The Joy Of Pain
by David Compton
(FPS-207)


CHAPTER ONE 

Heaven had become hell, and delight had become torment. Ann's first year of 
marriage had been utter bliss, and then Chris had been born. As a result, 
her vagina, which had been capable of handling her husband's thick cock had 
distended so much, she had been in agony, and by the time it returned to 
normal size, the muscles within had developed to where she was tighter than 
she had been when a virgin. In fact, when her husband rammed his cock into 
her cunt, the helpless woman felt her muscles cramping, and as a result, 
agony followed. 

David Corso, Ann's husband, was almost instantly aware of his wife's 
predicament, and she underwent all kinds of physical therapy for more than a 
year, including vaginal stretching, but her tightly cramping muscles 
constantly rebelled whenever her vagina had something thick put into it, and 
as a result, her husband became less and less attentive to her. As the years 
passed, David had to seek his physical pleasures elsewhere. He had 
considered a divorce, but he loved Ann too much. So they slept in the same 
bed, and sometimes, when physical needs became overpowering, she would "do 
the laundry by hand," but for the most part, their's was not a happy sexual 
relationship. 

What neither of them had stopped to figure was that Ann's problem was 
mental. She was so terrified of another pregnancy, and of being painfully 
distended inside, that mere consummation was enough to make her tremble. 

When Chris, her son was twelve years old, Ann had him join the boy scouts. 
As a result of bringing him to and from meetings at the various houses of 
den mothers, Ann came to know quite a few other women, and one of them, 
Phyllis, a radiant blonde, saw the un-happiness behind Ann's dark eyes. 

To begin with, Ann was now thirty-one years old. She had short black hair, 
which the previous September had been cut as it had been in June, to stay 
off her neck. As a result, she had a small upsweep that made her hairstyle 
look more boyish than many of the styles worn by most males. Her brown eyes 
were like large saucers, and she had the prettiest, short, upturned nose. 
Her lips were full and inviting, and any man looking at them would have 
envied her husband, until finding out that Ann Corso didn't indulge in 
terrible things like taking a penis into her mouth. Nor would she allow her 
husband to use her anus, reasoning that if her vagina, which was larger than 
her anus, was too tight for his cock, then her rectum was even tighter. 

Ann had a rounded figure without being voluptuous. That is, her breasts were 
full without being immense. Her waist was narrow, her hips neither too wide 
nor too narrow, and she had a small, round, tight fanny leading to slender 
thighs and full calves. From merely looking at Ann, one would reason she was 
a stunning woman, and she inspired many an erection without even being aware 
of it. 

However, the unhappiness filling her eyes was obvious to Phyllis, and after 
about three months, in early October, Phyllis took Ann aside after Ann had 
delivered her son to the house of one of the other mothers, and said,'I've 
been watching you for some time, now. You're an absolutely beautiful woman, 
you fill out that blue dress of yours to perfection, yet you have a 
perpetual sadness in your eyes. Why?" 

Phyllis was blonde, with hair that barely came down to her neck. She had a 
long, rather than an oval, face. Her gray eyes even seemed long, and she had 
a long nose, with a slight overbite that caused her front lip to protrude, 
sexily. Phyllis was two inches taller than Ann's five-feet-five inches, and 
she was considerably less round, yet her eyes always had a twinkle in them, 
and when the parents of the scouts got together, it was obvious from looking 
at Phyllis's husband that she made the man extremely happy. 

On that particular day, Phyllis was wearing a white . blouse and pink 
slacks, slacks that would shortly be put away because winter was already 
approaching. Ann didn't want to discuss her personal problems with the 
woman, but this was something that had been weighing heavily on her mind for 
twelve years, and she was astonished that she hadn't cracked under the 
strain in all this time. Even more astonishing was David's willing to put up 
with it. She reasoned that he still remembered their first year together, 
and was hoping she would eventually become as she had been then, and they 
would once again fully enjoy one another's company. He must truly love her. 

"Look," Ann told her, "this is something I can't discuss out in the open. I 
mean, I shouldn't even be talking about it to you, right now." 

"Well, in heaven's name, if you don't talk to me, to whom will you talk?" 
Phyllis asked. "I'm no analyst, but it's more than a little obvious you're 
unhappy. You have deep circles under your eyes, and they're taking away from 
your loveliness. Come on, let's go for a ride and you'll tell me all about 
it." 

They got into Phyllis's Ford station wagon and drove around for more than an 
hour before Ann finally admitted what her problems were. Phyllis listened 
intently, then pulled into a McDonald's parking lot and told Ann to wait. 
She went and got two Big Macs, along with two cups of coffee, and came back. 
As they ate, Phyllis said to the stunning brunette, "Your whole problem is 
too big for someone like me, but I can tell you right now, you have to learn 
to circumvent part of it. You don't want your husband's penis to connect 
with your vagina, so you have to make the man happy another way. Pulling his 
weinie isn't going to do the trick, honey. For heaven's sake, learn to use 
your mouth. Suck the man's cock, drink his sperm, put him in seventh heaven. 
In return, he'll learn to go down on you." 

"But that seems like such a disgusting thing to do," she gasped. 

"Disgust, in this case, is in the eye, or in the mouth, of the beholder," 
Phyllis replied. "I'm telling you, if you learn to go down on him, he'll 
love you that much more for it. What's more, there's a good chance that 
after you've sucked that cock for a while, you'll get so wet inside, tight 
as you are, he'll be able to slip his cock into you without hurting you. 
When that happens, all the good things you remember will return. You'll 
see." 

"I don't know," Ann said, shaking her head, but even as she did so, she knew 
she had to try something. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The scout meeting for the second week in October took place in Ann's house. 
The mothers delivered their children to her ranch home, a wide, sprawling 
place with a half acre of land around it. It was white stucco on the 
outside, with a green-tiled roof. 

The scoutmaster, Mr. Refizzo, had arrived before any of the kids, wearing 
his scoutmaster's uniform. The man wasn't too tall, about five-feet-eight 
inches in height, with stringy brown hair that was longer than Ann's. He had 
round cheeks, a curved nose, and a large, handlebar mustache underneath, as 
if trying to emphasize his masculinity. 

The truth was, Mike Refizzo consistently had doubts concerning his 
masculinity in spite of the fact that he had one of those monstrous cocks 
that seemingly looked like it ought to be attached to a rhino. The reason 
for his lack of self-confidence was due to his inability to make good at his 
job. The man was a warehouseman, and in the gigantic warehouse where he 
worked five days a week, thousands of different items were stored. He had 
once been chewed out by a superior because he had been unable to remember 
where one particular item was. The fact that his boss knew even less than he 
never entered his mind. It didn't occur to him that the boss was coming down 
on him to cover his own personal inadequacies. As a result, Mike Ref izzo 
believed everything his boss said about him, and in order to prove otherwise 
to himself, he would go on fucking sprees. 

Being a bachelor, it proved no problem to Mike. That is, it proved no 
problem until he encountered three whores in a row who were unable to raise 
his erection. Once again, it was something psychological, but Mike Refizzo 
believed it to be a physical inadequacy. He thought he was simply incapable 
of raising an erection, and following his disaster with the initial three 
ladies of the night, he tried making it with various other pavement 
princesses, and failed every time. Frustrated, Mike Refizzo was determined 
to find a way to make his cock hard and keep it hard. 

Once, he had read a book about nymphomaniacs. According to the book, 
nymphomaniacs were women constantly trying to find a man capable of 
satisfying them. The reason for their continual promiscuity was simply their 
inability to attain any kind of satisfaction. 

Well, in his own way he was a male version of a nymphomaniac. No, not a 
satyr. He was unable to find the right woman to keep him erect until he was 
capable of satisfying his urges. He was certain all he had to do was find 
the right woman, and everything would be fine. 

Mike looked at the various mothers of the scouts and decided more than one 
was really good-looking. But just looking at their lovely faces and nubile 
bodies wasn't enough to raise an erection for him, because he was so bound 
up in self-pity, he was unable to concentrate on the women. 

That Saturday afternoon, he didn't have time to think about his troubles as 
he sat around in the Corso basement, talking about scouting with the two 
dozen boys in his troop. They were planning a weekend hike the following 
week, and each boy had to bring permission in writing from his parents. If 
the weather didn't get too cold, they would have this one last weekend in 
the Maine woods. Mike knew the perfect camping area. He had discovered it 
not toot long ago, when some of his male friends had taken him to a 
topless-bottomless nightclub hidden away in the wilds of Maine, of all 
places. People came from hundreds of miles away, from Canada as well as the 
U.S. to enjoy the different kinds of entertainment there. Nearby, was a camp 
ground. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The meeting, as far as all the scouts were concerned, was a big success. 
They would all come here, to the Corso house, and would go off in three 
station wagons. Mike Refizzo would drive one, and two of his assistant 
scoutmasters would drive the others. Each scoutmaster, in turn, would need 
one of the parents to help keep the kids in line. Since the fathers were 
always too busy to bother on weekends, two mothers had agreed to come along, 
but Mike wanted one more mother. He had no volunteers at the moment. 

He was out on the sidewalk in front of the Corso home at the moment. Chris 
Corso was running down the block to play with some friends now that the 
meeting was over. Ann Corso, who had served cookies and milk when it was all 
over, stood nearby, wearing a simple white blouse and yellow skirt. She was 
a really nice-looking woman, and Mike decided he would love the opportunity 
of losing his impotence with someone like her, but the odds were against it. 
She was a strait-laced New England housewife who definitely didn't fool 
around. Too bad! 

Shrugging, he got into his own station wagon, and drove off. 

Ann watched the scoutmaster leave. He was almost always the last to go, and 
she felt she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. God! It was murder with 
all those kids running around. 

She was alone in the big ranch house now, and her mind returned to her 
problem. She would have given anything for a solution. 

Suck a penis indeed! Imagine trying to cram one of those big monstrous 
organs into her mouth. Why her vagina was unable to hold her husband's huge 
phallus. How in heaven's name would he expect her to take .such a monster 
into her throat? Well, maybe she didn't have to take it into her throat. 
Maybe just into her mouth. 

Still, it would have been a lot easier if she had a small penis to practice 
on, first. A thin, tiny one, say like her son's or one of the other young 
scouts. They were still small for the most part, still a long way from being 
fully developed. But where would she be able to find a boy with a closed 
mouth-one who wouldn't go boasting, "Hey, y'know what Mrs. Corso did for 
me?" 

She was deep in thought as she walked into the solarium at the left side of 
her house where she intended watering some of the plants she had there. That 
was when she was startled by the shape of a young boy, sitting in there with 
a drawing pad on his knees. 

"Robert?" she asked. "What are you doing here? All the other scouts have 
gone." 

Robert Lander was a quiet boy. He stayed by himself all the time, never 
associating with Chris or the other boys except at scout meetings. He had 
dark-brown hair, deep, soulful eyes, looking as if they were as full of hurt 
as her own, a straight nose and a firm young chin. He was a boy scout 
because his father insisted on it, but his heart wasn't into scouting. 

Ann walked over to where the boy was drawing, and she noticed he had one of 
her fashion magazines open. It was open to an ad for some underclothing, 
where an unclad female was holding panties before the lower part of her body 
while revealing her breasts. The fashion magazines were becoming more and 
more bold. 

"You're very good," she said to Robert, looking at his sketch. 

"Yeah, I'm studying to become an artist when I grow older," he told her. 
"I'm waiting for mom to pick me up. She won't be here for another three 
quarters of an hours, so I figured I'd pass the time doing some drawing." 

"The trouble is, the woman you're drawing is small-busted," Ann told him. 
"If you want to draw nudes, you have to learn to draw women with all sizes 
of breasts. That is, each woman would have a size different from the 
others." 

"Well," he nodded, "I kinda draw things as I see 'em, but to be honest with 
you, I do have trouble drawing breasts. So I always kinda draw women 
flat-chested. Maybe it's 'cause that's the way I see 'em." 

Robert Lander! A loner! A boy who never associated with the other boys other 
than in scouting, and who even then was silent. Dear God! It was as if the 
youth had been made-to-order for her. 

"Well, if you were to draw me," she said, taking a deep breath and then 
letting it out, "you'd have to draw me with larger breasts than that. I 
mean, I'm pretty big-busted, you know. Not monstrous, but a long way from 
petite." 

"You look kinda petite in my eyes," the boy shrugged. 

"Is that a fact," she said, taking another deep breath and then exhaling. 
"Suppose you decide for yourself-uh, strictly in the interests of art, 
naturally." 

"Huh?" the boy asked, and before he realized what she meant, she took off 
her blouse, dropped it to the side, then unhooked her brassiere and let it 
fall to the floor. 

"Holy cow!" the boy gasped, simply sitting there with the pad on his lap, 
his eyes bulging out of his head. He gazed at the full, perfect white 
breasts with their soft tannish-pink tips. In fact, her nipples looked like 
eyes in the middle of her areolae, eyes that were staring back at him. 

God! he thought. She was right. They were sure big, they were a lot bigger'n 
he'd thought. They were really well-shaped, too, round, artistically 
perfect. He was drooling, and the boy suddenly realized he was thinking 
about all this in more than an artistic sense. He wanted to touch those 
breasts. He was unaware that the sight of this woman's naked bosom would 
cause a bubbling in his young balls, the start of their awakening, and with 
that, the awakening of desire. Robert wasn't an ignorant boy. He had read 
about the differences between males and females, and, in simplistic terms, 
understood the urges males felt for females, though until now, never having 
felt any urges himself, he was unable to figure out just what it was the men 
felt. But now, suddenly, the throbbing in his young balls caused him to 
begin heavily perspiring. She was stunning. She was beautiful, and in far 
more than an artistic sense. She was the perfect woman, and he realized he 
ached to actually put his lips on those nipples. 

Standing, he put his sketch pad down and walked over to her for a closer 
look. 

"Wow!" he said. "Considering their size and all, they sure do stand up nice, 
don't they. I mean, I've seen pictures of women with breasts as big as 
yours, some even a little smaller, and they're already hanging. But gee, 
yours stand up really nice." 

"Thank you," she told him. "I admit, I do certain exercises to keep the 
muscles taut. Also, I was high-breasted from the moment I started to 
develop. Some women are low-breasted, and it isn't that their breasts aren't 
firm, it's just that they're constructed so that it appears their breasts 
are hanging when they're not." 

Wow! You're really fantastic-looking," the boy gasped. "I've seen my 
mother's breasts, and they don't begin to compate to yours." 

"Well, then, I tell you what I'll do," she told him. "Since you like to 
sketch, I'll let you sketch my breasts, provided you don't include my face." 

"D'you mean it?" 

"It'll be our little secret, provided you promise not to tell anyone." 

"I won't tell a soul," he vowed. "Gee, you're terrific." 

He forced himself to remain calm as he once again sat where he had been 
before, facing her, and Ann stepped back to let the sun shining in from the 
west side of the solorium play all over her. Her bobbing breasts seemed as 
strong a lure as anything a woman might use to entice a man, and she knew 
the boy, who was almost thirteen, loved looking at her. She had no idea he 
would be this stunned, and it pleased her. 

Robert simply remained sitting there for a few minutes, staring at the 
fullness of her upstanding breasts, noting they swayed and jiggled with each 
of her movements. They appeared to be manipulated by strings, as if an 
invisible wire led from the tip of each nipple to a crossbar hidden 
somewhere in the ceiling. They bobbled up and down with each breath she 
took, and he had to take a moment to swallow, or else he would have drooled 
all over himself. 

Because she knew the boy wasn't going to attempt to make any kind of move, 
and certainly had no intention as yet, of piercing her vagina, Ann felt 
strongly affected. Subconsciously she had been seeking the youth's approval, 
and she was getting a whole lot more than she had initially expected. She 
saw the youth shaking and knew there would not be any drawing on that 
particular day. 

"Put down the pad Robert," she said to him. 

Still staring at her, the boy set the pad and pencil down on a nearby end 
table. When she ordered him to get to his feet, he did sO, and when she 
ordered him to approach her, there was no way on earth for him to refuse. 

"How much do you like my breasts?" she asked. 

"A lot, Mrs. Corso, a lot," he admitted. 

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked. 

"Hey? Are you serious? Do you mean it?" 

She took his hand, and picking up her blouse and brassiere with her other 
hand, she led him through the house to the basement steps. They went back 
down to the large basement where the scout meeting had been held, and where 
she had graciously refused to be one of the mothers to go along on the 
camping trip. But instead of going into the large barroom, she led him to 
the side, to a smaller family pool room. She left the door partially open, 
wanting to listen in case her son came charging into the house. Then she put 
her things on the pool table, turned to Robert, thrust her breasts toward 
him, and said, "All right, touch them!" 

He raised a hand and reached out, expecting her to flinch and pull back. She 
didn't. Instead, she felt her right nipple immediately start to enlarge when 
his fingers came into contact with it. 

"You have a nice touch," she told him, exhaling, her body beginning to 
tremble beneath his inexperienced hand. 

"And you have wonderful breasts," he said, the words once again popping out 
before he had a chance to stop them. 

"I'm glad you like them," she smiled, and almost without realizing what she 
was doing, Ann leaned forward and kissed the soon-to-be thirteen-year-old on 
the tip of his nose. 

Her arms reached down and her hands touched his waist, then moved down to 
his hips. She noticed that in spite of the so-called sedentary life he 
seemed to lead, the young boy was trim, athletically. 

"Well, I sure wouldn't say I liked them if I didn't," the boy insisted, 
panting heavily now, starting to perspire. "I mean, I go to the beach in the 
summer, and from what I can see, you sure put all those young girls on the 
beach to shame." 

"Thank you, Robert," Ann smiled again, a light film of perspiration beads 
dotting her forehead and upper lip. "I like hearing things from a nice, 
sincere boy like you. I know you only tell the truth." 

"Well, gee, I am a boy scout, and a boy scout wouldn't lie," he insisted 
almost haughtily. 

"Yes, that's very true," she agreed. "Come up here and sit beside me on the 
pool table," she told him as she hoisted herself onto the large table and 
patted the mahogany rim. 

The boy looked for a moment, feeling slightly confused, not really knowing 
what to do. For an instant he felt like turning around and running away. He 
shouldn't be here alone with a grown woman. Things like this just didn't 
happen to boys like himself. But in spite of everything, it was definitely 
happening to him. Not that he had ever been in love with this woman or 
anything, but, well, she sure was something. So was being here with the 
beautiful mother of one of the other guys, she almost naked, sitting on the 
edge of the pool table. What was more, she wanted him to sit next to her. 
He'd be a dope to say no! 

Hopping up beside her, the boy allowed his feet to swing back and forth. He 
felt Ann moving closer to him, and he reddened again. Gee! What did she want 
from him? She was really something! 

Ann, looking at the young boy, saw curiousity mingling with apprehension in 
his innocent eyes-eyes which at the moment seemed to lock themselves on the 
fullness of her upstanding breasts. The truth was, most women her age with 
breasts her size either had pendulous mammaries right from the start, or 
just plain fallen breasts because the pectoral muscles had stretched. Ann 
had gone out of her way to take care of her body, so it was no wonder her 
breasts managed to stand up. Had the boy been a little older and into sex, 
he would have truly been able to appreciate their solidity. As it was, he 
still stared with wide-open eyes. When Ann reached out to him and tugged the 
youth a little closer, pressing one of them against his arm, he really began 
feeling arousal, and he started quivering. One hand had very gently tugged 
his scout shirt from his pants, in back, then began sliding against the warm 
flesh covering his young spine. 

"Calm down," she said to him. "You smell nice and clean. I like that in a 
boy." 

"Yeah, well I do a lotta jobs mowing lawns," the boy said. "Before I come to 
the scout meetings, I take a quick shower, and mom has this yucky deodorant 
soap I use." 

"It smells very nice," the lovely woman told him. "It isn't really perfumed, 
but it still has a pleasant, clean aroma to it." 

"Soap should smell like soap," the boy shrugged. 

"Is art your only hobby?" she asked, changing the subject. 

"I'm also into popular music," the boy told her. "Not the rock stuff, but 
the old pop tunes." 

His hand moved higher, as if for no reason at all, and his fingers moved as 
if of their own volition, compressing tightly around the hard, rubbery 
nipple, formerly tan-pink, now a definite pink-red. The hard, rubbery flesh 
felt smooth and firm between his fingers, and he quivered a little more as 
he pulled harder, aware of throbbing sensations in her swollen bud. 

Ann closed her eyes for a moment. She shuddered as if someone had thrown a 
switch and sent countless millions of volts of electricity shooting through 
her helplessly quaking body. She panted heavily, almost as if gasping. 

"Gee, did I hurt you?" the boy asked, but he was reluctant to take his 
fingers from her nipple. 

Ann was shaking with an insanely passionate kind of helplessness. It came to 
her that she had been subconsciously angling for this from the moment she 
had seen Robert alone. Granted she liked the boy, liked him a lot, but it 
wasn't a physical kind of love. Certainly it was nothing akin to passion, 
yet she had to admit she liked him very much. Having come this far with him, 
she was determined to go farther. She was determined to take the advice of 
her friend Phyllis. She was going to learn how to suck a cock, and why not 
start with this tiny one. It would make that monster between her husband's 
thighs more acceptable, if not palatable. The mere idea seemed to stimulate 
her that much more. 

"You have firm hands," she told the boy, complimenting him. "I like the way 
your fingers touch me. Why not use your other hand, as well. I mean, the 
breast does feel neglected since you're only playing with its twin, and 
you're the one to blame." 

"Gee, Mrs. Corso, I don't know what to say. I mean...." 

"We're alone, Robert," she whispered in a conspiratorial voice. "What you 
and I are doing at this moment is extremely personal, so when there's no one 
else around, why not behave a bit more friendly, more intimately. Start by 
calling me Ann." 

The boy found his face reddening even more, with his hand still massaging 
her breast. But he slipped off the table and stood on the floor in front of 
her, keeping one hand on her one breast, and covering her other nipple with 
his other palm. Without looking, Ann felt his crotch pressing against her 
nylon-covered leg, and she knew the boy was strongly aroused, even if 
unaware just why his body was reacting as it was. 

Reaching down with her right hand, she placed her palm flatly against his 
young thigh, noting he never even noticed it because he was so absorbed with 
feeling her breasts, nothing else in the world seemed to matter at that 
moment. He was panting and gasping, and Ann felt the strong, tremulous 
sensations quivering through his extended fingers as they moved across the 
firmness of her vanilla breasts, teasing the light cherry-colored nipples. 
His fingering movements caused the beautiful woman to smile, and for the 
first time in years she once again looked radiant as she anticipated, with 
lust, the boy's next move. 

"You do like my breasts, don't you?" she softly whispered, "Oh yeah," the 
boy nodded, gulping and blushing at the same time. They're really terrific, 
and the flesh feels so smooth, so soft." 

"Well, then, I think you should know I like it, too, and I think of myself 
as being a lucky woman that you stayed behind when all the others had gone." 

As she spoke she tightened an arm around the boy, tugging his youthful body 
even closer. He responded automatically, leaning closer. 

With her tongue, she reached forth and stabbed into his young ear. The boy 
shuddered but remained where he was standing, still tightly gripping her 
breasts. He grunted a little and tentatively kissed her cheek as her hands 
rubbed his back again and again. 

She had the boy hooked. Yes, she had him where she wanted him, and he would 
do anything at all to make her happy. It was obvious he was so strongly 
affected he was incapable of fighting these new emotions that were growing 
in him. As long as she continued working slowly, not frightening him, the 
web of eroticism she was weaving would get stronger and stronger. He was a 
mere twelve years old, almost thirteen, and she was clearly able to tell he 
was completely overpowered by all that was happening to him. 

"You must have the most beautiful breasts in the whole wide world," the boy 
said to her, gasping. 

"You just keep saying that to every female you meet in later life," she told 
him, "and they'll all want you to make love to them. Every woman likes to be 
told nice things about herself." 

"Mrs. Corso, what you have is worth saying nice things about," the young boy 
insisted. "Your breasts are so perfect-not too large, not too small, not too 
hard, not too soft." 

"So we've established that you definitely like my breasts," she teased 
softly, keeping the boy under her spell by slowly moving her body from side 
to side, watching the way his youthful fingers managed to cling to her 
throbbing nipples. 

Robert continued staring at her tantalizing white flesh, his tongue wetting 
his lips. The young boy was almost drooling, aching to pop at least one of 
those nipples into his mouth and suck. 

"Men like to do more than merely put their hands on a woman's breasts," she 
whispered in an encouraging tone to the boy. "Most men like to take nipples 
into their mouths and chew on them. Would you like to put one of mine into 
your mouth?" 

"Can I?" the boy asked in a pleading tone. "Can I really?" 

"Well, as far as I'm concerned," she replied, her breath heavy and strong, 
"what good is having nipples if they can't be sucked and kissed now and 
again by someone nice." 

"Yeah, that's right, that's right," the boy nodded, his tongue almost 
hanging out of his mouth. 

"My nipples are just as good as any other woman's," Ann went on. "They feel 
the need to be fondled and suckled. I like feeling the mouth of someone 
loveable and pleasant on them." 

"Right," the boy said again. 

"Well then, what are you waiting for, Robert? The time has come for you to 
begin using those lips and that tongue. Lick my nipples." 

