is it wrong for you to put your 
mouth on a pan's penis? Cocksucking is not something you do to simply please 
a man. You do it to please yourself. After all, when I kiss a woman down 
there, I do it as much to make myself happy as to please her." 

"Yes!" she nodded. "I can understand that." 

"Believe me when I tell you, you'll enjoy the sucking as much as you enjoyed 
being lapped. Come now, I wish to feel the wonderfully soft imprint of those 
lovely lips of yours around my stiff cock. It's something that will do the 
both of us a lot of good. Come on, start sucking." 

Perhaps, Susan reasoned to herself, he was telling the truth. Perhaps the 
only real sin was in the causing of pain and discomfort to someone else, as 
Izzie had done to her. All else was simply what one's mind wished to 
believe. 

Granted she was more than a little terrified at the idea of doing what this 
man wanted. He was filling her with trepidation at the idea simply because 
when she came here with him it had never once occurred to her he would ask 
her to do such a thing. He wanted that huge, barber pole of his shoved all 
the way into her mouth, down her throat. But the recollection of Izzie's 
tongue, and the tongue of that giant, Ralph, working through her vagina made 
her body shudder and tingle. 

Edwin Corey had been exceedingly patient until this moment. He had sworn he 
would never use physical violence, especially with a woman like this, but 
staring down at the wavering tip of his throbbing penis, so close to the 
woman's closed lips was driving him to distraction. If she didn't open that 
lovely mouth of hers soon, he'd start pulling on her lovely red hair. 

He calmed himself and decided to try persuasion one more time, saying, "Just 
think of it as a stalk of sugar cane. Suck on it." 

The lovely librarian stared at the thickly pointing penis, noting how it was 
aimed, straight as a javelin toward the closed aperture of her lovely mouth. 
She shuddered, not knowing if she was capable of doing such a thing. She 
leaned close to it, shuddering, then pulled away again, saying, "I can't, 
Edwin. I can't." It was the first time she had used his given name. 

Corey's right hand cupped the back of the beautiful redhead's skull as he 
slowly forced her beautiful face toward the vibrating length of his 
throbbing penis. 

"Come on, Susan," he said in a soft, calm voice. "Let's not waste any more 
time. I want you to start using that pretty little mouth of yours. I want 
you to start sucking so I can fire a load down your throat. After that, 
after you've had your first oral orgasm, we'll rest, and then we'll use what 
you feel are more conventional ways of bringing about your satisfaction. 
Believe me, after the first time, you'll come to love cocksucking so much, 
you'll never be able to make love again without doing it." 

"Please!" she sobbed. "Don't, Edwin! Don't make me do it!" 

Holding her lovely head a bit more firmly, the professor actually pulled her 
off the sofa, tugging her to her knees in front of him. Once again, Susan 
felt as if she were being degraded, forced to assume such a position. 

Corey tugged her beautiful face closer to his throbbing phallus, and though 
she tried hard to turn her head in the hope of avoiding the oncoming knife 
of muscle streaking toward her clamped lips, she found it difficult. She did 
manage to turn her head just enough so that the tip of his penis hit against 
the left side of her lovely face, and the burning heat of it seemed to sting 
her cheek as its rich, masculine texture smoothed its way across her flesh. 
The thrilling scent coming from his groin made her tremble as she suddenly 
realized her mouth was watering in anticipation of doing this. 

Realizing by now her continued resistance was futile, the lovely redheaded 
librarian stopped struggling. Some of his penile lubrication was still 
smearing itself along her cheek as the cock-head rubbed back and forth, back 
and forth, but for some reason she no longer felt uncomfortable. Knowing the 
fluid was tasteless helped make up her mind to accept the situation. 

Susan's face was pressed solidly against the heated length of the man's 
throbbing cock, and the intense desire for satisfaction in her body suddenly 
erased all the fear inside her. The feel of the penis's silky flesh against 
her cheek as well as the stimulating scent rising from his groin was 
something she found more than a little arousing. Her fright was completely 
fading away. The very presence of the heavily throbbing masculine pike, its 
simply being there-its closeness no longer represented a threat to her. On 
the contrary, it was a comfort to her. A warm calm began spreading its way 
through her. 

Slowly surrounding the length of the penis with her left hand, Susan used 
her right hand to remove the man's hand from the back of her head, then 
slowly, determinedly, she turned her face toward the tip of the organ while 
parting her pretty, cupid's bow lips, opening her mouth just enough to 
welcome in the great head of his large, swollen cock. 

Corey waited until the lovely woman's mouth had opened wide enough before 
slowly, very slowly introducing the tip of his throbbing phallus inside. The 
slowness was partially out of consideration for her, but it was also to 
allow the man to observe the way she pursed her lips around the organ, 
continually sucking. Seeing what she was doing was just as important as 
feeling it, and the man wanted to enjoy the visual sensation just as much as 
the warm feeling of her smooth tongue as it warmly trickled along the length 
of his throbbing penile underside. 

Once the swollen poker of solidly flaming flesh was lodged inside her lovely 
mouth, the librarian slowly closed her sweet, heart-shaped lips, tightly 
pursing them very solidly around the massive stiffness of the throbbing 
masculine wand. The meaty taste of the throbbing organ thrilled the 
wonderful taste-buds in her mouth, and much to her surprise she realized she 
was enjoying the taste of it immensely. Yes, she actually -liked it. The 
rich and delicious flavor of his masculine flesh pressing on her tongue was 
actually thrilling to her. Oh it was fantastic! 

