GGL-141  Mark's Wandering Wife Vol. 2
[aka 'The Senator's Wife Volume II']
(Stanley Redman)


CHAPTER ONE 

It was noon, a warm Saturday in August; Phillip Gates sat at the desk in the 
den of his suburban split-level home with several law books opened before 
him, while he watched subconsciously through the window the provocative full 
contours of shapely Beth Tierney, their next-door neighbor, who, clad in the 
briefest of white bikinis, was pretending at puttering with her flowerbeds. 
He noted further that the wisps of cloth straining to cover her generous 
endowments were wet, offering an almost diaphanous quality that caused him 
to swallow tightly. She had evidently just climbed out of their pool and it 
occurred to him suddenly that her damned near naked presence right in front 
of his window might not be coincidental. She was aware that he studied there 
on Saturday afternoons; besides, she had mentioned something to that effect 
when she and Jack, her husband, were over last night. 

All the same, she offered no sign of awareness to his being there, but kept 
her head down as if she were taken up with her task, while Phillip watched 
her full rounded buttocks move smoothly beneath the skin-tight, partially 
covering briefs, the rich cleft separating her buttocks obvious to him as 
she squatted teasingly, her back to him, then worked herself around on her 
haunches until he was gaping along her smooth white thighs to the vee of her 
crotch where the material inlaid snugly, suggestively, outlining the soft 
creased mound of her vaginal lips. 

At first, when she appeared, he'd watched her rather idly, subliminally, he 
supposed, his mind too occupied with his studies, plus the Party Convention 
in the Capital come Monday, then, all of a sudden he'd sensed a stirring 
inside his shorts and realized that his neighbor was stimulating his erotic 
appetite. The genital reflex startled him first off; he'd never paid that 
much attention to their sensually attractive neighbor... no more than the 
standard niceties and raillery one expounds upon a friend, and certainly 
he'd seen her hustling around often enough in those skimpy, tantalizing 
outfits she chose to wear, and he'd spent enough time in her company to get 
a charge from her before this, it seemed... Then, a few of her not so casual 
pointed remarks, fetching smiles and enticing body contracts briefly 
filtered through his mind and he traced his tongue over his dry lips... 
Cripes, had he been so engrossed with his work, studies and politics that he 
was oblivious to the more earthy things going on right under his nose? 
Hell... he grinned bitterly to himself, face it, man. That gnawing in your 
belly is nothing more than a holdover from last night's botch with Laurie. 

He swallowed distastefully at that recollection, just as he heard his lovely 
young wife descending the short flight of stairs from where she had been 
packing and preparing for their three-day stay at the coming convention, 
with all of the fuss one might expect necessary for a six-month cruise. She 
appeared in the doorway to his right and smiled beautifully. 

"Like some coffee, darling?" she said, hands on hips, elbows back, causing 
her full, erect breasts to strain against the thin, green material of the 
scanty halter endeavoring to contain them. 

"No, thanks," he replied, his vision leveling on the smooth white flesh of 
her naked midriff and the lush swelling contour of her rounded hips in the 
matching, tight green shorts she wore. 

Damn, he was engulfed by tantalizing female flesh... Look, but don't touch, 
he thought dryly. "I'll settle for a bourbon-soda though." He forced a 
little smile. "If you don't mind... " 

Laurie Gates returned his smile with a warm, green-eyed like-expression of 
her own, meant to disarm him. She knew what he was implying... last night 
still very vivid in her own memory. "Sure... Why should I mind, Honey?" She 
went off leaving him to catch another glance at Beth Tierney who was bent 
forward toward him, her lush white breasts, all but their tips, completely 
exposed to him, and momentarily, he swore that would happen in a burst of 
glory if she leaned over one more fraction of an inch. Then Laurie entered 
carrying an ice-tinkling, partially filled glass and his eyes locked on her 
once more. 

She was wearing her shoulder-length, strawberry-blonde hair in thick braids 
wound cleverly up on top of her head. She looked like a child, her hair that 
way and with no sticky makeup to mar her natural cream-like complexion... 
those wide sea-green eyes, straight little nose and full, perpetually 
pouting lower lip... even younger than her nineteen years, he thought, 
remembering back a year when he'd met her and she was "Home Coming Queen"... 
She set the drink on his desk then crossed the room to the little table 
where he had tossed the daily mail. He watched the rolling sway of her 
generous, spherical buttocks and the long, tapering, ivory columns of her 
perfectly formed legs as she moved gracefully away from him. 

Christ, he thought, I have no right... absolutely no right... ! 

"Sooo... that's what you've been watching instead of studying, eh?" she 
said, a teasing lilt to her voice, and he saw her looking beyond him through 
the window at their neighbor who had bent down to retrieve something, the 
lusty, almost completely naked moons of her full, rounded buttocks staring 
directly at them. She dropped the mail and moved up beside his chair to 
watch. "My God, Beth might as well be naked... she certainly isn't leaving 
much to the imagination," she remarked, gasping at the tall raven-haired 
girl as she continued to bend and squat unconcernedly, puttering with her 
flowers. 

Phillip sensed his face reddening. "Don't be ridiculous," he snapped, 
shuffling about in his chair. "I've got more important things on my mind... 
" 

"Oh Honey, come on," Laurie laughed cutely. "Don't tell me you haven't been 
ogling Beth's charms...?" 

He cut her short. "Look, Beth Tierney could be running around out there 
bare-assed for all the difference it would make to me," he lied, moving 
books and papers around on his desk nervously. "Right now, I can hardly 
study. All I can think of is the Party nomination for governor coming up and 
how to keep Mark Coleman from getting it." 

Laurie placed the full, firm cheeks of her round buttocks on the edge of his 
desk and studied him. "What does Uncle Julian say?" she asked softly. 

"He hasn't committed himself," Phillip answered, tasting his drink. "But I 
can't imagine him endorsing Coleman... knowing that he's completely 
dominated by that scheming wife of his... " 

"You don't think that Mark Coleman would make a good Governor?" she 
questioned, watching his disturbed, almost ruthless dark-eyes. "Byron Acker 
would make a better one." 

"He's the City Councilman, isn't he?" 

"Yes, and an honest, sincere man... " 

"I've seen Mrs. Coleman several times," Laurie said. "She's very beautiful. 
Have you ever seen her, Darling?" 

Phillip felt the blood rushing to his face again. He avoided her eyes and 
grunted something unintelligible as he began to fidget with his books once 
more. "I have to get back to studying if I'm ever going to be ready for my 
Bar Exams," he said, flipping pages, as though he were concentrating. 

Laurie moved from his desk to stand beside him. She draped her arm around 
his neck, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You're trying to do too much, 
Darling," she said softly. "Going to school nights... working in the 
District Attorney's office through the day, plus getting yourself all 
wrapped up in Uncle Julian's politics... " 

"Your Uncle Julian is the most powerful man in this state, Laurie. Whoever 
Judge Reed chooses to endorse as his candidate will win the nomination of 
the party and will undoubtedly be the next Governor. The Reed Machine is 
that strong... and I intend to have it behind me one-day. In order to do 
that I've got to work and show your Uncle Julian I deserve it." 

"Is it worth it, Phillip?" she questioned seriously. "Are you sure that's 
what you really want... a political career?" 

"Of course, I'm sure," he snapped, his eyes l raking her face critically. 
"What makes you say such a thing? Why in hell do you think I'm breaking my 
back night and day_...?" 

"That's exactly what I mean, Darling. We... we hardly see anything of one 
another now, and we've only been married six-months. What's it going to be 
like when you're completely into politics? I mean... don't you intend to 
practice law at all...?" 

Phillip's lean face seemed to narrow even more. She'd irked him, 
unintentionally, but she had. Now, she was sorry that she had said anything 
at all. 

"Your concerning yourself with matters that are my personal business, 
Laurie," he snapped. "I'll make the living in this house, and decide how 
it's to be made." He paused, staring at her sharply. "I think you'd do 
better if you applied yourself to more wifely duties... such as learning how 
to make love to your husband, eh?" 

Now, it was Laurie's turn to blush. His words had sliced into her like a 
keen knife blade and he knew it. Immediately, he was sorry; it had been an 
unnecessary, short-tempered remark... he was so damnably on edge. She 
started to leave, her head down to hide the tears and he caught her by the 
hand. 

"Please... ," she said, trying to tug herself free. 

"No... I'm sorry, Laurie... I didn't mean that," he stammered. "I... I just 
don't know what I'm saying these days, I guess... Please, I... I don't want 
us to quarrel." 

Laurie studied her handsome, twenty-six year old husband's troubled face for 
a long moment through tear-dimmed eyes. Finally, she said: "That's what I 
was trying to tell you... You've taken too much on your shoulders... as if 
your studies aren't enough right now, you've involved yourself in this 
political thing... " 

Phillip started to speak, thought better of it and just listened. There was 
no way he could explain his reasoning, or the vindictiveness that kept his 
whole inner-being in a constant turmoil ..". and would continue to do so 
until he'd satisfied his vengeance upon Dianne Coleman and her drunken, 
puppet senator husband. Nothing else mattered to him... absolutely nothing, 
nor would it ever until he'd finished with his vendetta... But these were 
his own hidden secrets; there was no way he could explain to the lovely 
young girl before him without actually destroying himself in her eyes... and 
he didn't want that, at least, at this point, either. Instead, he pretended 
to listen, nodding his head. 

"... And I was hoping we'd have such a nice time at the convention," she was 
saying... She sighed. "What I really hoped, I guess, was that you and I... 
well, being together for three whole days and nights... it would be almost 
like a little honeymoon, and maybe we'd find each other... " 

Phillip smiled. "Of course, Baby, I understand... but you've got to remember 
that this is a political convention. I'm going to be plenty busy, you 
know... probably won't have as much time for you as we'd like." 

"But we will have our nights, Phillip," she hastened to add, then 
questioningly: "Won't we?" 

He drew her to him and sat her down on his lap; she placed her lips on his 
and kissed him warmly. Finally, he said: "We'll arrange it so that we have 
our nights together, Honey... " He kissed her again, brushing her lips with 
his tongue, the touch of her soft, voluptuous body... the feel and weight of 
her buttocks and thigh pressed tightly onto his hardening penis re-kindling 
the desire his neighbors scantily clad body had awakened moments earlier. 

She sighed once more, relaxing in his arms and trailing her finger-tips 
caressingly along his temples. He felt like some kind of hypocrite. 

He'd had no right marrying her in the first place when he didn't love her. 
It was the cruelest thing he had ever done in his life... but she'd been his 
key into Rio Lado's social circle... the country club-set... into the very 
political world that Dianne and Senator Mark Coleman were involved in, and 
nothing, or no one, mattered except the revenge he sought, the complete 
destruction of his betraying childhood sweetheart, beautiful Dianne Coleman. 
God, he doubted that he would ever stop loving her... or hating her: he 
lived only, it seemed, for the sweet taste of revenge on that day soon when 
it would come to pass. 

Of course, Laurie was completely innocent, unaware of this thwarted love he 
carried sealed away in a vengeful heart. It was probably the last thing he 
would've revealed of himself. Only Dianne and he knew what she had done to 
him by eloping with her employer, Mark Coleman, then an attorney and one of 
the city's leading and wealthiest bachelors. She had come to Rio Lado from 
her home in New Hampshire to become his own wife, Phillip remembered. They 
hadn't wanted to wait any longer and he still had two-years of law school to 
complete, but then he'd been taken ill and while recuperating from a lung 
operation... it had all happened. 

Some year and a half ago, yet it seemed almost a lifetime... At first, he'd 
wanted to die; he'd been that heartbroken, but gradually those morose 
feelings had given way to sheer bitterness and rage, until there was nothing 
left but ruthless hate and avengement within him, constantly churning and 
saturating his brain, even as they were at that very moment. , Yet, 
simultaneously, these ruttish sensations were agitating his loins and for 
one brief interval he actually forgot all else but the stimulating presence 
of this enticing creature in his arms. He continued to kiss her as he held 
her tight to him, pressing his tongue between her soft wet lips, tasting the 
sweetness of her mouth... still feeling very much like a Judas as his shaft 
lurched beneath her. 

"Darling... ," she whispered, drawing back her head to better see him. "Are 
you angry with me?" 

"Angry...? What for?" he pretended, knowing well what she was getting at. 

"Last night... the way I acted... spoiling it all for you... for both of 
us... " 

"Don't be silly," he said, smiling, then bringing her mouth to his once 
again, his tongue immediately seeking entry and feeling a slight tremor 
ripple over her lithe young body against him. He heard her sharp intake of 
breath as he slipped his hand inside the halter to cup one full, resilient 
breast, tenderly rolling its swelling, tiny pink nipple into a distended 
hardness before she could squirm free of him. 

"Darling... not in front of the window," she said, her smile confused, 
almost embarrassed. "Beth might see us... " 

"To hell with Beth!" Phillip snapped, but it was enough to break the shallow 
mood for him, and he withdrew his hand from her breasts with an obvious air 
of disgust, pressing her to her feet while he tried to manipulate his 
jerking organ into a more comfortable and less obvious position inside his 
shorts. 

She smiled openly, staring at the front of his trousers. "Did I do that, 
Darling?" 

"Forget it," he replied sharply. "Like I do most of the time. It'll go 
away... it always does." He swung back to his books, watching her smile fade 
out of the corner of his eye, then, with lowered head she walked from the 
room and he heard her climbing the stairs. 

Goddamnit, he'd said it and he wasn't sorry. He'd had enough of her damned 
prudish morals in the last six months to last him a lifetime. Not once since 
they'd been married could he remember her even coming close to letting 
herself go and trying to enjoy sex with him. Christ knows, it was difficult 
enough for him to even pretend, but her constant: "Oh Phillip, don't do 
that... " or, "Do you have to be such an animal about it? Oh, Darling, 
please... those perversions make me feel so dirty... " 

Damnit, it'd been more enjoyable with her in the back seat of his car before 
they were married... at least, he'd had a goal to shoot for then... but it 
was a good thing she hadn't let him go-all the way, he mused bitterly, as 
his prick gave an aching jerk, or else they probably wouldn't be married 
right now... 