Robert was scarcely able to believe his ears. Was it true? Was she telling 
him to go ahead and suck her breasts? Heck! It was more like she was 
ordering him to do it. Well, he'd have to be a total klutz not to take 
advantage of this. So he began leaning forward toward her right breast, 
encircling as much of the heavy globe of meat with his hand as he was able, 
and he tugged it upward toward his hungering mouth as saliva dribbled from 
the corner of his lips. It was at that moment that Ann reached down with her 
hand along the front of his thighs, feeling for, finding, and lightly 
caressing his phallic wand. 

Shuddering tremors began quaking through her sweet, delectable body at that 
precise moment. She felt thrills move as if like long fingers through her 
body into her intestines as her mouth began to automatically work. Lord! At 
this moment she wished she had a second boy here, so she would be able to 
kiss him while this boy standing before her continued lowering his mouth to 
her swollen nubbin. Then the boy's tight lips clamped themselves firmly 
around her nipple, filling the trembling extension with a series of shocking 
electrical impulses. The hard, slender cock her fingers had lightly grazed 
moments earlier was suddenly in the center of her hand and she was squeezing 
it firmly, realizing it was precisely what she had been seeking-just the 
right length, just the right breadth. Yes, it was more slender than her 
husband's penis, and there was no possible way for it to hurt her-whether in 
her mouth or even in her cunt. Yes, cunt was the right word to use now 
instead of vagina, because she was acting like a tart, but loving every 
moment of it. 

The boy's mouth continued hungrily sucking her nipples, making them swell 
even more. Her free arm pressed his face that much more firmly into her 
breasts, making him feel as if he was surrounded by cushions of soft flesh, 
almost crushing his small nose. She ached to strip him naked and allow her 
hands to wander all over his young body. It took all her inner self-control 
to merely sit there and press his head to her chest while her other hand 
continued fondling the reedy pipestem of his young cock. 

The boy had never been touched so intimately by a female before. He was 
somewhat startled, and as a result jumped back. When her hand reached out to 
pull him to her again, he stepped back, a little unsure of himself at this 
point. 

"What's wrong, Robert?" she asked. 

"Well ... gee ... I didn't know you were supposed to touch me, too," he 
gasped. "I mean, I don't let my mother, or even the doctor touch me there." 

"Well, your mother doesn't allow you to feel her breasts, does she?" Ann 
asked. 

"No," the boy admitted. 

"Think about it for a minute. Did you like my touching you down there, 
Robert? Honestly, now." 

"I don't know," he shrugged. 

"Suppose I touch you once more, and then you can decide." 

"Well, I guess it'll be okay," he nodded. 

He stepped forward and let her put her hand on his penis. She rubbed it 
through his pants, feeling it stiffen even more, and she said, "Like it?" 

"Yeah, I guess so. It's just that it's so different." 

"As long as it's good," she pointed out. "Now I happen to like it when you 
suck my nipples. So while you suck my nipples, I'll keep on fondling your 
penis, okay?" 

The boy stopped and thought for a moment, then realized he would be ten 
different kinds of a jerk if he said no. He liked sucking on the tips of her 
breasts, and he sure liked what her hand did to his penis. This was some new 
kind of game-one he had never played before, and he didn't want to stop 
playing it. 

He came back to her and allowed his thighs to open wide, allowing the 
softness of her hand to slide against the solid poker of his young penis. 
The boy quivered, but this time he stayed perfectly still, enjoying the 
wonderful pressure of her hand. 

"Oh, my!" the beautiful woman whispered. "It feels so nice and hard and 
wonderful. And that mouth of yours, Richard, well it certainly knows what to 
do to a woman's breasts to make them feel really good. You know, this is 
what men do to women all the time, and I can tell you right now, you're as 
good as my husband. Now aren't you glad I brought you down here with me?" 

Ann felt herself ready to explode all over. She felt so wonderful, so 
thrillingly good all over. There was no fear, nothing to hurt her, and she 
gave vent to her feelings, shuddering and quaking, using all her strength to 
keep still while concentrating on squeezing and tugging on the young boy's 
hard penis. She had to make sure she didn't jerk too hard or too fast. 
Otherwise everything was fine. 

"My other nipple," she whispered after a while. "Suck my other nipple for a 
short time. It's dying to feel the pressure of your mouth." 

His lips wandered across the narrow expanse of her feminine chest. The 
trembling, shooting sparks she had felt in the first feminine milk mountain 
when the boy had sucked her nipple began to circulate through the other one 
as his tongue flattened and rubbed against the peaking nipple. His hand 
reached up and took a firm grip on the nipple he had initially sucked and he 
massaged it, preventing it from shrinking. 

Ann had a solid hold on the youth's pulsing penis, and she became aware of 
his back-and-forth movement as he rubbed it between her pressuring fingers. 
He was, in essence, trying to fuck her hand through his pants. Ann was 
certain the temperature of the young cock must have risen by at least twenty 
degrees. She was positive that if it got any hotter, the boys pants would 
burst into flames. Lord! She was tired of gripping it through the material. 
She wanted to feel it in the flesh. She wanted to look at the pulsing penis, 
to see if it really was as slender and as tiny as she felt it to be. She 
wanted it exposed, uncovered, and then she wanted it covered again, but this 
time by the tissues of her vagina, or, if she dared, by her sucking mouth. 

"Let's both of us get undressed," she whispered softly. "We're alone down 
here, and your mother isn't due for a little while yet. If we get completely 
undressed, I'll show you how to have a really good time." 

She was trembling, shaking all over as she hadn't done since her wedding 
night. God! This was ridiculous! 

The boy, having heard what she had said, sucked harder, pressing his 
handsome young face all the more firmly into the rounded swells of her 
breasts. His teeth began chewing on a nipple, and when she suddenly 
stiffened from the total pleasure of it all, he stopped, once again thinking 
he might have hurt her. 

"I'm sorry," he told her. "Really, honestly, I'm sorry. I wouldn't do 
anything to hurt you." 

Dear God! This was the kind of pain she would have been able to handle 
twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Compared to the things her 
husband did to her while believing he was making her feel good, this boy's 
little nibbles were sheer paradise. Heck! If he'd continued to bite her that 
way a little longer, she probably would have attained her first orgasm in a 
dozen years. 

"You didn't hurt me" she assured him. "In fact, what you were doing was 
arousing me, making me feel better, making me feel like a woman who was 
wanted." 

Surrounding the young boy's head with her two hands, lacing her fingers into 
his dark-brown hair, she pressed his face into her bare breasts once again, 
feeling his mouth open and his lips start sucking solidly on her nipple. 
Then his mouth worked its way over to her other nipple and continued 
sucking. When the young boy finally came up for air, Ann leaned down and 
lightly pressed her lips to his in the first lover's kiss he had ever 
received. She probed with her tongue, moving it between his teeth, teasing 
his own tongue, touching his gums, his palate, his teeth. 

Her kiss caught Robert completely unaware. No one, but no one had ever 
kissed him this way before. True he had seen people in the movies pretending 
to be passionate, but this was the real thing, and it stunned the youth for 
a moment. 

She tried tugging his zipper open, but the teeth seemed to be caught. She 
needed the boy to do it, and as long as his mouth worked on her breasts, he 
would never be able to concentrate on opening his fly. Damn it all! She 
wanted him undressed, right here, in the game room, before his mother came 
to pick him up and before her son decided to come home for supper. She 
wanted herself lying flat out on the pool table with the boy's throbbing 
skinny cock pushing into her narrow cunt, giving her all that sought-after 
pleasure, but this time without any kind of pain. A skinny penis would be 
able to do that. 

Robert, still new to all this, didn't quite understand what it was the woman 
was leading up to. He knew he lacked experience in all this, but heck! 
Anyone just starting out, first learning, just didn't start out experienced. 
The boy was trembling, and he found it no longer possible for him to bring 
himself under control. Wow! Sucking on the breasts of this beautiful older 
woman was something he had never dreamed possible, not in a million years. 
In fact, until now, it had never even occurred to him that he wanted to suck 
on a woman's breasts. He still didn't completely understand why he wanted to 
do it, but nevertheless, he did. Tasting those pink pellets was 
unbelievable. Gee! Her flesh was so different there than on the rest of her 
body. The nipples were so rubbery, whereas the rest of her breasts were so 
soft-fleshed, so yielding, yet so firm. 

Robert wasn't used to kissing in this adult manner. He had to admit it was 
something to which he might get used to in a hurry, because there was no 
doubt that he enjoyed it. Her slim, slender wet tongue, pressing into his 
mouth, was heatedly arousing, especially when it gently played over his own 
mouth-even with just plain water. But he had come here to attend a scout 
meeting with a bunch of other guys, guys he didn't care about one way or the 
other, and as a result, hadn't bothered to gargle beforehand. 

"Just think of all this as doing your good deed for the day," Ann told him. 

Well, this was one good deed he was going to enjoy doing a lot more than any 
of the others. After all, the mere fact that he was doing something with 
Mrs. Corso made it a deed. As far as both of them were concerned, it was 
really good, so it had to be classified as a good deed. Actually, he wasn't 
that certain in his mind that he was doing that good, but boy, she was sure 
making him feel good. He had never tongue-kissed with anyone before, and 
when done with a woman who seemed to know what she was doing, it was a lot 
of fun. The pressure of her tongue against his was the ligthest, tremulous 
little tickle. But boy was it ever good! 

Her hand continued to constantly rub his flaming little penis, and Ann 
decided it might be a good idea to slow down just a little. If she kept on 
doing this, she'd make that boy pop his load long before she was ready for 
him to do so. There wouldn't be time to get him worked up a second time. She 
had to save that first ejaculation for her own aching body. She needed that 
stiff, narrow erection, either probing into her vagina, or into her mouth. 
She hoped the boy would be able to stay under control long enough. There was 
no doubt in her mind he was an extremely sensuous young man, and given time 
he would learn how to handle everything correctly. But this being his first 
time, he might very easily ejaculate prematurely. 

She was aware of his hands continuing to tweak her nipples. First his 
fingers pulled, then his palms massaged her full, rounded breasts. A light 
coating of perspiration blanketed her entire body, almost lubricating the 
boy's hands as he moved them over her mammarial swells. It soon dawned on 
her that some of the perspiration belonged to the boy, as well. 

Ann seemed to be reading the young boy's mind, knowing what he was thinking 
before he thought it. He was starting to think of himself as a far more 
mature person, being more sophisticated for his age than other kids, more 
than he had ever believed himself to be. But there was still a lot of little 
boy in him. Though her nakedness filled his eyes and his mind, and though 
her body made him rigid with mounting young desire, the boy didn't like the 
idea of exposing himself to the woman. He suddenly began becoming nervous, 
his body tightening as he grabbed her hands, hands that once again tried 
tugging down his zipper. 

"Now come on, Robert," she said to him in a soft tone of voice. "This can't 
be just a one-way thing. In order for both of us to enjoy everything to the 
fullest, we both have to get undressed. You want to look at me, and I want 
to look at you. Besides, once we get those pants of yours off, I'm going to 
teach you things you never dreamed of." 

"Well, gee, I'm kind of enjoying things as they are right now," Robert 
murmured very shyly. "I mean, this is the first time that looking at a 
woman's breasts aroused me this way, but it sure won't be the last." 

"I'm glad you like my breasts," she said, smiling at him. "But just as you 
enjoy fondling my breasts, I would like to be able to get my hands on that 
hot little poker sticking out between your thighs. I'm no less human than 
you, even if I am a little older." 

"Hey, gosh, I mean, I donno...." 

"Come on, Robert. You've already proven you're more of a man than many men 
old enough to be your father. Real men always take their pants off at a time 
like this." 

Ann had the boy sit beside her on the edge of the pool table again. Before 
he understood what was happening, she had him lying back on the green baize 
table. She realized he was a strong boy for his age, but she was just as 
strong. He began struggling with her each time her hands went for his pants, 
and the pair of them began rolling around on the pool table. 

"Robert," she finally gasped, "what's wrong? What's so awful about removing 
your pants?" 

"I-I dunno!" the boy finally admitted, shrugging. "I mean, I haven't gotten 
undressed in front of my mother for almost four years now, and I feel funny 
doing it in front of you." 

Good God! What a prudish young man! Why in heaven's name was he behaving 
this way? She didn't have that much time left. She had to think of 
something, and quick. Finally she said, "I'm sorry, Robert. I thought you 
were more adult than this. I guess you're just a kid, after all. Look, let's 
both get dress, go upstairs, and wait for your mom to come." 

"You mean I can't play with your breasts anymore?" he asked. "I can't suck 
your nipples?" 

"What's the point?" she asked. "All that is just the beginning. You have to 
go on from there. But if you don't want to...." 

Hell! He was having the time of his life. He didn't want to stop sucking her 
breasts now. She kept telling him there was more. Maybe she was right. Maybe 
there was more. The only way to find out was to do as she said. 

"Okay," he finally said, undoing his pants. "I'll do as you say." 

"You won't change your mind?" she asked. 

"No," he told her as fresh perspiration broke out all over him. "I won't 
change my mond. I'll do as you wish." 

"Remember, this is just between the two of us," she cautioned. "You can't 
tell your mom or your pop or anyone." 

"I know," he nodded. "I won't tell anyone." 

"Promise?" 

"Promise!" he affirmed. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

About to get out of his car, Mike Refizzo reached for his new Polaroid SX-70 
camera, and suddenly realized he didn't have it with him. Son of a bitch! He 
had been showing it to the scouts at the meeting, and he had left it in the 
basement of the Corso home. Well, shit! He wasn't going to let it lie there 
and allow some creep to come in and grab it, claiming it belonged to him-the 
creep-in the first place. 

Turning his station wagon around, Mike pulled up in front of the Corso 
residence. He noticed the front door was still open, but the storm door was 
shut. Shit! No need to bother anyone. He'd ring the bell, and when that 
luscious Mrs. Corso answered, he'd explain about his camera, hurry 
downstairs, get it, then hurry out again. Sheesh! She was a nice-looking 
cunt! She was probably the nicest-looking pussy of all the mother's of the 
pack. Too bad she always had such a sour puss. What she needed was to be 
straightened out with a good cock up her cunt. If only his own would 
stiffen. He pushed the doorbell a number of times, but failing to hear it 
ring, assumed it might not be working. 

As he remembered from the last meeting they held here, there was a back way 
into the house. The front door, that is, the storm door, was locked. He 
walked around to the side, past the solarium, and to the rear where he found 
a back patio. The door was open, and when he entered the patio, he walked to 
the door leading to the house and tried it. It, too, was open. He was about 
to call out when he noticed how quiet it was. He heard no footsteps 
upstairs, which meant the woman wasn't in any of the bedrooms. Nor did he 
hear her in the kitchen. Hey, she was probably in the John. Why disturb her? 
Get the camera, then leave. 

He found the door leading to the basement. His feet, covered with sneakers, 
made no noise going downstaris. At the bottom of the stairs he saw the large 
room straight ahead where he had left his camera, and bypassing the room 
with the half-closed door, not even noticing the light was on inside, he 
went and retrieved the camera. On his way to the stairs, he heard a groan, 
and that was when he noticed the light on in the room to his right-the room 
with the door only partly open. He peered in and his eyeballs almost popped 
out of his head. There was Ann Corso, naked to the waist, and one of his 
scouts, Robert Lander, dropping his own pants. They hit the floor with a 
thud because of his scout belt buckle, and the boy's five inch penis sprang 
out and pointed toward Ann Corso. 

Mike stared, unable to believe this developing of his first erection in 
months. The dame was trying to get the kid, of all people, to fuck her. Why 
the hell hadn't she come to him, to Mike Refizzo? Hs would have been more 
than happy to oblige. Hell! He had more than that little kid, any day. Shit! 
His cock had to be at least twice as long, and certainly three times as 
thick. She was the one he had been waiting for. 

"Well, now," Ann was saying, totally unaware of the presence of her 
unwelcome visitor. "For a twelve-year-old boy, you're built very 
impressively, I must say." 

She say on the edge of the pool table again and offered Robert her hand. The 
boy hopped up beside her, now totally naked, and oddly enough, not feeling 
the least little bit embarrassed about it. He enjoyed the way the older 
woman stared at the hard, throbbing length of his penis, sticking up as it 
did from between his slightly parted thighs. 

Ann was fascinated by the slender wand attached to the youth. It was just as 
well-shaped, but on a much smaller scale, as the monster that protruded from 
between her husband's thighs. She wasn't able to see the veins, and realized 
the boy's penis would have to thicken some more and the outer casing would 
have to stretch enough for the veins to become visible. The head was a sort 
of rosy pink, the same color as her nipples now, but one day, when the boy 
grew older, his glans would probably turn the same bottled purple as her 
husband's. She watched with a certain amount of enjoyment the way the hard 
little organ seemingly leaped from side to side each time it twitched. But 
she was glad to see Robert wasn't blushing or embarrassed in any way. The 
twitch in his youthful cock was from anxiety and not from being ashamed of 
what he had. 

She saw some light strands of hair first starting to form on an otherwise 
bare pelvis. One day there would be a profusion of brown curls down there. 

The boy's dangling balls were so much tinier than her husband's. Not only 
that, but at the moment they were totally hairless, and the scrotal skin was 
almost totally without wrinkles. He had what appeared to be two tiny marbles 
encased in a smooth leather sac. The scrotum, because of the arousal he was 
feeling, was already pulled up tightly into his young crotch. 

Ann put an arm around the handsome young boy's shoulders, while her other 
hand rested on his thighs, not too far from his quivering phallus. Her 
breasts pressed into his arm, and he was aware of the heat emanating from 
them. 

"That's not so bad, is it?" she asked, using the hand on his thighs to open 
his legs a bit more, giving her a better view of his tiny masculine pestle. 
"You have a very sturdy penis there. It's already large enough to make an 
adult woman happy. All you have to do is poke it into a woman's vagina. 
Would you like to try that?" 

"Well, I don't know too much about these things," 

"All you have to do is lie on top of me, push it in, then move it in and out 
until you feel the most wonderful sensation you'll ever hope to feel. 
Believe me, there's nothing in the whole world like it. Wouldn't you like to 
try it now?" 

"Gee, wouldn't it feel kind of funny in there?" he asked. 

"More than four billion men in the entire history of the world don't seem to 
think so," she told him. "But if you don't want to try...." 

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't want to try," the boy insisted. 

J'Aha! Then you do want to try." 

"Well, yeah, I suppose so," he nodded, not really knowing what else to say 
as he watched her fingers slide over and ever-so-gently touch it. The 
pressure of her tantalizing fingers made him quiver and gasp. 

Wow! he thought silently. If her cunt feels half as good as her hand, I'm 
really gonna love all this. 

Just thinking about it made him turn red, not with embarrassment, but with 
anxiety. His rigidly stiff cock suddenly became thicker and stiffer than 
ever. As her gentle hand continued lightly touching the pulsing penis, he 
began quivering as he realized he just might start spurting that stuff he 
had once shot into his covers while asleep one night. He had thought he'd 
wet his bed until he realized the stuff smelled and felt different. In fact, 
it had happened a few times. 

Hell! One thing was sure, and that was, if he did shoot that stuff, he 
wouldn't be hard, and if he wasn't hard, he wasn't going to fit his cock 
into what she called her vagina, but what the kids in school would have 
called her cunt, her hot-box, her pussy, her snatch. 

Ann's fingers began curling around the throbbing young penis, and its very 
shortness and skinniness gave her a feeling of security. It was hot, it was 
hard, it was throbbing with vibrant need, and it was definitely ready. It 
might have been slender, but it was no less solid than her husband's 
phallus, and this knowledge reassured her, for if she was able to suck on 
this one and not feel any strangulation, then she would be able to suck her 
husband's. Not only that, but if she managed to have another affair with 
this boy, and let him fuck her, she was certain the boy's penis would in no 
way hurt her vagina. Once she was able to take this one inside her, there 
ought not to be any problem with David's. Her hand clutched the penis even 
more tightly, and the boy had to strain himself to keep from shooting. 

"Robert," she said to the boy. "Would you like to put your penis inside me 
as I've suggested?" 

"Oh, wow!" was all the boy was able to say, jubilation clearly visible in 
his tone. 

"There's only one thing," she said to the boy. "I want you to understand 
this has to be kept a deep secret between the two of us. As long as it 
remains a secret, you and I can do a lot of different things. But if you 
tell anyone, it'll all stop, and what's more, a lot of people who won't 
understand will see to it I might to to jail." 

"I wouldn't tell anyone," Robert assured her, and he wouldn't. He didn't 
know anyone he wanted to tell, and even if he did, he was good at keeping 
secrets. "No one'll ever find out." 

Care to make a bet on that? Mike Refizzo thought as he focused his SX-70, 
knowing the sound coming from the freezer's electric motor would cover the 
'zzzz' his camera made each time he snapped a photo. The freezer was kept in 
the family playroom because there was no room for it anywhere else. It was a 
huge, thirty cubic foot affair, and when the motor ran, it made a lot of 
noise, as it was doing now. 

Refizzo knew he would get some great shots of the kid and the woman fucking. 
They would never even know he was there. 

Ann leaned against the handsome young boy, allowing the heat emanating from 
her upstanding breasts to surround the boy's arm, and then he turned his 
face to her, instinctively wanting to kiss her again, enjoying this grown-up 
way of kissing. Ann was aware of how fast the youth was learning. 

Then their mouths came together, pressing solidly. Each kissed the other 
with violence, each using tongue as well as lips, each attempting to gain 
some kind of advantage over the other. There was no softness or gentleness 
in their kisses, and Ann sensed the overpowering savagery she had unleashed 
in the youth as his tongue swabbed through her mouth. His determination was 
almost enough to make Ann smile, but the arousal he was causing overshadowed 
that. 

She pushed the boy backward so that he was lying on the table again, this 
time with his legs dangling over the side. There was no fight in Robert, 
aware now that whatever he did with Ann Corso, it would definitely be good. 
He fell back, but his arms grabbed her and he took her with him, sealing his 
lips firmly to hers, enjoying the pressure of her wonderful nakedness. His 
young head hit the green baize with a soft thump, and still his lips and 
tongue continued pulling on hers. 

Ann pulled her lips from those of the over anxious boy for a moment, kissing 
her way down to his skinny throat, then to his chest. All the while he felt 
her spiky nipples pressing against his ribs, and then his belly. 

Her mouth was pressing into his stomach, licking into the tempting little 
dimple that was his navel. It was such a tiny navel, and the tip of her 
tongue was barely able to probe into it. 

Again she slid off the pool table, but keeping herself between the young 
boy's dangling thighs, capturing the upstanding skinny little phallus 
between the cushions of her swollen breasts, pressing them tightly together, 
creating friction. Robert immediately started shuddering and trembling, 
gasping as he felt her long, hard nipples push into his groin, rubbing the 
area where his thighs were seamed to his torso. Then the throbbing nipples 
moved the littlest bit lower, tantalizing the youth's young balls. This made 
Robert quiver and shudder even more. The boy humped his buttocks up and down 
against the smooth wooden lip of the pool table. He almost pulled away he 
was so overwhelmed with sensation, but at the last second decided to stay. 
No more running. No more behaving like some kind of immature kid. He was 
learning how adults enjoyed themselves, and he realized adults had it over 
kids when it came to really feeling the enjoyment. Yeah man! Older people 
sure knew how to have a good time! 

Her loving forearms pressed the boy's inner thighs, spreading them that much 
wider apart, and then her hungering lips were gently kissing his pulsating 
stalk, making it twitch and shudder even more. Robert felt so overpowered, 
he wondered what was keeping him from shooting that stuff from his penis 
that had erupted when he had been asleep that night-that stuff with the 
smell of bleach. 

Ann was more and more delighted with the small penis. Hell! It sure looked a 
lot like her husband's in every way save one-that one being the most 
important one. This was one penis that wouldn't tear at her vaginal 
membranes, nor would it strangle her if she took it into her mouth. The idea 
of sucking still didn't thrill her, but as Phyllis had said, if she was 
unable to please David one way, she had to learn another way, and so she 
would steel herself and learn this way. 

The penis was standing stiffly up, cutting holes in the air, the eyes in the 
tip leaking oils that made it shine with a brilliant gloss. It quaked and 
quivered, almost as if begging to be taken into her mouth, and though she 
had never done this before, Ann was determined to go through with it, now. 

Her jawline was presently rubbing against the pink point of his pulsating 
young penis. She felt the slick oil continually bubbling from the heated 
tip, smearing against her cheek. Her eyes looked straight ahead along the 
flat of his young belly and saw his face as the boy hoisted himself up on 
his elbows in order to watch what she was doing. His excitement was patently 
obvious, feeling the need to see as well as to feel. Yes, this was something 
she understood. Her husband had tried arousing her by taking her to see 
x-rated films once, and it had almost done the trick. Just watching had 
gotten her hot and bothered, but the trouble was, her husband had been 
forced to wait until they returned home before trying to fuck her, and by 
then the euphoria created by the sight of men fucking women had worn off. 
Had he tried fucking her while she had been watching it, her inner muscles 
might have relaxed just enough for her to once again handle that wonderful 
monster of cock. 

Hell! This young, slender cock had to be fitted into her cunt. If it rubbed 
back and forth long enough in there, stimulating orgasm, she would finally 
get over her hand-up and her husband would be able to safely fuck her again. 
Hell! The man had waited long enough-twelve years. He was entitled to her 
cunt again. But just in case, just in case, she wanted to play it safe. If 
she was unable to go through with Dave fucking her, then she would have to 
suck him, and in order for her to have that kind of courage, she would have 
to learn to do it with Robert Lander, first. Just a few licks this time, to 
get her kind of used to it, maybe to lubricate it, and then she would have 
the boy sink it into the chasm between her thighs. 

