Prisoner At Home
by Julie Davidson


INTRODUCTION 

It is one of the tragedies of our time that the centuries-old institution of 
marriage, of monogamous union between man and woman is slowly but surely 
crumbling. 

Under the hectic pressures of modern life, the need to put more and more of 
oneself into one's work just in order to stay afloat, the need of 
individuals to assert themselves, to fulfill their "potential," the 
traditional marriage relationship often buckles. Husbands spend too much 
time away from their wives, wives spend too much time away from their 
husbands. The real purpose of marriage, the providing of human companionship 
and warmth becomes lost. Men and women who should be sharing their lives 
find themselves cut off, at odds with their partners! Without constant 
physical and emotional contact, they lose touch with each other on all 
levels; they forget who their partners are, what they need. 

Unfortunately, men have a much easier time of this separation than women. 
Men can always find another female at the office or plant to get involved 
with. Women, especially the wives of upper echelon executives, who don't 
have to work, have no access to this ready outlet. Their story is truly 
tragic. Many of these women are prisoners of their social position, just 
reaching their sexual peak, craving the constant male attention they feel 
they deserve, forced to sit idly by while their husbands openly chase their 
secretaries and accountants. 

So, instead of having an adulterous affair with a person of their own 
socio-economic level, these women are many times forced by circumstance to 
give themselves to working men, to laborers, tradesmen. The results of these 
brief, tumultuous affairs can be disastrous, for the desperation that drives 
these wives too frequently clouds their good judgment and puts them in the 
hands of men they would never normally think of taking into their beds. 

This novel attempts to take you into the secret life of one such young 
woman, to help you understand the causes, the effects of the hunger that 
drives her, so that clearer understanding of her plight, of all our plights 
might be gained. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

The closing credits of the last soap opera of the afternoon were flickering 
across the screen of the color TV when Connie James pushed up from her 
armchair and turned the set off. After the "Sands of Time," there was 
nothing on but game shows and Connie couldn't stand game shows. She really 
couldn't stand the soaps, either, but there was nothing else for her to do 
after lunch these days. 

The pretty young redhead sighed. She didn't want to read. She didn't want to 
work on her crocheting or needlework. She didn't want to stick around in the 
damned house any more, but she had no choice. As her husband, Bill, said 
whenever she began to complain about her plight, the addition of the deck 
and guest room onto their home was all her idea, so she was expected to take 
care of things. With the TV off, she could hear the drone of the saws, the 
staccato hammering noises the construction men were making downstairs. It 
had been her idea, all right, but she never dreamed that a deck and a guest 
room would make her a veritable prisoner in her own home! 

The reason she was a prisoner was because Bill refused to allow her to go 
out while the construction workers were in the house, fearing that they 
might make off with some of his little treasures. Bill collected antique 
firearms and edged weapons. That the collection was insured to the hilt 
didn't phase her husband. To him, many of the objects were irreplaceable. 

If Bill hadn't been so cold to her lately, maybe Connie would have been able 
to handle the enforced solitude. Whenever Bill was around any more, which 
wasn't often, he really wasn't there. He was off in some private world of 
his own, thinking about his business or his collection, or God knows what. 
What hurt the most was that he hadn't so much as touched her for two months. 

Connie didn't miss the bitter irony of her situation. In the early days of 
her marriage, she had actually prayed for such a thing. That was when she 
was new to 

Bill, new to sex. She'd been a virgin up until the first night of their 
honeymoon and for years after that, she dreaded his hand creeping across the 
bed at night, dreaded the hot, hard pulsing of his erect penis against her 
bottom, the huge, thick instrument that only caused her pain. 

In recent months, however, a change had come over her. The awful pain was no 
longer so distracting; she began to actually take pleasure from their 
lovemaking for the first time. She couldn't explain it, herself. It was 
either a function of the eventual stretching of her vagina by his big cock, 
or it was a function of her age, of the ripening of her womanly needs as she 
approached. 

Either way, it was both painful and puzzling that just as she started to 
respond to him, to move with him, instead of just laying under him like a 
warm corpse, Bill totally turned off to her. It brought to light a fear of 
hers that she had only been dimly aware of, that if she became active in 
their fucking, writhing, moaning, and the like, it would only repulse him. 
What she was afraid of showing was her "real" self. 

Connie wasn't hungry, but she decided to go downstairs to make herself a cup 
of tea. That way, she could check up on the workmen without being too 
obvious. As she walked down the stairs, the din of the machinery became 
louder. The whine of the table saw was earsplitting. It was always a shock 
to her when she rounded the corner of the downstairs hallway and looked into 
her living room, or what was left of it. 

Because the rear deck was to run the full length of the house, because she 
wanted sliding glass doors leading to it from both the living room and the 
kitchen, huge portions of the back wall had been ripped out. It looked like 
someone had gone at it with a bulldozer, leaving jagged, splintered ends of 
the lathing sticking out of the shattered plaster. All of the furniture was 
covered, of course, and the rug was protected from the debris by sheet 
plastic, but every time she looked in on the ruin, she got a little catch in 
her throat. There was another reason for that catch, too. 

"How-dy, ma'am!" shouted a man wearing white carpenter's bib-front overalls 
and no shirt. He had a powerful physique and a sexy, tawny suntan. His curly 
blonde hair was flecked with bits of plaster and wood chips, as was the 
darker, brownish hair on his chest and arms. 

He was the other reason for Connie James' catch. His name was Luke Gruber. 
Along with his two brothers, Tom and Rod, he owned and operated the Gruber 
Brothers Construction company, which had been contracted to do the room 
addition and the deck. To Connie's way of thinking, Luke Gruber was almost 
too good looking to be a man. With those pale blue eyes, that classic 
profile, that sensuous, slightly sneering mouth of his, he looked more like 
some ancient Roman god. Connie did not like to think about Luke, thinking 
about him made her feel strange, kind of weak in the knees. It was a feeling 
that she'd never had around husband Bill. 

"Hello," she said, softly, her words totally drowned out by the whine of the 
machinery. 

Luke turned away from her and shouted at the man behind the table saw, 
waving his arms for the machine to be shut down. The man at the saw was 
Luke's brother, Tom. Tom was much bigger than Luke, a hulking brute of a 
man. His features were much heavier, coarser than Luke's and his hair was 
frizzy and receding at the temples. He, too, was wearing white carpenter's 
overalls, but he had a skin-tight, muscle T-shirt on under them. He scowled 
at Luke, but dutifully shut off the saw. 

"Sorry, Mrs. James," Luke said, turning back to her. "I couldn't hear a word 
you were saying." 

When he smiled at her like that, Connie's insides went to jelly. She opened 
her mouth to speak, but no words come out. She felt her face starting to 
blush and she knew that Tom was staring at her and she didn't want to blush 
in front of him, to show him what Luke could do to her with just a look. 

"I want to know how much longer you're going to be at it today," she said, 
channeling her anger at herself into anger at the workmen. "I've got a bad 
headache and the noise is making it worse." 

Tom and Luke exchanged looks. Connie felt like a fool, a total idiot. He 
always made her feel like that, always made her do something stupid, made 
her say something she obviously didn't mean, made her appear spoiled, 
whining and bitchy. 

"Gee, Mrs. James, we've got ourselves a full day's work ahead of us," Luke 
said. "If you want us to finish on schedule, we've got to keep at it. Maybe 
you could take an aspirin and go out or something?" 

A short, wiry man in carpenter's whites and a striped T-shirt stuck his head 
through the hole in the wall. "Hey, what's the hold up?" he asked. "Did the 
frigging saw break down again?" The short man was the last of the Gruber 
brothers, Rod. He was also the oldest. He wore a baseball style cap to cover 
his baldness. Across the crown of the cap was an embroidered patch bearing 
the trademark of Harley Davidson motorcycles. Rod was thin to the point of 
gauntness and he lacked the strong, jutting chin that his brothers had. 

Luke winced at the profanity and made a gesture with his head to indicate to 
Rod that the lady of the house was present. Rod looked at her, his eyes 
traveling casually down from her face, down over the firm, jutting mounds of 
her breasts under the tight-fitting, lavender tube top, down over the band 
of smooth bare skin that separated the bottom of the tube top from the top 
of her loose fitting, purple satin gym shorts. 

"Sorry, ma'am," he said, looking hungrily at her long, slim legs. 

It amazed Connie how lucky Luke had been. Not only had he gotten all the 
good looks in the Gruber family, but he'd gotten all the class, too. Rod was 
weak, creepy, and the way he was eating up her legs made her skin crawl. Tom 
was creepy, too, but in a different way. Where she could visualize Rod 
blackmailing a woman into submitting to him, weaseling his way between her 
legs, Tom was the kind of man who would use his brute strength to force a 
girl to give in, the kind who would enjoy a nice, violent rape. 

"I don't know what else to say, Mrs. James," Luke told her, apologetically. 
"We can't work without using the saw. It just isn't possible." 

Suddenly, Connie couldn't take their staring at her any more. "Never mind. 
Do what you have to," she snapped. She turned on her heel and walked into 
the kitchen, fuming at herself for caring what the workmen thought of her, 
what Luke thought of her. 

As she reached out to turn on the water faucet, to run water into her 
teapot, she heard a burst of raucous male laughter from the living room. The 
saw hadn't started up, yet. There was nothing to hide the brash noise. She 
couldn't exactly make out the words they were using, but there was something 
in the tone of their merriment that cut her to the core, that told her she 
was the subject of their joke. Infuriated, she slammed down the teapot and 
started back to the living room door. As she drew closer to the room with 
the laughing men in it, her resolve to do something, to stop them, faltered. 
She tiptoed the last ten feet to the door and leaned her back against the 
wall. She could hear, then, hear it all far too well. 

"Man, what I'd give for a piece of that tight little ass!" Rod said, 
smacking his lips lewdly. 

"I bet she'd go wild, too," said Tom. "What do you think, Luke?" 

"Yeah, she looks like the type," Luke said. 

Connie's face flushed with embarrassment and shame. It wasn't true! It 
wasn't fair! She wanted to round the corner, to yell at them to stop talking 
about her like that, to tell them that they were wrong about her, about her 
"type," but she remained there, pinned to the wall by her own, nagging self 
doubts, by the fear that they were right. 

"It's take the right kind of man to bring her around, though," Luke added 
with authority. 

"like you, I suppose?" Rod said, a nasty edge to his voice. 

"You said it, brother, not me," Luke answered. 

Connie's head reeled. The handsome carpenter knew he had power over her, 
knew what she had up to this point tried to keep from herself . . . that she 
did want him, that she did want to have sex with him, that she wanted to 
moan and writhe and scratch under him like a cat in heat, like she had never 
done for Bill. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest that it 
frightened her. 

"Suppose you did, Luke," Tom said eagerly. "Suppose you brought her around. 
Would you share the wealth?" 

Luke laughed. 

"Come on, man," Rod said. "Answer him. If you got the little lady going, 
would you let him and me fuck her after you were done?" 

Connie pressed herself even harder against the wall, her eyes shut tight, 
her head shaking back and forth, back and forth. "No, no, no, no," she 
moaned softly, prayerfully. 

"Hey! What are brothers for?" Luke answered. 

The coarse, braying laughter that followed his response was painful for 
Connie to hear, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation and 
indignation she felt at learning that her fantasy dreamboat had no more real 
class than his creepy brothers, that if she gave herself to him, as she had 
been almost considering, he would use her like a toy, a bit of fluff, then 
pass her off to his brutal, animalish brothers. 

Then the table saw started up again, cutting off the sounds of the men in 
the living room with its piercing whine. Connie pushed away from the wall 
and bolted up the stairs, her tea long forgotten. She ran into her bedroom 
and slammed the door behind her, locking it, then throwing herself down on 
her bed. 

For two months, her fantasy of Luke as the ideal lover had been all that 
kept her going. It was all she had to look forward to. She refused to let it 
go, to admit that she'd been wrong about him, about the kind of man he was. 
She told herself, through her tears, that what he'd said he hadn't really 
meant, that it was the kind of thing that men said to each other when they 
were trying to make an impression, to build up their own egos. If she and 
Luke were really alone, really intimate, she told herself that everything 
would be different, that he wouldn't even think about giving her away, that 
he'd want to keep her all to himself. She knew that she could be that good 
for him, that if she really let loose, released the seething passion within 
her, she could drive him crazy; she could be the perfect lover. She wanted 
to let loose, too, wanted it so badly that it was a gnawing hunger in her 
belly, a sweetish taste in her mouth. 

Connie groaned softly. She could feel the tingling itch of her own 
unrequited lust begin to taunt her, burning between her slender thighs, 
sweeping up over the summit of her pubic mound, licking at her soft tummy. 
She told herself that she wasn't going to do it today, that she wasn't going 
to let herself, that she had to fight the degrading urge, but even as she 
thought that, even as the resolution formed in her mind, the burning 
sensation blossomed, sending waves of pleasure rushing over her belly and 
down her thighs. She groaned again and rolled to her back. 

Her hand went automatically to the front of her stylish satin shorts, 
fingers dripping in under the elastic waistband, in under the waistband of 
her bikini panties. Her fingers slipped down over the silky skin of her 
tummy, stopping when they touched the soft, curly hairs atop her mound. 

There was a fever raging in the pretty redhead's skull and her breathing was 
hoarse and ragged. It wouldn't hurt, it couldn't hurt, she told herself, to 
do it just a little. Just a little. Just to make the pressure go away. 

For an instant, she felt a sudden upsurge of revulsion at what she was about 
to do, but she stifled it. She had already given in, her decision was made. 
She quickly pushed the shorts and panties down over her flaring hips and 
wriggled out of them, tugging them down over her long, smooth legs and 
kicking them off her feet. Then she took hold of the top of her tube top and 
jerked it down to her waist, spilling out her firm, up-thrusting white 
breasts. 

"Oh, Luke," she murmured, her fingertip teasing round and round the 
quarter-sized, soft pink ring that capped her right breast. In her mind, it 
was not a finger that was making the delicious tingles of ecstasy explode 
over that soft bud, that was making it pucker and stiffen into a long, 
crinkly stub; it was Luke Gruber's mouth, his lips and tongue working 
passionately over her nipple, loving it tenderly. 

She began to pinch at the hardened nub of flesh, her mind full of fantasy. 
She was pretending that it was Luke plucking at her nipple, nipping it 
gently with his teeth. 

"Ooooh," she cooed, throwing her head back, her eyelids fluttering shut as 
the waves of pleasure intensified, as the bonfire between her legs raged. 

She sucked in air between her clenched teeth as the fingers of her left hand 
began to lightly search the coppery fleece of her pubic vee for the moist, 
deepening slit of her pussy. Again, it was not fingers she imagined, not 
fingers tracing the soft, puckering outline of her vaginal lips, brushing 
over the silky hairs; it was Luke's mouth, lips, tongue. She imagined that 
the handsome man was kissing her right on the pussy! That his smooth cheeks, 
the soft curly hair of his head, were brushing the insides of her widely 
splayed thighs! That she could feel his hot breath gusting over her lewdly 
displayed cunt and buttocks! 

"Yes, Luke, darling!" she moaned. "Yes!! " 

The teasing pressure over the swelling petals of her pussy was driving her 
wild, fanning the flames of the inferno between her legs. She could feel the 
lips of her vagina start to part under her fingertips and there was 
moisture, deliciously thick, hot, viscous moisture. 

"Harder, Luke! Harder!" she gasped to the phantom lover she imagined was 
slathering his mouth over her cunt. Her hand was jammed down between her 
thighs, feverishly rubbing, palm down, over the hummock of her pussy, hotly 
insinuating her own fingers into the deepening slit, the blazing cleft. And 
as she did, her legs scissored open and closed, wrapping tightly about her 
fondling hand. 

In her salacious sex fantasy, Luke Gruber was the ultimate lover. He was 
licking and sucking at the wetly parted petals of her cunt, pushing the tip 
of his tongue into that creamy pink crevice, teasing round and round the 
faintly fluttering mouth of her pussy. He was doing things to her that Bill 
had never dreamed of doing, making her feel things that she hadn't dared to 
believe possible. His hands were sliding all over her buttocks and thighs, 
caressing them, kneading them as he feasted noisily on her open vagina. Even 
the sloppy, sucking sounds he was making excited her. And she found herself 
starting to move, to not only thrash her legs, but to twist her hips up 
against his handsome face, to make her trembling pussy rub all over it. 

"More! More!! " she squealed. In her mind, she peered down over her heaving 
tummy, down between her legs, and watched him eat her cunt. Her juice was 
smeared all over his face and her ass-cheeks were bucking in his hands, 
mashing the pinkly gleaming lips against his mouth and tongue. 

Her dream lover obeyed. He pushed the tip of his tongue deeper, forcing it 
through the quivering aperture, into the marvelously slick and sticky 
passage. 

Connie stiffened as she felt herself penetrated, then she went berserk. Her 
legs were straight up in the air over her head, her bare feet waving 
frantically, as both her hands worked feverishly between her nakedly splayed 
thighs. She had the pinkish moist folds of her cuntal flesh parted with the 
fingers of one hand, while she greedily plunged the middle finger of the 
other one in and out of her vagina. 

Her pussy made nasty, farting noises about the plunging finger, sucking at 
it, convulsing around it, as it sawed over the nerve-filled bud of her 
clitoris. Connie didn't care about the obscene suck and slurp sounds. Her 
guilt was gone. All that mattered was her finish, her climax. 

"Unnnf! Unnnf!" she grunted, her face twisted up into a little fuck pout as 
she was swept away. In her mind, Luke's tongue was darting a mile a minute, 
delving deep into her tight pussy, and his open, gaping mouth was smacking 
hard against her wet mound as he bobbed his head maniacally. 

Then it happened. She captured the oily marble of her clitoris between the 
slippery pads of her thumb and forefingers and rolled it about, fast-pumping 
it as the top of her head was blown away, as the bottom of the world dropped 
out from under her. 

"Uhhhh!! ! " she wailed. Joy exploded between her legs and she fell 
backwards, head over heels into darkness. Though she whimpered and sobbed 
like a little lost child, she was not aware of it. There was only the 
devastating pleasure bursting like skyrockets between her ears. Though her 
pussy spasmed violently under her masturbating fingers, the whole length of 
that wet channel rippling with sensation, she was not aware of it. There was 
only the blackness, the sense of falling at a terrible speed, and the 
ecstasy. 

Gradually, the feeling of pleasure began to fade, the mind-boggling peaks 
flattening out, giving over to a deliciously smooth sensation of 
fulfillment. Connie's hips stopped bucking up from the bed and she lay 
still, except for the heaving of her chest as she fought to catch her 
breath. Lazing in the aftermath of her orgasm, the pretty redhead slipped 
off into a light, contented sleep. 

She only dozed for about five minutes. When she awoke, she did so with a 
start. Her hands were still down between her thighs, her fingers all gooey 
from the flow of her lubricant. Indeed, the slippery stuff had trickled down 
from the mouth of her pussy, down into her tight asscrack. 

"God!" she groaned, jerking her hands away, feeling the awful, nasty wetness 
between her fingers. Instantly, as always, waves of guilt poured down on 
her, smothering her. She was so weak! So pathetic! 

Sobbing, hating herself for what she'd done, Connie rolled to her stomach on 
the bed. She buried her face in the coverlet and had a good long cry. She 
couldn't go on like this, she knew, go on torturing herself, debasing 
herself in such a shameful way to get satisfaction. It wasn't fair that Bill 
didn't want her any more! It wasn't fair that now that she needed him so 
desperately her was ignoring her, driving her to fantasies of making love 
with other men, driving her to masturbation! Unless she did something, did 
something drastic, heaven only knew what she'd resort to! She sat up on the 
bed, grabbing a kleenex from the box on the nightstand and mopping at her 
tear-reddened eyes. She was going to have to confront Bill, to make him 
understand, to make him make love to her. 

Connie shivered, though the room was quite warm. A chill rippled up her 
spine as she realized that this might, indeed, be her last chance to save 
her marriage. 

"Hurry home, Bill," she said, aloud. "Please, hurry home!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Bill James glared at the electric clock on the wall of his walnut paneled 
office. It was five after five, time to go home. He run his blunt, powerful 
fingers through his black hair. His hair, which he kept scrupulously 
trimmed, sprung right back into the youthful, slightly long style as if it'd 
never been mussed. 

Bill James didn't want to go home. He didn't want to face his wife. He 
couldn't face her. After five years of marriage, five years of putting up 
with Connie's frigidity, he had had enough. He had started to cheat on her. 
He was still a handsome man, though his body had begun to soften a little 
from all the years behind the desk and his skin was pale from being indoors 
all the time, and when he finally decided to make the move, to pull out all 
the stops, he could've had his pick of any number of the single and married 
females that worked under him. 

But Bill was ever the careful, calculating fellow. He knew that if he 
started taking his lovers from the ranks of his employees, the word was 
bound to get out and get back to Connie. He didn't want that. He didn't want 
to hurt her and, more importantly, he didn't want to hurt his business. It 
was a definite plus to be a happily married man, or to give that appearance, 
anyway, in the circles where he did his trading. So, Bill forgot about the 
cute stenos and the available account clerks and started hanging out in 
singles bars on the other side of town. 

At first, he'd been so ashamed of what he was doing, what he was trying to 
do, that he couldn't function. He just sat in the corner and watched the 
other guys hit up on all the willing girls. Finally, a woman hit up on him. 
He was a bit taken aback by the boldness of her proposition, but she was 
good-looking and had a marvelously curvy figure so he went home with her. 
She fucked and sucked him every which way but loose and he staggered home 
that night more satisfied than he'd ever been before. 

The instant he walked into his house, he realized that he had done something 
terrible, something unforgivable. By committing adultery, he had broken a 
bond between Connie and himself. Even as miserable as their sex life was, as 
unhappy as he was, she had been totally his and he had been hers. Now that 
that was no longer true, at least on his part, he felt as if he'd betrayed 
her. When she was her usual affectionate self, coming up to give him a big 
hug and a kiss at the door, he thought his heart would break. He couldn't 
allow her feelings to get through to him, not and keep his secret, not and 
keep on cheating on her. And he did want to go on cheating, too. When he 
thought about all the other hot, wet and willing women he could have, it 
made his mouth go dry and his cock twitch anxiously. He wanted them, all 
right, wanted every single one of them, so he had to wall himself off from 
her. 