Well, that wasn't true either, he thought, again feeling like a Pharasee. He 
hadn't married her for love, had he... just gain. Besides, she really wasn't 
to blame for the hang-ups her missionary parents had steeped her in... 
twisted little quirks that could be overcome with patience and time... and a 
loving husband. She was nineteen, still a child... and she loved him. God, 
how he'd used her! 

He couldn't study; his mind was confused. Dianne crept into his thoughts, 
but he forced her out quickly. Instead, he tried to concentrate on his own 
ambitions; they were the only solace he could ever seem to find... the only 
self-satisfying reasons behind the ruthless things he had done to further 
his own ends. God knows, they were all that had kept him going after 
Dianne... 

It'd been shortly following his meeting Laurie that the student revolt and 
demonstrations had started at the University, and he'd thrown himself into 
it, feeling their causes and demands to be just, suddenly finding himself 
the unappointed leader. Laurie had been frightened because of her uncle, 
Judge Julian Reed, afraid that he would refuse to let her have anything to 
do with a radical, but as it turned out, his own bringing of all parties 
concerned to the table and settling the thing to the satisfaction of both 
students and authorities, had gained him considerable publicity, until the 
obese Judge and kingmaker began to look upon him as a possible political 
figure of the future. 

He'd never considered the field of politics prior to that episode, but once 
the Judge had instilled the thought in his mind, the idea of killing two 
birds with one stone had quickly registered. He immediately saw himself on 
the same level with Dianne, and moving in the same circles socially. How 
better to get at her, to destroy her than from within the very world she 
lived, while at the same time, furthering his own career! And to secure it 
all... assure himself that the Judge could have no change of heart, he'd 
marry his precious niece, tie it all up in one little knot... and he had, 
even to accepting Uncle Julian's "string-pulling" in obtaining him a 
position in the District Attorney's office, and the down-payment on this 
thirty-thousand dollar home in exclusive Carlton-Dell. 

Why not, he thought acrimoniously to himself. Why not take all he could get? 
Wasn't that the way it was done by the unscrupulous... the people who 
amounted to a damn in this world? Well... he wasn't sorry for a single thing 
he'd done, or intended to do, and whoever got hurt in the course of events 
had his sympathy... that was all, just his sympathy! 

He picked up his glass and drank from it while sounds of Laurie moving about 
him came to his ears. Once again, he began to watch the enticing figure of 
Beth Tierney engage in some intriguing bends, wiggles and thrusts. Damn... 
she did have one tight looking ass all right... and he'd gamble that she 
knew how to use it. Jack Tierney was the type of fellow who'd demand that 
from a woman... big, muscular, athletic Jack... a pretty fair architect too. 

Phillip tilted the glass to his lips while he contemplated some of Beth's 
more recent actions that had caused the sudden stimulation to his libido, 
after knowing her all these months. Like last night when they were all 
assembled in his living-room and he'd just come in from a political con-flab 
with the Judge. He'd been damn near exhausted with school five nights a 
week, after working all day, and politics on top of that, not excited a bit 
at seeing them there, but after a few drinks he'd picked up, even to the 
point of taking part in the dancing. It'd been one of those slow, romantic 
numbers and Jack, Beth's husband, had chosen Laurie for a partner, so he'd 
done the gentlemanly thing and extended a hand to Beth ., . Damnit, the more 
thought he gave to it, there was no question but what she had really ground 
her cunt right into him... and all of the time whispering little goodies 
like: "Gosh, it's too damned bad you're not around more, Phillip Gates... " 
and, "I'll wager we'd have some dandy times... just you and I, Doll... given 
half an opportunity... " 

Where the hell had he been, anyway? Allowing such obvious "come ons" to soar 
right over the top of his skull. Hell, this sexy-piece of pulchritude was 
trying to make him! Maybe he didn't want any, but was that any excuse for 
being so stupid as to not be aware when the dessert was being offered? 

He shook his head, finished his drink and smiled to himself at his own 
asininity. No wonder he had gone after Laurie like a rutting bull moose last 
night! 

Laurie moved about their bedroom trying desperately not to break into 
outright tears. His words had slashed deeply into her. God, he could be 
cruel... and she'd tried so hard to understand, knowing the strain he was 
under with the workload he was trying to shoulder. If there was only some 
way she could help; she felt utterly useless to him, even in... no, 
especially in, bed. Oh, God, she didn't want to think anymore about that. 

She stared at the two valises she had started packing yesterday morning and 
left open to add odds and ends as she thought of them. She had so wanted to 
make these three-days they would have together their most memorable ones to 
date... at least, sexually memorable. Dear God, she loved him so much... and 
it was as if she had actually watched him change from the sweet, attentive 
boy-man she'd fallen in love with, to an almost ruthlessly ambitious, and 
feelingless robot. 

Sometimes, she felt as if she were but a prop in the whole scene... a tool 
meant to be used by both her Uncle and her husband. Perhaps it wasn't fair 
to think such a thing, but she did, nevertheless. She couldn't help it. 

Since that tragic day when word had come from the Nigerian government 
explaining that her missionary parents had lost their lives, and she had 
come to live with her Uncle Julian where she could finish her education at 
the University of Rio Lado, she had been plagued with a feeling of 
uselessness... of being an unwanted burden to her retired and widowed, 
mother's brother. She had never before seen the man, having been born and 
raised in the East, then traveling from one country to another with her 
parents, wherever their calling would take them. And now, as she recalled 
that first meeting with the powerful Judge, she remembered how shocked she'd 
been at the initial sight of him. 

His obesity had startled her speechless, and the fact that he was forced to 
employ a wheelchair for mobility even though he was not at all impaired of 
limb, seemed almost unfeasible to her. She remembered that he had grinned at 
her with a little, baby-like mouth in the center of his massively bloated 
face. Near nausea had gripped at her stomach, but somehow she'd fought it 
and managed to smile back at him, while he stared at her through tiny, wet, 
and unquestionable lecherous blue-eyes set deep in the puffs of fat on 
either side of a button-nose, gaping and raking her supple young body 
lasciviously, his small pointed tongue popping out to lick at red, wormish 
lips. 

From that day forward to the last day she had lived under his roof, he had 
continuously tried to put his hands on her, but always in the guise of 
parent-like affection, fondling when he could, or brushing his hands 
unconsciously against her breasts or buttocks, until she learned to 
carefully stay beyond his reach. Yet, she had never hated, him... just grown 
to pity him, and when he'd finally agreed to let her marry Phillip... gave 
them an expensive church ceremony and the down-payment on this house as a 
wedding present, she had even come to love him a little. 

He had been good to them, letting her leave school to become Phillip's wife, 
getting her new husband a place in the D. A.'s office, plus all the other 
little things she didn't think of right at that moment, but she couldn't 
help believe he had ulterior motives of his own. Maybe, once more, she was 
being unfair, but she'd come to know Julian Reed both as a guardian and as 
the powerful kingmaker... and she couldn't imagine him doing anything that 
wouldn't evolve into some personal gain for himself. Lately, she was 
convinced she'd discovered the answer to that in Phillip's political 
future... Uncle Julian intended to one day manipulate him into the Capital, 
and own his soul in the bargain. 

Several times she had wanted to discuss it with Phillip, but her attempts 
were invariably futile and clumsy; she just didn't know how to reach this 
man she loved so deeply. He would sit and stare at her, until she actually 
felt like an imbecile... until she had to get away from his presence and cry 
the thing out of her. She felt so damned alone... 

God, she didn't know what she would do if it weren't for Beth and Jack right 
next door... probably lose her mind with loneliness. Yet, there were those 
evenings, sitting in their living-room and watching TV with them, waiting 
for Phillip to come home and seeing them cuddling and teasing; it 
practically turned her inside out, she would want her Phillip so badly. 
Then, there were all the little things Beth and Jack said, small hints they 
dropped about "barrels of fun" they could all enjoy together if Phil was 
ever home. 

"I think that husband of yours is making a political widow of you, Baby. He 
must be some kind of stupe, letting a luscious creature like you galavant 
around alone at night," Jack had said, grinning and shaking his head. 

"But he can't help it; he's going to school," she had replied, her 
aggravation obvious. "He'd be home if he could... " 

"If it were me, I'd quit," said Jack. "No cluck in his near-right mind is 
going to let such a delectable dish waste away waiting for her man to come 
home and take care of her." 

"You just tend to your own knitting, Lover," Beth had chimed in, snuggling 
closer to him on the davenport where they sat. "You've got all the stitching 
you can handle right here." 

Jack shrugged good naturedly. "Just trying to be helpful, Little-One. Look, 
Laurie-baby, you get too lonesome for lovin', come on over and squeeze in 
bed with us, eh Honey? We'll fit her in, won't we?" 

"Sure... why not?" Beth had said, laughing suggestively and causing Laurie 
to blush, but she'd managed to laugh, too, knowing it was all a joke and in 
fun. 

Now, Laurie seated herself slowly on the edge of their bed where she had 
placed the valises and began to rearrange his shirts for the dozenth time, 
handling them lovingly, while a melange of thoughts continued to occupy her 
brain. Tiny tears of emotional affection at the mere touch of his 
possessions momentarily dimmed her eyes. She loved him so much... so very, 
very much. And she'd tried so desperately to reach him, to make him 
understand and know her love, but there seemed no way to span the almost 
heartless distance he kept between them... Sometimes, it were as if his mind 
were a million miles away, as if he were harboring some tremendous 
inner-burden that he didn't want her to know existed. 

She had so looked forward to these three days and nights coming up together 
in the Capital. She'd pretty near convinced herself that this break in their 
routine could be the secret catalyst necessary in making a complete woman of 
her... a sexually fulfilled woman... helping her let herself go the way he 
wanted her to... 

After last night, she was ready to place her hope in anything. He'd come at 
her like... like an animal, his wild lust-hardened thing throbbing and 
brutal... She shuddered at the memory of it and the cruel manner in which 
he'd thrown himself on top of her, half drunk, his face a mask of lust as he 
plunged his blunt, thick shaft of flesh into her unprepared vagina without 
the slightest hint of mercy, or fear of damaging her inwardly. He'd ignored 
her agonized pleas entirely, his eyes glazed in his drunken desire, shoving 
her legs back until her knees ground into her full, soft breasts, his long, 
wicked penis battering into the very depths of her sensitive womb. She was 
still sore... but even so, she couldn't help remembering the sudden 
sensations of spontaneous elation he had briefly aroused within her belly 
and loins before he'd unceremoniously emptied his boiling sperm into her, 
then rolled away from her in apparent disgust. She'd reached out to him at 
that moment, the electrifying spasms alive and titillating inside her, but 
he'd shrugged her off angrily and fell into an almost immediate exhausted 
stupor. As usual, she'd cried herself to sleep. 

This morning, neither had mentioned the fiasco and she found herself 
wondering if he even remembered. There'd been so many similar bedroom 
disasters in their short marriage, but she couldn't help it; she just could 
not bring herself to wanton sex the way he expected. God, why couldn't he 
understand that... have patience with her and be gentle? Instead of trying 
to force her into those debasing, perverted acts that went against the very 
grain of her soul; she was certain now that with a little tenderness, just a 
measure of tolerance on his part, that she, too, could... She blushed at the 
very thought. 

A slight tingling stirred within her young, soft, sensual body as he 
realized how close she had come last night. If he hadn't been drinking and 
so tired... if Beth and Jack hadn't stayed so long... if, if, if! 

Suddenly, sounds of Phillip in the den below brought her back to the moment, 
at hand. She stood and went to her vanity for a tissue to dab at her eyes. 
It certainly would do her no damned good to brood over what was already 
done; it was what lay ahead that counted. Those three days could only be as 
good for them as she made them... and after all, she did have the equipment 
for it, she thought quite practically, studying her lush, curvaceous 
reflection in the mirror... if only she could let herself go and learn how 
to use it. She straightened, lifting her chin high, touching at her hair and 
making sure her eyes were dry. before going down to the den where he still 
sat at his desk, probably watching Beth in her next-to nothing bikini, 
although he turned as she entered and smiled up at her. 

"Let's get into our swim-suits and enjoy our neighbor's pool," he said, 
holding out one arm for her to come inside. "I've had enough of books for 
one day. I'm ready for some play-time. You game?" 

"I'd love it," Laurie said, as he slipped his arm around her upper thighs 
causing little prurient tingles of ripple over her. She bent down for him to 
kiss her. 

He did. 

"I - I love you so very, very much, Phillip darling," she whispered. 

"I know, Honey... I love you too." 

CHAPTER TWO 

"Fix me a drink first, Mark darling," Dianne Coleman ordered her nude 
Senator-husband in a dry, almost mordant tone of voice. 

She lay naked, sprawled lewdly on the large bed of her palatial, private 
suite in the Coleman Mansion, her long, silken honey-blonde hair fanned out 
on the pillow beneath her, the majestic loveliness of her enticingly 
contoured, smooth, white body whipping his breath away as he stood beside 
the bed staring with lust-filled eyes down at her, his swollen prick 
standing out from his hairy, muscular loins with an upward, arched 
rigidness. 

She watched him swallow tightly, his throat muscles performing an obvious 
dry constriction, as reluctantly he took a step backward, then turned and 
went to her little corner bar. She smiled contemptuously after him, his 
obliged act of subservience causing a thrill of perverse delight to ripple 
through her. 

"What would you like?" he asked her, trying very hard to keep his voice at a 
pleasant level. He must be careful not to anger her, or like that, it would 
be all over for him. She would simply tell him to get out... fly into one of 
her rages... and God, he had to have her this time... he had to! How long 
had it been? Two-weeks, three . . '. ? He couldn't remember... only that 
she'd sent for him a half-dozen times over that period, then, either changed 
her mind or forced him to leave because he'd offended her one way of 
another. And he couldn't stand it any longer; today he had to have her! 

"Why don't you use your own imagination for a change," she said sharply. 
"Surprise me." 