God! Her anguished cunt felt as if her inner walls were so tight, they were 
actually rubbing against each other. She was still a clamped vise in there, 
and it was possible the boy's cock might also have a tough time fitting in. 
Her tight pussy would just have to wait a little longer, that's all there 
was to it. He would fuck her-some day, but for the moment she decided she 
was better off fitting the penis between her lips and learning how to suck, 
though she presumed that once she got over any ill thought, the sucking 
would come very naturally. 

"Having fun?" she asked, her breath blowing all over the youth's shuddering 
groin. 

"Yeah, yeah," Robert admitted. "This is really terrific." 

"Remember, say nothing to anyone, and you and I will be able to do this more 
often-that is, if you feel you'll want to do it after we've finished." 

"You betcha," the boy nodded, heavily panting, feeling his hot, young cock 
tremble, thrilled as her breath began coming from between pursed lips, 
blowing all over his throbbing cock, as she psyched herself up to what she 
intended doing next. 

"Except for my husband, you're going to be the only male to become familiar 
with me this way," she told the boy. 

With an awful lot of Refizzo thrown in for good measure, Mike Refizzo 
thought to himself, standing in the dark basement hallway, just waiting for 
the action to get started so he'd be able to snap away. He had a whole roll 
of film in the camera, and it was sensitive enough to take pictures in the 
brightly-lit playroom without a flash. 

Ann took a deep breath, pursed her lips into an 'O' and then slowly slid 
them over the oily head of the throbbing penis. 

"Wow!" Robert gasped, his buttocks suddenly leaping up off the edge of the 
pool table, then slamming down again against the mahogany as Ann tightly 
surrounded his pulsating young cock with the cushions of her pressuring 
lips. 

Without thinking, she slowly pushed her mouth down, pressing her tongue 
flatly against the underside, sliding it against the tube of urethra, and 
before she realized it, she had engulfed the entire young member. Before 
giving herself a chance to think, she sucked and began pulling her lips 
upward, and the boy gasped, "Oh, wow! Mrs. Corso, Ann, that's really 
terrific!" 

That was when Refizzo took his first picture. 

Robert was very close to shooting his load, and Ann knew it from the 
pulsations in the boy's cock. There was no way she was going to even try 
fitting this cock into her cunt, today. The instant he shoved it in there, 
he would fire one blast after another, and she would have achieved no 
satisfaction of her own. Better to learn cocksucking to its fullest, then. 

The odd thing was, now that she opened her eyes and looked at the 
all-but-hairless groin, she realized she was enjoying what she was doing. 
She had felt the tip of his penis push into her gullet, but that was as far 
as it would reach. There was no way she was going to strangle herself on 
this penis, and the meaty flavor of it was enjoyable. It rubbed against the 
full length of her tongue, and with the head poking into her throat, 
something was being touched that set off sparklers inside her. The small, 
flexing head swelled even more, pressing against her palate. 

She shivered as she began to feel wanton ansiety running through her. She 
hadn't felt something this good in twelve years. All those times with her 
husband-ever since the birth of her son-had been sheer terror. But unafraid 
at the moment, she felt aroused and thrilled as she had in the old days, 
when she and her husband had fucked wildly without thought to any 
consequences. That was why Chris had been born so soon. God! She was dying 
to be fucked! She felt the need shooting through her as surely as if the 
message had been typed out and handed to her on a piece of paper. Her vagina 
was wet, inwardly clenching and distending as it hadn't done for a dozen 
years, screaming, begging to be filled with a pulsating penis. It wanted to 
feel the cock push through its membranes, aching for the heady kind of 
satisfying orgasm she used to know-an orgasm without pain. 

Ann felt lubricant dripping from her cunt, soaking her panties. In fact, so 
much of it was oozing out of her, it ran down her thighs. The smooth fabric 
of the nylon crotchband suddenly felt sandpapery against her turbulent 
reminine flesh. Her oversensitive, aching cunt-lips had the sensation of 
being rubbed with pumice. But even as her clitoris swelled and pulsated, she 
was aware of the youthful penis swelling in her mouth, letting her know how 
close to orgasm he was. As the penile head thickened a little, it pressured 
the sensitive area in her throat when she had the full length of male pipe 
inside, and that, combined with the pressure of the wet crotchband against 
her clitoris, caused her to feel tingles and make her aware how close she 
was to attaining her own satisfaction-a climax-something she hadn't felt in 
twelve years. 

Her face forced itself to press all the more firmly into the youthful pubis, 
her nostrils inhaling the faint masculine scent of him, a scent that would 
become stronger with time, now. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, 
and her tongue reached out and snapped in his small testicles, as well. She 
trapped them with her lower lip, and instead of bobbing her head, began 
applying pressure on the cockhead with her gullet, squeezing, crushing, 
sucking, while her lips and tongue ran over the penile base and the scrotal 
sac. He was going to shoot, and she knew her own climax would coincide with 
that of the boy. All she had to do was keep her mouth tightly locked to his 
organ, swallowing his seed. If she was able to do this with Robert, surely 
she would be able to do it with her own husband. 

"Hhuunn yyuuunnnggg hhaa hhaa hhaahh!" the boy gasped, suddenly frightened 
of what was going to happen. He had come a few times in wet dreams, unable 
to understand what had caused it to happen, and now he realized the same 
thing was going to happen again, only this time it wouldn't be a mere 
eruption. This time it would be with a strong inner feeling the likes of 
which he had never previously known. 

What was more, his penis was lodged in Mrs. Corso's mouth, and that 
funny-smelling fluid was going to shoot into her throat if she didn't watch 
out. Jesus! This was really something, though. The interior was so wet, so 
warm, so wonderful, the craziest sensations were shooting insanely through 
him. Still, it wasn't nice to have any kind of stuff from his cock going 
into her mouth. That was all wrong. Somehow he had to pull out. 

Jesus! he thought, struggling. I can't get out. I'm going to shoot the whole 
thing down her throat whether I like it or not. Never one to fight fate, 
Robert decided he might just as well enjoy it to the utmost. 

He had tried his hardest to pull back and had even wound his fingers into 
her hair with the intent of yanking her face away. But her hands were 
tightly gripping his asscheeks, and she was cramming the full length of his 
genitalia into her sucking mouth, her head moving from side to side in rapid 
herks, creating the same kind of friction she had caused when bobbing up and 
down, only the head of his cock remained lodged at the opening to her 
throat, rubbing against that ultra-sensitive area back there in her gullet, 
and as a result, she felt her orgasm climbing higher inside her. Her jaws 
pulled hard as her tongue sucked his small balls a little deeper into her 
mouth. 

It was too much for Ann. The orgasm that had been lurking in her for twelve 
years finally made itself felt, and she pushed her face into his groin and 
gagged out, "GGGGHHHH LLMMPPHH PPHHUUNN NNGG-HH WWWWAAMMPP CCUUMMMM 
RRRRGG-HH!" 

She came as if there were no tomorrow, unable to control herself, sparks 
blasting through her, sensations firing into her. She was moving totally out 
of control. She sucked even harder. 

Robert knew he was no longer able to control himself. The seed was bubbling 
furiously inside him, and there was nowhere else for it to go but up and 
out. 

AAAAIIIIEE YYAAEEGG HHHHAAGG NNNN-GGGG UUUUWW HHHHAAAA NNNNGGGGPP IIEEYYAA 
GGAAGGHH!" the boy shrieked, slamming his crotch even harder into Anne's 
beautiful face, his weight remaining on his elbows which he had pressed into 
the green top of the pool table as he howled with his mouth pointed at the 
ceiling. He thrashed and trembled, his thighs wide apart, his feet kicking 
back and forth because they were unable to touch the floor. He pumped heavy 
spurts of fluid from his prostate into her mouth. The boy had no idea where 
it was all stored. Hell! It felt as if he were unloading the Croton 
Reservoir into her throat. He jerked and twitched as if undergoing some kind 
of epilptic fit. 

As she sucked, Ann screwed her face up, at first finding the flavor of sperm 
distasteful, but then, with the passing seconds, slowly accustoming herself 
to it, until, like caviar, it began tasting better and better until it 
actually tasted good, and she pursed her lips around the head of his penis 
in order to pull out any last drops. 

Finally it was over. Ann sucked a few more times to make sure there were no 
last drops, and then she let the totally shrunken penis slip from her mouth. 

She helped Robert get dressed, putting on her own brassiere and blouse, and 
she went with him to the kitchen where she poured him a glass of milk to 
revitalize himself. At the same time, she tossed off a glass of tomato 
juice, herself. 

They heard the knock at the storm door, and Ann walked over to it and opened 
it, letting Robert's mother in. The woman apologized for leaving her son so 
long, but Ann assured her Robert was a pleasure to have around, so quiet one 
would hardly know he was there. When Robert and his mother finally left, Ann 
sank into an overstuffed chair in the living room, closing her eyes, 
deciding she needed rest. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A sound made her open her eyes. Standing in front of her in her living room, 
still in his scout uniform, was Mike Refizzo. For a moment it all seemed 
like some kind of horrible dream. What would Mr. Refizzo be doing in her 
home now? But as the lethargy slowly began wearing off, she realized the man 
was really there. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked, watching the man sit on the piano 
bench across from her chair. 

"I forgot my camera," he told her, holding up the camera. "I came back for 
it about twenty minutes ago. 

"Twenty minutes ago?" she asked, her heart freezing. 

"Twenty minutes ago," he echoed. 

"Why were you here so long?" 

"The camera was where I left it ... downstairs." 

"You mean . ... " 

"Yes, Mrs. Corso, I witnessed that little bit of fun you had with Robert 
Lander. Not only that, but I took some interesting pictures with my camera." 

"My God!" Ann gasped, watching the way the man caressed the leather carrying 
case in which he kept the camera. He ran his fingers up and down the 
shoulder strap. 

"I took about eight photos," he told her, smiling. "I would have taken more, 
but I didn't have any more film. Now, suppose you and I negotiate for these 
photos." 

"How much?" she asked. 

"No money," he snapped. "I don't want money." 

"Well, just what is it you do want?" 

"I have a problem," he told her. "I think you can help me with it." 

"What kind of problem?" 

"Temporary impotence," he replied. "I still can't figure out how it all came 
about, but it began when I found myself going after prostitutes. You see, I 
wasn't getting enough action with the really decent broads, and being a 
bachelor, I figured there was nothing wrong with me going out and paying for 
it. The trouble is, I soon discovered I wasn't able to keep it up. I must've 
tried well over a dozen different broads, and with each one it was worse 
than with the one before. At the end I wasn't even able to get hard, no 
matter what she did. But this afternoon, when I watched what you were doing 
with that kid, I got hard, really hard. 

What was more, I stayed hard through the entire performance. In fact, once 
you and the boy went up here, I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off to 
relieve the tension. The sight of those tits of yours, and the way your 
mouth sucked on that kid's cock really got to me." 

"No!" Ann gasped. "I know what you're leading to, and the answer's no, I 
won't do it!" 

"Shut up and listen!" he snapped. "You'll do it because what I'm asking is 
little enough. I'm not gonna waste time returning these pictures one at a 
time. I'm gonna give 'em all back to you-after." 

"After what?" 

"First, I want you comin' to my house some time during the week. I get outta 
work at five. You figure out how you're gonna do it. I don't care. There, 
you and me, we're gonna ball. You see, I gotta be sure I can not only get it 
up and keep it up, but I can keep it stiff until I pop my load in a woman. 
If I can do it with you, then the odds are I can do it with almost any other 
woman-any woman except a whore." 

"Then you'll give me the pictures?" she asked. 

"It ain't quite that easy," he told her. "To make sure, you 're gonna be the 
third mother who comes along on the camping trip this upcoming weekend." 

"But my husband has plans...." 

"Tough! I want you coming with me this weekend! You do that, and you do 
whatever I say on the weekend, and when we get back on Sunday evening, I'll 
give you all the pictures-all of them. Polaroid pictures don't have decent 
negatives, so you got nothing to worry about as far as my making new sets of 
pictures. Now I really ain't asking much. I want you at my house sometime 
during the week only once. After that, you come on the camping trip. On the 
trip, you do everything I say, and then I give you back the pictures and you 
never have to worry about me saying anything, either." 

"How do I know you'll keep your word?" Ann asked. 

"Because I'm a Refizzo, and a Refizzo always keeps his word-always!" 

"I think you should know, I've never done anything like that before," she 
told him. "It was my first time." 

"First time, hundredth time, I really don't give a damn," Mike shrugged. 
"You just make sure you're at my house by say, five-fifteen any day this 
week. I ain't gonna add any extra times, because I don't dig using the same 
cunt more'n once or twice, maybe three times maximum. So you get your ass 
over to my place, and we'll work it out from there." 

"And if I don't?" 

"Come on, Mrs. Corso. I ain't even gonna talk about the ifs. We both know 
what'll happen if you don't. You just be there. I'll be waiting for you. Now 
I have to go. Be seeing you." 

She watched him stand and walk out the front door, and terror filled her. 
She didn't know what to do at this point. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Mike Refizzo had left Ann no choice. It was either fuck in the literal 
sense, or be fucked in the figurative one. David was a jealous man He had 
been faithful to her all these years in spite of her not being able to 
satisfy him, and she knew if he ever found out what she had done with the 
boy scout, he would divorce her and never forgive her. There would be no 
alimony, though there would be child-support, but it still wouldn't keep her 
from starving. She would have to go through with it. But first, she owed 
something to her husband. 

That night, Saturday night. David took her to a movie, always holding her 
hand, always making her feel comfortable with the way he ran his thumb over 
the back of her hand. Ann always felt good being with him. 

David wasn't what might be termed a handsome man. He had a pleasant face, 
balding a little, a slightly pale complexion, but that was from working 
indoors all the time. The man was a commercial artist. There weren't too 
many of those in Maine, so the ones that were there, made nice money. He was 
slender, though he did have the littlest bit of a pot belly. He wore glasses 
when working, but he didn't need them when driving or watching the movie. 

They had a snack at a coffee shop, afterward, and then went home. Usually, 
this was the most frustrating time of all for the man. This was when he 
wanted to fuck his wife. This was when she always demurred. It had come to 
the point where in the past couple of years, he had all but stopped trying. 

When he emerged from the bathroom, Ann was already in bed, but this time 
things seemed different. This time she was wearing fresh lipstick, but that 
was all she was wearing. She was totally naked, and the covers were pulled 
back. Just looking at her, he felt his penis begin to fill with blood. It 
was a large one, larger than the average, and certainly thicker. But Ann was 
determined the time had come for her to stop being afraid. For the past week 
she had been practicing with a new diaphragm a doctor had fitted inside her. 
She was able to slip it in adeptly, and just as easily slip it out when the 
time came. No fumbling, and she was positive it was in place, covering her 
cervical opening. The knowledge that pregnancy was all but impossible 
definitely eased the tension in her and gave her the strength to be the 
aggressor, which took her husband totally by surprise. 

He was standing on his side of their wide bed, but before he was able to say 
anything, Ann had reached up and yanked him down beside her. Her supple body 
curled intimately against his, the full ripeness of her ruby lips suddenly 
grazing his stubbly chin. Not expecting any action from his wife, David 
hadn't bothered shaving. Then her hand was wandering across his chest inside 
the fold of his robe, touching his skin, making him gasp. 

"Ann...." he said in total surpsise, feeling almost awkward as his voice 
cracked with a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and wild excitement. The 
shame he was feeling was that he had somehow or other not been able to 
anticipate her. The embarrassment was in that he had not responded rapidly 
to her, and as far as the excitement went, well, there was no one in the 
entire world more exciting than his wife. The main reason why he hadn't even 
considered a divorce was, he would rather be frustrated by the most exciting 
woman in the world, than satisfied by anything, or anyone, less. Even her 
hand-jobs were more satisfying than the idea of shoving his dipstick into 
some other crankcase. She was still the single most exciting female he had 
ever known, and that first year they had spent together had been the wildest 
most wonderful time of their lives. 

Any further words caught in his throat as Ann's hand aggressively groped 
downward, feeling the twitching flesh of his almost hairless thighs. She 
deftly yanked on the sash to his dressing gown, tugging it open, exposing 
the growing erection of a penis already becoming more alert with every 
passing moment. 

She dropped lithely to her knees, and beneath lids she had colored with 
sensuous purple eye shadow, her lovely dark eyes were alive with anxious 
arousal, eager and intent to wipe away the horrid memories of a dozen years. 
She stared hungrily at the palpitating length of the penis, aroused, knowing 
it was enlarging because of her. 

As she sat there on the bed before the man who was her husband, her moist, 
carmine lips poised mere inches from the glistening rod of continually 
swelling and hardening male flesh, David suddenly felt as if the entire sky 
had opened up for him and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was singing Handel's 
Hallelujah. This was all happening so quickly, he had no time to think, to 
adjust, to realize that it was possible the old Ann had returned. Was it 
really possible that after all this time his wife had snapped out of her 
fear, and she was once again that wonderful animal who would be content with 
nothing less than cramming his cock into her cunt? 

Ann's slender hand reached forward and began to rhythmically squeeze around 
the throbbing base of the swollen, blood-filled penis, grasping its hard 
firmness, tugging lasciviously at the blue-veined shaft, sending flames of 
raw pleasure rippling through his loins. The interior of his cock felt 
scorched beyond belief. 

Lying on the bed, sprawled against the three pillows he usually used to 
support his head, David watched this alluring woman who was his wife sparkle 
with the vivacity he remembered she used to have. His eyes were glazed with 
passion. Her hair had fallen out of its upsweep and now floated lightly 
around her cheeks in an almost shadowy cascade that made her white flesh and 
ruby lips stand out. Those rich, red lips floated over the head of his cock 
like a puff of red milkweed. 

This was more than he had ever expected. His wife had never, even when at 
her most passionate, considered going down on him. If he didn't know better, 
he might think this woman was her twin, except that Ann didn't have a twin. 
His brain was unable to accept the intoxicating message his burning flesh 
was trying to communicate to him. This stunning woman, this woman who, for a 
dozen years had been terrified of sex and the pain that might follow because 
of what she had endure while giving birth, had suddenly done a complete 
about-face. Her long white fingers were tightly wrapped around his phallic 
prod, clinging to the penis as if out of desperation. 

"Now," she whispered to him, "let me make up for all those terrible years, 
darling," she crooned, her face flushed with lust, her eyes widening in 
greedy anticipation as she eyed the head of his cock as a snake might eye a 
bird. 

Even Ann didn't know what had taken possession of her. What she had done 
with Robert had awakened all the old signals in her body, and having sampled 
some of what orgasm was about, her body craved more, much more. Her mind 
knew she would not become pregnant again, barring something totally 
unforeseen, and this, coupled with the knowledge of what it was like to suck 
a cock, to enjoy and savor the penis, to drink the white fluid emitted from 
it, made her salivate and burn with desire for more. Once again she was 
becoming attuned to her husband's cock, and the fear that she might lose it 
after becoming involved with Mike Refizzo made her lust after it that much 
more. 

David stared at his wife as maddening bolts of fiercely untamed excitement 
continued coursing through his body wildly traveling madly up and down his 
spine. His tormented penis began leaping and throbbing in the warm embrace 
of his wife's hand, his brajn trying to sort out what might have wrought 
this change in her. 

He was smart enough to know Ann wasn't the kind of woman to simply change 
for no reason whatsoever. Something had happened. Yet David was also smart 
enough not to question his good luck. He loved his wife even more dearly 
than Ann imagined. Had she known how strong his love for her was, she would 
have told Refizzo to drop dead, because under no circumstance would he 
divorce her. He had fallen in love with her the first time he had seen her, 
and though he loved the fact that she had remained faithful to him, at least 
so he believed, he would not have been able to make himself love her any the 
less for being unfaithful. 

He was excited beyond belief, and the very intensity of his excitement 
frightened him and made the gravity of what was about to take place that 
much more strong in his mind. He looked closely at his wife's face and 
noticed the dark rings under her eyes had lightened somewhat. At first he 
had thought she had put on make-up to hide the circles, but now he realized 
that aside from the lipstick and eyeshadow, she wore no make-up, no pancake. 
His Ann, his darling, his wonderful wife had somehow lost her fear of him. 
She wanted him again. 

As a result, even if he did have some questions, he forgot them. He was too 
anxious to enjoy her. 

In one split second she seemed to have cast aside the inhibitions of a dozen 
years. She was a beautiful woman who was all but kneeling before him and 
begging him to make love to her. Even if he hadn't been her husband he would 
have been powerless to refuse her. David Corso was totally trapped by the 
lust that was rising inside him. 

Ann realized he was responding to her desires. He was responding even better 
than she had hoped. Though she had known, deep-down, that he still loved 
her, she had not imagined his love was this strong. 

Turning, she lay on her back on the huge bed, holding her arms out to him. 
Her fingers beckoned. 

"God! You're beautiful!" David gasped, staring down at her. 

He leaned over her and pressed his lips firmly against hers, kissing her as 
he used to, feeling her respond as he had hoped she would. Ann curled into 
her husband's arms, feeling one of his legs fall between her spread-apart 
thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft, even more than David had 
remembered. Her body had glued itself to his as if it belonged there, the 
way she always used to do. As he burned his lips against hers, she moved her 
soft thighs against his hard loins, and his cock throbbed out its message of 
desire to her. 

Ann felt the seminal oil seeping stickily from the tiny slit in the 
hardening tip as it smeared itself against the inside of her thigh. She ran 
her hands over his body the way she used to, all the tricks coming back to 
her, all the old wonderful feeling inundating her and making her feel alive 
again. She massaged him with a practiced thoroughness she hadn't realized 
she still possessed, until David thought the head would blow right off the 
top of his cock. 

The penis was jerking now, and David was afraid he might prematurely 
ejaculate he was so aroused. Sensation seemed to reach down into his 
testicles and make them leap in their container. 

He thrust his tongue deep into his wife's mouth as she sucked gently on it, 
nibbling with the edges of her teeth, causing chills to run the length of 
his spine as they had done so many years before. Pulling his head away to 
escape the teasing sensation, he placed his cheek against hers, his nostrils 
in her hair, wondering for the moment just what had caused this about-face 
in his wife. Had he known, he would have advocated she do it twelve years 
earlier, if only to have kept their love-life up to the par they had enjoyed 
so long ago-a par toward which it seemed to be rising again. 

He rolled on top of her, stretching himself over her, and she felt his 
throbbing penis beat against her belly. 

"I want it!" she told him. "This time I know, big and thick as it is, it's 
going to feel good inside me, twisting around deep in my vagina. I want you 
to fuck me, darling. It's been so long since I've been able to feel such 
desire. Fulfill it!" 

Inflamed all the more by the fact that his wife was using lewd language, 
David reached between them, caressing her flat belly for a moment, and then 
rolled off her so he was able to insinuate his hand between her thighs. He 
was almost astonished at the fact that his wife's thighs seemingly fell 
apart of their own free will instead of scrunching together as they had done 
for so long. His fingers wound themselves in the satin-softness of her 
tantalizing pubic curls. It was when he tried pressing his middle finger 
into her hot cunt that her body reacted, suddenly jerking away. But this 
time it was a spasmodic jerk, not a protesting twitch, only because the 
contact of his probing finger had not quite been expected. Shivers of warm, 
rippling sensation charged through the nerve-endings of her naked flesh. 

He ran his hands reverentially over the high-domed mounds of her swollen 
breasts, two white mountains with pinkish-tan caps, and then his hand ran 
down across the flat of her belly, finally moving once again to the firmness 
of her pillarly thighs. His fingers, like spider's legs, began wandering up 
and down the length of her quivering body, but his hands shook with so much 
desire, his fingertips touched her only intermittently, and as a result, 
made her tingle that much more. His own passion was intensified as he 
watched the response his hands evoked from the magnificent brunette's 
quaking body. She looked more beautiful than ever, lying there naked-so 
totally exposed and wantonly delightful-so fabulous. She opened her eyes and 
looked up at him for a moment, their dark-brown color made to look even 
smokier because of the veil of mounting passion continually coursing through 
her shuddering torso. 

Ann found herself drifting into a world of deep, soft pleasure, a world she 
had known a long time ago-a world she had foolishly allowed to get away from 
her. There was no lover in the world as good as her husband-though to date 
the only other penis she had known was that of Robert Lander, and even 
there, she had done all the work, oral work at that. For the moment there 
was no conscious thought filling her mind. All that really mattered was the 
series of tiny flames that licked through her quivering body. Magnificent 
sensation flicked between her outer labia, making the pouting lips puff out 
even more. Sizzling fire seemed to blast from the tips of her nipples, 
nipples that were hard pebbles. Then the feeling seemed to shoot back down 
to her vagina where it roared around inside her like molten metal in a blast 
furnace. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped. "I've been waiting for these feelings for so long, 
now, so long. Make me feel good all over, David." 

The hungering man pressed his lips firmly to those of his wife, and he 
instantly felt the hot, wet pressure of her tongue spearing into the warm 
oven of his mouth in her automatic quest for even hotter, wetter, stronger 
contact with this man who was so deliciously torturing her questing body. 

All the while, David's hands continued wandering over her supple flesh, 
flesh that yielded willingly to him, then ran his fingers back to her 
spread-apart and willing thighs. This time there was no jerking back, no 
retreat, but rather they opened voluntarily to admit her husband's probing 
digits to the very core of her being. He instantly felt the warm center of 
her inner loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his 
naked touch. 