Connie was not an insensitive person and she realized that her husband was 
acting "different." Bill had hoped that she would take the hint that he 
wasn't interested in touching her anymore, figuring that it was what she 
wanted anyway. To his dismay as time passed, the more distant he became, the 
more insistent she became. The few times he'd actually fucked her recently, 
she was like a stranger to him, squirming, thrashing under his plunging, 
blood-heated cock as never before. He couldn't tell if she was faking her 
orgasms or not, if she was trying to get him back by pretending to have a 
kind of sexual awakening. He hoped to hell she was faking it because it was 
too late for the real thing. The walls he'd put up between them were too 
thick. He'd screwed way too many other women in the last couple of months 
and enjoyed himself way too much for things to ever be the same between 
them. 

Bill James was caught between a rock and a hard place. Sometimes he found 
himself wishing that his wife would find somebody else, a lover, so that he 
wouldn't feel so god-awfully guilty. But the idea of Connie writhing under 
another man, climaxing around a stranger's thickly pulsing cock made his 
skin crawl. 

He pushed up from his desk and walked over to his own, private lavatory. He 
removed his tie and shirt and washed his face. Then, he took down his 
shaving mug and brush and began to lather his face. He had a very heavy 
growth of beard, indeed, he was very hairy all over. There was a thick mat 
of shiny black hair on his chest, tufts of hair on his shoulders and back, 
and his legs were very furry, as well. After shaving, he toweled off, put 
his shirt and tie back on and took his suit coat down from the hanger. 

He turned and looked at himself in the mirror, at his lean, lantern jaw, his 
black, glittering eyes. There had never been any doubt where he was going to 
go after work tonight. He had only been kidding himself by thinking there 
was. He grinned at himself and shook his head. 

"James," he said aloud, "you are one bloody bastard." Then he turned off the 
light and walked out of the office, riding the elevator down to the 
sub-sub-basement parking lot where he kept his car. 

Twenty minutes later, he was walking into the dark, pungently scented 
confines of "The Itch," a fairly typical, Southern California singles bar. 
It was a place that tried hard to present an atmosphere of genteel 
funkiness. There was sawdust on the wooden floor and the heavy tables and 
chairs were made of rough hewn wood. The most striking element of the decor, 
however, was the mind-boggling collection of antiques, memorabilia and just 
plain junk that hung from the walls and festooned the long mirror behind the 
carved oak bar. There were old movie posters from the Thirties, 8 by 10 
black and white glossy photos of film stars, of scenes from classic movies; 
there were pieces of sheet music, broken instruments, shattered cupie dolls, 
voodoo masks, models of battleships. It was a kind of consciously created 
clutter that had put Bill off at first, but when he discovered that it 
appealed to a certain type of woman, the kind who bordered on nympho, he 
decided that he could learn to like it. 

The bartender, a fat, bearded man wearing a top hat and black satin vest 
with no shirt on underneath, waved at Bill as he entered and immediately 
began mixing Bill's drink, a Harvey Wallbanger. Bill looked around the 
mostly empty bar. He liked being one of the first to arrive, that way he 
made sure that he got the pick of the bunch. The place didn't usually start 
filling up until about six-thirty. The customers didn't drop by right after 
they got off work, preferring to make a quick trip home to change their 
clothes, to change into something more revealing, less stodgy than their 
regular business attire. There were only a couple of women in the place and 
they were sitting with men, so Bill sauntered over to the bar and took a 
seat on a stool. 

"What's happening?" the bartender asked, sliding Bill's frosty drink across 
the bar top to him. 

Bill didn't answer. He raised the glass to his mouth and took a long drink 
first. The liquor burned as it went down. It felt good. It made him forget 
about Connie. 

"Not a whole hell of a lot, yet," he said, putting down the glass. He 
indicated the empty bar with a toss of his head. 

"It's still early," the bartender said. 

That was what the bartender always said, even if it was ten to two in the 
morning. Bill was looking at the bartender, but the bartender was no longer 
looking at him. He was staring fixedly over Bill's right shoulder. There was 
a strange glint in his eyes. Something moved in the reflection of the mirror 
and Bill swiveled around on the stool to see what was so damned interesting. 

"Hi, there," said a gorgeous, tawny-skinned woman. 

"Hi," Bill said. Normally, his gaze would've automatically dropped from her 
face to her breasts to her hips to her legs, but this time was different. 
His eyes were locked onto hers. He felt like a bug on a pin. He swallowed 
hard. 

She had the kind of face that could literally stop traffic, huge, slightly 
slanted brown eyes, wide cheekbones, a tiny nose, and a wide-lipped, 
sensuous mouth. She could've been a high fashion model, if she wasn't 
already. Her hair was corn silk blonde and was parted in the middle, falling 
down to her shoulders in two lustrous waves. It wasn't just her beauty that 
knocked Bill for a loop, either; it was what the look on her face said to 
him. It said: "Let's fuck." 

Gradually, he tore his eyes from hers and swept them over the rest of her. 
She was wearing one of those white, India gauze shirts, unbuttoned to the 
top of her belly. Between the flaring lapels of the shirt, Bill could see 
the evenly tanned inner slopes of her large, firm breasts. Under the flimsy 
fabric, directly over the peaks of those supple cones of flesh, he could 
just make out the pale pink of her nipples. She had a very narrow waist and 
round, curvy hips. Below the waist, she was wearing skin-tight jeans tucked 
into knee high, ox-blood colored leather lace-up boots. 

The woman sighed. "Just what does a girl have to do around here to get a 
drink?" she said. Then she smiled. "No, don't answer that. I don't think I 
want to know." 

"What'll it be, lady?" the bartender said to her breasts. 

She smirked at him. "I'll have what my friend here is having," she said, 
taking a seat on the stool next to Bill. 

The sweet, musky smell of her perfume hit him like a ten pound sledge. He 
knew he could have her and that knowledge made his cock start twitching, 
jerking to life. 

"What's your name?" she asked. "Mine's Sharlene." 

"Bill," he said. 

"What do you do, Bill?" she asked. 

He made a face. The only thing that he hated about the singles scene was the 
small talk. A guy had to tell the same damn story over and over again. It 
was like a little game you had to play to pretend that you were interested 
in more than just screwing, that you cared about getting to know the other 
person. It was all a sham because "getting to know" the other person 
con-isted of trading stock answers to boring questions. 

Before he replied to her question, the bartender brought her drink over. He 
waited until she'd taken a sip and put it down before he said, "I fuck, 
Sharlene." 

The woman's eyes got very big and round and then a wide grin spread across 
her full-lipped mouth. "Really?" she said. "I didn't know a guy could make a 
living at that." 

"Your place or mine?" he asked. 

She took another sip of her drink, lingering over it, teasing him a little 
bit. "Bill," she said, "you are some fast worker." 

"Cut the crap," he said. Then he leaned over close to her and spoke softly 
in her ear, the scent of her perfume dizzying him. "I got one hell of a 
boner on for you, baby. Are you going to sit there and let it go to waste or 
are we going to get the hell out of here?" 

Sharlene jerked her head away from his mouth and stared into his eyes again. 
There was a vulnerability in her face that hadn't been there before. She 
managed another smile. "My place is just up the street," she said. 

Bill jammed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. He 
dropped it on the bar and reached around her back, slipping his fingers in 
under her armpit, helping her down from the stool. Under the flimsy shirt, 
her skin was like hot satin. 

"See you," the bartender said to Bill's back. 

Bill waved his hand without turning around. He was having a hell of a time 
just walking. His cock was hard as a brick down the inside of his trouser 
leg. It was like he had a baseball bat rammed down his pants. 

Outside, it was dusk. The sky, the air was pale lavender. The cars on the 
street had already begun turning their lights on. As Bill walked, his arm 
around the woman's slender waist, there was no thought in his mind about his 
pretty young wife waiting for him at home. The only thing in his head was a 
lustful hunger, a raw, animal drive to fuck the woman at his side, the 
stranger. 

She led him to a new condominium complex about two blocks from "The Itch" 
and took him up two flights of stairs. As she turned her key in the lock, 
she said, "I hope you don't think I do this all the time. I mean, that I'm 
this easy." 

Bill had heard that so many times in the last couple of months that it 
grated on his nerves like fingernails drawn across a blackboard. "Bull 
shit," he said, succinctly. 

Sharlene laughed at that. "You're right," she said, pushing the door open 
and walking in. "I am easy. I love to screw. I can't help it." 

Bill followed her into the apartment, closing the door behind him. 

"This way," she said, crooking her finger at him. She walked across the 
living room and passed through an open door way on the other side. 

He watched her ass move, watched the firm, round cheeks roll over each 
other, grinding together like precision-honed gears. He could see the edge 
of a bed beyond her and his cock began to pulse agonizingly hard, thumping 
up and down against his thigh. He moved after her, stiff-legged, slightly 
out of breath. 

Sharlene didn't wait for him. She started undressing the minute she stepped 
into the bedroom. As he entered, he got a fabulous view of her naked breasts 
as she pulled the India gauze shirt up over her head. The raising of her 
slim, tanned arms caused the peaks of her breasts to lift as well, to point 
up provocatively at the ceiling. He leered at the crinkly, swelling tips of 
her nipples, so pink, so tender, and the sleekness of the skin over her rib 
cage and belly. 

When she removed the shirt from around her face, she looked at him, at the 
way he was ogling her. "I thought you were so hot for it," she said, 
tauntingly. "Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going 
to strip down?" 

As she spoke, she unbuttoned the front of her tight jeans and started 
peeling them down over her flaring hips. Bill was pleased to see that she 
wasn't wearing any panties underneath and that her tan was unbroken by a 
swimsuit line. As he slipped out of his coat, she was unlacing her boots, 
bent over at the waist. He couldn't really see much because she had her side 
to him, but what he could see was exquisite. Her lush breasts hung straight 
down, the sleek cones hobbling against each other deliciously as she 
struggled to get her boots off; her bare buttocks were perfectly formed, a 
pair of jutting, saucy mounds. 

She kicked off the boots, then pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. 
When she was done, when she was completely naked, she turned towards him. 

Bill groaned softly to himself, as his eyes dropped down along the trim, 
well-maintained curve of her body, down between her slender thighs, down to 
the light golden fleece of her pubic vee and the already moistened, petulant 
pink lips of her pussy. The sight of that wet, quivering cunt made his cock 
throb even harder. 

"You haven't gotten very far," she said, smirking at his still fully clad 
body. Her eyes stopped at his crotch and a look of wonder passed over her 
face as she took in the size of his meaty erection. 

"I was distracted," he said. 

She moved over closer to him and reached up for his tie. He put his hand to 
her bare back and slid his fingers down to the silky hollow of her spine. 
She was incredibly smooth! And his cock was so hard that it felt like it was 
about to split its skin like an overcooked hot dog. 

"Just relax," she said, untying the knot and slipping the tie off, "let me 
undress you." 

Relaxing was about the farthest thing from Bill's mind. She was sticking her 
breasts right up against his chest and he could feel the hot, stiff points 
of her nipples poking him through his shirt. He eased his hand lower on her 
back, sliding his fingers over the smooth, saucy swellings of her buttocks. 
The feel of those cheeky mounds under his fingers made his coqk jerk 
violently. 

Sharlene wriggled away from his groping hand. "You're not relaxing," she 
chided him. "Just stand still . . . and stop feeling my ass or I'll never 
get your clothes off." 

Bill had been with enough singles bar women to know what kind of game she 
was playing. It was a power trip of sorts. She could touch him, but he could 
not touch back, not yet, at any rate. Some of the other women he'd been with 
had really laid it on thick, made him keep his hands off until the very last 
instant when they started to cum. Those women Bill hadn't liked. Sharlene 
was going to be different, he could tell. Her wanting to undress him was 
only a prelude, a further stimulation for her. 

He knew that what he had thumping in his pants was nothing to be ashamed of, 
that it had been more than enough to satisfy all the women he'd fucked. 
"I'll keep still," he promised, leering down at her delicious nakedness, 
wanting to see the look of awe on her face when she unveiled his monstrous 
erection, when the fully blood-bloated length of meat snapped up from his 
groin, smacking into his chest like a tree limb. 

She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it over his broad shoulders, cooing 
excitedly as she saw the dense mat of curly black hair. She ran her fingers 
through the manly fur, shoving the shirt down over his arms. She seemed 
particularly intrigued by the dark red rings of his nipples, half hidden by 
the thick hair. She pushed the concealing hair out of the way, then lowered 
her face to his chest, opening her mouth, pressing her warm, soft lips to 
his nipple. 

"Jeeez!" he croaked, as she took the small ring between her white, even 
teeth, as she nibbled at it playfully, tugging it out from his chest. 

As she did this, she was busy with his belt, undoing it, then unfastening 
his trouser waistband. There was no fake modesty or shyness with his 
gorgeous, sexy creature. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was going 
to get it all, every thickly pulsing inch! 

Bill groaned softly as he felt her smooth fingers slide inside the waistband 
of his jockey shorts, as he felt her sliding both trousers and underwear 
down over his hips. Then, both garments were dropping of their own accord, 
slipping down to the bedroom floor. 

The instant that the head of his cock cleared the wadded up fabric, the 
whole straining length of it jerked up from its downward pointing angle. It 
smacked up against the silky softness of her naked breasts. 

"Oh!" she gasped, pushing back from him, her eyes wide with surprise and 
delight. As she did this, his cock continued upwards, up past the horizontal 
until the dark red, lust-swollen head slapped against his hairy chest. 

"Mmmmm, real nice," she crooned, reaching out with her right hand and 
wrapping her fingers tightly about the long, thick flesh of his penis. It 
throbbed powerfully against her palm and grew even harder, the tendons 
standing out hard against the underside of the shaft, the blue veins bulging 
with hot blood, the whole length of the thing curving from his hairy loins 
like an enraged red banana. 

Bill groaned again when she reached out her other " hand, when she encircled 
the thick turgid pole of his erection, one hand gripped atop the other, like 
she was holding baseball bat, and began to stroke it lovingly, working the 
fleshy skin back and forth between her palms. 

"You're so big!" she moaned, her eyes traveling over the lewdly jutting 
enormity of his penis, the swollen orbs of his testicles in their ruddy, 
wrinkly sack. 

Bill winced. The sound of her own obscene words had a powerful effect on 
her, made her grip his cock with a punishing ferocity. The savage, milking 
caress caused a drop of pale white goo to appear at the slit in his bulbous 
cockhead. She was getting him hot, all right. Too hot! 

"Why don't we get over on the bed?" he said. 

Sharlene grinned up at him, her eyes twinkling. Quick as a blink, she leaned 
her face down, opened her mouth and flicked her long, pink tongue out, 
swirling it over the rubbery head of his cock, sweeping away the bead of 
thick pre-cum. 

The feel of her tongue on his cock made Bill's knees go to jelly. Before he 
could recover from the searing, moist caress, she was letting go of him, 
slipping back to the bed, laying down on it. 

"Come on, lover," she said, patting the bed at her side. 

Her legs parted a little bit and he could easily see the beaded moistness 
that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her legs opened wider 
still, in open invitation, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower 
into eager openness. The look on her face told him that she was starving for 
cock, for his cock, aching for him to jam his long, hard hunk of cock right 
up her cunt. 

Bill crawled cautiously onto the firm, queen-sized bed beside her and 
reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her bare ass-cheeks. 
Once again, he marveled at the sleekness of her skin, the resilience of her 
buttocks. Though she had to be at least 23 years old, she had the body of a 
girl in her mid-teens. 

She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed tight, her fingers 
teasing through the dense hairs on his chest. When he lowered his mouth onto 
hers, her lips parted immediately, opening to allow him access to the hot, 
wet cavern of her mouth. Bill jammed his tongue between her teeth, surged it 
over her madly writhing tongue, and began sweeping it over the slippery 
insides of her cheeks, the ridged roof of her mouth. 

Sharlene took the thick tongue greedily, gently nursing on it with her moist 
lips. Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between 
their reclining bodies and firmly grasped the thick, fleshy staff of his 
penis. She squeezed it hard, giving it the kind of rough treatment she knew 
from experience it craved. 

He groaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the 
pulsing, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her harder, 
thrusting his tongue over the back of hers, trying to wedge it down into the 
tight confines of her hot, slick throat. 

Inside, every fiber of Bill's body was trembling. It was always like this 
the first time with any woman. It was always so exciting that he feared his 
skull would explode from the raging pressure beating at his temples. It was 
the knowing, the knowing that he could fuck her, that he could explore the 
secret recesses of her body with his luridly throbbing cock, that he could 
send his thick semen gushing into her belly, the knowing that she, a total 
stranger, was utterly his. 

Suddenly, he knew just how badly he needed her, how much he wanted to screw 
this luscious blonde. He needed to feel her responding to him, working with 
him as they built up to their ecstatic, screaming climax, to feel her 
responding to him as his pretty young wife had never done. 

The naked blonde eagerly squirmed her sweetly perfumed body against the 
hairy flesh of his chest and thighs. Her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth, 
pressed tight to his loins and he could feel the heat rising from it, the 
blazing heat of her excited cunt wafting over his balls. 

Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his cock shot up 
between them as if it had a mind of its own. It knew what it wanted; it 
wanted the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those 
soft, silky thighs. Her arms slipped around his back and she gripped him 
almost desperately, gasping, digging her nails into his skin. Her thighs 
opened shamelessly wide and, as he rolled on top of her, rolled right into 
her parted fork, she closed her legs about his waist, locking her heels just 
above his tailbone. 

"God! You're so big and hard!" she cooed up to him, her thighs moving up and 
down over his torso, her wet pussy nuzzling into the rigid root of his cock. 
"God, I can't stand it any longer! I need it now!! NOW!! Ram it up me!! Kill 
me with it!! ! " 

Her words sent shivers rocketing up and down his backbone. Her smooth hands 
seemed to be everywhere at once, searching, exploring his manly nakedness, 
tangling her fingers in the hairs on his shoulders and back, feeling the 
hard ridges of his muscles, groping the firm, hard cheeks of his buttocks. 
His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, throbbing head 
pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her aroused pussy. 

She wantonly flung her legs wide apart, lifting her knees up, tipping her 
pelvis up to him, offering her pussy to him like some sort of pagan 
sacrifice. She wriggled her hand between their bellies and spread the pliant 
pink folds of her cunt wide apart to give him total access to her slick and 
slippery slit. 

"Now, please!" she moaned into his throat, kissing his neck, his chin. 
"Please, hurry!" 

He was in no hurry. He caught up her large breasts in his hands, squeezing 
the soft fleshiness, rubbing his palms incitingly over the crinkly hard 
peaks of her nipples, making her shudder and whine making her lift her knees 
up even higher, until she had the head of his cock fitted salaciously 
between the wetly parted lips of her vagina. 

"Uhhh," Bill said, his eyelids fluttering as the tickling fingers of a 
hundred curly pubic hairs caressed the blood-swollen head of his penis, as 
the sticky pussy lips teased over its tip. 

"Hurr-eee!" she squealed, her heels pounding impatiently against his 
shoulder blades. 

There was no question of who was in control of the situation, then. Bill 
leered down at her, at her sweet, sexy face all flushed with passion, her 
eyes bulging with need. For an instant, he wallowed in the power he had over 
her. She was so turned on that she was right on the verge of orgasm and he 
hadn't even shoved his cock up her, yet. That was the way that he liked his 
women, climbing the walls for it, pleading for it. 

"Re-lax," he said to her, consciously mimicking her, taunting her as she'd 
taunted him earlier. 

Her eyes opened even wider at that and she suddenly tried to grab hold of 
his cock, to ram it up her cunt all by herself. But Bill was too quick for 
her. Before she could get her fingers around his meaty shaft, he was 
lunging, cramming the hotly pulsing knob of his cock between the pliant 
moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his cock 
through the fleecy golden hairs that fringed her fissure and into the hot 
clasping grip of her cunt. 

"OH!" she gasped hoisting her knees up, her feet kicking overhead. "Push it 
in! All of it!! Push it hard!! " 

Bill didn't need to be told what to do or how to do it. He was operating on 
full automatic, the raging fever of his raw, animal passion in total 
control. He entered her wet cunt with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a 
powerful surge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy all the way to the 
hilt. The walls of her vagina parted wetly to receive him, squirming down 
over the sides of his hard-throbbing shaft. 

"Uhhhh!" she whined, arching her back, tipping her head back as the huge 
penis spitted her. 

To Bill, it almost seemed that she was trying to evade the cruelly 
stretching erection, to crawl away from its tube rending girth. But if that 
was the case, her own body was working at odds with her. As his cock lunged 
forward, the taut, rubbery grip of her cunt pulled him wantonly into the 
searing liquid depths of her belly. 

He groaned at the ravenous pressure of her amazingly tight pussy. The walls 
locked down around the length of his luridly impaling penis like a warm, 
incredibly slick fist. He shut his eyes tight and savored the delicious pain 
of her powerful vaginal grip, the rapid, spastic fluttering of her cuntal 
sphincter about his broad root. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!! " she bawled, her nails digging red furrows across his 
shoulders. 

Bill jerked his cock back through the velvety drapery of her pussy, then 
plowed forward. The pain of the penetration quickly subsided as the viscous 
rush of her pussy juices oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his 
cock and eased the way for faster, harder fucking. 

"Ooooooh!" she cooed, shivering excitedly as the upper surface of his big 
cock rasped over her tiny, lust-aroused clitoris, the oily marble at the top 
of her slit, as the waves of pleasure swept over her belly in a storm. 

A few minutes before, Bill hadn't even known this wildly sexy woman existed 
and now he was giving her everything he had, fucking her with every inch of 
his huge, meaty cock, the sounds of her pleasure rushing up at him as she 
writhed and squirmed under his relentless thrusts. 

"God! Oh! God, yes!" she panted, grunting each time the full length of his 
erection surged into her cunt, each time the tender mouth of her pussy was 
stretched down over his grossly thick root, each time the big, hairy 
hardness of his testicles bumped into her softly resilient buttocks. 

