The Innocent Wife
by Roger Grey


INTRODUCTION 

It is not always an easy task to extract from reality that small grain of 
truth that serves to form the basis of an artistic work. The huge, 
all-inclusive canvas which constitutes our daily, sometimes dull and boring 
lives, and on which are painted with confusing clarity all the most minute 
shades of experience, is seemingly too jumbled, too complicated to sort out 
those elements which turn mere occurrence into art. And so, it is only the 
most talented, the most perceptive and aware writers who can make an actual 
story, a case history, if you will, come alive in a novel with the same 
intensity and appeal which lesser writers give to frivolous flights of their 
own imaginations. 

We at Fireside Reader are proud to be able to present one of these rare and 
talented authors to you in this work, The Innocent Wife, a fascinating and 
true story of a young wife caught up in a world completely beyond her 
shallow experience... the world of the legalized gambling circles in the 
illustrious State of Nevada. The names of the actual characters have, of 
course, been changed to avoid legal action, and their present identities 
where applicable. 

Nonetheless, author Roger Grey depicts herein, with brilliant clarity, the 
interaction of his two main characters with the licentious club-owner, the 
club-owner's secretary, and the catalytic pit-boss into a social commentary 
of extreme importance given the current continuing emphasis on occupational 
"success" at any price. That such happenings are an almost daily occurrence 
can be documented for the price of a newspaper. 

Therefore, it is with great pride and pleasure that we, the publishers, 
offer The Innocent Wife for your thoughtful consideration. We hope you will 
feel, as we do, that it is an important, relevant, provocative and highly 
polished work of genius, a work which deserves to be recognized as one of 
the great psychological studies of all time... from its innocent beginnings, 
right up to the subtle, but effective, twist at its conclusion. Happy 
reading! 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Lloyd Duncan sat in the Circus Room of Hugh Warren's Big Top casino drinking 
double Scotch's. He gulped them down almost as fast as they came, each 
sending a shudder up his backbone... or what was left of it. He had a pretty 
good idea what it was Hugh Warren was going to say to him; "Big Joe" Meyer 
had been fairly lucid on that point when he said he'd talk to the boss about 
Lloyd's taking his place as pit boss when he moved up to the new place in 
Tahoe. Still, he only wished he had enough balls to just get up and walk out 
right then and there... job or no job. But, no, lily-livered coward that he 
was, he would sit right where he was at until Big Joe came to tell him it 
was alright to see the boss. The promotion meant a lot to him... Terri would 
just have to understand. 

But God, just the idea of that fat-assed con artist, Hugh Warren, putting 
his dirty skimming hands on his bride of two months was enough to make the 
young husband go pale. Dear sweet Terri, eighteen years old this month, not 
even old enough to get in the club, for God's sake. Jesus, he might even 
make her suck his cock! 

Things seemed to slant slightly askew as Lloyd stared at the world through 
the bottom of his fourth glass of Scotch, and he tried to console himself 
with what Big Joe had told him about it just being a one time deal, 
anyway... sort of like it was a hobby of the boss' or something to take the 
brides of his younger employee's to bed. Still, it was precious little 
consolation to the disconsolate husband of twenty-six; he could practically 
count every time they'd made love in the past eight weeks... and he'd been 
the first! 

"Hiya, kid! Ain't interrupting anything, am I?" 

Lloyd flinched at the deep-pitched voice of his immediate supervisor and 
started to spin around on his barstool to face him, but the mammoth hand on 
his shoulder helped him decide to settle for looking at the reflection in 
the mirror behind the bar. "Hi, Big Joe," he smiled sheepishly. "Wanna sit 
down an' have a drink with me?" 

Joe Meyer could tell by the kid's voice that he was about two sheets to the 
wind already. "Ain't got time, kid," he smiled, tightening the grip on 
Lloyd's shoulder. "Neither do you." 

If Lloyd Duncan had been drinking a gibson, he would have choked on the 
cocktail onion. "M-Mr. Warren's ready to see me now?" he slurred. 

Big Joe's bearish head bobbed up and down in the affirmative. 

* * * 

In the kitchen of her tiny Reno apartment, Terri Duncan puttered over 
dinner, adding this and that to the spaghetti sauce, and still undecided 
about which green vegetable she should serve. With Lloyd working the day 
shift, it was almost like he had a "regular" job, and she wanted everything 
to be just perfect. Not that she minded his job; in fact it was completely 
the opposite. She found the idea of being married to a croupier de roulette 
romantic in the extreme... certainly a far cry from the coal miner she might 
have married if she'd gone back to Punxatawny, Pennsylvania with her 
parents. 

Golly, it hardly seemed possible that she and Lloyd had been married for 
nearly two months already; it seemed like just yesterday that she'd arrived 
in Nevada for a Lake Tahoe vacation with her folks. Who'd ever have dreamed 
that after only two weeks she'd wind up marrying the first guy who'd asked 
since high school... no matter how devilishly handsome he was! 

The young brunette housewife had only to close her lovely gray eyes to 
remember their first encounter, and to recall that for both of them it had 
been love at first sight. 

It was an early day in April, and the buds on the few flowering trees that 
shared the lakefront with the towering ponderosa pines were already in 
bloom. The sun had been so strong, the temperature so high, that she'd felt 
all the cells of her body slowly lose their tension, relaxing after the long 
and arduous Eastern winter. 

She carried her light cotton jacket draped over one arm as she walked 
jauntily along, allowing her naked white shoulders to soak up the hot sun. 
Oh, she felt marvelous! Sun, crisp mountain air, a tiny little village to 
explore with its quaint little shops of felt and chains and leather, vying 
for attention with the placid daylight facades of some of the world's most 
glamorous gaming establishments... she just knew it was going to be a 
marvelous vacation! 

It was then that she noticed that someone seemed to be following her and she 
stepped up her pace. He was a young man, and a handsome one at that, but one 
could never tell, could one? 

"Excuse me, Miss," the calm sure voice spoke abruptly behind her, "did you 
drop this?" 

Without breaking stride, Terri tossed a quick glance over her shoulder and 
saw that he was holding out a green twenty-dollar chip. "It's not mine!" she 
snapped. 

"I'm not even twenty-one!" 

"Oh... Well then, it looks like we've found ourselves a bonanza, pretty 
lady... How 'bout lunch?" 

Terri stopped and turned to squarely face the persistent young man who was 
soon to become her husband. "Are you trying to pick me up!" she demanded 
coolly. 

Lloyd dimpled famously. "Yes," he said. 

Terri could feel her heart melting instantly against the onslaught of the 
young croupier's devastating smile. "W-Why me?" she softened. "I'm sure 
there are plenty of girls of age around here for you to attack." 

"Yes, that's right," he admitted. "But I'm not a vulture if that's what 
you_"" 

"It's not, as a matter of fact... I was thinking more in terms of wolf!" 

Lloyd's handsome smile remained unbroken. "How 'bout lunch, anyway?... It'll 
give you something to tell the girls back in Punxatawny... I'm a 
professional gambler, you know." He stated his case simply, without a hint 
of brag in his tone of voice. 

"H-How do you know where I come from?" 

"Oh, that! I know the desk clerk at the Tahoe Pines, where you're staying... 
I saw you this morning in the lobby and thought it was worth a try." 

Terri was oddly flattered that he had taken the time to find out about her, 
but her guard was decidedly still up. "Do you do that often?" she queried. 
"I mean, hang around hotel lobbys trying to pick up underage girls?" 

"No, this is the first time." 

"I'll bet!" 

"How 'bout lunch...?" 

Needless to say, she had lunch with him... and a date later that same 
evening... and a proposal within the week over the heartiest objections of 
her mother and pharmacist father. 

Green Beans! 

Terri rifled the cupboards for a can of green beans and, finding none, took 
off her apron and draped it over the back of a kitchen chair. She had just 
enough time to run down to Safeway before Lloyd got home. Thank God he was 
working a little late tonight! 

* * * 

"Y-You mean you want me to let you have my wife, Terri?" the young husband 
stammered as if he'd just now fully understood the arrangement. 

"That's the price of your promotion, Floyd boy_"" 

"Lloyd." 

"That's the price, Lloyd... There's a lot of guys with more seniority than 
you got around here that should get that job, y' know... Don't you young 
punks know better'n to look a gift horse in the mouth?" 

Lloyd felt slightly nauseous, a mixture of the rapidly ingested liquor in 
the bar, and the disgusting sight of his obese employer sitting there with 
his feet propped up on his desk, an enormous half-chewed black cigar planted 
in his liverish sixty-year-old lips. "But how...?" he managed. 

Hugh Warren flicked an imaginary ash off the lapel of his tailored 
pinstriped suit as if that were the most important consideration of the 
moment. Then, staring blankly at the ceiling, "Floyd, kid, you just get her 
out to my place for the weekend, and I'll take care of the rest of it." 

"B-But what'll I tell her for Christ's sake?" 

"Tell her my maid's sick or something, and I told you to ask her to help out 
'cause I got some important people coming... That's the way we worked it out 
with Lynda Fletcher and it worked like a charm... Best cocksucker in the 
State of Nevada, even if I did break her in." 

Like a speeded-up movie, all kinds of lewdly obscene pictures started 
running through the young husband's brain as he thought of Hugh Warren 
running his pudgy thick-fingered hands all over Terri's naked body, touching 
her softly rounded breasts and flaring hips, putting his filthy hot penis 
between her slender white legs. 

"Of course the whole thing'll depend on what she looks like," Warren 
interjected. "I only got Joe Meyer's word to go on, so you better fix it up 
to take her out to dinner at the Golden Empress tomorrow night so's I can 
get a look at her." 

Lloyd swallowed dryly. "I-If I agree, Terri won't get hurt?" His voice was 
trembling as if it were about to crack. 

"Naw, I ain't no goddamn pervert," the lewd fat man cackled gamely, a 
diamond-studded pinky absent-mindedly finding its way up one hairy nostril. 
"I've had a lot of practice breaking in these young tricks... She'll be 
suckin' and fuckin' to beat the band when I get through with her!" 

Lloyd opened his mouth to reluctantly agree, but nothing came out so he 
settled for shaking his head. 

"Good boy, Floyd!" Warren brightened as he got to his feet and extended his 
beefy paw across the massive desk. "Now, don't forget, tomorrow at eight, 
Golden Empress...!" 

As Lloyd unsteadily found his feet and accepted his employer's hand, he 
couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the fat man's slacks, and the 
spreading stain of semen where the head of his erection should be. Jesus, he 
thought, nobody could have a cock that size! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lloyd Duncan dabbed the last vestiges of spaghetti from his mouth with the 
corner of his napkin and sat back in slothful contemplation of the meal he'd 
just consumed. "That was really good, babe," he complimented. "In fact, it 
was so damn good I think I'll take you out to eat tomorrow night as a 
reward... Maybe even the Golden Empress." 

"Really!" Terri exploded. "Oh, darling, that'd be just fab... We haven't 
been out to dinner in such a long time!" 

"Actually," Lloyd continued, laying his napkin aside and reaching for a 
cigarette, "you might call it sort of an early celebration...." he let his 
voice tag off on a trail of smokey promise. 

"A celebration? What celebration, Lloyd?" 

"You may be looking at the new pit boss at the Big Top." 

"Oh, darling... really?" 

Lloyd nodded. "Real strong possibility, baby... Just as soon as Big Joe 
Meyer moves up to the new place this fall." 

"That would mean a raise, wouldn't it, Lloyd?" 

"How's twice as much as I'm making now sound to you?" 

"Sounds like a lot, Lloyd... Golly, we could buy that house in Sparks 
and_"" 

"Whoa! I told you it was a real strong possibility, hon... We'd better not 
spend the money yet." 

"Yeah, sure, Lloyd... Gee, I love that house." 

Lloyd couldn't help but smile. Hell, he thought, maybe it won't be so bad, 
after all... So she has to suck Warren's cock to earn the house of her 
dreams... Shit, she might even enjoy herself! Suddenly, the thought of his 
obese employer sticking that giant prick of his into his virginal young wife 
caused his own long penis to jerk in his pants. Hell, it won't hurt Terri to 
be nice to the boss, he rationalized. Maybe that's what they mean about a 
good woman standing behind every successful man. 

Terri got to her feet and started to clear away the supper dishes then, and 
Loyd's suddenly sparkling eyes followed her every move. Sweet Jesus, it 
looked like those big balloon titties of hers were going to pop right 
through the thin cotton material of her housedress at any given second! 

His lecherous eyes trailed down to her tiny handspan waist, lingered there 
for a second, then dropped to the flaring heart-shaped moons of her pert 
little ass. Idly, he wondered if his sixty-year-old boss would screw her 
there too. "Fuck the dishes, honey," he suddenly heard himself saying. 
"Let's go to bed!" 

Terri was half-smiling when she turned to face her handsome croupier 
husband, her cheeks instantly flushing an embarrassing shade of pink. 
"Lloyd!" she reprimanded. "Your language!" 

What a fucking paradox the bitch is, Lloyd smiled sheepishly. That goddam 
dress just barely covering her ass, them foxy white legs propped six inches 
off the floor on them goddam "fuck me" platforms...."Sorry, babe." 

Suddenly, Terri was reaching behind her tiny waist to undo the sash of her 
apron. "See, darling," she cooed, "you can catch more flies with honey than 
you can with vinegar!" 

Before Lloyd could even calculate an appropriate response, he was on his 
feet and scooping her up in his arms enroute to their tiny bedroom. 
Silently, even as she snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, Terri 
prayed that tonight would be the night... that she'd actually... she'd 
actually... She was afraid to even think it, she'd come so close to orgasm 
so many times without making it. 

In a rush, they were clawing at each other's clothing, stripping 
unpretentiously as they fell across the bed locked in lewd embrace. Their 
tongues met in a dance macabre of unveiled lust, and before she knew it, he 
had her pushed flat on her back and was centering the head of his swollen 
flesh at the entrance of her hungry young pussy. 

"OOOhhh, Goddd!" she moaned as she stared up at the pleasure-stricken face 
of her lusty young husband. "Oh, yesss, darling... YESSS!" 

Lloyd began to fill her nubile young cunt in long slow strokes, rhythmic 
lunges that fucked into her tight, yet eagerly yielding, vagina to greater 
and greater depths until, at last, she felt the rubbery tip of his penis 
brushing hotly against her cervix, his sperm-filled balls slapping 
resoundingly against the thin velvet crevice that parted the gentle slopes 
of her white buttocks. The curious mixture of pleasure and unexpected pain 
left her virtually breathless... somewhere between heaven and delicious 
hell. Oh, dear God, yes! she thought wildly. Let this be the night! 

At first, from her tiny wailing gasps, Lloyd was afraid that he might have 
hurt her. But then, he felt her begin to writhe and squirm beneath him 
passionately, and he knew otherwise. Her delightfully clasping young cunt, 
as if it had a mind of its own, initiated a voracious muscular squeezing 
along the full length of his deeply burrowing prick, her succulent 
strawberry nipples crushing hotly against his muscular chest. The smooth 
flat plane of her belly pushed feverishly against him, while her thighs 
clamped at his waist as she worked her now hungrily accepting pussy up and 
down the full hardness of his flesh. 

"Oh, Lloyd... Lloyd, darling... please don't stop... don't ever stop!" Terri 
pleaded as his aching rod of desire-hardened penile flesh soared into her 
quivering vaginal sheath and her head began to flail excitedly from side to 
side. 

Lloyd saw the tiny teeth marks appear on her ripe lower lip, where she'd 
nibbled at it. Then, she was sucking and biting at his own probing tongue as 
he thrust it into her moaning mouth. He saw the thin film of perspiration 
beading on her forehead beneath the tangled wealth of her ebony tresses, and 
the way her neck was straining as low hums of passion-filled abandon poured 
from deep within her very soul. Man! He'd never seen his lovely little bride 
cut loose like this before! And., he wondered if the mention of his raise 
had anything to do with it. The lewd sight of her enchantingly naked body, 
writhing and bucking beneath him, spurred him viciously onward. She was his 
now... to fuck any way he chose! 

Terri cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt and 
unexpected pain of his assault as he slipped his hands beneath the firm 
white cheeks of her smoothly rounded ass and pulled her tightly up to him. 
The vicious smacking of his heavy sperm-laden balls against her tiny 
puckered asshole echoed lewdly throughout the small bedroom. 

"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh! D-Don't hurt me, Lloyd... please!" she choked brokenly. 

But Lloyd hardly heard her as he plunged ever harder and deeper in his 
mounting passion, screwing his hammering pelvis tighter into her soft pussy. 
Then, to his utter surprise, Terri began to arch upwards with her velvet 
hips to meet him, matching his punishing lunges with some of her own. Her 
eyes were actually glassy with her unrestricted passion as she suddenly 
raised them both inches off the bed in wild untamed cadence to her incessant 
moans beneath him, opening and closing her legs, scissor-like, high above 
his head. 

Insanely, Lloyd fucked into her, cupping her naked trembling loins tighter 
and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs until 
she was nearly bent double, her knees touching the sensitive erect tips of 
her nipples, causing her voluptuously milking cunt to flower open yet wider 
to receive him. 

Terri tossed her head in mind-boggling bliss, the momentary twinges of pain 
she had known quickly giving way to the pleasure Lloyd was bringing her 
enraptured body. Her smooth firm thighs and buttocks quivered and twitched 
on either side of his virile young body, and her tongue slithered in and out 
of his receptive mouth in lewd parody of the actions below. There had never 
been anything to equal the pleasure she was enjoying this night! 

"OOOooohhh! Harder?' she urged in a voice that was positively ragged with 
lust. "Please do it harder!" 

Lloyd gaped down at her in a mixture of incredulity and utter amazement; her 
almost-frenzied licentious performance firing him wildly. God, if she 
performed half this well for Hugh Warren, he'd wind up a full partner! 
Half-a-dozen times already, he'd been barely able to hold back, to stave off 
the inevitable, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to do it again... that 
he'd collapse if he didn't find release soon, he stared downward to where 
his lead heavy cock was plummeting furiously in and out of his bride's hot 
little pussy, concentrating on the satin feel of the tight pink folds of raw 
flesh that clasped and clung to his meat as he thrust into her with 
lightning force. Oh, sweet Jesus, it was just too much! 

In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the pace and deepen 
his stokes as Terri writhed frantically under him, grinding up and down his 
almost-bursting cock with an incredible fury, her long white legs jerking 
out of control, her toes curled under as she arched her back still higher. 
Lloyd pounded furiously, pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing 
them back hard until her head was enframed by them, lifting the plane of her 
naked cunt until it was wide open to his almost inhuman battering of her 
hopelessly exposed flesh. 

"Oh, that's it, Lloyd darling... like that, LIKE THAT!" she cried, her mouth 
gone slack, her eyes rolling insanely in her lovely head. "Don't stop! My 
God, don't stop, darling!" she gasped, her angelic innocent face bearing 
only the slightest resemblance to the girl he knew and loved, her wild 
passion warping her features into a sensuously depraved mask of obscene 
lust. 

"OOOooohhh... don't stop, Lloyd... no! Harder! Do it harder! Fuck me, 
darling... fuck me...!" 

Lloyd's senses were a mass of confused lust, and he needed only to hear the 
lewd four-letter word tumble wantonly from Terri's lips to peak him. 
Whatever else she had said he hardly heard, but it didn't matter! His 
aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into a million pieces any second 
now! His balls would shatter like dropped crystal, splattering the walls of 
the room! He wanted to wail out as he ground hard into her rhythmically 
sucking young cunt in his efforts to penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her 
deliciously grinding belly! He watched her perspiring breasts heave and 
quiver beneath his brutal hammering... even saw their thick pink nipples 
distend as she flailed her head madly from side to side... and then it 
tripped! He was cumming... like an artesian well! 

An odd expression contorted Terri's pixyish features. She felt the jerking 
and expanding of his sperm-laden cock and realized its meaning! He was going 
to cum! And, leave her unfulfilled again! How many times had he left her 
like this? How many, many times?" 

"No!... Please NOOOOOOOO!... Not yet, Lloyd! Don't cum yet, LLOYD!" she 
begged, jamming her voraciously sucking cunt against the thundering, 
thrusting rod of his flesh as if to try to stop the unstoppable. "Wait for 
me!" 

Lloyd wanted to hold back for her, but it was too late! The hot stream had 
already begun to charge the length of his cock, his throbbing balls pumping 
sporadically like some welltooled mechanism extracting oil from the bowels 
of the earth. He... she... both felt it spurt into her, he from the tip of 
his exploding cock... she, as the blood inflated head expanded and 
contracted, squirting its thick hot sperm like a jet of scalding cream 
against the walls of her desperately clasping vagina. 

Terri screamed again and again. "No... no... my God, nooo!" 

But her handsome young husband was too far above her at that moment, and 
though he heard her cries, he knew he could do nothing but revel in the 
delight of his hot sperm racing the full length of his cock as its 
stimulating ecstasy wracked his muscular frame. 

And then, it was over. Unashamedly, the young housewife sobbed out her 
desperate frustration as-his rapidly deflating prick grew soft and slipped 
from her cum-filled pussy and he fell back in confused disgust with himself, 
his cheeks flushed, his mouth slack. 

"Damnit, Terri... Baby, I'm sorry... honest I am, but I couldn't help 
myself!" he whined weakly, scarcely able to look at her. "I really tried to 
hold back, you believe me, don't you?" 

Terri said nothing as she fought to regain control of her ragged emotions 
and quell the raging inferno of sensations that were tingling wildly in her 
unsatisfied loins. In all truth, she knew he'd done his best... and that it 
really wasn't his fault if she had such a hard time cumming. She looked at 
him, sitting there so dejected and ashamed, blaming himself for what she 
wondered wasn't her own inadequacy, and a feeling of warm compassion and 
love surged through her. 

"I-It's alright, Lloyd," she whispered reassuringly, "I'll make it next time 
for sure!" 