The more she sucked, the more she felt the inner beat of the heavy penis as 
it continued throbbing, and the more she enjoyed it. Yes, everything was 
exactly as Edwin Corey had said to would be. He wasn't a man like Izzie. He 
was teaching her to enjoy what she was doing rather than simply forcing her 
to please him. If she -liked the sucking, then how much more would she enjoy 
the finality of all this, when his hot seed came gushing into her throat. 
Lord! She knew she enjoyed the feeling of sperm spurting into her vagina. 
Was it so incredible to enjoy the same feeling in her pharynx? 

Now she sucked harder, actually wanting to taste his sperm. She wanted it 
washing over her loving tongue, lining her cheeks, then dripping down her 
throat into her belly. 

Once the heavily thick length of his pulsating peter was in the tightly 
sucking depths of her crushing, albeit tender mouth, Susan slowly but 
definitely closed her pursed lips around the rigidly pulsating phallus. She 
tightened her lips until they formed an unending pink ribbon, making it 
harder and harder for the man to shove his cock any deeper into her mouth. 
Her eyes glanced up and saw the lines in his face, and she realized he was 
undergoing an ecstatic agony, and knowing this thrilled her even more. 

The instant the college professor felt Susan's pressuring lips solidly 
gripping the full length of his rigidly stiff cock, swallowing the entire 
lavender head and half the length of the meaty shank, Corey's eyes tightly 
closed and his head snapped back as a completely unintelligible gasp escaped 
from his mouth. He hurled his anxious hips solidly forward, sending more of 
his unbending penis into the tight circle of her sucking, slurping mouth. 
Her puckered lips formed a ring so tight, they seemed to be actually tearing 
off the outer layer of skin on his throbbing penis. 

Corey was in joyous pain. This beautiful, stunning redheaded librarian, who 
had hidden her light under the proverbial bushel for so long, was revealing 
herself to him in all her glory, and she was everything he had ever hoped 
for. He had believed Elaine Carter to be the finest fellatrice he had ever 
encountered, but here was a woman who was unpracticed, who had never sucked 
a cock in her entire life, and she was proving to be far better than the 
best. 

Susan was sucking as naturally as a baby calf pulling at its mother's udder. 
It was obvious she was still not yet used to what she was doing, for as 
Corey continued pushing his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth, she began 
making all kinds of strange guttural noises deep in the tunnel of her 
larynx, and she had to hastily swallow her own saliva to keep from gagging 
on it. 

"Yes, my love!" the man heatedly whispered to her, reassuring her. 

It was the first time Corey had referred to a woman as "my love," and he 
realized, he meant it. This was the woman for whom he had been waiting all 
these years. She was his soul mate, so perfectly attuned to him, she felt as 
he did, and understood as he did. He knew it would take time, because he was 
certain she, herself, had not yet realized how much they meant to one 
another. He would be patient with her. 

"You're doing it perfectly," he continued. "You have a natural aptitude for 
it. You'll be the most wonderful cocksucker I've ever known." He wanted to 
say he wished to restrict her mouth to his cock and his alone, but he had no 
right to make such demands on her, yet. "Just keep that sweet and lovely 
mouth moving . . . use that tongue against the underside of my cock . . . 
aaaannnnhhhh . . . yesss wonderrrrfullll.. . ohhhhhh.. . yes.. . yes.. . yes 
. . . now suck.. . such hard.. . harrrrrd.. . uuuu-nnhhh. . . . " 

The lovely redhead was thrilled to hear the effect her pursed lips and 
licking tongue were having on this man, and she began sucking very hard. Her 
lips began pulling on the solidly meaty shank of hardened muscle and flesh 
as if she actually expected to extract nourishment from it. Her mouth 
continued vibrantly moving forward and back, her flaming tongue licking 
lustily on the underside of his salaciously shuddering penis. 

Her hands reached out and solidly gripped the man's hips. She held him 
steadily in place as her head began moving back and forth at greater and 
greater speed. 

Each time Susan's pursed lips moved forward, she managed to take a little 
bit more of his throbbing penis into the depths of her mouth. Soon the thick 
head of the weighty phallic lance was pressing against the back of her 
throat, trying to force itself into her esophagus, and she remembered what 
Corey had said about completely relaxing her throat muscles. She found 
herself doing precisely as the man instructed, and after fighting back an 
initial urge to gag, pulled the weighty head deeper into her gullet, feeling 
it touch a strange new series of tantalizing nerve-endings never before 
pressured. 

The lovely lady's pretty cheeks were bloated as she rammed her beautiful 
face all the way forward, feeling the tight, smooth roundness of his 
bullet-like cock-head sinking all the way into her clinging gullet. Where 
the penis had seemed too long and too thick before, now it seemed to be not 
long enough. She wanted to feel the heavy lance of flesh pressing into her 
belly. 

Her working tongue suddenly leaped out, lapping this way and that, and with 
the tip of the organ she was able to lick the man's heavy brown, 
hair-covered sac of wrinkled scrotum. Soon she was pushing her beautiful 
face so far forward, her nose was squashed against his pelvis and her lower 
lip was able to tug in a good part of his scrotal sac. 