Bill held himself propped up on his hands so he could watch the rippling 
after-shocks of his deep-thrusting cock coursing over her belly, thighs and 
breasts, so he could watch the gleaming, friction-reddened shaft of his cock 
appear and disappear between her lust-parted labia. 

She was in pain. The rapturous, secret pain that only a woman will ever 
know, the delicious pain of being screwed. Bill knew that he was hurting her 
with his big cock and in a perverse way, he reveled in it. It felt good to 
make her whimper. It was almost as if he were teaching her a lesson, 
punishing her for wanting him to fuck her. He made her whimper again and 
again. All it took was an extra-hard thrust of his long cock, a deeply 
skewering lunge that turned her into so much softly quivering putty beneath 
him. 

He was surprised and pleased by the way she was reacting to his 
"punishment." The harder he pumped on her, the faster he worked his 
lust-heated cock through the tightly quivering sheath of her pussy, the more 
wildly she moved under him. She started pushing up from the bed, pushing her 
lewdly splayed pelvis into his downward thrusts, hurrying the moment when 
his great, hulking hard on was jammed to the hairs in her sloppy wet cunt. 
She grunted and moaned with an almost inhuman fury, like a woman possessed 
of the devil, and her savage squirmings, archings of the back, flips of the 
hips, were so violent that they almost sent the two of them bouncing from 
the bed onto the floor. 

All right, all right, Bill told himself, reaching out with both hands and 
grabbing hold of the bedspread, clutching it tight to maintain his position 
on top of her, to maintain the marvelous sluicing motion of his cock as it 
flicked deep into her soft belly. She wasn't going to get away from him. She 
wasn't going to escape what he had for her. 

He smiled down at her lust-contorted face, at the look of frenzied intensity 
that twisted her pretty mouth, that glowed behind her eyes. She was his, he 
knew. In a few seconds, she would go berserk under him, driven to the brink 
of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm by the ruthless slogging pressure 
of his thick penis. He knew he could do anything to her, now, anything he 
wanted and she would let him. His virile, hairy body was soaked with sweat. 
Beads of it dripping down the sides of his rib cage, down from his shaggy 
armpits to flow over the silky smooth flesh of the woman writhing beneath 
him. 

"More! More! More!! " she panted, chanting her need up into his face, her 
hips driving in the same mindless, manic rhythm. 

He started wailing on her with all his strength, pumping up and down like a 
sex machine gone crazy, twisting and turning hips as he did so to make the 
quivering channel of her cunt slither over his aching erection. Every thrust 
sent his long cock boring into her cunt to the hilt, pushing hard into the 
moist, sputtering grip of her vagina until his balls slapped obscenely into 
the smooth hairless cleft of her ass-cheeks and his pelvis ground 
lasciviously into the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy. 

He could feel her starting to cum, feel it in the rapidly fluttering spasms 
of her pussy about his cock, feel it in the wild abandoned thrashing of her 
body under him, and he could see it in the dangerously flushed cheeks, in 
the madness in her eyes. Knowing that he had the power to do what he wanted 
to her was one thing, using that power was another. He slipped one hand down 
over the sweat-misted curve of her hip, down over the jiggling moon of her 
ass, his fingers dipping into the tight nether cleft of her buttocks. 

A surge of pleasure exploded in Bill's loins as he felt his own cock, 
incredibly slick and wet, gliding in and out of her hair-fringed, lewdly 
ovaled cunt. He moved his fingers lower, searching for and finding, deep in 
her smooth ass cleavage, the tiny puckering ring of her anus. The pleasure 
surge hit him again, like ten thousand volts, as he rubbed the pussy juice 
moistened ball of his thumb into that pliant, red hot sphincter. 

"Oh! Ohhh!! " Sharlene wailed, feeling the tip of his finger probing against 
the tightly clenched ring of her rectum. 

To Bill's delight, she did not try to squirm away from the obscene fondling. 
She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, 
opening and closing them as she matched his jackhammer thrusts ounce for 
ounce. If she realized that her own wild gyrations were forcing his thumb to 
push into her anus, it made no difference to her. She lunged and bucked like 
a dervish, her moans turning into a long, unbroken wail of ecstasy as his 
prodding finger popped into her rectum, as it began to fuck in and out of 
that tight, rubbery passage in time with the thrusts of the great, throbbing 
cock. 

He couldn't believe what was happening, how she was taking it. He could feel 
his own cock sliding in and out against the tip of his thumb and her ass was 
sucking fiercely at the pistoning finger, sucking with the same kind of 
passionate abandon as her cunt was showing his cock. 

Then it happened. Sharlene stiffened, her eyes popping wide open, her lips 
parting. No sound came from her throat. 

"Uhh!" Bill grunted as the twin channels of cunt and rectum shut down about 
his cock and thumb like fists in hot buttered velvet gloves. 

"Yuhhhh!! ! " she wailed, her body suddenly jerking to life as if she were a 
puppet, arms, legs, hips working all at once, to no real purpose. 

Bill leered down at her, gritting his teeth as he wrenched both cock and 
thumb through the viciously narrowed channels, fucking into her crotch so 
fast that both plundered orifices sputtered and farted, so fast that he 
could actually feel the shaft of his cock heating up from the friction 
against the quivering walls of her cumming cunt. 

"Yuuuuuuhhhhhh!! ! " she screamed, no longer able to fuck him back, too far 
gone, too swept up in the steam heat of the moment, in the wild coruscating 
swirls of ecstasy licking at her belly and tits, to do anything but shudder 
convulsively as he fast-pumped her into oblivion. 

For a second, as he whipped his still-rigid cock through her sucking, 
slurping cunt, as the tremors of pleasure raged up the length of his meaty 
shaft, he thought he was going to be able to finish with her. But it didn't 
work out that way. He was fucking her as hard as he could, sprinting for his 
own, frantic finish, but he could tell that she was coming unglued beneath 
him, that the punishing thrusts, the incessant friction against her erect 
clitoris was pushing her to the limit, stretching her orgasm out to the 
point where any more pleasure could actually harm her. The idea of turning 
this lithe, curvy young woman into a kind of sexual vegetable, of making her 
cum so long, so hard that it destroyed her mind, was not unappealing to 
Bill, but he decided that the best thing to do was to slack off. 

He mercifully slowed his cunt-pounding pace, allowing the super-hot woman's 
climax to taper off. She shook and shuddered under him in the aftershocks of 
her prolonged orgasm, her arms and legs still locked tight about his back, 
holding his thick, throbbing penis buried deep inside her. 

When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and thick with sated lust. 
"God, that was fantastic!" she gushed. "You're a real man, I mean it. Ooooh, 
and your cock is still hard. I can feel it pushing out against my pussy." 

Bill winced as she playfully squeezed his cock in her cuntal muscles. To pay 
her back, he drove his thumb even deeper into her rectum, twisting and 
turning it, rubbing it over the rubbery hot walls, making the wrinkly 
sphincter ring pop back and forth over his first thumb joint. 

"Uhhh," she gasped, her eyelids half closing, her eyes rolling up so that 
only the whites showed. 

"like that, huh?" he said, corkscrewing his finger around in her ass. 

"Uhhhhh! Oh, baby, baby, if you only knew!! " she gushed, clinging tight to 
him with arms and legs. "I could almost cum again when you work it in and 
out like that." 

He laughed. It was a self-conscious laugh, a laugh of embarrassment. He'd 
never been with a woman who actually enjoyed getting finger-fucked up the 
ass, never with one who would admit it anyway. 

"You think I'm kidding?" she said, writhing against him, her sticky wet cunt 
squirming over the root of his cock, forcing his thumb to fuck deep into her 
tight anus. "Well, I'm not!" she insisted. "Ooooh, I just love getting 
touched down there, down between my buns. It's so nasty, so dirty, that, 
well, it really turns me on, makes me want to screw and screw and screw. 
There's something else that I like even more, but I think we'd better save 
that for later." 

Bill didn't have to be a mind-reader to be able to tell what she meant. This 
luscious, passionate blonde liked getting a big, hard cock crammed up her 
ass! He would do it, too, split her open from pore to belly button if he had 
to get all of his thick fleshy penis rammed up into her rectum. Would she 
ever grunt and whimper, then! 

"First, though," Sharlene said, "there's something else I want to do for 
you, something real nice that I know you'll like. Take that big cock of 
yours out of me for a minute and I'll show you what I mean." 

There was something in her tone that told him he was in for a real treat. He 
pulled his thumb from the rubbery grip of her anus and lifted his hips, 
sliding the up-curving length of his cock from her wetly clinging pussy. The 
head of his penis and her cunt parted company with a lurid plop! 

"God, it's even bigger than before!" she cried, delightedly, as the immense, 
lust-hardened, friction-reddened shaft lurched up, smacking him upon the 
breastbone. 

Bill looked down at himself proudly. He was big, all right, big enough to 
choke a horse. He rolled over and sat on the bed with his back to the 
headboard. 

Sharlene turned to face him, putting her hands to his hairy knees and 
forcing him to spread his legs wide apart. The meaty shaft pulsed anxiously 
as she knelt between his parted legs, pushing the sweep of her hair behind 
her ears to get it out of the way, to allow him to see everything she was 
going to do. 

His scalp tingled and crawled as she lowered her pretty face to his damp 
loins. She was going to blow him! And it wasn't just the blow job that was 
turning him on so; it was the circumstances. He'd been sucked off many times 
before by the women he'd picked up at "The Itch," sucked off in the back 
seat of his car in the bar's parking lot, even, but he'd never been sucked 
off right after he'd fucked into a woman's wet pussy. The whole length of 
his cock was drenched with her hot, viscous juices; it gleamed from tip to 
bristling root like it'd been soaked in heavy, clear oil. The smell, alone, 
the stark, pungent cunt smell, was enough to make him groan aloud. Was she 
really going to put it in her mouth now? Was she really going to taste her 
own slick and stinky lubricant? 

If Sharlene had any qualms about such a thing, she certainly didn't show 
them. She reached out and took hold of his penis, prying it away from his 
chest, tipping it towards her face, then lowered her mouth onto it, allowing 
the blood-heated tip, the slippery bulb to push between her warm lips, 
between her teeth, to slide into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. 

"Jeeez!" he croaked, his hips jerking reflexively as the heat, the moisture 
of her mouth engulfed his manly knob. 

The blonde pulled back and gave him a curious look. "Is something wrong?" 
she asked. 

"You aren't going to wipe it off?" he moaned, deliriously. 

She smiled at him. "Why should I?" she said. "I kind of like how it tastes." 
When she saw the flush rush to his cheeks as he heard her lascivious 
admission, she couldn't resist the urge to blow his mind further. "I like it 
well enough, baby, so that if I were double jointed, I'd be curled up like a 
pretzel every chance I could get, with my tongue stuffed up my little tight 
pussy!" 

"Jeeez," he said, incredulously. 

She pursed her lips and blew a gust of hot air over his sperm-bloated balls, 
watching gleefully as those fat orbs snuggled up tighter against his groin 
in their leathery sack. 

"Oh, man! Man!! " Bill groaned, reaching out and catching hold of the back 
of her head, pulling her face back down towards the swaying, semen-dripping 
staff of his penis. 

"That's right, lover," she said, leering up at him, "I'm going to lick and 
suck your big cock until you cum. Until you cum right in my mouth." 

Sharlene took a deep breath and the raw, musky scent of his loins assailed 
her nostrils, making her mouth flood with hot, thick slobber. A dribble of 
the crystal clear juice slipped from her lips, trickling down over her chin, 
down onto Bill's furious scrotum. 

"God!" the man howled as that boiling, slippery liquid bathed his tender 
bag, his swollen testicles. 

The blonde ignored his violent, shuddering reaction and dropped her face 
straight down, pressing her trembling lips down onto the root of his cock, 
to the very point where it joined his bloated scrotum. 

Bill stiffened, jerking as if she'd given him a surge of pure electric 
current, his ass lifting automatically up from the rumpled bed, 
automatically grinding his wrinkly, musty sack into her soft, warm mouth. 

Sharlene was not put off by the beads of her own pussy juices that still 
clung to his black shiny hairs, nor by the sour, rank taste of his balls. 
She lapped his cock hungrily, curling her tongue around it, giving it and 
his scrotum, tender, hungry, swirling laps like it was a meat-flavored 
popsicle. She lashed her tongue over the throbbing underside, painting her 
glistening slobber all over it, licking up the sticky residue of her cunt as 
she sucked and nibbled at the blood-thickened rod. 

"God, that feels so good!" Bill groaned, trying in vain to control the 
spastic bucking of his hips. 

"Ooooh, baby, baby, I do love your big dick," she moaned ecstatically, 
thrashing her mobile tongue over the blind, oozing head of his cock, sawing 
the pink tip over his bubbling slit. "Ummmmmm! I love the taste of your 
cum!" 

Bill clawed at the bedspread as her juicy tongue drooled hot saliva all over 
his cock, as her lips sucked, her teeth hot saliva all over his cock, as her 
lips sucked, her teeth nibbled and gnawed at every straining inch of it. She 
was going after his meat like he was the last man on earth! 

"Ummmmm! I neeeeeeed it!" she wailed. "Alllllllll of it!! " 

Without another word, she popped the shiny, semen-dribbling bulb into her 
mouth. Bill's hips rocketed up from the bed as the amazing slick heat of her 
mouth swallowed his cockhead. He leered at her through pleasure-slitted 
eyes, awed by the way her cheeks puffed out, pooched out from the size of 
the thing she'd forced into her mouth. It looked like she was trying to 
swallow an apple . . . whole! And her lovely, soft lips were sliding down 
over his flaring cockhead rim, sucking passionately upon the first three 
inches of his mammoth cock. 

The hot young blonde paused, whining feverishly through her flared nostrils. 
She held his huge dickhead in her mouth, reveling in the feel of it pushing 
out against her cheeks, down upon her tongue, in the raging animal heat of 
it, in the slithery, velvety soft texture of the skin. She looked up at him 
with his cock crammed into her mouth, knowing full well what the sight of 
her pretty face, her beautiful mouth ovaled about the thick, fleshy pole of 
his cock would do to him. 

"God!" he gasped, watching a clear bead of saliva slip from her lewdly 
clasping lips and roll down the upper surface of his cock. 

Sharlene knew that she was going to make him cum. She could feel his arousal 
growing with every throb of his cockhead against her tongue and cheeks. 
Slowly, she pushed more of his cock into her mouth, ramming the blood-filled 
tip into the back of her mouth, then twisting her head to the side so that 
her neck would follow the natural curve of his lewdly erect penis, so that 
the huge bulbous tip would slide more easily into the tight confines of her 
throat. 

Bill could only gasp and grunt as he watched the obscenely pulsing shaft 
disappear between her tautly stretched lips, as he felt the snug sheath of 
her throat enclosing his monstrous erection. Where was she putting it all?! 
! It looked like she was gulping down a telephone pole! 

Almost as soon as the head of his cock turned the corner and started down 
her throat, it started to hurt Sharlene, to hurt her so badly that she was 
afraid her throat would split in two. But she would not give in, she would 
not stop until she had it all, until she swallowed him whole! Whimpering 
from the strain, she managed to drive her lips down around his bristling 
root, forcing the tightly stretched ring of her mouth right down into his 
crisp, pungently scented pubic hairs. Then, as if to further prove her 
fearlessness, her love-making skill, she gave her head a vicious twist, 
causing his cock to rub sexily over the walls of her throat. 

Bill put both hands to her head and held her face tight to his lap, 
wallowing in the sight, the feel of having his cock buried to the hairs in 
her lovely throat. 

Finally, Sharlene began to lift her head, slowly letting the great, bulging 
erection slipped from between her pain-parted lips. It looked like she was 
disgorging an obscene tree limb. Her mouth slipped from over the bloated 
head with a moist smacking sound. 

"Oh!" Bill groaned disappointedly, as his cock lurched up, thumping against 
his chest, as tiny droplets of thick, white semen spattered all over his 
chest hairs. 

"That was good, huh?" the blonde crooned to him, lapping at the ruddy sack 
of his balls, teasing her tongue up the drool soaked length of his cock. 

"God, yes!" he moaned. 

"Do you want more." 

"God, yes!! ! " 

As Bill tried to grip her ears, to force her mouth back down over his cock, 
she shook his hands away. "No, baby, not like that again," she said. "I know 
a better way, a way I bet you've never even heard of." 

While Bill was still trying to catch his breath, the blonde was scooting her 
body forward, pressing her large, luscious breasts right into his crotch, 
forcing his luridly stiff cock to slip right into her silky cleavage. Before 
he could even moan, she was gripping her own breasts in both hands, mashing 
them together, pinning his cock between the soft, resilient pillows of 
feminine flesh. She pressed her breasts so tight around his lust-thickened 
penis that the head of his cock, which protruded from the top of her 
cleavage, was turned a deep, dark, strangulated purple color. 

"Jeeeez!" he moaned as she dug her fingers even deeper into those silky 
globes, as she began to move her hands, to slide her smooth breasts up and 
down the rigid shaft of his cock. 

"Nice, huh?" she said, her voice quavering, thick with emotion. 

Bill couldn't answer. The sensation was staggering! His bulbous cockhead was 
popping in and out of her cleavage, its broad rim catching on the insides of 
those succulent cones, making them quiver and jiggle excitedly. She was 
masturbating his whole cock with her tits! 

"Ooooh, I like that," she cooed, kind of rolling her breasts around his 
throbbing shaft. "I like how it feels." 

Bill liked it, too. And the sight of his furious cock lewdly pumping through 
her breast valley was more than enough to make his head swim. His penis 
began to pulse anxiously and after a half dozen tip to root caresses, more 
of his thick white pre-cum started spilling from the gaping slit, oozing 
down over the shiny, blood-bloated skin of his knob. 

Sharlene's eyes lit up when she saw what her breast-masturbation was teasing 
from his cock. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, bending her face down and sticking the 
point of her chin into the hollow of her throat, tipping her head so she 
could make contact with his penis with her lips. She craved more than mere 
contact, though. She wanted it all! She thrust her open mouth down on his 
cockhead, cramming the entire swollen bulb into her mouth until her lips 
squirmed down over the broad rim, until they touched his shaft, enclosing 
his cockhead in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 

Bill had never heard of such a thing even being attempted. And yet, there 
she was, this beautiful young blonde, jacking him off with her breasts and 
sucking his cock at the same time! He watched her go down on him, watched as 
her smooth cheeks went concave, her lips nursing on his penis with 
astounding power, her tongue flipping madly back and forth over the oozing 
slit, and all the while, her hands greedily pumping her smooth breasts up 
and down his cock, working him up to a fever pitch. 

She knew she was getting to him. She could feel his excitement building, 
feel it in the violent throbbing of his cockhead in her mouth, feel it in 
the raging heat of his testicles as they rubbed into her silky stomach. She 
sucked on his bulb with all her might, drinking down the tangy droplets of 
pre-cum, sliding her breasts faster, creating a burning friction between his 
shaft and her cleavage, actually bumping the tops of her tits up against her 
chin as she coaxed the sticky deluge up from his aching balls. 

Bill felt like the puppet, then. A puppet jerking, twitching to her command. 
And the waves of pleasure were non-stop, each one bigger, more devastating 
than the last, until he felt the tiny spark blossom in his captive cockhead, 
a spark that flared, that lit a sizzling, sputtering fuse that ran the 
length of his huge cock. 

Suddenly, a gob of something boiling hot and super-salty surged into 
Sharlene's mouth, arching over the back of her tongue and shooting down her 
throat. She went crazy! Moaning, whining, making frantic, nasty suck sounds, 
she fought to bring on the torrent. 

Bill grunted from low in his belly, his ass snapping up from the bed 
reflexively as his sperm-swollen testicles exploded in joy. He could feel 
the heavy gobs of his cum being forced up his rigid pipe-hard cock by the 
powerful muscle contractions behind his balls, being forced right into her 
open, waiting mouth! 

Sharlene made a choked, gurgling sound as her mouth was flooded by his thick 
semen. A wave of gooey fluid surged over her tongue, spraying the roof of 
her mouth. Fighting back the urge to gag, she worked her breasts even 
faster, pumping the hot seed up from his balls, pumping it right into her 
face. 

"Suck! Suck!! " Bill growled, his hips ticking rhythmically, fucking through 
her cleavage, fucking into her mouth. 

She sucked, all right, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until her 
jaws and throat ached, until her belly felt like it would burst if she took 
another drop. His boiling cum was sloshing around in her tummy, filling her 
to the point of pain, and still more was spurting into her mouth. Her head 
reeled from the cloying, rank odor of his sperm, from the nasty salty taste. 

Bill's pleasure was increased a hundred fold by the sight of her gulping his 
cum down like that, her adam's apple bobbing frantically to keep up with the 
onrushing tide. 

Then, she could take no more, not in her tummy, at least. She took her hands 
from the sides of her breasts and pulled his bulb from her mouth, holding 
the glistening, purpling head right up against the corner of her mouth. 

"Christ!" Bill groaned as the next spasm hit his cock, as semen spurted from 
his slot, fountaining over her face, over her shining, friction-reddened 
lips, her nose, her cheeks, her chin. 

"More!! " she bleated, using her hands to pump on the still spurting shaft. 
Her cheeks burned with an unholy fire as more of the sticky white strands 
splattered over her face. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her 
tongue, waggling it back and forth to catch the pearly beads. She made no 
attempt to swallow the drops of sperm, but let them pool in the middle of 
her tongue, let them mix with her heavy saliva, let them drool down from it 
in long, yo-yoing gobs. "I love it! Love it!! ! " 

Bill loved it, too. He'd never been with a woman so eager to please, so 
hungry for salacious sensation. And her excitement was infectious. She 
teased more cum from his balls than he thought possible, showering her 
lovely face in his sticky sex fluid until the last dribble slipped weakly 
from his slot. 

Not one to waste anything, Sharlene quickly bent his cock down and rubbed 
its gleaming snout against her tautened nipples, painting them with white 
cum. 

"God, that's gooood!" she gasped, her eyes wild, her voice hoarse. 

He leaned back against the headboard and tried to catch his breath. It 
wasn't easy. He was panting like a sprinter. Even though he'd shot his wad 
as never before, there was a disturbing pressure in his groin. Instead of 
being exhausted by the bout of exquisite sex, he was only more animalishly 
aroused. And it was a good thing. 