"Ohhhh ... yesss...." she sighed out loud, mewling continuously into his 
kissing mouth as her tongue pushed between the barriers of his teeth, moving 
into his own mouth, seeking his own tongue as it circled against his gums, 
almost as if trying to find some other entrance into his mouth. 

Her continuing passion spurred David's to greater heights. He still found it 
hard to believe that his wife, who had been so frigid all this time, had 
suddenly done a complete turn-around. Even her frigidity had taken years to 
attain, a little at a time starting from right after their son's birth. But 
this reversal had occurred in what seemed an instant. She was writhing 
beneath him, his slave. 

He was unable to stand this another moment. He had to do something other 
than merely toy with her. He slithered on top of her again, feeling the soft 
warmth of his wife's tantalizing body as he covered her like a protective 
blanket. He was aware of her quivering out of control beneath him, but the 
quivering was due to desire, not fear. Reaching down with both hands, he 
drew her unresisting thighs up along the sides of his hips until the entire 
wetly throbbing orifice that was her sodden vaginal slash was presented to 
his hovering body in wlecome sacrifice. For a long, tortured moment he held 
her legs in place, then reached down and placed the head of his waiting 
penile probe against the tiny orifice. Taking a deep breath, he was about to 
plunge into her, seeing the excited avariciousness in her eyes, but at the 
last second held back. He remembered how beautiful her lips had looked 
floating above the head of his'pulsing cock, almost ready to start sucking, 
and he wondered if it was possible that she might do just that. Much as he 
wanted to plow the fertile ground that was her cunt, he ached to find out 
just how far he was able to go with Ann now that she had suddenly come 
around to his way of thinking again. Should he? Did he dare? No, not yet. 
Right now, settle for the cunt. 

Staring at her with love in his eyes, he said to her, "You put it in, Ann. 
I've been waiting for this for a long time, now." 

His breath came rushing out of him, washing all over her as he felt her 
delicate hand burrowing between their bodies without the least little bit of 
hesitation. Her long, slender fingers warmly wound themselves around the 
thick pylon of flesh. She remained perfectly still for a long moment, but in 
that moment he felt her thumb press against the underside of his glans, 
massaging the little webbed area where the helmet joined the barrel of the 
penis. Her forefinger was a ring around his corona, twisting and turning, 
massaging and tantalizing. He gasped, his lips peeled back over his teeth as 
she pushed the weighty penis slowly between the sucking lips of her vulva. 
He was fully aware of the soft, curly pubic hair gently tuckling the heated 
length as it hung poised for entry, ready to once again drive into the 
tempting concavity where it belonged. The hot, smoothness of her vulva was 
excruciating, and it was all he was able to do to hold himself back from 
lunging forward and sinking the entire length of his heavily throbbing organ 
into her with a flesh-splitting drive. Remembering how much agony she had 
undergone all these years, he knew that simply powering himself into her 
might het her to tighten up all over again. So he waited! 

He waited because he instinceively sensed that if he waited long enough, her 
need for his cock would become so great, she would be internally soaked and 
wetted down. Even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination, he 
continued to wait a little longer. Once again her soul had come into his 
possession, and he didn't want to lose it by abusing her body. She was 
totally at the mercy of his desire for the moment. So he waited, holding 
back the fateful plunge that would once again fuse the two of them together 
in a mighty, pulsating mass of human flesh. He was making her realize how 
totally she needed him; as much as he needed her. Then and only them would 
they once again be bound together as a man and wife ought to be. 

Ann lay groaning, making tiny unintelligible little gasps, letting the 
sounds seep from between her passion-clenched teeth like quick puffs of 
steam coming from a laboring locomotive. Ann's body ached with desire and 
she was aware of her husband hovering over her. Her loins were widely 
spread, wet, waiting, aching for him to pierce her with his flesh-spear. 
Hadn't she, herself, positioned the head of that spear against her vagina an 
eon ago? She was a changed person and she needed his cock. How she wished he 
would hurry. She hungered, and she continued hungering. 

The hunger was in the deepest part of her quivering self, in the womb that 
was tightly contracting. Her belly had become a ravenous animal demanding to 
be fed. God! God! God! She needed to be filled with cock, to be bloated with 
his semen. 

Almost too late the man pushed himself into what was a push-up position over 
his beautiful wife as her body continued to slowly undulate and lure him 
onward. He looked down at her stunning face, her lipstick smeared with his 
kisses, her face contorted with an indescribably rapture, her lips pursed 
into a wet oval with tiny groans of pleasure escaping from around the 
pinkness of her tongue as it moistly circled the outside of her mouth. He 
stared down between their bodies for a moment, seeing his giant throbbing 
hardness pressed into the wet, silken pink folds of her wide-open and 
waiting cunt. Damn it all to hell! What was the matter with him? This was 
what he had been waiting for. Why didn't he just go ahead and sink himself 
right into her? The soft silkiness of her pubic hair surrounded the 
throbbing head of his penile stump, creating a lust-inciting picture, and 
his cock throbbed that much harder against her velvety lips. 

"Oooohhh ooohhh ... yesssss ... nowww...." she said, feeling the salacious 
contact that much more strongly. 

He wanted to fuck her, and she wanted him to fuck her, but still something 
inside him refused to allow him to simply plunge into her this way. She had 
made him wait such a long time, he had to find a way of prolonging all this; 
of making it last longer and feel better. He strained with all the strength 
in him against the all-consuming power to simply ram forward at that very 
moment and simply impale her, like a vampire on a stake. But he wanted to 
make sure, and more, he wanted her so fired up, that when the time came, he 
would know beyond any shadow of a doubt that all she would get from this was 
pure, unadulterated pleasure. At the same time he wanted to make up for all 
those lost years-years that were irretrievable. He wanted her, but he wanted 
Ann in every sense of the word, with nothing held back. Tomorrow she might 
revert to her former self again, so tonight, while she was willing, he 
wanted as much from her as he was capable of getting. 

Staring down at the firmness of her full, upstanding breasts, noting the way 
the nipples pointed upward rather than loll to either side, he was aware of 
the way they shuddered with each breath she took, with each soulful gasp 
that came from the depths of her throat. Her tannish-pink nipples excited 
and aroused him, distracting him too, and he felt that though he had fondled 
them from time to time, and he had sucked them, he had never given them the 
full attention they desreved. After all, it was her breasts that had created 
the desire in him to want to fuck her-after seeing her beautiful face, 
naturally. If her cunt received the attention of his cock, why shouldn't her 
breasts? Why shouldn't her face? Yes, yes, first the breasts, then the face. 
He would fuck every sexually alluring part of her tonight. 

Slithering across her body, moving higher, keeping his weight on his knees, 
the depravity-minded husband straddled her upper torso, one leg on either 
side of her ribs, and he gently pushed his swollen cock in the narrow cleft 
between her breasts, feeling the warmth of her mammarial flesh as they 
enclosed the organ. 

David's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the resilient softness 
between his strong fingers, making tiny ridges of white that protruded 
between his fingers. With overpowering lust and wanton desire he continued 
kneading her flesh, pulling her breasts, stretching the flesh, watching the 
softness ooze through his fingers like foam-rubber, soft, yet springing 
back, returning to their voluptuous shape the moment the pressure was taken 
off them. 

He pressed them firmly together until they met across her body, forming a 
soft, silken tunnel of flesh in which his penis was now sensuously trapped. 
He pressed them firmly so that her nipples seemingly rolled together, 
meeting and rubbing like match heads, creating sensation for her as he began 
a gentle, rocking motion, thrusting the whole of his rigid phallus through 
the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white mounds. As he pushed, 
the huge, bulbous head of his pulsating penis appeared at the far end of the 
warm, soft, loving tunnel, touching the underside of her chin, leaving a 
tiny dot of moisture each time it pressed there until the entire area looked 
shiny, almost lit up. 

David maintained the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for 
some time, feeling his penis continuing to swell, growing, expanding until 
he was afraid it would erupt in a great gushing fountain of sperm long 
before he was ready. He stopped, forcing himself and pulling at the 
maddening softness of the two throbbing breasts so warmly surrounding his 
long, hot, thick, aching probe of fleshy cock. He tweaked the nipples 
between his fingers, rubbing them one against the other, then massaging them 
against the top of his cock, one against the other, watching with a 
lascivious grin as they jerked and twitched into even harder stiffness than 
he had ever seen them before. At the same time he studied her face to see 
his wife's reaction. 

David was astounded, for his wife looked more wanton now than she had ever 
looked prior to the birth of their son. She looked like a woman in need of a 
fix, and the only needle capable of delivering that fix was his cock. 

Her eyes were half-open, gazing inseeing for the moment at the ceiling, a 
thin, smoky veil of delight causing her pupils to dilate until they all but 
obscured the brown irises. Her hips and buttocks were out of control, 
thrashing insanely on the bed behind him, her limber, white legs kicking out 
and drawing up again to kick once more at some invisible force, spreading in 
order to wait for her cunt to be filled. She was out of control, insane with 
lust, the pent-up need of a dozen years taking possession of her, and David 
knew now that she would do anything, anything at all, and his eyes 
glittered. She would accept whatever he wanted to do to her, a prisoner of 
her body's needs, for she had once known what it was like to be fucked-and 
to enjoy that fuck-and for too long she had abstained. Her body was now 
clamoring to be satisfied. The fire raging in her vagina had to be brought 
under control. 

But first, her mouth. He had given her breasts the attention of his cock, 
and now he had to give it to her mouth. 

His eyes locked themselves on the fullness of her sensuous lips, moving with 
desire, saying nothing, yet begging for something. They were wet and 
gleaming, the lipstick already smeared as she lay beneath him, suffering 
with unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his lust-stiffened cock between 
those wonderful lips-to feel what it was like to have her suck on it. She 
had never done it before. Perhaps now! He shuddered as the mere thought of 
that wonderful, wet cavern closing around his penis caused it to jerk and 
almost spurt out the fluid filling his prostate, thereby prematurely ending 
all this. 

The man moved higher, his knees now resting on either side of her neck, his 
long penis throbbing and jerking directly over his wife's face, presenting 
her blazed eyes with a view of the pulsating ridge on the underside of his 
throbbing organ. His sperm-bloated balls lay gently against her 
lubricant-moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the full, 
rounded mounds of her breasts yield to the weight of his flat buttocks. He 
simply sat there unmoving, keeping his weight more on his knees than on her 
breasts, giving the lovely dark-haired woman time to adjust to his position. 
He wanted her to take it all in, to understand what he wanted; needed; not 
knowing whether or not she was really so aflame she would acquiesce to this 
desire of his. So far she seemed mad with desire, and it seemed as if he 
would be able to debase her, though debasement wasn't really what he had in 
mind. He didn't consider it debasing for her to suck his cock. She wasn't 
showing off her inferiority to him by doing it. Rather she was merely 
proving how much more she loved him, for a woman had to love a man to do 
something like that, unless she was a prostitute, and then she was being 
paid to do it. 

Reaching down, he placed both hands behind his wife's head and lifted it, 
bending her neck toward him so her mouth was poised directly in front of the 
throbbing head of his penile plunger. He pushed forward slightly, his 
buttocks sliding across her upstanding nipples until the tip of his anxious 
purple-topped phallus was pushing between Ann's slightly parted lips. Would 
she do it? 

Yes! Yes, yes, she was doing it! He groaned as he felt the soft, lipsticked 
surfaces brush ever so tenderly across the sensitive skin of his swollen 
cock-head. He had no idea just why he had to see his wife suck his cock. 
After a dozen years of near-abstinence, he ought to have been overjoyed to 
simply fuck her and have her welcome his cock into her cunt. But that wasn't 
good enough. Was it the fact that she had put on that thick red lipstick, 
and his kissing had smeared it over her mouth, making her look like a slut? 
Did this create an air of debauchery in her that he had never previously 
seen? David didn't know for sure. All he did know was, he wanted her to suck 
his cock, and she was doing it. 

Her total acceptance of whatever he wanted made his heart leap with a 
gladness he had never known before. He stared, watching with unbelieving 
delight as the tight, rounded oval that was her lips closed so firmly around 
the thickness of his cock, the pressure was almost painful. As he pushed his 
penis deeper, her compressing lips made him feel as if the skin sheathing 
his cock was being stretched. All this seemed beyond his wildest dreams. 

She started using her tongue, moving slowly at first, and he felt it licking 
around and around the thick head, and this caused the weighty cock to jerk 
in her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly around his 
organ in an elastic ring, driving him wilder and wilder with the insistent 
pressure he was feeling. 

With pained intensity he felt the ring of her lips slowly moving down the 
length of his shuddering penis as she took as much of his thickness into her 
mouth as she was able, her cheeks stretched to their limit along with her 
lips. Her oral cave surrounded his corona and three-quarters of the length 
of his cock with a pool of wet, warm saliva as the tender flesh of her 
tongue played on the underside. It was obvious from the inexperienced way 
she did all this how new she was to this, and David was positive this was 
her first attempt at it, never aware of what had taken place between Robert 
Lander and his wife. He pressed his hands on either side of her bloated 
cheeks, forcing them to hollow, pushing them more and more inward and making 
the inner flesh caress his penile pole until all he felt was excruciating 
pleasure. 

His beautiful black-haired wife proceeded to suck strongly on his throbbing 
cock, using the same moist nibbling pressure she had applied to Robert 
Lander's cock, earlier. It was more difficult with her husband because of 
his fantastic thickness, but she managed, making her tongue lick and curl 
around the throbbing pole again and again as her lips slid back and forth. 
With each forward movement she tried taking the thick penile head into her 
gullet. It was much broader than that of the boy scout, and she had 
difficulty. She sucked as if she had done this a million times before now, 
gaining more and more experience with every bob of her head, and her lips 
crushed all the more firmly around the pulsating phallus. The idea of coming 
in her mouth tickled his fancy, but if he did, he knew he would never have 
enough strength left over to get it up for her cunt, and he wanted to fuck 
her so she would also receive pleasure. David was considerate of her in that 
respect. His wife had to achieve satisfaction whenever possible. So he 
reluctantly withdrew the cock from between her lips. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Ann stared at her husband with curiosity all over her face. 

"Why did you stop?" she asked. 

"Because I think it's time to fuck you," he told her. "That is, if you still 
want my cock inside you." 

"I know I'm tight down there," she told him, "but even if it hurts, do it, 
David. Do it, because the only way you and I can really love each other is 
if we fuck again, and give one another the full extent of our physical as 
well as our emotional love." 

The husband wasted no time, but slid back, coming to rest between her 
thighs, feeling his penile head beat against the apex. She didn't wait for 
him, this time. The connection had to be completed, and she reached down, 
grabbed the shank, and shoved the head into her cunt with a hard-driving 
thrust. 

She was tight, all right, as tight as ever. But this time she was determined 
to bear it, and looking at her husband, she said, "Hard and fast, David. All 
the way into me-hard and fast!" 

He paused for a moment, cocked his hips to gain leverage, then with one 
long, smooth stroke, he pushed, feeling sweet resistance all the way, until 
he was finally butting his penis against her vaginal back-wall, and her 
cuntal lips were tightly kissing the stem of his cock and trying to suck in 
his balls, as well. God! The pressure was so instnse, he almost came then 
and there. 

"Oooooohhhhhnnn!" she moaned beneath him, feeling pain, but such a sweet 
pain. Her entire insides flowered open, yet clenched the probing penis 
tight. It was agony and rapture combined, but Ann closed her mind to the 
pain, concentrating on the ecstasy, instead. Her walls clenched tightly to 
her husband's cock as he began fucking solidly into her, ramming into her 
with the maddened desire of years. In spite of the sensation of being 
inwardly stretched, and in spite of the pain she felt, the beautiful Ann 
moved in wildly abandoned jerks beneath her husband. The harder he drove 
into her, the harder she responded, and little by little she relaxed the 
tight muscles inside her, and as a result, the feeling of pain lesseneed 
until, little by little, it disappeared altogether. 

"Ohhhnnnhhh!" she groaned. "So good ... so good ... after all this time, 
better than ever ... yesssss ... do it ... do it ... do it...." she groaned 
her voice almost strangled, but there was no more anguish, only pleasure. At 
long last the wicked spell that had been cast was broken and she was able to 
feel the thrill of fucking again. Her arms wrapped themselves tightly around 
his neck, pulling his muscular chest into the soft, fullness of her white 
breasts, her nipples gouging holes in his chest. 

David continued plunging the long, hard, blood-bloated phallus deeper and 
deeper, sinking it into the hot cavern of her seething cunt, feeling all of 
her hot belly gladly welcome him inside, yet clenching the penis like a 
fist, tugging on it. He nailed himself into her with an onslaught of lust 
the like of which he had never felt before, but then any man unable to get a 
decent fuck from his wife for this period of time was entitled to power into 
her the way David was doing now. Ann felt as if she had never really been 
fucked in her life. 

Her body twisted and jerked uncontrollably, she moaned again and again, her 
face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly, and her 
nostrils flared like those of an untamed animal as desire took total control 
of her body, making her writhe as if she were undergoing some kind of 
epileptic fit. Her forehead broke out in a light coat of sweat. Fulfillment 
would shortly be hers, because Ann knew her husband was capable of holding 
his orgasm back just long enough for her to achieve her own satisfaction. 
Nothing would stop her now. 

"Unnnhhh ... Goddd ... yessss ... yes ... yes ... yes...." she cried at the 
ceiling in her bedroom as her husband slithered his strong hands beneath her 
wildly pumping cheeks, cupping them tightly, lifting her ass higher and 
higher. Her thighs spread themselves even wider in order to give his cock 
deeper access as he continued pounding into the narrow tightness of her 
cunt. 

Ann was glad her son was sleeping at the house of a friend, tonight. She was 
so filled with enjoyment, her shrieks had to be carrying far beyond the 
bedroom, and anyone else in the house would have definitely heard her. In 
the future she would have to be more careful about her vocal enjoyment. 

Her husband pounded solidly into her, pressing against her as if intent on 
punching more and more cock into her, hitting with all the strength in his 
hips and thighs, feeling the smooth, raw inner flesh of her vaginal 
membranes clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his thrusting 
phallic spire. He was up on the tips of his toes, ramming every last little 
bit of cockflesh into her scintillating vaginal urn, letting the full length 
of it thunder into her, bringing new, ecstatic moans from her lips, moans 
that filled his eardrums to wonderful overflowing. She sounded as if she 
were dying, but the truth was, she was once again living. Her nostrils 
flared wide and her large brown eyes opened like saucers staring without 
seeing, a wild need constantly invading her. 

David raised his face so he would be able to stare down at the countenance 
of this most beautiful of all women. The look on her face was something to 
behold; a tribute to the way he was fucking her, and it made him feel that 
much more delighted about the way things were turning out. His wife was, in 
essence, surrendering her entire being to him again, totally and completely. 
She was wriggling as she twisted and writhed under him, totally incapable of 
controlling the wild constantly surging through her shuddering body. She was 
under the control of her husband once again, and Ann knew that no metter 
what the future held in store for her, she would never again be afraid of 
fucking. Her face was insanely twisted with a driving passion, her lips 
pulled back, baring beautiful white teeth, while heavier grunts came from 
both, her chest and that of her husband as he forced even more of his power 
drill into the squeezing, contracting depths of her quivering cunnus. 

Her arms had wrapped themselves tightly around his neck, pulling him down 
now, her nails clawing desperately into his back. Now the nails slowly 
slithered lower, digging demoniacally into his hard, flat buttocks as his 
cock continued its madly incessant pounding in and out of her slavering 
feminine chalice. 

Loudly obscene, wet smacking sounds filled the entire bedroom with each 
cruel, pile-driving thrust. The husband ran his hands from the smooth globes 
of her buttocks to the hollows of her thighs, pushing between them so he 
would be able to finger her soft, passion soaked pubic hair, touching her 
labia as they caressed the probe of his penis. He wanted to feel the sucking 
clinginess of her fleshy labia as they gripped and sucked the hardness of 
his lust-swollen cock, the cunt now a tight, rubbery mouth. The entire area 
of her tantalizing loins was running with moisture, and the fluid ran into 
the crack between her asscheeks and wetted her anus, as well. 

Ann's body was becoming slippery from perspiration. She continued her wild, 
untamed gyrations, thrilled at last to once again feel how marvelous it was 
to have her husband's cock reaming in and out of her tight cunt. She had 
become something crazed, animalistic, inhuman as she twisted and churned and 
writhed, keeping her thighs spread as far apart as possible. His hands 
swooped her knees up and back, her kneecaps pressing against her shoulders, 
allowing her to press the plane of her cunt straight up. 

"Unh ... deeper ... harderrr ... yes ... oh yesss ... darling ... I love you 
... fuck meeee ... fuck me ... fuck meee...." she begged, using words he 
hadn't heard before, because until now she had not allowed the four-letter 
words that had often filled her mind to be heard by her husband. She was 
revealing to him that she was human, after all. 

She was closing in on that long-sought after orgasnt, the vaginal climax she 
hadn't felt for such a long, long time, and her tender thighs wound all the 
more tightly around her husband's neck. She churned her buttocks in an 
insane circular motion, moving with uncontrolled abandon as she lifted the 
hot tunnel of her vaginal hollow up and down on the plunging ramrod of his 
magnigicent cock. 

"Aaaaaiiiee yyaahhnn iiiigggghh aaaannnngggg-hhhh aaaammmmeeeeii 
yyyyeeeeaaaahh eeeeiiiiaa-aayyyy hhaannnngg!" she shrieked as she came, her 
voice a high-pitched, intense siren of maddening desire as she locked her 
ankles in a death grip around his neck, her calves resting on his shoulders. 

At the same time her arms snaked up tightly around the back of her husband's 
head and she smashed her open mouth firmly against his, letting her tongue 
wash over his and taste the meaty flavor of his mouth. After all these years 
she was like a virgin in her husband's bed again, and it was such a 
wonderful feeling, because having learned this much, she was now determined 
to learn more. If this be depravity, then she intended making the most of 
it. 

Her body arched and she clung tightly to him, not moving, but quaking and 
jerking within, her cunt squeezing his cock with a maddening and pulsating 
rhythm that spewed her orgasmic oil around the probe that so totally filled 
her hot pussy. The fluid flooded out of her and spilled into the narrow 
crevice between her buttocks. 

David felt as if he had held his orgasm back too long. Now that he wanted to 
come, he seemed unable to do so. He needed to achieve satisfaction or go out 
of his mind. A slow, aching pressure was building in the depths of his 
balls, making them jump up and down in their leathery container. He gripped 
the rounded cheeks of his wife's still-rotating buttucks and squeezed with a 
crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion came 
hoarsely issuing from his own throat, sounding dry and raspy. 

"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" he grunted, groaning as he began once again 
increasing the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a 
wooden paddle against the swollen flanges of her soft, pink, inner cuntlips 
as the full length of his still-hardened phallus sank deeper and deeper into 
hidden recesses in her belly he had never reached, not even during that 
first year when they had wildly fucked. 

Now he was on the verge of orgasm, and his arms, which were still behind her 
knees, pushing her kneecaps up to her shoulders, pushed forward a bit more, 
and suddenly her knees were over her head, and he slammed straight down into 
her vagina, pounding steadily and madly into it, filling it with his meat 
again and again. 

Ann, totally sated, felt new passion building, and her arms held her 
husband's head that much more tightly as she pulled his face to hers, 
kissing him hungrily, aching to feel yet one more satisfying orgasm, wanting 
to reach hers as he attained his. 

The ache in David's balls was unbearable. He had to come or die! He gasped 
into the sucking moistness of her sweet mouth, feeling the heavy bursting of 
his loins, hearing his wife whimpering again as she felt overwhelmed by yet 
another orgasm, her arms tightening once more around his head, her legs 
clenching around his neck, and then with a deep, shattering soul-searing 
bellow he blasted sperm into the narrow cupola of her cunt, drowning her 
interior with the heavy flow. 

Finally, when he was empty, after what seemed like an infinity of time, he 
collapsed and lay on top of her, and Ann loved it. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was the most wonderful weekend of Ann's life. Her husband was unable to 
get enough of her. He was like some young kid in his twenties on his 
honeymoon, fucking, fucking, and fucking again, and she took every stroke of 
his cock into her mouth or her cunt, thrilling to the way he filled her with 
himself. She, too, was unable to get enough of it. 

Much of it was the sex, of course, but most of it was the simple fact that 
he was David, whom she loved, and wanted to be part of, and she was Ann, to 
whom he had waited for so long ... twelve years! Twelve long years! But as 
far as David was concerned, it was worth every day of it, because she more 
than made up for it with her eagerness to please him now. In pleasing him, 
she also pleased herself. 

When Monday arrived, the two of them were worn out. But David went to work, 
and Ann tended to the house. She cleaned and cooked and hummed to herself, 
feeling happy until she did the washing. That was when she saw Chris's boy 
scout shirt, and she was reminded of the fact that she had an appointment 
with Mike Refizzo sometime that week. What was more, she knew she had to 
keep it. Now that she had her happiness again, she wasn't going to let that 
man rob her of it. 