Then her lovely head pulled back, her sucking mouth sliding along the entire 
length of his throbbing, pulsating penis, feeling it slip from her mouth for 
an instant as her tongue licked strongly around the sides and top of the 
throbbing organ. With her pretty head all the way back, the beautiful 
redhead was able to lap with her tongue at the tip of the man's throbbingly 
spongy glans, circling the ridge of the corona, teasing the little slit, 
lapping and licking with a natural ability even Corey had never suspected 
she possessed. She wrapped her slurping tongue tightly around the thickness 
of his glans, tugging on the organ, making the man gasp and sigh with lust. 

Corey made a lot of noise, grunting and groaning, letting Susan know just 
how much he was enjoying all the wonderfully thrilling things her mouth was 
doing to him. It was as if her tongue was actually delving into the slit in 
his penis, sinking inside his urethra, and through that thick tube was 
reaching into his testicles, tickling the balls from the inside. 

Susan, for some unaccountable reason, felt very proud of herself, realizing 
she was able to make this particular man react so. It seemed important to 
please him, more important than anything else in her entire life. Once again 
her licking tongue lapped the ridge of his onion-topped phallus, and then 
she used her pursed lips to surround the tip and pull on it until he thought 
the corona and glans were being yanked from the rest of his cock. 

"Ohhhhh.. . hhhhaamuuuunnnngggghhhh!"he gasped. "You are unbelievably 
fantastic," he told her. "I've never felt another mouth in the whole world 
like yours, and I don't know if, after this, I ever want to feel another 
mouth. My God! You have to be the absolute ultimate cocksucker!" 

His continued words of constant encouragement made the beautiful Susan suck 
faster and harder, inwardly very exuberant as she continued thrilling to the 
wonderful taste of him. She was delightedly overjoyed, knowing she was able 
to please him so thoroughly and completely. Her dread of fellatio had 
totally disappeared, and her lovely head continued bobbing up and down, up 
and down, moving speedily in time to the rhythm set by the slurping of her 
twining tongue. She allowed her tiny lingual digit to slither and unslither 
itself around the man's hardened phallic spire, and the pink organ pressed 
itself strongly against the underside of his flamingly rigid penis. This 
caused her upper teeth to very lightly press against the top of the 
extremely sensitive purple dome. 

In almost no time, the sucking librarian had gone from an extremely naive 
woman who knew nothing about sex at all save for the need for an orgasm, to 
an expertly trained, penis-eating cocksucker of the first magnitude. Now her 
lovely lips moved back and forth along the entire length of the man's 
throbbing cock with what seemed like a certain practiced ease. Her lips 
sucked on the full length of the heavy organ as it plunged into her mouth 
repeatedly, each time burying itself in the clutching depths of her throat. 

The lovely redhead's oral orifice had suddenly become a powerful, sucking, 
strongly leeching, mightily pulling vacuum. Her mouth was not merely tugging 
on the entire length of his uncontrolled cock, but was now sucking in his 
testicles, as well. 

Corey felt thrillingly tingling static electricity shooting through his 
throbbing testicles, vibrantly shocking him again and again as she continued 
to engulf the entire scrotum sac each time her beautiful face pushed forward 
and gobbled down the length of his pulsating cock. His testicles tingled as 
if lightning had charged through them, shocking him again and again as she 
engulfed him. Heavy seed in his balls prepared to unleash itself. 

The professor was pumping madly into her mouth again and again, forcing his 
heavy penis deeper and deeper into her narrow throat as if trying to reach 
for something inside her. Susan began gripping his hips more tightly to keep 
him from wildly jerking around as his steamy cock pumped itself in and out 
of her tightly sucking mouth. 

Strange, delightful sensations were starting to shoot through the lovely 
librarian. She realized her vagina was soaking wet. It was unleashing a 
flood of dribbling pussy oils. She was aware of the flow spurting all over 
her knees and thighs, and that was when she realized the penis, reaching 
into the back of her throat, was doing things normally done in her vagina. 
She was all set to have an orgasm, only it was beginning in the depths of 
her gullet, and from there it was reaching into her vagina. 

"AAAAUUUUCCCC . . . HHHHRR RRKKKK . . . GGGGNN NNKKKK . . . AAAARR 
RRCCC-HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH . . . LLLLUUUU-CCCCHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" she gasped and 
squawked as the heavy penis crammed itself down her throat again and again. 

Her aching body was now completely beyond her own control as she began 
violently spasming, coming like crazy. She knew if she lost the least little 
bit of the man's throbbing cock now, it would take the edge off her orgasm. 
So she crammed her lovely face even more tightly against his groin as she 
bounced up and down on the floor, on her knees. 

Corey's hands were tightly gripping the back of Susan's head. His own mouth 
widely gaped, looking as if he expected to yell at any moment. The speed 
with which his thrusting loins moved back and forth let the lovely Susan 
know he was about to fire, and she was anxious for it. She had to drink that 
seed. 

The lava boiled through the length of his lunging cock, flooding toward the 
tiny opening in the head of his stiffly pulsing penis. The professor tensed 
his body, stiffening until all of him was as taut as his pulsating penis. 
Then he let out a loud yell that was muffled by the soundproofed walls of 
the apartment. 