Yet even as he climbed out of bed and padded off toward the kitchen to get 
himself a beer, she wondered. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lloyd and Terri Duncan stepped past the headwaiter holding there velvet 
rope, then waited for him to lead them to their table. Lloyd was waiting to 
see the look of surprise on her face when they were shown to the small 
circle surrounding the spotlighted stage where the floor show would be. It 
had cost him an extra twenty dollars to get it but, all considered, it was 
worth it. 

As Terri wound through the narrow lanes among the other diners, Lloyd 
couldn't help noticing the envious looks he received from most of the men. 
He smiled secretly to himself as he watched his young wife's sensuous walk 
ahead of him. Terri wasn't as tall and long-legged as she looked in the 
form-fitting white mini-dress he'd made her wear, and his insistence on the 
upswept black hair-do accented the effect even more. He enjoyed the way her 
tautly rounded buttocks undulated smoothly under the white satin material. 
Her waist was so narrow and wasp-like that he could encircle it with his 
hands, but her gently curving hips flared out enticingly to the sides. 

When they reached the table, she turned to face him as the Chinese waiter in 
his red dinner jacket pulled the chair out for her. She had refused to go 
out with her husband in the low-cut top he had wanted her to wear, and she 
had altered it so that only the tantalizing promise of her firmly ripened 
breasts was visible. Even so, he thought as she sat down with a slightly 
surprised expression on her lovely face, she's easily the most exciting 
woman in the place. 

Pleased though she was at being the center of so much attention in the 
expensive supper club, Terri nevertheless found herself worrying about how 
much the evening was going to cost. Just to get to the front table must have 
set Lloyd back five dollars, she figured. 

The waiter brought them a brace of Black Russians and left them the menu. 
Before Lloyd could even pick it up to look, she glanced at the prices down 
the side, and her heart skipped a beat. She tried to smile at him when he 
raised his glass and put his left hand over hers in a gesture of continuing 
devotion, but she couldn't bring herself to answer his beaming happiness 
with full conviction... not at these prices. 

Lloyd became aware of her faltering hesitation and he leaned over the table 
with a look of concern on his face. "What's the matter, honey?" he asked. 
"Don't you like Chinese food?" 

Immediately, Terri felt guilty for being such a wet blanket. Lloyd was just 
trying to please her, after all... and there was the possibility of the 
raise. "Sure I do, darling," she brightened. "Chop suey's one of my favorite 
things!" 

She suddenly felt better and downed the rest of her drink with him. The 
glasses were whisked away silently almost before she had set hers on the 
table, and she glanced meaningfully at the menu lying on the table, hoping 
Lloyd would take the hint and order the food soon. Another Black Russian 
would make four drinks in a little over an hour, and already she could feel 
her head beginning to spin. Besides, she knew even though Lloyd prided 
himself on his capacity for drink, he often was obnoxiously drunk before he 
knew it was happening, and she didn't want him to embarrass her in the 
Golden Empress of all places! 

She saw with relief that he had taken the hint and was looking over the menu 
with great care as he tried to decide what they should have. The young 
housewife took the opportunity to take a good look at the man she'd so 
recently married. He was twenty-six, with a face that seemed even more 
boyishly handsome than it had when they'd first met, and his thick brown 
hair, cut stylishly in the new "shorter" style for men, barely covered his 
ears at the sides, and the tip of his shirt collar in back. God he was 
handsome, she thought proudly, and so "In" looking in the wide lapels of his 
vested sky-blue suit. 

"What say we start with almond chicken, moo goo gai pan, and_"" 

"Chop suey?" Terri queried hopefully. 

Lloyd nodded indulgently. "And maybe some sweet and sour pork?" 

"Sounds yummy, darling!" 

He was looking at her with those warmly expressive eyes of his, his perfect 
white teeth flashing in a broad and easy smile. "I would've suggested crab, 
but I know how you'd feel about scooping it out of the shell," he teased in 
reference to her innate squeamishness. "It may not come up to 
Jack-In-The-Box, but it's amazing what the Chinese can do with all that 
crabgrass and stuff." 

Lloyd didn't seem to notice her nervous mood as he took a long healthy 
swallow of his freshened drink. Terri sipped hers carefully, not wanting to 
get so tipsy that she couldn't enjoy the food when it finally arrived. 
Already, she was feeling a little lightheaded and drowsy, and she had no 
intention of complicating matters by draining her glass quickly and giving 
her incorrigible young husband an excuse to order up another round. 

"Here's to the future, honey," he suddenly announced as he raised his glass 
in toast, "may it be as bright as your eyes are tonight!" 

Terri accepted the toast with a gracious, "Thank you, darling," even though 
she felt her eyes were anything but bright at the moment... like maybe 
"glassy" would've been a better word. 

Dinner was delivered with surprising haste considering the size of the 
evening's crowd, and as Lloyd dug heartily into the food on his plate, Terri 
glanced around at her surroundings for the first time since they'd entered 
the place. It really was an impressive establishment, she was forced to 
admit, and she supposed she was just being silly about the money; it wasn't 
like they went out to eat every night of the week, for heaven's sake. She 
let her eyes wander from one spotlighted table to another, without obviously 
staring at any of the chic and polished women who somehow managed to make 
her feel a little dowdy, even though her husband had assured her she was the 
prettiest woman in the place. Then, she looked across the circular 
separating expanse of the combination stage and dance floor, and suddenly 
realized that the man seated there in the smoke-filled haze had been fixing 
his attention on her for quite some time. 

He seemed not to care that she had caught him with his hand in the 
proverbial cookie jar, continuing to stare in her direction with a lewdly 
suggestive smile playing over his rubbery thick lips. Terri felt herself 
blushing as she unconsciously returned his stare, just as she popped a 
forkful of almond chicken into her sensuously ovalled mouth... and saw the 
strange fat man lick his own ovaled lips in obvious relish over what she was 
doing. 

The lewd expression on his pudgy white face embarrassed the young wife so 
much that she nearly choked on her food, and she was forced to gulp down a 
hearty swallow of her fifth Black Russian to keep from strangling. She tried 
to ignore him after that, but every time she put her fork in her mouth, she 
could sense that lizardlike tongue snaking out to wet those disgusting fat 
lips. She was used to men finding her attractive, to stare in appreciation 
even, but never, never had anyone ever appraised her in such a blatant 
display of obvious carnal interest. God, she felt like a side of beef in a 
butchers display case! 

Oddly, she found herself wondering what the coppery-haired woman sitting 
next to him must be thinking. She looked about thirty-five, Terri surmised, 
and even though she had a beautifully striking face, it was made up with too 
much eye-shadow and pale lipstick to accentuate the softer highlights of the 
woman's rusty tresses. Somehow, the woman looked far harder and depraved 
than anyone her age should look, and Terri could see the outline of her 
ripely matured breasts under her tight black sheath. Indeed, she seemed just 
the sort of woman who would be with such a horrid fat man who had been 
staring at her... was still staring at her. 

Abruptly, without a hint of warning, the redhead turned and looked directly 
over her naked shoulder at Terri. Caught by surprise, the young housewife 
saw that the hard-featured woman gave her a quick caustic appraisal before 
cocking her eyebrow insultingly and turning her back on her. 

"What's the matter, honey?" Lloyd queried innocently. "You look like you 
just saw a ghost." 

"That man!" she stammered brokenly. "That fat man across the dance floor... 
He's staring at me!" 

"So? You're a pretty girl." 

"He's not looking at me like I'm pretty, Lloyd... H-He's looking at me like 
I was naked!" 

Lloyd turned and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. He knew perfectly 
well who Terri was talking about, but he had to play out his hand as 
carefully as possible. Getting Terri to go along with the plan was going to 
be difficult enough as it was. "That's just Hugh Warren," he shrugged with 
mock indifference, "my boss... He's probably just looking over here because 
he recognizes me." 

"Who's that with him?" 

"Oh, her?" Lloyd turned to look again. "That's Rita Collins, his secretary." 

"Some secretary!" 

Lloyd took another heart-soothing sip of his cocktail. 

"Just ignore them, honey... Enjoy your dinner." 

"Enjoy my dinner!" she stammered. "Lloyd, he's not staring at you; he's 
staring at me!" 

"Okay, okay... I'll go have a word with him, alright!" He cursed himself 
again and again for falling prey to his weakness as he edged his way between 
the ring of closely packed tables and across the dance floor. 

"Hi, Floyd," Warren said without smiling as Lloyd reached the table. 
"Enjoying your dinner?" He didn't offer to shake hands, to Lloyd's relief, 
and instead sat back in his chair, almost glaring up in his face. "You know 
Rita, I suppose?" he asked shrewdly, noticing Lloyd's glance sliding down 
her ripely enticing curves visible above the table. 

"I've seen her, yes," the young dealer replied, slightly embarrassed by the 
cool, calculating gaze Warren's secretary was giving him, a suggestive 
little smile beginning to play at the corners of her full sensuous mouth. 

"That the little wife?" the fat man asked, giving his head a little toss in 
Terri's direction. "Quiet a knockout. Why don't you ask her to join us?" 

"Thanks anyway, Mr. Warren, but she asked me to speak to you about staring 
at her that way. She, uh, finds it a bit disconcerting," he explained 
lamely, not wanting to offend his powerful employer. 

Hugh Warren suddenly changed his expression to one of anger, his complexion 
flushing an even more reddish color than before. He glowered across the 
dance floor for a long moment, his fists clenched tightly on the edge of the 
table, then he looked back at Lloyd, a harsh look of offended vanity 
clouding his expression. 

"What the fuck is she, some kind of goddamn prima donna!" he snarled. 

"It's just that she hasn't been around too much, Mr. Warren," Lloyd appeased 
quickly. "She doesn't mean anything by it... She's just shy, that's all." 

Warren stared at him blankly for what seemed a long time, his piggish eyes 
reflecting the fact that his brain was busy weighing odds, calculating like 
the gambler he was. Then, he relaxed and snorted, "Them tits all hers?" 

Lloyd's face flushed the color of the waiter's jacket. "Yeah, that's all 
her. Mr. Warren," he nodded. 

"Go tell her I wanna dance with her when the band gets back from their 
break." 

"But...." Lloyd started to protest, but found he lacked the courage. 

"Good boy, Floyd... Now get your ass back to your table and tell that snotty 
little whore what I said!" 

As Terri watched Lloyd crossing the dance floor, she could tell that 
something was troubling him. "Now you look like the one who's seen a ghost," 
she commented as he reclaimed his chair. "Is something wrong?" 

Lloyd shrugged and motioned for the waiter to bring them another round of 
drinks. "They wanted us to join them, but I told them we had to leave pretty 
soon," he lied smoothly. "Whew!" Terri exhaled. "I'm glad you_"" 

"Now, for the bad news," the treacherous young husband interrupted. "He... 
He made me promise we wouldn't leave 'til he had a dance with you." 

"No!" 

"I don't like it any better than you do, Terri, but_"" 

"No!" 

she repeated, shaking her head in emphasis. "Absolutely not!" 

Lloyd studied her defiantly beautiful features for a few seconds before 
shrugging, "Well, eat hearty, kid... Tomorrow I may be looking for another 
job." 

Terri felt her eyes brimming instantly. "He wouldn't do that... would he? I 
mean, just because I didn't dance with him?" 

Lloyd studied her over the rim of his glass but said nothing. 

"C-Couldn't you tell him I have a headache, or something?" 

"Yeah, I could tell him that," Lloyd shoved his plate aside and reached for 
a cigarette. "And he could tell me, 'Sorry, kid, we don't need as many 
croupiers as we used to.'" Terri was flabbergasted. "But what about the 
promotion and the raise and everything?" 

"It don't count for nothing if you insult the boss, babe... Love it or leave 
it." 

Terri quickly downed the rest of her drink. "Okay," she sighed resignedly, 
"just one dance and then we go... promise?" 

"Promise." 

The next few minutes passed in total silence as they waited for the band to 
return from their break. Then, almost immediately, the frightened young 
brunette housewife could see the lewd fat man waddling cockily across the 
dance floor towards her. "Well," she sighed, getting to her feet, "here goes 
nothing!" 

Out on the dance floor, Terri soon discovered her strength was no match for 
that of her husband's obnoxious employer. Hugh Warren held her so tightly 
against him that she couldn't breathe, her melonous half-naked breasts 
squashed nearly flat to his flabby chest, while below, to her utter 
mortification, his rapidly stiffening erection pressed firmly into the 
yielding softness of her abdomen through the thin material of her 
mini-dress. God, she couldn't even complain for fear of Lloyd's promotion! 

"You're a real smooth dancer, kid," the lewd boss stated matter-of-factly. 
"If you're half this good in the sack, ol' Floyd's really got himself a 
honey!" 

Terri nearly stumbled as the band seemed to fade away against the burning 
sensation in her ears. Indeed, she became momentarily aware only of the 
ragged breathing on her perfumed neck, and the length of his cock pressed 
hotly against the softness of her stomach. God, she couldn't believe the 
temerity of this man who was nearly old enough to be her grandfather! 

"You got big tits, too," Warren added. "I like big tits." 

Terri was never so relieved in her life as when the music finally stopped 
and the fat man ushered her reluctantly back to her husband at the table. 

"What's the matter, honey," Lloyd queried needlessly as soon as Warren had 
wandered back to his own table. "You look as white as a sheet." 

"I-I think I'm going to be sick, Lloyd," she gasped. "You want another 
drink?" 

"I just want to go home, Lloyd... Now!" 

On the way out the door, the young couple failed to note that Rita Collins' 
head was suddenly thrown back in outrageous peals of laughter over something 
Hugh Warren had just whispered in her lovely ear. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Take your time, Janis... just pretend I'm not even here!" Hugh Warren 
instructed the beautiful blond with a chuckle. "I'm gonna be working in here 
for a little while." 

"Yes, Mr. Warren," Janis Holmes replied in her soft, shy voice, nodding 
sweetly as she bent down to dust a bookshelf a few feet away from where her 
new employer sat behind his massive teak desk. 

His disturbing gaze seemed to bore right through the sheerness of her tiny 
black maid's uniform, and the young divorcee felt an icy tremor thrill up 
her spine. It was as if his lecherous little eyes were stripping her bare, 
and his assurance that she should pay no attention to him because he was 
"working," made her feel all the more uncomfortable in his presence. He 
wasn't working at all... just sitting there, leering at her... glancing up 
and down the length of her body with a strange sort of approval etched 
across his fat and ugly face! Her hand trembled predictably as she wiped 
along the tops of the row of books with her feather-duster, and she suddenly 
found herself unable to concentrate on what she was doing from one minute to 
the next. 

Jesus, what an innocent-looking young bitch! 

Warren thought to himself as he ogled his new maid's lush, girlish figure. 
Damn near as nice as that little black-haired slut I danced with last night 
at the Golden Empress! She was almost toylike, he mused, a foxy little 
twenty-two-year-old toy, with long platinum hair and big, fluttery sky-blue 
eyes. Man, he was glad now that he'd bought her that little outfit! It was a 
gauzy, see-through blouse and a kind of little girl's pinafore with a 
nipped-in waist and an abbreviated mini-skirt that accentuated every lovely 
inch of the girl's body, from the deep cleavage showing between her large 
white breasts, to the taper of her slender waist, to the softly rounded 
outward curve of her luscious hips sloping into her long smooth thighs and 
down to her calves and ankles. Jesus H. Christ, she was absolutely 
mouthwatering to look at! 

Involuntarily, Warren sucked in his breath at the sight of Janis' sweet 
chasteness. There was no denying that there was something especially 
vulnerable about the girl, in that almost-naked expression on her face that 
made her look as if she required shielding from the world. She seemed so 
innocent, so untouched by the raw sophistication of a world famous haven for 
gamblers, whores, and toughs of every persuasion. But there was something 
else, too... something deeper and excitingly sensual that seemed to be just 
begging to be exploited to the fullest. Well, by God, he was just the man to 
do it! he gloated inwardly. 

"Do you like it here, Janis?" Warren queried bluntly. "Oh, yes!" the little 
blonde answered quickly avoiding his piggish little eyes as she fought 
valiantly to control her discomfort around him. "I-I like it very much, Mr. 
Warren!" 

"Do you like me, Janis?" he pressed pointedly as he continued to devour her 
lusciousness with his greedy eyes. 

He couldn't get over her youthful smoothness, how unused and unmarred she 
was, even though he knew she'd been married for two years before she'd come 
to him looking for a job. "You didn't answer me," he repeated. "I asked you 
if you liked me!" 

"I-I don't know what you mean, Mr. Warren," the blue-eyed lovely winced. 
Then, on second thought, "I mean, of course I do, Mr. Warren!" 

"As a man, Janis...?" 

Instantly, she saw the self-satisfied smirk on his round face as his eyes 
traced the contours of her throat to the tantalizing shadowed hollow between 
her full breasts. She hardly dared breathe, and wondered anxiously why he 
was putting her in such an awkward position by asking her a question that 
she obviously couldn't answer. 

"Now, c'mon, Janis," the lewd man cackled gamely, "you understand plain 
English, don't you!" 

"I... Yes... I mean, I understand English... It's just that_"" 

"You honestly don't think I hired you 'cause of your abilities with a dust 
mop, do you!" As he studied her querulous face, he could feel the blood 
throbbing painfully into the large expanded head of his cock, and the tiny 
droplets of slippery clear seminal fluid that had already begun to seep in 
smearing contact against his beefy thigh. Then, surreptitiously, he opened 
the fly of his expensive gabardine slacks to ease the pain a little. "Don't 
look so gaddam nervous, Janis!" he reprimanded her. "This is the free 
enterprise system we're living in... If you don't like the job, you can 
quit!" 

"But, I have to have this job!" she stammered, still pleading with her deep 
blue eyes. "You know I have a little girl to support!" 

"That's right," Warren chuckled. "And the economy ain't so fuckin' hot right 
now, is it? I mean, if you walk out that goddam door, you may be months 
finding another job...." As he let his voice trail off on that sinister 
note, and with the massive teak desk shielding his actions, Warren slowly 
massaged the thick wealth of his foreskin back and forth over the slippery 
bulb of his cock. Then, as she glanced down at the floor in shameful horror, 
he slyly peeled back the flaps of his trouser front to fully release his 
hard thick penis. 

"I, oh God, Mr. Warren... please." she whimpered. Don't make me do something 
awful. I can't... I can't!" 

Warren's cock stood out in lewdly menacing erection under the top of the 
desk as he savored the thought of the obscenities to come, dwelling 
particularly on what a delectable sight it would be to see his stiff meat 
squirting out its load into Janis' sweet and innocent face, dribbling down 
over her bulging white titties, while she got down on her hands and knees 
before him! 

"Sure you can, sweetie!" he offered. 

Janis had never had a man talk to her that way before, not even her bastard 
of a first husband, and she was visibly shaken. But, that shock was mild 
compared to the one she felt as she watched her lecherous new employer get 
to his feet, his lewdly distended cock bulging out like a dripping crimson 
carrot from his milking fist. God, he was built like a horse down there! 

"Well, Janis, what's it gonna be? Fuck or suck?" 

"I-I can't, Mr. Warren," she lied pitifully. "It's... It's my period!" 

"Suck," Warren answered his own question. 

Any other time, she would have run like a frightened bunny to escape from 
such an indecent display of vulgar carnality, but now she was paralyzed, her 
feet rooted to the floor, oddly incapable of directing her bulging eyes from 
the penis poling out from the fat man's open fly. It was insane, hideously 
sinful... and she knew, sickeningly, that she had no real choice! 

There was a glint of pleased amusement in Warren's lusty eyes when he saw 
the stunned expression on Janis' exquisite face. By God, look at her! the 
huge man smirked to himself as he moved ponderously around the corner of the 
desk. She's shaking so bad her tits are gonna pop right out of that dress! 

"You might as well relax and enjoy yourself, baby!" he gloated as he stepped 
swiftly toward her, his pudgy fingers reaching out for her trembling 
breasts. "Don't?' she cried out in a sudden burst of courage. "Just because 
I've got Darla to think about doesn't mean I'm going to go to bed with you!" 

With that, Janis suddenly struggled to escape his grasping fingers, but 
Warren had expected the effort and deftly hung onto her blouse so that it 
came away from her shoulders and slipped down over her arms. "Don't fight 
it, bitch!" he snapped sullenly. 

She pulled frantically to get away from him, but his greater strength held 
her leaning forward in front of him, her firmly ripe breasts nakedly exposed 
from the blouse now lowered almost to her waist. Her arms were helplessly 
pinned to her sides by the sleeves of the garment, and she felt him wrap an 
arm tightly around her waist, forcing her body back against his. His free 
hand slipped around her naked shoulder, sliding across her midsection and 
rising to cup her right breast. He kneaded greedily at the resilient white 
mound in his palm, trapping the hardened sensitive nipple between his thumb 
and forefinger and squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a 
gasp of surprised excitement from Janis' open lips. He pushed forward with 
his pelvis to wedge his covered hardness into the narrow crevice between her 
tightly clenched buttocks. 

Then, the relentless employer crushed her ribs so tightly in his cruel 
embrace that she thought they would break, and he leaned back, forcing her 
feet up off the floor. She screamed loudly and kicked her knees up in front 
of her as he carried her with ease over to the crushed leather couch that 
dominated the far wall of the study. He was enjoying her vain attempts to 
resist, feeling her taut buttocks clenching and unclenching desperately 
around his hardness through the material of her skirt. 

Finally, she had no more strength to continue the struggle, and she grew 
limp in his vice-like grasp, a warm and breathing rag doll, a play thing to 
be used in any way he wished. Her head hung forward with her chin on her 
chest, her long blonde hair falling away in cascades over her melonous white 
breasts. 

"That's right, baby, you might as well give in," the fat man growled at her, 
his breath coming in short gasps from his effort. "Nobody's going to help 
you now!" 