"Now, baby," Sharlene said, turning around on her knees, turning her sleek, 
smooth buttocks towards him. "Now's the time for something real special." 

He blinked at her, not quite sure that he understood what she meant. Even 
though he was unsure, he felt the pressure in his groin tighten in 
anticipation. He also felt something nudging his chest. He tried to push it 
away with his hand, but it kept coming back. It was his cock, his cock still 
erect, still hugely throbbing, still famished for pleasure. If anything, it 
was even bigger than before, bloated out by the lascivious contact of her 
mouth and breasts. Every vein and sinew stood out in bold relief upon the 
pulsing shaft and the great, shiny head looked to be the size of an apple. 

"Now, baby, now," she crooned to him, lowering her heavy breasts to the 
coverlet, tipping her ass up high in the air. 

He could see between her thighs, see the wetly parted lips of her pussy, the 
beads of clear juice trickling down the insides of her legs, the sopping 
ring of golden hairs that rimmed it, but that wasn't what she had in mind. 

Sharlene put her fingertips to the crack of her buttocks and, with a sudden 
movement, pried those cheeky moons wide apart, showing him the tiny, round, 
wrinkly hole of her anus. 

Bill's cock throbbed ominously and a kind of red haze filtered down over his 
eyes. 

"Come on!" she moaned, holding her cheeks obscenely parted, her little 
sphincter winking madly. "Come on!! " 

A low growl erupted from Bill's throat as he lurched forward, as he threw 
himself on her sleek backside. "Yessss!" she warbled into the covers. 
"Yessss!! ! " 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Bill James stumbled up the stairs to his front door, it was well after 
ten p.m. He wasn't having trouble walking because he'd drunk too much 
liquor. Bill's problem was that he'd fucked too much. He had a case of the 
lover's ache in his balls.. . a near-terminal case. It was his own damn 
fault, too, he knew. If he'd been able to control himself, to keep from 
going around a third time on the blonde's tight rectum, he wouldn't have 
been in the fix he was in. But he just couldn't help himself. He knew that a 
chance like that, with a really beautiful woman only comes once in a 
lifetime. 

Even as he turned his key in the lock, he was remembering what it felt like 
to fuck up between her round butt-cheeks, to watch his big, thick, fleshy 
cock glide in and out through the horribly distended little hole. The 
thought made his cock flex, which, in turn, made his balls hurt like all 
holy hell. 

"Uhhh," he groaned softly, pushing the door inward. 

He'd no sooner shuffled into the wreck of his living room than his lovely 
young wife came rushing into his arms. She was wearing a shorty, see-through 
negligee and her full, pink-tipped breasts bobbled delightfully under the 
black nylon as she raced towards him. 

"Oh, Bill! Bill, I was so worried!! " Connie moaned, locking her arms about 
his waist and mashing her soft breasts into his stomach. 

Bill just stood there frozen in place. It wasn't the kind of welcome he'd 
thought he'd get from her. He'd expected Connie to be crying, yelling, 
spitting flames at him for being so late, for not calling her. As he put his 
hand to the small of her back and slipped it down over the jutting, womanly 
swell of her saucy buttocks, he realized that she wasn't wearing any 
panties. This certainly was a surprise! 

The feel of her resilient ass mounds, her silky smooth skin under the 
slithery nylon, made his cock flex again. His balls automatically tightened. 

"Uhhhh," he groaned. 

Connie took her face from against his chest and looked up at him. "Are you 
all right?" she asked, breathlessly. "You didn't have an accident or 
anything, did you?" 

Bill couldn't meet her eyes. The easiest way out of the situation was to 
lie, though, so he did. "I had a close call," he said, gently unclasping her 
hands from around his back and pushing her back so that the luscious mounds 
of her breasts were not rubbing incitefully into his belly. 

"God!" Connie exclaimed. "God, I knew it!" 

"I've got to sit down," he said, slipping past her and dropping back down on 
the plastic covered sofa. He stared at his hands, hating himself for having 
lied in the first place, for now having to weave an even more complicated 
web. 

Connie could sense her husband's unease. She refused to give in to the urge 
to fall apart. After all, she'd patiently waited all that time for him to 
come home, refusing to let herself get angry, telling herself that all that 
mattered was that she and Bill get back together, that they make wild, 
frantic love as never before. Love, she knew, could heal all their 
differences, could make them one again. 

She took a seat on the couch beside him and put her hand on his broad knee. 
"Do you want to talk about it?" she said. 

Bill did not want to talk about it, but he had no choice. If he refused to 
elaborate on his "near-accident," he knew his wife would never give him any 
peace. The bitter irony of the situation was not lost on him. There he sat, 
his balls aching so bad he could hardly stand it from the multiple orgasms 
he'd had at the mouth, cunt and ass of a strange woman, a woman he'd been 
forced to seek out because his pretty young wife didn't like sex . . . and 
his wife, suddenly awakened sexually, suddenly willing, hungry for fucking 
sat at his side. He couldn't have fucked again if his life depended on it! 
Everything was so screwed up that it pained him to think about it. 

"I had to work late," he began. 

"But I called your office," Connie interrupted, "and they said you'd left at 
five." 

Bill winced. "That's right," he said. "I had to go over to a client's place. 
He kept me busy right up until nine. There wasn't any time to call if I ever 
hoped to get out of there. On the way home on the freeway, one of those 
glass company trucks, the kind with the racks on the side that hold big 
panes of glass, took a turn too fast and I guess the glass wasn't strapped 
down right. Anyway, a huge plate glass pane fell off the truck and glass 
went every which way. Cars were plowing into each other trying to avoid the 
glass and cars were plowing through it, getting blow outs, then going out of 
control. It was awful!" 

Connie was really stunned. His story was preposterous, of course, but she 
wanted so much to believe it, so much not to believe that he'd been with 
another woman. 

Bill was looking at her strangely, as if gauging the success of his big lie. 
In a way, he didn't want her to believe him, he wanted her to tell him he 
was full of it. 

Bill felt an awful guilt over what he'd done that evening, a guilt that he 
hadn't had a hint of until he'd seen his wife's lovely face. Before he'd 
walked into the house, into her warm smooth arms, he'd thought that it'd 
been the blonde who'd been degraded, that he'd been the aggressor, the 
ravisher, but now he realized that just the opposite was true. He had 
submitted to her, submitted himself to her perverted lusts, degraded himself 
repeatedly fucking her up the ass. And even more painful to him than the 
knowledge that he'd shamed himself, was the certainty that he'd tainted 
Connie as well, that he'd debased their relationship by his actions. 

"Bill, honey, I'm so glad that you're all right," she said, slipping her 
arms around him again, hugging him to her svelte breasts. 'That's all that 
matters." 

He grimaced. He wanted to confess his wrong-doing to her, to get it off his 
chest, but something was making him hold back. Fear? Fear that she'd leave 
him? 

"I've been wanting to get you all to myself like this for so long," Connie 
said, nuzzling her supple breasts into his side. "We haven't shared 
anything, Bill, not really, for a couple of months. I need you so much." 

Bill opened his mouth, the much-repeated words automatically coming to his 
tongue, but he couldn't say them. He couldn't tell her for the hundredth 
time that he was too busy at the office, too much pressure there for him to 
be able to think about sex with her. Sex, that's what she meant by "sharing" 
something. She meant out and out fucking and for the past two months, he'd 
been too busy fucking other women to bother with her, with her needs. 

"There, there," he said, patting her on the shoulder. 

"I need to know that you need me, too," she said, her eyes full of 
desperation. 

Bill looked across the living room at the jagged hole in the wall. "One hell 
of a mess," he said. 

"What?" 

"The wall," he said, lying again. "The wall is a total wreck." 

"I don't care about the wall," Connie told him, her fingers sliding up the 
inside of his thigh, up over the long, rubbery length of his flaccid cock. 
She gave his penis a tender squeeze. "All I care about is you." 

Bill fought back the urge to moan as his cock flexed against her grip. He 
couldn't spring another hard on! His cock would split in two! His balls 
would shrivel up like raisins in their hairy bag! 

"This feels good, doesn't it, Bill?" she asked, moving her fingers up and 
down over the length of the twitching rod. "I haven't forgotten how to make 
you happy, have I?" 

He'd jumped out of the frying pan right into the fire. If he told her it 
hurt like hell, she would take it wrong, think she was clumsy, incompetent. 
If he told her that, it would hurt her feelings something terrible. But if 
he told her the truth, that his balls ached because he'd just got through 
ass-fucking another woman, she'd go right through the ceiling. 

"Of course, it feels good," he said, clenching his teeth, turning his head 
to the side so she couldn't see the pained expression on his face. 

"Oooh, and it's getting bigger!" she cried enthusiastically, working her 
fingers faster, pulling, tugging on the thickening rod jammed down the 
inside of his trouser leg. 

She didn't have to tell Bill that. He could feel his cock hardening and with 
every throb, every pulse, the awful, nut-busting ache grew. It felt like his 
testicles were caught up in a vise and the jaws were slowly being cranked 
shut. 

Connie, for her part, was so excited by the sight, the feel of his growing 
erection that she was oblivious to his discomfort. She had been dreaming 
about a big, thick cock for so long and there it was, right there under her 
fingers, hotly pulsing, eager to push up into her belly, to fill the awful 
emptiness of her cunt with its tremendous girth, to fill the void with his 
hotly sloshing cum. 

"I want to see it," she cooed, unzipping his trousers and shoving her hand 
inside. 

Bill stiffened as he felt her hot little fingers circling his turgid meat. 
His cock stiffened, too, and she had a heck of a time trying to get it up 
and out of his open fly. The main problem was that it was too hard to bend 
in the middle, and it positively had to bend if she was to pull it out. As 
she tried to squirm his penis free, her palm rubbed incitefully over the 
rigid shaft, sending flurries of pleasure racing down his cock. The pleasure 
only lasted for an instant, though. As the flurries rushed down over his 
balls, they were instantly translated into excruciating pain. 

"Oww!" he cried, shifting his hips, lifting them up to take the strain off 
his bulging penis. 

"Oh! I'm sorry," Connie said. "I didn't mean to be so rough. Here, let me 
pull your pants down, that way I won't have to bend it to get it out." 

To Bill's dismay, his pretty wife wriggled his trousers down, then his 
underwear, and his much-used penis flipped straight up, quivering violently. 

"God! I've never seen it so red!" Connie gasped. "Is something the matter 
with it?" 

He bit his lower lip. Then, he shook his head. "It's fine, just fine," he 
said. 

"Mmmmmm, and it's so big, too!" she said, delightedly, sliding her smooth 
fingers up the lust-bloated shaft, gently caressing the stony hard pillar of 
his manhood. 

Bill shut his eyes tight. She was gripping his cock! She was starting to 
pump her fist up and down it, starting to slide the loose outer sheath up 
and down over the rock hard inner bone, the horribly aching bone. 

"I need it so much, so much," she panted, anxiously shifting her thighs 
together as she sat next to him on the couch. Connie was getting hot, all 
right, hotter than a firecracker. She could feel the lips of her vagina 
beginning to swell, to pucker out from her mound, she could feel the heavy, 
pungently scented moisture of her pussy start to leak out, to smear over the 
insides of her thighs. 

Caught up in a fantasy of her own device, Connie began to move, to do the 
thing that she'd dreamed of doing for months. She wanted to kiss her 
husband's hugely erect cock, to lick and suck it until he was as wild with 
excitement as she was, to taste the powerful flavor of his hot semen in her 
mouth, to lap daintily at the hairy, wrinkled orbs of his testicles. It was 
an act of total subservience on her part, a thing that both attracted and 
repelled her. 

Bill didn't believe his eyes when he saw her lower her face to his 
blood-thickened penis. It was a thing she'd done before, of course, but only 
after much coaxing on his part. Now, she was doing it on her own, doing it 
as if she really wanted to feel his cock in her mouth. 

She planted a moist, open-mouthed kiss right on the domed tip of his cock, 
playfully sliding the tip of her tongue down into his vent, then starting to 
shower the whole, ruddy length of his thick fleshed penis with frantic, 
hungry kisses. She couldn't seem to get enough of the feel of his hotly 
throbbing meat against her lips, her tongue, enough of the powerful, male 
animal smell of his loins. She kissed all the way down to his hard 
testicles, then back up to the snout, moaning softly the whole time. 

It was only when she opened her mouth wider, when she pushed the head of his 
cock into her warm, wet mouth that the horror hit Bill. It didn't matter 
that he'd scrupulously scrubbed his cock before leaving the blonde's 
apartment; it didn't matter that there was no real cause for concern. All 
that mattered was that his pretty, innocent wife was taking the thing in her 
mouth, the huge cock that had so recently bored up into a tight, feminine 
rectum, a stranger's rectum. The thought was so vile to him, so unspeakably 
obscene that he couldn't bear it. 

"No!! " he howled, roughly shoving her face up, pushing her greedily sucking 
lips from his bulbous cockhead. 

Connie couldn't believe that he meant it. She thought that he was pushing 
her away because he thought that she really didn't want to suck him, because 
he thought that she was doing it to be a martyr. 

"I want it, Bill," she said, her voice a rasping, gasping sound. 

Before he could react, she pushed her head back down, jamming the enormous 
cockhead between her lips, forcing fully one third of his lengthy shaft down 
her throat. 

"No!! ! " he snarled, his hips squirming automatically as the delicious 
tightness of her throat enclosed his hulking erection. "No, damn you!! " He 
put the edge of his palm against her forehead and shoved her off of him. 

Connie struggled to maintain her position, but it was useless. He was too 
strong. The big, swollen knob popped from her lips, gleaming with her 
viscous slobber. 

"What's wrong?! " she cried, the desperation in her voice as well as her 
eyes. "Did I do something wrong?! 

Why don't you want me to have it?! ! Bill, tell me!! I want to suck you. I 
want to suck your big cock, but you won't let me! Why, Bill?! ! Why?! ! ! " 

"You don't want to know," he said, bitterly. 

"I do! I've got to know! I'm going crazy!" 

Bill was suddenly filled with a kind of strange anger, an anger mostly at 
himself, but also at his wife, at the woman whom he felt had forced him into 
botching things so terribly by the years of semi-frigidity, who had driven 
him into the streets to look for the kind of sex he craved. 

"Why can't I have it?! ! " she bawled. 

Bill's cock pulsed anxiously, quivering as it stood straight up from his 
hairy loins. It had no brain, no conscience; it couldn't understand why he 
wasn't letting her go down on it, either. 

"You wouldn't want it if you knew where it'd just been," he said, glaring at 
her. 

Connie flinched as if he'd struck her full in the face. "What?" she said. 

"You heard me. You heard me the first time." 

A lump the size of a basketball rose in her throat. All of her fears about 
losing her husband, about his tom-catting around were true. There was no 
gentle lie to hide behind. No glass truck accident, no late night meeting 
with a client. Bill had been screwing another woman, screwing her with that 
same luridly erect penis that swayed like a hooded cobra over his 
hair-tufted loins. 

"Bastard!" she hissed. 

Bill just stared at her, looking at her like she was some kind of insect, 
instead of a sexy, desirable young woman. 

"How could you do that to me?! ! " she sobbed. 

It was the very question he had been asking himself ever since he walked 
into the house. 

"How could you not make love to me and go out and give it all to some 
whore?! ! " 

Bill shifted uneasily on the sofa. He wanted her to shut up, to shut up 
before he really let her have it. But she wouldn't or couldn't. 

"What kind of a man are you?! ! " she cried, her face twisted by her fury 
and humiliation. 

"More man than you can handle," he said, viciously. 'Too fucking much man 
for you, baby." 

Connie stiffened. 

"That's right," he went on, his anger building as he spoke, "it hurts, 
doesn't it? The truth hurts! I just got sick of screwing a goddam corpse 
once a week. I've only got one life, baby, and I'll be goddamed if I'll 
waste it like that." 

"But, Bill.. . " 

"Shut up! I don't want to hear about your sudden change of heart! All of a 
sudden, you wake up one morning and you discover you've got a cunt! Bull 
shit! You're just kidding yourself and you're not kidding me. You're a 
fucking cold fucking fish, Connie, and you'll always be." 

If there was a tender spot, a weakness in Connie's armor, in her psyche, he 
had just found it, just brutally ripped into it. Her own self-doubts about 
herself, about her sudden urges to fuck and suck, welled up inside of her, 
overwhelming her. 

"Get out!! " she screamed at him, jumping up from the sofa. "You get the 
hell out of this house! Out of my life!! " Bill glared at her, at the way 
she was pointing at the front door. 

"I mean it, Bill!" she told him. "Get out! We're finished! Through! I want a 
divorce, the sooner the better." 

He swallowed hard. 

"If you don't get your dirty, nasty cock out of here in five seconds," she 
said, "I'm going to call the police and report you as a prowler." 

"They'll never buy that," he said. 

"No, but it'll raise one hell of a stir in the neighborhood, I guarantee 
that," she said. "And I know they'll kick your ass around a little for me, 
if I ask them real nice." 

Bill shook his head. He doubted whether the cops would rough him up; he 
doubted that they'd keep him from staying in his own house, but that wasn't 
the point. The point was, he didn't want to stay with Connie, not any more. 
He wanted to go as badly as she wanted him to go. He wanted out from under 
the guilt, away from her accusing stare. 

"All right," he said, slowly rising to his feet, carefully pushing his 
tender, rapidly softening penis back into the front of his trousers. "All 
right, I'll go." 

"You can go back to your whore, think on the bright side," she snapped. 

"I didn't want it to be like this," he said as he opened the door. 

"That's a laugh," she said, bitterly. 

"No, I mean it, Connie," he told her. "Somehow things just got all mixed up, 
our lines got crossed somewhere." 

Connie could tell that he was trying to make up to her and she wouldn't have 
it. He'd betrayed her and she couldn't stand the sight of him. 

"Get out, you worm!" she shouted at the much-bigger man. She gave him a 
shove that caught him off-balance, that sent him staggering back through the 
open door. "And don't ever come back!! " 

Connie slammed the door so hard in his face that all the windows in the 
house rattled in their frames. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

When Connie came downstairs the next morning to let the construction workers 
in, she was cross and irritable from the lack of sleep she'd gotten the 
night before. The empty house had thoroughly spooked her. She'd thought 
every noise, every creak was something coming to get her. She caught herself 
praying that Bill would come back, that he'd get into bed with her and 
protect her, but he didn't. He stayed out all night long. When she thought 
about who he was with, where he'd probably stayed, it made her madder than a 
wet hen. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Ja. . . " Luke said, stopping in mid-word as he looked 
down at what she was wearing. 

"Is something wrong?" she asked, pulling the short, hot pink, terry cloth 
robe tighter about her waist. 

"No, ma'am!" Rod said, enthusiastically, leering over his brother's broad 
shoulder at her long, smooth legs, at the exquisite narrowness of her waist 
and the jutting, sensuous swell of her hips and breasts. 

Connie was surprised to discover that she wasn't the least bit embarrassed. 
She hadn't consciously thought about what she was or wasn't wearing when 
she'd come down to answer the bell. That she didn't have a stitch on under 
the robe was painfully apparent to the three men. Let them look, she 
thought. Let them eat their grubby little hearts out! 

"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come in?" she said, 
nastily. 

"Come in! Come in!! " Tom said, pushing his brothers through the doorway 
ahead of him. He licked his lips as he eyeballed Connie's luscious, firm 
curves. 

"Uhh, we didn't see your husband's car in the driveway," Rod said, giving 
Tom a nudge with his elbow. "Did he leave early today or what?" 

Connie frowned at him. On an impulse, she said, "My husband had to go out of 
town on business. He won't be back until the day after tomorrow." 

Tom gave Rod a nudge back. 

Connie could see their boyish kidding around. She wasn't bothered by it or 
alarmed. Guys did that sort of stuff when they wanted to pump themselves up. 
If they wanted to kid themselves into thinking that they had a chance with 
her now that Bill was gone, that was their dumb mistake. 

"If you don't have any more important questions," she said, pausing for 
effect, "I guess you can go ahead and start work." 

"Yes, ma'am!" Rod said, shoving past Tom and starting to sort lumber. 

Tom lumbered over to the table saw and turned his back to her, but Luke just 
stood there, staring her right in the eye. For a second, Connie felt like he 
was trying to hypnotize her, like she was a little bird and he was a snake. 
She felt horribly vulnerable to him, to his handsome face, his muscular 
body. What his eyes told her in no uncertain terms was that he would know 
how to treat her, know how to accept the passion and lust that was boiling 
up ip inside of her, begging to be released. 

She tore her gaze from his, turned and started up the stairs without saying 
a word to him her heart madly pounding up under her chin. She Hadn't planned 
anything, but it was all working out. Luke was standing at the foot of the 
stairs as she ascended. He had to be able to see in under the hem of her 
short robe, to be able to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She 
thought she could practically feel his eyes burning over the firm, round 
contours of her cheeky buttocks, over the ruff of coppery colored hair that 
jutted out between them. She was showing him everything she had, flaunting 
herself at him shamelessly. He could see right between her thighs, see the 
tender pink lips of her vagina, lips begging to be fondled, teased. 

Connie thought for sure he would say something, make some sound, clear his 
throat, something, giving her an excuse to pause, to turn towards him, to 
make the invitation, but he didn't. She walked up the last three stairs and 
continued on down the upstairs hallway like a robot. 

That she had exposed herself to him like that, and been rejected cut her to 
the core. Though she hadn't planned it, though her intentions hadn't been 
clear even to her before, they were clear then. She wanted to fuck Luke 
Gruber, to fuck him like he'd never been fucked before, to use Luke Gruber 
to get back at her faithless husband, to use Luke Gruber to get the kind of 
deep satisfaction that she so desperately needed. 

She marched into the bathroom and closed the door, reaching in to the shower 
stall and turning on the hot water. She wanted to cry, but she could not. 
She was all cried out from the night before. She slipped out of the robe and 
got into the shower, letting the hot, stinging spray wash over her tingling 
nipples, her burning belly. A kind of rapture came over her, a rapture 
induced by the steady caress of the shower spray on her tenderest parts. She 
could almost imagine that it was a pair of hot, ravenous lips nibbling at 
her breasts, her tummy. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing brought her out of her 
daydream with a jolt. "Who is it?! ! What do you want?! ! " she cried, 
shutting off the shower. 