"AAAAHHHHGGGGRRRR . . . UUUUNNNN-GGGGHHHH . . . 
HHHHUUUURRRRGGGG-HHHHAAAANNNNGGGHHHH . . . YYYEE EE-AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!" 

He gagged wildly as his thrusting penis enlarged, pulsated, and then began 
unleasing great gouts of pure white semen into the luscious redhead's 
eagerly accepting throat. 

Susan sucked, pulling all of it into her belly. Her mouth clung tightly to 
the throbbing penis, pulling, pulling, pulling. 

Her mouth continued sucking the heated length of muscular meat, feeling the 
contents of his balls falling into the empty pit of her stomach, the food in 
there having departed for her small intestine some minutes earlier. Her 
tongue swathed itself across the length of his shrinking penis again and 
again. 

Slowly the prick began shrinking in her mouth, as all penises did when they 
emptied themselves. She continued sucking on it, pulling it with her lips, 
slurping the length of it with her tongue, and when it was shriveled to 
nothingness, she licked it all over, then lapped his balls, as well. 

"I never thought I would learn to love something as depraved as this," Susan 
told him, lifting her mouth from his cock. 

"Maybe it isn't depraved," Corey said to her. "Depravity, like beauty, is in 
the eyes of the beholder, don't you think?" 

Susan shrugged. She was learning to reevaluate life. She still wasn't sure 
just who was right and who was wrong, but she did know she would never be 
able to return to being the person she had been before Izzie had tricked her 
into all this. 

The redheaded librarian was taken by surprise when the man pulled her to her 
feet, then sat her on the sofa beside himself as he kissed her on the mouth, 
tasting himself in her oral cave. She ought to have been disgusted, but she 
wasn't. On the contrary, she liked the idea that he was willing to kiss her 
after she did this. She liked Edwin Corey, and she feared she might come to 
like him too much. There was still so much to think about; so much. "Let's 
rest," he told her, "and then we'll fuck!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The following Monday, when he came in to have Susan sign the statement that 
he had picked up the garbage for the, week, Howard Brandwin was surprised 
when he realized the woman at whom he was now looking was no longer the drab 
librarian he had often thought was the stuck-up, snooty, dried-up bitch he 
believed her to be. The dress was still the same, though she had belted it 
to show off her curves. But she no longer wore the wig with the bun at the 
back of it. In fact, she no longer wore any kind of wig. Her red hair was 
very short, cut in a boyish Italian bob, and it was only because of the 
dress and the glasses that Brandwin knew her to be the librarian. He also 
realized something else. She was the woman he had fucked at the motel a week 
ago Saturday. 

Who would have believed it. Old Izzie had somehow conned the lady librarian 
to the motel, and it was obvious he had seen the things in her everyone else 
had failed to see, and he had brought them out. 

Shit! She had been one terrific fuck. 

Brandwin wanted to fuck her again. He wanted to fuck her so much, he was 
willing to share her with another of his friends. 

Vinnie Eugenio also hauled garbage with Brandwin, and like Brandwin had 
never thought much of the way Susan looked. like Brandwin he was surprised 
to see the change in the red-haired librarian, and when Brandwin suggested 
they grab her and have a little fun with her, Vinnie agreed. 

Vinnie was taller than Howard Brandwin, with light-brown hair, a twisted 
nose, and a crooked smile. He looked like a cross between an old Elvis 
Presley and a young Sheldon Leonard, except that his hair was very curly. 

So that night, they followed Susan to her home, and when she unlocked the 
door to let herself in, they forced their way in with her. 

"How dare you," she snapped at them and ran to the phone. 

Vinnie moved with her, ripping the phone out of the wall, and Brandwin 
whipped out a long mean-looking knife. He waved it in front of Susan, 
saying, "You give us a hard time, lady, and I'll slice your tits off." 

By now, Susan recognized them as the two garbage men, and she knew better 
than to say anything. 

"I want her mouth," Vinnie insisted. "I ain't never had me a blow job, and I 
wanna find out what it's all about." 

"Sure," Brandwin agreed. "I don't mind fucking her mouth after you're 
through with it. Besides, she has two other holes I can use." 

"Please," Susan whimpered. "I've never done anything to hurt either of you. 
Why are you here?" 

"We're here to fuck you," Brandwin told her, and before her horrified eyes, 
he used the knife to cut open her dress. Then he slit her brassiere between 
the two cups, and with his hands he pulled everything off her. Whatever 
wouldn't come off easily he cut off, and in no time he had the redheaded 
woman totally naked. 

"Does Izzie know what you're doing?" she asked, certain Izzie had put them 
up to it. 

"Izzie had a heart attack last week," Brandwin snapped. "He can't line up no 
more dames for us, so that's why we're here." 

Susan wrapped her arms tightly over her breasts and tried backing away from 
the two men. Brandwin put the knife away, and the two of them leaped for 
her, hurling her body to the sofa in her living room. 

"Hey," Vinnie said. "From what you told me, you've already fucked her once. 
I figure since I ain't never fucked her, I oughtta go first. I wanna sniff 
that pussy of hers. You can always tell what kind of a lay a broad is gonna 
be by the smell of her cunt. I know, believe me!" 

Brandwin forced the red-haired secretary to sprawl out on the sofa, and the 
two men stared at her long, slender, white columnar thighs in the morning 
sunlight. The shorter man used his hands on her ankles, forcing her thighs 
to remain apart. 