Without warning, Warren threw her forward onto the couch and fell on top of 
her. As he lay there with his heaviness pinning her to the cushions, he used 
the freedom this gave his hands to remove his slacks, yanking them from 
under his enormous body. Then, his hands reached down to the hem of Janis' 
skirt and slipped it slowly upwards between them, crumpling it in a tight 
ring around her waist. 

Now, his distended hard cock was pressed right up into the naked warmth 
between her tautly squirming buttocks, its thin clear seminal fluid seeping 
out to make a wet trail on her creamy white ass-cheeks. 

The helpless young maid jerked and moaned as she felt his probingly hot 
shaft come into contact with her naked buttocks from behind, and then she 
felt one of his hands trail a slow teasing path down her side and insinuate 
itself under her ruthlessly pinioned body to pinch at her quivering belly 
beneath. The fat man forced his pudgy searching fingers between her 
down-grinding belly and the leather-covered cushions until he could feel the 
thin curly tangle of pubic hair on the little mound at the base of her 
stomach. He played with it for a moment and then suddenly curled his hand 
down into the moist narrow slit up between her thighs, the nail of his 
extended middle finger scraping gently over the tiny bud of her hotly 
throbbing clitoris, sending chills of unwanted sensation thrilling through 
her body. 

Janis felt a sudden surge of renewed energy to resist when his hand curled 
still farther into the juncture of her loins, parting the slightly moist 
lips of her pussy to teasingly snake its way inside the tight elastic 
opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks jangled through the struggling 
blonde's nerve-endings as she thrashed and twisted under the weight of the 
body above her. The rigid thickness of Warren's excited cock was now pressed 
deeper up into the sweat-moistened crevice between her ass-cheeks, throbbing 
as though it had a life of its own. Janis unconsciously ground back up 
against it in her panic, causing her tiny puckered anus to feel the direct 
contact of its bloated pulsing tip, and she flinched away from its hotness 
back down onto his hand. Warren began a gentle rocking motion forward 
against her ass, obscenely matching the rhythm with that of his finger 
fucking into her warmly encasing vagina below. He could feel the exciting 
swell of her shivering buttocks around his hotly probing cock and the wild 
sensation almost caused him to shoot his seething sperm over her squirming 
white flesh. But, he wasn't yet ready for that variation. 

Pressing his flat palm hard into the small of her back to keep her from 
raising up, he pulled his other hand roughly out from under her thrashing 
resisting body and tangled his fingers, wet with her vaginal juices, in her 
hair. Holding her fast to the couch with the pressure of his hand, the 
sadistic grin on his face widening, he lifted her contorted face by the hair 
up off the cushions. At the same time he scrambled over her on his knees 
until his loins were aligned next to her face, thrusting forward to ram his 
thick turgid cock up against her tightly compressed lips. 

Janis had her eyes clenched shut when she felt her mouth being forced open 
by something hard and rubbery pressing between her lips. She tightened the 
hinges of her jaws, but the force was relentless, and then she couldn't 
believe it when his lustfully swollen penis, thick and rounded at the 
bloated tip, slipped in between her teeth, intruding firmly until it was 
sunk deep in her gaping mouth. She was nearly choking on the hotly pulsing 
thickness, yet she pretended not to know what it was holding her teeth apart 
and forcing her tongue out of the way, but she couldn't ignore the insistent 
mouth-filling presence. She wanted to bite down hard but she was afraid the 
fat employer would hurt her if she did, and she thrashed with her shoulders 
to try to break away. 

Warren tightened his fingers in her blonde hair and shoved down harder with 
his other hand until it seemed he would snap her spine, his lewdly throbbing 
cock pushing in all the way to the very entrance of her throat. He started 
stroking in and out of her face, looking down to enjoy the clasping oval her 
unwilling lips made around his thickly rigid shaft. The hot wetness of her 
saliva made him groan in ecstasy above her. 

"Suck it, Janis baby... Use your tongue!" he commanded her with a gasp. 

The harshness of his tone and the back-bending pressure of his hand caused 
the young maid to open her eyes wide in fright so that she could now see the 
bulging thickness of his rod skewering into her face, the mass of 
salt-and-pepper pubic hair actually touching the end of her nose as he 
pumped into her painfully filled mouth. Her neck twisted to one side was 
hurting so badly she thought she would faint, and secretly she hoped she 
would_"to blot out the horror of what was happening to her. 

It can't be, it can't be! she repeated over and over in her fear-clouded 
mind. But the incessant gagging pressure of the cock slipping in and out of 
her burning lips did not let up, and she responded to the tearing of his 
fingers in her hair by reluctantly sliding her moistly ministering tongue 
over the bulging vein on the underside of his shaft. 

"That's it, baby," he groaned down at her, easing the grip of his fingers in 
her hair a little. "Suck it good, and I'll treat you nicer." 

Then, he moved the base of his hand across the plane of her cheekbone to 
press down on her bulging cheek and increase the pleasure she was giving his 
obscenely impaling cock. She was grunting involuntarily with each inward 
stroke he made, increasing his sensations a hundredfold by the animal-like 
sounds she was making around his hotly pulsing shaft. Experimentally, the 
lustfully aroused gambling casino owner eased the pressure of his hand on 
her lower back, and when she automatically tried to buck her body up from 
the couch and escape his cruel impalement of her mouth, he slapped her back 
down hard, bringing a low groan of helpless agony from her lips locked 
around his mouth-fucking cock. 

Again, slowly, he lifted his hand, and this time she did not make the 
attempt. He then brushed his now-free left hand over her trembling rounded 
buttocks and slipped his extended middle finger lightly along the clasping 
crevice between them. Without a word, he reached under her and loosened the 
gauzy blouse to pull it away. When it caught at her bent elbows, he jerked 
at it until she felt it would break her arm so that she reluctantly 
struggled to help him get it off. Finally, it came away, and then he 
uncovered her other arm, carelessly throwing it onto the floor beside the 
bed. Now, she was completely naked under his lewdly sadistic gaze, and she 
groaned again as he ran his fingers all over her exposed tingling flesh, 
pausing to tease for a moment at her tightly puckered anal ring. 

"Don't think you can escape me now!" he warned her in a husky lust-thickened 
voice. 

He watched her look up at his face with her terror-stricken blue eyes as if 
to say she had given up and whatever he wanted to do to her was unavoidable. 
Then, as he released his grip on her hair, she continued to swirl her tongue 
in servile acceptance around the tip of his smoothly pummeling cock. Warren 
reached down with both hands and, in one swift motion, flipped Janis over 
onto her back. His hard throbbing shaft remained firmly lodged in her 
succulent mouth as he moved over with her, straddling her face, his pudgy 
knees planted firmly on either side of her lovely blonde head, his eyes 
still locked on the prostrate nakedness of her lush young body. 

He kept stroking his still-expanding rod in and out, leaning forward then to 
grasp with his hands under her knees and raise them up and out to the sides, 
obscenely exposing her narrow pink slit to his lascivious gaze. He felt the 
young maid's mouth hesitate momentarily on his cock as though she might 
resist this further assault on her defenseless body, and he immediately 
pressed his palms into the firm inner flesh of her thighs, spreading them 
farther apart and holding them there by sheer animal force. He dropped his 
head with a bestial growl of delight and began to lick at her now-open 
pussy. He could feel the softness of her fine pubic hair against his lips as 
he flicked his tongue along the full length of her well-spread channel with 
lingering delight.. 

Janis jerked from the sudden electric contact with her sensitive cuntal 
flesh, unexpected thrills of pleasure welling up uncontrollably inside her 
quivering white belly. Then, she felt Warren's extended fingertips 
stretching the wet outer flanges away from the glistening furrow of her 
inner softness, and his hot thick tongue driving excitedly through the tight 
elastic ring into her weeping sex. The sudden, searing joy emanating from 
his probing lingual digit caused her to involuntarily bite down and scrape 
her teeth over the velvety skin of the rigidly throbbing member in her 
mouth, and he groaned in mixed pain and pleasure at the shock that spread to 
his semen-swollen testicles below. 

Warren felt the response he had been waiting for when Janis slowly began to 
undulate beneath him, screwing her loins up tight against his sucking face. 
He thrust the pointed tip of his hot tongue as deep as he could into her 
expanding moistness, his liverish thick lips nibbling at the quivering outer 
folds of her pussy each time he drove his stiff oral member as far as it 
would go up inside her. Jesus, what a hot fucking bitch she's turned out to 
be! he mused in smug silence. I hope that little wife of Lloyd's turns out 
to be half this hot! 

Janis felt like a cheap shameless whore. Here she was spread-eagled on her 
back under a man so fat and ugly she wouldn't have given him the time of day 
in public, his mouth performing indecent acts on her helpless vagina, his 
thick cock pumping relentlessly into her mouth... and she was enjoying every 
goddam second of it! She groaned heavily around the thrusting thickness of 
his cock in humiliation and debasement of the cutest sort, but she continued 
to suck him, increasing her efforts to give him pleasure without 
understanding why. In masochistic abandon, she began to rock her open loins 
up and down under the fat man's nose, grinding her quivering white buttocks 
lewdly into the couch cushions with each downward stroke, then arching 
boldly up again to meet the latest spearing thrust of his tongue. Her hips 
and thighs began to tremble uncontrollably at the wildly erotic feelings he 
was sending through her body, and she wished the whole world could suddenly 
see her squirming and thrashing like a madwoman, her naked legs kicking up 
in the air toward the ceiling and jerking insanely above her boss' ugly 
head. 

The lecherous club-owner didn't hesitate, but shoved his head forward the 
necessary extra inch to burrow his tongue into her puckered anal rim above, 
bringing deep-throated groans from his startled young maid's chest. Then, he 
began to alternate between the twin orifices, until the thin ridge of smooth 
flesh between them was slippery with a mixture of her own prodigiously 
flowing juices and his saliva. He could tell from the way her straining 
belly was beginning to jerk beneath him that she was nearing climax, and he 
took his hands from her thighs and moved them up to her hips to grasp her 
lusciously rounded buttocks in his pudgy fingers, digging harshly into them 
with his grubby nails as he pulled her tighter up to his mouth. 

He could feel her hotly quivering clitoris vibrate under his sucking lips 
like a tiny cock of its own, about to ejaculate into his mouth. And then, 
her cum-juices began to flood out copiously over his fucking tongue and she 
moaned and grunted her heartfelt release around his pistoning penis. 

Janis Holmes was sucking with complete abandon now, almost out of gratitude 
for the intense pleasure her lecherous employer had forced upon her. Her 
hands, which had been lying loosely on the couch beside their obscenely 
coupled bodies, suddenly took on a life of their own as they reached up to 
play over Warren's pumping and hollowing ass, instinctively dropping down to 
massage his beefy balls and the base of his prick until the obese man could 
hold back no longer. 

Warren increased the speed and power of his thrusts into the young maid's 
mouth until it seemed to her that she would surely choke on his stiffly 
poling cock. Then, he felt the hot load of his cum boil up out of his balls 
and began to spurt in endless streams into her repeatedly swallowing throat. 
On and on came the wild gushes of thick white sperm spewing hotly into 
Janis' throat, making her head bob up and down as she struggled to keep from 
choking on it, the burning liquor searing all the way down into her belly. 

Finally, with one final jerking spasm, it was over, and his deflated cock 
began to slip softly from her mouth as he fell to his side on the couch. 
Yessir, he thought, I just may include this little rabbit in my plans for 
the weekend. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Terri Duncan stared unseeingly ahead at the flickering images on the screen. 
The television was flickering soundlessly... she had turned it down because 
she couldn't stand the noise. She had had two rum-cokes already and felt she 
could do with a third, but she had the beginnings of a nagging headache and 
she was afraid another drink would only aggravate the situation. 

It was already ten o'clock and the pretty brunette hadn't heard a word from 
Lloyd. Anger and resentment had faded to worry, and even now, worry was 
abating and she was beginning to feel infuriated again. Surely if anything 
had happened to her husband the police or someone would have gotten in touch 
with her. She thought of the beautiful ham she had prepared with a special 
honey sauce. Now it was hard and dry in the oven and the sauce was reduced 
to less than half its original amount. Where is he? she kept asking herself. 
He should've been home hours ago! 

A shiver of apprehension curdled through her and she wondered again if she 
should call the cops. Maybe even now, Lloyd was lying hurt somewhere, in a 
hospital, or worse still, maybe even... 

Her straining ears caught the familiar sound of their three-year-old Camaro 
turning into the apartment parking lot. Oh, thank God he's home! 

Still concerned, she waited at the front door until he entered. 

"Lloyd, is everything all right?" she called as he brushed past her. 

"Why the hell shouldn't everything be all right!" he snapped in response. 

The rough reply stung Terri like a whiplash. Her concern faded and was 
immediately replaced with cold seething anger. He sounded as if... as if he 
were drunk! 

A spasm of guilt convulsed Lloyd when he saw his little bride standing there 
and heard the concern in her voice. But he couldn't stop himself from making 
his cruel retort. It was as if, fortified by the booze, he was blaming her 
for his problems. He was sure she'd be furious with him for being late_"she 
had every right to be_"and he had no excuse whatsoever. He certainly 
couldn't tell her outright what he'd been up to. Misery and guilt had 
consumed him as he sped home, hoping that the cops wouldn't come his way. 
He'd had far too many drinks at the club and his head was feeling rotten, 
not to mention his wallet. Christ, he must have blown about thirty dollars 
on their goddamn second-rate drinks. What a stupid ass I am! he kept telling 
himself as he bleakly considered just how he was supposed to tell Terri she 
was supposed to spend the weekend at Hugh Warren's. It was that that had set 
off the round of drinking in the first place. 

When she'd opened the door, he had been prepared for anger, abuse, a 
tantrum. But not for concern and worry. Now he'd blown it completely with 
his crude answer. 

"You heartless bastard!" Terri screamed vehemently, not caring which of her 
neighbors might be listening. "How dare you come home at this hour of the 
night and in a state like this?" 

Her gray eyes were blazing, her rage registered plainly on her 
anger-distorted face. Lloyd pushed his way past her and walked into the 
living room. 

"You gotta right to talk!" he slurred defensively, "screaming like a witch 
at the front door... What'll the neighbors think?" 

"I don't care what the neighbors think, Lloyd, and apparently, neither do 
you." 

"Mind your own fucking business! I'm a free agent... I don't have to report 
my comings and goings to you! You're not my keeper!" 

"No, I'm just your wife!... I've got a right to know where you've been. I've 
been worried sick about you and all the time you've been boozing it up in 
some sleazy dive!" 

"Horseshit!" 

"Wha...!" 

"Horseshit," he repeated. "I'm not going to stand here and argue about... 
especially since you damn near cost me my job last night by snubbing my 
boss!" 

"Me!" she blurted. "I went out there and danced with that dirty ol' man, not 
you!... You didn't have his big fat penis poking you in the stomach 
while_"" It was then that he hit her. 

It was a reflex action and Lloyd didn't know what he was doing until he saw 
Terri reeling backwards on the sofa. But he just couldn't take her jeering 
any longer. 

Terri stared at him with hate in her eyes, her jaw and cheek stinging from 
his blow. She knew she shouldn't have said those things to him, but they 
were true. Sure, that had been part of his attraction for her initially... 
his boyish good looks and his youthful enthusiasm for everything. But 
sometimes... if only he were a little more mature. Now she had spoken her 
mind for the first time since they'd been married, and look what happened! 

"Honey, I'm sorry. I guess I lost my head." 

"Stay away from me!" she hissed venomously, cowering away from him. Lloyd 
could feel the hatred emanating from her body and it kindled something cruel 
and implacable inside him. His eyes narrowed and a dull angry flush suffused 
his cheeks. He'd had enough. Terri had told him what she really thought of 
him and now she was acting as if he was dirt! 

"Okay, I've had enough of your little game. Just because I'm a little late 
for goddam supper_"" 

"A little late!" she blurted. "Go take a look at that mess in the oven, 'a 
little late'!" 

"Shut up and get me a beer." 

"What!" 

"I said, 'shut up and get me a beer,' goddam it!" 

"Get it yourself, Lloyd!... I'm not your slave!" 

Infuriated beyond control, the drunken young husband sprang at his bride of 
two months like a cat, grabbing her lustrous black hair as if he were about 
to pull it out by its roots and forcing her face towards him. "Listen, you 
stuck-up little shit, you think you can talk to me like I was a goddam clown 
or something? And treat my boss, your bread and butter, like he was 
filth?... Well, I got news for you, Terri baby; you're gonna learn to be a 
proper wife come hell or high water... starting this weekend!" 

Terri's gray eyes widened in terror. "W-What do you mean, 'starting this 
weekend'?" 

"I mean, Hugh Warren's maid took sick, and he's got some important people 
coming from back East, and I said you'd be happy to fill in for her!" 

Terri was dumbfounded. "Y-You said that...? Without even asking me how I 
felt about it...?" 

"That's right, baby," Lloyd huffed indignantly. "It's about time we got it 
straight about who's wearing the pants in this family." 

"I won't do it," she whimpered. 

"What!" he demanded, tightening his already painful grip on her hair. 

"I said I won't do it, Lloyd!" she snapped defiantly. "Not after the way he 
acted at the Golden Empress... I-I don't care if you ever get a promotion, 
if that's the way_"" Suddenly, his hand shot out again to cut her off in 
mid-sentence. "Listen, little Miss just-turned-eighteen, I'll tell you the 
way things are going to be around here, and I don't want no goddam sass out 
of you, either!" Then, he was jerking her roughly to her feet by the hair. 
"Now, get them goddam clothes off and be quick about it!" 

"Y-You're crazy, Lloyd!" she spat in a last gesture of defiance. "You... You 
need help!" 

"I'll show you who needs help," he mocked cruelly, releasing her and 
reaching for the buckle of his belt to undo it. "Now, you gonna cooperate, 
or not!" 

Too frightened now to do otherwise, the trembling teenage bride reached 
behind her back to undo the zipper there, her mother's last words to her 
just before the wedding echoing prophetically in her recent memory. "Terri 
Lynn O'Brian," her mother had said to her, "your father and I sure wish 
you'd forget this foolishness and come back to Punxatawny with us... No good 
can ever come of this marriage... You and that young man are from two 
different worlds; it'll only end in heartache...!" 

With her flimsy cotton housedress now puddled at her feet, Terri stood there 
trembling in her white nylon brassiere and panties. Lloyd was so strangely 
silent that she didn't know what to do next... and he was staring at her 
so... evilly! "Well, bitch? Are you gonna take off the rest of it, or do I 
have to do it for you?" 

Mortified beyond all understanding, Terri reached again behind her to 
unclasp the fastener to her bra, but something stopped her before she could 
complete her task. "Lloyd," she stated flatly, "you can go to hell!" 

Instantly, almost as if he'd been expecting this last measure of reluctance 
on her part, Lloyd whipped the wide leather belt from his slacks and folded 
it menacingly in half. "Take off those bra and panties!" he snapped in final 
warning. 

Terri shook her head violently, tears of rage streaming down her satin 
cheeks. "No!" she choked. 

Lloyd's free hand shot out to her slender wrist then, twisting her easily 
around as he forced her arm painfully behind her back, the other hand 
raising the belt high in the air in a threatening gesture. 

"Stop it, Lloyd," she whimpered, "you're hurting me!" 

"I'll hurt you alright, bitch!" he spat, and suddenly the belt came down 
across the quivering nylon-covered globes of her beautiful dimpled buttocks. 

"AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!" she screamed. "Don't Lloyd... please don't!" 

The belt lashed out again to leave a faint crimson welt beneath the nylon 
panties. "You gonna cooperate, slut!" Terri said nothing, and he lashed out 
again and again. "Huh? I can't hear you, Terri...?" 

"Y-Yesss!" she hissed through agony-clenched teeth. "I-I'll cooperate...." 
she let her voice trail off on a stream of tears as her lecherous young 
husband reluctantly released his grip on her painfully twisted arm. 

Reluctantly, Terri unclasped her brassiere and let her fearfully heaving 
breasts swing free, and then she eased her brief panties down over her hips 
and long slender legs until she finally stood there naked before him. She 
couldn't bring herself to look at Lloyd. She felt more ashamed and 
humiliated than she had ever been in her life and she was awaiting with 
trepidation her drunken husband's next move. 

"Well, why don't you get on with it?" Terri sighed resignedly, unable to 
bear the silence any longer. 

"I can tell you're really looking forward to fucking," Lloyd snickered as he 
stumbled closer to her. 

Terri cringed backwards, suddenly unable to stand the thought of his hands 
on her naked body. 

"Come here, you fuckin' bitch... I'll show you who's boss around here!" 

He pulled her roughly up against him and ground his mouth down on hers in a 
tight demanding kiss. Terri struggled wildly in his unwelcome embrace, her 
fists hammering against his hard-muscled chest. 

"By God, I'll teach you!" he gasped as he flung her face downwards on the 
sofa. His pride had been mortally wounded and now his anger was 
uncontrollable. His only thought was to punish the woman who had humiliated 
him by puncturing his ego. 

Terri's body was wracked with helpless sobs. Fear convulsed her and her 
heart was hammering in her chest. She knew that she ought to do something to 
placate him, but she couldn't bring herself to try it. Anyway it probably 
wouldn't work... it was too late for that! He was in an ugly unpredictable 
mood and a lot of it was her own fault. Oh God, why didn't I leave well 
enough alone? 

Her heart nearly stopped when she felt his hard clawing hands on her body 
again. He kneaded her flesh roughly, running his hands along her sides and 
dropping to the smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks, pulling them 
crudely apart, straining the dark trembling crevice unbearably. His wife's 
moans of fear and pain only incensed him further, banishing any tenderness 
that was in danger of creeping into his drunken brain. A deep ache gnawed 
incessantly at his loins, and his cock felt as if it were on fire, and his 
testicles felt heavy and full. 