"How about a Rob-Roy?" he said, smiling over at her, his cock lurching 
painfully as he drank in her enchanting naked beauty, her lewdly 
stretched-out body reminding him of a sculptured work of erotic genius in 
the soft daylight brightening the room. 

"Don't be ridiculous," she snapped edgily. "I might have guessed that would 
be your version of a surprise." 

"How about a gibson...?" 

"God, no. It's too damned early for that." She sighed and shifted irritably 
on the bed. "Oh... you're such a dolt, Senator. Just bring me a 
scotch-rocks... if you think you can handle it." He wanted to retort, but 
thought better of it. Instead, he proceeded to pour and simultaneously 
forced a smile. 

Dianne watched him. She reveled in taunting him. He was her slave, now and 
for the rest of his life, a completely obsequious individual useful to her 
in three respects: his money, his position, and his cock... when she chose 
to use it. One day, through her manipulation, he would make her the state's 
first lady, and that time was not too far off. After that... ? Who knows 
what wonders could be accomplished in the sometimes evil and fantastic realm 
of politics? One step at a time... Right now, it pleased her to employ his 
stud value; she had lain there, her mind filled with Phillip Gates... damn 
his soul... until she'd worked herself up into one devil of a need. She 
smiled to herself. Anymore, it didn't take much to stimulate her sexual 
appetite; a sensual thought, a strange hand brushing her breasts, buttock or 
thigh, and sometimes, just a simple, handsome, licentious smile from the 
right man. With Phillip Gates, she only had to think of him to kindle desire 
inside her. Mark was a poor substitute for her Phillip, but right at the 
moment, he, or anyone, would do. Her belly and loins were alive with vibrant 
little sensations of lust. Besides, there was her plan to assure her stupid 
husband the gubernatorial nomination of the Party that she had to discuss 
with him, and she could think of no better time then when he was fucking her 
to make him agree to anything. They had to have Judge Reed's backing, and 
rumor was that he was about to endorse Byron Ackor... 

"Here you are," Mark said, smiling down and offering her the drink. 

Dianne outdid herself and returned his smile. She raised her hand to take it 
and in doing so purposely brushed the satiny head of his still throbbingly 
erect prick. He gave a start, then chuckled excitedly. 

"Oops," she said with cuteness, her smile alive and inviting as she accepted 
the glass. "Thank you, Darling. Here, come lie down beside me." 

She moved over in the bed, took a long swallow of scotch, then rolled over 
to set it on the stand beside her, intentionally thrusting her buttocks 
upward at him in the process. 

Mark couldn't keep his hand off her. He placed it on the smooth skin of her 
waspish waist, trailing it downward over the full rounded curve of her hip 
to the soft resilient flesh of the protruding lush spheres of her bottom, 
stroking and spanning the soft, white crevice that separated them. Once 
more, a feeling of elation filled him as he felt a shudder electrify her at 
his touch. 

She rolled back toward him and willingly into his extended arms, her firm 
supple breasts flattening against his hard chest, her hand immediately 
descending to grasp with hungry meaning around his long, thick, sex-starved 
cock. 

Dianne heard his grunt of pleasure as her hand encircled the hot, 
blood-filled rod of flesh, and momentarily a long-since departed feeling of 
affection stirred within her for him. She pressed her belly and thighs tight 
against his and offered her lips to be kissed. His mouth, hot and wet, 
crushed her own and she felt his tongue thrust into the warm cavern to be 
sucked... and she did, while his big hands smoothed over her back and 
downward to her buttocks, hauling her tightly to him as she worked the heavy 
outer layer of skin on his uncircumcised prick up and down with her small, 
soft hand. 

"Oh God," he gasped. "I need you so bad, Dianne." 

She squeezed his prick harder while she milked it and wrapped her upper leg 
over his thigh, pulling him even tighter to her. She shouldn't be so cruel 
to him, she thought, feeling the slippery wetness of the lubricating fluid 
that had seeped from the tip of his cock onto her hand. Once, she had loved 
him with all her heart... but he'd betrayed her, used her, and for that 
she'd never forgive him... could never, never forgive him... Now he was her 
tool, the shoes had been reversed, and nothing was going to change that... 
nothing! She was throwing him a bone and he was satisfied... Mustn't lose 
her head... Use him! Use him! 

"Now, Mark... I'm ready," she said hoarsely. She let loose of his cock and 
rolled onto her back, planting her feet onto the bed, raising her knees and 
spreading her thighs wide. 

"Yes... " he rasped. "Anything you want, Baby. Anything... " 

She watched him scurry between, her teasingly spread legs, dropping flat on 
his belly, his head only inches above her warm, palpitating vaginal slit. He 
looked up between her proudly erect breasts and smiled at her raised face. 

"Do it, for God's sake!" she snapped excitedly. "Don't look at my face, lick 
my cunt!" 

It occurred to Mark Coleman at that precise moment that he hadn't seen his 
dominating, blackmailing, power-hungry wife this hot for his love-making in 
many a moon. He continued to smile as he slowly dropped his eyes to the 
feast she lay before him on the golden tray of her honey colored, silken 
haired loins, the pink, dewy flesh of her partially hidden slit sending new 
shivers of anticipation spiraling along his spine. He noted where the 
delicious narrow split started at the bottom of her smooth white belly to 
slice downward erotically through to the rounded cream-white orbs of her 
buttocks, these slightly raised and rotating sensuously, expectantly, just 
inches from his lips. 

"Damn you! What're you waiting for... Do it! Please, Mark... do it...!" 

Mark particularly heard the word please. He lay the palms of his hands high 
on the insides of her quivering thighs right at their juncture point, so 
that with his thumbs he could spread the soft, velvety lips of her 
hair-lined cunt. Slowly, then, and with tantalizing purpose, he spread open 
the ragged, pink flanges before him, until its jeweled, flushed delicacy lay 
exposed completely to the hunger of his lust-mounting desire. Greedily, his 
eyes gulped in the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of passion jolting 
through him. He ground his cock feverishly into the satiny material of the 
coverlet. 

"Christ!" he choked. 

"Oh, oh, my Darling... don't make me wait any longer... " he heard her plead 
passionately. 

He was in some kind of dream! He gaped at the wide-spread coral aperture 
glistening wetly with the viscous dew of carnal greed exciting her. It 
actually twitched and squirmed in its exposed intricate delicacies. For one 
brief moment he thought of himself as master again. He raised his head and 
stared at her. 

"Beg me!" he blurted. 

"Oh... oh . .'. Mark, please... do it... do something... anything... " 

"Beg me!" 

"Oh... I - I beg you, my darling. Lick it! Suck it! I love you! Please... 
don't make me wait any longer, my lover... " 

He didn't. He could no longer endure the abstinence himself. He dropped his 
head and plunged the full length of his wet, salacious tongue into the 
quivering warm depths of her tightly clasping cunt. 

She howled. "Oh... Oooohhhh my Goddddd! Yes... yesssss... do it to me, Mark 
darling. Suck it! Lick it! Bite it! Chew it alive! I can't stand it, my 
love! I can't stand it!" 

Mark felt her hands clutched at his head, her fingers entwining tightly in 
his hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face forcefully into the now 
wide-spread, wet, pink slit of her necteral cunt. He sensed the movements of 
her head flailing back and forth on the pillow above as he speared his hot 
tongue up into the warm velvety depths of her dilating vagina. She ground 
her hips uncontrollably into the softness of the bed, writhing and 
squirming, little animal-like mewlings escaping from between clenched teeth, 
then would raise her crotch up to him, pressing his face into the silken 
down-enframed crevice, its sensitive, hot vaginal walls opening and closing 
in a moist sucking motion around his thrusting tongue as if independent of 
the rest of her luscious body. 

By God, he thought, if ever he had this twenty-four year old gorgeous witch 
in his power, it was right at that moment. She was completely unbridled, and 
growing wilder with each passing moment as she strove toward climax. It 
occurred to him then that he didn't intend for that to happen to her right 
away, or else his domination might come to an abrupt end. He withdrew his 
long probing tongue and licked upward through the snug, yet opened, wet 
slit, flicking its tip as it went, circling the quivering distended 
clitoris, then, engulfing all with his lips, sucking, drawing the warm soft 
folds deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its 
maddening licking against the straining plexus of her womanhood. 

"Oh, my God... Darling... ! You're beautiful... wonderful! I love you!" she 
gasped. "Ohh-hhh... suck it... lick it! Don't stop... don't ever stop!" 

Mark grinned inwardly to himself, raising his eyes to lock on her 
ecstatically contorted face, her head still flailing slowly at a set 
rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tighter into his hair and she tried to 
direct his hungrily sucking mouth to the small elastic opening of her 
hungrily clenching vagina. His hands moved upward over the white flatness of 
her belly to the full round firmness of her quivering breasts, cupping 
harshly into their fleshy softness, his fingers rolling the hardened nipples 
between them furiously, treating them almost cruelly, the way, he knew, she 
preferred. 

Suddenly, Dianne felt him lifting her legs and folding them back until her 
knees touched her tingling breasts; his hands pressed at the backs of her 
knees, raising her wide-spread, completely exposed genitals to his wild 
tongue and sucking mouth, and it was then that she felt the hot, wet contact 
of his tongue with her tight, puckered anus, laving and probing at the 
sensitive, rubbery little opening to send maddening sensations of rapture 
coursing through her trembling, lust-filled body. She couldn't remember when 
she'd enjoyed such irresistible erotic pleasure. God, she'd almost forgotten 
how good he could be. Again, his tongue shot into the vaginal hole of her 
seething cunt and she cried out with bliss. 

"Oooohhhhhhh! Yes... yesss... Damn, oh damn! Turn around! I want your cock,' 
Darling! I want to taste it! Hurry!" 

He did, hardly losing contact with his mouth at the wet palpitating split in 
her crotch while greedily, Dianne curled around his swollen prick jutting 
down between his legs, raised her head and with her ovaled mouth wide, 
encircled it hungrily with warm lips, trying to capture its entire length in 
her anxiously salivating mouth. 

In her stimulated desire she sucked it so deeply into the hot, saliva filled 
cavern that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch 
her breath then began feverishly running her tongue up and down the soft 
underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her touch and tasting the pungent 
tang of the seeping lubricating fluid oozing from the split in its tip. She 
cupped his balls affectionately in the soft palms of her small hands while 
tiny explosions of lust burst insanely in her brain, and he moved up and 
down, in and out of her face in cadence to his lashing, probing tongue in 
her searing cunt below. 

Her husband, the thirty-four year old senator... oh, what a splendid, 
beautiful cock he had... what a shallow man... she hated him... she loved 
him... these thoughts raced crazily, wildly through her mind as she sucked 
with fury at his hard rod of flesh embedded deeply in her throat, while he 
slaved with wet sucking sounds at her naked loin, his hands beneath and 
clutching the soft rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he burrowed his tongue 
deeper and deeper into her wet and salaciously quivering pussy. 

It occurred to her then, that she was losing all control, that she was 
acting like a subjugated woman, becoming completely overpowered by his 
masculine dominance. And that, she couldn't let happen... never, never 
again! God, he had even made her beg! The bastard! The beautiful, stupid 
bastard! She despised him! She owned the secret that controlled his cursed 
soul... She owned him! He would grovel in slime and filth if she so ordered! 
He was her puppet and she pulled the strings! He'd follow her plans to the 
letter because he dared not do otherwise! They'd compromise the judge 
through his luscious, precious niece... and in the bargain she'd have her 
Phillip... all in one fell swoop . . ! Oh God! Her cunt was afire with the 
licking flames of lust and passion consuming her! Suddenly, she felt his 
finger working at the tiny puckered ring of her anus. Her breath quickened 
excitedly and she forgot everything as abruptly, he pushed into it with a 
quick, slippery movement and she felt his long, thick finger sliding right 
up inside her rectum to the very palm of his big extended hand. 

"Agggghhhh," she grunted around his expanding prick in her mouth, her lips 
and tongue stopping their gentle caressing, his sudden invasion of her anal 
passage causing her climax to rage toward its pinnacle. She felt his mouth 
glued to the round elasticized vaginal opening of her cunt, his deep 
thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his 
pummeling finger in her rectum, and she began to nurse and suck the hot 
thickness of his cock with all her strength, her cheeks hollowing and 
swelling obscenely, while her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled 
at him. 

Oh, God, he had to cum... He had to, she thought desperately, her lips 
clasped tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled head of his prick, and 
simultaneously, deep inside her, the violent spasms of ecstasy began; she 
squeezed at his swinging testicles, then raked her nails beneath them as she 
strained to hurry her own rising orgasm. 

Then all of a sudden she felt his loins jerk, the massive head of his cock 
swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth... and then it came! It shot into 
the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, creamy liquid... gush 
after gush of the hot, sweet, acid tasting fluid, joined by the convulsive 
tremors of her own hips as her climax erupted in a blinding explosion of 
erotic bliss. Again, and again, he spewed his hot jets of cum deep into her 
throat, and she groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her adam's apple 
bobbing licentiously while she swallowed and swallowed the flood of boiling 
semen squirting into the warm moistness of her mouth. 

Her lips still clasping tightly around it, she swirled her tongue in a 
clockwise manner about the throbbing head, wanting to suck him dry, even to 
hurt him now as punishment for her own submission to him, and suddenly she 
squeezed his balls with an excessive pressure that caused him to leap off of 
her, his finger popping out of her rectum with a loud, hissing noise. 

"Christ!" he blurted, rolling off the bed and holding onto his testicles as 
he doubled over, his rapidly deflating penis still dripping tiny thin 
strands of his seminal fluid. 

Dianne laughed outright, and she swiped out with her tongue to lick at a 
string of the white viscous sperm that had dribbled from the corner of her 
mouth. 

"Something wrong, Darling?" she taunted, smiling and rolling toward him, her 
eyes wide and filled with amusement. 

Mark Coleman straightened slowly, anger and pain twisting his handsome face. 
He stared at her with embittered eyes, the nauseating agony still lingering 
in his groin. 