Under the hungering stares of the two men, Susan felt the swollen lobes of 
her vagina already starting to dribble. The entire slash was surrounded by a 
perfect circle of sparse red fur. 

Vinnie kneeled and rubbed her belly for a moment, and then, with Brandwin's 
help, flipped her over onto her belly. He touched her slender back, then 
whispered to Brandwin, "Christ! She's got silk-smooth skin. No goddamn 
wonder she's so fuckin' sexy. To think, she's been hidin' all this for so 
long. I figure we oughta get our fill of her by each of us coming once in 
each of her three holes." 

He leaned down and inhaled the naturally aromatic scent of her seething 
vagina. Then he pushed a hand between her slender belly and the sofa 
cushions and moved his fingers until he finally was gripping one of her 
smooth breasts. His hand continued trembling as he thrilled to the 
delightful solidity of her mammary, and his other hand reached around and 
delved between her body and the back of the sofa until he was able to 
squeeze her other breast. He tugged solidly on the trembling nipples, and 
though Susan fought to push his hands away from her, she was unable to fight 
the strength of his caresses. 

Now Vinnie's aching hands slid along the contours of her delightfully 
trembling body, running softly along her firm, white flesh, massaging her 
delightfully slender waist. Then his hands began massaging lower, feeling 
the firm cheeks of her delicious buttocks. Though he loved the idea of 
fucking her in the mouth, when it came to feeling around, Vinnie was an 
ass-man. 

"Look how wet her cunt is already," Vinnie said to Brandwin. "She can 
struggle, and she can scream all she wants about not wanting a cock, but her 
body sure wants it." 

He was right, and the worst part of it was, Susan was beginning to realize 
it. Her body was craving all kinds of physical attention even though she 
hated the two men touching her. 

She stiffened when Vinnie got to his feet and walked around in front of her. 
His hands gripped her short, red hair and he tugged her face up to stare at 
his groin. With his free hand he opened his belt and dropped his pants and 
underpants giving her a glimpse of a long, red penis with an even redder 
head. It waggled from side to side like an enormous weather vane with the 
wind blowing toward her. 

The heavy mass of light-brown, almost blond curls above his throbbing penis 
created the impression there was a lot of sperm in his heavily ' dangling 
balls. At the moment, his bulging red glans was teasing her, staring at her 
with its sightless eye. A sticky "teardrop" fell from the eye, suspended as 
if by a long string of sticky oil, and Vinnie commanded, "Catch it with your 
tongue, bitch! Do it, or Howie'll have to cut you with his knife." 

Brandwin, meanwhile, was resting on his knees on her ankles as he began 
running his hands over the smoothness of her rounded buttocks. He had not 
been able to get her fabulous body out of his mind. Now, once again, he had 
a clear, unobstructed view of her hair-surrounded vagina, especially with 
the light from the lamp he had turned on bouncing off it. He stared at the 
way the pink outer lips, all swollen and pouting seemed to move aside in 
order to reveal the rich scalloped edges of the richer pinkness of her inner 
labia. Yes, it was a fantastic sight, and he would fuck that cunt 
again-after he had first fucked her ass. 

"You know," Vinnie said, dropping her head so that her cheek hit the 
bolstered arm on the sofa, "maybe I'll fuck her cunt, first." 

Making certain Brandwin held the helpless woman's thighs wide apart, he 
slowly pressed two fingers into her already heavily lubricated channel. He 
continued sawing his fingers in and out of her sopping vaginal opening, and 
eventually, even though it was against Susan's will, his fingers caused 
torrents of fluid to come bubbling out of her. His fingers worked faster and 
faster, causing more and more wetness to flood from her vaginal causeway. He 
didn't attempt pushing his fingers any farther into her. He decided he 
wanted the pleasure of her inner tightness wrapped around his throbbing 
cock. Slowly, he tugged his fingers from inside her, saying, "I've felt 
cunts in my time, Howie, but this one has to be the tightest pussy I've ever 
fingered. She stretches nicely, but just enough." 

Inhaling strongly, Susan tried forcing her wrought-up body to relax, and as 
she did so, she thought she felt the pressure on her ankles lessening. 
Brandwin was loosening his grip. She tried kicking free and was doomed to 
disappointment. Brandwin pressed his knees on her ankles very firmly for a 
moment, and both he and Susan knew he would break her ankles if he pressed 
long enough and hard enough. 

Brandwin took his knees off her ankles, and Vinnie wrapped an arm around her 
waist and forced her up on her knees on the sofa. Then he probed into her 
vagina again with his fingers, moving in behind her, taking Brandwin's 
place, keeping his knees wedged between her thighs, forcing them to remain 
open. He kept moving his fingers in and out until Susan began involuntarily 
moving her body back and forth. 

Once again Vinnie tugged his fingers out then used his thumbs to hook her 
vaginal lips apart. He stared straight into the seething pink depths of her 
bubbling vagina and then said to Howard Brandwin, "If her cunt feels only 
half as good as it looks, it'll be terrific." 

"Don't do this!" Susan croakingly gasped. "Please . . . please . . . I never 
did anything to hurt either of you. I don't want this. . . . " 

"Just whom do you think you're kiddin'? " Vinnie asked, laughing out loud. 
"You're so hot you're ready to explode, honey. From what Howie here tells 
me, you're a great fuck. Why the hell should you care who fucks you? A 
cock's a cock." 