"It's just me, Luke," the man said. 

There were no towels in the shower stall, so Connie had nothing to cover 
herself with. She opened the sliding glass shower door a crack and peered 
out at him. 

"What are you doing in here?! " she demanded. 

Luke wasn't looking at her face. He was looking at the shape of her naked 
body through the distorted glass of the shower door. 

"I came to help you out," he said. 

A shiver rippled down Connie's spine. "Wh-what do you mean?! " she said. 
"What are you talking about?" 

Luke smirked at her. "I'm talking about giving you what you need," he said. 
"A woman like you, a woman with a fine body and a pretty face, needs lots of 
attention. If you were mine, let me tell you, I'd chain you to the bedpost 
and . . . " 

"I beg your pardon!" 

The carpenter made a face. He wondered if maybe he hadn't misjudged this 
sexy young woman, if maybe she wasn't really indignant at his intrusion, if 
maybe she didn't really want to roll in the hay with him. Then, he thought 
about what he'd seen under her robe and he knew that she wanted it. She just 
wanted to play games, he told himself. That was fine with him, so long as he 
got what he wanted. 

"No offense, lady," he said, changing tactics. "I just meant that it seems 
like a crying shame that a woman with a body like yours has to be alone, 
ever." 

Connie was flattered, despite herself. So, he did like her body! She felt 
satisfaction at the thought that she could turn on this ruggedly handsome, 
macho carpenter. And instead of Luke being the assertive one, the one who 
made her nervous and awkward, he was the clumsy one, bumbling in the face of 
her sexy beauty. She felt another shiver race up her spine. On an impulse, a 
deliciously wicked impulse, she pushed the shower door back and stepped out 
onto the bathroom floor, giving the astonished man a real look at all her 
lush body had to offer. 

"Man, oh, man!" Luke groaned. "You are something! Something else!" 

The naked redhead, seemingly unashamed, stood before him boldly, the water 
beading on her silky skin, rolling in crystal clear rivulets down her arms, 
down over the peaks of her supple, up-thrusting breasts. Her nipples 
hardened under his leering gaze and the pretty young woman felt her own 
libido start to boil. 

"See anything you like?" she asked, mockingly. 

Luke's eyes were on her breasts, then they began to slowly descend, 
following the smooth flat plane of her tummy, past her deep, dimpled navel 
to the fluffy wet vee of her pubic hair. He could just barely make out the 
faint pink line of her pussy beneath the tendrils of coppery hair and he 
felt his cock beginning to stiffen under his trousers as he imagined how 
that cunt of hers would taste . . . fresh and clean from the shower, tangy 
with musky, pungent flavor of her arousal. 

"Are you kidding me?" he said. 

"Now, would I kid you, Luke?" she answered, feeling very sexy, very 
confident of herself. 

The carpenter grinned. "I sure do like those big, beautiful tits of yours," 
he said, leering at them. "What would you say to my taking one of your hot 
little nipples in my mouth for a little suck?" 

His crudeness started her. She blushed crimson and a part of her, the 
shredded fragment of her decency, her sense of right and wrong, cried out 
for her to stop before it was too late. But she had already gone too far. 
She could see the massive hardening bulge of his cock pushing out at the 
front of his pants and she knew that he wanted to fuck her. She also knew 
that she wanted, no, she had to have that big cock of his buried deep in her 
belly. 

Meekly, like a child offering a precious toy to another to share, she took 
her left breast in hand and lifted it, offering it up to him in a gesture of 
unmistakable subservience and humility. 

Luke didn't wait for a more formal invitation. He immediately lowered his 
head to her breasts, taking her hand in his and closing his lips over the 
hot, crinkly bud of her nipple. His tongue swirled over her soft, stubby 
nipple-flesh and he could feel the rose pink nubbin harden even further in 
the moist heat of his mouth. 

"Ooooh, Luke!" she cooed to him, her hand slipping around behind his head to 
cradle it tenderly as his lips and tongue encircled her bare breast. 'That 
feels sooo goooood!" 

Suddenly, Luke's other hand darted between her thighs and worked ruthlessly 
upward until his fingers closed over the pouting moist folds of her pussy. 

"Mmmmmm, yessss! Squeeze it! Squeeze my pussy!! " she moaned ecstatically. 

Luke had more in mind than just feeling it. He dropped to his knees there on 
the bathroom floor and slipped both his hands behind her back, grasping 
hungrily at the firm, fleshy cheeks of her naked buttocks. 

"Oh, God! God!! ! " Connie bawled as she felt him push his face between her 
thighs, wedging them further apart. "God, yes! Yes, eat my pussy! Eat my hot 
pussy!! " 

He dug his fingers into the supple softness of her ass-cheeks and pressed 
his mouth to her hair-fringed cunt, his tongue sweeping out of his mouth and 
hotly laving the moist, sweet-tasting furrow of her pussy. 

His nose tingled as it burrowed through the fleecy curls of her cunt and he 
could feel her shudder with fast-rising passion every time his tongue passed 
over the nerve laden, throbbing bud of her clitoris. 

"Yes, yes . . . yes!! " she moaned again and again. "Lick it, Luke! Lick my 
pussy harder! Deeper!! " Her lovely head rolled about on her shoulders and 
her wet hair clung to the sides of her face and she clutched at the 
carpenter's head, holding his handsome face tight to the fervent heat of her 
unquenched pussy. 

Luke took a few more lascivious swipes at her puckering slit, then he pulled 
his face away from her warm crotch. 

"Oh!" she groaned in disapproval, still clutching his hair and trying to 
pull his mouth back to her seething, oozing loins. "Oh, don't stop! Not 
now!! ! " 

He grinned at her. "I got a better way, baby," he said. "You squat down over 
me. There, like that. You got it. Just sit on old Luke's face, baby, and I 
swear I'll lick that tight cunt of yours until you scream." 

Luke lay flat on his back on the bathroom floor as We dropped to her knees, 
trembling with girlish enthusiasm, but blushing with shame and surprise as 
she did this wickedly wanton thing with him. She had never done anything 
like this before, not even with Bill . . . never had she lowered herself 
wantonly onto a man's lips and tongue like this, giving herself in total, 
slave-like submission. 

"My pussy! God, my pussy!! " she babbled mindlessly as she lowered her naked 
fork onto his hotly kissing, sucking lips and his deeply probing tongue. 

Luke grunted up into the softly crushing warmth of her sticky wet pussy. He 
was in heaven! He was kissing the cunt of the employer, kissing the cunt of 
the stuck up little bitch who'd been giving him such a hard time! He went 
about his salacious work with the frenzy of a maniac as the naked young wife 
squirmed and wriggled over him, groaning and whimpering with animal lust. 

His tongue seemed a foot thick and a yard long as it hotly laved the 
sizzling furrow of her pussy, lashing over every inner ridge and valley, 
rasping against the pearly node of her clitoris, driving her absolutely wild 
with desire. 

Connie felt his wiggling under her and she heard the faint metallic sound of 
a zipper being opened. There was no doubt in her mind what was to come next. 
First, he had kissed and sucked and licked her most secret place, hotly 
tongued the hidden, hair fringed slit of her pussy, and now he was going to 
fuck her, now he was going to use that big cock of his on her cunt. 

She wailed mournfully as her mind reeled with the torturous realization of 
her wanton infidelity, but she was powerless now; there was no way to stop 
things. She had gone too far. She had wanted to see her dreams brought to 
life, and now the dream had taken; she was out of control. 

"Check this out, baby," Luke said. "Look behind you. Look at what I got." 

Connie's eyes were full of hot tears, tears of shame, but she did as he 
asked and turned her head, focusing on the upraised, lurid hugeness of his 
naked penis. She gasped. It was absolutely enormous! Much, much bigger than 
her husband's! Since she'd never seen any other man's cock, she'd had 
nothing to compare Bill's to. Now that she saw what a real man's cock looked 
like, she was filled with a sudden panic. 

"No! God, no! I can't!" she blurted out, afraid now that she couldn't 
possibly handle all that rigid meat. 

Luke wasn't interested in her problem. He was busy wriggling out of his 
pants. He removed his underwear, too, so that he lay completely naked under 
her, except for his heavy construction worker's boots. The hair on his upper 
body and especially his chest, was very thick, like Bill's, only a brown 
color instead of black. Luke looked like a powerful, muscular ape-man with a 
gorgeous all over tan. His massive penis arched up from his furry loins like 
a ruddy, up-curving lance, every vein, every sinew bulging. 

"Come on, baby," he said to her. "You know you want it as much as I want to 
give it to you . . . all of it. Hurry up, move that sweet, silky ass of 
yours back and get up on it. I want to see you ride! Ride my big dick!" 

Connie closed her eyes in humiliation and despair, shaking her head from 
side to side. "No," she murmured. "No, no, no." 

Though she told herself that she couldn't do what he asked, that when it 
came right down to the nitty gritty she was as pure as the driven snow, her 
body had other ideas. Her hips and limbs seemed to be possessed of some much 
more powerful spirit than hers, a spirit that compelled her to answer his 
lustful invitation. Slowly, she felt herself moving backward, along his 
bare, hairy chest, feeling his fur tickling her inner thighs, shaking her 
head and continuing to tell herself that she wasn't going to do it. 

"That's it," Luke coaxed her. "Just a little more. Tip it up just a little 
bit. That's it!" 

Connie was leaning so far forward that he could reach her hot breasts with 
his lips and tongue and he kissed them, first one, then the other, each 
gentle kiss punctuated with a darting flick of his long thick tongue, a 
splaying swipe that swirled over her nipples and brought new cries of shame 
and despair to her trembling lips. 

"Luke, no! No, don't make me!! " she begged. But even to her the words 
sounded hollow and false. She started to sob softly, hating herself for what 
she was about to do. 

Luke knew that she was kidding herself, too. He could tell by the awesome 
heat that radiated from her belly. She was hot as a firecracker and ready 
for his cock. 

He grabbed his stiffened penis and eased the bulbous, blood-engorged head of 
it along the moist flinging slit of her pussy. She groaned in wanton 
surrender as she felt the warm moist lips of her cunt hungrily nibbling at 
the blood filled tip of his enormous cock, sucking at him, ravenously 
pulling his lust-quenching virility into the burning, sticky heat of her 
vagina. 

Her lips trembled and her body shook with the overpowering fury of her 
adulterous passion. Then, like a bursting damn, a torrent of long-suppressed 
lust exploded from her throat. 

"Oh, yes!! Dammit, yes!! I can't stand it! Fuck me!! Fuck me good and hard, 
you animal! Fuck me until I cum! Fuck me until I scream!! " she wailed, her 
eyes tightly closed and tears of humiliation trickling down over her 
blushing cheeks. 

"Sit, baby!" she barked at her. "Sit down, push down with that tight ass! 
Push!! " 

The naked married redhead grunted ecstatically as she lowered herself onto 
the skewering pole of his upraised erection. Luke met her movement with an 
upward thrust that sank the bloated head of his cock into the mouth of her 
wet vagina. 

"Aaaaaghhhh! Tooo big!! " she gasped, her eyes suddenly bulging open. Though 
she was in obvious pain, she was wriggling like a bug on a pin, going out of 
her mind as the huge bulb drove deeper and deeper into her unprotected cunt, 
as he bucked viciously up from the bathroom floor, attempting to sink every 
throbbing inch of his long hard cock between her softly trembling pussy 
lips. 

His stiff prick surged up into her belly in a deep, gut-wrenching thrust 
that jolted the breath from her lungs. It felt like he was driving a 
fencepost up her pussy!! Deeper and deeper, he plowed into her, much deeper 
than her husband had ever gone. And even more horrible, more wonderful than 
that was the girth of his cock, the girth that stretched the walls of her 
pussy as they'd never been stretched, that ironed out every wrinkle and fold 
from her cunt. She knew that she'd never be the same inside after he was 
done with her, that he was ruining her for any other man, for her own 
husband! 

He pulled her down onto his naked, hairy chest, kissing her hungrily on the 
lips, his tongue swirling deep into her mouth striving to slip down her 
throat, still moistly pungent from the musk of her pussy. She kissed him 
back, wallowing in the lewd taste of her own cunt! They played tug of war 
with their tongues as she ground her naked buttocks down salaciously on his 
up-thrust erection, fervent breaths hissing through her nostrils as she 
worked more and more frantically above him. Up and down, up and down, she 
humped, lifted her behind just until the bulbous, purplish tip of his cock 
remained between her widely splayed pussy lips, and then with a squeal of 
excitement, she sank back down, letting all her weight fall on the bloated 
head, letting it drive his cock up into her, her pussy spiraling down the 
glistening hard erection until her buttocks pressed eagerly into his 
hair-matted pelvis. 

He reached both hands behind her ass and pried the cheeks of her buttocks 
wide apart, making his skewering, hurtful penetration even deeper. 

"Owww!" Connie shrilled as her horribly stretched pussy lips squeaked down 
even further on his massive cock. But her cry of pain soon gave over to a 
lewd mewl of lustful pleasure. "It's so deep!! So deep in my pussy! God, I 
love it!! I love it!! " 

Luke leered up at her ecstatic face, her flushed cheeks. His big cock was 
gliding in and out of her pussy like it was on ball bearings. The tender, 
clasping walls milking at his engorged manhood, teasing the waves of 
pleasure from it. It was good, all right, good to be fucking into this stuck 
up rich bitch's tight pussy, good to hear her sloppy wet cunt sputtering and 
farting as his enormous member plowed in and out, but it was going to be 
better, much better! 

He let the tip of his index finger tease down deeper into her asscrack, down 
until he could feel the slippery, puckering lips of her vagina nursing on 
his pistoning penis. He moistened his finger in the copious lubricant, his 
spine tingling as he considered what he was about to do to her. 

He moved his stiffened finger between the soft fleshy halves of her ass, 
warm and tender like the halves of a freshly-buttered roll. Before she could 
cry out in indignant protest, he pushed his wet finger right into the tight, 
hairless grip of her rectum, pushing hard as the digit popped between the 
muscled lips of her anus. 

"Uhhhhghhhh!! That hurts! It hurts in my ass!" she bawled. 

That was what Luke had intended. He wanted to hurt, to humiliate this 
lusciously beautiful woman, to degrade her, to teach her things about 
herself that she didn't want to know. To that end, he held his finger still 
in her ass and continued to fuck up into her cunt, making sure that the 
upper surface of his cock rasped over her tender clitoral bud. 

Connie couldn't help herself. Though she fought against the urge to keep on 
humping him, humping despite the lewd intrusion into her secret anus, she 
couldn't keep her hips from moving with him. In seconds, she was working 
down and back against the two-pronged thrill of his finger and cock with 
renewed wanton excitement. 

He worked his finger in and out of the incredibly tight grip of her anus in 
perfect rhythm with his deeply thrusting cock. The two members were 
separated only by the thin membrane between her two holes and through it he 
could feel the virile strength of his own erection as it surged deeply into 
her belly, bringing her closer and closer to the screaming peak of her 
long-awaited orgasm. 

All of Connie's consciousness was centered on her plundered crotch, on the 
two hard-driving probes that kept jackhammering into it. This stranger, this 
animal, was using her brutally, callously, in a way that her husband would 
never even have thought of and she was responding to it, gasping, hunching 
like a wild woman, hell bent for climax. 

Then it hit her. Her whole body went rigid, anus and cuntal sphincters 
clamping down hard on the thrusting members, as the wave of joy lifted her, 
as the mind-shattering explosions between her obscenely squirming thighs 
began. 

"God!! ! Oh, God!! Luke!! Luke, I'm cumming!! You're making me . . . making 
me . . . CUM!! ! " she screamed at the top of her lungs, as if she wanted to 
bring the whole neighborhood in on her secret passion. She pumped 
frantically up and down, working the big cock through her fluttering 
channel, working so hard that her succulent young breasts jiggled and 
jounced all over her chest. 

Luke felt the breath leave her lungs. He felt her whole body begin to throb 
and quake as he held her tightly with one hand on the small of her 
sweat-misted back. He had accomplished what he'd set out to do, he had made 
her cum, warmed her up. Now he could have some pleasure, himself. He let the 
delicious milking spasms of her orgasming pussy suck and tease at his huge 
cockshaft, suck and tease the climax from his semen-swollen testicles. 

"That's it, baby," he crooned to the writhing, grunting woman. "Fuck me! 
Fuck my cock!" 

Connie whined animalishly and twisted her hips harder, eager to please, so 
eager to please, working his luridly pulsing shaft over the trembling walls 
of her pussy. 

A flicker of ecstasy exploded in Luke's cock head. He didn't try to hold 
back; he let it happen. There wasn't any question about cumming up into the 
rich bitch's cunt, about flooding it with his hot sperm. She was his. His to 
do with as he pleased. 

"Shit! Shit!! " he croaked as his cock suddenly began to flex and jerk 
against the slithery grip of her cuntal walls, as his tumescent balls sent a 
boiling gush of semen surging up the turgid pipe of his cock, sent it 
spurting up high into her quaking belly. 

"Uhhh! Uhhh-YEEEE!! " she squealed as the huge penis gushed hot cum into her 
pussy, each succeeding spray making her scream louder, more frantically. It 
was that hot gushing fluid, that steamy male goo pouring into her soft pussy 
that made her know that she'd truly been had, been fucked. Moaning over and 
over, torn between shame and ecstasy, she collapsed across him. 

If Luke noticed her state of mind, he did not show it by his actions. He 
continued to ruthlessly thrust his hips up from the floor, to jam his 
spurting cock up into her softly quivering cunt, to fuck through the 
moisture beaded, puckering fissure of her orgasming vagina. 

Only when he was totally sated, when the last drop of semen had been sent 
hurtling up into her cunt, did he stop his animalish rutting. He slumped 
down flat on the bathroom floor, panting hard from his exertions. 

"So tight, so fucking tight," he babbled, his lewdly inserted finger still 
working, screwing into her tiny nether hole. 

Slowly, Connie lifted her sweat-misted nakedness from him, her 
still-trembling belly, and as she did she felt a great rush of their mixed 
juices, her crystal clear lubricant and his thick white sperm, come rushing 
out around his rapidly wilting shaft. It poured down over the root of the 
softening cock, soaking his pelvis, his testicles, clinging in white 
droplets to his thick pubic hair. 

She lifted her pussy up high enough to make his cock plop free. It flopped 
like a length of over-cooked sausage to his thigh, trailing a long, 
glistening dribble of obscenely white cum. When she reached around behind 
her bottom to grab his hand, to pull his still-fucking finger from her sore 
rectum, he jammed his digit in to the knuckle and held it there. 

"Owww!" she cried, wincing at the pain. "Owww!! That's enough!" 

Luke leered up at her, rudely corkscrewing his finger over the hot, rubbery 
walls of her nether passage. 

"Not quite, baby, not quite," he said. 

Connie didn't understand. She knew she'd satisfied him. She knew that she'd 
made him cum. The sticky evidence was dripping from the wetly parted mouth 
of her vagina, trickling down the inside of her smooth slender thighs like 
streusel frosting. What more could he want from her?! She knew she didn't 
want any more from him. The whole inside of her pussy felt horribly 
battered, horribly abused, bruised. 

"I want you to stop that!! " she whimpered, trying once again to pry his 
finger from her anus. 

"We've only just got started, baby," Luke said. "The fun's only just begun. 
We're going to have us a party today, a real hoot. And you're gonna love it, 
I promise. You're gonna get more cock than you ever dreamed possible." 

A shiver raced up Connie's spine. "I don't.. . " she began, shaking her head 
slowly. 

"All right, you guys!" Luke shouted. "You can come in now! The lady of the 
house is receiving guests!! " 

To Connie's horror the bathroom door suddenly pushed open and the two other 
Gruber brothers stuck their evilly grinning faces in. They openly leered at 
the pinkly parted lips of her pussy, at the thick male finger-delving deep 
between her round, firm buttocks. 

"I thought you'd never ask!" Rod said, reaching for his zipper. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Bill James sat behind his desk, wondering what the hell Connie was doing at 
that minute, wondering if she was still mad at him, if by now she might not 
be ready to take him back. For the hundredth time, he picked up the phone to 
call her. For the hundredth time, he put it down, unable to dial, not 
wanting to know, afraid that he already knew the answer to his question. 
Connie was not the kind of woman to take infidelity lightly. She was the 
kind of woman who, once deceived, would never trust him, maybe never even 
speak to him again. 

He groaned. He felt like shit warmed over. After being chased out of his own 
house the previous night, he hadn't gone straight to the bed of one of his 
many swinging girl friends as his wife had expected. He was way too 
exhausted, physically and emotionally to go out hunting for more pussy. 
Instead, he went straight to the nearest motel, which happened to be a 
godawful firetrap on a busy main street. The bed was lumpy, the room was ice 
cold, and the lights from passing cars outside swept through the place every 
few seconds, but those weren't the real reasons why Bill couldn't sleep. 

He knew that he'd really screwed up this time. He felt so low, so slimy that 
he couldn't stand it. As he lay there in that much-humped upon bed, he 
wallowed in guilt and self-loathing. He had crushed the only beautiful thing 
in his life, his marriage. Just when his wife was beginning to respond to 
him in the way he'd always dreamed she might, he dumped on her, on himself. 
Bill didn't have to stay in that motel; he could've gotten up and gone to 
another at any time. But he did stay there, as a punishment for what he'd 
done. 

And he was still paying for his crime the next morning. Though he'd shaved 
in his office bathroom and washed his face, he still felt gritty and soiled. 
He wished to hell that he'd had the foresight to grab a clean shirt and 
undershorts before he left home. His skin was all crawly and he knew that he 
had to do something about it. He jabbed his inter-office intercom and said, 
"Miss Perkins, will you please come in my office for a moment?" 