"You... you are a bitch," he spat at her. "Why, Darling... is that any way 
to talk to your devoted wife?" she teased. "And after the wonderful time we 
just had together... ? You know, Senator, sometimes I get the feeling that 
you don't love me anymore. Could that be possible?" 

Mark ignored her. Instead, he walked to her small bar and poured himself a 
straight bourbon. He stared at it for a few moments before downing it. It 
was about all that was left for him... booze. He poured a second and raised 
it to his lips as Dianne swung off the bed, finished her own drink and 
approached him. He watched the jounce to her full naked breasts as she 
strolled casually toward him, her glass extended in her hand. He took it, 
replenished the ice and spilled raw scotch over it. 

"You know something, Senator," she said, her thin smile drawn bitingly at 
the corners of her pretty mouth. "You're a lush." 

The bar separated them. He pressed her glass across to her and lifted his 
own once more. "So?" he said, "and why not?" 

"What would your constituents think?" she needled. 

"I'm hardly concerned," he answered her matter of factly. 

"You're a weak man," she shot at him. "Virile... yet weak." 

He shrugged. "I wouldn't believe a combination like that was possible, Pet." 

"You're a lover, Darling... unfortunately for you, eh?" Dianne's lovely eyes 
narrowed. "But you're made of piss. You're prick is the best part of you... 
the only part that has any backbone to it, in fact. But then... you already 
know that don't you, Darling." 

Mark said nothing. He was used to these little episodes. She had let herself 
go in the bed only moments before, subjugated herself to his masculinity in 
her immediate sexual need; now she must regain her dominant standing over 
him by crushing any ambitious thoughts he might be entertaining of reviving 
the old status... or just his station as a man. He gulped away his drink. 
"Do you realize where you'd be right now politically if it wasn't for me, 
Mark Coleman?" she threw at him. 

Mark ran his tongue over his thin lips. Finally, he said: "Yes. Nowhere: I'd 
be a simple, happy, practicing attorney... or possibly, even a state Senator 
trying to do a good job... " 

"Crap!" Dianne spat. "You were crooked, greedy and warped from the day you 
were born . . just like all the rest of the Colemans that occupied this pile 
of stone, lorded it over the poor and stole their way into the Capital. 
Oohhh, don't try to parade your qualities to me, Senator Coleman. I know 
you, remember?" 

Mark shrugged. He hated these incidents, but knew no way around them once 
she'd set herself off. And to imagine, he thought inwardly, the memory 
bringing a tiny smile to his lips, that I once she was his secretary... that 
once, she loved him... 

"What the hell are you grinning at?" Dianne snapped. "Is - something funny, 
Senator? You stupid man! Are you aware that right at this moment Judge Reed 
is considering endorsing Bryon Ackor at the Convention next week?" 

Mark's smile broadened. "I've heard rumors," he said, seemingly unmoved. 

"Do you realize what that means? You haven't a chance without Reed's 
support!" 

Once more, Mark shrugged. "I could care less," he said calmly. 

Dianne's eyes blazed as she gaped at him. "Damn you! You nothing individual! 
Well... well I care, do you understand? I haven't stayed with you and worked 
like a demon to see the Governor's mansion go down the drain because you 
haven't the guts to fight for it." 

"Maybe, I don't want it, Dianne," he snapped back at her for the first time. 
"Did that ever occur to you?" 

"Why... why... you stupid, thankless, drunken imbecile!" Dianne half 
screamed at him. "Who gives one damn what you want? It's what I want that 
counts in this house... and you better understand that... unless you want me 
to destroy you and all the Colemans all the way back to old Matt himself!" 

Mark stared at her, but oddly enough he wasn't upset. It was a reiteration 
of the same old line. There was no question; she had the upper hand and both 
of them knew it. He poured bourbon into his glass and remained silent. 
Obviously, his loving wife had devised a scheme... something probably worthy 
of a witch. She wanted to be the governor's wife... and undoubtedly, she 
would. Dear God... and to think that he actually loved her... 

"I have a plan," she said after a fashion, her voice dropping to the 
familiar conniving level. "Properly handled, it's foolproof. That obese slob 
can't help but fall in line... unless he wants his loveable, charming niece 
publicized as a wanton whore." 

Mark's eyes jerked upward to lock on his vicious wife's magnificent face. 
"What the hell are you talking about?" he hissed. 

Dianne smiled. She climbed onto one of the two stools with her bare bottom 
and patted the other. "Come around and sit, Darling, then, I'll tell you. 
After... I think you and I will go back to bed for awhile and enjoy some 
plain, everyday fornicating. I still have a damnable itch inside this pussy 
of mine... Interested?" 

Her eyes had softened and her smile widened. 

She reached across the bar and caught his hand, pulling it to her and 
placing it on her full, erect soft breast. Mark felt his cock jerk. God 
almighty, he couldn't resist her when she slipped into this mood. He 
withdrew his hand, scooped up his bourbon and drained the glass. She, too, 
drank. 

"Pour us a couple more, Lover," she said softly, her even white teeth 
finally nibbling at her forever pouting lower lip. 

Then, he saw the tip of her small pink tongue trace the line of that lip, 
and he thought of it as it swirled around the head of his prick and his 
member gave a second lurch. My God, he loved her so much! Her magnificent 
breasts nearly rested upon the bar, the tiny, pink, distending nipples that 
were hardening before his very eyes, seeming to crave the caresses of his 
hands. He raised his eyes to her face again. She was utterly beautiful; her 
long silken blonde hair cascaded in rippling tresses around her shoulders. 
She made a little, nose-twisting face to tantalize him. His cock jumped' 
once more. He picked up the bottles in unison and filled their glasses, 
then, walked around the small bar. His brain swam luxuriantly, blottingly, 
sexually, from the alcohol. He didn't care. Shit! He didn't care! 

"Okay, Pet... you lovely creature, let's have it," he said, climbing onto 
the other stool, his member reaching into more solid hardness. He lay a hand 
on her full warm thigh and she smiled at him. Then, she reached over and 
found his swelling shaft, squeezing it almost affectionately. 

"It'll work, Darling," she said softly. 

"I'm sure it will," said Mark, somewhat gaspingly at her touch. "I've great 
faith in you, Sweetheart." 

She clamped her hand even tighter. A sensation of lewd excitement stirred 
within her. Automatically, she began to milk his stone-hard, erect cock. She 
could almost feel it inside her, pounding and probing, nudging the mouth of 
her womb. She wanted to go to the bed, but there were still things to talk 
about, ways and methods, a plan of great advantage to be discussed. 

God, she thought suddenly. I'll sleep with him all night tonight! I'll drain 
the very life out of him! I'll show him what it might be like... what it 
could be like... ! 

"Now," she said. "Right now! Come over and fuck me, Lover. We'll talk later. 
Please...?" 

"Y - Yeah... right now," Mark replied, his head spinning, his cock jerking. 
"I want to fuck you now, Dianne. My God... I love you!" 

"I know, Darling. I really love you too!" 

CHAPTER THREE 

Laurie Gates had excitedly labeled it their "little honeymoon." She was 
exuberant with anticipation on their way to the airport. She cuddled close 
to Phillip in the back seat of the taxi, her belly churning with tiny 
tingling fermentations. A wanton feeling of illicitness filled her, as if 
she were about to partake of forbidden pleasure with a very desirable man 
she hardly knew. Phillip smiled over at her, but he seemed mentally a world 
away. Never, mind, Darling, she thought, it'll all be different by the time 
we come home again. 

She was that determined that the next three days in the Capital were going 
to be glorious... the beginning of a whole new life for them together. 
Earlier, she had said something of that nature to him and he'd reminded her 
it was a political convention they were attending, and a very important one 
that was bound to consume most of his time, but she refused to believe that 
anything could interfere with her plans. It was now or never, she'd decided, 
and better that she find out at nineteen rather than twenty or twenty-five. 

The first set-back was immediate. Tonya and A. C. Faro boarded the plane 
directly behind them and Laurie found herself sharing a seat with the 
attractive, dark-eyed, younger wife of the handsome, mid-fortyish, Police 
Commissioner, while the latter joined her husband. The separation from 
Phillip upset her; not that she didn't know and like the Faros... they were 
socially prominent country-club members, politically minded, and of course, 
the Commissioner performed some sort of lieutenancy for her Uncle Julian... 
but the sudden wedge into her carefully calculated program, temporarily 
allayed her secret carnal designs of preseduction, the climax of which, she 
had hoped, was to be enjoyed the moment they reached their hotel. 

Damn it, she seethed to herself. Why couldn't they have taken another 
flight... ? 

"I understand the Colemans are leasing a house in the Capital during the 
convention," the chicly dressed, sensually attractive Tonya interrupted her 
thoughts. 

"Really? I didn't know," replied Laurie, decidedly uninterested. 

"That means we'll at least have a party or two," Tonya went on, adding a sly 
smile. "That is, if I know Dianne... " 

There was more, but Laurie listened only enough to give intelligible answers 
when expected. A little shiver passed through her and she found her mind 
filling with dissolute thoughts once more. She just couldn't help it. She 
thought of Phillip and herself in bed making love... My God, she was 
flustered, she mused. Something just had to happen, and soon! 

She had bought several new fetching and seductive negligees as stimulators, 
and she'd mentally prepared herself for whatever he might possibly ask of 
her, or expect of her. Just the mere thought now of giving herself to him in 
whatever wanton act, or perverse method he might choose, excited her to no 
end. She'd truly fortified herself with the proper mental attitude. In fact, 
as they droned along at thirty-three thousand feet, Tonya Faro's voice 
chattering on in her ear, her thoughts became so erotically intense that she 
began to squirm her buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushioned 
seat brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva down between 
her legs. My God___! She jumped at the unexpected contact and blushed as her 
breath quickened. 

Cripes, she wondered, would they never get to the Capital? 

The ancient and historical Ambassador Hotel was crammed with Party 
conventioners. Laurie and Phillip had a small suite in reservation on the 
ninth floor, while Uncle Julian occupied a large one on the fifteenth and 
top floor. Actually, the reveling had not yet begun, but there was enough 
activity in the lobby and corridors for Laurie to immediately sense the 
prevailing political atmosphere. 

In their quarters, once the bellhop had left them, Laurie threw her arms 
around her young, handsome husband's neck and kissed him. She ground her 
supple body against his and clung to his mouth with her warm, wet lips. 
Surprised, he caught at her arms gently, finally working his head free to 
lift, and stare down at her. He smiled. 

"What the devil is this... rape?" 

Laurie returned his smile excitedly. Her eyes danced. She pressed her belly 
and thighs even tighter to him, feeling the bulge of his slightly stirring 
penis against her abdomen. "Call it whatever you like, Mister," she 
whispered. "Only... just what are you going to do about it?" 

Phillip swallowed, chuckled almost disbelievingly, then looked at his watch. 
"At two-o'clock in the afternoon?" 

"So... ? Are we on a schedule, Darling?" she questioned, licentious little 
sparkling in her eyes. 

He kissed her, smoothing his hands along her back and downward over her 
round, full buttocks, suddenly cupping them, one in each hand and drawing 
her into him. She began to undulate her pelvis almost indiscernibly and felt 
his penis rapidly swelling between them. God... oh God, how she wanted him 
to take her right then, at that very moment. She pressed her tiny pink 
tongue upward against his lips, her vibrant body tingling with sensuous 
desire... 

Then, the telephone rang! 

"Don't answer it, Darling," Laurie hissed against his lips. 

Once more, he laughed, gently putting her from him. "It might be Uncle 
Julian... " 

"I don't care. Please... don't answer it," she pleaded, holding to his arm. 

"Hey... what's gotten into you, anyway?" he teased, still smiling, the 
telephone continuing to ring at three-second intervals. 

"Nothing yet... ," she replied as suggestively as she could. "But I wish you 
would." 

Phillip gaped at her, then tossed back his head in laughter. "Well, I'll be 
damned. You little hustler, you... " he said, at last moving away and 
lifting the receiver. 

Laurie felt her heart sink. Her smile faded as reluctantly she moved 
backwards to drop down and sit on the edge of the bed. Rapidly, her mood 
that she had so carefully nourished and built over the hours, began to 
disintegrate. She stared at his slender back hardly listening. Well... that 
was that, wasn't it... And she'd pleaded with him not to answer it... 

"That, my love, was the master himself... good old Uncle Julian. He wants me 
to come right up to his suite," Phillip said, his hands moving to his lips 
as he looked down at her. 

"I asked you not to answer it," she said, not looking at him. 

"Oh... come on, Laurie. I can't do that... besides, we've got tonight ahead 
of us, haven't we?" He grinned at her. "Or don't you think it'll keep?" 

Laurie didn't answer. She sensed her face reddening. It was the first time 
she'd ever asked him to make love to her... and he'd refused. Now, he was 
making fun of her... 

"Well? Are you coming?" 

"No... I don't think so." She stood and walked to her valise. 

"He wants to see you, Honey," Phillip said, moving toward the door. "He 
won't like it... " 

"Tell him I'm tired from the trip," she said flatly. "I think I'll shower 
and take a little nap." 

Phillip watched her silently for a moment. He nodded. "Okay... I'll tell 
him. Look... I'll try to get back in time for cocktails. There won't be too 
much going on before tomorrow... politically, I mean... Maybe we can have a 
nice evening together, eh? Dinner and... who knows what...?" 

Now, she looked at him, a trace of her former inclination returning. She 
made a smile. "All right," she said. 

"Sound good?" 

"Yes... wonderful." 

He grinned, blew her a kiss and left. 

Alone, Laurie attempted to occupy her mind with unpacking and arranging 
their things for convenience, anything that would help lessen the 
disappointment and frustrated arousal she'd let run away with her. Finally, 
she undressed and decided to soak for an hour in the tub rather than to 
shower. Later, she slipped into a robe, brushed soothingly at her long, 
silken, reddish-blonde tresses, then, re-did her nails to while away the 
time. At last, she stretched out on the bed. She was still flustered. 