She would go along with what he wanted ... for now, but if he tried making 
further demands on her when they returned from the scouting trip, she would 
cut the man's throat with a rusty razor. What the hell! It was a 
little-enough sacrifice to make for her initial infidelity, an infidelity 
that had proven necessary in order for her to come to life again. But 
Refizzo would be her last unfaithful act. So she thought, but little did she 
know what Mike Refizzo had in mind. 

Mike Refizzo, aside from suffering under delusions of impotence, delusions 
brought on by lack of self-confidence and tremendous insecurity, was your 
basic everyday animal in human skin. He wasn't the kind of man who believed 
in compromise or decency. Either things were rotten because they weren't 
working out for him, or things were great because he had the opportunity to 
step on someone. 

Mike's becoming a scoutmaster wasn't something he did out of the goodness of 
his heart. When he had been younger and had joined thd boy scouts himself, 
his den leader had been a bully. The man had gone on to supervising the 
entire troop, bullying all the younger kids, Mike included. As a result, 
Mike realized nothing was more improtant than a modicum of power. So, Mike 
had risen through the ranks of the scouts, becoming an eagle scout. By the 
time he was twenty-one, he was offering his services as a scoutmaster, and 
the boy scouts, being tremendously understaffed, especially up in Maine, 
were only too happy to accept his offer. As a result, Mike Refizzo finally 
had his power. What was more, he enjoyed lording it over the younger boys, 
treating them like dirt, making them feel inferior, so that no matter how 
well they did, he always found something to criticize. 

Now Mike Refizzo had a chance to gain power, if only for a short time, over 
one of the snooty housewives whose kids were in his pack, and as a result, 
his inferiority complex pushed itself into the background, and the same 
monstrous instincts he used to rule the scout troop were going to be used to 
dominate Ann Corso, temporarily restoring his virility. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was Tuesday. Ann had been torn between going Monday and getting this 
business with Mike Refizzo over with as soon as possible, or putting it off 
to Thursday, hoping he might get hit by a car, or something. But she finally 
decided the Devil protected his own, and nothing was going to happen to the 
scoutmaster. David would be working late that night, and Chris was having 
supper at Timmy Walker's house, and Ann knew she would probably not have 
another opportunity like this all week. It would have to be this evening, or 
else risk what he would do with the pictures. She had no doubt the man would 
do something unsavory with them, and not wanting to risk losing her 
new-found happiness, she took a long bath, then put on a gray woolen skirt 
with a pearl-gray or Ion blouse, slipped on a sweater, got into her new 
Reliant wagon, and drove over to Mike Refizzo's apartment house. 

The downstairs directory said Refizzo lived on the third floor. Trying to 
delay the inevitable as long as possible, she took the stairs instead of an 
elevator. Once on the third floor, she searched for his apartment, found it, 
and pushed the door buzzer. 

After what seemed like forever the door opened, and Mike Refizzo, still 
sweaty from work, his brown hair matted, his twitchy mustache droopy 
answered. His eyes were dulled until he saw her, then they lit up. He was 
still wearing his work clothing, in this case a pair of old, faded 
dungarees, and a weird looking red and black shirt that was halved in the 
middle horizontally. 

"Well, so the lady got smart and came," Mike snorted. "Good thing, too," he 
told her. "I'm all sweaty, and I wanna take a shower, and if you'd come a 
half hour later, I'd have already taken the shower and I'd have to take 
another one. This way I fuck you first, then I only gotta take one shower." 

Shuddering, Ann walked into the apartment, and when he shut the door behind 
her, she had the feeling she had walked into some kind of horrible trap. 
This was one of the most difficult decisions of her life-hard to make, 
harder now to carry out. But it was something that had to be done if this 
animal was to be prevented from showing those pictures around. 

"You tell your husband about you coming on the scout camping trip?" he 
asked. 

"Yes," she nodded, sighing, wishing he would just come ahead and get his 
part of it over with. "It's all right, because David claims that if I go 
with Chris this weekend, he'll get ahead in his work, and we'll be able to 
spend future weekends together for a long time to come." 

"Well, y'see that," Mike smiled. "As a scoutmaster I'm doin' my good deed 
for the day ... actually for the month. Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm 
gonna give you back all the photos except two ... just in case ... as a sort 
of evidence of my good faith. I believe you. Here!" he said, pushing six 
photos across the table in his small hallway/dining room. She reached out, 
took them, looked at them, and was aghast at how clearly her face showed in 
all the shots. Yes, there she was, with Robert Lander sucking her breasts; 
with her hand on the boy's penis; with her mouth on the boy's penis; another 
with her mouth on the penis; sperm seepage on her face as she lifted her 
face for a moment to lick the semen in; and finally, her tonguing the boy's 
balls clean, afterward. 

Mike gave her a match and let her burn all the pictures in an ashtray on the 
table. He had ashtrays all over the house, all filled with stale cigarette 
butts, the stink of which filled the entire small apartment. 

Mike led her into the living room, then turned to face her, grinning. 
Without a word, he reached for her, and she had no choice but to go to him. 
He pulled her with him onto the sofa, a brown, ratty thing that had probably 
been old in Teddy Roosevelt's time. His mouth clamped itself on hers, and 
she tasted the sour breath he had from too much coffee, as well as the stale 
stink from too many cigarettes. There was also the taint of beer odor on his 
breath. His hand wasted no time filling itself with the fullness of her 
round breast. His fingers dug into her flesh through her clothing. 

Ann was certain she would never be able to stand it. The man was a total 
beast. He stank, he was grimy, his breath was vile, yet she had no choice 
but to submit. 

For a moment she struggled against him, hating the way he manhandled her, 
doing her best to escape his pillaging tongue as his rapacious hands 
continued running roughshod over her soft body, but she knew any struggling 
at all was futile. She had made her bargain with this spawn from hell, and 
she would keep it. 

She was doing this to save her marriage, a marriage which she had more than 
once brought to the brink of divorce because of her constantly refusing her 
husband-or so she thought. Now that things were smooth between David and 
herself again, she had to submit to this degradation in order to once again 
keep her marriage from dissolving. But after she was finished with Mike 
Refizzo, by Sunday, she would never again do anything to muddy her marriage. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

She groaned with disgust, but Mike Refizzo, supreme egotist at this moment, 
riding one of his highs, believed it was a groan of passion. The sound 
seemed to come from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled total 
defeat, but Mike Refizzo, hearing, misinterpreted. 

"Take it easy, honey," he told her. "We got a lotta time." 

He pushed her against the back of the sofa to admire her for a moment, then 
threw himself on top of her and buried his smelly mouth in the side of her 
neck, his tongue licking her, moving this way and that, washing under her 
ear, then poking inside, the tip running around the shell-shaped rim. Ann 
shivered. The man was a human Godzilla, yet he knew, in his own crude way, 
various ways of intensifying passion in a woman. 

"You're the most gorgeous piece in Cutlow," he told her, referring to the 
small town in which they lived. 

She lay stretched out on the sofa at full length, her thighs tightly 
clenched together, dreading the moment when he would insist on touching her 
there ... putting his hand, or worse, into that most private feminine part 
of her, that secret place heretofore touched only by her husband. 

Mike's hand roamed across her flat belly, feeling the firmness of her flesh 
under her blouse and skirt, then his hand wandered down the outside of her 
thigh to the hem of said skirt. When his hand wandered back up, it was 
beneath the skirt, moving to the smooth, warm flesh beneath. Having 
anticipated the man's roughness, and not in the mood to buy new pantyhose 
once he tore what she had, Ann hadn't bothered to wear them. She had nylon 
foot-coverings on beneath her shoes in spite of the briskness of the 
evening, and so he felt flesh immediately. He moved his fingers higher and 
higher, running them up the insides of her thighs, moving from left thigh to 
right and back again. He tugged her skirt up in order to get a better view 
of what he was touching, and he was able to see the soft, brown, curling 
hairs on her groin sticking out from the thin crotchband of her white nylon 
panties. He grinned widely, and using a finger, he shoved it roughly into 
the crease at the top of her vaginal slit, pressing against the nylon, 
rubbing up and down in an attempt to feel the nubbin of her clitoris. 
Finally he found the enshrined little button, and he began wildly rubbing 
it, creating thrills Ann didn't want to feel. Odd how her husband's touch, 
for twelve years, had terrified her, but this man, who was like something 
out of Dante's Inferno, for all his roughness merely aroused her when his 
finger touched her. What she didn't realize was, having once again become 
attuned to the arousal her husband had been able to instigate in her, she 
was now capable of arousal from anything touching one of her hot buttons, 
and her clitoris was most definitely a hot button. 

Ann cringed as he continued rubbing her, not because she hated the touch, 
but because she hated herself for responding to it. Her mind was still 
wrestling with principles and rationales, trying to excuse what she was 
doing. But no matter how she kept telling herself she was doing this for the 
good of her marriage, to keep it from dissolving, her mind refused to accept 
that. 

"Please ... Mr. Refizzo ... don't...." she begged, moaning as she felt his 
strong, ox-like hands force her slender white thighs apart. His fingers 
pulled and tugged at the thin band of nylon protectively covering her 
defensively cringing vaginal labia. 

"Mr. Refizzo," he cackled. "Hey, you remember what you told that Lander kid 
when he called you Mrs. Corso? You told him that under the circumstances, 
when you were alone, since you were doin' something so intimate, it oughtta 
be a good idea if he called you Ann. Well I'm gonna call you Ann, and you'll 
call me Mike-Mike with the long pike," he roared out loud, laughing at his 
own joke, and then twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, he 
tugged hard, and she felt them tear as he pulled the material. He yanked the 
crotchband away, then pulled the rest of the panty from her body. Now her 
loins were totally naked and defenseless, and she was helpless in the man's 
clutches. 

"No! Oh, my God! No!" she cried out, clamping her thighs tightly together, a 
hand instictively going to her apex to cover her shame. 

"Come on, Annie, open them there legs, you sweet bitch!" he grunted. "I 
don't wanna get rough with you. I figured to make it easy for you. But you 
give me a hard time, and I'll give you one." 

"Leave me alone," she begged. "For heaven's sake, don't do this. I can't go 
through with it." 

"You want those pictures sent to the local newspaper for the entire town to 
see?" he asked. 

"You wouldn't!" she gasped. "You just can't be that cruel. I never did 
anything to hurt you. Why are you trying to hurt me?" 

"Ain't no one tryin' to hurt you, honey," he replied. "I'm just tryin' to 
convince you to do what's best f' you. In this case, all I wantcha to do is 
spread your legs so we can both have a ball." 

Defeat mingled with horror, disgust, and fear in the brunette housewife, and 
she slowly relaxed her slender thighs, allowing the marble-white, curving 
columns to splay out slightly, revealing the pink foramen, glistening wetly 
between her loins, a black ring of sparse, delicate, spiderweb-like hair 
lining that soft femininity. Her inner labia seemed to protrude like flower 
petals, and peeping out from the hooded protection of frenulum was her 
clitoris, a miniature phallus that looked perfectly sculpted. 

Now the ordeal began for Ann. 

She was aware of Mike's thick finger moving against her body, moving as it 
traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked vagina and she squirmed and 
shuddered with abhorrence at the lascivity of his moving finger. But a 
moment later she felt arousal and warmth, neither of which she wanted, yet 
she was unalbe to restrain the feelings as she rubbed her clitoris, causing 
prurient agitation. She was unable to understand why she was responding to 
what he was doing as the man insinuated the finger deeper and deeper inside 
the warmth of her wetly tremulous womanly cavity. 

In her helplessness something was happening to her, and she was unable to 
explain it to herself. She was unaware that a dozen years of abstinence had 
caused sexual fever to continually mount in her body until she had used a 
key, in this case Robert Lander, to begin unleashing it. Now it not only 
rose to the fore instantly, but grew at a geometric progression inside her. 
Warmth was spreading in her belly in spite of the knowledge that she 
detested the man touching her. Heightened sensation centered where his 
finger was touching her, and she was unable to resist it. 

Ann moaned with agony, feeling an uncontrolled emotional conflict tumble 
around inside her. Though she recognized the sensual desire beginning to 
build in her, she tried fighting it, but it was hopeless. Her nerve-endings 
were alive with shimmering electric thrills, and shock after shock flashed 
thorugh the lengths of her thighs, her heels digging into the sofa cushion 
so that she surged her loins upward to meet the rubbing pressure of his 
finger in spite of the fact that her mind kept telling her not to respond. 
She didn't want to feel anything this man did to her, preferring to somehow 
try and keep her mind and body numb. Why in hell didn't the man simply throw 
himself on top of her, do it, and get it over with? God! 

She writhed her tightly rounded buttocks further into the soft, flattened 
cushions of the sofa in an attempt to try and escape the tantalizing feeling 
his worming finger was creating, her moan changing to a helpless whimper and 
a simpering mewl as his knowledgable fingers roughly taunted the tight, 
sensitive portal, gently thrusting into it several times, then parting the 
softly curling pubic hairs to make sudden, electrifying contact with the 
tiny, throbbing head of her erect clitoris. She was aware of moisture 
seeping from within her because of unwanted feeling and excitation. Little 
by little the thrills seeped through every part of her being, and she 
clenched her teeth tightly in an effort to hold everything back. She" would 
not succumb to the salacious feelings building inside her. 

No! It was wrong! What she had done with Robert Lander had been something 
necessary, to convince her she wasn't sexually dead. But what she was doing 
with this man was out-and-out adultery. Worse! She was yielding to 
blackmail, and in her eyes this was almost as big a sin as prostituting 
herself. God! She didn't know what to do, how to make the man stop. 

Suddenly it dawned on her that she was the total fool. Whatever she had done 
with Robert was over with, finished. She might have even found a way to 
enlist his help and get those photos away from Mike Refizzo. Robert was a 
clever boy for his age. She had no right being here like this. All she was 
doing was getting herself in deeper and deeper. 

She decided she had no intention of letting this vile man continue with 
this. There had to be some kind of alternate solution. Allowing his grubby 
hands on her body made her feel leprous. Forcefully she thrust her own hands 
against his chest as she writhed and kicked, doing her best to push the man 
away from her. 

"No, damn you!" she shouted. Stop it! Damn you to hell, I want out! I don't 
care what you want. You just get off me." 

Her sudden change of attitude and the force of her attack caught the 
scoutmaster by surprise. Damn her! She was, in effect, telling him that she, 
and any other housewife in this lousy town, was too good for him. All he was 
good for were the whores, and he wasn't able to get it up with them. Well 
fuck that! She was a woman capable of raising an erection in him, and he was 
going to make her take the swelling down. He caught her two wrists and 
clamped them together in a steel-fingered grasp. His weight was on top of 
her, pinning her to the sofa beneath him. 

"You damn little bitch!" he muttered out loud, jamming a knee between her 
thighs, forcing them to remain wide open. At the same time he rammed two 
fingers into the tight opening of her cunt, running the digits in and out, 
aware of how unbelievably tight she was for a grown woman. He rubbed a thumb 
against her clitoris, and as a result of his actions, she became wetter than 
ever down there, while still struggling against him. Jesus! Those inner 
walls of hers were like melting butter, and he was hardly able to wait. He 
wanted to feel what it was like to bury his cock into something this tight 
and this soft. When he had been able to fuck, and to him it seemed as if 
that had been ages past, he had always had loose cunts. Not this time. This 
cunt was tight, wet, oily, and smooth, really smooth. 

Staring at her, eye to eye, he licked his lips, and said, "Face it, lady, 
you're going to be fucked. But I'll tell you right now, it ain't gonna be a 
rape, 'cause ain't no one gonna say Mike Refizzo didn't slip his cock to a 
chick that didn't beg for it. When I'm through with you, you're gonna be 
climbin' the walls and beggin' to be fucked. You be smart, lie back, 
cooperate, and things'll not only go smoother, but faster, dig?" he snapped, 
his smile lascivious. 

"No! Never!" she shouted at him. "That's one thing I'll never beg you to 
do." 

"You don't know how talented I am, bitch!" 

Slowly, without wanting to, Ann stopped struggling only because she was 
running out of strength. She lay back against the worn sofa cushions, the 
insanity of her total helplessness, the complete defenselessness of her 
situation finally imprinting itself on her frantic brain. God! She was 
trapped! All she would be able to do would be to lie there and allow this 
monster to do what he wanted with her ... letting his hands roam over her 
helpless body, taking any and all indecent liberties with her, doing 
whatever he pleased. Well it was her own fault for coming here in the first 
place. Soon now, when he was ready, he would fuck her. Yes, fuck was the 
perfect word, because "making love" was not something of which she believed 
this man capable. He was going to violate her warm, young body as he blasted 
his abominable sperm, white as puss, into her unwanting feminine nave. There 
was no way on earth to stop him, and the worst part of all this was, she was 
a loser whether or not he succeeded. If he did, she lost because she had 
come here and all but given herself to him. If he didn't succeed, she would 
lose because of the photos he still had-two pictures he would give to the 
local press. Either way, he was certainly going to do his damndest to simply 
use her, not giving a damn about her feelings. 

Tears of humiliation came running down her pretty cheeks. She felt revolted 
because of her own actions, and a sob caught in her throat as she discovered 
the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers against her vagina and clitoris 
continued eliciting uncontrolled sensations that made her unwillingly 
respond to what he was doing. She was inwardly aroused-more so with every 
passing second. 

His voice was hot and raspy as his sour breath washed across her face, the 
stench more than she was able to bear. "It's starting to feel good, ain't 
it, Annie?" 

She rolled her lovely head from side to side, trying hard to twist her face 
away from him, wanting to tell him how much she despised him, but the words 
caught in her throat. She was unable to say anything any longer, the sensual 
shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris, causing her 
to work her wriggling buttocks even more deeply into the cushions to escape 
the frenzied, nerve-shocking sizzles that sparked their way through her 
helplessly vibrating pussy. 

"Unh ... aaannnnnngggghhhh ... ggggggnnnngg-hhhh...." was all she was able 
to gurgle as he continued to manipulate her abused clitoris with the ball of 
his thumb. 

Mike moved his powerful, hairy body over that of the lovely brunette, 
freeing her wrists now. She would have struck out at him again had his hand 
not leaped out and caught itself in her ebony hair. He slammed her head 
against the cushion beneath, then, while pressing down on her with his own 
body, he mashed his lips against hers and kissed her wetly, sloppily, his 
tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger began massaging her naked 
vagina again. 

"I'm gonna take off the rest of your clothes, honey," he told her. "What's 
more, you're not gonna fight me, 'cause if you do, a lotta things'll get 
torn and you won't have nothin' to wear home." 

Dully, she knew she would do as he said. There was no way on earth for her 
to help her own situation any longer. 

He got to his feet and pulled her up by her arms. She was standing as he 
tugged her zipper down. Ann closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what 
was happening to her. She stood there, letting him take off her skirt, then 
remove her half-slip. He unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it from her arms, 
tossing it to the side, and lastly, he unhooked her brassiere and tossed it 
on the floor. 

Cool air rushed over the fullness of her throbbing breasts, the solid, 
distended nipples like pointed spikes as he squeezed the palms of his hands 
over them. Against her will she gasped as his taloned fingers enclosed the 
warm, vibrant flesh, hotly kneading, squeezing, rolling the ultra-sensitive 
nipples to the point of pain between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Yeah," he muttered, "this is more like it. You got a nice body, Annie. I'm 
gonna make sure it don't go to waste. I mean, a body like yours was meant 
for fucking, and it's obvious from the tightness of your cunt, even though 
you've had a kid, that your husband just don't fuck you enough. I'll rectify 
the situation, for a short time, anyway." 

Abruptly, he lowered his face to her chest, sucking one of her breasts as 
far into his mouth as possible. His tongue washed over the white flesh, and 
his lips sucked on her areola before pulling back and tugging on her nipple. 
He sucked the nipple for a long time, making it elongate, and then 
transferred his oral attentions to her other breast as she reamined standing 
there. He forced her to sit on the sofa as he knelt before her, kissing her 
belly, letting his tongue wash through her navel, teasing it orally while 
his hands returned to her breasts and played with her nipples, keeping them 
responsibely solid. Ann hated to admit it, but he was getting to her. 

She gasped as she felt his hands abruptly leave her breasts, moving slowly 
down along her ribs, as if counting them, finally coming to rest on her 
waist. Then his hands slid down over the outsides of her hips, moving to her 
knees, then reversing themselves and moving back up to her inner thighs, 
feeling the warmth emanating from them as he made her spread them all the 
wider, exposing the rich pinkness of her interior to his gaping eyes. His 
breath was rasping as it washed over her flesh, his hand once again touching 
her pubic mount, fingers sliding down and tickling her cuntlips. 

Ann shut her eyes. She didn't want to watch her own ravishment. His hands 
continually teased her, making her wetter and wetter, and her buttocks 
bounced uncontrollably. 

Suddenly he was no longer touching her. She heard him, on his feet in front 
of her, the whisper of cloth against flesh as he proceeded to undress 
himself. The fact that he took a shower every morning as well as at night 
kept him from smelling too bad, though the aroma of stale perspiration was 
strong. 

"Come on, honey, face the music, or in this case, the cock," he told her. 
"You might just as well open those gorgeous eyes and see the treat I have in 
store for you." 

Yes, she might just as well look. Whether her eyes were open or closed, he 
was going to ravish her. There was no escape from this. She was as involved 
as it was possible for any human being to be. Slowly, reluctantly, she 
unclenched her eyes, and then opened them. 

She saw him naked, hairy, once again kneeling on the floor, his body between 
her widespread thighs, his face twisted into a distorted grin of lewdness. 
Without wanting to, she leaned forward just a little, letting her eyes run 
down his hairy chest to a firm, hairy belly, and then her eyes flicked 
lower. What she saw stunned her. She had always belieed her husband to be 
huge, but compared to this ... dear God! This man was built like a stud 
stallion, the long red rod as thick as her wrist. His fist was stroking it a 
little, but that wasn't necessary. Just looking at her body had him aflame 
with a desire no whore had ever been able to bring out in him. The corona 
flared a brilliant red, pulsing, letting her know how anxious the entire 
cock was to be buried inside her. She would never, in a million years, be 
able to take such a monster into her body. 

"My God!" was all she was able to gasp. 

"What'sa matter, honey, ain't your husband got nothin' like this?" he asked, 
smiling. 

Ann continued staring at the man, feeling miserable humiliation and 
degradation. The sight of her own nakedness in front of this horrible man's 
exposed body filled her with shame, also making her more aware than ever of 
the utter helplessness she was feeling as she remained at the mercy of this 
madman. 

Yes, he had to be a madman! No sane man would do something like this to her. 
From the gleam in his eye it was obvious he was enjoying the way he was 
debauching her, brutally harming her, a cruel gleam in his ferret-like eyes 
as she watched the misery to which he was continually subjugating her. He 
was deranged-a sadist! A sickie! 

She continued staring at him, realizing more and more how helpless she was, 
and the whole problem was that her very helplessness caused tingles of 
unwanted desire to trammel their way through her. Sexual lust was starting 
to surge through her loins as much as she detested this horrible man. Wanton 
depravity was taking its toll on her as salacity continued playing through 
her body. Even so, a new sense of terror filled her as she watched him, 
squatting before her, his hand still stroking his cock-a cock swollen beyond 
belief with a lust she had heretofore been unable to conceive of. Her eyes 
fixed themselves on the bloated spear with utter horror and disbelief. The 
sheer breadth of it was horrifying. It would tear her interior to shreds, 
and she knew it. In face, it would probably split her right up the middle 
like an overripe melon. 

Mike saw the way her stare was fixed on his penis. 

"Hey, you dig my cock," he snorted. "You just wait until I start shoving it 
into that tight little twat of yours, honey. Then you'll get to know what 
fuckin's all about." 

The sound of his voice was a tormenting rasp, and she shuddered with terror. 
He saw the quake and smiled, saying, "I see you ain't really never been 
fucked. But don't worry. After today, you'll know what it is to take on a 
real he-man." 

Tears began welling up in her helpless eyes, and they overflowed, pouring 
out and running down her beautiful cheeks as she realized this man was 
indeed a total animal, intent on showing her no mercy whatsoever. She no 
longer paid attention to his language and his crudeness. Her mind was too 
busy with the hoplessness of her situation and the horrifying understanding 
that there simply was no escape from the agony he intended inflicting on her 
helpless body. This sex-crazed maniac intended ravishing her as she lay 
there, totally helpless. There was nowhere for her to turn. She was unalbe 
to remember when she had felt so completely alone in her entire life. 

Leaning toward her very suddenly, Mike forced her to lie full-length on the 
sofa, and he spread his solid, hairy, perspiration-smelling body on top of 
hers, knocking the breath from her lungs for a moment. The long, hard 
thickness of his penis continued pulsating against the soft flesh of her 
tantalizing belly, his brazenly searching hands once again squeezing the 
smoothly mounded fullness of her rounded breasts, savagely causing her to 
whimper with agony beneath him as his mouth hungrily sought hers. His tongue 
wasted no time pushing between her lips, filling her mouth with its 
thickness as animal grunts came from the depths of his chest. 

After some moments went by, he lifted his head and said, "You know 
something, Annie? You taste good all over, really good. But the trouble with 
you is, you ain't reacting. Honey, before I'm through with you, you'll be 
out of your gourd and begging for cock." 

She didn't understand how he was going to make her beg him to do something 
she utterly detested. But even as she thought about it, he was slithering 
down and moving his head between the tantalizing pillars of her thighs, his 
mouth hovering mere inches above her tantalizing dehiscence. Though she had 
often dreamed about her husband lovingly licking her vagina-something David 
had never done-the thought of this vile, vicious person sinking his fangs 
into her cuntlips horrified her. She recoiled in repugnance. 