His hands furiously kneaded her quivering flesh while his brain became more 
and more inflamed with lustful anger and lewd desire. Lewdly he ran his hand 
up the inside of her thigh, all the way to her wetly shivering cunt, and she 
pulled back instinctively from his unwanted touch as his fingers tightened 
even harder on her quivering pussy flesh. "Keep still and take what's coming 
to you, goddamn it!" he snapped. 

Terri saw him fumbling with the zipper of his fly and a surge of terror 
shuddered through her. Oh God, he's really going to go through with it... ! 

"Please, Lloyd, let's talk about it," she pleaded. 

"It's too damn late for that." 

Pulling out the throbbing length of his cock, the treacherous young husband 
guided it towards the cringing split between her satin-smooth ass-cheeks. 
The huge bulbous head was flushed purple with the suppressed blood of his 
lascivious desire, and as he trailed it along the moist dark crevice, a 
chill of forbidden pleasure lurched through his liquor-sodden body. His 
middle finger began the circle luridly around the crinkled hairless opening 
of her anus and his eyes bulged with perverted excitement as he stared at 
the tiny brown orifice. He began to prod at it, jabbing his finger against 
its rubbery resisting surface. 

"Oh please stop that, Lloyd... don't do that," she begged, outraged by what 
he was doing to her. 

But, her plea was like a green light to the drunken young husband, and 
without further hesitation he rammed his middle finger into the tightly 
clenched ring. 

"Owww!... Please stop... pleeease!" 

But Lloyd was oblivious to her cries as he screwed harder into the dark 
tight passage, feeling the ridged inner membrane closing in like a rubber 
band around his intruding finger. Desperately, Terri tried to wriggle her 
impaled buttocks free of his finger, but her every frantic movement only 
served to allow him deeper illicit entry into her forbidden depths. Shame 
surged through her, and her face crimsoned from the realization of what her 
husband was doing to her. He's gone crazy, she told herself again and again 
and it was her only consolation. Nothing else could explain his obscene 
gesture... something she had never dreamed he'd ever do to her. 

Christ, she's really tight, Lloyd thought as he finally began to withdraw 
his finger from her virginal rectum. His cock was now pounding heavily, the 
surface flushed and quivering and little pinpricks of licentious pleasure 
were stabbing at his feverish flesh. His liquor-soaked brain urged him on to 
put into practice the salacious thoughts which were fermenting in his 
deepest consciousness and he was filled with uncontrollable bravado. All he 
wanted to do was subjugate his wife in the most debased way possible, to 
make her realize that she had underestimated him completely. 

Terri crouched on the sofa in an agony of fear, the pain in her ravaged 
rectum burning throughout her loins. She didn't know what her husband 
intended to do to her... nameless imaginings tried to surface in her dazed 
brain, but she extinguished them. It was better not to think about anything, 
but just try to bear whatever humiliation he was bent on heaping on her. 
Then, once again she felt his hands crawling over her trembling buttocks and 
felt them being pulled and forced apart cruelly. 

"Oh please, Lloyd, you're hurting me...." Her husband smiled sadistically, 
his lips drawn taut over his strong white teeth. 

"You ain't felt nothing yet, baby!" 

Terri's blood ran cold and her heart nearly stopped. What did he mean? What 
punishment had he yet in mind for her... ? 

Then she felt the unmistakable contact of his hard spongy cock-head against 
her finger-spread asscheeks and a chill of paralyzing horror ran through her 
vulnerably pinioned body. Oh dead God, no, he can't be thinking of that... 
it isn't human... he'll hill me! 

Lloyd positioned his massively swollen cock at the tiny shivering aperture 
of his wife's anus and he felt perversely exhilarated at the sight of the 
appalling difference in circumference. He flexed his hips forward in an 
exploratory nudging and he hear his defenseless wife whimper with new pain. 

"Oh please don't, Lloyd... don't do this to me!" 

"Quit whining, bitch... the time has come for you to pay for all your 
insults...." 

"But please, darling, not this way." 

"Why not this way? Getting fucked in the ass is the only way to deal with 
someone like you!" 

Oh God, then he is going to do that... Oh, someone help me... he'll split me 
in two! 

His eyes nearly popping out of his head with sadistic pleasure, the young 
husband tightened his savage grip on his wife's hips and surged forward with 
all the strength of his pent-up anger. 

"AAAUUURRRGGGHHH... OH GOD, STOP!" Terri cried out as a sheet of blinding 
pain enveloped her. Desperately, she tried to pull her imprisoned buttocks 
down and away from the savage attack, but escape was impossible. She was a 
slavish victim to her husband's cruelty and there was nothing or nobody to 
save her from this awful outrage. She sobbed piteously as her husband thrust 
harder against her futilely resisting anus. Pain exploded in blinding bursts 
throughout her distorted body and she suddenly wished she could die, 
anything to be spared from this terrible crime that he was so wantonly 
perpetrating on her. 

Lloyd's face was flushed from his exertions and he was beginning to think 
that he could never storm the barricade of her virginal asshole, but he 
couldn't admit defeat. Summoning up all his strength, he charge forward like 
a rampaging bull and finally succeeded in embedding his blood-bloated 
cock-head in the tight, clinging opening. 

"Oh God, you're killing me! YOU'RE GOING TO SPLIT ME IN TWO!" Terri groaned 
as she felt her rectum cleaved by the ruthless penetration of Lloyd's 
lust-engorged cock. 

"Quit fighting it, for Christ's sake!" he gasped between clenched teeth as 
he strove to insert more and more of his passion-hardened penis in her warm 
rubbery rectal depths. He hadn't realized it would be quite this difficult 
to fuck her in the ass. Still, he was glad he'd decided to, because he knew 
it was really hurting her, and it would amply pay her back for her insults 
and abuse. 

Terri felt as if she'd been crippled for life. Her loins were on fire with 
the pain and she was sure her rectum was torn and bleeding. But her physical 
lacerations were nothing to the anguish she was suffering mentally. She felt 
bathed in shame and degradation, sure she could never look the world in the 
face again_"and all because of her husband's brutal temper and perverted 
instinct. He was acting like some kind of animal and making her the 
defenseless victim of his illicit desire. Never in all her life had she 
dreamed of such a thing happening to her. 

"Oh, dear God, why can't you leave me alone?" she moaned aloud, tears 
running in streams down her cheeks. 

Lloyd heard her sobs and felt intoxicated with the evidence of his masculine 
power. Inch by inch he was succeeding in sinking his blood-heavy cock up 
into her sorely stretched back passage. He could feel the bruised inner 
flesh slowly giving way to his superior strength and in a few moment, it 
would be all the way in! 

He gasped triumphantly as the sperm-laden sac of his balls slapped wetly 
against the cheeks of her helplessly upturned buttocks. "There!" he grinned 
evilly. "Now, who's boss?" 

Terri cringed from his obscene words as much as from the overwhelming pain 
of his complete impalement. She was past caring now anyway. It was no use 
resisting. Struggles were futile against his liquor-goaded power and nothing 
could turn him from his lascivious desire, she realized. She could only 
endure the mortification he was heaping on her, just as he had to bear the 
terrible pain he was causing her by this savage assault on her rectum. 

Lloyd held his lust-inflated cock inside her for a moment, feeling 
triumphantly victorious, excited by the sight of his wife completely 
powerless against his wishes. He had subjugated her and now she knew who was 
boss. He had degraded her in a way which she'd never forget and because of 
it he could always maintain his superiority over her. He began to withdraw 
his long hard cock, easing it slowly out of the still dry passage, wringing 
fresh moans of pain from his defenseless wife. With just the lust-bloated 
head still embedded in the tight sphinctral ring, he rammed forward again, 
this time regardless of her futile resistance. A tiny amount of inner 
secretions helped him to establish a slow laborious rhythm as he began to 
fuck in and out of her ass with savage sadistic strokes. 

Terri had attributed his heartless actions to the drinks he'd taken all 
evening when he'd been out, but now it was obvious that her own reaction to 
his behavior had a lot to do with this final outrage. Oh God, she thought, 
why didn't I listen to Mother... ! 

Lloyd continued to battle against her upraised buttocks, sweeping her thighs 
aside with each flesh-splitting instroke. Suddenly, she wanted him to spew 
his white hot sperm into her forbidden depths. That, she knew, would be the 
only way she could be free of him. "Go ahead, you bastard!" she screamed. 
"Kill me!" 

Lloyd felt all his anger and passion and lust converging on the tingling 
center of his balls. His head was filled with a strange roaring and he felt 
as if his blood was cascading hotly through his veins. "Move that goddamn 
ass of yours...." he commanded roughly as he pounded against her sorely 
strained backside in a fiercely gathering momentum. 

And then, he was cumming in her ass! 

The hot sticky fluid of his sperm shot along the jerking tube of his cock 
and erupted in a boiling torrent in the raw, seared depths of her helplessly 
flooded rectum. Terri flinched from the burning pain of the salty liquid as 
it seeped into her torn back passage and flowed into the secret forbidden 
recesses of her bowels. This then was the final ultimate insult and she 
closed her eyes tightly in a futile effort to block out the sickening 
reality. She was utterly degraded now and nothing would erase the memory of 
these shameful moments. 

She could still feel Lloyd pumping into her from behind and hear his 
labored, grunt-like breathing as he emptied his lust into her forever 
stretched rectum. She would never be the same again and she was sure she 
could never forgive her drunken, heartless young husband for what he had 
done to her. Then, with a gasp of heartfelt relief, she realized that his 
rapidly deflating penis was at last slipping from her cum-filled rectum. 

"There, baby!" he taunted. "Now, I guess there'll be no more backtalk about 
helping out the boss this weekend!" 

Oh, I'll help him alright, you sonofabitch! she thought venomously. You want 
me to be nicer to Hugh Warren... Well, I'll show you just how "nice" I can 
be! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Saturday morning, at a little past eight o'clock, Terri Duncan bounced 
briskly along the springy forest path on her way to work at Hugh Warren's 
imposing lakefront mansion. There was an exhilarating breeze gusting in 
across the lake, fragrant with the scent of pine and refreshingly crisp. If 
only she were going there under different circumstances... she mused idly, 
half-afraid to complete the thought. 

She could see long, luminous white clouds trailing their reflections across 
the mirrored surface of the water like wisps of smoke. And, she saw a trout 
flash somewhere offshore like an iridescent rainbow streak. It was all so 
wondrous, and calm... almost as if whatever powers there be had conspired to 
make her unwholesome task a little less distasteful! 

A few minutes later, Terri entered the Warren mansion through the rear door 
leading to the kitchen, and was immediately confronted by a beautiful blonde 
girl about her own age, who announced, per Hugh Warren's prior instructions, 
that she was his visiting "niece" from San Francisco. 

"How do you do," Terri responded, forcing a pair of pretty dimples and 
wondering defeatedly if she oughtn't curtsy or something. 

"You're early, Terri," Janis brightened with a dimpled display of her own. 
"We weren't expecting you 'til nine or ten at the earliest." 

Lloyd dropped me off at the road on his way to work," Terri explained. "You 
want me to start with the silver?" 

Janis Holmes laughed openly. "Whoa, girl!" she said, raising her hand in a 
mock gesture of defense. "Mr. Warren just wants you to stand around and look 
pretty mostly. Maybe serve a few cocktails when the guests arrive later, but 
nothing as heavy as polishing the silver!" 

Terri shrugged indifferently, oddly curious as to why the beautiful young 
blonde had called her uncle "Mr. Warren," but saying nothing about it for 
fear of being out-of-place. "What do I do then?" she queried. "In the 
meantime, I mean?" 

"Well, you can start by trying on a few uniforms... I'm sure we've got 
something around here that fits. Mr. Warren, uh, I mean, Uncle Hugh goes 
through a lot of maids...!" 

I'll just bet he does, Terri thought as her cheeks flushed hotly with the 
recent memory of Hugh Warren's giant cock pressing into her abdomen at the 
Golden Empress. 

"C'mon, kid," Janis chirped happily, "I'll show you your room!" 

Like an obedient puppy, Terri Duncan followed Janis through the main part of 
the house and up the stairs to the second story, and her quarters. 

"The uniforms are in the closet, kid," the young blonde announced. "Just 
take your time trying them on... I'll be back later to check on you." Then, 
she spun around on the heel of one enormous platform pump and left the 
timorous young housewife on her own. 

No sooner had the door shut behind the young blonde, than Terri was 
shrugging out of her long tweed coat and draping it across the edge of the 
bed. Well, she thought as she reached for the zipper at the side of her 
short skirt, it's a nice room, anyway. 

* * * 

In the adjacent room, Hugh Warren, down on his hands and knees like a 
voyeuristic schoolboy, stared excitedly through the keyhole of the 
connecting door, his enormous red penis jerking thrillingly in his sweaty 
hand. God, what a luscious-looking piece of ass she is! he drooled 
exultingly as he watched Terri strip quickly out of her skirt and blouse. 
It's been at least three weeks since I've had my hands on a pair of tits as 
big and firm as those white babies! 

He watched closely as the unsuspecting brunette bride of two months folded 
the garments neatly and piled them on top of her discarded coat, then hooked 
her thumbs into the tiny elastic band of her white panties to tug them 
smoothly upwards so tightly that the gleaming black bush of her pubic hair 
showed plainly through the gaping mesh at the crotch. Then, satisfied with 
their smoothness, she bent forward to adjust the straps that connected her 
sheer taupe nylons with her black garterbelt, all of her previous efforts 
going for naught as the legbands of her panties rode indecently up into the 
satin crevice of her shimmering white buttocks. 

Still wearing her low-cut bra and ultrahigh platform shoes, Terri walked to 
the open closet and began to run her fingertips lightly over the tips of the 
dozen or so hangers that held the various maid's uniforms from which she was 
to make her selection. There were only two or three styles, all too short 
and skimpy for her tastes, each in at least three different sizes. And none 
of them had a bustline larger than a C-cup, she noticed fretfully. Somehow, 
she was supposed to crowd a pair of 39-D's into one of those skimpy 
costumes... and the ones with the biggest bustlines, were also the ones with 
the shortest skirts! 

It took the young housewife several minutes to make her selection_"a 
lace-trimmed, French-style, black-nylon affair with a little ruffled cap to 
match_"and to realize that the plunging neckline, dropping nearly to the 
navel, positively forbade any thoughts she might have been entertaining 
about wearing her bra with the ensemble. 

Warren's pudding-thick scarlet cock pulsed hotly in his palm as he watched 
Terri return to the bed, laying the skimpy outfit across the foot of it, 
then reach up behind her to grapple with the hooks of her bra-straps. With 
almost tortuous slowness, the young brunette unfastened each of the several 
binding hooks, her melonous white breasts jiggling delightfully with her 
efforts. Then, at last, she slipped the garment from her narrow shoulders, 
the generous alabaster orbs, sagging only slightly despite their utter 
enormity, swinging freely to the sides like the hinges of a well-oiled gate. 

"Hi, I'm not inter_"" 

"Shhhhhh!" 

Warren cautioned the intruding voice over his brawny shoulder. "Just get 
your fuckin' clothes off and get on the bed; it's almost time!" 

* * * 

Oblivious to her unseen "audience," Terri slipped into the tiny French 
maid's costume, tugging at the hem of the short skirt for a good five 
minutes before she realized that it wouldn't go down any lower than the 
exact juncture of her thighs without baring her nipples, squeezed out as 
they were, like toothpaste from a tube, above the abbreviated neckline. Good 
grief! she mused as she caught her reflection in the mirror over the dresser 
while pinning on her cap. I can't wear this... Compared to this, Hugh 
Hefner's "Bunnies" look like choir-girls! And then, just as she was about to 
return to the closet to make another selection, she heard what sounded like 
a human cry coming from the adjoining room. Quietly now, turning slowly 
towards the connecting door, she listened intently to see if she could 
recognize its source. And then, she heard it again. 

It was a husky male groan! 

Good heavens, who could be in there at this time of morning? 

she wondered. What was going on? She straightened up and walked bravely 
toward the door. When she was a mere four or five steps from her 
destination, she heard an even louder groan... a woman this time! 

My God, someone is hurt in there! 

Terri thought, her first reaction being naturally to rush forward and throw 
open the door as fast as she possibly could. But then, as she reached out to 
grasp the door handle, a cry of pleasure reached her ears and caused her to 
freeze again. 

She stood there for an endless moment, wondering what she could do as she 
listened for more sounds with every ounce of her concentration, her eyes 
glued to the floor. Gradually, she was able to make out other noises beyond 
the door, even though her own heart was pounding so loudly it was difficult 
to tell at first. She could hear heavy, rushed breathing, punctuated by 
occasional grunts and moans of what almost sounded like... like passion! Her 
whole body tensed automatically as a nearby male groan suddenly erupted to 
join the other human sounds inside the room. This one came from only a few 
feet away from where she stood, petrified, her perfect white teeth 
chattering slightly from the fright and incapacitating confusion she felt. 
Her heart almost stopped and she hardly dared to breathe as the closest male 
groan resounded in her ears again. Finally, curiosity won out, and she 
slowly dropped to her knees before the keyhole. 

As her eyes adjusted to the brighter light that streamed in from the next 
room, Terri was able to make out a tall male form standing far to the right. 
She blinked several times to clear her vision and sharpen her focus on the 
hulking form. Oh, my God! her startled brain recoiled. It's... It's Big Joe 
Meyer! 

The burly, fiftyish pit boss of the Big Top was standing completely naked, 
holding his enormous erect penis tightly in both hands. The long hard shaft 
looked like the pulsing limb of a tree as it glistened along its incredible 
jutting length. God, it made Lloyd's penis look like a little boy's in 
comparison! His hugely protruding member was at least ten inches long, maybe 
longer, and even his mammoth hands could barely encircle it savage-looking 
girth! 

Terri saw that the bald-headed pit boss' eyes were glassy as he stroked his 
naked flesh up and down in rhythmic cadence to the wet sucking noises she 
could now hear coming from the bed on the far side of the adjoining room. 
She couldn't tell who was making the sounds yet, not without altering her 
angle and risking the chances of her being overheard. Indeed, Meyer was so 
close to her that she was almost afraid to even breathe for fear that he 
would hear her. 

Terri knelt shaking from head to foot, her knees seemingly glued to the 
thickly carpeted floor, watching in horrified fascination as the pit boss' 
fingers skinned the thick wealth of his foreskin rapidly up and down the 
uncircumcised length of his cock. Her breath caught in her lovely I throat 
each time the huge bulbous head of it came into view, like a giant monster 
crawling from its secret lair, and she was so close she could actually see 
that it was wet and slimy at the tip from the steadily oozing stream of 
pre-coital syrup that boiled up from his evil red balls. Big Joe's breathing 
came thick and labored now, and Terri could see thin white flecks of spittle 
joining each other to grow heavy and run from his liverish lips as he stared 
with trance-like fixation at the bed just out of her line of vision. His 
penis frightened her so much it was almost as though she was seeing one for 
the first time. It was monstrous, and she couldn't even imagine having 
something that huge up inside her body... God, a "thing" that size would 
absolutely ruin her for any normal sized man! 

In her dazed state, the little brunette housewife thought she saw an almost 
imperceptible flick of the of the shiny-headed man's beady eyes in her 
direction. Oh, dear Lord, what if he should turn to and discover what she 
was about!... How could she ever explain how she came to be watching her 
husband's supervisor in the obscene act of masturbating... ? 

Terri breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she saw Meyer turn slightly away to 
gain a better view of whatever was happening on the nearby bed. Then, as the 
tempo of the delighted utterances that emanated from the adjoining quarters 
grew increasingly bolder, she could no longer resist the temptation to find 
out who, besides Big Joe Meyer, occupied the room. Stealthily, like a 
hunting cat, Terri straightened her aching knees until she was standing 
virtually upright again, then reached out to timidly touch the door handle 
as if it was something hot. She turned the knob an excruciating 
fraction-of-an-inch at a time until, at last, it popped silently free of its 
casing and she was able to push it cautiously open a painful degree at a 
time. Her heart felt like it was lodged in her throat, and her whole body 
was trembling fearfully beneath the barely-covering fabric of her maid's 
costume as she was finally able to discern the two figures on the bed that 
dominated a distant wall. It took her impassioned young brain an extra 
moment to register what her eyes had already communicated to it an instant 
before. 

Right before her very eyes, clearly illuminated in the bright daylight that 
poured in through the open windows, she saw Hugh Warren and his own "niece" 
lewdly coupling on the bed, their naked bodies thrashing wildly as their 
loins smacked wetly and wantonly together! 

Terri felt the blood draining from her head, and she had to fight for a 
moment to remain on her feet as waves of blackness crossed over her 
consciousness from the sudden unexpected shock of catching the incestuous 
performance going on under the same roof with her. It was what she had been 
watching Big Joe Meyer gazing so intently at before she had opened the door 
to get a better look. 

"OOOhhh, fuck me... fuck me!" Janis suddenly rasped up at her obese employer 
as she ground her pelvis forward tightly against the man's fat loins. 

The foot of the bed was pointed directly at the doorway, and Terri could see 
her husband's employer's hard, thick penis disappearing and reappearing with 
each vicious thrust and withdrawal that he made into Janis Homes' willingly 
sucking vagina. It was the first time Terri had ever seen other people 
actually making love, and she was frozen to the crack in the door, unable to 
move, as she watched with detached amusement and mixed revulsion the 
ravishment of the stunning younger woman's white body by her own dirty 
"uncle." 

The young brunette couldn't help but notice how the blonde girl's legs were 
splayed out widely on either side of her "uncle's" portly body, occasionally 
kicking high in the air. Then, she folded them around Warren's driving 
flabby buttocks, her trim ankles locking behind his massive thighs in her 
efforts to pull him into her with all the strength of a she-cat. Terri could 
see the muscles standing out in bold relief on the girl's inner thighs, as 
she struggled in her all-consuming efforts. 