The rococoish furnishings of the century-old, ornate suite annoyed her. 
She'd hoped for something more modern and cheerful, something more in 
accordance with seduction; God, so far, nothing had seemed to go right. But 
maybe tonight... with cocktails, dinner and all... She paused to listen. A 
whispering feminine voice had filtered through to her from somewhere. She 
waited, but heard nothing more. Her mind wandered back to Phillip. 

If only she could delve into his soul for one brief moment... see inside his 
brain to know what he was thinking... It was the not knowing, the not being 
able to understand his moods that frightened her. She was certain that there 
was some inner-burden constantly with him... if only she could fathom its 
nature she was sure she could find a means of coping with it. But he was not 
about to give up his secret, was he... whatever it was... and she couldn't 
help but feel that it was forever growing, ugly and menacing, like some 
cancerous thing that unless it was destroyed or arrested would soon devour 
both of them. 

She shuddered... and then she heard the voice again... a near-whisper this 
time, and answered by a male huskiness. She held her breath and listened. 

"... Oh God... Oooooohhhhh... Yes, yes... harder - harder, Darling! 
Ooooohhhh... it's beautiful... beautiful...!" the female voice moaned, its 
tone one of distinct mounting passion. 

Laurie continued to hold her breath, letting it seep from her lungs when she 
could no longer contain it. She tried to pinpoint the direction and source, 
finally realizing the sounds were coming through the single, aged door that 
separated this suite from the next. She sat up and stared at the barrier 
noticing the small hole where the locking mechanism had been removed beneath 
the knob, a more modern one replacing it further up the panel. She keyed her 
ear in that direction to better hear. 

"You're still the most delicious fuck I know... ," the male voice gasped and 
Laurie cringed at the sudden vile sound of the loathsome word. "I love your 
cunt! I love it!" 

"Oh, Lover... it's only good because your magnificent cock is filling it for 
me," the woman hissed. "My God, I've got to suck it some more... " 

"Later, Darling... first I'm going to fill your belly... " 

"Ooooohhhh, yes, yes... shoot your cum in me, Mark darling! Fill me with 
it...!" 

Laurie was stunned... nearly petrified at the foulness of their obscene 
dialogue... and then her heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. My 
God... could it be... ? She stared across the room at nothing, the rhythmic 
noises of the squeaking bed reached her, and abruptly she experienced a 
hitch in her breathing. Her pulse began to pound faster at the clear sounds 
of their salacious performance, and suddenly she found herself by the door, 
listening, and trembling as slowly she dropped to her knees to peek into the 
lockless hole... 

Good Lord, she could see right into their room... see them on the bed, not 
ten-feet away! 

It... it was Tonya Faro... and Mark Coleman! 

Her mouth went dry as she gaped at the lewd, incredulous sight. Was it 
possible... ? The very woman... Tonya Faro, who had occupied the seat with 
her on the plane only hours before... ? committing adultery with the man the 
Party was considering nominating for Governor? My God, she simply couldn't 
believe what her eyes were telling her was true! It... it just couldn't be! 

But there they were and she had a complete, unhampered view of them. His 
feet were almost facing the door and both of them were stark naked, with 
Tonya lying on her back, her legs raised and spread lewdly, her calves 
locked tight up around his ribs, she was holding them so high. Laurie gasped 
as she clearly saw his thick, fleshy shaft sliding in and out of the 
impossibly widespread lips of Tonya's pink, hair-lined vagina. The 
unbelievable sight astounded her, as with every stroke, he withdrew it until 
the underside of the head was visible to her. She had never seen anything 
that enormous! God... how could Tonya take such a thing? She felt herself 
wince as she watched him pound the massive cudgel into the dark, 
hair-covered split in Tonya's completely exposed loins. She heard the smack 
of his pelvis against hers and watched his heavy balls slap resoundingly 
into the crevice between her uplifted buttocks. 

Laurie found herself mesmerized by both the lasciviousness of their 
debauchery, as well as the inconceivability of the parties concerned. She 
stubbornly refused to believe, yet she couldn't deny the scene before her. 
Her eye clung fascinated to the little peek-hole and her mouth suddenly felt 
as if someone had swabbed it out with cotton. She had never before imagined 
what it might be like watching two people make passionate love. Her own 
voluptuous, sensitive body had unconsciously begun to prickle sensuously, 
reviving all of the excitement she had so placidly tried to bring into 
check. She stared through the tiny hole and saw the cords on the insides of 
Tonya's full thighs flex tightly as she thrust her soft, down-covered crotch 
up to absorb the full glistening length of Mark Coleman's long, hardened 
penis. Her buttocks hollowed as she lifted them inches off the bed and 
worked hungrily to swallow up the entirety of the elephantine cock back into 
the fleshy pink folds of her hungrily sucking cunt. A slurping, suction-like 
sound came from the bed as her tightly clenching vaginal lips slithered up 
its full length. 

Laurie whimpered, but inwardly, her hand dropping to caress her own soft 
white belly narcissistically, the bottom button of her robe having come 
unfastened with her voyeuristic contortions, and her own naked thighs were 
exposed to her as she knelt there. She swallowed dryly and gaped at Tonya's 
hollowing buttocks laboring salaciously up and down Mark Coleman's long, 
smooth, rod of flesh, his soft hairy balls slapping in cadence against her 
faintly puckered anus below. 

Then, Tonya was mouthing filth at him again... exciting filth that Laurie 
suddenly wanted to hear. 

"Oh... oooohhhh fuck it, my big-cocked darling! Do dirty things to me! Use 
me, my cunt sucker! Shove your finger up my ass! Hurt me, Lover... hurt me!" 

Spasms of erotic sensations rippled through Laurie as she watched Tonya 
writhe in lewd passion beneath Mark Coleman, while she listened to obscene 
words she could not remember where she had learned. Girl's school in 
England, perhaps. She'd learned much that year... what it meant to cum by 
masturbation, and how it felt to have another girl lick her pussy... Oh God, 
she didn't want to remember those debasing incidents... nor could she help 
the guilty feeling she was experiencing at the audibleness of Tonya Faro's 
provocative filth. Suddenly, in spite of her revulsion, she was unbuttoning 
her robe and she began to involuntary massage the straining whiteness of her 
own firm breasts, tweaking the palpitating erect nipples between her 
fingers, kneading and pulling them until she could hardly bear it any 
longer. She felt the wetness of her own naked cunt between her tightly 
clamped thighs. Her hand stroked downward to the reddish-gold, silken pubic 
hair, pressuring against her swollen mound, intertangling in the sparse, 
soft gilded thatch at the very tip of her crevice. 

Her heart pounded in her chest. Wild sensations of sexual need clawed 
excitingly at her kneeling, soft, throbbing body. She gaped with one seeing 
eye into her vantage point and saw Mark Coleman's hand curl beneath Tonya's 
pumping buttocks, the tip of his middle finger circling tauntingly about the 
rubbery ring of her tightly puckered anus. It dwadled there for an 
excessive, tantalizing moment, then, suddenly brought an additional moan of 
agony-pleasure from the squirming lovliness beneath him. 

Laurie watched it slip through the protective, fleshy ring and disappear 
inside. Momentarily, Tonya's legs jerked out straight toes curling, 
subsequently returning to engulf him once more as she levered her exposed 
genitals upward and onto both of his impaling instruments. 

Laurie felt her body trembling violently. The carnal scene had completely 
unnerved her. Her physical need seemed almost viable. Briefly, the deeply 
embedded moralistic pretension in her soul flared, but the squeak of 
bedsprings merged with the pictures she had witnessed and could witness, put 
down all else. She blocked her mind, spread her kneeling thighs and slipped 
her fingers down between the moist palpitating lips of her own tight little 
cunt. She found the already distended bud of her clitoris and gently stroked 
it with her index finger. A million needle points pricked her flesh. Fire 
raged out of control through her loins and at the same time tears of joy and 
shame trickled down her cheeks. 

She looked down and watched herself spread her thighs farther apart. Now, 
she could well see the open gap of her cunt-lips obscenely widespread and 
the wet pinkness of her inner sanctuary. Momentarily, she wished she had a 
mirror. She gazed down between the proud, firm erect-ness of her pointed, 
uplifted breasts, over her flat, soft belly and saw the swollen, excited 
lips of her own spread pink pussy beneath the red golden strains of pubic 
hair. She scissored her fingers, opening it even more, feeling it palpitate 
against them, and then, with a groan she lowered her head as she sunk one 
finger into the hot viscous opening that led up into her vagina. 

She groaned aloud, held her breath, then forced a second up inside her. And 
with her other hand she began to manipulate her clitoris. Her inner-fires 
became more intense. She pressed a third finger into her vagina, tweaking at 
her urethra in passing while the noise of bedsprings became more furious and 
her own need for release more insane. And then, all of a sudden, the sound 
of their bed and their fucking nearly overwhelmed her and she found herself 
plunging her extended fingers up into her dilated vaginal channel in tempo 
with their maddening escapade in the adjoining suite. 

Now, she visualized rather than witnessed. She saw their locked bodies 
wrapped in lurid sex and she rocked back and forth on her knees onto her own 
fingers, screwing them deeper and deeper into herself. She visualized Mark 
Coleman's glistening cock ramming its huge thickness into Tonya's clasping, 
sucking cunt, splitting her crotch like some ecstatic princely shaft of 
destiny... almost as if the glass-slipper might fit her foot... or was it 
Snow White... Dear God... 

She could hear them, but it was the pictures she conjured in her mind that 
drove her on, and she settled back on her knees and haunches against her own 
fingers, worming them deeper into herself. Again, she conjured up the sight 
of Mark Coleman's thick, glistening prick and her mouth fell open as if he 
were thrusting it right into her very throat. She gasped emptily, suddenly 
realizing all she was doing to herself was but a void when it was done. 

Oh Christ, she whimpered. What was going to become of her? Her fingers were 
useless... not enough inside her. She fell forward on her face, tears 
streaming down her delicate cheeks, her mind filled with the thought of what 
Tonya Faro was getting from Mark Coleman's cum-filled cock. In desperation 
she slid her hand up and over her buttocks beneath her robe and searched the 
wet, crevice... then, rammed her index finger deep into her own tightly 
clenched rectum, between the voluptuous orbs of her moon-shaped buttocks... 

She gasped aloud at her own invasion into the soft, velvety channel of her 
rectum as additional galvanic charges raced through her quivering body. 
Furiously she maintained the rhythm of the bouncing bed-springs, screwing 
her fingers in and out of her wet, palpitating cunt and tight, nibbling 
anus, her body bent forward until the nipples of her full, white breasts, 
hanging down, brushed the nap of the carpet sensuously as they swayed from 
the delicious pummeling she was inflicting upon her own lust-filled 
genitals. 

Oh, God, she was going out of her mind with the delightful bliss of it, and 
she felt her face flushing with the mounting pressure building in her loins. 
She was going to... She was... she was... ! 

But then, came the rattling sound at the outer door... ! What... ? A key! 
Phillip... ! My God... ! 

Somehow, she managed to cling to reason even at that mind-shattering stage, 
extracted her plunging fingers from her tormented, secret orifices, 
straightened her robe about her and stumbled to the bed. When Phillip walked 
into the bedroom she was staring up at him with partially glazed, awkward... 
if wild eyes. 

He smiled, paused, then moved toward the bed. "I thought you'd be all 
dressed and ready for cocktails." he said, stopping at the foot of the bed 
to gaze down at her. 

"I... ah... just woke up... when you came in," Laurie managed, licking at 
her dry lips and trying to control the rapid rise and fall of her breasts 
and stomach. 

"Hey... ," he said suddenly, moving around the bed to sit down beside her. 
"Don't you feel well... ? Your face is all flushed!" 

She took the hand he placed on her forehead, clutching and kissing it, his 
very touch sending tongues of flame licking through her tortured, 
unfulfilled body. Then, she reached up, encircling his neck and tried to 
pull him down on top of her. 

"Darling...!" she gasped, clawing at him hungrily. 

Phillip, taken by surprise, managed to brace his hands against the bed and 
catch himself as she pulled at him. 

"For Christ's sake, Laurie!" he blurted sharply. "What the hell's gotten 
into you anyway?" 

Roughly, he disengaged the hold she had on him and got to his feet, his 
thin-lipped mouth whitening irritably. Laurie stared up at him, sensing an 
additional flush of crimson pouring into her face, a sudden wave of deep 
shame sweeping over her at his debasing rebuke of her advances. 
Spontaneously, the tears came and she couldn't contain herself. She rolled 
Onto her belly, burying her face in the pillow and let them flow, her lovely 
body quaking with convulsive sobs, finding in this a substitute release for 
both the emotional and physical tensions that had built inside her to the 
near-bursting point. 

She had no idea how long she laid there gasping out her wrought-up passions, 
but when she finally sat up she saw that she was alone. Slowly, she got from 
the bed and went into the bath to put cold water on her face and red-rimmed 
eyes. She refused to allow herself to think, unless she fall into another 
fit of tears. Instead, she moved about mechanically, applying the cold water 
packs until the puffiness had disappeared, then, she Pressed and combed her 
hair. 

In awhile, Phillip returned. He seemed very uneasy. 

"How do you feel?" he said. He stood in the center of the bedroom nervously 
fidgeting with his hands. 

"Fine," Laurie replied, sitting at the vanity and leaning forward as she 
applied a thin coating of lipstick to her pouting mouth. 

He smiled, his confidence seeming to return. "Ready for cocktails?" 

"Um hum... ready for anything," she said unenthusiastically. 

"We're... ah... going to a party after dinner... at the Colemans." 

"Oh...?" 

"I... ah... I'm sure you'll enjoy it, Laurie," he said, walking to the 
dresser and picking up his brushes to run over his temples. "They're quite 
the party-throwers, I understand." 