"Please ... oh, God ... no ... don't do that to me ... no one's ever...." 
she gasped, pleadingly, but he had already placed the palms of his hands 
against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and was spreading them far, far 
apart. Her attempt to clamp her thighs closed was completely futile at this 
point. A whine rose in her throat as she stared at him between the full 
mounds of her swollen breasts, staring down at her sparse, ebony triangle 
where she saw the top of his brown head as his face, distorted with passion, 
poised itself in space over her softly palpitating vagina. 

"Oh, my God! No! No! No!" she screamed. "My husband has never, but never 
done anything like that to me." 

But even as she said it, Ann knew it was more her fault than it was David's. 
Had she responded to him, allowed him to fuck her more often, sucked his 
cock during those twelve long years, she had no doubt his mouth would have 
been feeding voraciously at the trough of her seething cunt. 

But instead of David, she had Mike Refizzo kneeling between her widespread 
thighs, his strong hands pressing powerfully on her inner loins to keep them 
apart. He glaned hungrily into the pink furrow of her womanly container, 
noting how delightful it looked ringed with that midnight hair, the inner 
labia peeking out like two pink tongues, viscous droplets of clear moisture 
clinging to them ever so delicately, and as she lay there in terror beneath 
him, her eyes pleading with him not to continue with this debasement, he 
struck. He had made her humiliation total first, and now she helplessly 
watched, petrified as his hands moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs 
against the softly trembling lips of her sodden cunt, parting the softly 
curling hairs, drawing the lips slowly apart, exposing the innermost secret 
depths of her body to his eyes. 

Ann was aware of the heat of his breath as it burned against her sensitive 
inner coral flesh, and she moaned aloud, feeling agonized shame at all this. 
She watched, unable to tear her gaze from this wickedly fascinating 
happening as he brought his face closer and closer to her helpless pussy. 
Then she gasped as she felt the moist length of his slithery tongue slid 
snake-like into her defenselessly quivering vagina. 

Shudderingly her body responded, moving instinctively, twitching with a 
convulsive determination to escape this unnatural outrage he was performing 
against her helplessly defenseless pussy. Her hips ground down and back into 
the sofa cushions as a morass of revulsion began welling up inside her as 
she felt herself detesting this loathsome creature all the more as he 
continued using his tongue on her, the oral member flicking back and forth, 
touching her labia, touching her opening, wetting down her clitoris. 

He was perverted-a beast, a vile monster, a horrible demon! 

"N-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhhh ... Go-o-o-o-o-ddd-dd ... n-o-o-o . ... "she 
cried aloud. 

She groaned and whimpered, realizing how he was completely debasing her, 
humiliating her, making her feel tortured. It wasn't possible! Somehow she 
was unable to conceive of hos this was happening to her. Thoughts tumbled 
around and around, spinning through her mind, but the fact was, she was 
here, she was naked, and so was Mike Refizzo. The man's long, wet, slithery 
tongue was there, racing into the wet sump of her-as yet-unreceptive vagina, 
though what he was doing was rapidly stimulating her. 

"No more ... please...." she begged. "Stop! This isn't right!" 

She was pleading, feeling more ashamed than ever because what he was doing 
was causing more and more unwanted sensations to sizzlingly streak through 
her body, causing her to feel forbidden pleasure. His animal tongue 
continually stimulated her as it lapped through her quaking cuntal furrow. 

She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, 
sensuous twinges of sexual madness racing wildly through her shuddering 
body, stabbing into her loins with explosively charging power so that her 
body was subverted to this lascivious man's lust. The most horrifying 
realization at this point was the knowledge that her own body was betraying 
her. 

As she stared down at him, she saw his eyes flick up and look at her face, 
watching her with shining glee, the sadistic enjoyment radiating through him 
as his mouth and tongue continued hungrily laboring at the' wide-spread slit 
between her thighs, making all kinds of obscene, wet sucking sounds. She 
knew what he was waiting for, and she knew that his working tongue was 
building her body to such a peak she might indeed, after a while, beg him to 
do even more, for good as his tongue was, the pressure of a penis inside her 
was missing. He wouldn't offer her that pressure until she unconditionally 
surrendered herself to him. 

No! She refused to give in to the feelings pervading her entire body. 
Granted the physical part of her felt thrilled, but the mere idea that he 
was the one bringing on these pleasurable sensations was almost enough to 
block the feelings from her mind. Almost! As the moments continued to pass, 
the feelings became stronger, and she realized she was going out of her 
skull. 

All the while, Mike's eyes remained locked on the beautiful, contorted 
countenance she possessed as he continued thrusting his tongue ever more 
deeply into the simmering cauldron of her cunt. The tears continued leaking 
from her eyes and running down her cheeks. The man smiled to himself, 
watching with a ruthless satisfaction as she fought a battle she had to lose 
to him. More, she had to lose it to herself. 

Mike stared and kept thinking to himself that he wanted her to go on 
fighting it as long as possible, first, because he enjoyed what he was 
doing, and second, because when she finally did give in, she would surrender 
totally, completely, and she would be all his to do with as he wished. 

His pursed lips moved higher as he pulled his tongue in for a moment and 
began sucking on the miniature phallic-like extension that was her clitoris. 
He heard her whimpers of agonized pleasure as he gripped the tiny, trembling 
bud between his pressuring lips. He clamped down on it, holding it firmly, 
then ran his tongue around and around the little organ. Then he flatly 
rubbed against the head of the clitoris, sending tingling thrills charging 
insanely through her entire flailing body. He was aware of the involuntary 
jerks of her loins as they ground against his face in uncontrollable 
rhythmic counterpoint to his abrasive tongue. Her head insanely whipped from 
side to side, the sensations inside her so intense all she was able to feel 
was the agony of desire. New, louder mewls and whimpers came from her 
tightly compressed lips. 

Smiling, he hoisted her legs up until they were draped over his shoulders, 
giving him even better access to her seething cunt. His hands slid beneath 
her, gripping the wonderful moons of her buttocks and holding tightly to 
them, keeping her firmly in place as his mouth kept on working on her 
clitoris. 

Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the apartment as the man pressed 
his mustache against the tender lips of her cunt, tickling her into greater 
arousal as he shoved the agile oral organ deep into the soaring depths of 
her wildly clasping vaginal pandiculation. 

No longer able to control herself, Ann suddenly felt her hands move as if of 
their own volition, reaching out as she became aware she had lost the 
desperate battle she had been fighting with herself. Her fingers entangled 
themselves in the stringy, greasy thatch of hair on his head, and she pulled 
his red face all the more tightly into her steaming crotch. 

Mike knew she was his, now. She belonged to him for as long as he wished. He 
was the absolute master, and she was his to use as he wished, and he wished, 
among other things, to fuck her, though in order to prove she was still 
bowing to him, he would do it with her back to him, bent as if bowing and 
praying, while he fucked her like the bitch-in-heat she had become. She was 
lost beyond recall. 

Mike felt it was worth it. He was still unhappy about his not having been 
able to make it with the whores, but he felt a sense of power at having 
totally conquered this woman, this good, clean housewife, who liked to suck 
the cocks of little boy scouts. 

Ann's body had completely betrayed her. She was under Mike Refizzo's 
influence whether she liked it or not. All she was capable of doing was 
obeying the demanding sensations in her loins. Her buttocks jerked and 
spasmed, moving in wild circles, thrusting upward each time the plunging 
tongue slurped along her clitoris and slithered into her vagina. Her hands 
pulled continually on the man's hair, and lightning bolts struck at her 
love-hungry interior when she felt his swathing tongue flick from her vagina 
straight down toward the hidden nether ring that was her anus. When the tip 
of his tongue poked its way in there, it took every last ounce of willpower 
not to scream. Her moan was subverted into a low groan of sensual pleasure 
as the heat of his slimy tongue continually poked at the sensitive little 
pucker. It was only a momentary digression from his goal, and a moment later 
his tongue was once again back at work in the seething swamp between her 
pillarly thights. She was unable to restrain herself, and cried out, the 
gasp coming from the depths of her soul, for fulfillment seemed to be there, 
just out of reach, and having come this far, she ached to go all the way. 
God! God! God! She was a total slave to the wants and needs of her body, 
unable to deny herself. She was no longer able to resist, and it would have 
been useless to do so. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed before she realized what she had shouted. "Fuck me 
now! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Do it!" she cried out. 

The sadistically crazed scoutmaster was unable to contain his savage 
elation. Her scream had reassured him beyond any shadow of a doubt that he 
had won. She was a slave to his will, his own personal body captive, asking 
for his cock, and in a few minutes he would shove the hard length of fleshy 
stovepipe right up her pussy and fuck her until she was no longer able to 
walk straight. God! He was hardly able to wait before firing a load of seed 
into that narrowly tight pussy. 

He jerked his head free, making her let go of his hair, then he raised his 
head and looked at her with a crazed, twisted smile. 

"I told you, you'd be begging me for it, honey," he snapped. "Well, you're 
sure hot enough to fuck, now." 

"Yes, yes, fuck me!" she begged. 

"No!" he laughed. "You're the one gonna do the fucking. Get up!" 

Not understanding the man, she rose, watching as he lay back down on the 
sofa, his huge penis waggling in the air. 

"Fuck me, damn you!" she yelled, beating at him with her fists, her body 
shaking with the need for a cock, even one as monstrous as that standing out 
from his loins. 

"I told you," he snorted. "You do the fucking. Get on top and ride me." 

As far as Ann was concerned, this really was a good idea. With her being on 
top, she would be able to control the entry of his cock into her cunt, and 
as a result, she would not hurt herself as she took it in. Hell! His cock 
was thicker than her husband's, but it was a human cock, and she was certain 
since hers was a human cunt, she would be able to contain it. No longer did 
she entertain thoughts of trying to escape. Heat permeated through her 
entire body, and she needed relief. The only kind of relief was this man's 
cock. 

She crawled sinuously on top of the man's sweaty body, straddling him. Mike 
growled at her, "Not that way, honey. I wanna see your ass. Turn around!" 

Even this way she knew she would be able to control the depth of his 
plunging cock, so she was only too happy to do as he ordered. Right now, the 
only important thing was getting rid of the fire blazing inside her, and 
this over-long, over-thick cock was the only instrument at hand. 

Swiveling around, she let him see her rounded ass-cheeks as she leaned 
forward against his drawn-up knees. 

"You put it in!" he ordered. 

Not stopping to think, Ann reached down and guided his massively pulsating 
penis into the moist readiness of her pink-fleshed vaginal opening. 
Carefully she rocked back on the lust-stiffened shaft, permitting the hotly 
pulsing thickness to slowly, very slowly, worm its way in. 

Her cunt stretched. 

"Oooonnnnhhhh!" she grunted, suddenly aware how unbelievably immense his 
rocket-like cock felt as it moved into her. 

Oh, God! It was so thick! Her membranes were stretched, and there was that 
old pain she had felt when her husband had tried fucking her all those years 
after the birth of their son. but this time it wasn't merely due to the 
cramping of her interior muscles. This time it had to do with the fact that 
his cock was so unbelievably thick, even totally relaxed she would have felt 
agony. Little by little she lowered herself, gritting her teeth, sucking on 
her lower lip, feeling the penis penetrate a bit more deeply each time. Oh, 
God! God! God! It hurt! But she had to have it! In spite of the pain, the 
thick phallus moving into her was stoking her inner fires, building desire 
higher and higher in her, building it to the point where she knew no matter 
what happened, she had to have that orgasm. This would be her last vaginal 
pain-she knew it now. Her elastic interior was already beginning to adjust 
to his thickness, and even though it wasn't all the way in, that part of her 
which did contain his cock was already stretched. 

"Gggghhhuuunnnggghhhh!" she gasped when the last little bit of it had been 
absorbed inside her. "There!" Her petite, white arms reached forward and her 
hands planted themselves on his legs in order that she might balance 
herself. At the same time Mike's hands began roaming over the curvature of 
her slender back. 

Reaching down, Mike allowed his hands to fill themselves with the 
unblemished smoothness of her buttocks. His fingers slid beneath her rear 
cheeks, lifting her hips a little. As he began to relax, allowing her to 
sink back down on his wetly glistening penile shafft, he flexed his hips 
upward at the same time, driving the thick pale that was his own demanding 
flesh that much deeper into her eagerly throbbing vaginal concavity. 

God! It was absolutely fantastic! Ann hated to admit it, but now that the 
pain had receded, what she was feeling was fabulous. Perhaps position had 
something to do with it. She had never used this position with her husband. 
Certainly she felt no love for the beast beneath her, but at the moment she 
would have killed rather than allow his cock to be pulled from the 
cavernously sucking depths off her aching cunt. 

Little by little she tightened her membranes, feeling good inside as her 
inner membranes sensed every throbbing lurch from his cock, feeling every 
last little millimeter of ridged flesh in direct contact with her seething, 
shuddering interior. 

Taking her cue from the way his hands were pressing beneath her asscheeks, 
she began slowly sliding up and down, and realized one of the reasons she 
was enjoying this so much was her not being able to see him in this 
position, and thus she was able to concentrate solely on the pleasure she 
was feeling. Another reason was the control she had over what they were 
doing. Being able to control her movements as she was, her total enjoyment 
was that much greater. Her cunt slid along the post of his cock, moving up 
and down like a regulated carousel pony. Ann moved slowly in the beginning, 
then without meaning to, she started speeding up, faster, more wantonly, 
wilder, aching to scale heights she had never previously known as rapturous 
thrills continually raced through her shuddering body. 

Now she was moving like a skilled horsewoman, bouncing up and down as if the 
horse she was on was trotting, slamming her nakedly rounded buttocks solidly 
against the man's hard abdomen in order for her pulsating, stretched pussy 
to completely absorb his thickly expanding penis to the fullest, then rising 
high above him until only the lust-bloated head remained inside her heatedly 
searing vaginal glove. 

Behind and beneath her, Mike continued to massage and pinch her smoothly 
working buttocks, his hands like a cruel goad, while at the same time he 
pressed his feet flatly into the sofa cushions and lifted his hips, driving 
his mighty, pulsating shaft into the heated wetness of her aching vagina 
with ever-increasing urgency. 

Faster and faster Ann Corso continued riding the man beneath her as if she 
were seated on one of those mechanical brahma bulls. Her breathing was 
uncontrolled. She was gasping, her head rolling around and around as she 
swirled her short black hair across her shoulders. She wanted what she was 
feeling to continue unending, while at the same time she sensed her 
explosive orgasm arriving. 

"OHHH ... MYYY ... UUUNNNHHH ... GODDD UHHHH ... I'll ... OOOHHH ... AMMMM 
... GGHHH UUUNNN GGGHHHH ... AAAHHH AAANNNGGHH ... COMMMMIIIIINNNGGG 
UUUUNNNNHHHH!" 

With a final squatting thrust, she tightly convulsed and spasmed her cunt 
squeezingly as she clasped her arms tightly around his upstanding knees as 
her wildly delirious orgasm surged through her. 

Mike Refizzo, beneath her, was very close to his own spewing release at this 
point, and from the way his cock was throbbing, Ann knew he was about to 
unleash inside her. She was glad she had remembered to insert her diaphragm 
before leaving home. 

She stopped moving as she came, convulsing insanely, and as a result stopped 
the friction around Mike's cock. He quickly straightened out his legs. Ann 
found herself falling forward, then he was freeing himself, pulling her off 
his cock for an instant as he slid out from under her and kneeled behind her 
as he hauled her to her knees. Almost desperately, his cock demanding 
satisfaction, he moved closer to her and sank his insistent organ into the 
wetly clinging depths of her throbbing cunt again. He paid no attention to 
her muffled moans as, like a wild boar, he pounded into her pussy from the 
rear, wild, animalistic grunts coming from the depths of his throat. 

"Uhhmmmpphhh ... your cunt is like satin ... ohhh Godd! I've never known one 
so tight ... oohhhh-hh ... great ... great ... yeah...." 

He slammingly continued to gore her, fucking with a maddening and insane 
determination, his powerful thrusts jarring her kneeling body with 
flesh-slapping, bone-jarring cruelty. After several moments of pounding into 
her like this, he felt his orgasm building in him, an acid-like searing that 
told him his prostate was acting up again. The root of his cock ached, and 
he assumed it was because he hadn't been able to have too many orgasms, what 
with his having had difficulty getting his cock to rise. But now he knew he 
no longer had the trouble. He would fuck her again at the orgy-something he 
had neglected to mention to her when he had insisted she come along on the 
camping trip-and then he would go after other pussy. His prostate was a dam 
of tissue filled with sperm from many months-if one didn't count the wet 
dreams-and it ached to release all the hot, white fluid, wanting to spurt it 
into the tightness of her gloriously milking womb. 

"AAAAYYYYAAA AAGGGGGHHHUUUU NN-NGGG HHHAAA RRRRGGGG HHHHAAAAA UUUUWWWWWW 
AAAANNNNGGGGHHH AA-AAARRRRRGGHHH UUUGGGGHH!" he bellowed, coming with a 
loud, satisfying, grunting yell as he thrust his hard, thick cock into her 
vagina as far as was humanly possible, enjoying the gloriously vibrant 
feeling of his insanely pumping phallus as white-hot semen hosed through him 
to jet from its slitted tip, spraying deep into the wetly dripping confines 
of her aching cunt. Then, he, too, collapsed, lying nakedly on top of her 
soft, tender body, taking pleasure in merely feeling her womanliness beneath 
him. 

His cock finally softened and he pulled out. He slid off the sofa, walked 
out of the living room, around to the small hallway that led to his 
bathroom, and he soaped his cock down, then washed it off. Taking a wet rag, 
he came back to her and took the time to swab out her pussy, saying, "You 
were just great, Annie. You'll see, I'm gonna keep my word. You come on the 
camping trip with me, and when we get back, you get the last two pictures, 
and I won't bug you again." 

Now that it was over, shame flooded Ann. She hurriedly dressed, then turned 
and ran out as fast as she was able. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The ride up to the campsite hadn't been all that bad. The boys in her 
station wagon had been rowdy, but Ann had managed to handle them. She was 
dressed in slacks and a blouse, both blue, and she had a blue jacket on top, 
because she knew it would be cold at night. Fortunately for the kids, 
unfortunately for Ann, the weather on that weekend in October was predicted 
to be unusually mild. 

They arrived at the campsite at three in the afternoon, and while Ann and 
Phyllis, who had also agreed to come along, set up the tents, then went 
about getting supper ready, Mike Refizzo, the other mother, and his two 
assistant scoutmasters, took the boys hiking in the woods. Mike had been 
there before, and he knew all the trails. There was no wild game in this 
part of the state, so there would be no one worrying about whether or not 
there were hunters. 

At six-thirty, Mike brought the kids back, and they had hamburgers, beans, 
and baked potatoes waiting for them. They ate heartily, sat around a large 
camp-fire for a while, then they all went to bed. Ann slept in a tent with 
Phyllis, and she drifted off to sleep pretty quickly, too. 

The following day, Ann went with Mike and the other adults when they took 
the boys on a nature study walk. The walk began in the morning, ended at 
noon, at which time Ann and Phyllis showed the boys, according to the scout 
manual, how to cook over a campfire. That afternoon, Ann and Phyllis rested, 
while Mike took the kids on another hike, a longer one this time. When they 
returned, they were tired out and had just enough strength to eat. 
Afterward, they all undressed, washed in a nearby brook which ran downhill 
because they were perched on one side of a cliff, with a heavy wooden 
railing to insure the kids not accidentally sleep-walking off the cliff, and 
they went to sleep. Mike spoke with the assistant scoutmasters. They agreed 
they would share the nightwatch between them. Phyllis and the other mother 
who had come along decided to hit the hay early, and Ann was hoping Mike had 
forgotten what he intended doing to her, but he hadn't. 

"Okay," he said, walking over to her. "Come on, we're gonna take us a little 
ride." 

"Where are we going?" she asked. "To have some fun. C'mon, ain't no one 
gonna know you and me are missing. That hike knocked out everyone-the kids, 
the other scoutmasters, and even the redheaded dame, who came on the hike 
with us. I see that blonde dame with you knocked off early, so she ain't 
gonna know you're with me, so let's go. Don't worry, we'll be back in plenty 
of time to help the kids pack up and go home." 

Ann knew the futility of arguing with him. Shrugging, she got into his van, 
and sat back as he drove along small, backwoods trails, trails hard enough 
to see during the day, and almost impossible to see at night. But Mike 
Refizzo knew the way, and sure enough, after a while she saw lights up 
ahead. He headed for the lights, and she saw what looked like a gigantic 
rustic log cabin, two stories high, with an immense parking lot around it. 
The lot was more than half-filled. Who would have believed so many people 
would come from hundreds of miles away to some cockamamie place out in the 
woods. 

Mike parked the van, they got out, and went inside. Ann felt as long as they 
were in public, she ought to be safe, but a prickling on the back of her 
neck was already warning her. Not that she would have been able to do 
anything about it, anyway, with Mike holding her arm. His tight grip was 
like a vise, and she shuddered. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Inside, she saw it was a huge, dimly-lighted nightclub. Everyone there was 
rustically dressed rather than formal, and when Mike gave his name to the 
reservations clerk, the man nodded and waved to the maitre'd. The latter 
ushered them through tightly packed square tables and seats to their own 
table, right down front. 

"A table this close must be costing you a fortune," Ann remarked. 

"Doesn't cost a cent," he smiled. 

They ordered drinks, then Mike insisted they dance. 

His breath didn't have that coffee sourness on it tonight, thank God! But 
when he danced with her, he held her close. She was able to feel the thick 
length of his penis rubbing against her, and she reddened, thinking of the 
way he had fucked her in his apartment. 

They returned to the table, drank, had seconds, then had food. It was when 
the meal was finished, and they were enjoying a third drink that Ann 
realized she was feeling hot. Droplets of perspiration had broken out all 
over her, and she was feeling ... aroused? Why? She hadn't seen anything to 
titillate her imagination, nor had Mike tried groping her in public. It 
didn't make sense. 

When the fourth drinks arrived, and she tried to push hers aside, Mike said 
in a soft voice, "Drink!" 

"I don't want anymore," she told him. "Drink!" he insisted. "No!" 

"Drink it and don't make a scene. That's the last one. 

Sighing, she said, "all right," and tossed it off. "What's so important 
about my drinking this stuff. It tastes like watered whiskey, so you can't 
be trying to get me drunk." 

"Not drunk," he assured her, "just aroused." 

"What?" 

"There's a pinch of absinthe in your drinks, mixed with cantharides, and the 
food was seasoned with yohimbin-all aphrodisiacs." 

"Are you insane?" she whispered. 

"Not at all," he assured her. "Every drink in the place has an aphrodisiac 
in it, as does the food. Now sit and relax." 

The floorshow began, starting with a singer of extremely filthy songs. Next, 
came a comedian telling dirty jokes. Then some totally naked girls came on 
stage and danced, and as she watched, Ann felt more and more stimulated. 
Then naked men came out and danced with the naked girls, and Ann realized 
she was perspiring very heavily. God! Just looking at all this was lighting 
fires in her the like of which she thought would roast her alive. When Mike 
did reach under the table and slip a hand inside her thigh, she unwittingly 
opened her legs and then gasped when he rubbed her cunt. 

The dancing was finally over, and Ann thought the house lights might go up, 
but the M.C. came out and said, "Okay, folks, it's time for our audience 
participation. We already have our performers for tonight lined up, and 
believe me, this is the best part of the whole show. You'll love it!" 

"What's he talking about?" Ann gasped, leaning forward, shuddering as Mike's 
finger continued playing with her vaginal slit, pressing her panties into 
it. 

"Watch!" he told her, continuing to finger her cunt. 

Ann should have asked him to stop, but it was dark, and she was grateful no 
one else was able to see as he slipped his finger inside her crotchband, and 
pushed it into the tight, wet, bog that was her dripping cunt. He forced the 
finger in and out very slowly, and she found she was barely able to sit 
still as he fingered her. 

A spotlight hit the stage in front of them, and a couple came from one of 
the ringside tables. They smiled at everyone, and it was obvious to Ann the 
woman involved was not only high on aphrodisiac, but had probably taken a 
little pot, as well. The sweetish smell of Colombia Gold filled the air. 

What happened next astounded Ann. The man undressed the woman, had her lie 
oh a long drink-cart that had been rolled onto the stage, and he proceeded 
to suck her vagina in front of everyone, licking and slurping away until she 
attained not one, but a whole series of orgasms. The crowd applauded 
insanely, and looking around, Ann realized that many of the women sitting at 
the tables were now bare-breasted. What was more, their hands were below 
their tables, moving in jerky motions, which told her they were playing with 
the penises attached to the men they were with. The men were also busy, 
fingering the women, sucking their breasts, but always watching the stage. 

Another couple came on stage after that. A playground swing had been set up 
on the stage, and the woman sat in the swing with her cunt hanging down, and 
she was hoisted higher than she might normally be, and then she was swung 
back and forth, while the man stood in front of her, so that on each forward 
swing, her cunt slid over his cock. 

In almost no time the two of them came, and once again the audience roared 
their approval. Then the M.C. said, "And now for the piece-de-resistance, 
the attraction we've all been waiting for. Here is Mr. Mike Refizzo and his 
lady-friend." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Ann sat there, utterly stunned. Mike expected her to get on the stage with 
him and perform. A bed had been rolled out and locked in place, and Mike 
leaned over and whispered, "Come on, baby. You gaveyour word. Besides, 
you're so hot right now, you're ready to explode. Let's go and show them 
what it's all about." 