The door to the outer office opened almost at once and the pert, efficient 
executive secretary walked in. Miss Perkins was in her early twenties, sharp 
as a tack and right out of business college. She wore her lustrous, 
shoulder-length brown hair pulled straight back, tight to her head, in a 
bun. Though she had obvious talent and brains, Bill had picked her as his 
secretary primarily for her looks. She was a small girl, but with a perfect, 
hourglass figure and a coolly beautiful face that could've belonged to a 
high fashion model. She was wearing a well-tailored suit in pinstriped gray 
and stacked heel shoes with a strap about the ankles. That strap made her 
legs look even slimmer, sexier. Her wide, sensual mouth was painted in a 
brown-red lipstick as were her pointed fingernails. 

"Yes, Mr. James?" she said, expectantly. 

Bill had picked her for her looks, but he'd never even so much as tried to 
touch her, not once in the year and a half that she'd worked for him. Having 
a beautiful young secretary was a kind of status symbol in the corporation. 
Not that he hadn't been tempted to put the make on her many times. But, each 
time, his fear of being exposed, talked about at the water cooler and in the 
employee cafeteria kept him from acting. Miss Perkins, on the other hand, 
ever the faithful Girl Friday, made it perfectly clear that whatever he 
wanted her for, she was willing. 

"Look, Sue," he said, tiredly. "I had a damned awful night last night and I 
don't think I can make it through the rest of the day without a little 
help." 

Sue gave him a concerned look and moved closer to his desk. "What can I do, 
sir?" she said. 

"I want you to go out right now and buy me a dress shirt," he said. "Size 16 
neck, 33 inch sleeves, in pale blue . . . and a pair of matching boxer 
shorts." 

Sue blinked at him, her big brown eyes huge. Then she caught herself and 
once again she was all business. She dropped her gaze to her steno pad and 
scribbled down his order. 

"Anything else, sir?" she said, when she'd finished. 

"Sue, I need about the strongest pot of coffee you can make," he told her. 
"I mean, mud. Understand?" 

She nodded. "Right away, Mr. James," she said. 

"First, the clothes, then the coffee," he instructed her. 

"Of course," she said. She turned to leave, then paused and turned back. 
There was a look of total compassion on her face. "I don't want to pry, 
sir," she said. "But you're having trouble at home, aren't you?" 

Bill frowned. "I guess the whole company knows, don't they? I should've 
shaved before I came in. When I saw that damned elevator man look at me 
funny, I knew he was going to blab it all over." 

"That's what everyone would've thought," she said, a brave smile turning up 
the corners of her mouth, "if I hadn't passed the word around that your wife 
was ill and that you were up all night tending to her." 

Bill beamed at her. "Sue, you are a real prize," he said. "I mean that." 

"Thank you, sir," she said, showing him her cute dimples. 

When she smiled like that, she looked about sixteen, like a high school girl 
playing grown up. 

"I figured I'd better warn you," she said, "in case someone asked you how 
she was doing." 

"Good thinking," he said, pushing back in his chair. 

Miss Perkins brisked out of the office and closed the door. Bill sat there, 
the afterimage of her tight, round bottom burned into his brain. He had a 
sudden, lewd thought. . . that now that his marriage was down the toilet 
there was nothing stopping him from hitting up on his secretary. He stifled 
the thought and snatched the phone up from its cradle. He couldn't bear the 
uncertainty any longer. He had to find out if there was any hope for Connie 
and him. 

He dialed the number, his heart thudding agonizingly under his chin. The 
phone rang and rang and rang. Finally, he hung up. Connie had to be home. 
And even if she wasn't, the carpenters were supposed to be there. Wrong 
number, he told himself. He must've dialed the wrong number. He dialed 
again, more carefully, and to his dismay the same thing happened: no answer. 

He dropped the phone back down and slumped back. No answer worse than a 
definite answer from her. At least a "go to hell" from her would've put an 
end to things. This way, he had to wonder if she was not answering the phone 
on purpose because she knew it was him calling, or if maybe she was out of 
the house, if maybe, she'd left right after he did, to go to her sister's 
place. If she wasn't home this morning, he reasoned, she couldn't have let 
the carpenters in, which explained why no one picked up the phone. 

There was nothing to do but keep on trying and he did, every five or ten 
minutes. He filled in the in-between time by shuffling the paperwork on his 
desk, making a feeble stab a doing his job. He was on call number seven when 
Miss Perkins knocked on his door, then entered without waiting for him to 
respond. 

"Wow, you really did that fast," he said, putting down the phone. 

"I double-parked in front of the men's store," she said, her cheeks slightly 
flushed from her hurrying. A wisp of her silky brown hair had come loose 
from the bun and hung down along the clean, soft line of her jaw. "Actually, 
it was kind of fun, if you want to know the truth. I sure hope that these 
things fit." 

He took the parcel and opened it. "Fine, Sue, just fine," he told her. She 
absolutely beamed back at him. "Now, I think I could use that super-strong 
coffee." 

"Right away," she said, marching out of the office, her tight little bottom 
swishing. 

After she shut the door, Bill considered immediately putting on the shirt 
and shorts, but decided to make on more stab at calling Connie. He let the 
phone ring fifteen times before he hung up. He looked down at the crisp, 
clean blue shirt and the matching boxer shorts. At least he would get out of 
his sticky, day-old clothes, he thought, undoing his necktie and stripping 
out of his shirt. 

He didn't take the new shirt out of the package, but continued undressing, 
dropping his trousers and then stepping out of them, picking them up and 
folding them on his desk. He had just pulled his underwear down and was 
bending over to free them from his feet when the office door opened again. 
He just froze there, totally nude but for his shoes and socks. 

"I made the pot triple strength," Miss Perkins said as she backed into the 
office, using her shoulder to open the door as her hands were occupied with 
holding the tray that held the coffee pot and cup. It was only when she'd 
turned, kicking the door closed, that she realized her blunder. 

"Oh, my goodness! Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said. She made no move to leave the 
room, but stood there, as frozen in place as he was, her big brown eyes 
darting over the hairy expanse of his manly chest, over the huge, flaccid 
length of his penis, the pendulous bag of his fur-fringed scrotum. 

Bill straightened up. His momentary flush of embarrassment was gone. It 
vanished the second he realized that she wasn't sorry, that she was enjoying 
the show. The look in her eyes told him that, the feral, animalish look of 
feminine lust as she took in his long, limp cock, his hairy loins. If she 
wanted a show, he would damn well give her one! 

"Come here, Sue," he said. "Come over here and put the tray down." 

If Sue Perkins had wanted to leave, had wanted to get away, now was the 
time, now before the hairy, naked man had gone any further. But she didn't 
want to leave. She wanted to stay, to explore the long-suppressed passion 
she'd felt for her boss, her commander. 

"Dammit, you heard me!" he snapped, pointing a finger at the desk, 
indicating where he wanted the tray placed. As she moved to obey him, meek, 
mild, her face brightening with shameful color, he knew that he was going to 
fuck her, that fucking her there in the office was the only thing that was 
going to soothe his pain. 

Sue put the tray down and stood there, not moving back, not moving forward, 
her eyes downcast, still staring at his massive soft cock, his shiny, 
wart-sprinkled scrotum. 

He grinned at her blushing cheeks, at the uncertainty that flickered across 
her pretty face. Then he reached down and wrapped his thick, hairy fingers 
about the flaccid shaft of his penis, lifting it from where it sagged 
against his thigh, pointing the velvety snout up at her. Slowly, he began to 
pump on his cock, to work the loose outer sheath of skin forwards and back, 
to stretch and urge his sleeping giant awake. 

"Oh, my God," she moaned softly, her eyes bulging as she watched him 
masturbate, as she watched his limp cock begin to pulse, to throb, to 
stiffen into jutting, virile hardness. "God! It's so big, so beautiful! 
Bill, I never dreamed . . . " 

"like it, huh?" he said, smirking at her, his hand fondly stroking the heavy 
foreskin of his immense erection. He didn't really need to ask, the 
breathless, wildly, lustful look on her face told him everything. "I bet you 
did dream about it, too." 

"What?" she said, blinking rapidly. 

"I bet you dreamed about this big old cock every night," he told her, 
working his hand harder, faster, making the loose outer skin bunch up behind 
the suddenly flaring, blood-thickened head. "I bet you dreamed about me 
stuffing it up that tight little pussy of yours." 

"Oh," she said, as if he'd punched her in the stomach. Her cheeks were 
touched with rose pink and her breathing was ragged, irregular. The sight of 
him toying so viciously with his long, thick cock was tearing her apart. 

"You'd like that right now, wouldn't you?" he said, letting go of his penis. 
The luridly erect staff stuck up from his hair-matted loins like a great, 
ruddy cobra, swaying back and forth above the fat, semen choked orbs of his 
testicles. 

"God!" she whined, softly, her hand jumping up to cover her mouth. 

"Strip down, Miss Perkins," he told her. "Strip all the way down. I like to 
see what I'm getting." 

like an automaton, she obeyed him, shrugging out of the suit jacket and 
skirt. For a moment, she stood there, clad only in a see-through, tricot 
brassiere, peach-colored half slip and panties. He was surprised to see how 
big her breasts were and how narrow her waist was. She was some kind of 
piece! She unhooked her brassiere and let it slip from the firm, jutting 
cones of her breasts. Her nipples were already crinkled up, sticking out 
from the peaks of her snowy cones like pencil erasers. Then, she pushed down 
the slip and panties and stood before him completely naked. 

"Sonofabitch!" he swore, his eyes greedily licking over the secretary's 
luscious young body. She had a deliciously beautiful belly, flat and 
seductive and it tapered to a perfect pair of hips, sveltely flaring but 
without an extra ounce of fat, and a soft fleecy brown pubic vee that was so 
light and fluffy that it looked like down. 

As he leered at her, his hand automatically went back to his cock, back to 
pumping it. Still blushing, she let her legs flare open suddenly, letting 
them come completely apart, as she showed him the pink, petulant, nearly 
hairless slit of her tight little pussy. 

"Closer," he growled. "Come closer." 

She did so, her lush breasts jiggling slightly, nuzzling together as she 
moved. Without pausing, Bill rammed his hairy hand between her quivering 
thighs, clutching at the fervently heated mound of flesh that was her naked 
cunt. 

"Oh! Ohh!! " she gasped as his single, stiffened finger slithered hotly 
along the tight-lipped slit of her pussy, as the soft pliant folds of her 
cunt flowered eagerly like the first buds of spring on a hot day, nakedly 
opening and offering her boss complete and unquestioned access to the sweet 
secret pleasures of her wanton young pussy. 

The halves of her cunt spread vulnerably apart like the sections of a sweet 
Danish pastry as his finger hotly probed the clasping depths of her cuntal 
wetness. 

"Bill, oh, Bill," she crooned, grabbing at his thick wrist, pulling his hand 
harder against her naked pussy. "It feels so good!" 

It felt good to Bill, too. She was tight as a high school virgin. He had a 
hell of a time getting his finger in and out of her narrow passage at first, 
but then, with the heat of her growing arousal, slick, warm juices began to 
flow from the depths of her belly, lubricating the way for his hard-driving 
finger. And as he worked his finger over the fat pink pearl of her clitoris, 
her legs began to scissor open and shut against his hand, to scissor in an 
obscene motion of naked incitement. He knew she wanted him, wanted him so 
badly she could hardly stand it! 

He kissed her tenderly on the lips, contemplating fucking her right then, 
brutally and without mercy, fucking her until those long, slender legs of 
hers turned to jelly, until she screamed and squealed until her voice went 
hoarse. He contemplated it, but he didn't do it; there was something else he 
wanted first. 

I Ie pushed her back a little and took his hand from her pussy, pulling his 
cock down so the broad, bulbous head pointed right up at her face. "How 
about a little suck, Sue?" he said. "I know you've been dreaming about that, 
too." 

She blushed marvelously as he touched a naked nerve. "No, I couldn't, I 
mean, I never have . . . " she said. 

"I'll teach you," he said, grabbing hold of the back of her neck and pulling 
her face down towards his lap, down towards his lewdly erect cock. He 
pressed the purplish, plum-shaped head of his cock against her soft lips, 
moistening them with the white, oozing fluid that seeped from its slit. 

"Open your mouth, Sue," he coaxed her. "Open your lips and lick it a little. 
You'll love it. I promise, you'll love it." 

Sue gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips wide enough 
for him to slip the bloated head of his cock over her bottom teeth, through 
the softly quivering ring of her lips. She shuddered violently as she felt 
the heaviness, the heat of it pressing down on her tongue and out on the 
insides of her cheeks. 

"That's it, that's it, now just work that hot little tongue of yours around 
some, swirl it. Ohhhhh, yeah. That's it! Faster, now! Suck a little harder!" 

Sue gulped again and again and did as he told her, horribly humiliated by 
what he was demanding of her, but afraid to try and turn back now that she'd 
come this far. She sucked and swallowed again and again around the hotly 
pulsing bulb and as she did, she could feel his manly arousal growing. The 
flow of his pre-cum grew heavier, thicker and when he pressed his open palms 
against the sides of her head, trapping it, she feared that he was going to 
finish it that way, that he was going to shoot his molten cum down her 
throat. 

"Keep on! Don't stop sucking! Just keep on sucking and swallowing!" he 
groaned, starting to fuck into her obscenely ovaled lips with long, deep, 
gagging strokes that bumped chokingly against the back of her mouth. Down 
past his cock, he could see the twin jiggling mounds of her breasts, her 
nipples hard and hot from her excitement, from the thrills she was getting 
from his penis. He was very pleased with her performance so far. If this was 
her first time at giving head, she was a natural born cocksucker! 

Suddenly, Bill let out a loud grunt and his hips bucked lewdly forward, 
jamming the blood-engorged tip of his cock against her throat. Waves of 
pleasure rippled up his madly flexing penis, waves of pleasure followed by 
waves of hot, steamy cum. It surged into her open throat in a white-hot 
torrent. 

Sue gagged and coughed on the incredibly thick and nasty fluid of his 
ejaculation, but he held her head so firmly between his hands that she could 
do nothing but gulp it all down; it was either that or strangle to death on 
it! 

"Drink it down!! " he cried. "Get it all!! " 

Tears brimming in her eyes, tears of shame, of humiliation, she obeyed, 
nursing frantically on the pulsing penis, fighting to stay ahead of the 
steady gushing. Finally, the head stopped throbbing against her lips and 
tongue and it slipped moistly from her mouth, leaving a big gob of semen 
hanging from her bruised lower lip. 

"Lick your lips," he said, leering at her. 

The secretary swept her tongue over her mouth, licking up the gooey blob and 
swallowing it down. No longer was she afraid of what he had to give her. She 
wanted it all. Her head reeled from the nasty, cloying taste of his sperm, 
from the sweaty, musky smell of his loins. She staggered back against the 
edge of the desk, gripping it for support. 

Without a word, Bill gripped her about the waist and hoisted her up, 
planting her naked buttocks on his desk. 

"Ooooof!" she exclaimed as she came down hard, her long, sexy legs splaying 
wide. 

Before she could recover, Bill was putting his hands to the insides of her 
knees, spreading her thighs even further apart, lowering his head between 
them. 

"Bill!" she wailed. "No, please! Please, it's dirty to do that! Please, 
please don't!! " 

He ignored her protests and pressed his face to her open crotch, his lips 
brushing electrifyingly over each warm, moist folds of her pink pussy. He 
gave her the kind of fervent soul kiss that sent rippling chills of 
animalish excitement racing along her naked spine. 

"Oh! Ohh!! ! " she whimpered, her eyes opening wide. 

His lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina 
until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like node of her clitoris, the 
seat of all her pleasure. Feverishly, like a dog burrowing his snout into a 
warm meal, he nosed and tongued his way between her widely splayed thighs, 
his tongue hotly caressing the throbbing, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris 
as she spasmed with frenzied desires beneath his skillful kisses, wildly 
aroused as he hotly laved the naked moist slit of her pussy. He wallowed in 
the fresh, sweet taste, the pungent, slightly funky aroma of the wet furrow 
under his face. 

There on the desktop, her lithe young body shivered and writhed 
uncontrollably as his tongue squirmed peeper and deeper into her pussy 
crevice. A thin line of droplets already rimmed the ragged pink folds of her 
pussy and he could taste their perfume-like delicateness with his laving 
tongue tip as he plunged it into the undulating folds of her cunt and deeply 
speared it into the clasping confines of her vaginal sheath. 

Sue moaned as though he were beating her, but under the hoarse pleading, the 
shrill mewls for mercy, he could sense her true emotion . . . wild, 
abandoned lust. 

Suddenly, Bill lifted his head from between her wildly thrashing thighs, 
pulling his tongue from her wet pussy with a nasty, sloppy slurp. 

"Oh!" she moaned, looking down over her heaving tummy, down as he put his 
hand to his cock, to the long, hard thickness of his erection, the purplish 
head throbbing as his lust-heated blood surged through it. His balls were 
enormously swollen and dangled between his legs, bloated with the volume of 
pent-up sperm they held. 

"You're going to get it, now, Miss Perkins," he said, thickly, crawling up 
between her trim smooth legs, up on the desk, pushing her thighs up and back 
until the hardness of her knees crushed down hurtfully into the sweetly 
jiggling mounds of her breasts. She was nakedly exposed to him now, all of 
the secrets of her feminine genitals vulnerably open and unguarded. I le 
could see the beads of dew-like moistness lining the soft, trembling slit 
and further down, under the mouth of her vagina, he could see the hairless, 
tightly puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in fear and shame. 

Sue turned her head to the side, ashamed to look at his face because of the 
lewd vulnerability of her position. But when he urged his loins forward, 
pushing the lust-swollen tip of his cock into her wet furrow, sliding it 
over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, insinuating its broad, hard head 
into the pink, hair-rimmed cleft of her pussy, she jerked her face back and 
stared, gasping into his luridly grinning countenance. 

"You're going to get all of it," he promised her, reaching down between 
their bellies and gripping the hugely erect thickness of his cock and 
pushing it up between the rubbery pink lips of her pussy. He could feel the 
soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion, and the wispy, dank 
curls of her pubic fleece teased his cock and the hot, hard orbs of his 
balls. He eased his cock into her a little and groaned aloud as he felt the 
hot wet walls of her pussy open and then close hungrily around the purplish 
bloated head of his cock. 

"Oh!" she gasped, her eyeballs rolling up in her head so only the whites 
showed as the monstrous engine surged up into her eager young cunt. 

Bill was relentless. He rammed himself into her with a single, cruel thrust 
that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cock boring ruthlessly into her 
quivering belly. 

"Ohh! Owww! Please!! Not so quick!! It hurts!! " she wailed. 

He was deaf to her cries. He smiled obscenely as the walls of her cunt 
clamped heatedly over the turgid pole of his cock, gripping him like a hot 
velvet fist. The sight of her flinching, wincing as he shoved his penis deep 
into her upturned pussy was incredibly satisfying to him. Grunting like an 
animal in heat, he began hunching hard into her, trying to hurt her more, 
wanting to inflict more pain on her. His thrusts were intentionally hurtful 
and deep and with every backward movement of his lust-hardened erection, he 
pulled his cock almost completely out of the clinging pink grip of her 
pussy, leaving just the thick, bulbous head inside her cuntal lips until, 
with vicious ferocity, he would push forward again, skewering her painful 
and bringing a new cry of anguish and shame to her throat. He pushed aside 
the delicate, moist pussy flesh inside her tightly clinging cunt in huge 
rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene smacking noise 
against the warm, wet upturned flesh of her crotch. 

It was all Sue could do to hold on for dear life. His balls were slapping 
into the smooth hairless cleft of her nether cheeks, beating a lewd tattoo 
on her madly winking anus. The savage, insistent sluicing of his huge penis 
through the liquid grip of her cunt was becoming was arousing, so exciting 
that she feared her loins would burst into flames with the frenzied passion 
of her boss' delicious fucking. Every deep-thrusting, pleasure-giving stroke 
of his massive erection brought her that much closer to the pinnacle of her 
long-sought climax. 

Then she could feel it coming, bearing down on her like a runaway freight. 
She knew that this would be the "big one," the kind of gut-wrenching orgasm 
that all women pray for and few ever obtain. Her knees were nearly doubled 
and her breasts flattened beneath them. Flickering tingles of pleasure 
exploded from the crushed, bud-like tips of her nipples as the backs of her 
thighs ground down onto them, rubbing them into wickedly hard erection. She 
could feel them pulsing with desire as Bill's weight pushed her legs over 
them in time with the deep thrusting lunges of his massive cock. Her cunt 
tightened suddenly as the end drew closer, gripping his steely-boner like a 
Vaseline filled rubber glove. The two of them ground together animalishly, 
panting and groaning and sweating until their bodies slipped against one 
another wetly. 

Bill thrust into her with an inhumanly cruel lunge that bored right through 
her belly and seemed about to burst from her throat. She was helplessly 
impaled, writhing like a pig on a lance, squirming and twisting under him in 
the long hard thickness of his glistening cock. 

Suddenly, she began to moan and shriek, her throat vibrating as she humped 
up at his deep-thrusting cock. She gurgled deep in her lungs as her cunt 
flowered hotly around his cock, a gushing torrent of her love juices bathing 
his long stiff erection with warm, slithery fluid. 

He groaned as his cock dipped again and again into the seething depths of 
her sloshing wet cunt, and he knew that it would only be seconds before his 
naked young brunette climaxed about his hard-thrusting pole of manly 
virility. 

'Oh! OH!! Yes!! OH, YESSS!! " she bawled, her feet kicking high over head, 
her belly rippling with the joy of orgasm. 

It was all Bill could do to stay on top of her the way she was bucking and 
humping up from the desk. He crushed his fingers into the softness of her 
butt-cheeks and kept right on fucking until his whole crotch exploded, until 
his penis began to pump and throb frantically. He let out a sigh of relief 
as he felt the seething rush of his boiling sperm jet up the inside of his 
cock and burst from the knobby head in powerful spurts. 

Sue screamed shamelessly as she felt the first waves of his white hot cum 
slosh wantonly down the sperm-starved sheath of her pussy and into the 
writhing depths of her belly. She screamed and continued to cum, her pussy 
milking the thick, viscous seed from his pulsing balls. 