Momentarily, flickering lewd scenes of Mark Coleman and Tonya Faro's 
salacious escapade in the next suite only a short time before, passed 
quickly through Laurie's mind. She smiled to herself. Finally, she said: 
"Yes... I bet they are at that." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Cocktails and dinner with Phillip was a near-disaster; he was in a bad mood 
and Laurie did nothing to try and brighten it. The atmosphere between them 
was strained and filled with pretense. Although her febrile cravings of a 
short time earlier lay dormant, they were still very much a part of her. Two 
manhattans before eating helped but it was not until A. C. Faro handed her 
the third scotch and soda at the Coleman's party that she really began to 
unwind. 

The big house was filled with guests; some she knew, others she was 
introduced to by the Commissioner who had seemingly taken her under his wing 
the moment they arrived. Dianne Coleman had met them at the door looking 
seductively beautiful, dripping smiles all over Phillip as if she'd known 
him a lifetime, surprising Laurie to no end. What was more nonexpectant was 
the strange, almost disconcerting expression her husband had assumed on his 
boyish face. Laurie couldn't decide whether it was a look of anger, 
bewilderment, or both; anyway, she hadn't seen either of them since and that 
was more than an hour ago. 

"Where do you suppose they've gotten to?" she finally asked A. C. when, 
they'd found a more or less quiet corner sofa and dropped down onto' it. 

"Oh... I'm sure they're around here someplace, my Dear," said Faro casually, 
offering her his broad, handsome smile, while his eyes flickered over her in 
obvious lecherous appraisal, finally coming to rest on her exposed and 
rounded, nylon encased thighs beneath the stylish, black mini skirt. 

Laurie couldn't help feeling uneasy before his gaze, but she made no effort 
toward altering her position. In fact, she found that she was deriving a 
little thrill from just the idea of being covetously ogled by the big, 
handsome police Commissioner. The drinks helped, she knew, and there was 
that certain feeling of sympathy she'd felt since first laying eyes on him 
this evening. She couldn't erase the lewd and adulterous scene of his wife, 
Tonya, making love to Mark Coleman earlier that very afternoon. The poor, 
deceived man; her heart went out to him. How could a woman do such a thing 
and still hold her head high in the very presence of her husband and lover? 
Yet, Tonya Faro did, and only a few moments later. 

The Commissioner was enlightening Laurie to some of the intrigues of 
politics when Mark Coleman saw her, smiled, and approached. Laurie had felt 
her face redden, wild thoughts of how she had watched him in his lustful 
nakedness plunging into Tonya's passionate, receptive body racing through 
her mind. 

"And you must be Laurie, Phillip Gates' wife," he said smiling and reaching 
for her hand. "I'm Mark Coleman... and if s my pleasure to meet such a 
lovely girl." 

"T - Thank you," Laurie stammered, sensing the warmth of his big hand around 
her own, and the slight pressure he was exerting. 

Tonya had appeared out of nowhere then, smiling graciously at all in turn, 
not the slightest expression of conscience on her attractive face. 
"Darling," she addressed her husband: "I'm developing the meanest headache. 
Would you mind very much taking me back to the hotel?" 

"Of course not," replied Faro. "Might be a good idea if I got some sleep 
myself. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day." 

"You will forgive us, Mark?" Tonya said to him, brushing her hand across her 
brow. "But I get the damndest migraines... and they just come onto me like 
that." 

It was their nonchalance that struck Laurie most, she supposed, their brazen 
audacity right before the innocent, wronged husband. It really angered her 
and for a moment she toyed with the idea of getting in some cutting remark 
to let them know that at least she was onto their affair. But she'd had 
sense enough not to and after,-she was thankful for that. She'd had to rely 
on her host's gracious hospitality. 

Hours seemed to pass with no sign of Phillip . and Dianne Coleman. Mark 
attached himself to her, until Laurie found herself actually grateful for 
his company. In awhile, she had drunk too much with Mark graciously 
supplying her, until the room was spinning and she wanted nothing but to 
sleep. Her attempts to stay on her feet, though gallant, were futile. Her 
knees just seemed to jell as everything swirled before her eyes and she knew 
she was falling... and then, someone caught her... 

"There now, you'll be all right in a little while," a male voice was saying, 
but Laurie didn't open her eyes to it. She felt dreadfully nauseated and the 
welcomed comfort of the pillow beneath her head was like some soothing balm. 

Eventually, she did peek from beneath heavy lids to see that she was on a 
bed and that Mark Coleman was seated beside her, holding her hand. He smiled 
down gently and she closed her eyes once more. 

"Ph - Phillip... ? Where... is he?" 

"They'll show up in a bit, Dear. I'm sure of it," he said softly. "Meantime, 
you go to sleep while I go down and bid my guests goodnight." 

"G - Goodnight...?" Laurie stammered, trying desperately to make sense of 
what was happening. "They're... they're leaving now... ? I must... must 
leave too... find Phillip... " 

"No, no, now... you stay right here and rest awhile. I'll come back and see 
how you're doing... " 

Sleep... ? Oh, God, yes... she had to sleep... had to... She just couldn't 
open her eyes anymore... Sleep... sleep... 

Mark Coleman stood and gazed at the delightfully curvaceous young body. His 
lust-filled eyes locked on the same round full thighs that had demanded A. 
C. Faro's lecherous attention earlier in the evening. She lay curled up on 
her side, the short, provocative mini skirt unable to conceal even the sheer 
black bikini panties drawn snugly into the delicious crevice of her soft, 
white, full buttocks, the narrow wisp of material disappearing between her 
round cream-white thighs, the swollen, delineated mound of her sex clearly 
visible to him. He swallowed tightly, several reddish-blonde, silken strands 
of her pubic hair curling from the edges of the narrow strip causing his 
prick to jerk excitedly. 

Christ, he thought, what a beautiful fuck she was going to be. And no 
struggle either. Dianne's little concoction of sleeping potion and 
aphrodisiac had worked sooner than he expected. No danger of them coming 
back for a few more hours... not if he knew his vicious, nympho wife... 
especially, once she got her long lost lover in the sack... But he had to 
get rid of the guests first... and it wouldn't be long before the two gems 
he'd hired would show up either. He checked his watch. Plenty of time left 
to enjoy this voluptuous bitch if he hurried... and he damned sure was going 
to empty his cock in her first. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Phillip had no idea how it would go once he saw Dianne again. It'd been a 
long time, months in fact, except for an occasional view of her on the 
street or some similar public place, and invariably she was always 
accompanied. He'd made no effort to contact her, only patiently bided his 
time. After their last meeting when Mark was running for state Senator, he 
doubted that she'd be very receptive; he'd driven her to a secluded spot on 
the pretense of taking her home, and raped hell out of her. He'd hardly 
expected the overwhelming greeting she had just extended them, and certainly 
not to be whisked through the house and out a back way to a waiting car. 

"Where're we going?" he asked as she led the way, clinging to his hand. 

"Someplace where we can talk in private, Darling," she said, slipping in 
behind the wheel of the Mercedes. "Come on, hurry before they look for us." 

"But... " 

"No buts, just hurry." 

Phillip shrugged, circled the car and climbed in beside her. Why not? he 
thought. Let her play right into his hand if she wanted to; it would make it 
that much easier. 

"The Judge's niece is a very alluring girl," Dianne said, once they were 
underway and she sped them through the night with seemingly definite purpose 
and direction. 

Phillip looked over at her, his eyes dropping to her exposed full thighs 
beneath the hiked up skirt, the sheen of her nylon hose glistening in the 
faint illumination from the dash lights. He said nothing, but felt his penis 
stir at the sight and memory of those warm smooth legs when once they had 
been wrapped around him. 

"Are you happy with her, Phillip?" she asked, her eyes on the road ahead. 

"Very," he lied. 

"I don't believe you." 

"And why the hell not?" 

"Because... you still love me," she said, glancing toward him with a smile 
he could only partially see. Her eyes reflected the street and dash lights 
and he could see them plainly. 

"You always were a conceited bitch," he snapped, immediately irritated by 
her confidence, but satisfied to let it pass. Better she should think that 
way; it would help facilitate his plans. "Where are we going?" he asked, 
noticing that they'd reached the outskirts of the city. 

"A cozy little roadhouse for a drink." She flicked him another pleasant 
side-glance. "They have some little doll-like cabins, too... in case you're 
in the mood for a return rape." 

He sensed the flush in his face and was thankful for the darkness. "What 
makes you think I'd be interested?" he said, fumbling in his pocket for a 
cigarette. 

"The last time we were together... remember?" she said. "I thought that a 
bed might be more comfortable on my back this time... if you decided to do 
it again." 

Phillip could hardly believe his ears. She was openly, and not very 
cleverly, propositioning him... and he hadn't even laid a hand on her. 
Christ! "Look... what the hell is this all about, Dianne? Where're we going 
and why...?" 

"I told you, Darling." Once more, she smiled in his direction. "I rented a 
little cabin for us this afternoon... where we can have a private drink, a 
little talk... and you can make love to me." 

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, gaping at her. "You're serious, aren't you?" 

"Of course, I'm serious, Lover," she replied, laughing. 

Suddenly, she slowed before a shabby, partially inoperative neon sign that 
read Capital Cabins when the Cs were lighted. She swung into the drive and 
along a narrow, dismal lane to park before the fourth unit, cutting the 
engine. 

Phillip felt his throat growing dry. "I don't see any roadhouse," he said, 
looking around him into the depths of the night. "And I can't think of a 
damned thing we've got to talk about... " 

"Oh, the roadhouse is further along another mile or so," she said lightly. 
"But you see, I have liquor and ice on the floor in back, so if you'll get 
that I'll go ahead and turn the lights on, Darling. I'm sure we'll think of 
something to do... even if we don't have anything to talk about." 

Phillip stared after her as she pulled the keys from the ignition, jumped 
out and jogged up the three steps to the cabin door. He was flabbergasted. 
He climbed out, retrieved the supplies and followed her. 

It was a small unit, sparsely furnished but clean. Dianne was waiting, her 
lovely smile prevalent, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took the 
things from him, removed the plastic bags from two water glasses and made 
them each a drink. Phillip said nothing, only went to the only comfortable 
chair and dropped into it. She brought him his drink then moved to the bed, 
propping up the pillows and kicking off her shoes. As he watched, she lay 
back in a half sitting, half reclining position, her knees drawn up 
shamelessly, exposing the backs of her white full thighs above her nylons 
all the way to the strip of white panties narrowly covering her delightful 
crotch. 

"Now," she said, "What shall we do?" 

Phillip took a long draught from his glass. He could hardly keep his eyes 
off the provocative, sensual display, she was presenting to him. His cock 
jerked inside his shorts. He said: "You... you had something to talk about?" 

"Uh hum. You and me, Darling," Dianne said, sipping at her own drink. 

"Okay... I'm listening, go on," he said, trying to keep his eyes focused on 
her face. 

"Really, it's very simple," she said matter-of-factly. "Mark is going to be 
the next governor, Phillip... and that's going to put me in a position of 
considerable prestige and power." She was no longer smiling, simply cold and 
calculating. Her wide-set hazel eyes bore the shrewd craftiness of a person 
far beyond her twenty-four years; Phillip was well aware of the reputation 
she'd already gained as a political manipulator. Momentarily though, he was 
endeavoring in his mind to associate her with the little girl he'd fallen so 
deeply in love with those many years ago... he couldn't. "And you, Darling, 
have become a figure with much political potential... " she was saying, "I 
can help you, Phillip... and I want to help you." 

"Why? Why should you want to help me?" 

Dianne studied him for a long moment. He watched her eyes soften, even grow 
wet, almost misty. 

"You really don't know? You can't tell by looking at me? You can't even 
assume by the fact that I brought you here this way...?" 

He tipped up his glass, drained it and stood to make himself another. With 
his back to her, he said: "I'm not good at guessing games anymore, Dianne. 
You might say that I've outgrown them... along with a few other things... " 

"You haven't outgrown me, Phillip," she said, coming off the bed. She caught 
at his arm and gently turned him around, then moved in close to him, sliding 
her arms upward around his neck, pulling his face down .to her upraised lips 
as she drew closer and closer to him, until he could feel the heat of her 
vibrant body tight to his, her full, firm breasts digging into his chest 
while her hips and pelvis ground against him meaningfully. 

She kissed him with open wet lips, her hot breath sweet in his mouth, and 
subconsciously, his arms went around her, his hands stroking the soft, 
supple flesh of her back beneath her dress, smoothing downward to cup at her 
lush round buttocks tightly, drawing her against his jerking, swelling cock 
furiously as the breath burst out of her in a moaning gasp. 

"Oh, my God, darling," she whimpered. "You do love me! You do!" 

Phillip couldn't seem to control himself. The presence of her hot, 
voluptuous body within his arms and grinding against him lustfully had 
suddenly sent every sensible thought he had into a shambles. Sensations so 
deep and locked away that he'd forgotten they existed had abruptly burst 
forth asunder inside him. The delicious, nectral delight of her lips and 
warm mouth had upset any sense of balance or control he'd walked in there 
with. Dear Jesus! He had to have her! He did... and now! 

"You beautiful, enchanting bitch!" he hissed down into her mouth, his hand 
coursing up to her slender waist, along her ribs to the full swell of her 
magnificent breast. 

"I know... I know," she hissed. "You want to fuck me, don't you, my 
darling...?" 

"Oh Christ, yes... yes! I want to fuck and suck and lick you from head to 
toe!" he panted marvelling at her use of the lewd words. 

"Oh my God! Now, Lover, now... do it right now! Let's get our clothes off! 
Hurry!" 

She pulled free of him, fumbling at her things as he tore at his own. He 
watched her because he couldn't take his eyes from her. There was an 
animal-like passion inside him for her, and only her, that nothing or no one 
else could ever satisfy. His brain wheeled like a carrousel. Laurie's face 
was a part of it and it kept pleading with him each time it passed. He shook 
his head, then saw his own Dianne naked, the splendor of her enticing body 
openly inviting him as she threw herself onto the bed, her sculptured, 
creamy white thighs spread wide to him, the tight pink slit of her feminine 
bewitchment clearly visible beneath the soft down of gold he had dreamed of 
a thousand times and more. He thought of nothing else as he threw himself 
onto her. 