"But...." 

"No buts," he told her. "I had the crowd screened when the reservations came 
in last Wednesday, and I'm assured there's no one here from our home-town, 
so let's get on with it." 

"But what can I do?" Ann gasped. 

"Something like what we did in my apartment," he smiled, taking her arm, 
forcing her to stand and walk onto the stage. 

Ann noticed a hush had fallen over the crowd. They knew she was a novice to 
all this, and to them that was as good as her being a virgin. The final act 
of the floorshow always had a woman innocent in some way or other being 
brought up to perform. This way, Mike got into the club free, and his tab 
was also paid for. Naturally, he didn't get paid, himself, but that didn't 
matter. He was here to ball Ann Corso, and the fact that over three hundred 
people were watching didn't faze him one bit. In fact, at one point, some 
would be coming out of the audience and joining in. 

There was no getting out of it. Ann knew she had no choice, and so right 
there, in front of everyone, she allowed two girls who worked at the club to 
remove her clothing. The instant she was naked, the men in the audience 
ooohed and aahhed their enthusiasm, seeing what a fabulous body she had. 

Turning, she looked at Mike Refizzo and saw he was as naked as she, and when 
the women in the audience saw how long his dangling penis was, they 
applauded. 

She was red with embarrassment, and it made her entire naked body blush. She 
waited as Mike walked over to her, his fingers like branding irons as they 
wandered over her body. He held up her breasts for the men in the audience 
to appreciate, letting them see how firm they were by dropping them, and 
noting how the nipples remained pointed up as they bobbled up and down. By 
now, she should have been familiar with the man's calloused fingers, but she 
wasn't. He was stimulating her all over again, right out here, in front of 
all these people. She was helpless and unable to resist. 

I have to let him do this, she thought to herself, thinking of the two 
photos he had left. He had brought them with him. They were in his van, and 
he had promised to give them to her before they left the following morning. 
They were in his glove compartment. 

Mike motioned to the bed, and she lay down on it, shuddering as he moved 
with her, his tongue licking her nipples, then moving lower, across her 
firm, flat belly, and she had to admit her body was yearning for some kind 
of satisfaction. 

His mouth slowly moved higher again, then his lips parted, and he was 
sucking in as much of her breast as possible, tugging the nipple to the back 
of his throat where it tingled against his palate. He sucked gently, but he 
was making certain his mouth wandered over her entire breast, and she heard 
the heavy breathing from the audience. He chewed without biting, sucking, 
licking, almost humanly this time. 

Ann began chewing her lower lip, realizing she was being unfaithful to David 
in front of millions of witnesses this time. David was the only man she 
truly loved) and she wished she could feel shame. Some little corner of her 
mind tried whispering condemantory sounds, calling her all kinds of vile 
names. But the sound of this inner voice served to merely enhance the 
rapture she was already feeling. Her mind also remembered the unbelievable 
length and thickness of Mike Refizzo's cock, and as a result her vagina 
began tingling, and a slithery wetness began running through her inner 
channel as she felt more and more aroused. His tongue was probing her 
interior again. 

Murmurs of approval rose from the various members of the audience, and Ann 
ought to have felt embarrassed, but she didn't. She writhed, squirming 
excitedly on the lingual stake as he delved that much deeper into the 
quicksand-like center of her interior. 

A part of her still berated her, shouting at her to insist he stop this and 
no longer humiliate her in front of all these people, but her body screamed 
aloud that he should be permitted to continue what he was doing. Her mind 
filled itself with thoughts of their initial encounter, and she remembered 
how marvelous it was to have him lap her and then fuck her. In spite of all 
this taking place out in the open, on a stage of sorts, where everyone was 
able to see it, she wanted this to continue to its ultimate conclusion. 
Recollections of their joint debauchery sent pinpricks of seething lust 
shooting through her shuddering body. His sucking mouth and lapping tongue 
caused whorls of rapture to cascade through her quivering form. 

Somehow she had to rationalize her enjoyment of all this. She had to 
convince herself she was doing this merely to get back those two last photos 
back and thereby keep her newfound marital happiness. Yes, yes, that was it! 
She was doing this to keep her husband from finding out, and eventually 
divorcing her. She was so sure about it, she bit down hard on her lower lip, 
tasting the blood that oozed from the bite. Yes, the taste of her blood was 
enough to convince her she was being punished for her infidelity. 

Somehow, in some way, everything would work out. In a little while she would 
be back with her husband, and would never have to worry about this horrible 
man again. 

"Thatta way, kid," Mike smirked as he whispered into her pussy, his voice 
seemingly traveling through a hollow interior and reaching her ears as if 
from within. "This is really showing them some stuff. I knew you had it in 
you. You're terrific!" 

Yeah! She was one fabulous female, all right. She was more attractive that 
any other cunt he'd ever fucked-which helped keep the old stick solid, but 
inside she was no less a woman. If anything, she was more feminine, and her 
needs were there, even if she didn't want to admit it. She was as eager to 
be fucked as any hooker, but she had beauty that created a regality that 
made her continually more exciting than any other female he had ever known. 

As far as Mike Refizzo was concerned, adultery was not something wrong. 
Hell, no! It was a way of life! Jesus! What was the big deal? So he dipped 
his wick a little, so what? Cunts weren't sacred objects. There was no 
reason to think any broad, any broad at all, even one as sexy as this 
one-who was capable of bringing dead cocks back to life-to think she was too 
good to become a part of it all. 

So she was happily married to some other guy, so what? All he was doing was 
giving her a little variety. Hell! If he was better than her husband, then 
he was doing her a favor and letting her feel a really great stick for a 
change. If he wasn't as good as her husband, then she would obviously be 
able to appreciate the man that much more. 

Ann gasped, not knowing whether it was with shame or delight as her own 
hands wandered up and down his back, titillating his flesh as surely as she 
would have teased that of her own husband. She dragged the points of her 
blazing red fingernails up and down, thinking of them as tiny daggers, 
wishing she was able to plunge them into the man's heart from behind. 

Feeling her nails graze his spine, Mike experienced a new surge of power 
charging through his throbbing loins-as if there had never been a period of 
impotency in his life. He pushed his hardened cock against the soft fleece 
of her pelvis. Ann, unable to control herself, ran her fingers along his 
flat, hairy buttocks, then slid them around front to grab his twitching 
penis. His nostrils were quivering, dilating because he was inhaling the 
richness of her tantalizing flesh. Then his mouth was pressing against hers, 
crushing her lips, parting them as his stiffly slick tongue sank into the 
unresisting openness of her oral cave. 

Shrieking for some kind of shuddering release as tiny lances of flame seemed 
to penetrate her shuddering skin-skin flushed a soft red under the arc 
lights, her slender body jerked and shoved itself upward against him. Even 
though that hidden corner of her mind tried berating her and insisting she 
stop her insidious behavior, the memory of the overpowering orgasms he had 
brought about in her, overrode any possible pangs of conscience. She wanted 
another of those magnificent climaxes. 

Her burning, clutching fingers were tightly gripping his throbbing length of 
hard cock. This was the first time she had actually voluntarily touched it, 
and it had to be in front of hundreds of witnesses. God! She felt even more 
excited as her hand pulled on the length of flesh hose, milking the organ to 
even greater heights of lascivious arousal. The more she continued yanking 
on it, the more her conscience demanded her to stop, and the more she fought 
to ignore her conscience. The hot, loose outer skin she was pulling back and 
forth over the pulsating head of fleshy rubber, feeling more excited and 
sensuous than she had ever felt in her previous sexual encounters-even those 
with her husband. For though she loved her husband, she was fast discovering 
there was a whole world of things David had to learn when it came to sexual 
arousal. 

Also, Refizzo did have this fantastic horse-cock, and how she wished her 
husband had so monumental an organ, for as big as she had once believed 
David's organ to be, was now how small she believed it to be, though in 
reality her husband was better built than most men-something she would learn 
before the night was over when she would see more than one erection. Most 
would be plunging into other women, but she would be taking at least one 
other, herself, perhaps two, maybe more. 

"Uh ... yeahhhh ... that's good ... really good...." Mike complimented, his 
voice whispering in her shell-shaped ear, while her soft, tugging fingers 
continued manipulating that massive engine between his thighs. 

She was falling insanely in love with his cock. It was a crazy thing! She 
detested the man and adored his appendage. It made no sense whatsoever. 

His hands tantalizingly slid along the smoothness of her soft, white flesh, 
slowly centering on the bullseye between her lovely thighs. He felt the wet 
coral inner lips hidden beneath the silken forest of sparse ebony curls, and 
he was aware of her lifting her hips, anxious to feel his fingers against 
her pulsing feminine foramen. 

Ann's brain continued churning insanely, uncontrollably as she ached to feel 
his tingling fingers touch the flaccidity of her pink flesh. Without 
thinking, she spread her thighs wide apart, gasping as his groping fingers 
twined themselves in her pubic hair. God! She was becoming addicted to the 
man's touch, and this was horrible, because she thoroughly despised Mike 
Refizzo, the man. His forefinger slowly slid into her wet crevice, sliding 
up and down until it touched the budding little pearl, itself. She felt her 
clitoris throb against the ball of his finger, and she sighed. She humped 
her tight vagina against the pressure of the man's index digit, moving 
hurriedly, wanting to feel even more tingling sensations run rampantly 
through her quaking body. Yet somehow she knew he was degrading her, making 
fun of her, showing her off in front of everyone, letting them see how 
strongly the sexual animal thrived in her body. 

Abruptly she yanked her shuddering vagina away from the pressure of his 
driving fingers. She pulled away and rolled herself into a ball, insisting 
she not let him degrade her anymore. 

"The people are getting impatient," Mike snapped at her, and he slapped her 
buttocks hard, the echo resounding throughout what was now a totally silent 
nightclub. "They want to see how completely wanton you can get, honey." 

"No!" she screamed at him, trembling inwardly. "Don't!" 

"Straighten out, then!" 

"No!" 

For some reason she felt more naked at this moment, tightly curled in a ball 
than she had when spread out for him to feel. Her wickedness was starting to 
reach her. 

"Sit up!" he ordered. 

With her eyes clouded by tears, the lovely brunette sat up on the bed that 
was on stage and stared down at her naked thighs. Her fear was not what the 
man would do to her, but of the burning arousal simmering inside her. She 
was unable to control these emotions. Rather, they were controlling her, and 
Mike Refizzo was controlling them. Flaming desire filled her, surging 
through her, and sooner or later this desire would be her ruination unless 
she was able to make it work only when she was with her husband. The only 
way to do that would be to destroy this man who had built these desires to 
such a high level in her in the first place. Yes, somehow, in some way, she 
had to completely destroy Mike Refizzo. Here he was, proving to a whole 
nightclub filled with people that he was a great stud-more to ease his own 
mind, since he had only recently been impotent. Well, she'd let him prove 
his masculinity, and then she would proceed to outlast, and drain him. When 
he was weaker than she, she would find some way to get back at him. 

At the moment, Mike Refizzo didn't feel anything remotely resembling 
friendliness. He was burning with anger because she was making him look 
foolish in front of these people. Hell! He was tired of playing games with 
this cunt. She was hotter than a fucking firecracker, and here, in front of 
all these people, she had the balls to tell him to leave her alone? Shit on 
that! This fucking chick had better learn he was the damned boss, and she 
had better learn it in a hurry, or the world would see those final two 
photos he had of her sucking on Robert Lander's cock. The best thing to do 
would be to teach her a lesson in front of all these people. That would 
restore his macho image in his own eyes. Jesus! This was the last "act" on 
the agenda, so he had one helluva long time to teach this bitch her lesson. 

The man rose to his knees and was suddenly beside her on the bed. She 
pressed her elbows into the mattress beneath her and lifted herself up a 
little, noticing the solidity of his pulsating penis as it stood well away 
from his muscular, hairy body, pointing directly at her tear-stained face. 
It looked like a rigid ramrod of solid gristle as it stood out from beneath 
his bristly brush of dark-brown hair. Lord! In the spotlight that cock 
looked longer, thicker, and stiffer than ever. It was monstrous, making her 
tear-filled eyes widen with the arousal she had been trying to dampen. The 
flames in her cunt were hotter than ever, and desire became more heavy as 
the oven of her damp cunt blazed like a kiln. All this was due to the sight 
of his pulsating wand. It was this self-same cock that had almost ripped her 
apart a few days earlier before "giving her the single most explosive orgasm 
of her entire life. 

"Dear Annie," the man whispered angrily, making sure she was the only who 
heard him, "if you feel like playin' games, just remember, the longer this 
takes, the longer we're gonna be here, and the more you're gonna be on 
display." Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her midnight hair, and 
tugged. 

"Ouch!" she screamed, the men in the audience applauding as her hands 
reached for her head in a futile attempt to make him loosen his hold. 
"Don't!" she begged. "Don't!" 

"Why is it you bitches always scream 'don't' until we do," he yelled aloud, 
"and then you're always beggin' for more. I think it's time all broads came 
to an understanding with all guys. This equal rights crap is just that, 
crap. You cunts have to learn your place is around our cocks, and nowhere 
else!" 

The men roared their approval and the women who were watching hissed as Ann 
gasped, "You bastard! I'll get you!" 

Sobbing, she pulled her hair from his grasping hand and fell away from him, 
falling onto her back, exposing her wide-open cunt to his eyes, as well as 
those of the audience. She whimpered, feeling pain in her head from his 
having tugged on her hair as he came close to her, his eyes glowing like hot 
coals. Why the devil did he have to show off in front of all these people? 
It was bad enough when they were alone, but now he was completely 
insufferable. Why didn't he try to behave with a modicum of decency. Since 
he had her where he wanted her, all he had to do was ask nicely, and she 
would have done anything. 

"Now tell everyone here, who is God right now? Come on, tell 'em!" 

"You, damn it, you!" she screamed at him. 

Totally humiliated by her shameful admission, she gasped when he put her 
hand on his cock and made her rub it back and forth. 

"That's enough jerking," he said, magnanimously. "Stop!" 

She quickly obeyed. He reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and forced her to 
lie on her belly. Her breasts rubbed against the coarse sheets on the bed, 
grateful her perspiration didn't make her skin adhere to it. 

Not quite understanding what Refizzo wanted, she let her cheek rest against 
the pillow as he raised her buttocks for all the audience to see. Lying as 
she was, with her ass up in the air, she felt him mounting her from behind, 
dragging his heatedly burning phallus along the insides of her trembling 
thigh. 

She wondered what he was thinking of doing as she sensed the rubber head of 
his pulsing organ sear a fresh path of leaking juices in its wake as it 
moved higher. The wet, coral labia of her shuddering vagina involuntarily 
opened, half-expecting the pulsing knob of his hard cock to be thrust into 
them. But from the up-and-down wiping movement of his penile point, she 
sensed he wasn't ready to thrust into her just yet. 

The heated tip pushed through her anal channel, rubbing between the cheeks 
of her delectable ass. The tight, white orbs of her rounded buttocks 
quivered as she wondered just what it was this man had in mind. 

He pushed the seething head of his swollen cock through her narrow crevise, 
rubbing it up and down the full length of her tight asscrack. Then he pushed 
the tip against her anus and pushed-once, twice, a third time, seemingly 
searching for some kind of opening in the back passage-that tightest of all 
her body's openings. 

Oh God! Not that! Anything but that! 

She gasped as the hardness of his rubbery dome pressed against the 
smaller-than-dime-sized opening. It was as if his cock were a key searching 
for the keyhole of her sphincter. 

He pressed harder, and Ann began feeling a new, different kind of pain. It 
was pain she had never known before. Yet mixed with it was a new thrill, the 
thrill of discovery, and she shuddered as he pressed even harder. Sweat 
sheeted her lovely body, brought out by a combination of what was being done 
to her, the hot light playing down on her, and the aphrodisiacs mingling in 
her body. She gasped, feeling the swollen, shuddering cock push at the 
crinkled brown ring that was her asshole, trying to stretch it enough to 
open it. It pressed harder, and she involuntarily tightened up, squeezing to 
keep his cock from getting into the narrow strait of her ass. 

There was more of the new pain, and her mind was filled with confusing ideas 
as more pleasure mingled with the agony while the head of his throbbing cock 
continued teasing her rectal orifice, making her clench and unclench the 
dough-nut-like muscle in time to the way her heart was pounding maddeningly 
in her breast. The red tip of his twitching phallus felt hot, seeming to 
burn her soft flesh. She heard him grunting and puffing and then he wrapped 
his arms tightly around her knees to keep them from slipping from under her. 
When he was certain her knees would remain under her, he reached forward and 
squeezed her jiggling breasts. He all but crushed them in his pressing palms 
as he speared his cock against the narrow opening that was her sphincter. 
But no matter how hard he tried, it was obvious it wasn't going to get in, 
this way. 

Abruptly, he leaped off the bed, spun it around-it was on wheels-so that she 
faced his cock as he stood sideways, and he said loud enough for the entire 
audience to hear, "That asshole is too tight. We need to lubricate my cock 
before it'll fit inside." 

Lubrication? What did he intend doing, covering it with butter from one of 
the tables? She stared at the penis, unable to understand what he was 
talking about for the moment, but as he pressed the head of the organ toward 
her mouth, she understood only too clearly, since the audience was cheering 
him on. 

Slowly, unwillingly, Ann parted her red lips and eased her pink tongue from 
the depths of her mouth. She wetted the head with her saliva, licking it 
around and around and around. As she sucked on it, more astounded than ever 
at its breadth, she mentally noted the differences between this penis, her 
husband's and that of the young boy scout, Robert Lander. Aside from the 
differences in size and thickness, there was a difference in the flavors of 
the oils seeping from each penis, as well as a difference in the meaty 
taste. Her tongue wrapped itself around the cherry-colored head, and she 
realized more and more of the lubricity was oozing from the penile point. 
The ache between her thighs intensified, and none of this seemed real to 
her. Her lips hooded the phallus tightly, sucking harder and harder on the 
pulsing organ. 

"Aaannnnggg hhhuuunnnng!" she gasped as he rammed. 

It was too big, much too big! If he finally did manage to cram that monster 
into her behind, he would rip her interior flesh to shreds. She rotated her 
lovely buttocks in the hope of escaping, but he pushed harder and managed to 
lodge the tip inside her sphinctral opening. She felt the cock, oiled with 
her own saliva, but she was still certain it was too large and she wouldn't 
be able to take it. 

His hand slid under her and encircled her belly, the fingers reaching 
through her ebony hair to the bud of her enlarged clitoris. The instant his 
fingers touched it, she leaped back just a little, gasping as she slammed 
her buttocks against his thighs, feeling the hot, throbbing knob press a 
little deeper into the center of her anal opening. Damn him! He was going to 
do it! The roar of the people behind her was deafening as they cheered him 
on, and she knew he was going to fuck that monstrous cock of his into the 
tiny asshole she had back there. It wasn't right, damn it! It wasn't right! 
But that finger massaging her clitoris ... oooo-hh ... that felt good ... 
really good ... aahhhh ... yesss ... so good ... so good ... so good ... oh, 
no, no ... he was going deeper into her ass ... n-o-o-o-o-o! 

"Don't!" she whimperingly begged, wanting him to withdraw his cock while 
continuing to massage her cunt with his finger. 

The sensations rampantly running through her quaking, extended clitoris had 
taken total control of her, becoming the master of her body. It seemed to 
guide her physical self against the wishes of her conscious mind, seeking 
total sexual gratification but without pain. Still, if pain was the only way 
for her to achieve that gratification at the moment, then so be it. Her 
clitoris seemed to order her buttocks to stop twitching, and that was when 
her tiny, tight sphincter relaxed, just a little. She thought he would take 
instant advantage and cram it right in, but he didn't. He let his penis rest 
where it was for a moment, and as the seconds continued passing, her 
sphincter slowly but surely continued relaxing and opening a little more. 
She actually seemed to enjoy the tickling wetness leaking from the point of 
his throbbing glans. 

"Just stay relaxed," he said out loud, "don't tighten up now." 

A few more seconds passed, and then he began to slowly push inward. 

"Ggghhhaaa uurrgggghh hhhaaaaggg!" she gasped, feeling breath fill her 
chest. 

Her white, rounded orbs trembled with lustfilled sensations as they pressed 
flatly back against the hairy thighs. Electricity seemed to be shooting 
through her helpless body as her conscience once again shouted for her to 
resist. But this time she knew she dared not obey that conscience. The 
swollen stiffness of the cock, shoving forward, continued filling her 
defenseless rectum. 

It hurt! Damn it! It hurt just as her husband's cock had hurt when he had 
tried making love to her each time he had fucked her cunt for a dozen years. 
But this time Ann was determined not to allow the hurt to get the better of 
her. This time she was going to master the pain, because if this man was 
able to do it to her, then she would be able to let her husband do it to her 
as well. If it was possible to overcome pain in the vagina, then it was also 
possible to overcome pain in the rectum, no matter how narrow she was back 
there. She would respond to what he was doing, screwing her hips back 
against his groin, feeling him push that much deeper into her as it widened 
her narrow rectal passageway. 

He was so long, the head of his cock not only filled her rectum, but began 
pushing into her large intestine, as well. It sank deeper and deeper, and 
still the base of his cock wasn't rubbing against her hairy cuntlips. But 
now she wanted it. She wanted all of it! She had to be filled with every 
last swollen inch of that overlong, overthick mast of unbelievable human 
muscle. 

She twitched her quivering white asscheeks to one side, then to the other, 
trying to force the masculine probe that much deeper into the narrow rear 
channel, feeling all kinds of fiery pain, certain it would eventually 
subside if only because she was willing it to happen. She gasped and grunted 
as he pushed against her rounded, upraised buttucks, squirming in the hope 
of burying even more of him deeper inside her, despite the fact that the 
realization came to her that she had managed to take every last bit of his 
pulsing pole into her. Her conscience consistently berated her, but more 
quietly now, losing strength with each passing moment, telling her she ought 
to be ashamed for behaving in so lascivious a manner. She was surrendering 
to the wanton ripplings in her tingling body, giving in to those obscene 
impulses riddled with sex. Inwardly she was crying, for she was no longer 
merely placating Refizzo. She was doing this for herself, and so was losing 
her own true innocence. 

Despite all she had been through with her husband, her mind had been pure 
and clean and good because she had limited herself to her husband, and that, 
painful as it had been, had been right. Ever since that time with Robert 
Lander she had started sliding downhill. Granted that sucking the boy's cock 
had alleviated her of the agony that had encompassed her for twelve years, 
but at the same time she had started on the downhill slide, away from 
innocence. She was no better than any common tart-a trollop in the worst 
sense, a whore! 

Mike Refizzo felt the way her buttocks were twitching, and he knew beyond 
any shadow of a doubt he had her where he wanted her. He rested for a 
moment, leaving the full length of his thickly throbbing phallus inside her. 
The bloated head was far into her colon and his hand was still wrapped 
around her stomach, continued toying with the extension that was her 
clitoris. He tormented her, building her inner sexual desire to greater 
peaks than ever. Pressing his thighs all the more firmly against her rounded 
ass-cheeks, he began rotating his cock in the depths of her rectum and 
colon, massaging her ravaged anal tube. 

You deserve all this, her conscience snapped at her as she felt pain. Yes, 
she deserved all the anguish she was feeling and the agony she was 
undergoing, for all the wickedness to which she had succumbed she deserved 
more agony. 

Yes, she thought, split me wide open with your thrusting cock. Punish me for 
my salacious wickedness. Punish me for the sensations I'm now enjoying, but 
please let me go on enjoying them while Im being made to suffer my 
well-deserved torture. 

Slowly pushing her buttocks back, feeling more pain as the man continued 
reaming his cock into her behind, pressing the throbbing lance of white fire 
into the burning depths of her clinging rectum, she tried hard to suck his 
testicles into her, as well, thinking such bloated swells would really cause 
her pain. But the best she was able to do was feel the hairy, swollen, 
sac-encased spheres rub against the pouting lips of her leaking vaginal 
split while his massaging finger continued massaging her extended clitoris, 
enhancing her inner passions that much more. She felt her heart thumping 
loudly in her breast as she rammed her buttocks back at him again and again. 

The perverted scoutmaster was being cheered on by the viewing crowd as he 
continued wildly undulating his hips, doing his best to keep time with the 
groping pressure of her lewdly thrusting white buttocks. He managed to tug 
his cock back a little bit, then he pushed it forward as fast and as hard as 
he was able, once again ramming into her tight anal depths, sinking his hard 
pike as far into her intestine as was humanly possible. He was almost 
totally overcome by the crushing pressure of her tight ass. Jesus! This was 
some spectacular ass. Before he had lost his potency, he had fucked some 
young girls in the ass, not wanting to risk getting them pregnant, and small 
and young as they had been, neither had possessed an asshole this tight. 
Jesus! This was an ass to end all asses. He was getting the wildest, 
perverted thrill out of ramming his thrusting phallus as far into this ass 
as was humanly possible, stretching her tightly crunching rectal walls to 
their limit without actually breaking any skin. He had never had himself an 
erection this hard and this long before, and he thought that he was making 
up for lost time. Yeah, there was something about Ann Corso that had his 
cock pulsating with thrilled desire as never before. 