"Ohhhh . . . .n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.. . . " the terrified Susan began to loudly 
cry, feeling the solid length of his meaty penis working its way into her 
seething vagina. 

His hand tightly holding onto the throbbing organ, Vinnie continued guiding 
it past her slavering inner vaginal lips, pushing it deeper and deeper into 
her womanly tunnel. Her body was already writhing and wriggling as the 
unwanted penis began making inroads into her body. 

Vinnie wasn't moving slowly out of kindness. He wanted to enjoy the feeling 
of her tightly clinging vaginal walls being stretched as he tunneled his way 
into her. Little by little her membranes seemed to absorb the full length of 
his steaming cock. Her tight womanly interior opened more and more, and 
Susan found herself crying because she realized the man had been right. Her 
body didn't care who was on the other end of a cock. She began pounding her 
asscheeks back against his body, and Vinnie was gasping. If he kept his cock 
in her a little longer, she would come on the spot. 

"I gotta try her ass, too," Vinnie insisted, talking to Brandwin as if the 
woman didn't understand English, or as if he sincerely believed her to be a 
non-entity. "I gotta feel how tight her asshole is around my cock, and then 
afterward, after I pull my cock outta her ass, maybe I'll shove it into her 
mouth." 

"For heavens' sake!" Susan screamed. "Don't do this to me. Have pity, have 
pity.. . . " 

But Vinnie Eugenio was not in the mood to listen to the lovely redheaded 
woman. He moistened his finger and he began probing between her tightly 
clenched buttocks. His hot, hard cock continued driving into the depths of 
her vagina again and again. In, in, in, and in again the finger pushed, and 
it caused the same thrills she felt all the other times her ass had been 
fingered, but this time she knew the fingering was not a means of tightening 
her cunt for his cock. 

Every now and again Vinnie pulled his finger out to scoop up some 
lubricating juices, and then he would shove the finger right back into the 
rubbery depths of her seething rectum. He moved the finger around and 
around, widening the narrow tunnel, and then, while Howard Brandwin, who had 
undressed, moved around in front of her, raising her head, forcing her jaws 
apart, and pushing his slender cock into her mouth, holding her steady, 
Vinnie Eugenio yanked his penis violently out of her vagina and pressed it 
against the tight opening of her narrow anus. Susan tried pulling forward, 
but in so doing, crammed more of the slender rod of Harold Brandwin into her 
mouth. 

"You're right," Brandwin said to Vinnie. "She really is something special. 
Wait'll you try her mouth. It's just like butter. She can fuck from just 
about any hole like a bunny rabbit." 

The heavy penis in her mouth pushed a little bit into her throat. It was 
just about long enough to probe into her gullet. She gagged and choked, but 
the man continued prodding, pushing his slender prick into her pharynx as 
far as it would go, shoving it in forcibly, not at all gently, the way Edwin 
Corey had done it to her. 

There was a strong muskiness about Brandwin's groin that made Susan wrinkle 
her nose. The garbage man was going wild, now, solidly fucking his cock in 
and out of her mouth again and again, jamming it all the way in so that he 
was rubbing his hairy pelvis against her twitching nose. It was obvious he 
was getting some kind of sadistic thrill, listening to the gurgling sounds 
coming from the depths of her gagging throat. Hell! He would be shooting his 
entire load down her throat in almost no time. She had one helluva sucking 
mouth on her. 

The helpless Susan shuddered violently, feeling both, her mouth and her 
rectum being violently attacked. The man was pushing harder into her rectum 
now, forcing her sphincter open, and then . . . POP! His glans moved past 
her sphincter into the narrow, rubbery tunnel beyond. 

"Uuuuhhhrrrgggghhhhmmmmmmphhhhaaas-aaauuu wwwuwwgggggggg!" the helpless 
Susan gagged, feeling pulsating pain shooting through her trembling body as 
the penis began pushing all the harder. It created more and more pain as it 
forced itself into her rectal rictus. Vinnie gripped her rounded asscheeks 
tightly and squeezed the buttocks as he pushed and pushed, shoving his 
throbbing rod ever deeper into her narrow rectal tunnel. 

To Vinnie Eugenio the thrilling sensation was totally unbelievable. He had 
never been able to fuck a woman in other than the cunt, and he had to admit, 
screwing in all these other places was really terrific. The penis sank 
deeper and deeper, and he was sighing, thrilling to the enjoyment he was 
feeling. 

Vinnie had been married once before, and his wife had been straitlaced, 
insistent he either fuck her the regular way, or not at all. She had finally 
left him, unable to stand him. 

Right now, as far as the curly -haired garbage man was concerned, the simple 
most important thing was being able to enjoy fucking this woman's asshole to 
the fullest, and he intended doing just that. His penis was leaking heavy 
amounts of lubrication, and it was continually greasing the interior of her 
hot, anal tunnel. Inside, her squeezing rectal interior was hot and sticky, 
a tight, rubber-band-like tunnel of squeezing sensation, crushing the hell 
out of his driving cock. Vinnie felt fiery tingles of delightful sensation 
as he crammed his thick cock ever deeper until his testicles were pressed 
right up against the woman's anal tissue, dangling down against her vaginal 
opening. 