"Oh Lover, Lover, do you realize the marvelous, most wonderful things ahead 
for us?" Dianne whispered, running her hands over his lean, hard flesh 
possessively. 

"I don't want to think of anything only this minute," Phillip hissed, 
traversing his hands down the smooth, silken flesh of her enrapturing body. 
He lay, partially atop of her and beside her, his thigh pressed between her 
spread legs, gently massaging the swollen mound of her sparse, silken 
hair-covered cunt while she lifted her loins in rhythm against it. Her hand 
dropped between them to seek out his now throbbing, steel-hard prick, 
clutching it greedily and instantly beginning to massage and stroke its 
thick foreskin in an irresistible milking motion. 

"My God, Lover, I've never known the full delight of your lovemaking," she 
whispered. "Can you imagine... as long as we've known each other... I've 
never kissed and sucked your beautiful cock?" 

"Christ!" Phillip blurted. 

"I want to! I want to right now!" she said, squirming from beneath him, 
rolling him onto his back and moving down between his spread legs to remain 
on all fours and lower her face toward his rigid, palpitating prick. 

Phillip watched entranced. He'd wake up in a moment; it was one of the 
wilder dreams that had ensorced his sleep over the last year. It couldn't be 
true! Not his own beautiful Dianne who had slipped away and married 
another... not his own true love bent over him, her face just a fraction of 
an inch above the blood-inflated head of his pulsating cock... her parted, 
soft wet lips ready to encircle and suck it into her mouth... ! Could it be? 
Was he dreaming? 

My God! He gaped in sheer disbelief. He saw her, her mouth open wide, the 
tip of her pink little tongue dart out to lick at the very tip of his shaft 
where the thick, whitish semen had seeped forth uncontrollably, where he 
pissed from, lick and go back into her mouth to carry its tangish quarry, 
then return to lick again. He watched her small hand at the base of his 
prick extract the skin from the satiny head and her tiny tongue flick out to 
lick around it, its tip playing at the sensitive underside, then dropping to 
where her fingers held it at the base to lick upward slavishly, and finally, 
the smile of love she looked up and gave him before slipping her warm, 
glistening lips over the complete head of his prick, clasping tightly just 
beyond the coronal rim, her cheeks hollowing in a sucking motion as her 
tongue taunted and her other hand moved down to cradle his bloated balls 
within it. 

He saw it but he couldn't believe it. He witnessed the erotic sight of her 
spread on all fours between his legs, her tits dancing as she begun to move 
up and down with her lovely mouth sucking at his prick, but he couldn't 
believe it. He gaped in utter impossibility as inch by inch she seemed to 
absorb it into her grotesquely sucking mouth... until the end of it had to 
be brushing at her throat... and then her long blonde hair fell forward and 
he could see little or nothing, only feel the delicious, clasping sucking of 
her elasticized lips and the mad swirling of her tongue while the long 
tresses of her beautiful hair taunted his stomach and loins. 

"Oh Christ!" he moaned. "Stop! Stop! Come up and fuck, Baby! Now! Come up 
and fuck! Ill flip if you don't... " 

She did, smiling though and knowing that she had him exactly where she 
wanted him. She whispered: "I wanted your come, Darling. I wanted to eat it. 
I love you Phillip... I'll always love you!" 

He tried to think of something appropriate to say, but couldn't. Finally, he 
managed: "It's all right, Baby. Later. I've got to fuck you now or I'll 
die!" 

"I know. Please... hurry!" 

"Yes," he gulped, climbing between her legs and situating himself. Her hand 
came quickly and took his prick, drawing it from the tight cleft of her 
buttocks up between the moist lips of her cunt, separating the soft, sparse 
pubic hair as she spread the lust swollen flanges and placed the tip at the 
mouth of her already passion-dilated vagina. 

She began to moan and murmur incoherently, writhing her hips upward at his 
throbbing cock and immediately he began to screw into her, grinding his 
teeth together in his own uncontrollable desire while she squirmed and 
jerked beneath him in wild abandon. v "Oh... heaven, heaven, heaven!" she 
whimpered as if in agonized rapture, gouging her long nails into the flesh 
of his lean shoulders, undulating her crotch maddeningly on his prick and 
flinging her wide-spread thighs in every direction. 

"Oh God, Laur...!" he started to blurt out, but caught himself in time. His 
brain reeled with the fire burning in his loins. His balls ached with the 
furor building inside them and he screwed his long rod of hard flesh deeper 
and deeper into her, feeling the spasmodic squeezing, sucking grip of her 
moist, velvety, hot vaginal walls drawing at his very entrails. 

Her whole body jerked and squirmed and she moaned unceasingly, her lovely 
face twisted in ecstasy... mouth gaping, neck tensing, nostrils splayed, a 
thin film of sweat already glistening on her brow beneath her disheveled 
blonde hair. 

He felt the wet, smooth pink flesh of her cunt channel clinging to him, 
holding him tightly inside her, pulling and sucking insanely at his 
pulsating, growing cock. He levered upward on his toes and frantically 
plunged the last remaining inch of his long, thick shaft into her slick 
moist hole, raising a new moan of bliss from her slack mouth, her eyes 
popping open in a glazed, surprised expression of phallic worship. 

-Ahhhhh... my Phillip... my love... It's wonderful... wonderful... all 
mine... ! Yes... if s all mine, my Lover! Ahhhhh... " she gasped and he 
clutched at the round, smooth orbs of her ass-cheeks, raising them off the 
bed to him and lifting his own self to better advantage, thrusting and 
grinding into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. 

The soft quivering of her buttocks flexing and unflexing caused the soft, 
warm, smooth flesh to ridge between his fingers as he clutched his hands 
tightly into them. He drew her hungrily to his loins and felt her open her 
thighs even further to him, flowering the moist, pink hole of her cunt wider 
in reception to his thundering cock fucking deeper and deeper up into her 
wildly quivering belly. 

Furiously, he slipped in and out of her crotch, her beautiful, golden, 
expanded crotch with the magnificently salacious fissure splitting it... 
pummeling into its sleek, raw depths with powerful, intensifying strokes. 
His brain still swam, but completely caught up now in a whirlpool of erotic 
confusion. God Almighty, Laurie! He thought of her guiltily for one brief 
moment, then shook his head to dissolve her image from his mind. He gazed 
downward at the lust provoking sight of Dianne's firm, rotund breasts 
beneath him, letting his brain saturate itself with their carnal splendor 
and driving out all else... watching them quiver and sway sideways toward 
the bed on either side of her, their tiny pink nipples severely distended, 
and suddenly he rammed into her brutally causing her to grunt forth a 
guttural bleat as she arched her neck with the pleasure-pain of the thrust. 

Again and again he battered into her, his tormented mind refusing to be 
dominated by his demonic flesh, a mounting sadistic "desire to punish her 
slowly stealing possession of his reason. Suddenly, he was shifting his hips 
and weight every which way, thundering and ravaging the hot, sensitive, raw 
flesh of her vaginal passage as if his long fleshy rod were a wrecking bar 
he was grinding and slamming into her. Mercilessly, the smooth, rubbery head 
pummeled her cervix while his heavy sperm-filled balls crashed loudly into 
the crevice of her widely spread ass-cheeks. 

She whimpered beneath him low and animal like, as she writhed in her attempt 
to bear the abrupt, unanticipated shock, even as he plunged harder, driving 
his loins more forcibly into her open receptive crotch. He gaped downward 
into her face, watching the changing expressions of passion contorting it. 
His mind screamed! He hated her! He loved her! Bitch! Bitch! Suddenly, he 
reached under her, his nails gouging at her soft flesh as he sought her 
anus. He fumbled between her hot, vibrant buttocks while he pounded his 
furious cock in a tempo, deep into the wetness of her teeming cunt. He 
clutched at the quaking hillocks of flesh, ripping them wide apart, 
searching for the tiny puckered ring of soft flesh... her tiny defenseless 
asshole! 

He found it and touched it, feeling the crinkly, snug ring working with the 
writhing and twisting of her buttocks. A rivulet of viscid moisture 
dribbling down the widespread crevice from where his stiff, thick cock was 
sawing into her had moistened the tiny orifice, and he pressed into it, 
feeling it give slightly, then, he pushed hard and suddenly the tight, 
rubbery sphincter muscle popped open, slipping over his finger and drawing 
it inside the warm, spongy channel. She cried out, but persistently he sunk 
the invading thick digit up into the soft depths, until the palm of his hand 
lay flat against the smooth, wet crevice of her ass. 

"Oh my God... my God!" she gasped. "Oooohh... aggghhhh... ooohhhh!" 

At first, she had lurched desperately in her effort to escape his rectal 
impalement, but then she began screwing her luscious bottom back onto it and 
he worked his finger around and around inside her, feeling through the thin 
partition of velvety tissue the ridges of his smooth sliding cock fucking in 
and out of her, until he had established a dual rhythm of finger and prick 
and she began to moan wildly beneath him. 

His loins were a raging inferno now, his cock growing and expanding inside 
her as he gasped and quivered and reveled in her flesh, increasing the speed 
and measure of his stroke, drilling into her savagely while his finger 
mercilessly drubbed the depths of her wildly clenching anus. 

-She held him tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them high around his 
waist, slackening them and clamping them again. Her body was hot, her head 
moving wildly from side to side, her full lower lip thrust forward, her 
mouth open in abandon as she tightened and loosened her scissor grip, 
winding her legs completely around him as she waved her buttocks from side 
to side, then screwed her cunt furiously up to his raging prick. She was 
rapidly moving toward orgasm. 

Suddenly, she began to grunt and pour forth guttural sounds from deep in her 
chest, incessant gurglings that drove him to even more violent, vicious 
strokes. 

"Oooohhhhh... Phillip... Phillip... fuck it hard! Harder! Screw it... fuck 
it, my Darling! Harder... harderrrrr!" she wailed up at him, foul 
obscenities beginning to gush from her lips in her attempt to spur him on, 
her crotch bucking insanely up against his loins and finger, her legs drawn 
back until her knees crushed her heaving breasts, and she locked her ankles 
over his shoulders and rode wantonly up his cock to cling there momentarily 
in complete enslaved rapture. 

"Ooooohhhh god... Oooohhh... God, yes... yes! I'm cumming, Lover... ! 
Cummmmiiinnngg! Aaaaauuugggggghhhh!" 

Spontaneously, her body began vibrating uncontrollably. She grabbed at his 
face as the spasms seized her, biting at his mouth with animal-like 
ferocity, her body arching convulsively into his to hold there shuddering 
and quivering, her orgiastic fluid bathing his rigidly pummeling cock, 
running down her soft, smooth thighs to flood his balls as they slapped 
tightly into the crevice of her ass. 

The sensation of her climax was the needed spark to initiate his own orgasm. 
He burrowed into the very depths of her, ramming her knees back to her 
shoulders, doubling her into an unmercifully ball of contorted humanity as 
he hammered into her cunt with sadistic brutalness, battering her cervix 
with his outrageously swollen cudgel. She continued to whimper and gasp, her 
belly and thighs contracting spasmodically, her excitement still obvious as 
with wild and eager passion she said: "My sweetheart... my baby love... it's 
beautiful... beautiful! Fill me now, Darling... fill me with your warm, 
thick come! Fuck me hard! Give it all to me... to meeee!" 

He wanted to cry. His agonized bliss was that intense. The actual pain in 
his balls seemed unbearable. He thrust and withdrew to the very tip of his 
prick, then plunged again, feeling the wild sucking of her cuntal muscles as 
she tried to extract the life-giving semen from his screeching loins. He was 
almost there; he knew it! Almost, but not quite! He'd go mad! He rammed her 
and rammed her and rammed her again... then, he gasped, cried out, and felt 
the very apex of his climb as suddenly he began to topple down the mountain! 

Dianne moaned as she clutched at his shoulders and thrust her crotch up high 
against his enraptureous cock. He quaked from head to toe, grunting and 
blurting unintelligible sounds, and he shot into her, spewing with jerking, 
violent force, convulsing streams of his white, thick and hot sperm far up 
into the hidden sanctity of her open and receptive womb. He wished to God it 
could never end... but it did... and when it was over he could do nothing 
but collapse on top of her... he was exhausted. 

In a little while, Dianne gently rolled him off her, then kissed him. She 
rested on her elbow above his face, smiling down at him, her face a vision 
of warm loveliness. 

"I - I hope you made me pregnant," she said softly. 

Phillip focused her into his view slowly. He stared at her. Finally, he 
pushed her away and sat up. He said: "Don't be a fool!" He got to his feet. 
"Don't be a godamned fool!" 

For a moment, she said nothing. Then: "I'm no fool, Phillip. I may be a lot 
of things... but never a fool." 

"You are when you talk like that," he snapped. He didn't look at her... 
Instead, he walked to the dresser and made himself a drink. 

"I've great plans for you and me, Phillip," she said to his back. "Great, 
great plans. I don't intend that anything should happen to them." . Phillip 
turned slowly to look at her. She still lay raised on one elbow, her legs 
spread teasingly, her luscious body as provocative to him as the first 
moment he'd sunk his prick into it this night. He stared at her, the 
determined half-smile taunting her mouth almost frightening him. Christ, he 
thought suddenly, did he really still love her? He wanted to say something 
decisive, but could think of nothing. He gulped at his drink... then watched 
her slowly lift and hold out her free hand. 

"Bring me the drink, Darling. I'm the one who needs it... the future mother, 
remember?" 

She was smiling entrancingly. He thought he was trying to fight its 
allurement, but then he found himself encircling the bed and handing her his 
glass. 

Christ, he thought. J must love her! 

"Thank you, Darling," she whispered. "Now... come lie down with me and 
rest... The second part of our long thwarted love is next... and I want you 
rested and capable." 

He felt as if he'd been hypnotized. He didn't want to fight her; instead, he 
lay down beside her, his hand slowly moving over to cup one ripe, full 
breast. 