Hugh Warren dropped his enormous hands down lower to cup his blonde maid's 
naked white buttocks with savage strength, cruelly gouging his pudgy fingers 
deep into the soft flesh there. He squeezed the smoothly rounded globes 
together, forcing the dripping inner walls of her vagina yet closer around 
his plunging girth, and Terri found herself straining for a better look at 
the thin ragged edges of the blonde's vagina clasping hungrily around the 
pistoning shaft as though it were a starving mouth nibbling greedily at the 
feast of hardness. 

The beautiful young wife could see the soft golden hairs that surrounded the 
parted lips grazing teasingly along the corded ridge that ran the full 
length of the underside of his penis. It was an obscene, but fascinating 
sight, that caused an unwanted flutter of sensation in her alert 
nerve-endings and made her legs shake more violently than ever. Janis' hotly 
quivering buttocks were grinding faster now, and their mewls and groans of 
pleasure were becoming increasingly desperate as Terri stood gazing at them 
through glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes, as if she were hypnotized by 
the lewd spectacle taking place in the other room. Warren's impassioned 
young maid made wilder and more demonic thrusts; thrusts that were met with 
equal fury by the fat con-artist's pelvis, smacking down hard into her, 
slamming her nakedly writhing body back down into the mattress with each 
powerful stroke. The loud, slapping sounds of their stomachs echoed lewdly 
throughout the room as Janis curled and uncurled her legs in frantic final 
desperation around the fat man's hips, flattening her curvaceous body down 
into the wildly squeaking mattress with each bone-jarring thrust. 

Terri's already-labored breathing increased apace as she continued to 
observe the shameless pair's mindless fucking grow more viciously demanding 
with each passing beat of her heart. Both of them were puffing heavily, and 
the mesmerized young bride of two short months could see small rivulets of 
perspiration trailing down Hugh Warren's flabby ass-cheeks as he labored 
over Janis' frail blonde body. Small beads of the same passion-borne sweat 
dotted the little maid's brow, and her well-set blue eyes flickered open and 
shut, glassy and unseeing, as she bucked upwards to meet her employer's 
punishing thrusts. 

As she stared intensely at her husband's lecherous boss and his "niece," 
Terri Duncan suddenly realized that the tiny rustlings of sensation in her 
own tortured limbs had become undeniably pleasurable during the last few 
minutes. Despite the fact that she was loath to admit it, the delightful 
teenage bride knew that her own sweet vaginal lips had parted slightly 
beneath the hem of her too-short skirt, and were throbbing moistly against 
the cool nylon mesh of her panties. She felt a tingling erectness at the 
very tips of her succulent strawberry nipples, half-spilled as they were, 
above the lacy edge of her low-cut bodice, and the cheeks of her satin white 
buttocks dimpled and flexed involuntarily in time to the efforts before her. 
Oh, my God! her mind suddenly burned in horror. Had she actually allowed 
herself to become sexually stimulated by the incestuous act being 
consummated in the adjoining chamber? 

It was as if her very nerves were threatening to betray her. She stood 
quivering from head to dainty toe in the doorway, her right cheek pressed 
firmly against the cool painted surface of the doorjamb, her magnificent 
white breasts rising and falling rapidly with every panting breath she took. 
It demanded all her remaining strength to resist the urge to drop her hands 
to her own fevered sex, the incredible sensations of surreptitious delight 
causing her thrilling clitoris to seep and throb until her skimpy panties 
were soaked clear through at the crotch. She hadn't been this excited since 
her honeymoon with Lloyd, and even the very level of corruption the 
incestuous act represented seemed only to enhance her empathic ardor. 

"OOOhhh, yess! I'm almost therrrer!" the young blonde whimpered obscenely in 
the joining room. "Fuck me... Oh, God!" 

A fleeting resentment came over the young brunette wife as she thought back 
on her own husband's sexual technique... or lack of it. Except for the other 
night, when he'd taken her anally against her will, he was almost simpering 
in his style of lovemaking... Not at all like this bull of a man, Hugh 
Warren. And always... always, Lloyd was to quick to cum. Indeed, as she 
thought back on it, she had probably come closer to having an orgasm when 
her husband had taken her anally than any other time in their brief 
marriage. At least he 'd acted like a man, and not an apologetic little 
boy... A real man, like... Hugh Warren... 

"AAAuuuRRRgggHHHH!... I'M CUMMMMMMING!" Janis Holmes bellowed suddenly from 
the bed as her buttocks churned out the luxury of her completion on the 
bouncing mattress beneath. "FUCK... SHIT... CUM... SUCK...!" 

At the same time, Terri heard a responding grunt that seemed to emanate 
directly from the fat man's exciting red balls, and she knew, almost 
disappointedly, that he was cumming too. 

The rich, creamy-thick sperm began to jet out from the musket-flanged glans 
of Warren's delicious-looking penis in never-ending squirts of lingering 
delight, filling the young "niece's velvet slit to capacity, and spurting 
back out to soil the mattress through the milking, well-stretched lips of 
her pussy. Terri's desire finally overwhelmed her then, as her hands dropped 
mindlessly downward to raise the tiny hem of her skirt, her fingers stealing 
silently inside the elastic top of her little panties. Slowly, still careful 
not to make a sound lest she be discovered, she began to rock gently forward 
from the waist, massaging the dripping, swollen bud of her clitoris with the 
well-manicured tips of her nails. She was so totally, utterly absorbed in 
what she was about that she didn't notice the shadowy hulking form moving 
stealthily up behind her until, suddenly, a massive arm shot out to grab her 
arm, twisting it tightly behind her back in a powerful, viselike grip. 

"OH!" her mouth ovalled in a startled gasp. She had been caught completely 
off-guard, and it was only with the utmost effort that she quickly, and 
quietly, withdrew her probing hand from beneath her crotch-length, 
black-nylon skirt. 

Gradually, almost reluctantly, the hand loosened its powerful grip enough so 
that she was able to straighten up and relieve the pressure where her 
shoulder had been crushed against the doorjamb. Slowly, she turned her head 
to the side, her mouth dropping open in horror as she realized that it was 
Big Joe Meyer who held her. "Wha...." she started, deciding to let it drop 
when her mouth couldn't find the necessary words of query. 

The gorilla-like pit boss was still stark naked, his hairy nostrils were 
twitching with excitement, as though he were some kind of wild animal 
catching the maddening scent of a bitch in heat... and she was the bitch! 

"So you been doin' a little peeking, huh?" he cackled lewdly, his eyes 
dropping to her crumpled lap. "Well, it looks like I caught ya with your 
hands in your 'cookie jar'!" There was a twisted grin on his ugly face as he 
brought his eyes back up to Terri's hotly blushing face. 

Terri dropped her own eyes to avoid his leering gaze, and saw with a rush of 
panic that Meyer's gigantic cock was standing out even further from his 
sinewy loins than before. Even worse, she could see the tremendous prick 
growing longer and harder even as she stared at it, its thick blood-engorged 
head throbbing mightily as occasional droplets of semen oozed from the 
eyelike hole at the end and dropped down in gleaming white strings to the 
carpet below. She looked down lower then and caught sight of the huge 
testicles sagging between his hairy legs like they were weighted with balls 
of lead. My God, she panicked, they re as big as baseballs! 

"Like this big fat cock of mine, sweetness?" Big Joe snickered lewdly, with 
a little emphasizing pivot of his hips. 

Terri couldn't answer or even object to the obscene question as she felt her 
cheeks flush to a burning crimson with the realization that he had seen her 
looking down at his genitalia. Oh God! she groaned to herself. What if Lloyd 
finds out I've been looking at Mr. Meyer's penis! Not only had the bald pit 
boss caught her red-handed in the act of masturbating, now he knew she had 
been staring openly at his quivering erection and the sperm-filled testicles 
hanging below. 

"Okay, princess, let's go," her naked captor grunted, his ugly face split by 
a satisfied grin as he tilted his head toward the interior of the next 
bedroom. 

A spasm of fear traveled through the frightened young bride when she 
realized what he intended to do with her. She was deluged with terror at the 
very through of facing Hugh Warren like a common criminal, while Meyer 
charged her with the list of "immoral" crimes she had committed in the last 
few minutes... crimes that he, himself, was guilty of! She didn't know how 
he'd managed to slip out of the adjoining room unnoticed in order to 
surprise her, but she'd have given anything if she could only erase the past 
twenty or thirty minutes of her life. 

Meyer nudged her rudely with his shoulder, scowling to show his impatience 
with her as he tilted his head again toward the door leading to the other 
room. "Come on, baby... move!" 

"No, please! I can't go in there... Not now... Lloyd will lose his job!" she 
whimpered in protest. 

Terri knew that her strategy had failed when she saw that Meyer was glaring 
at her in such a hateful way, the sullen anger in his face causing her to 
fear that he might ball his free hand into a fist and smash it into her face 
at any moment. She winced with pain as he cruelly tightened his ironlike 
grip on her arm, bruising her flesh, and then pushed her roughly through the 
connecting doorway between the two bedrooms. He held her in front of him at 
arm's length as they walked across the room, the beautiful brunette's heart 
pounding fiercely in her throat as they approached the bed where Warren and 
his "niece" lay staring up at the ceiling, still recuperating from their 
torrid bout of sex. 

Terri throttled the panicky impulse to escape from the naked pit boss, 
knowing intuitively that her efforts would prove to no avail. Big Joe's 
pulse quickened, his nostrils twitching again, as her full rounded buttocks 
swayed enticingly before him, each satin cheek making a provocative circling 
motion under her skirt as she walked, causing his great shaft to jerk still 
higher. 

"Well, well, well," Hugh Warren chuckled ominously as the pair of them 
reached the bed, making no effort whatsoever to cover his naked obesity, 
"what do we have here, Joe?" 

"A little present for ya, Boss... I caught her fingering herself while she 
watched you and the blonde goin' at it!" 

Despite his recent round of lust, Warren felt a tiny tingle in the head of 
his deflated red penis. "Is that right, young lady? Is what Big Joe's 
tellin' me the truth?" 

Terri was tempted to deny it; after all, it was just his word against hers, 
but the sudden increased pressure on her already sore arm caused her to bite 
her lower lip and bob her head in the affirmative. 

With considerable effort, Hugh Warren pulled himself into a sitting position 
on the edge of the bed. "I wonder what ol' Floyd's gonna have to say about 
that?" he reprimanded playfully. 

"Y-You're not going to tell him... are you?" Terri queried brokenly. "I 
mean... couldn't you just send me home with a headache or something? Why 
does he have to know the truth?" 

"I like your uniform," Warren stated indifferent to her pleas. "Hike the 
skirt up a little and turn around so's I can see that pretty little butt of 
yours." Then, addressing his number one employee, "Back up a bit, Joe... Let 
the little lady have some room to work in." 

Terri blinked incredulously. Could it be that he hadn't heard a word she'd 
said? 

"Well, baby?" Warren hissed thickly, as if in response to her silent query. 
"Do you cooperate?... Or do I tell your pretty-boy husband what you've been 
up to?" 

Terri's mouth went suddenly dry, and it was all she could do to stammer, 
"What?... I-I don't understand." 

"I think you do, Terri," the lewd man winked, dropping back on his elbows. 
"You don't tell your ol' man what a dirty ol' man the boss is, and I don't 
tell him his little wife's in the habit of playing hide-the-finger in 
public...." he let his voice trail off on that ominous note, then turned 
again to Meyer. "Joe," he said, "why don't you help the little lady off with 
her panties?" 

"I... I'll do it myself," Terri heard herself suddenly stammering, fearful 
of having the giant pit boss put his hands on her again. 

Warren's untiring cock perked yet a little higher. "Excellent choice, 
Terri," he winked again. 

Slowly then, very slowly, the young brunette housewife hooked her thumbs 
into the top of her panties beneath her skirt and slipped them down until 
they hung from her knees like a pale flag of surrender. Her face, streaked 
with silent tears of outrageous indignation, flushed crimson with 
embarrassment at the thought of exposing herself to these lecherous men... 
each nearly old enough to be her grandfather! 

"Well, don't just stand there, Meyer!" Warren cackled. "Gimmee a report on 
that foxy little fanny of hers!" 

All Big Joe had to do was put out his hands; he didn't even have to stretch. 
His hands and fingers began touching Terri, first high on the shoulders and 
back, then ran down over her spine and finally grasped both cheeks of her 
smooth, white buttocks firmly and squeezed. Over and under and around 
Terri's creamy buns, he played, for long delicious minutes that caused the 
mouth in the head of his naked penis to flange open in a pearl of jism. It 
seemed to go on forever, to the humiliated young wife, although the actual 
time span was just a few minutes. 

Hugh Warren was getting all hot and horny again just watching his 
bald-headed employee's worshipful fondling of the newlywed's ass. His own 
fat cock, still glistening in the bright light from his and Janis' combined 
juices, throbbed ponderously upward one ragged jerk at a time, until it 
stood once more at full mast. "How is it, Joe?" he grinned broadly. "Is it 
as smooth as it looks?" 

"Like warm satin, Boss," the pit boss replied enthusiastically. "There's a 
couple of welts on it, though... sorta like somebody took a belt to her 
snotty young ass." 

Warren's cock soared another inch-and-a-half. "Sounds delightful, Joe," he 
commented. "Maybe we'll try something like that a little later on, 
ourselves!" 

Terri's jaw fell slack. "B-But... why?" 

"Why what, bitch?" 

"Why would you want to spank me?" 

"I didn't say we would, Terri... I just said we might." 

"B-But I haven't done anything... I mean, I'm doing like you said!" 

"It's more fun to take a strap to 'em when they ain't done nothin' wrong," 
Joe Meyer interjected. "Ain't that right, boss?" 

"That's right, Joe... Now, bring the little slut over here where she can 
suck me off!" 

* * * 

Lloyd Duncan's head was pounding dizzily as he watched the roulette wheel 
spin for the umpteenth time that morning, each little click of the ivory 
marking ball sounding like a cannon going off inside his head. 

"Anything wrong, Tiger?" a sweet feminine voice piped suddenly over his 
shoulder. "You look like you're about ready to pass out... Say, you're not 
sick, are you?" 

Lloyd recognized the voice immediately as belonging to Rita Collins, Hugh 
Warren's red-headed secretary and "third eye" around the Big Top. "Naw, I 
ain't sick," he said without turning. "Not physically, anyway." The little 
ivory ball dropped into its chosen slot and Lloyd brought the wheel smoothly 
to a halt. "Eighteen... Red... and Even," he announced. 

"You're worried about that little wife of yours, aren't you?" 

This time, he turned to face her. "Jesus Christ, did that fat son-of-a-bitch 
tell the whole fucking Club?" 

The redhead's face broke into a broad grin. "Shhh, she cautioned 
conspiratorially. Then, "No, he didn't, as a matter of fact." 

"I'll bet!" the young husband snapped sarcastically, his eyes dull with 
crestfallen pride. "Next, he'll be wanting me to sign a statement so's he 
can mimeograph copies and put 'em in everybody's pay envelope?" 

Rita stood patiently by while she waited for Lloyd to make his payoffs and 
rake in the winnings, then began anew, "Will you simmer down, for God's 
sake! Hugh only told me what he was up to so I'd know where to find him if 
there was trouble or something... Get off your high horse, kid; there's no 
angels in this screwed up town!" 

Lloyd gave the wheel a vicious spin and fumbled for a cigarette. "Only 
Terri," he mumbled almost incoherently. "At least she was before I handed 
her to Hugh Warren on a silver platter!" 

Rita cracked another droll smile. "Whaddaya want to bet she's having the 
time of her life right now?" 

"You don't know Terri!" 

"And you don't know women, Lloyd Duncan... Now, why don't you just close 
down this wheel and we'll take a run out to The Village?... You don't seem 
to be doing much good, anyway...!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Even as he pushed the frightened young teenage bride toward his waiting boss 
on the bed, Big Joe Meyer's beefy hands remained locked on the dimpling 
half-moons of her ass. With the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he spread 
the fleshy outer lips of her vulva, then unceremoniously thrust his middle 
finger in to the palm before the parted flesh had time to close. Terri 
inched slowly toward the bed on her enormous platform shoes, holding back 
her breath, still unable to offer more than token resistance, or even to 
deny that the sausagelike digit that dipped and probed into her hop pink 
cunt from behind was curiously thrilling. 

As she watched Hugh Warren, now stroking his mammoth red penis into final 
hardness, inch backwards on the bed until he was again sprawled lewdly on 
his back with his legs obscenely splayed, she noticed that the enormous room 
was curiously mirrored. She couldn't help but suck in her breath at the 
lewdly exciting sight she presented in her too-small maid's outfit, with 
Meyer's rough and callused hands probing under her short skirt from behind, 
and the tips of her baby-pink nipples oddly stiffening to the point where 
they peeked over the edge of the lacy bodice. And then, her widened gray 
eyes fell forward again, to rest on the dripping hardness in her husband's 
boss' gnarled hand. 

God, he's even bigger close up! She gasped, feeling an inexplicable tremor 
in her clitoris. I wonder how his niece can take it all! 

Hugh Warren was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of his young 
brunette ward for the weekend. Her firm, sleek body was an exciting 
combination of feminine pulchritude and school girl innocence made even more 
alluring by her partially attired state. He couldn't even remember how many 
of his junior employee's wives he'd fucked and sucked in the twenty-seven 
years he'd been in the gambling business, but damned if he'd ever had 
anything as sweet as this! 

"Get down between my legs!" he suddenly ordered the trembling 
eighteen-year-old. "On your hands and knees... like a bitch-dog!" 

As her knees touched the edge of the enormous round bed, Terri stopped and 
reached down reflexively to remove the panties that had slipped down to her 
slender ankles to impede her forward progress. Intuitively, she knew that 
whatever they intended to do to her could be best accomplished without that 
flimsy garment. She could still feel Meyer's persistent fat finger fucking 
into her now-slippery pussy from the rear, even as she clambered up on the 
bed on her hands and knees and began to crawl towards the mountainous hairy 
paunch that belonged to Hugh Warren... and the ceiling-directed knob of his 
scarlet cock that reminded her uncannily of an upraised midget's arm with a 
balled fist at the end. 

"Lick it first, you little shit," the filthy sixty-year-old cackled in a 
voice gone high with mounting lust. "Lick it, and then suck its head... And, 
don't forget my balls!" 

It was with a sickening realization that young Terri Duncan knew that she 
wanted to do just that. I must be sick, her tortured mind recoiled in 
desperation. But, I can't help it; I want to suck his thing for him!... Oh, 
Lloyd, you heartless bastard, why do you insist on making a little whore out 
of me... ? 

Terri lavished the fat club-owner's quivering shaft with the warm velvet 
surface of her tongue, lathing and flicking with the tip from balls to cock 
and back again, while behind her, Big Joe slipped his finger from her pussy 
and pressed forward with his own turgid hardness, sandwiching it firmly 
between the lightly veined whiteness of her ass-cheeks. She could feel every 
ridge and pulsing capillary along the thickly corded surface of the pit 
boss' penis, and a knot of excitement welled up in her little belly to spill 
from her busy lips in a startled mewl of unexpected delight. It was as if 
her first taste of Hugh Warren's pungently malodorous flesh had triggered a 
flight of demons through her very soul. She was being forced to do all the 
things she'd secretly wanted to do since adolescence... and loving every 
hideous second of it! 

Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his bloated red scrotum and along 
the heavily throbbing shaft to the lewdly bobbing head, promptly and 
unceremoniously capping the leaking purple ball with her mouth as if to 
prevent any further escape of the prodigiously oozing syrup that dribbled up 
from his hot nuts. Oh, dear God, how she wanted him to cum in her mouth... ! 
She began to suck in earnest now, her head bobbing slickly downward until 
she could actually feel his prickly salt-and-pepper pubic hair tickling her 
passion-flared nostrils, then up again until only the tips of her lips 
remained, pursed into a beelike suck as if she were drawing his hotly 
flowing pre-cum through a fleshy straw. 

Warren raised back up on his elbows again, luxuriating in the visual as well 
as the sensual feel of her heartfelt nursing of his cock... a cock that had 
been treated to such heartfelt nursing of cock... a cock that had been 
treated to such heartfelt nursings since before she was even born. He 
watched her satin cheeks alternately hollow and bloat as she bobbed, and he 
could see her eyes widen and glaze beneath the flowing dark curtain of her 
hair. Then, on an impulse, he leaned down and shoved his fat hands into the 
cups at the bodice of her costume and pulled her spilling breasts completely 
out, so that the tips of her succulent strawberry nipples could be free to 
dance and crush against the wiry-haired surface of his upper-thighs. "Now, 
baby," he hissed down at her, "Beg for it!" 

Behind her, Big Joe Meyer could feel the obedient little housewife pause 
momentarily in her suckings as Warren's cruelly rendered words registered 
devastatingly in her brain. Then, as her whole body suddenly broke out in 
goosepimples from head to pink-lacquered toenails, she raised her 
lust-distorted face and whispered, "OOOhhh, yesss! Cum in my mouth, Mr. 
Warren... please!" Her lewd admission was nearly more than the wicked pit 
boss could stand as he stepped up the pace of his thickly veined rubbing in 
her fleshy rear furrow. He could feel the softly weeping petals of her sex 
flower deliciously open around his pulsing shaft on the underside, clasping 
and lathing with her vaginal lips in lewd parody of her sucking of the 
obscene club-owner. Jesus, what a horny little sexpot this'n's turned out to 
be! he shivered delightedly. Who'd ever a thought that punk, Lloyd Duncan 
was hidin' somethin' this hot to trot at home! 

Next to the lewdly writhing trio on the bed, Janis Holmes, too, was again 
becoming aroused at the sudden turn of events. Almost idly, her hands 
dropped to the juncture of her naked white thighs and began to rub and pinch 
along the satin surface there, her own beautiful blue eyes bulging halfway 
out of her skull with rekindled passion. She could still feel Hugh Warren's 
half-pint of seed pouring from her womb to soil the bed, and still she 
wanted more! "What about me, Mr. Warren?" she heard herself pipe from 
somewhere deep in her blackest soul. "I want it, too!" 