As he pumped out the last, delicious flickers of his own climax, teasing the 
joy from his draining testicles, Bill knew that everything was going to be 
all right, that even if he lost Connie, he could always have Sue, have her 
any time, anyway he wanted her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

For a moment, Connie knelt there, paralyzed by shock as she watched the 
Gruber brothers surge into the bathroom, their big, calloused hands busy at 
their zippers. Then, it hit her. She remembered what she'd overheard them 
talking about just the day before, what Luke promised to do, to turn her on, 
get her all warmed up for his two loutish brothers! A shiver raced up her 
spine. What an idiot she'd been to think that she could win Luke over with 
her charms, with her lustful feminine passion! He didn't care about her, all 
he cared about was debauching her, degrading her. 

"Lookee there at Luke's finger!" Tom said, thickly. "Man, he's finger 
fucking her up the ass!" 

Suddenly, Connie was once again aware of the hurtful intruding presence of 
the finger pushing deeply into her plundered rectum. Her face blushing 
scarlet with shame and anger, she jumped up, ripping the digit from her 
anus, stumbling back away from the leering men. 

Luke slowly rose to his feet, his glistening penis already beginning to grow 
stiff again as he thought about the sweet gang rape that was about to take 
place. Quick as a snake, he reached out and grabbed Connie by the hair, 
wrenching the squealing, naked young wife from the wall, grabbing her wrist 
and binding it up high behind her back. 

"Nooo!! ! " she wailed, trying to struggle against the arm lock and 
succeeding in only hurting herself more. As she struggled her just-fucked 
pussy made an embarrassing farting sound and a great rush of trapped semen 
and pussy juice came slipping out of her cunt, oozing down the insides of 
her thighs in thick rivulets. 

"Man, oh, man, would you look at that," Tom said, pointing at the dripping 
strands of cum leaking from her pinkly gleaming pussy slit. 

"I'll do better than that," Rod said, moving closer to the captive 
housewife. His breath hissed between his teeth as he saw her ripe young 
breasts with their rosy pink nipple buds jutting out in defensive hardness, 
when he saw the nakedly exposed triangle of her coppery red pubic hair 
beneath her quivering smooth belly. 

He reached out almost casually and put his hand between her legs. As his 
hard, calloused fingers began experimentally toying with her sperm moistened 
pussy curls, Connie closed her eyes, crimson at the indignity of being held 
there helpless while this grinning animal pawed her obscenely exposed 
genitals. She moaned in shame and humiliation as she felt the broad tip of 
Rod's middle finger easily part the tender and fleshy folds of her already 
flowered open vagina and push itself into the warm, slick depths of her 
pussy. 

"Man, are we going to have us a time with her!" he said, greedily smoothing 
his finger over the slippery cuntal lining, making her vagina give out with 
nasty, sloppy sounds as he worked his finger lewdly in and out. 

Connie had no choice but to stand there and take it, though she thought her 
brain would burst from the pressure of the blood rising in it as she heard 
him chuckle with lustful anticipation. 

"Christ, let's get her on a bed or something," Tom said. "It smells so much 
like pussy in here that I'm about ready to go off in my pants!" 

To Connie's horror and shame, all three of the Gruber brothers laughed at 
Tom's remark. She gasped with pain as her wrist was screwed up even higher 
on her back and Luke brutally shoved her forward, out of the bathroom. 

Over and over, in her mind, she kept praying for them to stop, for it to be 
some kind of awful joke, or some kind of dream, nightmare that she could 
wake up from. But the nightmare just kept on keeping on. Luke shoved her 
through the open door to her and Bill's bedroom and viciously hurled her 
down onto the bed, ramming her face down into the coverlet. 

She lay there, her bare, semen-soaked ass-cheeks poised, quivering high in 
the air, her face lowered submissively into the bed, totally vulnerable to 
the animalish whims of these three maniacs! 

"Fucky-fucky time!" Tom said, clambering on the bed in front of her. 

She moaned in terror as she felt the bed sink under his massive weight, as 
she felt his thick, brutal fingers twining in her hair, lifting her face up. 

"Whatchou think of this?" he asked, reaching into his fly and pulling out 
the biggest, sourest smelling penis she'd ever seen. He held his cock in one 
hand and her head in the other and waved the limply throbbing fire hose of a 
cock right under her nose. 

Connie let out a shrill, bleating cry. The stink of his big cock burned her 
nostrils. She didn't want to see it, she didn't want to touch it, but she 
couldn't pull away, not with him holding her hair and Luke still pinning her 
arm hurtfully up behind her back. 

"Open wide!" the biggest of the Grubers said, wheedlingly. He playfully 
slapped her across the face with the tacky, warm length of his flaccid 
penis. 

"Uhh! Uhhh!! " Connie whimpered as the knobbish, semen-dripping bulb smacked 
her lips, her nose, her cheeks, as the rank odor of his loins further 
invaded her nostrils. 

"I think she-likes it," Rod said, chuckling evilly. 

Luke leered over the woman's trembling shoulders at his brother's waggling 
penis. "I think he-likes it more," Luke said, laughing. 

Connie knew it was true. Tom's huge penis was getting harder and harder with 
every vicious smack across her defenseless face. Only the root part was 
bending as he swung it back and forth; the rest of it was obscenely erect, 
throbbing with lust-heated blood. 

"Open, I said," Tom repeated, twisting his hand in her hair so hard that she 
yelped in pain. 

Before Connie could close her mouth, Tom was lunging forward, jamming the 
broad, purplish head of his cock into the softness of her wet lips, driving 
it between her teeth, into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 

Though she gagged, though she tried to twist her mouth away, she could not 
escape the lewdly insinuating cockhead. It crammed into her mouth, wedging 
her jaws wide apart, wider apart than they'd ever been. It felt like her 
whole head was going to crack from the strain. Then the stark, nasty flavor 
hit her taste buds and she had to fight to keep from vomiting. It tasted 
worse than it smelled, like it hadn't been washed in a month, a month of 
nightly whorehouse romps! 

"Nice!" Tom crooned salaciously, pumping his fist up and down the rapidly 
stiffening shaft, jacking off right into her horrified face. 

Caught between the two men, Connie was helpless. All she could do was 
whimper and whine as the hugely throbbing cock head swelled up bigger and 
bigger in her mouth, making her cheeks balloon out, pressing down gaggingly 
on her tongue. Bitter tears of shame and frustration and fear spilled from 
her pain-slitted eyes as the monstrous penis bulb bloated out to full 
pulsing hardness. 

"I think she wants a little more," Rod said. 

"Yeah," Tom grunted, leaning further forward, driving the flaring rim of his 
knobbish cockhead past the edge of her teeth, making her tortured lips pop 
down over it, down onto the luridly throbbing shaft, the heavy, 
blood-swollen veins that marbled it. 

Connie whinnied through her nose, her jaws cracking from the strain, her 
throat aching from the size of the thing ramming into it. 

"Jesus! It looks like she's trying to suck off a goddam telephone pole!" Rod 
exclaimed, gleefully. 

Connie had never felt so callously used, so utterly shamed. The hugely 
pulsing penis was filling every crevice in her head and its sour flavor 
raged over her pinioned tongue, raged up into her sinuses like acid. The 
cock was almost subhuman in size, in shape, more like the member of some 
lower animal, a horse or a bull and there was so much of it!! 

"It might look like she's sucking," Luke said, "but she isn't. She ought to 
be sucking." 

"That's right," Tom said. "Suck it! Suck it you little slut!" 

The ravished redhead would not obey. She had made a firm resolution to 
resist in any way she could. It was obvious that she could not escape, there 
were too many of them and they were too strong, too determined, but she 
refused to go along with what they wanted of her, refused to meekly submit 
to their hellish demands. 

"Did you hear him?" Luke growled, bending over her naked back, twisting her 
arm up even higher. 

Connie whimpered, but she did not suck. 

"Stuck up little bitch!" Rod snarled. "Suck him!! " 

"No, wait, man," Luke said, pushing back. "You take her arm. You hold her. 
I'm going to teach Mrs. Hot Stuff some manners." 

The naked young redhead groaned into Tom's massive cockhead as Rod took her 
arm and screwed it up between her shoulder blades. Whatever Luke planned on 
doing, she told herself, she would not give in, she would not willingly suck 
off the lewd pole jammed between her lips, would not urge the awful, choking 
gusher of thick, hot semen that she knew was in store for her. 

Luke levered his knee between hers, rudely forcing her thighs apart, holding 
them apart. Then, fast as lightning, he raised his open hand high above his 
head and brought it down hard on her nakedly exposed nether cheeks. 

Pain. Pain like nothing Connie had ever felt exploded in her unprotected 
ass. Every ounce of flesh on her buttocks, her thighs quivered from the 
violent impact and the hurt, the awful stinging hurt was like molten metal 
poured over her silky, sensitive skin. She clawed at the coverlet and bit 
down on the horrible, living, pulsing gag in her mouth. 

"Jeeez!" Tom croaked, feeling her teeth closing on his virile pole of flesh. 
Her jaws were wedged so far apart by the girth of his manly erection, that 
she couldn't really hurt him, she couldn't bite down hard enough. 

"She's going to suck, goddamit!" Luke snarled, raising his hand again. 

The second impact was even harder than the first. It sounded like a gunshot 
in the silence of the bedroom. Again, her soft feminine flesh quivered and 
jounced, again the searing pain lanced into her bottom cheeks. 

Helpless, a captive in her own home, at the mercy of these lust-crazed 
carpenters, Connie sobbed brokenly into the huge bulb. She could feel her 
saliva flooding into her mouth, lubricating the big head, dribbling out 
between the tight ring of her lips and the sides of his shaft, dribbling 
down over her chin. It was the combination of the feel of his penis, so 
smooth, so velvety smooth, and the rank taste that was doing it. Still, she 
refused to swallow, to drink the noxious fluid that was seeping from the 
slit of his knob into her mouth. Better that the slimy juice ran all down 
over her chin that to have it in her belly. 

"Jmmmm, it's getting juicy," Tom groaned, excitedly, pulling his cock back 
about half an inch, just enough to make her moist, warm lips pucker out 
around the flaring rim, then pushing back in. "Real nice and juicy." 

"But she isn't sucking!" Rod said, angrily. 

"Dirty little whore!" Luke growled. He took his fury out on her sleek, 
svelte behind, raining a wild series of open-handed slaps down on it, making 
her butt-flesh jerk and quiver, jerk and quiver, jerk and quiver. 

Connie thought she was going to die. The blows kept coming and coming and 
suddenly there was no difference between the hitting and the not hitting. 
There was constant, agonizing pain. Pain that arched up her back and down 
her thighs, pain that cut right into the core of her being. 

"Beat her! Kill her!! " Rod shouted, watching the wildly quivering flesh, 
listening to Connie's pitiful blubberings about Tom's big cock. 

Luke would accept nothing less than her total submission. He spanked her 
bare ass-cheeks until they were marked with ugly red weals,, spanked her 
over and over, chanting in time to the brutal swats: "Suck! Suck! Suck!! " 

The hurt, the humiliation, the terror of more hurt to come was too much for 
her. Connie's will snapped. like a robot, she began to nibble and nurse 
weakly at the gross cockhead in her mouth. 

"Hey! Hey!! ! " Tom cried. "Hey, she's doing it! She's sucking me off!" 

"Would you look at that!" Rod said. 

Luke paused in his spanking and peered over her shoulder, at the obscene 
squirming of her tautly stretched lips about the massive, luridly pulsing 
cock. "Harder, bitch," he crooned to her, giving her a light slap on the 
ass. 

Connie jerked as if he'd hit her with all his might. She knew that he was 
reminding her that if she didn't do everything they asked, everything 
willingly, there was always more spanking to look forward to. She started 
sucking on Tom's cock harder, her lips making wet, spluttering noises about 
the hugely throbbing head. 

Then the phone rang. 

The Gruber brothers held their respective breaths, their eyes suddenly full 
of fear. Connie sobbed brokenly into the slobber-drenched cockhead. She knew 
it was her husband calling. Bill, he was her only hope of rescue from these 
sadistic animals! But as the phone continued to ring, she realized that 
pinning her hopes on Bill was like clutching at a straw. She knew that when 
she didn't answer he would think that she was still angry at him, that she 
wasn't answering on purpose. He would never guess what horrible straits she 
was in, never guess how desperately she needed him. She realized, too, that 
her plight was almost entirely her own fault, that the Gruber brothers had 
almost so much as warned her that they wanted to gang bang her, that they 
would do it at the first opportunity, that if she hadn't chased Bill out of 
the house the night before, he might become alarmed at her not answering the 
phone. 

Before the phone stopped ringing, the Grubers had recovered their poise. Tom 
started working his hips forward and back, screwing his cockhead in and out 
of her ovaled lips. 

"Hey, man, open up her buns," Rod said to Luke. "I want to see her pussy and 
asshole." 

As Connie felt her buttocks being brutally wrenched apart, the phone stopped 
ringing. All of her hopes were dashed. A kind of haze filtered down over her 
eyes, a haze of defeat, of subservience. She would do whatever they asked, 
anything they wanted, just so long as they didn't hurt her any more. 

Rod leered into the thumb-splayed crevice, the tiny, rose pink, wrinkly ring 
of her anus, the moistly flowered pink pussy flesh surrounded by juice 
beaded coppery hairs. 

"Man, I could sure go for a taste of that," the eldest Gruber said, smacking 
his lips obscenely. 

Luke laughed at him. "You are a sick sucker, man," he said. "My cum is still 
dribbling out of her." 

"I don't give a shit," Rod said, hoarsely. "I want to suck her cunt and ass. 
You hold her arm, dammit! Let me at her!! " 

Connie felt the bed creaking as the men changed places, as Luke once again 
gripped her arm and Rod levered his way in behind her. Slowly, the lustfully 
aroused carpenter leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss right on the 
small of her bruised back. The helpless young wife groaned into the lewdly 
thrusting penis and her body shook at the moist contact of his lips. Then 
Rod fitted his thumbs to her tight nether cheeks and pressed them outwards, 
leaning forward to peer right into the thin pink folds of her hair-rimmed 
pussy. He could see the aftermath of the first fuck session glistening in 
tiny, pearly drops on her petal-like lips. His nose was a scant few inches 
from the silken coopery hairs rimming the tender flanges of her vagina and 
the heady female aroma drifting incitingly out to his flaring nostrils was 
one of ripeness and pungent ecstasy. He gulped hard as he pushed more firmly 
outwards, as her sweet, plundered cavern flowered wide open to his gaze, 
until suddenly it was completely exposed and the moist inner flesh of her 
cuntal lining came glisteningly into view. 

Connie shuddered as Rod blew his hot breath softly into her, making her 
squirm and forcing a muffled moan to erupt from her tortured throat. Her 
pussy gaped open for him and there was no way she could seal it up, no way 
she could keep him out. 

"Go on, Rod, eat her out!" Tom said, anxiously. 

"Yeah," Luke said. "I want to see you lick her asshole, too." 

The phone started ringing again, but Connie could hardly hear it. It was 
like the ringing was a million miles away, practically in another world. 

Rod licked his lips and grinned at his brothers, then pressed his face 
forward, thrusting his open mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal 
slit. Connie's whole body stiffened at the lewd contact, but he tightened 
his grip on her buttocks so she couldn't wriggle free. Salaciously he kissed 
her sticky furrow, rolling his face back and forth, rubbing his lips over 
the wet and searing pussyflesh, kissing it like he was kissing a mouth, 
smearing the slick juices all over his cheeks. As he did this, he nuzzled 
the tip of his nose into her tightly clenched anus, obscenely caressing that 
wrinkly sphincter. 

Moving forward did Connie absolutely no good. All that did was to force 
Tom's monstrous cock further down her throat. She was sandwiched, utterly 
helpless. 

With one, blinding quick stab, Rob speared his tongue in between the warm 
fleshy folds of her cunt, waggling it deep into the slick crevice, rasping 
it over the oily marble of her erect clitoris. 

To Connie's horror, her body reacted automatically to the abrupt entry into 
her already orgasmed cuntal passage; it thrust back hard, lasciviously 
screwing her buttocks against his obscenely buried face. Her vaginal passage 
contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his 
tongue swirling maddeningly around inside her belly. 

Though she was too caught up in the awful-wonderful steam heat of the moment 
to realize it, the reason she was reacting so violently to the pleasurable 
penetration was the staggering contrast, the difference between the pain 
she'd suffered earlier and the delicious feather-light laving of her vaginal 
sheath. She welcomed anything, anything but more pain. 

Pushing his mouth even harder against her widely splayed loins, Rod worked 
his lips over the whole of her tongue-spread pussy, sucking and licking at 
it wildly as her buttocks gyrated uncontrollably around his face. 

"Look at her go!" Tom croaked, blinking his eyes in disbelief at the sudden 
transformation of the unwilling young housewife into a madly screwing whore. 

Rod worked slave-like behind the kneeling redhead, his tongue plunging and 
withdrawing from her trembling cunt with a sucking, sluicing sound that 
drowned out the continuous whining moan that was coming from her flared 
nostrils. He withdrew his tongue from the scalding depths of her smooth, 
warm passage and found the erect little nubbin of her clitoris, driving his 
face farther into the wetly quivering crevice as he sucked and teased at it 
with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks in wild circles. 

Somewhere the phone was ringing, somewhere husband Bill was trying to make 
contact. But Connie no longer cared. Her mind and body were completely out 
of control, driven past the point of no return by the delicious and obscene 
sucking of her naked loins. I let-cunt flowered open wider and wider, its 
hotly sliding wetness increasing with every wicked thrust of his tongue into 
her widely stretched hole. The sticky juice ran down the corners of his 
hard-sucking mouth, down over his cheeks as they pressed in tightly to the 
softness of her cheeky buttocks. 

"Lick her ass, man!" Luke said. 

"Yeah!" Tom chimed in. "Lick her ass!" 

Rod moved so quickly, slipping his mouth up an inch and a half in her nether 
crack, planting his wet, sucking lips on her secret hole, that Connie didn't 
realize what had happened. She continued to grind her rear end into his 
face, half wild with desire. Rod let out a low, guttural growl of pleasure 
as he swept the tip of his tongue around her tiny wrinkly anal ring, as he 
stabbed that pointed tip right into it, forcing his tongue to slip up into 
the searing, rubbery confines of her rectum. 

"Jesus! He's tonguing her ass!" Tom groaned. 

"Sonofabitch!" Luke exclaimed, watching spellbound as the thick red tongue 
plunged in and out of that widely stretched orifice, fucking through the 
puckering hairless lips of her anus. 

When Connie realized that something was wrong, that something had changed, 
it was too late to do anything about it. She was crazy with lust, out of her 
mind with passion, all she cared about was getting over, getting off. 
Whimpering like a kicked pup, she kept right on hunching back into his 
obscenely sucking mouth, forcing her anus to accept the full, wriggling 
length of his yard-thick tongue, and she found herself reaching out with her 
free hand, reaching out to touch the huge, hair-covered, sperm bloated 
testicles of Tom, to fondle them as she began to move her head more 
vigorously, to fuck her tight throat sheath down over the luridly pulsing 
shaft of his meaty erection. 

"Man, she's blowing me for real now!" Tom gasped, watching her oval led lips 
driving down over his thick shaft, wallowing in the tight, wet feel of her 
throat clasping wetly at his virile pole. 

Luke, too, was fascinated by the wet clasping and unclasping of her soft 
lips about the massive rod, by the gleaming snail's trail of hot slobber 
that she left behind. 

Rod, for his part, could take no more ass-licking. He felt like his balls 
were going to explode if he didn't let off some of the pressure in them. He 
pulled back his face, withdrawing his tongue from the tautly flexing nether 
hole, and raised himself up, sliding his knees as far up between her 
widely-stretched thighs as he could, guiding his long thick cock forward 
between his trembling fingers, gently parting the curly reddish pubic hair 
with the rubbery rigidity of his throbbing cock head. He felt the hot, soft 
outer folds of the fleshy cuntal lips close wetly over his bulbous cockhead. 

Connie froze as the huge penis nosed in between her parted labia. She 
groaned into Tom's cock as it pistoned through the warm, wet softness of her 
mouth. He was going to fuck her! She wanted him and she didn't want him; she 
hated him for what he'd already done to her and she loved him for what he 
was about to do. 

The lewd contact of his quivering erection rammed in between Connie's 
milk-white thighs incited Rod to a further frenzy of lust, and unable to 
control himself any longer, he surged forward, driving his penis into the 
warm, wet pussy of the groaning young housewife kneeling subserviently under 
him. He gasped aloud with relief as he felt the right hot walls of her 
contracting cunt slip soothingly over and down the rock-hard length of his 
aching cock. 

His blood-thickened penis was so big, so horribly big that Connie couldn't 
move; she didn't dare. She grunted into Tom's semen dripping cock as Rod 
plowed ruthlessly though her open cunt, filling it from wall to wall with 
his powerfully throbbing pole of flesh. 

"God! Goddam, she's tight!! " Rod gasped, gripping her hips and hunching 
even harder, wedging his meaty erection an inch or two deeper into her belly 
on every lunge. 

Connie gurgled around Tom's faster thrusting cock as the cruel intrusion 
deep into her dilated vagina grew and grew before Rod's uncontrolled assault 
until suddenly she felt the weight of strong muscular loins crushing against 
her buttocks, coarse, rasping pubic hairs scratching the velvety smooth 
flesh of her pussy, and his hard cockhead rammed brutally up against the 
cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside her quivering belly. 

"I'm in her to the hairs!" Rod announced excitedly to his leering, red-faced 
brothers. 

Connie whimpered, her battered lips slipping down over Tom's lurid erection 
almost to the broad, bristling root. Her ravished vagina felt as stretched 
and torn as if it had been spitted on a fence post. She tried to fight 
against him, clenching, squirming the muscles of her buttocks in a desperate 
attempt to force the lewdly invading shaft of male hardness out the way it 
had come in, but her efforts were worse than useless. Her desperate writhing 
only incited him more, wetly and warmly enclosing him while the huge cock 
throbbed and flexed inside her, pushing out viciously in all directions, 
stretching, filling her poor battered pussy as never before. 

"Give it to her, Rod! Fuck the ass off her!" Tom cried, snapping his own 
hips, driving his massive penis through the trembling ring of her lips, 
burying it totally in her throat. He swiveled his hips, grinding his hairy 
testicles against her chin, working the sides of his hotly throbbing cock 
over the tight, sheathing walls of her gullet. 