"You . . . "he gasped out to Howard Brandwin, ". . . would. . . uhhhh. . . 
never believe how tight it is in here.. . aaahnnnhhhhh . . . this has to be 
the tightest.. . ohoooooooh hole I've everfucked.. . hh-hhuuuuunnnnhhh . . . 
you won't believe it. . . aa-aaahhhhhhhhh.. . . " 

"Man, I believe," Brandwin nodded, continuing to violently thrust his own 
pulsating penis in and out of the tightly sucking tunnel of the beautiful 
Susan's tightly clinging oral lips. She was automatically sucking without 
realizing it, pulling and slurping on the full length of the solid little 
meaty organ. Her mind had temporarily gone blank. Having discovered what it 
was to be fucked with love, anything less was no longer good enough for her, 
even if her body automatically responded. Her tight rectum felt the littlest 
bit wider now, accepting Vinnie's cock all the more readily as the heatedly 
sticky ooze from his penis continued wetting down her tight rectal flesh. 

"You know," Vinnie gasped. "Just.. . ooooohhh . . . looking at her asshole . 
. . aaaaaaannnnnnhhhhh . . . is fantastic.. . , " he gasped, staring down at 
the way his penis was continually moving in and out of her anal orifice. 

Taking a deep breath, Vinnie slammed his throbbing cock forward as hard as 
he was able, and his solid shank of meat almost tore out the tender 
membranes making the inner walls of her quivering rectal tunnel as his penis 
sank even more deeply into her. 

"Yacuwnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gaggingly gasped, her lovely face being slammed 
all the more solidly into Brandwin's groin, the thick penis jamming itself 
further into her throat. 

The swollen cock plunged deeper and deeper into the tightness of her 
squeezing rectum, working faster and faster, making her vagina lubricate 
that much more heavily. Vinnie's soft stomach slapped against the roundness 
of her smooth asscheeks as the hairy fronts of his thighs rubbed the smooth 
undersides of hers. He slammed into her soft buttocks with such driving 
force, he flattened the gluteal flesh. Fire seared his anxiously eager hips 
as he continually thrust his eagerly anxious hips in and out, in and out. 
His plundering organ was soaked in its own juices as it continued pummeling 
through the tightness of her rectum, reaching all the way up into her colon. 

Susan was aware of the pain quickly filtering out of her tender rectum as 
her mouth sucked with even greater strength on Howard Brandwin's throbbing 
penis. The two organs were working in tandem, moving back and forth so that 
it appeared as if a single pipe of flesh ran the length of her body, 
attached to both men who were sawing it in and out together. 

As the pain faded, Susan became aware of the tingle in her rectal channel 
that felt similar to the one she was feeling in her throat. She realized she 
had nerve-endings back there, as well. She was willing to bet Edwin Corey 
knew about them, but he hadn't wanted to rush her. 

Vinnie's thick penis, continually rubbing in and out of her rectum, was now 
so exciting, she was unable to hold still. Her knees were leaping up and 
down on the sofa cushions. 

Vinnie looked down to stare at his thick cock, gasping with thrills as he 
enjoyed the way it continued moving through her anal pucker. He was fucking 
into her asshole at a regulated pace now, in and out, in and out, slamming 
his entire bulk against the rounded moons of her sweet ass each time he 
punched forward. His hands were clinging tightly to her, digging so solidly 
into her white flesh, his fingers were leaving black and blue marks in her 
delicate skin. 

The fire Vinnie felt in his lungs turned to searing molten metal as he began 
gasping all the more heavily, forcing her thighs to part even more widely so 
he was able to study the rounded contours of her buttocks. She was kneeling 
before him as if praying to both of them, but this was the only way to get 
her tight asshole to pay him the fealty it deserved. Her mouth was paying 
homage to Brandwin's cock, and her asshole was bent before his own prick. 

Susan was no longer in any kind of pain or agony. Though her body was 
getting some kind of thrill from all this, she wanted it all to end because 
she disliked the two men doing this to her. Still, her physical being 
continually responded as the two penile pokers continued wending their way 
through her anal and oral cavities. They were driving so solidly into her, 
she wondered if it was physically possible for the two tips to touch. No, 
no, Brandwin had a cock that was too short. Maybe if he had another three or 
four inches it might have been a conjecture worth pondering. Her body 
continually ached for more and more of the two organs lunging into her, and 
her body shuddered with delight as the thrills continued building in her. 

Brandwin had started plundering her mouth long before Vinnie had actually 
pushed into her asshole, and he was so aroused and thrilled with the 
pressures of her puckered lips, he was no longer able to restrain himself. 
He began spurting down her sucking throat, firing long ropes of gooey semen 
as he shouted, "EEEEYYYYEEEEAA AAGGGGHH HHUUUUNN NNNNGGGGHHHH HHAAAA-AAAA 
GGGGGGHHHHUUUU NNNNGGGG-HHHHAAAA AARRRRGGGG GGHHHHHH- 

HH!" 

He blasted shot after shot of white cream against her throat, and Susan 
found herself hurriedly swallowing as the creamy fluid touched off something 
in her gullet that made her gag out, "UUUUTRRR RR-GGGGLL CCCCHHHHAA 
AAAAKKKKKK GG-GGNNNNNNKK KKUUUUGGGG NNNNHH-HHAAAA UUUUWWWAAAA RRRRGGGGHH-HH 
UUUUCCCCHHHH AHAH!" 