For a moment, Warren was tempted to ask her if she wanted to share his cock 
with Terri Lynn, but decided instead to amuse himself with further visual 
delights. "There's some dildos and vibrators in that cabinet over there, 
Janis," he advised with an appropriate nod of his hoglike head. "Go find 
yourself something that turns you on! 

Janis nearly flew to the indicated piece of furniture, throwing back the 
double doors to feast her eyes on the most glorious collection of artificial 
cocks she could imagine. There were wooden ones, rubber ones, plastic ones 
with bulbs one could fill with the liquid of one's choice... and vibrators 
of every size, shape, and description. Oh, my! her mind registered 
delightedly with the difficulty of her choice. Oh, my! Oh, my... ! 

"Try that big black bastard on the bottom shelf," Hugh Warren offered 
encouragingly from the bed behind her. "I didn't clean it the last time I 
used it, but it's got new batteries!" 

Janis reached out for it, her fingers recoiling instantly at the still-tacky 
feel of its polished plastic surface. God, she thought drolly as she 
overcame her initial revulsion and took it reverently in her hands, I wonder 
who the lucky bitch was that time! And then, for reasons even she herself 
couldn't explain, she brought it to her lips and began to lick it clean. As 
far as she knew, the yet-pungent juices could've belonged to just about 
anybody... apart from the few curly hairs that still clung to its surface, 
even her own little Debbie! 

"Get back over here where we can see you, Janis!" Warren snapped 
impatiently. "Maybe you can show little Terri here a few more tricks!" 

Still licking the foot-long, black plastic cock with lingering affection, 
the young blonde maid returned swiftly to the bed and squatted down on her 
haunches next to the laboring threesome. "What do you want me to do with 
it?" she queried hotly between laps of her tongue. "Do you want me to screw 
myself with it, or shove it up my asshole?" 

"Suit yourself, precious," the fat man grinned. "The switch is on the 
bottom." 

From the corner of her eye, Terri could see the young "niece" flip on the 
switch to the operative position, then take the soundlessly humming device 
in her fingertips and rub it lewdly up and down in the golden fleece that 
lined her hot pink furrow. Then, deciding, she centered the tip of the 
vibrator at the entrance of her ass, and not only shoved, but half-sat down 
on it as well until it disappeared entirely from view. 

"How's that feel, Janis?" Warren queried hotly. 

"Oh! It's wonderful...." she panted. "B-But I still don't have anything in 
my pussy!" 

"How 'bout my tongue?" offered Warren. 

"But I can't! I mean, the vibrator will slip out of my asshole!" 

"Terri'll hold it there for ya... Won't you, Terri...!" 

"MMMfff... Oh, yesss!... MMMfff!" 

Quickly then, as Janis assumed the required position astraddle the fat man's 
face, Terri reached up with the fingers of one hand to grasp the half-inch 
of black plastic that had slipped back out of the blonde's clinging rectum. 
Slowly, voluptuously, her lips still locked like a garter around the 
con-man's leaking girth, the teenaged housewife began to draw and shove the 
vigorous pseudo-cock in and out of her blonde peer's anus. 

At the same time, she could feel the ball of Meyer's cock in the crevice of 
her own ass pulse and throb like the heart of a wild beast. Oh, Jesus, she 
screamed in silent frustration, why doesn't he shove it in me! 

* * * 

Rita Collins looked at Lloyd Duncan speculatively, as though trying to 
decide how much farther she could push him before taking him to the next 
phase of the plan. She couldn't be sure how he would react when he learned 
exactly what his wife had been subjected to, and she wanted to enjoy his 
handsome youth and physical strength for herself. But then, with a sigh, she 
made up her mind to see it through, come hell or high water. 

"Hey, where do I park this thing anyway?" 

"Park behind the house, sugar," she winked promisingly at his unseeing 
profile. "And keep quiet when we get inside, for Christ's sake!" 

After bringing the three-year-old Camaro to a silent stop at the rear of 
Hugh Warren's palatial lakeside residence, Lloyd climbed out quietly from 
behind the wheel and followed Rita in through the kitchen entrance and up 
the stairs to the same second-story bedroom where Terri had changed into her 
maid's uniform. His heart was pounding wildly in his throat as he stayed 
close behind Rita's well-turned ass, taking each step of the stairs as if it 
were made of eggshells. 

"Now remember, you promised not to say anything until they're finished," she 
cautioned as they reached the landing at the top. 

Finally, satisfied that the nervous young husband understood, the redhead 
opened the door a little wider and slipped silently into the room. Lloyd 
followed close behind, his heart drumming madly. He couldn't imagine what 
Rita's mysterious actions were leading up to. 

And then, through the still-open connecting door, he saw Terri! 

His lovely young bride was up on her knees in the middle of a huge bed 
surrounded by mirrors, her mouth filled to the brim with his boss' thick 
scarlet penis while he buried his own ugly face into the crotch of a 
beautiful blonde. And behind, lewdly rubbing the ball of his own 
lust-purpled cock in the milky crevice of Terri's ass was... was Big Joe 
Meyer! Indeed, the leering, bald-headed pit boss was holding his rigidly 
erect prick firmly in his right hand, preparing to insert it into the moist 
pink slip of her vagina from behind. 

Lloyd gasped in disbelief. This couldn't be his innocent, inexperienced 
young wife waiting expectantly on her knees for the long thick rod pressed 
into the crevice of her upraised buttocks. Not the naive reluctant little 
bride who'd so bitterly resisted all his precious attempts to get her to 
suck his cock... It just couldn't be! 

Suddenly, Terri lifted her face from Warren's dripping cock a few inches to 
look back at the man behind her as if to see why he was hesitating. Now, 
Lloyd no longer had any doubts that she was, in fact, his wife. His stomach 
muscles knotted and he was about to cry out in anger when he felt Rita's 
hand tighten on his wrist as she gave him a threatening glance. He stopped, 
fighting down his sense of outrage at the scene taking place on the bed just 
a few feet away. 

To all outward appearances, no one in the adjoining chamber had noticed them 
enter the room. Terri's buttocks jerked temptingly backward, wanting 
desperately now to be filled with the pit boss' giant cock. After the way 
Lloyd had treated her a couple of days ago, she felt entitled to a little 
fun. 

"Reach back and put it in," Meyer barked suddenly in anticipation. 

"I-I can't reach it, Mr. Meyer!" Terri whimpered brokenly. 

"Put it in, I said!" he growled down at her, digging his fingers still 
harder into the flesh at her tiny waist. 

In desperation, she reached back between her legs and closed her trembling 
free hand over his penis, her entire weight now supported on her breasts. 
The excitedly-throbbing cock-shaft felt even larger than it had looked... 
She would never be able to take it! 

Lloyd stood with the boss' secretary near the open door, watching the entire 
scene. He felt his cock jerk slightly from the lewdly inciting picture in 
front of him as he saw Terri's little hand close pitifully around the 
bald-headed man's thick penile shaft, holding it poised barely an inch from 
the upthrust entrance to her fleshy pink cunt. The exciting tableau was 
reflected from various viewpoints in the surrounding mirrors and the 
treacherous young husband felt a sinking sensation of jealousy and desire 
mingle in his stomach as he groaned softly under his breath. 

Meyer again squeezed her satin flesh, this time bring a soft squeal of pain 
from Terri's glistening lips. Placing the rubbery throbbing cock-head 
against the elastic opening of her vagina, she felt the passion-bloated 
glans begin a slow prodding against the slightly open lips of her trembling 
pussy, parting them and forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring of 
flesh that protected the entrance to her secret inner passage. There was a 
great stretching feeling in her loins as though the tender lips were being 
pulled asunder, and then suddenly she felt her velvety cuntal ridges swept 
apart as Big Joe's swollen penis soared up into her hotly throbbing vagina 
like a battering ram of old. 

"AAAuuuggghhh!" 

she choked from around the pulsing red cock in her mouth. Her wildly 
spasming vaginal walls were on fire. The lust-swollen penis penetrating her 
fearfully squirming cunt felt like a thick drill tunneling deep into her 
belly through the involuntarily contracting inner passage. She struggled and 
swung her cheeks in a vain attempt to escape the ruthless impalement. It was 
no use. Meyer pushed relentlessly forward, skewering her right up to the 
hilt, making her a hopeless prisoner of his rigidly pulsating cock like a 
mounted insect pierced through by a pin. Her lips, still lust-incitingly 
stretched around Hugh Warren's poling cock, contorted in pain and torment 
from the outward pressure of the pit boss' deeply imbedded cock-shaft 
behind. He slipped it back out a fraction of an inch and then groaned 
huskily as he shoved it forward again up into her pussy depths as far as it 
would go. She felt its pounding rubbery tip bump up against her cervix at 
the same time as his heavily bloated testicles slapped up hard against the 
softness of her pubic mound below. 

The impaled bride's husband watched, his eyes wide-open, as the long thick 
rod disappeared up inside Terri's tight, widely stretched vagina. Lloyd 
moaned softly in unconscious vicarious pleasure as he imagined the 
enveloping moistness clasping around the pit boss' cock buried deep up 
inside his hot young wife. His own cock jerked wildly inside his slacks, the 
head of it popping obscenely out through the opening in his shorts to brush 
against the scratchy wool from within. 

Rita Collins couldn't help but notice the young husband's hardness thrusting 
stiffly out in his pants and, with a tiny mewl of appreciation, she grasped 
the jerking lump in her hand, slowly massaging the pulsing knob with her 
fingertips until she could feel the moisture beginning to saturate the 
woolen material. "Do you want to join them?" she whispered. "Or, just watch 
for awhile?" 

"Uh... I-I think I'd like to watch for awhile." 

"Good choice, handsome," Rita commented, her hand drifting up to the buckle 
of his belt. 

"W-What are you doing, Rita?" 

"Just taking off your pants, lover-boy... You don't want to be bothered with 
a lot of bloody fucking details when the time comes, do you?" 

* * * 

There was no further thought of remorse in the young wife's brain as Terri 
bucked back and forth between her two aging "captors" like a fleshy 
shishkabob, impaled from both ends and loving every second if it. For the 
first time in her young life, she felt freed completely absolved from guilt 
at enjoying the act of making love. No, not love... fucking. There was no 
other word for it, but fucking... and sucking... and, oh God, it was 
wonderful! Her hand was pumping the buzzing shaft of the black vibrator in 
and out of the blonde girl's asshole with almost sadistic abandon... the 
exact same way she'd like it to be done to her if the tables were turned. At 
the same time, she drove her feverishly sucking little mouth down so hard on 
Hugh Warren's liver-thick cock that the head of it lodged tightly in her 
throat before she was wont to raise her delighted face. And God, there was 
just no describing the feel of the pit boss' cock buried in her slippery 
pussy to the balls while he fucked her like a dog! 

Big Joe Meyer gloated in obscene triumph as he felt Terri buck her naked 
teenage ass back tight against him with every forward stroke. Her little 
velvet pussy was rippling and drawing along the mottled surface of his 
lengthy penis like a berserk milking machine. Quickly now, he moved into 
longer, smoother strokes that brought his lust-swollen flesh almost all the 
way out of her cunt on the outstroke, then thrust forward again and again 
and again into her uplifted hindquarters until her could feel the sharp slap 
of his hot balls against the pulsing knob of her clitoris. 

"Oh, Mr. Meyer... that's sooo good!" she gurgled around the poling cock in 
her mouth. "Oh, you can fuck me anytime you want!" 

"Anytime bitch?" he queried lewdly, with a particularly vicious forward 
lunge. 

"Anytime at all?" 

"AAAuuurrrggghhh! 

Oh, dear God, yesss, Mr. Meyer... Day or night... MMMfff... and I'll come 
running with my panties in my hand!" 

"What about my friends...?" 

"Them, too... MMMfff... Just tell me the address and what you want me to 
wear...." her voice trailed off on a gurgle as she whipped her tongue around 
the head of her husband's boss' cock in a cleaning swipe, trying to swallow 
as fast as Warren was leaking but finding it a virtually impossible task. 
She didn't even try to comprehend what had happened to her body in the last 
forty-five minutes or so, one new wave of passion after another coursed 
through her lust-tortured body to blot out any attempt at instant 
self-analysis. She was aware only of the fact that the initial pain of Big 
Joe's entry had gone entirely, replaced in full by the most stimulating and 
perverse sensations imaginable. God, she wondered if she'd ever be able to 
enjoy straight sex again after this... The mere idea of being forced to fuck 
all manner of cocks thrilled her to her very core. If this be evil, she 
mused delightedly, then I'm Satan's little sister! 

As the pungent odors of Warren's lust-engorged cock slithering in and out of 
her mouth stung her flared nostrils, Terri began to run her tongue faster 
and faster over his hotly pulsating shaft and leaking, bulging glans-head. 
She might be sick, at least her parents back in Punxatawny might think so, 
but she never wanted it to stop! Her pussy contracted hotly around Meyer's 
thick prick in her rear in a series of uncontrollable spasms, and suddenly 
she knew that her first climax lay not more than a few more strokes away! 

"Suck me, Terri, suck me harder!" Warren yelled around his own probing 
tongue in the young maid's pussy. "I'm almost there!" 

In her own maniacal quest for fulfillment, the bride of eight weeks sucked 
the fat man's cock like a wanton slut, and the thickly swollen instrument 
disappeared half-way down her contracting throat as he drove upward, sinking 
in to the wiry hair at the roots. His sperm-bloated testicles danced lewdly 
beneath, slapping in unison with his thrusts against her upraised chin. And, 
then, his balls erupting like molten rockets, Warren jerked his cock 
suddenly away from her roundly sucking lips, holding it in his hand not two 
inches away from her ovalled mouth. 

"Oh no, Mr. Warren! Please, I want it!... I've got to have it!" 

Before she could lean forward far enough to recapture it in her mouth, 
Warren's angry red cock began to spew its lewd, sticky cum directly into her 
searching oral cavern. The thick, ropy squirts streamed hotly from the 
dancing tip, filling her waiting mouth to the brim, firing and misfiring as 
it shot not only into her mouth but her hair as well, and her forehead, and 
her cheeks, and finally popped right back into her sucking oral sheath again 
for its final half-dozen or so explosive bursts. And then, the air seemed to 
shatter with the explosive screams of the young maid astride the fat man's 
face as the pretty blonde reached down to jerk the vibrator from Terri's 
hand, rifling it in and out of her own ass now, as her prodigiously glowing 
juices poured into the copiously swallowing mouth of her employer. 

As the pair before her panted out their completion and fell away, the young 
brunette housewife was able to concentrate fully on her own needs at the 
hands of the bald-headed pit boss fucking into her hot channel from the 
rear. She began to buck and writhe full force now, raising back up on her 
elbows so that the tips of her spilled-out breasts danced and quivered along 
the surface of the well-worn mattress. Fleetingly, she wondered just how 
many young wives the lewd Hugh Warren had taken on this very bed... Surely, 
they must've numbered in the hundreds... Even if he'd only had one new wife 
a week for the twenty-seven years Lloyd had told her he'd been in the 
business, that would be... Good Lord, I'm number 
one-thousand-four-hundred-and-something! And, drolly, she wondered what her 
mother would say if she knew that. 

"Oh... Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" she chanted blissfully, undulating her magnificent, 
curvaceous buttocks eagerly back against his powerful lunges. She wanted the 
lewd pit boss to cum in her... wanted it more than she'd ever wanted 
anything before in her life. She dropped her shoulders to the bed then, so 
that her buttocks were presented to him high in the air and his long, thick 
cock could fuck at will into her hot pink pussy. Her soft gray eyes were 
glazed with erotic rapture and she ground happily back against the violent 
intrusion, feeling the bald man's penis-head expand like a bloody fist 
against her tender cervix as if to mark the imminence of his pending 
release. 

He's going to cum in me! 

her young mind registered hotly. And, automatically, she reached back 
between her legs to graze and caress Meyer's churning balls, squeezing them 
with lingering affection, enchanted with their rubbery hairy feel. Her 
passion-flushed face, her little maid's cap now resting almost comically 
askew, was turned so that the enormous man could see the effect his 
pony-sized cock was having on her. He watched his lips open and close in the 
all-consuming torment of deliciously mounting rapture spiraling through her 
body, and he felt her clench the lips of her milking little pussy around his 
flesh on every out-stroke as if reluctant to let him go. 

For Terri, there was nothing but overwhelming, previously inexperienced 
pleasures steadily building deep within her. God, she was almost there! 
"OOOooohhh! UUUggghhh! Fuck it, fuck it!" she screamed. "Fuck it hard... 
harder! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!... I'm CUMMING! 

Her hips pounded backwards resoundingly as Meyer's furiously plunging prick 
worked brutally deeper and deeper into her now-creaming cunt. Terri had 
never realized the delightful abandon she would know with a man... Nor, such 
carnally beautiful sensations as she did at that moment, with her body 
quivering and convulsing wildly in her orgasm that seemed to go on and on 
and on in endless waves of sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone; utterly in 
another world beneath this magnificent cock that continued to cause wildly 
exploding sensations of enchantment in her belly and loins. 

"OOOhhh... ooohhh!" she moaned in her overwhelming rush, her senses blurred 
by the engulfing ecstasy of the moment. Dazedly then, she felt the 
bald-headed pit boss thrust so deeply into her heated vaginal channel that 
she thought surely it would pierce her lungs... God, he must be dimming, 
too! 

She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the cushion of her 
lewdly upraised buttocks, and then a great surge of hot, swirling sperm 
flooded deep into her very womb, filling her quivering tenderness to the 
point of bursting before gushing back out again to drip from the ivory 
columns of her inner thighs. The young housewife heard him gasp again and 
again... until, at last, he grunted one final moan of release and fell 
heavily across her back, knocking her flat on the mattress. Oh, God! she 
thought. I'm cumming again! And then, the world went black. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Terri?... Terri, wake up and see who's here...!" 

Terri stirred restlessly on the mattress, unwilling just yet to succumb to 
the intruding, unfamiliar feminine voice that belonged to the arm that shook 
her. She was having a dream... a very pleasant dream, where she was naked 
and alone in a room full of naked men, each sitting on a wooden chair set in 
an enormous circle, and she was going to each one in turn... allowing them 
to do what they wanted with her willing young body... and each was a little 
bigger than the one before it... ! 

"Terri!" 

With a reluctant groan, the young brunette housewife cocked one gray eye 
Wearily open and tried to focus on the persistent voice. Whoever it belonged 
to had red hair... and was naked... and... God, it was Hugh Warren's 
secretary; the very same girl he'd had with him at the Golden Empress! 
Suddenly, she shot bolt upright, rubbing the backs of her battered thighs as 
she tried to focus now on the shadowy, equally naked male figure that stood 
behind the redhead and slightly to the side. 

"Lloyd!" 

"Hi, babe!" he snapped cruelly as he stepped quickly forward. "That was 
really quite a show you put on a few minutes ago!" 

He stared down into his wife's frantically searching face, and the 
unmistakable question in her eyes, his own expression a mixture of lust and 
abhorrence. He saw that she was pleading with him to forgive her, but the 
only compassion he felt at that moment was towards his own cock. 

"L-Lloyd...?" she queried hesitantly. "Honey, I... I can explain, if you'll 
just_"" 

"Shut up, whore!" he snapped sullenly. "When I want your explanation, I'll 
beat it out of you!" 

Terri's eyes clouded instantly. How could he say that... when he himself had 
set the whole thing up? "Lloyd, I only did what you wanted me to!" she 
demanded pathetically. "I didn't exactly volunteer, you know!" 

"Well, you sure as hell made the most of it!" he shouted bitterly. 

And, suddenly, the whole bizarre situation seemed almost laughable to the 
carnally-awakened young wife. Not only was her husband railing against the 
very adulterous situation he himself had instigated, he was standing there 
with a tremendous hard-on, while Hugh Warren's redheaded secretary jacked 
him off. It was absolutely ludicrous! She looked him straight in the eye 
then, in an uncharacteristic show of bravado that left the young husband 
slightly unnerved. "Oh, I get it now," she stated flatly. "As long as I 
hated it, it was okay... and, and_"" 

"Listen, damnit_"" 

"And, if that's the way you get your kicks, you're sick!" She was 
half-shouting now, tears of outrageous indignation streaming down her downy 
cheeks. 

"I guess you're going to try and tell me you didn't enjoy it!" Lloyd 
taunted, impervious to her, for once, superior logic. 

"Alright, stop it!... I mean it, Lloyd... shut-up!" Terri was tortured by 
the half-truths pouring heartlessly from her handsome young husband's angry 
mouth. No, she hadn't wanted it... but she had enjoyed it! 

Lloyd stepped forward then, jerking her head back hard by the hair, his 
chest huffed up importantly as he drew back his hand to hit her. Then, 
hesitating, he felt Rita's slender fingers close around his wrist as she 
whispered a husky, "There's a better way, Lloyd Duncan." 

Lloyd stared at her uncertainly. "What do you mean, 'a better way?'" 

"Give her a taste of her own medicine, lover-boy," the redhead supplied. 
"Screw me right in front of her." 

Lloyd's brow furrowed deeply as he mulled over the lewd suggestion that had 
tumbled from his boss' secretary's lips. "Okay," he said at last, "you're 
on!" He could feel the redhead's grip tighten around his poling cock as she 
used it as a handle to pull him onto the enormous round bed. 

Terri watched the scene unfolding before her eyes with horrified 
fascination. She couldn't believe that Lloyd would actually, willingly, make 
love to another woman right in front of her... no matter what else he might 
have done. Her mind reeled with a mixture of jealousy, anger... and an 
inexplicable thrill of perverse excitement. God, she thought, I must be as 
bad as the rest of them! 