Luke was no longer holding her arm pinned. There was no longer any need. She 
was securely held, skewered from both ends at once on hot cock like a bird 
on a roasting spit. He let his hands roam lustfully over the length and 
breadth of her captive, helpless body. His fingers kneaded and squeezed her 
softly resilient, down hanging breasts, plucking mercilessly at the tender, 
bud-like nipples, plucking them into involuntary erection. 

The gasping, groaning Rod began to fuck in and out of her upturned pussy in 
long, plunging strokes. His strong, calloused hands grasped firmly on the 
round, feminine curves of her hips, pushing her torso forward, then pulling 
it back, slipping the hot moist sheath of her widely stretched vagina more 
easily now back and forth over the rigidly throbbing thickness of his cock. 
As he did this, he also forced her mouth to move back and forth over Tom's 
meaty erection, her wet lips diving down to the impossibly broad root, then 
slipping back up to encircle and wetly clasp the massive, pulsing bulb. 

Connie was pushed about like an inflatable "party doll," a cheap piece of 
fluff to be used, ejaculated into, then discarded. Every time she was shoved 
forward, shoved up the length of Rod's blood-thickened penis, she was shoved 
down upon Tom's huge cock. Again and again, she was battered into his sour 
smelling loins, his heavy swaying testicles slapping lewdly into her 
saliva-gleaming chin. 

"Let her do it, man!" Luke said. "She wants to! She has to!" 

The other two Gruber brothers stared at Luke, not understanding. He glared 
at them. "Let the whore do the fucking," he repeated. He leaned down next to 
Connie's flushed face and peered at her, at the way her whole face was 
distorted by the size of the quivering pole of flesh crammed between her 
tightly stretched lips. 

"Move it!" he snarled, giving her a mildly stinging slap on the ass. 

Connie's eyes popped open wide. Whimpering, she obeyed. There was no 
question. She started pushing her own torso forward and back, bouncing her 
wetly clasping channels, her plundered pussy and her violated throat back 
and forth over the skewering rods. To her surprise, there was no pain. She 
was slipping the wet, searing sheath of her cunt down over Rod's monstrous 
erection as easily as slipping a Vaseline filled rubber glove over a 
stiffened finger. And she was able to begin sucking the full length of Tom's 
cock, her lips sputtering and blubbering, drooling over the luridly pulsing 
shaft, the sinuous blue veins. 

"She's digging it! Man, oh, man, is she ever digging it!" Tom exclaimed. 
"Look at the little slut screw!" 

Then the phone began to ring again. It cut through the grunting, gasping, 
groaning sounds of the bedroom like a knife. It was Bill, Connie thought as 
she salaciously worked her naked young body between the two men's obscenely 
hunching loins. Tears of humiliation and shame began to pour from her eyes 
as she realized that what Tom was saying was the truth . . . uncontrollable 
feelings of wantonness and desire were beginning to surge through her 
imprisoned body. 

Rod leaned way over her quaking back, leering at the lurid contrast of Tom's 
ruddy, friction-reddened cock disappearing into the chalky whiteness of 
Connie's lovely face, her obscenely ovaled lips sucking madly at the 
hard-thrusting erection. He plunged his thumbs deep into her tight asscrack 
and levered the cheeky mounds far apart, watching his own thick cock gliding 
in and out between the moist pink flanges of her cunt. 

"Christ, would you look at that!" he croaked. "Would you look at that 
pussy!" Connie had never felt so totally debauched in all her life. She 
sucked wildly with her mouth and gyrated her buttocks frantically, half in 
an effort to end the sadistic double impalement as quickly as possible, half 
in an effort to prolong the flickering tingles of illicit pleasure she was 
getting. 

"Man! She is hot, now!" Tom wailed, snapping his hips into her bobbing face, 
smashing his balls into her chin with a wet, nasty slapping sound. 

Luke's eyes darted from one end of the subserviently kneeling, obediently 
bucking young housewife to the other, from the cock plowing into her pink, 
wetly quivering pussy flesh from behind to the cock surging between her 
yawning, nursing lips. His own cock was no longer flaccid and spent. It 
stood up like a telephone pole from his hairy loins, the massive, knobbish 
head thumping against his sternum, every blue veins on its underside, thick 
and swollen with lust-heated blood. He couldn't stand being left out any 
longer. He had to get in on the act, to get in on the total ravishment of 
the pretty young redhead. 

"Hold it!" he said to his brothers. 

Rod and Tom ignored him, continuing their lewd thrusting into the wetly 
slurping holes of the whimpering woman. 

Enraged, Luke swung, first at Rod, then at Tom, hitting them hard in the 
shoulders with his clenched fist. 

"Oww!" Rod cried, his eyes opening wide from the pain. 

"Hey!" Tom complained, pausing in mid-thrust to glare at his younger 
brother. 

"Now that I've got your attention," Luke said, glaring right back. "How 
about letting me in on the action, too? I mean, if it isn't too much fucking 
trouble for you." 

"You, too?" Tom said, his face full of confusion. 

"She's got three holes, hasn't she?" Luke said, grinning at his brothers. 

"You mean, all of us fucking into her at once?! " Rod said, his eyes bulging 
from the lustful incitement that idea sent coursing through his veins. 

A shiver of fear rippled up Connie's cruelly bent spine. She moaned into 
Tom's thick cock-root, his densely furred, musty smelling loins. 

"Yeah, that's right, man," Luke said. "Only you guys got to get out first." 

"Get out?! " Tom said. 

"Just for a minute, man," Luke assured him. "Just until I get in. Then we 
all go to town on her. We'll fuck the slut every which way but loose!" 

"Yeah!" Rod said, pulling back, slipping the glistening, blood-thickened 
length of his erect cock from her wetly clasping pussy sheath. 

Tom followed suit, withdrawing his penis from the bubbling depths of her 
throat. As the upcurving spear, the massive bull cock popped from between 
her tortured lips, he pushed forward again, grinding the tender, aching 
flesh of his scrotum against her soft lips. 

Rod slipped out from between her obscenely parted thighs and the bed 
shifted, creaking, as Luke took his place. Connie slumped there, groaning, 
shaking her lovely head, uttering small gasps of shame and desperation. She 
knew what was coming, all right. He was going to push his hugely pulsing 
cock right up her ass! "Nooo, noooooo, please," she whimpered into Tom's 
hotly sweating testicles. "Please don't." 

"Hold her still," Luke growled at his brothers. "Hold her real tight until I 
get in." 

Rod and Tom grabbed her arms and forced her face down into the bed, forced 
her to stick her unprotected buttocks up high in the air. Luke could not 
only see the sticky, pink furrow of her open, much-fucked cunt, but between 
the quaking moons of her cheeky ass, he could just make out the tiny 
puckering ring that was his target. Prying her buttocks wide apart with the 
fingers of his left hand, he rammed his forefinger brutally into the dainty 
pink hole and began salaciously screwing it in and out, twisting it over the 
smooth, rubbery walls of her virginal rectum. 

"Owww! OWWW!! " Connie bleated as the deeply probing finger gyrated 
viciously in her narrow passage, widening and stretching it in preparation 
for the much more horrible entry that was soon to come. 

"Go, man! Go!" Tom coaxed, peering at the darting finger, the clasping, 
hairless lips of her anus sliding up and down, up and down. 

Opening her trembling buttocks wider, Luke leaned forward and opened his 
mouth, allowing a big gob of hot saliva to drip from his lips, to flop down 
upon the frantically clenching anal ring and his obscenely plunging finger. 

Connie gasped at the searing heat of his saliva, then moaned miserably as 
she felt the effect of that slippery fluid. His finger was going in and out 
easier and her ass was making horrible, embarrassing sounds. She wanted to 
crawl down into the coverlet, to vanish, but there was no escape from the 
degrading penetration, from the lurid stares of the three men about to 
totally ravish her in every hole. 

When he had her. rectum well-lubricated, Luke pulled back the foreskin 
sheathing his cock and exposed the smooth knobbish head. Withdrawing his 
finger from her anus, he aimed the head of his bloated cock right at the 
tiny wrinkled opening. 

"Fuck her!" Rod choked. "Fuck her up the ass!" 

"Yeah! Do it!" Tom howled. 

Connie knew it was coming any second, but she didn't know what to expect, 
what kind of pain it would cause her. Luke lunged, spearing his rock-hard 
penis straight at the widely stretched, saliva lubricated sphincter and her 
world dissolved in indescribable agony. 

"YOWWWW!! ! " she bawled as the huge cock-rammed into her tender hole, 
mercilessly stretching her rectal ring, forcing it to yawn open, to slip 
over and wetly clasp the broad, throbbing head. 

"Go!" Tom growled, watching with animalish incitement as his brother's 
immense, tree trunk of a penis bored between the silky white cheeks of her 
ass. 

"OWWWW!! ! ! " Connie screamed again, her whole body stiffening as he lunged 
again, sinking his horribly thick shaft halfway into her rectum, setting her 
belly on fire with the friction of inhuman impalement. 

Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, attempting to throw off his 
weight, but her desperation only worsened her position. Every time she 
bucked and writhed, she only skewered herself further on the cock ramming in 
to the hilt in her tightly resisting anus. 

Luke gurgled in satisfaction as his throbbing penis slid the final inch up 
into the hot, rubbery depths of her rectum, as his hair-matted testicles 
slapped viciously into the sticky wet furrow of her cunt, as she let out a 
long, broken wail of subservience and shame. 

"Man! She's so tight it feels like her ass is skinning my cock alive!" Luke 
gasped. 

Tom and Rod exchanged excited glances, then Rod said, "Jesus! Let us in, 
man! We're going batshit!" 

Connie raised her burning face from the bed and looked at the two men in 
front of her. Both of their cocks were obscenely erect, still gleaming from 
the sweet juices of her body, swaying and dripping pre-cum in a steady 
stream. 

"One pussy coming up," Luke said. He locked his arm around Connie's waist 
and forced her to roll onto her side, then he manhandled her over on top of 
him, so that she lay full length on his naked chest with his hotly throbbing 
cock still buried to the hilt in her rectum. 

Even if Connie had summoned the strength up to fight them, she knew that it 
would do no good, that in the end they would win, they would have whatever 
they wanted of her soft, girlish body. When her legs splayed out limply over 
the outside of Luke's, she made no move to try and close them. 

Rod surged forward, straddling his brother's knees, shoving poor Connie's 
thighs even further apart until he could see the tautly stretched pink ring 
of her anus clasping at the obscenely thick root of Luke's penis. Growling 
in animalish frenzy, he gripped his own cock with both hands and stuffed it 
straight up into the moistly gaping cavern of her cunt. 

Connie let out such a piercing scream as the second man's blood-thickened 
penis slithered up inside her quaking belly to join Luke's shaft already 
buried to the balls in her rectum, that Rod roughly clamped his hand over 
her pain parted lips to muffle it. Half-smothered by the oppressive palm, 
she lay there groaning with pain and shame, sandwiched obscenely between the 
two brothers, impaled on their two cocks with only the thin wall of flesh 
separating her anus and cunt separating them. 

Rod, already super-heated with lust from his previous fucking into her wet, 
warm pussy, began to screw furiously into that pliant, slippery fissure 
again, while his brother did the same from below, thrusting up into her 
tightly squeezing rectum with long hard strokes. In a matter of seconds, 
they were hitting a syncopated rhythm, one plowing into her belly as the 
other retreated, so that there was always something hard, and hot and thick 
skewering into her. 

Connie was buffeted and bounced between them like a sack of foam rubber. The 
pain was almost too much for her to bear. She prayed that she would faint, 
that she would black out, but she couldn't. The doubled rods were viciously 
spearing into her, the twin sets of hair-covered balls bobbling, slapping 
salaciously into the insides of her thighs and buttocks. 

Tom watched, awestruck for a moment, at the two men gang fucking the pretty 
redhead. He could see the pinkly clasping edges of her cunt drawing back 
with Rod's cock on the out-stroke, only to be stuffed back inside as he 
plunged it home again, deep into her soft white belly. He could see the 
tight, sucking ring of her anus doing the same thing, puckering about the 
lewdly darting pole of virility. Growling, he lurched forward, no longer 
able to sit back and watch. 

Connie felt the muffling hand ripped from her lips and she instantly threw 
back her head and opened her mouth wide to let out a scream that would bring 
her neighbors, bring the police, that would put an end to this inhuman 
torture. But before she could get a sound out, something hard and huge and 
rubbery crushed between her parted lips. A cock! Another blood thickened 
cock! 

"Yeahhhh!" Tom groaned, hunching forward, sliding his penis right down her 
throat, fucking into it like he was screwing the cunt of some much-fucked 
whore. 

Connie tried to twist her head away, but he wouldn't let her. He held her 
face trapped between his hands as he animalishly humped into her pretty 
face, his hard, sperm swollen balls rubbing incitefully over the bridge of 
her pert nose. 

The pistoning cocks of the other two panting men thrust faster and faster 
into her cunt and anus, driven on to further excesses by the sight of her 
ovaled lips gaping to accept the blue veined hardness of Tom's huge cock. 

Every hole in Connie's body was being plundered by hotly throbbing cock! 
Never in her life had she ever dreamed of such total debauchery, of such 
degradation! The juices of her body were oozing freely, responding to the 
penetration, the deeply impaling thrusts automatically. Her mouth was 
flooded with hot slobber, slobber that eased the way for Tom's big penis. 
Her pussy was gushing hot lubricant, smacking and farting about Rod's hard 
driving cock. And the juice from her pussy was dripping down onto the 
underside of Luke's ass-fucking shaft and being forced up that narrow 
passage. It felt like all those long, thick erections were striving 
desperately to meet somewhere inside her, to touch gleaming bulbs. 

Then the phone rang. 

Suddenly, Connie had a split second of lucidity. She could hear the rasping 
breathing of the men raping her; she could hear the shrill jangling of the 
unanswered phone. She realized that she was totally helpless, totally 
violated, that there would be no escape. As she resigned herself to her 
fate, an astonishing change came over her. Wild twinges of unadmitted desire 
which had begun to ravage her plundered loins now took command of her body. 
She felt suddenly free, free to let loose, to let loose as never before. Her 
hips began to thrust backwards to meet the plunging strokes of Luke's cock 
cramming into her rectum, to jerk forwards savagely to swallow the whole 
slippery length of Rod's penis in her suddenly searing hot pussy. Her mouth 
clamped tight about Tom's darting, fucking shaft, her lips starting to suck 
frantically on the throat-splitting girth of his cock. 

"Jesus H.! " Rod gasped as her buttocks began a lascivious gyrating rhythm 
of their own, twisting, writhing in wild circles about his thrusting cock, 
sweeping the velvety drapery of her cunt over his blood-thickened shaft. 

"Mffff!! Oggggglllll!! " the ecstatic redhead gurgled about Tom's pistoning 
cock, every ounce of her luscious feminine flesh jiggling and jouncing as 
she feverishly worked herself up to the point of orgasm. 

Sensing her nearness to climax, all three of the Gruber brothers speeded up 
their fucking, getting wilder and wilder, heaving and plunging on the sweat 
soaked, rumpled bed, making it creak and squeak as they raced to meet their 
own soul-satisfying ejaculations. The grunting, groaning, sloppy sucking 
noises in the bedroom were deafening. 

When it happened for her, it happened like never before. It was like 
lightning had struck between her legs. She arched up between the three 
skewering rods, her hands flailing wildly, futilely in the air as the 
rippling spasm engulfed her loins. There was one incredibly bright flash of 
light between her ears, and then she started to tumble, to plummet through 
the blackness. She could feel the muscles of her body responding to the call 
of her climax, her belly tightening, her pussy and anus milking the plunging 
cocks hard, her lips sputtering juicily about the deeply thrusting cock in 
her mouth. 

"She's camming! Sweet God! Can you feel it!! " Rod exclaimed, his eyes 
bugging from their sockets. "Can you feel it!! " 

Luke could feel it, all right. The powerful, inwardly rippling seizures of 
her rectum sucked the orgasm from his cock. He let out a low moan of 
animalish delight as joy exploded in his cockhead, as he felt the hot gush 
of his semen spurting up into her ass. 

Tom grunted as the teasing, sucking pressure of her wet tongue, her softly 
pliant lips pushed him over the brink. He jammed his cock into her mouth to 
the root, and held it there, his balls mashed into her nose, the hugely 
throbbing head of his penis spewing thick white semen right into her belly. 

The double orgasm only drove Connie wilder, only made her fall faster, made 
her hips jerk more violently. Those hot gushers of sperm were threatening to 
crack her mind! She gulped down the heavy jets of sperm greedily, her adam's 
apple bobbing frenetically to keep up with the rising tide. 

Rod was biting his tongue, trying to hold back, wanting to get all the 
thrills he could out of the sight, the feel of this cumming, hotly squirming 
housewife. But then Tom jerked his still-spurting cock from her lips, 
wrapped his fist about its dripping shaft and pumped semen all over her 
ecstatic face. The sight of all that sticky cum raining down on her lovely 
face, her open mouth, her waggling tongue, was too much. Rod surged into her 
wet pussy like a fist going into soft butter and suddenly he, too, was 
ejaculating wildly into her soft white belly. 

Connie drank cum until she thought her belly would explode. She took spurt 
after spurt of the stuff up the ass and into her cunt until she could feel 
it sloshing around inside her. Finally, mercifully, the spurting ceased, the 
mad hunching slowed, and the four of them collapsed in a totally satiated 
heap on the rumpled bed. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

As Ellen closed up the last of her suitcases, she paused to survey the now 
sterile-looking apartment where she had spent the last two and one half 
months of her life. And what months they had been! Especially the last 
couple of weeks! The apartment had sprung to life with various 
ornamentations she had used for decoration and now that it was stripped of 
these, it suddenly appeared very barren and dry, like a desert. Scenes 
flickered through her mind of the many nights she had passed here, first 
with Fletch . . . and then with 

Mike! 

Ah, Mike Easterbrook! Ellen was unquestionably sorry to leave the darling 
boy who had taught her so much about life and sex and the wondrous carnal 
delights to be enjoyed between men and women! Of course, he was only 
eighteen years old and he had a lot to learn yet. But still, the past two 
weeks had shown them both very clearly where their tastes lay in the 
opposite sex. 

Mike, for example, had told her that he would probably always prefer older 
woman from now on, even though Ellen wasn't exactly "older", being only 
three years his senior. But, still, he had said, shaking his cock at her 
almost as if it were a fist, he realized now that teenage girls simply 
didn't have . . . what did he call it? . . . something very mature-sounding 
. . . . oh yes! Young girls simply didn't have "the breadth and scope of 
experience" that were to be found in older women! And why, he had asked 
teasingly one night as they both lay naked side by side together, should he 
settle for less than the very best? 

They had laughed a lot together during the past couple of weeks and Ellen 
was glad that the boy was no longer traumatized by her leaving. He had been 
very sullen and sulky for the first few days after she had broken the news 
to him, but after a time he came to realize what she had realized that first 
night after he had sodomized her so gloriously. And that was that they could 
never be together, not really, not as any normal couple could. He had 
accepted that, and had finally come to believe it, and so, although he was 
sorry to see her go, he knew that what she had taught him would always be 
with him. 

Ellen closed the door behind her now and set her mind to Fletch. She knew, 
of course, that it might be some time before she could tell him about her 
newly discovered taste for teenage boys. And she knew that in time he would 
come to understand that it was no slight against him-she could enjoy every 
pleasure Fletch had to offer her and enjoy the sexual favors of youthful 
teenagers as well. The two options, as far as she could see, were not 
mutually exclusive! She loved Fletch with all her heart and she was 
altogether certain that she could make him understand that her own sexual 
needs were far deeper than she had ever before realized. 

Maybe . . . yes . . . what an idea! She would be working as Guidance 
Counselor in the exclusive boys' school where Fletch had already found her a 
position . . . she could invite some of her students over for a little party 
sometime . . . and then suggest that they bring along some girl friends for 
Fletch! Then he would be able to learn from first-hand experience exactly 
what she was talking about! Ummmmm . . . what an intriguing idea! 

"Are you ready?" Mike's cheerful voice interrupted her reverie as he 
playfully slapped her sumptuous rounded ass-cheeks snuggled so provocatively 
beneath the tight-fitting skirt she had chosen for her journey. 

"Yes, darling. And I want to thank you again for driving me to the airport. 
I don't know what I'd do without you!" she smiled, letting her lush red lips 
teasingly graze across his warm moist lips as he picked up her suitcase. 

"I know what you'd do," he teased, smiling lecherously. "You'd go into the 
bathroom . . . and close the door so nobody could see you . . . and then 
you'd let your own fingers do what mine have been doing for." 

"Never mind, you wicked boy!" she cried in mock horror, already feeling the 
warm juices of her arousal beginning to seep wetly down onto the crotch band 
of her panties. All she had to do lately was to look at his virile young 
form . . . "Just get me to the plane on time!" 

"You know, there is another flight leaving an hour later . . . Ellen?" 

With silent mental apologies to Fletch, Ellen smiled, unlatched her 
apartment door and pulled Mike in after her. "All right. . . but I mustn't 
miss that one . . . so let's be quick about it!" 

Once back inside the door, she took only her panties off and bent over the 
arm of the easy chair. And he worked his cock in and out of her from behind. 
He looked down and watched it sliding in and out, time and again sliding it 
in, as if trying to choke her with it, fill her to bursting with it. Again 
and again both his tool and his on-fire mind went down into the great cavern 
of sex, listening to the sucking sounds of her body as it took its full 
length. Ellen could see what was happening back there, but could she ever 
feel it all! She had to have everything he could give. She was visualizing 
the moment he would come, flooding her insides, the creamy juice pouring out 
of him, into her. Just her imagination working on it made Ellen want to 
scream with the thrill. The slickness of his flesh against her smooth 
buttocks. 

"Ahhhhh!" came her womanly cry. 

He felt the wonderful tremors of her beautiful body. Her face was full of 
tears of joy when she turned her head to look back at him. He grinned a 
gritted teeth kind of grin. And let his body burst free. 


THE END