The orgasm continued spasing through her trembling body, reaching lower and 
deeper, crawling through her belly, reaching into her vagina, making her 
wetly flooded tunnel spurt out its own heavy oil. She slammed her buttocks 
back more and more wildly against the penis buried in the tightness of her 
rectum, and the massaging thrills continued building in her. 

Vinnie Eugenio was pounding against her buttocks even harder than she was 
slamming against him. He sensed something momentous was going to happen to 
both of them. He solidly hurled himself in and out of her rectum, moving 
with even greater fervor as his moving cock built the oncoming orgasm in 
Susan's anus to a higher and higher point of rapturous delight. 

As Howard Brandwin pulled his cock from her mouth, firing a final spurt into 
her face, her loud, panting sighs and gasps were now clearly audible as the 
thick phallus jammed into her rear continued plundering in and out, in and 
out. She had no idea why she was enjoying the rectal thrusts, but she did 
know the thrills in her rear-end were no less thrilling than the one she had 
felt in her throat, moments earlier. 

Then Vinnie began feeling the sensation for which he had been aiming the 
entire time. This was the conclusion he had been seeking, and the reason why 
he had gone through all this in the first place. The feelings began flooding 
him, inundating him, swamping him and then swallowing him up like a massive 
tidal wave. He slammed himself forward all the more solidly into her as his 
entire body rigidly stiffened. 

Vinnie felt his body had the flexibility of a surfboard at that moment as he 
tautened behind her rounded pair of white asscheeks, continually knifing his 
pulsating prick into her again and again. He was going to climax, and it was 
the kind of orgasm for which he had been waiting. 

Susan felt the tension in him, but she was way ahead of him. After having 
physically enjoyed the oral orgasm brought on by Howard Brandwin, she 
pressed her face into the arm of the sofa again, raising her buttocks very 
high, and her orgasm in the rear hit her with even more force than the 
climax she had felt when Brandwin had made her come, orally. 

"EEEEEEYYYYAAA IIIIGGGGHH HHAA AAGGGGHHHH UUUUUUNN GGHHHH!" she bellowed, 
completely out of control as her tight anus began spasming around the 
thrusting penis, exerting more and more pressure on it than ever before. 
Each time she contracted her rectal opening, it was as if she were literally 
squeezing the juices from his pulsating testicles. 

"YYYYEEEEAAAA GGGGHHHHUU UUNN NNGG GGHHHHAAARRR GGGHH!" Vinnie Eugenio 
bellowed as he began a series of lengthily spasming thrusts into her 
asshole, violently trembling as thick, gummy wads of semen spurted from the 
tip of his fleshy hose, flooding into her with a burning satisfaction. 

Gasping shouts seemed to die in Vinnie's throat as he continually gurgled, 
unable to properly express himself as his entire world seemed to suddenly 
shatter. 

He continued pumping into her until he was drained dry, and then he 
collapsed on top of her, and for the next ten minutes Susan simply lay there 
with the weight of the man pressing her more and more deeply into the sofa. 
She was panting, realizing love was needed to really give her total sexual 
fulfillment, but by the same token she was able to feel some satisfaction 
even without love. 

Finally Vinnie rolled off her and the two men went into her kitchen to see 
what she had in the refrigerator. They made themselves sandwiches, not 
bothering to make one for her, and they sat around the living room, letting 
crumbs fall all over the place as they ate, joking about what they intended 
doing to her, next. 

A knock at the door snapped them out of their reverie, and Brandwin warned 
her not to give them away, or he would stick his knife into her. Susan put 
on a robe she got from her bedroom closet, then went to the door and called 
out, asking who was there. 

The voice belonged to a neighbor who wanted to see her for a moment. She 
opened the door a little, and then the door was pushed open the rest of the 
way as police burst into the room. The neighbor had called them, having seen 
the two men force Susan into her home. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"We're going to fuck and I don't want any arguments from you." 

"But we only just got together a few days ago.. . . " 

"Were you sorry?" 

"Well, no, but too much of a good thing.. . . " 

"In the vernacular of today, bullshit! I want you and you want me, and 
that's all there is to it. I'm not keeping you from any appointments, am I." 

"Well, not really.. . . " 

The redheaded woman smirked at the tall handsome college professor. She was 
on the offensive now and had been ever since the night following her rape by 
the two garbage men, both of whom would shortly be facing five to seven 
years terms in the penitentiary. 

Susan had been tired of waiting for Edwin Corey to come seeking her out, so 
she had gone to his apartment for three nights running, once finding him 
with another woman. She waited until he was finished with the other woman, 
and proved so successful in arousing him afterward, he realized he was 
hopelessly trapped by her. She wasn't trying to force him into marriage, 
knowing to do such a thing would ruin their relationship, but she also knew 
if she glutted him with her body, then withheld herself from him after 
awhile, there was the possibility he would come looking for her, realizing 
he needed her even more than she needed him. This was her last night seeking 
him out. She knew by the erection he was sporting that he wanted her, and 
she was banking on his actually needing her after tonight. Susan was good at 
reading people, and she was certain she had Edwin Corey figured out, 
perfectly. 


THE END