She stared at the full, luscious body of Rita Collins now stretched 
languidly out on the bed beside her, her coppery haired pubic wedge naked 
for all the world_" especially her husband, Lloyd_"to see. Her arms were 
held out to him in near-supplication, the twin nipples of her soft and 
pliant breasts distending and stiffening rapidly in her mounting excitement. 
Lloyd stood for a moment in uncertainty, suddenly unsure whether or not he 
should go through with it; if, perhaps, he weren't punishing his errant 
bride too much. But then, the moistly parting lips of Rita's pink cunt 
thrust all other considerations from his mind. 

As the young husband stepped forward to claim his prize, Hugh Warren, still 
lewdly sprawled on the far side of the bed, felt his own incorrigible cock 
stir again, as it always did at the sight of his hot-blooded young secretary 
about to give herself to the husband of one his little cunts. His pudgy hand 
dropped automatically to the rapidly swelling hugeness and began to massage 
it voluptuously into its former gargantuan proportions, his eyes never 
leaving the developing action on the other side of the mattress. He chuckled 
ominously as he heard Rita moan with pleasure, running her long-nailed 
fingers_""witch fingers" he called them_"through Lloyd's thick hair, 
urging him to do what he wanted with her. 

The young husband responded by extending his caresses until his own 
curiously probing fingers were playing along the tight curls of her rusty 
thatch, idly letting his fingernails scrape across the unguarded surface of 
her weeping clitoral nub, and smiling as his ears caught the unmistakable 
moans of passions issuing from the redheads lips. He turned his head 
slightly and gazed at the defiant look of indignation etched across his own 
wife's perfect face, as she, in turn, sat hypnotized by the adulterous 
display she was witnessing. 

Seated in an overstuffed chair in a far corner of the room, Big Joe Meyer 
sat nakedly watching with Janis Holmes balanced delightfully on his hairy 
knees. He, too, was enthralled by the scene before him... particularly by 
the sudden glint of arousal that sparkled in the young wife's wide gray eyes 
as she watched. He offered no protest when the young blonde maid reached 
down between his thighs and began to rub the deflated purple head of his 
cock between the still-dripping lips of her pussy. 

"Oh, God... baby! I want you now... ! Rita rasped thickly as she pulled 
Lloyd down on top of her, raised her finely chiseled face and locked her 
mouth tightly against his. Her trembling, red-lacquered fingers slid down 
between their naked bodies to grasp and squeeze with voluptuous slowness the 
quivering length of his prick. 

Lloyd gasped at the coolness of her long slender fingers, crushing his lips 
down hard against hers, their tongues locked in a dance macabre of 
unspeakable lust. He knew that Terri was watching only a few feet away, and 
he ground his body down hard against the redhead in an almost contemptuous 
display of his utter disregard for her feelings in the matter. 

"Oh, Christ!" he blurted suddenly. "I want to fuck you, too, baby!" 

"How, lover-boy?" Rita queried hotly around the parrying thrusts of his 
tongue. "Tell me how!" 

"Hard! Deep and hard!... Right up you sexy fucking guts!" 

"Oh, God," she sighed, "I can almost feel it already!" 

Lloyd Duncan groaned above the hot redheaded secretary as he felt her moving 
the head of his cock up and down between her legs, parting the softly curled 
hair of her vagina with the pulsating, blood-filled head. The coppery curls 
grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached 
from the excruciating pressure. 

He couldn't stand another second of this torture. Flicking his hips forward 
with a sudden thrust, the young husband drove his desire-swollen member 
abruptly up into the gaping hot mouth of Rita's tantalizing pussy. 

"OOOhhh!... Baby, that's sooo goooooood!" she groaned as his long cock raced 
up her cunt to the full depths of her belly, suddenly hitting bottom, his 
balls slapping hard against the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. 

He thrust still harder, screwing his pelvis up tight into her loins so she 
couldn't escape if she'd wanted to. He deliberately made his cock throb deep 
inside her and was rewarded by another low moan from between her tightly 
clenched teeth. "Jesus, you're good, Rita," he stammered. "Hot and creamy 
and smooth...." his voice trailed off in a series of short pants. 

Tears brimmed fully in Terri's eyes as she watched the naked secretary begin 
to rotate her pelvis beneath Lloyd's deep-sunk cock. She was seeing for the 
first time, with her own eyes, her young husband having sex with another 
woman, and she was so engrossed in what she was witnessing that she barely 
noticed Hugh Warren's beefy hand sneaking along her back. 

"You might as well take this off," the lewd fat man suggested abruptly, 
indicating what was left of her little maid's uniform. "You're half hanging 
out of it, anyway." Hugh Warren waited a few seconds for a response. "Do you 
want to leave?" he queried knowingly. 

"H-Huh...?" 

"Do you want to go home?" he repeated. 

"No... I don't think so," she managed after a brief pause. "I think I want 
to remember this for the rest of my life." 

"Warren's pudgy fingers tugged impatiently at the zipper at the back of her 
dress. "Well then, let's get this thing off, shall we? It's just going to 
get in the way later." 

Terri shrugged indifferently, reaching back to help him with the stubborn 
catch. "Sure, why not?" she said. "I don't think it makes any difference 
now... Nothing does." 

Lloyd ground his pelvis into the squirming secretary beneath him as she 
strained back under him, arching her loins and thrusting them both off the 
bed a few inches from the force of her upward lunges. Her mouth hung open 
and her head flailed from side to side in wild abandon. 

"Oh, fuck me hard!" she moaned, already delirious with pleasure. "Shove your 
finger in my ass! Do it, quick!" 

Reaching under her, Lloyd searched with his middle finger for her anus. When 
he found the tiny puckered opening, he lubricated his finger with the fluids 
that had trickled out around his hard driving cock and began to probe at the 
cringing little asshole. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then 
suddenly the tight elastic ring fell before his attack and his finger slid 
in to the first knuckle. She cringed away, squirming beneath him to escape 
the initial pain of his entry. He pushed harder, sinking it into the second 
knuckle. 

"AAAuuurrrggghhh... yesss!" she shrieked, screwing her buttocks back on his 
finger until it was buried to the palm of his hand. 

Experimentally, the young husband rotated it inside of the velvety depths of 
her rectum, feeling the thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages 
and the underside of his cock as it slid in and out of her. He began to pick 
up the same rhythm with his finger, sawing it in and out, skewering her with 
the lewd double fucking. To his delight, she again picked up the tempo, 
bucking madly and opening her legs wider to give him greater access to the 
dual ravishment of her loins. He could tell that she was near a climax as 
she began scissoring her legs open and shut in time to his long, hard 
thrusts into her and he began ramming harder, impaling her asshole with his 
finger to excite her more. He heard her gurgling and gasping beneath him and 
he drubbed into her with all his strength. 

"Oh, I'm cumming!" she gasped frantically. "Fuck harder. Oh God, Lloyd, fuck 
me harder, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" 

She drew back her thighs tighter until the whole of her wide-stretched pussy 
was offered up to him to fuck into as hard as he wanted. Her slim ankles 
locked over his shoulders and her pelvis writhed beneath him in a jerking 
dance of wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth slipped open, her unseeing eyes 
rolling up toward the ceiling. A low, strangled scream suddenly forced 
itself from between her contorted lips and she screwed herself up on Lloyd's 
thickly ramming cock, locking herself to him with her thighs while her loins 
jerked spasmodically against his naked belly. A moment later, she collapsed 
limply beneath him. She lay still, except for the last trembling of her 
vaginal muscles around his rampant cock. He thrust deep into her, then lay 
quiet until she regained her strength. 

"Looks like ol' Floyd's quite the lover," Warren whispered in Terri's ear as 
she sat beside him, trembling with shock and horror. 

The young wife just stared as if paralyzed at her husband's still rigid 
cock, lying quietly now in Rita's dripping cunt. She moved suddenly as her 
eyes rose to his face, and found his eyes staring at her with a look of 
defiance, and even challenge. 

"What's the matter, Terri?" he said brutally, "don't you like to see me 
enjoying myself?" 

Terri was taken aback at the coarseness of his innuendo, and could only 
manage to shake her head no, slowly and unconvincingly. 

"Well," her husband continued, still cutting her with the sharpness of his 
sarcasm, "that's too fuckin' bad!" 

"Lloyd, I_"" 

"Mr. Warren looks like he'd be happy to entertain you again... Wouldn't you, 
Mr. Warren?" He glanced contemptuously at his employer. "And since you two 
seem to enjoy each other so much, it would be a shame if you let my presence 
inhibit you. After all, Rita and I aren't done yet by a long shot. Are we, 
baby?" 

"No, lover-boy, not by a long shot," the Titian-haired secretary responded. 
"Why don't you roll on your back and let me give you a little something to 
remember me by?" 

With an evil grin on his face, and his eyes not leaving his shocked wife's 
face, Lloyd extracted his swollen cock from Rita's glistening pink furrow 
and rolled away from her onto his back, lying tensely with his obscenely 
bobbing hardness aimed straight up at the ceiling overhead. 

He folded his arms behind his neck so he could watch as she reached out and 
began stroking him, sliding the loose outer flesh of his rock-hard shaft up 
and down in a mesmerizing rhythm that increased the ache in his balls almost 
beyond endurance. Then, she scrambled to her knees and leaned over his 
loins, her face a scant two inches from the blood-engorged head of his 
lust-hardened cock. 

Her head dropped slowly and then her pointed tongue was flicking teasingly 
into the wetness of the tiny opening on the tip. Lloyd sucked in his breath 
as chills rippled along his spine. She dipped lower, enveloping the entire 
sensitive head of his penis in the moist, warm pressure of her lips. As her 
mouth tightened around it, he involuntarily thrust his pelvis upward, 
pushing more of his tingling male flesh up into the hot wet cavity of her 
sucking mouth. 

Terri could hardly breathe. She could hardly believe what she was seeing as 
Rita Collins lowered her head to Lloyd's hot scarlet cock. "Rita's going to 
suck him off," Warren breathed heavily in her ear. 

"Oh, God," the young bride moaned, tears brimming in her eyes. The awful 
sight of Lloyd's penis disappearing into the redhead's hungrily ovalled 
mouth was just too much for her to stand. 

The sounds coming from them made her shudder_"wet sucking noises, 
punctuated occasionally by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed 
pleasure. She wanted to get up and run, but knew her legs would not support 
her. She could do nothing but sit there and listen in torment while that 
woman made love to her husband. Suddenly, she was aware of Hugh Warren's 
hand, softly massaging one of her breasts. He gave a sudden hard pinch 
against the soft, rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and, unexpectedly, 
pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. 

Frantically, she twisted against him, coming to face again the lewd 
spectacle of the voluptuous secretary sucking her husband. In her abrupt 
panic, the sight caught her by surprise and she stared for a moment, 
fascinated by the obscene act they were performing. Instead of the absolute 
revulsion she should have felt, she could feel a strange light-fingered 
quivering up between her tensely trembling thighs. She clenched her eyes 
shut again, but could not block out the lewd, inciting picture. The soft 
moans and wet sucking sounds forced themselves into her ears, magnifying the 
obscene image many times over. 

As she felt her body begin to betray her for the second time that day, Terri 
uttered a low, helpless groan which was quickly choked off by Warren's 
liverish lips pressing hard against her own. His tongue snaked lewdly into 
her tender mouth, causing her to squirm frantically in an attempt to stem 
the flowing tide of passion stealing over her. She tried to get away from 
him, but the fat man's strength proved too much for her to handle. 

"Did ya see that?" the obese club-owner whispered, pulling her tightly to 
him as he whispered into her ear. "He fucked her, and now she's suckin' him 
off!" 

"Y-Yes, I... I see," Terri mumbled, his strange words lewdly exciting her. 
"She's... She's sucking him." 

Warren turned her abruptly around to face him, suddenly grinding his pelvis 
tightly against her, sliding his pudgy hands down to the softness of her 
boyish buttocks and pulling her loins tightly to him until she could feel 
the heat emanating from his enormous hairy paunch. "I think you oughta pay 
him back," he cackled as he kissed her throat. 

"Oh no, please, we can't... not again!" she whimpered, and her body 
stiffened as she felt her husband's boss begin to massage the soft white 
cheeks of her ass from behind in his efforts to draw her still closer to 
him. 

The teenage bride clenched her eyes tightly, fighting with all her inner 
strength against the sudden quickening sensations in her loins. But, the 
soft caress of the club-owner's fingers against her nipples, and the 
hardness of his penis crushing against the baby-softness of her abdomen 
brought soft moans of helpless submission to her lips. She gasped and held 
her breath as she felt his fingers in contact with her naked flesh, 
squirming back, whimpering hopelessly, as one thick fingertip found the 
sensitive flesh of her rising clitoris. Gently parting the soft, resilient 
pubic hair, Hugh Warren dipped his middle finger into the wetly trembling 
passage of her yearning cunt, teasing the hardened bud of her clitoral nub. 
It was dripping with unwanted desire... desire that suddenly saturated her 
entire being and threatened to overwhelm her. Tears of humiliation cascaded 
down Terri's cheeks as, to her utmost horror, she found herself again 
reacting to the maddening caresses of her breasts and pussy, a pulsing knot 
of itching compulsion spreading through her now-squirming loins. 

"Spread your legs, sweetie," Warren commanded harshly. "Spread them long 
motherfuckers as far as they'll go!" 

"Oh God, no... please!" she pleaded through her mixed tears and desire. 

And then, she felt the aroused club-owner drop his thick lips to her 
nut-brown pubic wedge and gently spread the softly curling hair with his 
tongue. 

"No!" she resisted stubbornly. "It's not right, Mr. Warren!" 

Warren glanced up at her and smiled. "You mean to tell me ol' Floyd ain't 
never sucked your cunt, baby!" he laughed incredulously. "Well, I'm gonna 
tongue-fuck ya 'til ya walk with a limp!" 

Terri groaned in helpless submission as his incredibly lascivious words made 
her tremble with a strangely wanton desire. She shuddered in unwilling 
arousal as she felt him parting her pubic hair and slowly draw his tongue 
along the shimmering satin surface of her vaginal tract. Next to her on the 
bed, she could Lloyd lifting himself up on his elbows to get a better look 
at Rita's contorted face wrapped around his massive swollen cock. And then, 
she felt Warren's tongue dart hungrily, deeply into the warm throbbing walls 
of her pussy. 

The sight of his swollen rod of lust-hardened flesh sunk halfway up between 
his boss' secretary's lips increased Lloyd's pleasure a hundredfold. Still 
wet and glistening from the juices of the redhead's cunt, it gleamed like a 
strip of fresh liver as he felt her lipstick-coated lips nibbling along the 
rippling surface in her efforts to absorb the remaining exposed inches she 
had yet to take in her throat. He could feel the softness of her educated 
tongue swirling maddeningly around the gaping head as she reached up to 
firmly hold him at the base with her trembling hand, her long-nailed fingers 
dropping down to tickle the Prickly surface of his balls. Jesus, this bitch 
can suck cock! the young husband thrilled. If Terri can learn to give head 
like this, I may launch her on a career of her own! 

Rita sensed Lloyd's throbbing reactions and began to suck his thickly 
swollen cock a little harder, the edges of her perfect teeth scraping gently 
along the pulsing length of his penis shaft to leave tiny white trails of 
bloodless evidence where they had left their mark beneath the thin skin at 
the surface. From the corner of her eye, she could see Terri's startled face 
as she watched, and somehow managed a wicked smile around the turgid girth 
of the girl's husband's cock. Look and learn, sweetness, she dropped one 
curling eyelash. Here's some tricks you can use on the next guy you suck... 
whoever that turns out to be... 

Terri gasped, twisting uncontrollably as Hugh Warren's tongue flicked out 
like a lizard's against the quivering erect knob of her slippery clit, then 
drew back through the surrounding fragrant fur and coralline flesh to begin 
another prolonged lap that would end in a delicious stab that felt as if it 
had reached her very soul. And then, just when she had begun to love it, the 
lewd man raised his moisture-slickened jowls and beamed, "I'm gonna cornhole 
ya now, baby!" 

"W-Wha...?" 

"I'm gonna cornhole ya," he repeated. "Fuck ya in the ass!" 

His lascivious words sent a new flurry of excitement through her lust-heated 
loins, but, damn, she wanted something in her cunt, too! 

"C-Cant we do it the regular way, Mr. Warren?" she pleaded. "My pussy's sooo 
hot!" 

Hugh Warren's jowlish face broke into a satanic grin as his eyes caught 
sight of the well-used black vibrator lying abandoned in the middle of the 
enormous bed. "Here ya go, sugar, try this on for size!" 

He picked it up and handed it to her, and Terri held the object reverently 
as she rolled immediately over on her hands and knees and assumed the 
required position. "Like this, Mr. Warren?" she queried. 

"Yeah, that's fine, baby... If you ain't gettin' tired of doin' it like a 
fucking bitch dog." 

"But I like playing bitch, Mr. Warren," she confessed from the bottom of her 
blackest heart. Then, in an offhanded reference to his utter obesity, "Don't 
sows do it this way, too?" 

Warren moved up tight behind her, smiling broadly as he felt her free hand 
reach back between her thighs for his cock, her slender fingers barely 
encircling its supreme thickness. He felt her shake as she realized again 
its tremendous size, and he quickly reached down and grabbed it away from 
her lest she have second thoughts about taking him up the ass. 

Terri felt the huge rubbery head moving up and down, parting the sparse hair 
of her cunt, dipping in slightly until she thought that perhaps he was 
having a change of heart about the object of his desires. Then, she realized 
that he was merely wetting it for the still-greater penetration to come. 
God, she'd barely taken Lloyd the other night... How was she supposed to 
take this gorilla-sized appendage back there! 

Warren levered forward from the hips as he centered the bulbous tip of his 
penis at the quaking entrance to her once-used rectal channel. Then, drawing 
a deep breath of determination, he began to press irresistibly inward, an 
excruciating fraction-of-an-inch at a time, until the entire fish-mouth head 
and an accompanying inch of shaft were lodged firmly in her anal passage. 
"Don't fight it, baby," he advised her unnecessarily, "I just want to 
sodomize you... not make a cripple out of you." 

"Nooo, please... I can't take it!" she babbled. "It's... It's bigger than I 
thought it would be back there!" 

Hugh Warren could barely contain the excitement Terri's anguished pleas were 
bringing him as he laboriously continued to press into her, this time by 
whole inches. And then, with a grimace of forgotten patience, he rammed 
forward unmercifully, his enormous weight, nearly three-hundred-pounds of 
it, forcing her shoulders to the mattress and knocking the wind out of her 
lungs. He could look around now and see their reflections vanishing into 
infinity in the elaborate network of mirrors that covered most of the 
surrounding walls; the lewd contrast of his hairy enormity next to her, but 
for the enormous platform shoes, total nudity filling him with unsurpassed 
lewdness. His long red cock plunged thickly into her moist, unyielding anal 
tract with a vengeance, pushing the soft fleshy folds of her intimate 
interior in rippling waves before it until, at last, he felt his big hairy 
balls slap resoundingly against the dripping mouth of her vagina. 

"Oh God, stooopppppp...!" she wailed. "You're... killing me!" 

The young wife's ass began to jerk and buck like that of an unbroken mare as 
she sought desperately to dislodge the intruding lust-purpled shaft that 
threatened to bore right through her stomach. Still, no matter how hard she 
tried, her strength was no match for the wicked club-owner's. There was 
absolutely nothing she could do to prevent the lewd event. She was going to 
get "cornholed" whether she liked it or not!" 

In a far corner of the room, totally forgotten now by the foursome on the 
big round bed, Janis Holmes rode valiantly up and down on Meyer's cock in a 
sitting position while he, in turn, reached around front of her to maul and 
squeeze her pearshaped breasts with utter disregard for her comfort. The 
twenty-two-year-old blonde was thrilled, deeply thrilled, with the events of 
the morning, and her excitement seemed to pour from her hot young cunt and 
through the big man's cock as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck beneath 
her shimmering golden tresses. 

"You like it, don't you baby?" the bald-headed pit boss questioned 
knowingly. "You like what they're doing on the bed... What we were doing... 
You like it dirty, don't you?" 

"OOOhhh, yessa!" she hissed breathlessly. "I love it!" 

"How dirty?" he persisted. 

"The dirtier the better," she panted, not knowing what he was leading up to, 
but thrilled with the dripping lewdness in his voice. 

"The boss tells me you have a very pretty little girl," he answered her 
unspoken question. 

Janis didn't know why, but her hot young cunt seemed to flower a little 
wider around the big man's cock. "Yes," she responded curiously, "Debbie's a 
very pretty little girl." 

"I'd like to see her." 

Still pumping lewdly up and down the pit boss' leaking foot-long cock, her 
slender fingers tightly gripping his hairy thighs for support, the young 
mother choked, "But she's too young!" 

Meyer chuckled lewdly, his cock soaring another inch as he realized her tone 
wasn't in the least offended, merely doubtful in a highly conspiratorial 
sort of way. "They're never too young," he stated matter-of-factly. "She can 
suck, can't she?" 

Janis felt as if her guts had suddenly turned to pudding. "OOOhhh, yesss!" 
she cooed. "She can suck and suck and suck...!" 

Terri's initial anguish was such that she was barely aware that Meyer and 
Janis had gone upstairs to the playroom. Her belly had never been filled so 
completely in her life, and Warren's big fat cock felt as though it had 
ripped her asshole to shreds. She could feel its every fleshy ridge, cruelly 
stretching her insides as she flexed her rectal muscles automatically around 
it. But, the throb of her soft inner flesh only seemed to incite the lewd 
club-owner still further and she felt him reaming ever deeper into her 
vainly resisting teenage rectum. Helplessly, she clenched her perfect teeth 
and endured it. 