Believing herself deservedly skewered for allowing this man to shame her by 
bringing her to this nightclub and showing off her nakedness to all these 
people, Ann clamped her mouth tightly shut, refusing to beg or plead any 
longer. Even if she were split in half, right up the middle, she would 
endure her agony in silence, for it was her own stupid fault that she was 
here in the first place. Accepting that what she had done with Robert Lander 
was unavoidable at the time, she should have had the good sense to lock 
every door in the house so no one would be able to get in without her 
knowing about it. Even then, succumbing to this blackmail had been her own 
fault. Even if it meant losing David, she ought to have had the courage to 
refuse what this jaded scoutmaster had wanted. Yes, she deserved this 
punishment. 

Punishment? If this was punishment, what had happened to all that pain she 
had been feeling? That well-deserved agony that had been tearing through her 
backside was now gone, but the thick cock was still buried in the deep slot 
between her two quivering white orbs, nestling as far into her rear passage 
as it was possible for the penis to fit. But all the torment, all the 
tearing, all the horror was suddenly gone, replaced by an overwhelming, 
heated, lustful sensation-a sensation she had felt in her vagina when 
Refizzo had fucked her there. Was it possible for a woman to feel the same 
kind of thrills in her rectum that she felt in her vagina? Desire continued 
rippling maddeningly through the shameless interior of her now well-oiled 
rectum, oiled by the leaking lubrication oozing from his penis. The 
shameless interior of her well-stuffed rectum quivered with delight as the 
thick penis within rummaged in and out. The salacious desire was mounting 
more and more rapidly, joining the blazing fire being built by his finger as 
it continued rubbing her clitoris. 

She was more than happy to obey his unworded command as his free hand tugged 
her knees out from beneath her, forcing her to fall down flat on her belly 
on the bed, her legs still spread wide, giving the audience a clear view of 
the way Mike's cock continued pumping into her rectal opening. She was no 
longer kneeling like some kind of bitch in heat. Even if he was fucking her 
in the ass in front of so many people, there was some modicum of dignity, 
and she lost the feeling that she was some mindless animal. The roughness of 
the sheets beneath her, added to the wonderful savage force of his powering 
cock both swallowed up her quivering body with sensations at the same time, 
causing her salaciously aroused nerve-endings to tingle with blast after 
blast of lascivious delight. Because of the way she flatly lay on the 
,mattress, she was no longer able to thrust her asscheeks back, while he 
rammed his staff ever deeper, sinking it to the limit inside her clutching 
asshole. His hard, hairy pelvis rubbed against the wonderful moons of Ann's 
ass, and his weight crushed her firm, wobbling breasts all the more solidly 
into the mattress, flattening them for a brief moment. 

Each time he tugged back a little, her rounded asscheeks would spring back 
to their original shape, then they seemed to felate when he powered the 
massively throbbing dong deep into the narrowness of her less than dime-size 
anal opening. All pain had completely vanished, replaced by a mad, 
insatiable flaming desire, but her dazed conscience was crying, sobbing 
because she was no longer being punished. She was overwhelmed with an 
inundation of self-degradation because she was surrendering her body to the 
lowest form of sexual slavery, and it was being witnessed by a whole crowd 
of people. Her conscience ached to have her pay for it, but the simple truth 
was, she knew none of the people in the audience, and they would never see 
her again after tonight. Her mouth opened as she gasped and sighed, but no 
one heard her because she was facing away from the audience, an audience 
that stared at the moving phallus continually powering into her shuddering 
body. She wanted more, more, much more. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she continually gasped as he kept on nailing the thick 
length of his wicked cock into the narrowness of her anal passageway. "Shove 
it in!" she cried out. "Deeper! Make me feel it! Deeper! Doit!" 

Her pleading words seemed to pound into his lust-maddened brain, and he 
began stroking more and more frantically, ramming his cock into her asshole 
with more and more powerful strokes. Her anal chamber gripped his phallus 
and squeezed it, all but crushing it, making it vibrate with thrills, He 
grunted each time her sphincter surrounded the base of his cock, squeezing 
in an attempt to vacuum his balls inside, as well. All the while his hand 
remained locked beneath her, the finger continuing to massage the throbbing 
nubbin of her inflamed and shuddering clitoris. 

Ann realized the time had come for her to stop feeling sorry for herself. 
There was nothing she was able to do as far as fighting this man off. In 
fact, she didn't really want to fight him off. She loved frenzied fucking, 
thrilling to the feel of a cock, whether in her cunt, her mouth or in her 
ass. She had become a total wanton slave to the demands of her screaming 
body. She was totally naked, wonderfully naked, and the people in front of 
whom she was on display thought she was good-looking enough so that they had 
applauded when Reffizo had shown her nakedness to them. Suddenly she felt 
uninhibited. She was a person alone, unable to expect help from anyone and 
all she would be able to salvage from this was the feeling she was getting 
as the hard cock continued ravaging her helples rectum. 

Refizzo felt his throbbing penis moving very easily through her narrow 
elastic interior anal tunnel. He had really opened up this tight orifice, at 
least for the moment, but he had no doubt it would shrink right back to its 
former size once his cock was withdrawn. That was what had happened with the 
two young chicks he had ass-fucked. It was his own oozing fluids that helped 
his stiff cock ease its way back and forth in her shuddering tunnel. 

Totally out of control with the maddening urges shooting through her, the 
lady's slender pillarly thighs tightened, and her calves jerked up 
vertically on either side of the fucking scoutmaster, her heels kicking 
back, urging him to fuck her all the more deeply. Her thighs twitched and 
trembled, loosening her ravaged asshole even more permitting the depraved 
and sodomizing Refizzo to slam another crushing, walloping blow against the 
wonderfully shuddering balloons of her helpless rear, driving every last 
inch of thrusting penis all the way into the ravaged depths of her colon. 

She sighed, feeling the thrilling pressure shooting through her obscenely 
aroused loins, gasping out loud, groaning her delight. It felt so wonderful 
she hoped he would never stop. 

Feeling marvelously helpless, aroused by the continual thrust of his 
pummeling penis into her defenseless rectum, Ann told her conscience that 
even without the pain, she was receiving some kind of just punishment. What 
in the world was more degrading than to be used this way by a man she hated 
and in front of witnesses? She lay flat on her belly, her white, perspiring 
asscheeks trying to hump all the higher into the air while he continued 
slamming his massively aching phallic prong into her seething rear channel 
with the crazed power of a Great Dane in heat. 

Back! she snapped her buttocks as she moved! Back! 

Back! Side to side! Fuck that cock faster! Faster! Harder! 

Her commands were to her frenzied hips as she continued writhing like a 
trapped snake on the bed to the cheering yells of the audience, and it all 
aroused the fucking scoutmaster that much more. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed, her cry drowned out by the roar of the people 
watching as they yelled encouragement to the man fucking her ass. "Fuck me 
hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me like the bitch I am! Fuck me as I deserve to be 
fucked!" 

Pressure was building in two places at once-in the clitoris that his finger 
was massaging with such violence, and in her rectum as his cock continued 
pounding in and out of the back channel. There was going to be two orgasms 
in her body, and they would strike at the same time, melting into a single 
climax, so that she was certain her body would explode with sensation. Yes, 
she was going to come in her ass-something she would have never believed 
possible until just now. It was building higher and higher, and she was 
wriggling totally out of control, feeling the sensation coming ... coming 
... coming ... NOW! 

"EEEYYYYAAAII AAHHGGG HHHAA OOHH-HHNN WWWWAAAAHH AHHHG IIIIEEE RR-RHHHGGG 
UUMMMMMM UUMMM NNNGGHH GGOODDD NNUUNNN KKAAAHHGG!" she shrieked, bellowing 
so loud she was heard above the cheering throng as the pressure within her, 
the swelling balloon of uncontrollable rapture enlarged within her and burst 
its ultimate release through her tensed and aching vaginal muscles, while 
sizzling arcs of stormy lightning blasted through her rectal nerve endings 
at the same moment. 

The sensations within her were exploded hydrogen bombs of wanton gasping, 
and her crime, as well as the punishment she deserved for having initially 
committed such an evil was completely blotted out as she spasmd repeatedly 
over and over, jerking, twitching, shuddering, flailing about on the bed, 
throwing her arms this way and that as her legs helplessly jerked out. White 
electricity slashed through her aching body, tearing at her tender brain. 
Her convulsing torso snapped again and again like a bullwhip, and soon the 
crowd roared with each convulsion as the brutal climax crashed through her 
to the very core, flooding all of her at once with its overpowering 
marvelousness. 

The hot juices in her empty vagina began flowing heavily out of her, running 
over her labia, against her thighs, and onto the bedsheets below, dripping 
all over the fingers he was constantly pressing into her clitoris. The flow 
kept on pouring out, greasing his hand right to the wrist. 

Mike Refizzo felt the smooth, oily burning fluid pour from her twitching, 
snapping vaginal lips, and he realized that she had enjoyed some kind of 
climax-something that hadn't happened with the two young girls he had 
assfucked. Good! It'd make things that much easier, because whether Ann 
realized it or not, he wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. Hell, no! 
They had a whole late night of fucking ahead of them-them in this case 
referring to Ann, Refizzo, and others who would be joining in for the next 
round. Hell! His performing here tonight was his free passport into this 
club for a whole year after this, where he would be able to watch and 
participate when other men brought various women. Some men brought their 
wives, but Mike Refizzo had the good sense to bring a woman he didn't really 
care about. 

Then he stopped thinking as he unleashed his own flood into the narrow trap 
of her ass, filling her colon with semen. He thrust his cock in and out the 
entire time. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Refizzo rolled off of Ann, and she thought to herself that the ordeal was 
over. A tall balding man jumped on the stage, clasping his hands over his 
head, letting everyone know he was going to be next. Ann, seeing him, ought 
to have been horrified, but she was a slave to her passion-wracked body, and 
as the man undressed on the stage, displaying an erection that wasn't quite 
as large as her husband's, but still large enough, she knew she wanted it. 
He walked over to where she had risen to her knees on the bed, his cock 
pointing at her face, and Ann, without thinking pressed the phallic stem 
against her cheek, her fingers running up and down his hairy thighs, 
caressing his balls. Ann had become totally wanton at this point. It would 
be a night she would never forget, for she would be fucking like crazy, and 
it would stay in her memory for a lifetime, because it would be her last 
night of infidelity. Nothing mattered to her at the moment save to enjoy 
this new throbbing cock as the aphrodisiacs she had ingested burned full 
force inside her. Squeezing the rigidly pulsing spear, she kissed it with 
her lips and washed the throbbing tip with her tongue. 

The hard cock was fiery and twitching, alive with need. It ached to be 
burried somewhere inside her. The swollen head of the cock eased between her 
parted lips, brushing the sharp tips of her white teeth. Ann wondered if all 
the man wanted was for her to wet his cock so he would shove it in some 
other part of her body as Refizzo had done. The pulsing of her own vagina 
made her feel the shuddering urgency in the throbbing cock, and she knew she 
wanted to suck it. Little by little the penile penetrator sank ever deeper 
into her mouth, filling it to capacity, for it was both long and thick 
enough to do so. Her saliva coated the penis trying to cool it off, but she 
only succeeded in inflaming him that much more. She sucked the rigid 
hardness again and again, listening to the balding man gasp as she sucked. 

His hands pressed down on her lovely head as he slid onto the bed beside 
her, their profiles in full view to the audience. He was trying to jam the 
entire phallic muscle into her gullet. Ann knew this cock was both thinner 
and shorter than her husband's, yet she had no desire to feel this man 
attempt to strangle her with it, so she grasped the base with curling 
fingers and eased her head back a little. Then she began sucking and licking 
the inflamed head, bobbing her own head up and down that much faster. 

Her lips tightly gripped the pinkish-red head, sucking the dripping 
colorless juices with the heat of her wet mouth. Her tongue licked against 
the underside of the phallus, enlarging the turgid flames in the shuddering 
man. Ann felt herself capable of sucking for hours. 

Now she became determined to suck the entire length into her mouth. Her 
hands reached beneath him and gripped his buttocks, digging her nails into 
his asscheeks. Abruptly, she felt the mighty pole thrust itself upward, the 
head pushing into her gullet, and her cunt screamed for satisfaction. But 
satisfaction was denied her this time as the man bellowed, "HHAARRGGHH 
AANNEEEHH NNNNUUU GG-HHAAAA RRRRIIHH!" and fired a huge wad of white semen 
down her throat. She swallowed thirstily, trying to drink more, but she 
emptied him all too soon. 

The furnace between her thighs became so hot, all else was blotted from her 
mind. Her eyes squeezed shut and she began rubbing fingers against her 
vagina. She was insane with the need for more satisfaction. 

"Next!" the bald-headed man shouted, and Ann first realized what she was in 
for, but her excited body craved it. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Another strange man, this one with shaggy black hair, was on the stage. He 
was also naked, and his cock, hard and pulsing, was slightly smaller than 
that of the balding man. He wasted no time, shoving her so that she fell on 
her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed, facing away from 
the audience. That was when she realized there were large mirrors behind the 
stage, and though she was unable to see the audience, she was able to see 
what was happening to her, though looking at it with her head hanging 
upside-down. She was being pulled toward the black-haired man, her calves 
splayed out widely on either side of him, her thighs over his shoulders as 
he tugged her crotch closer and closer to his face. 

"Ooooohhhhh!" she gasped, as the man sank fangs into her cunt, his oral 
digit leaping out and licking into the pink pandiculation, slurping her 
burning wetness, feeling her vaginal lips swell more and more. It was all so 
fabulous! Never before had she felt anything this delightful, though she was 
unable to figure out why since her cunt had been eaten before. She had no 
idea the aphrodisiacs were enhancing what she was feeling. 

Her hands gripped the man's black hair, anxious to pull his entire face into 
her gaping womanly opening. He responded by pressing his face deeper into 
her shuddering cuntal slash, feeling her fleecy vaginal hairs brush his 
cheeks and forehead. His tongue licked up and down, searching, seeking, 
lapping through her simmering vaginal cave, reaching upward for her 
clitoris. 

"Ghhhuuunnn hhhaaann ggghhhaaaa!" she yelped, feeling more small erupting 
Shockwaves of delight as his tongue locked at the ultra-sensitive bead of 
flesh. The tormented bud throbbed insanely, fully erect and more sensitive 
than ever before. A minor climax rumbled through her and she ought to have 
felt some small relief, but she didn't. She had to come again, bigger, 
better, more. She had to have a series of orgasms, topped with an ultimate 
culmination. She was aware of his smooth mouth kissing her belly, moving up 
to her breasts, and then she sensed the rapant solidity of his pulsing cock 
along her inner thighs reaching for her aching cuntlips. 

The man above her was sexually certain of himself. He guided his pulsing 
cock into position, letting it slide back through the wet crack once to 
tease her, then he crammed the head down and pushed, guiding it to the 
entrance of her starving cunt. Slowly, carefully, he shoved his phallic wand 
forward, the pulsing head moving through the rich, pink inner lips, parting 
her crevice. Then it was moving into her tight vaginal passageway, filling 
her body. Her inner vaginal muscles tightly crushed the length of it as it 
slid in, creating that much greater resistance. 

Ann wrapped her arms around this man and tugged her cunt upward, trying to 
swallow up more of his hard cock. The penis was all the way in now, then 
running out. In, then out, in, then out. Each stroke fired her sucking 
feminine swamp up that much more. She rammed her open, upraised twat against 
his groin, clenching her trap-like inner muscles around the inflamed 
steampole as it repeatedly sank into the burning depths of her quivering 
tightness. Her cunt actually sucked his cock into her flaming inner inferno, 
giving the man no respite, forcing him to continue pounding into her. The 
audience went wild. 

His finger reached down and began titillating the asshole Refizzo had 
recently fucked. In, then out, in and out, as the finger dug into her 
rectum, sliding in easily because of the sperm still in there. 

Her thighs clamped themselves tightly around his body and with a firm grip 
on him, she spun to her left. The two almost fell off the head of the bed. 
He had to straighten out his legs to keep himself from falling. He leaped to 
his feet with Ann still impaled on him as her thighs wound themselves 
tightly around his waist. 

"Shit! This is too good not to join in!" another male voice shouted, and a 
man leaped from the audience ripping off his clothes as he came on stage. 
His hair was silver, and he had an oblong face with a long nose. The man 
walked over to where the other man was standing with Ann glued to his cock, 
her ass sticking out behind her. 

"On the bed," the silver haired man insisted. 

The black-haired man staggered over to the bed and fell onto his back with 
Ann on top of him, humping away insanely. She realized what the silver 
haired man wanted, but she was so far gone with the need for orgasm, she 
ignored him as he kneeled behind her and pressed his cock against her oozing 
asshole. 

The penis rammed into her with a wicked kind of fury as he pressed what was 
a fairly thick cock into her sphincter, stretching it again. Had it not been 
for the cock in her cunt, narrowing her anal tube, she would have been able 
to handle the cock in her ass with no trouble at all. The white haired man 
continued forcing his pulsing phallus into her rear as she remained with her 
cunt speared by the black haired man's cock. The pressure in her rear was 
excruciating. 

"Uuunnnnnnggghh! Aaahheeeiii! she gasped, as the black haired man's head 
thumped insanely on the mattress beneath him. 

Her arms and legs were no longer wrapped about the man beneath her, but were 
flailing helplessly around as more and more of the thick protuberance in her 
rear pushed into her. She writhed pathetically, feeling the heavy penis move 
strongly back and forth in her rear tunnel, widening her rectal interior 
even more. 

It was the continual roar of the watching audience that made Ann forget the 
pain she was feeling. Torrents pleasurable filled both her vagina and 
asshole-torrent of hard flesh. She gasped with unbelieving delight as she 
rammed her body down against the cock of the black haired man, feeling him 
fill her anguished tunnel with his stroking organ. Then she lifted her ass 
and slammed against the white haired man, while yet a third cock came from 
seemingly nowhere and pushed itself into her mouth, making her suck. 

She sucked the cock in her mouth with strong pulls of her jaws, and the cock 
was spurting, and she was swallowing, and even before the penis had a chance 
to shrink, another cock was taking its place, a thinner, longer cock that 
crammed itself all the way down her gullet, making her suck even harder. She 
wildly abandoned herself to everything she was feeling, fucking and sucking 
out of control, giving herself over totally to the enchantment filling her 
body. The cock in her ass was spurting semen into her large intestine, and 
it was mingling with the sperm that Refizzo had left there before. Then the 
deflated organ was pulling out, but another, thicker cock was ramming itself 
into her ass. She ignored the initial pain as the pleasure filled her with 
unbelievable rapidity. Pleasure continued tingling through her, causing her 
white flesh to vibrantly turn pink. This was going to be the most singularly 
wonderful experience she had ever enjoyed. There had been good feelings 
before, but they were nothing compared to the intensity of the rising 
sensations in her body at the moment. 

Ann knew she would never be the same person again. All the final repressions 
and fears, all the terrors were being washed away, and with it, the last of 
the pain was being removed, as well. Strange that it should take a truly 
detestable individual like Mike Refizzo to bring her to this new height of 
awareness. Yet she also felt a desire for revenge, because the man had gone 
about all this in such a primitive way. 

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she realized she was about to ride 
the crest of a monumental tidal wave of orgasm. She felt it building in the 
depths of her shuddering body as her mouth sucked and her ass clenched and 
her cunt tightened. Having experienced an anal orgasm a few minutes earlier, 
she was only too aware of how strong one might be. But it was mingling with 
the building orgasm in her cunt, and what was more, she also felt a mounting 
climax building in her throat. Her entire body was on the verge of an 
overpowering climax the like of which was going to be unbelievable. 
Electrifying sensations blasted through her rectum, her cunt, her gullet, 
and all three sensations came to a sizzling juncture in the middle of her 
body. She was aware of three cocks swelling and bloating-one in her vagina, 
one in her rear tunnel, and one on which she was anxiously sucking. 

"Can't hold back any longer...." the black haired man beneath her gasped. 

"Neither can I," said an unknown voice behind her, coming from a phantom 
body attached to the cock filling her ass. 

"Here we go!" A voice in front of her said, making her aware the cock in her 
mouth had swelled to almost double its thickness. 

AAAIIIEEE YYYAAAHHH OOOUUUWWW AA-AAHHHHNN GGAAWWDDD OOHH NNOOOO-UUII GGAAHH 
NNIIEE MMMMM AHHH AAAH-HH NNGGHH SSSHHHIIIEE AAHHHH!" 

She felt the thick penis in her rectum starting to wildly spew heavy 
contents from the man's body into her depths, the fluid mingling with the 
fluids of two other cocks as a body kept slamming into her buttocks again 
and again, making her rubbery cheeks bounce wildly. The malebone kept 
burying itself into her anal depths without pause. 

FUCK BACK! GODDAMN IT! FUCK BACK!" the man was yelling. 

Now it was time for the cock in her mouth. Her own body was so close to 
peaking, her muscles were clenching so hard it was impossible for the blood 
to retreat from either of the cocks in her lower body, and her lips sucked 
and pulled all the more strongly on the one in her mouth, until the man 
threw his head back and yelled, "OOOHHH ... UUUNNNHHH YYYE-EEAAAHHH 
GGGRRRRHHH UUUNNNNGGG HHHAAAAJJJEEEE OOOHHHHH NNNGGGRRR RRRGGHHHAAA!" and 
fired a huge wad of sperm into her throat. 

She swallowed voraciously, the fluid falling into her belly as the head of 
his cock rubbed against those nerve-endings in her gullet a final time, and 
now all three orgasms in her body were set off in tandem. Her entire body 
was shuddering as never before. She was coming, no longer poised, but 
actually in flight as the wildest sensation of all time built in the depths 
of her quaking body. 

"EEEEYYYAAA IIIEEEYY GGHHHAAADDD OOGHHHHUU NNGGGHHH UUUHHH UUNNGG YYIIEEKKK 
RRRHHHGGGHH UUUMMMM! she screamed tugging her mouth off the cock, letting 
sperm spew from her throat all over the man in front of her and the one 
below her as she all but erupted like volcano, shrieking mindlessly, her 
naked body vibrating and rocketing back and forth between the two cocks 
still in her lower holes. Tremors of unbelievably intense passion took total 
possession of her, her belly opening up and welcoming the puddles of sperm, 
tautening and rippling as she gasped and sucked air into her lungs. Her 
wantonly tensed body reached for more pleasure and seemed to find it each 
time she reached out. 

"More!" she pleaded, "I need more!" 

"The lady wants more," she heard the M.C. say to the crowd. "Come on men, 
step up, choose your hole, and fuck the lady senseless." 

Other men replaced the ones who were leaving, and other cocks filled her 
cunt, her asshole and her mouth, and she was ramming back and forth as she 
sucked until oblivion claimed her. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

She was back in the scout camp clearing now. Awake, she stared at the roof 
of the tent. Her body felt filled with fluid, and she had to empty it. A 
makeshift latrine for the women had been made in the woods, so she went and 
used it. 

On her way back, she encountered Mike Refizzo, half-dead from the looks of 
him, knocked out by all the drinking and fucking, but he had those last two 
pictures, and he handed them to her, mumbling something about her having 
really earned them. 

His eyes were all but closed, and he wasn't watching where he was going. 
Instead of continuing into the woods, he turned and headed off to the right, 
toward the top of the fenced-in bluff. Ann didn't realize at first that he 
was unable to see where he was going. As he kept on walking, it dawned on 
her that something wasn't right, and her sleepy mind woke up enough to 
realize he might be in danger. Her hand crushed the photos he had given her, 
and she tore at them as she ran after Refizzo, trying to catch up to him. 
But she was exhausted, and she stumbled over a root, falling on her face. 
Looking up, she saw the scoutmaster reach the fence. It stopped him, but 
only for a moment. He didn't stop to think why the fence was there. It was a 
barrier, and he needed to get over the barrier, so he climbed it, and 
suddenly stepped off into space. He was so tired, he didn't make a sound on 
the way down. 

Ann was the one who screamed. Her scream woke up the assistant scoutmasters 
and the scouts, all of whom came running over to her. She pointed to the top 
of the bluff, and some boys went running up there against the orders of the 
assistant scoutmasters. It was daylight, and Mike Refizzo's body was very 
clearly visible, below. 

When the police arrived, Ann told them what had happened, and a few days 
later, after a quick inquest, it was decided that Mike Refizzo met death due 
to accidental causes. 

Robert Lander never did come around to see Ann again. She often wondered 
why, but she was smart enough not to try and find out why. Later, she would 
learn he had taken up with four girls closer to his own age. 

Because of her experience at the hidden nightclub, Ann became a true artist 
when it came to cocksucking and allowing her husband to sodomize her. David 
never did know what came over his wife, but he loved every bit of it. Though 
his cock wasn't as thick as that of the dead scoutmaster, Ann learned to 
rapidly compensate for it by strengthening her vaginal muscles and her anal 
muscles, as well as her tightly pulling jaws. She was able to make her 
interior so tight, a pin would have had difficulty finding its way into her 
had she wished. As a result, she and her husband enjoyed one another more 
thoroughly than other, far more sexually experienced couples, because the 
adeptness Ann had learned stayed with her forever. 

David was too smart to question his good luck. Ann had changed, completely 
for the better as far as he was concerned, and he wasn't going to ask why. 
All he knew was, he had the best woman in the entire state of Maine, and he 
intended enjoying her. 


THE END