Beside them, Lloyd groaned brokenly as he lifted his head higher off the bed 
to watch Rita's sucking face, her lips widely stretched with the thickness 
of his aching cock buried deep in her steaming oral sheath. She was 
massaging the resilient softness of his testicles as she sucked smoothly up 
and down the entire lust-purpled shaft, the sight of it causing Lloyd's 
loins to jerk lewdly upwards from the pelvis, as if he were trying to 
strangle the willing secretary. Practically all of it seemed to disappear 
with each hard thrust he made, engorged with his fiery young blood, a 
pulsating shaft like a creature with its own separate existence beyond his 
conscious control. 

Rita was elated by his throbbing reaction and began to suck him faster, 
harder, jerking his muscled loins up tight against her face as she continued 
to devour him with her lushly coated lips. Her entire being was caught up in 
the spirit of the moment, but then, she suddenly wanted more! Quickly now, 
she twisted her supple body into a new position, elevating her shimmering 
alabaster buttocks up on her trembling knees, as she thrust it lewdly back 
towards the tortured face of the sodomized young wife beside her. 

"I think she wants you to eat her," Warren observed calmly as he noticed his 
secretary's sudden shift of position. 

"W-Wha...?" Terri choked, nearly engulfed in the pain that emanated from her 
asshole. 

"Eat her!" the lewd man snapped, slapping his beefy hands down hard on the 
girl's already-tortured ass. "No!!!!" 

Terri raised her face up off the mattress a few inches, her nose but a 
breath away from the snowy perfection of the redhead's unblemished behind. 
She could see the wispy little tight curls of pubic thatch peeking out 
enticingly from the juncture of the secretary's thighs, and a sudden lump 
formed in her throat at the thought of what they expected her to do next. 
Could she? she wondered, even through her numbing pain. Could she really 
thrust her tongue up the cunt of a whore like Rita Collins? 

"Eat me, goddam it!" the redhead gurgled suddenly around the turgid shaft of 
the girl's husband's penis. "What are you waiting for!" 

Even through her anal discomfort, Terri could feel an exciting quickening of 
her pulse as she inched forward slightly, with Warren still in tow, to give 
the redhead's beckoning white buttocks a preliminary peck. The secretary's 
naked flesh was hot and flushed and sweet with expensive perfume, and 
inexplicably, the hot young wife allowed herself the luxury of letting her 
lingual member lathe in experimental circles all over one satin cheek. 

"Stick it in!" the redhead gurgled passionately. "Stick your tongue in it!" 

Terri's stomach did an anxious flip as she lowered her pretty face slightly 
to part the coppery bush of Rita's pussy with the tip of her tongue. And 
then, fired with devils she hadn't even known existed, the young wife 
stabbed deeply, her slippery intrusion bringing a delighted moan from the 
secretary's sucking throat. Oh, God... it's good! she suddenly realized. Hot 
and smooth and gamey... but clean, in a peculiar musky sort-of-way! And 
then, as she allowed her tongue to slither voluptuously in and out of the 
redhead's hot pink cunt, she realized that in spite of_"indeed, perhaps 
because of_"her sudden change of attention, the deeply embedded cock in her 
ass almost felt good in there! 

"Oh, suck it... Suck it!" Lloyd gasped through clenched teeth. "Suck my hot 
cock!" 

Rita's body was starting to gleam from the sheen of perspiration forming 
over her satin skin, and Lloyd felt a strong pressure building up to an 
unbelievable pitch in his hot young balls as he watched her buck lewdly back 
onto the thrusting tongue of his beautiful brunette bride. He knew it 
wouldn't be long now; his cock felt like it was ready to explode. He thrust 
deep back in her throat now, in lewd parody of the pace his fat boss was 
fucking into the ass of his little wife. Fuck it, he thought, fuck it 
all!... So my wife's a whore and I'm getting sucked by the boss' 
secretary... Fuck it! 

Terri didn't even try to comprehend what had happened to her body, the new 
wave of arousal that was saturating her entire being. Her tongue slid hotly, 
smoothly in and out of Rita's dripping grooved channel while she began to 
buck back in earnest now on Hugh Warren's big bull cock. And then, 
delightfully, she remembered the dildo in her hand and, flicking the switch 
in the handle as she'd seen Janis do earlier, she thrust it promptly and 
unceremoniously back between her trembling legs. 

The huge plastic cock rippled smoothly into her weeping vaginal tract like a 
living thing, all the way to the hilt, its lewd vibrations causing little 
rippling sensations right up to her very womb. Warren, too, could feel the 
delightful sensations, even through the connecting flesh that joined her hot 
pussy with her asshole, and the electric thrills drove him to new heights of 
lustful abandon. He could feel his own release, his third that morning, 
beginning to boil in his balls as he watched Terri close her eyes and thrust 
her tongue in slavish delight up Rita's coppery fringed cunt. The cords in 
the young wife's neck and thighs were standing out boldly in the fervency of 
her desire, and it was equally obvious to the lecherous club-owner that both 
she and his redheaded secretary would both be climaxing soon. He moved into 
longer, smoother strokes then, strokes that brought his lust-purpled cock 
nearly all the way out of her clasping rectal sheath on the outstroke, then 
thrusting forward powerfully from his weighty hips to re-impale her to his 
balls. 

"Oh, Mr. Warren," the hot wife gasped, her voice strangely muffled by the 
fluted coralline flanges of the redhead's cunt, "it's so good!" 

Warren worked his cock around and around inside of her, feeling the muscular 
ridges of her asshole sucking purposefully at his swollen hardness as he 
crashed and pounded like a madman. Damned if she isn't cumming, he mused as 
she stiffened beneath him. The little bitch beat us all to the draw this 
time! 

"Oh... Oh!... OH!" the little brunette purled as her second orgasm hit her. 
"Ohhh... it's wonderful...!" 

With a deep-throated moan of delight, Terri's body quivered out the throes 
of her release, her hand busily plunging the humming black dildo in and out 
of her pussy, while her tongue worked Rita's cunt to a virtual froth. And 
then, deliciously, she could feel Warren pump once, twice... and then her 
ass began to fill with sperm. 

As if the young wife's orgasm had triggered its lewd response through the 
electric tip of her tongue, Rita too, began to tip delightfully over the 
brink. She sucked like a demon as she felt the first bolt of her climax 
rifle through her abdomen. She was determined that all of them would make it 
together, if she had to suck Lloyd's balls right out of his prickly scrotum 
to do it! 

"Oh, sweet fucking Jesus!" the young husband bellowed suddenly as the 
redhead's knowing fingers began to milk the seed from his nuts. "I'm 
cummmminnnggg tooooo!" 

Spurt after endless spurt of both men's rich thick cum pumped into the 
chosen orifices of the girls they fucked and were sucked by. Rita gagged and 
coughed spasmodically as she swallowed to regain her breath, but kept 
sucking wildly as the young husband continued to empty into her mouth. And 
then, little by little, the now-satiated penis began to slip noisily from 
her mouth and, as she herself disengorged her cunt from the still-probing 
lingual digit of the young brunette to fall back exhausted on the mattress, 
she could see Hugh Warren thrust and hold, his eyes rolled obscenely back in 
his piggish skull, as he drained himself of his final half-cup of jizz. 

A stillness crept over the room then, punctuated only by heavy breathing, as 
the four naked people lay panting in their efforts to catch their collective 
breath. Terri had somehow managed to escape from under Warren's massive form 
when the fat man had finally collapsed himself, and she was now laying on 
her side, her head propped up on one elbow as she looked happily at her 
treacherous young husband and piped a lighthearted, "Thanks, darling... I 
really needed that!" 

Inexplicably, Lloyd just glared at her coolly, then got up from the bed and 
went into the adjoining room to reclaim his hastily shed clothing. Even he 
didn't know for sure what he was planning to do, but he knew if he didn't 
get out of that madhouse soon, he'd go nuts. 

Terri blinked curiously as she watched her husband leave, only to return a 
few minutes later, fully dressed. "Go get your clothes on, Terri," he 
snapped abruptly, "we're getting the hell out of here!" 

Terri looked at his tight featured face and protested, "But, darling, it's 
early... We can't go now; Mr. Warren hasn't even spanked me yet!" 

"Goddam it, let's go!" 

"I don't want to go home, Lloyd... You can come back and get me later, 
and_"" 

"Fat fucking chance, bitch... And I wasn't talking about home anyway; I was 
talking about putting you on the first bus headed for Pennsylvania!" 

An icy silence permeated the room then, as the young wife's eyes brimmed 
again with tears... tears that oddly never fell... tears that suddenly 
turned to peals of ironic laughter as she watched her red-faced husband spin 
around on his heels to leave. 

"Don't worry about that punk," Warren assured her as the door slammed 
furiously behind him. "If Floyd tries anything cute, I'll have his balls cut 
off and stuffed for ya!" 

"And besides," Rita added, "his cock wasn't all that big, anyway." 

Terri smiled warmly. "What time are your guests arriving, Mr. Warren?" she 
queried. "This is one party I think I'm going to enjoy!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Lloyd Duncan couldn't have found a better place to forget the past than a 
lumber-mill in Grants Pass, Oregon. It was a far cry from the relatively 
posh existence he'd been leading as a dealer back in Reno, but the hard 
work, yes even the blisters on his hands, were like a healthy balm to him... 
a healthy purge for all the demons that had assailed him. 

He didn't really regret leaving Terri; not after the kind of whore she'd 
turned out to be. But, there were still times, when work was finished and he 
lay dozing on his bunk listening to the "jacks" and "toppers" swap tales 
taller than the Douglas firs they cut, that he could hear her biting 
laughter as if she were in the same room with him. After three months, it 
was just as clear as it had been that fateful day when he'd learned just 
what a selfish slut she really was. 

It was a good thing, really, since he had himself a new girl now. Her name 
was Wanda, and she worked at a little diner on the south edge of town. No, 
she wasn't as pretty as Terri... but then, she wasn't a whore, either. 

If there was one thing Lloyd Duncan couldn't stand, it was a whore. 

* * * 

Terri braked the rented car to a ragged halt in front of the crudely 
lettered sign that read: JACKRABBIT RANCH V2-MILE. It was right where Rita 
had told her it would be, and a smile... small but self-assured, etched its 
way across her pretty face as she dropped the vehicle back into gear and 
turned off on the dirt road indicated by the accompanying proverbial arrow. 

The road was bumpy, but well-worn, and the young brunette divorcee had only 
gone a little ways when she caught her first glimpse of the house that was 
to become her "home" for a long time to come... Or, cum, as the case might 
be. There were already several cars and pick-up trucks parked out front, 
even though it was still early in the morning, but the young brunette was 
lucky enough to find an empty slot right in front of the front door. "Well 
girl," she sighed aloud as she opened the door to go inside, "here goes 
nothin'!" 

The skinny man with the toothpick looked the young girl up and down with 
critical approval and announced, "Well, we got ten broads workin' here 
now... But I guess we got enough business to handle one more... At least 
with tits like those." Terri breathed a small sigh of relief as he 
continued, "I reckon I can show you on back to the boss now... You sure 
you're of age?... Prostitution's legal in Nevada, but you gotta be of age!" 

"I'm of age," Terri grinned broadly. 

The man with the toothpick shook his head incredulously. "Well, it's up to 
you, I reckon," he thought aloud. "But it beats the hell outta me why a 
classy dame like you would want to be a whore." 

"I like to fuck," Terri explained. Then, glancing obviously toward the 
rising lump in the caretaker's filthy overalls, "And suck, too...!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Bill Jameson sat in the Circus Room of Hugh Warren's Big Top casino drinking 
double bourbons. He gulped them down almost as fast as they came, each 
sending a shudder up his backbone... or what was left of it. He had a pretty 
good idea what it was Hugh Warren was going to say to him; "Big Joe" Meyer 
had been fairly lucid on that point when he said he'd talk to the boss about 
Bill's taking his place as pit boss when he moved up to the new place in 
Tahoe. Still, he only wished he had enough balls to just get up and walk out 
right then and there... job or no job. But, no, fucking punk that he was, he 
would sit right where he was until Big Joe came to tell him it was time to 
see the boss. This promotion, and the salary that went with it, meant a lot 
to him... Donna would just have to understand. 

But, Jesus, just the thought of that fat-assed son-of-a-bitch, Hugh Warren, 
putting his filthy fucking hands on his wife of six years was enough to make 
the twenty-nine-year-old husband go white. Sweet fucking Donna, just turned 
twenty-five last August, the mother of his twin daughters, for Christ's 
sake. Jesus, he might even make her suck his cock... or flick her in the 
ass! 

Things seemed to slant slightly askew as Bill stared at the world thought 
the bottom of his third glass of bourbon. And then, he felt Big Joe's 
familiar heavy hand on his shoulder. "It's time, Bill," the big man laughed. 
"The Boss is ready to see you now!" 

* * * 

"Y-You mean you want me to let you go to bed with my wife, Donna? the young 
husband stammered as if he d heard it for the first time. 

"That's the price of your promotion, Phil ol' buddy_"" 

"Bill." 

"That's the price, Bill... There's a lot of guys with more seniority than 
you got around here that should get that job, y'know... Don't you young 
punks know better'n to look a gift horse in the mouth?" 

Bill felt slightly nauseous, a mixture of the rapidly imbibed bourbon in the 
bar, and the disgusting sight of his obese employer sitting there with his 
feet propped up on his desk, an enormous half-chewed black cigar planted in 
his liverish sixty-year-old lips. "But how...?" he managed. 

Hugh Warren flicked an imaginary ash off the lapel of his tailored white 
suit as if that were the most important consideration of the moment. Then, 
staring blankly at the ceiling, "Phil, baby, you just get her out to my 
place for the weekend, and I'll take care of the rest of it." 

"Jesus Christ, Mr. Warren... What am I supposed to say to her?" 

"Tell her my maid's sick or something, and I told you to ask her to help out 
'cause I got some important people coming... That's the way we worked it out 
with Terri Duncan and it worked like a charm... Best assfucking in the State 
of Nevada, even if I did break her in." 

Like a speeded-up movie, all kinds of lewdly obscene pictures started 
running through the young husband's brain as he thought of Hugh Warren 
running his pudgy thick-fingered hands all over Donna's naked body, touching 
her softly rounded ass-cheeks and flaring hips, putting his hot penis 
between her soft white breasts... 

"Of course the whole thing'll depends on what she looks like," Warren 
interjected. "I only got Joe Meyer's word to go on, so you better fix it up 
to take her out to dinner at the Tres Caballeros tomorrow night so's I can 
get a look at her." 

Bill swallowed dryly. "Y-You're sure Donna won't get hurt? I mean, if I say 
okay?" his voice was quavering as if were about to break. 

"Naw, I ain't no goddam pervert," the lewd fat man cackled gamely, a 
diamond-studded pinky absent-mindedly finding its way up one nostril. "I've 
had a lot of practice breaking in these young bitches... She'll be suckin' 
and fuckin' to beat the band when I get through with her!" 

Bill swallowed dryly. "Alright," he half-whispered, "y-you're on." 

"Good boy, Phil!" Warren brightened as he got to his feet and extended his 
beefy paw across the massive desk. "Now, don't forget, tomorrow at eight, 
Tres Caballeros...!" 

As Bill unsteadily found his feet and accepted his employer's hand, he 
couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the fat man's slacks, and the 
spreading stain of semen where the head of his erection should be. Jesus, he 
thought, nobody could have a cock that size! 

* * * 

"What's the matter, Donna?" Bill queried innocently. "You look like somebody 
just took a shot at you." 

"That man!" she stammered brokenly. "The fat one, over there by the 
bandstand... He's staring at me!" 

Bill turned and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. He knew perfectly 
well who Donna was talking about, but he had to play out his hand as 
carefully as possible. Getting his pretty blonde wife to go along with the 
plan was going to be tough enough as it was. "That's Hugh Warren," he 
shrugged with pretended indifference, "my boss... He's probably just looking 
over here because he recognizes me." 

"Who's the redhead he's with?" 

"Her?... Uh, that's Rita something-or-other... His secretary." 

"I'll bet!" 

Bill took another calming sip of his drink. "Don't pay any attention to 
them, Donna... Enjoy your enchiladas." 

"Bill Jameson!" she stammered. "He's looking at me like I was sitting here 
with my breasts hanging out, and you tell me, "Enjoy your enchiladas, 
Donna'!" 

"Alright, goddam it! I'll go have a word with him, okay?" He cursed himself 
again and again for falling prey to his own weakness as he edged his way 
across the tightly packed ring of tables that surrounded the dance floor. 

"Hi, Phil," Warren said without smiling as Bill reached the table. "Enjoying 
your dinner?" He didn't offer to shake hands, to Bill's relief, and instead 
sat back in his chair, almost glaring up in his face. "You know Rita, I 
suppose?" he asked shrewdly, noticing Bill's sidelong glance in her 
direction. 

"Yeah, I've seen her around the club," the young dealer replied, slightly 
embarrassed by the cool, calculating gaze Warren's secretary was giving him, 
a suggestive little smile beginning to play at the corners of her full 
sensuous mouth. 

"That the little woman?" the fat man asked, giving his head a little toss in 
Donna's direction. 

"She's a real cutie. Why don't you ask her to join us?" 

"Uh, thanks anyway, Mr. Warren, but... Uh, she had a headache, and_"" 
Warren saw easily through the young employee's stammered lie. "What the fuck 
is she, some kind of goddamn prima donna!" he snarled. 

"Uh, no... Donna ain't been around much, Mr. Warren... I mean...." he let 
his voice train off for lack of anything suitably convincing to complete the 
sentence. _" The fat man glared at him icily for a long moment. "Is that 
all her on top?" he said at last. "Then) tits ain't the kind you blow up are 
they?" 

Bill's face flushed as red as the taco sauce that had dribbled down the fat 
man's tie. "Uh, yeah... that's all Donna," he forced a smile. 

"Go tell her I wanna dance with her before you go!" 

Bill started to protest, but realized the uselessness of his reaction when 
Warren focused pointedly at the wife across the room. 

As Donna watched her husband inch his way back to their table, she could 
tell that something was troubling him. "Now, who's getting shot at?" she 
laughed nervously. 

Bill quickly drained his drink and ordered another before he got around to 
answering, "They, uh, wanted us to join them." 

"Oh, Jesus!... What did you say?" 

"I said you had a headache." 

"Whew!" 

Bill fumbled nervously for a cigarette. "Uh, Mr. Warren wants to have a 
dance with you before we head for home," he half-whispered around the 
initial puff. 

"Horseshit!" 

"Hey look, Donna, I don't like it any better than_"" 

"I won't do it, Bill! He's... He's repulsive! 

Bill studied his pretty blonde wife's petite features for a brief second 
before shrugging, "Well, clean your plate then, babe... We'd better get home 
and tell Alice and Kendra that daddy's looking for another job." 

Donna felt her cheeks coloring hotly. "He wouldn't!" she stammered. "I mean, 
just because I didn't want to dance with him...?" 

"Wouldn't he?" Bill said over the rim of his freshened glass. 

"N-Not, if you told him I was sick," she blustered. 

"Oh? And what do I do when he says, 'Sorry Bill... Uh, we got more blackjack 
dealers than we can use right now'?" 

Donna quickly downed the rest of her drink. "Alright, I'll do it then," she 
sighed resignedly. "But just one dance, okay?" 

"One dance, Donna," the treacherous young husband echoed. 

Out on the dance floor, Donna soon discovered her strength was no match for 
that of her husband's obnoxious employer. Hugh Warren held her so tightly 
against him that she couldn't breathe, her generous white breasts squashed 
nearly flat against his flabby chest, while below, to her utter horror, his 
rapidly stiffening cock pressed firmly into the yielding softness of her 
stomach through the thin material of the tiny dress Bill had forced her to 
wear for the occasion. God, she couldn't even protest for fear of her 
husband's promotion! 

"You're a real smooth dancer, Donna," the lewd boss stated flatly. "If 
you're half this good in the sack, ol' Phil's really got himself a hot 
piece!" 

"Mr. Warren, please...!" she gasped despite her better intentions. 

"Please?" the fat man laughed. "Hey, a good-lookin' piece like you shouldn't 
have to say please to nobody!" 

Donna bit her lower lips to keep from scratching out the lewd man's eyes... 
even as he pulled her belly still more insistently against his erect penis. 

"O' Phil tell you the terms of our little deal?" he queried hotly into her 
burning ears. 

"W-What deal!" 

"The deal where I pay him three grand a month when he gets his promotion... 
If, you let me fuck you once in awhile." 

"T-Three thousand!" she repeated, rolling the magic figure off her tongue 
like a piece of candy. 

"Throw in the kids, and I'll make it four." 

"No!" 

"No?... You don't like the terms, baby?" he pressed his cock hotly into her 
belly again. 

"I mean about the kids," she blurted. "You can fuck me, but not the kids." 
She knew she must be blushing a beet red, but she ground her pelvis back 
responsively now against the strange hot cock that had suddenly appeared 
somehow exciting. Three thousand a month was a lot of money... ! 

"That's okay, baby... you can always change your mind later if you want the 
extra thou." He reached up quietly between them then and squeezed her pliant 
breasts with his pudgy fingers. "You got big tits, too," he laughed. "I like 
big tits." 

Donna was never so relieved in her life as when the music finally stopped 
and the fat man ushered her reluctantly back to her husband at the table. 

"What's the matter, honey," Bill questioned needlessly as soon as Warren had 
wandered back to his own table. "You're as white as a sheet!" 

"I... I don't feel too well, Bill," she gasped. "Could we go home now?" 

"You want another drink, baby?" 

"I want to go home, Bill... Now!" 

Never, not in her whole life, would she ever have been able to imagine 
herself actually getting sick with desire over a fat man's cock. 

As the Jamesons made their hasty exit through the front door, Hugh Warren 
leaned over and whispered hotly in Rita's ear, "She jumped on it even 
quicker than that Duncan bitch!" 

The young couple failed to notice that the red-haired secretary's head was 
suddenly thrown back in outrageous peals of laughter. 


THE END