"Are you happy," she whispered, moving over to lean above his face, her lips 
inches from his own. 

His brain spun. "Yes," he lied. "Yes... I'm happy." 

CHAPTER SIX 

Laurie lay in a semi-stupor, dully endeavoring to comprehend the source of 
the tiny sensations tingling through her body... prurient, erotic little 
titillating prickles that were filling her belly and loins with indistinct 
excitement. Vaguely, she associated the pleasureful experience with Phillip 
and whimpered kittenishly as she snuggled closer to his nakedness in the bed 
beside her. The strong warmth of his muscular body gave her a feeling of 
security, and she lay on her back, cradled in his arm while his other hand 
gently stroked her full, firm breasts arousingly, massaging and tweaking at 
her erect pink nipples and adding to the galvanic tempest mounting inside 
her. 

Her mind wandered, a labyrinth of cobwebs confusing her thoughts. For some 
reason she couldn't seem to fully associate the immediate with Phillip, or 
her being wherever she was, or his lying beside her and making soft, tender 
love to her. She couldn't even remember undressing, or getting into bed with 
him... but she didn't care... and thinking was difficult when the man she 
loved was moving his hand provocatively over the smooth flatness of her 
belly... downward... downward to taunt the silken patch of sparse pubic hair 
covering her mound, then his finger lightly tracing, teasing the tight pink 
slit of her snug pussy lips down between her legs. 

She moaned lightly, receptively spreading her warm, soft thighs wider to his 
pleasure inciting hand. She felt his finger trail down the length of her 
vaginal split, separating the soft curled strands of pubic hair as it went, 
moving all the way to the cleft dividing the round full orbs of. her 
buttocks, even to dawdle momentarily and excitingly at the tiny puckered 
hole of her sensitive anus. She squirmed and purled to his touch, feeling 
the tantalizing return of the exploring finger to the moistening lips of her 
vagina... it slipped into her, massaging gently at the small elasticized 
channel mouth, then with new wetness moved upward through the velvety, 
sensorial flesh to the already erect bud of her clitoris. 

He rolled her toward him and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her 
lips and beyond the barrier of her small white teeth, while his long finger 
moved down to her vaginal mouth once more and she pressed her pelvis forward 
and raised her leg to make his insertion easier for him. She sucked at his 
tongue in swooning, mounting enchantment as his long finger slid up into the 
warm, moist passage of her tight cunt like a thin, hard penis, sending new 
shocks of vibrating bliss to spiral along her spine. 

She mewled and whimpered into his mouth as he began to swirl it around 
inside her, gradually expanding the tender, satiny vaginal walls with an 
enrapturing gentleness she had never realized he possessed. She clung to him 
tightly, her eyes closed, and began to undulate her loins in tiny, thrusting 
circles, screwing her cunt further and further onto his thrill-giving 
finger. 

At last, she was aware of the hardness of his thick cock pressing into the 
softness of her belly and she reached down between them to take it in her 
hand. She made a little gasping sound against his mouth as she tried to 
encircle it with her fingers. They would hardly go around its hot, fleshy 
rigidness; she had never remembered it being so enormous and hard... but 
even though its surprising massiveness had given her a twinge of momentary 
fright, it was a piquant anxiety that caused little ripples of near 
masochistic anticipation to surge through her. 

Mark Coleman grunted from deep in his chest as the soft fingers of her small 
hand encircled his throbbing prick. Christ, he hadn't imagined in his 
wildest dreams that Dianne's concoction would be so effective. The luscious 
little bitch was hotter than a pretending hundred-dollar whore. Of course, 
under the influence of the sleeping drug, he was certain she thought he was 
her husband... but he intended to change that shortly, too, once he felt 
sure she was so far gone that she couldn't help herself. 

He had to gasp again as she began to massage and stroke his prick, sliding 
the thick outer layer of skin up and down the rigid column of flesh, and in 
kind he thrust his finger deeper up into her cunt, swirling and manipulating 
it against the hot, clutching, viscid coated walls of her now steaming 
pussy. Damn, she was ready, if she was ever going to be. He felt her lush, 
hard-nippled breasts heaving against his chest as she panted into his mouth, 
while her rounded hips and buttocks writhed against the working of his 
impaling finger deep inside the raw, hot wetness of her tight palpitant 
little vagina. 

Suddenly, he eased her over onto her back and moved his face down her 
helpless naked body, gently pulling his prick from her reluctant grasp. In 
passing, he kissed and sucked at her nipples and with drugged, tightly 
closed eyes she moaned passionately. He slithered on down her body, feeling 
her smooth soft flesh twitch and tremble beneath him, marveling within his 
lust-incited brain at the unbelievable texture of her satin-like skin and 
the delightful curvaceousness of her voluptuous young body. He'd never had 
anything like it before. He thought of the stupid Phillip who had possessed 
her and found himself wondering if, and how many, others had ever fucked 
her... ; he ran his lips over the flat little belly and down between her 
thighs, which she opened further to him with a soft, audible sigh. 

He gazed at the soft delicious hairlined split in her loins, glistening now 
with tiny pearl-like droplets that he had incited; he lowered his mouth to 
the warm throbbing lips and licked them with trembling tongue, entering her, 
his moisture mingling with her own as she moaned and reached down to pull 
his head tighter between her open legs. 

He licked and sucked, finally moving up to her erect clitoris. She began to 
moan a little louder and never quite stopped again. He fastened onto the 
excited, palpitating bud and she began to slowly grind her hips down into 
the mattress in little concentric contracting movements, as if she were 
losing all control. Her cunt flowered open to him, the delicate tang of her 
perfumed moisture like a nectar to his tongue. Then, her hands on his head 
were urging him up... she wanted him now, her body writhing and unstill, her 
full young breasts heaving and swaying to the sides. 

Mark moved up over her and with still closed eyes, she drew back her thighs 
and reached down beneath him searchingly, until he felt her cool hand once 
more on his prick. The throbbing member jerked in her hand, its heavy 
foreskin slipping back as gently, she guided the smooth, rubbery head to the 
receptive, wet mouth of her vagina, until he could feel the moist, fleshy 
warmth seemingly nibbling at him, as if trying to draw him into her. 

"Oh... oh Phillip," she moaned passionately. 

"Now, Darling, now... ! Do it to me! Please, do it...!" 

Mark Coleman grinned triumphantly down into her beautiful, desire-twisted 
face, the closed eyes, the even white teeth biting at her lower lip, the 
tiny furrows of need wrinkling her forehead, inciting his lust even further. 
He said nothing... only thrust into her with a long powerful plunge that 
raised a surprised grunt of shock, pain, and pleasure from deep in her 
throat, her moist heat clutching around his cock like warm vibrant liver. He 
gasped loudly, the unexpectant blissful sensation overwhelming him, and 
almost uncontrollably began to fuck into her with fast, unmeasured strokes 
that lengthened and shortened in uneven cadence as he filled her warm, moist 
vaginal passage to greater and greater depths. 

He levered most of his weight onto her and beneath him she quivered and 
trembled, her berrylike nipples digging into his chest with pointed, erect 
pressure; her warm smooth belly snug against his while her naked thighs 
clamped and undamped, holding and releasing him in an erotic rhythm. 

"Oh Christ," he groaned as he felt her tight, almost virginal cunt, 
squeezing along the length of his prick that was growing and expanding 
inside her to the point of near-bursting. 

"My sweet, sweet Phillip," she hissed over and over again as she bucked and 
writhed under him. "My own darling lover... I've waited so long for this 
moment," she moaned, her face beginning to move from side to side, tiny 
teeth marks appearing on her lower lip where she had bit it... and then her 
lips sought his. She sucked his tongue and forced her own into his mouth, 
panting warm sweet breath into his throat. 

"Oh... God, I love you, my Phillip... ," she moaned again and Mark could 
stand it no longer. 

"Phillip, my ass!" he snapped down at her as he lunged and stabbed in a 
bludgeoning thrust, brutally tearing into the depths of her cunt. "There's 
no Phillip here, Baby... just me right now. I'm the guy you seduced. Mark 
Coleman... remember?" Again and again he thundered his massive cudgel into 
her, a sadistic grimace suddenly contorting his face as he watched her 
expression of passion change to that of confusion, and finally, sheer 
horror. 

"Oh... oh my God, no... No!" she half screamed, trying then to squirm and 
kick, to writhe herself from beneath him. "Stop! My God, stop it!" she 
shrieked, getting one hand up to claw at his face. 

"You little bitch!" Mark snarled, grabbing her hand before it could do any 
damage. 

Easily, he pinned her beneath him, holding both of her hands back to the bed 
with his own, his heavy, sinewy body still resting securely between her 
widespread, defenseless thighs, his cock buried far up in her cunt to the 
very hilt; Laurie stared up at him in utter disbelief. It couldn't be. It 
just couldn't be! But... but it was! His grinning, lust-filled face swam 
before her. The velvety cobwebs that clouded her brain were far from gone, 
and now he lay still, with his huge shaft completely filling her belly, she 
felt him flex its turgid head and wild little sensations that she seemed to 
have no control over rippled through her loins and belly. 

"Ooohh... " she moaned as the electric-like shocks of unwanted pleasure 
burst through her. "Please... please don't. Oh God... how... how did I get 
here like this?" 

"Don't play coy, Laurie," he said, giving her a salacious grin. "You begged 
me to bring you up here and fuck you... and that's just what I'm doing." 

"No... no, it can't be true. You're lying... Oh my God, where is my 
husband?" 

"Where the hell do you think? Fucking the shit out of my wife... the way 
he's been doing for the past dozen years or so," Mark spat, watching her 
face as his words slowly registered. 

"I - I don't know what you're talking about. You're lying... " she groaned 
beneath him, trying weakly to twist from beneath his all impaling body. 

"Am I? Listen to me, Baby, Dianne and Phillip were childhood sweethearts in 
Concord, New Hampshire," he said, sparing her no mercy. "It's a long story, 
but you can take my word for it... they've been in love for years... I 
thought you knew, and that was why you asked me to fuck you... " 

"No! God, no, I never...!" 

"Of course, you did, Baby," he insisted, his attitude softening a little. 
"Oh, you were a little drunk, but you knew what you were doing when you led 
me up here and undressed. Don't you remember? Fuck me, Mark darling, you 
kept saying. Please, fuck me... and that's just what I'm doing, Honey... and 
going to keep on doing until both of us are so beat we can't walk." 

" Dear God!" Laurie gasped as he flexed the swollen head of his prick deep 
inside her tingling vagina once more, causing forbidden and unwanted 
pleasurable fermentations to trickle through her and she rolled her face 
away from him in abject humiliation. Dear God, how could it be that her body 
was enjoying his horrible assault when her mind was filled with repugnance 
and wretched horror? What had he done to her... ? 

Mark began to throb his deeply imbedded member again and again, watching her 
beautiful face once more go through a metamorphic change. 

"Ooohhh," she, whimpered through clenched teeth, her tightly clenched teeth 
finally falling limply open, but her tear wet eyes once more clenched 
tightly shut. "Ooohhh... ooohhh... oooohhhh," she moaned, her nostrils 
beginning a slow hesitant splaying in tempo with his throbbing cock... until 
unrestrained little mewling sounds of delight erupted involuntarily from her 
throat and he knew he had finally, and completely, subjugated her. 

"Ooohhh, Dear God... I can't help it," she whined pitifully. "It-it's so 
good... so good... " 

Her urgent answering nibbles began around the head of his cock. The wet, 
clasping cunt flesh responded with a soft opening and closing, almost 
sucking at his pulsating shaft. He said: "You want me to fuck you now, don't 
you, Laurie?" 

She wanted not to answer him... oh God, she wanted not to so badly! But the 
wild sensations his huge throbbing cock shot through her set her whole naked 
body to jerking and writhing beneath him, tiny moans of helpless passion 
emitting from deep in her chest. 

"Don't you?" he persisted. 

"Oh... Oh... yes, yes... do it to me! Please, do it... " 

"Do what, Laurie darling? What do you want me to do?" 

"Ooohhh... you know, you know!" 

"Say it! If you want it, say it, Baby!" 

"Oooohhh... yes, please... fuck me, Mark... 

Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I need it... want it so bad!" she hissed, 
and, he freed her hands that immediately encircled his neck, pulling his 
lips down to hers as she thrust her tongue with wanton acceptance half into 
his throat; She continued to moan up into his mouth in servile resignation, 
her beautiful face twisting in her bliss, her mouth laboring, the cords in 
her swanlike neck taut, her nostrils flared, a sudden thin film of 
perspiration beginning to form on her forehead and upper-lip, her long 
reddish-gold hair a mass of interwoven entanglements. 

All logical reasoning had deserted her; there was nothing that mattered 
except the insane craving that filled her belly and loins, and the erotic 
ecstasy of his huge cock pulsating in the deep warm sanctuary of her cunt. 
To the world, she closed her eyes and reveled in her own private bliss. 

Mark Coleman gaped lustfully down at her as her head began to roll 
helplessly from side to side and her hips began a slow, almost involuntary 
rocking motion beneath his impaling cock. He had to clench his own teeth 
tightly as he felt her excited nibbling cunt screwing itself up tighter 
against his hair-covered pelvis. He remained immobile and watched fascinated 
as she rotated her hips from side to side around his rod of lust thickened 
flesh, her vagina clasping in time to its rhythmic beating. She began to 
screw upward onto the length of it, the tiny contracting muscles inside her 
cunt biting hungrily at the blood inflamed head he had slowly withdrawn 
until no more than an inch of it remained inside her. The dilating lips 
between her tight, hair-lined cunt pulled tantalizingly away, sliding 
moistly down the glistening shaft, then worked its way slowly back up until 
her soft, down-covered mound ground tightly against his pelvis and his balls 
swung snugly into the crevice of her desperately clenched buttocks... his 
cock imbedded the full length of it deep into her warm, white belly. 

He stared, almost mesmerized, as she increased her tempo, working more 
frantically while he hung immoveable above her, watching the luscious carnal 
sight of her cunt's withdrawal between them, her quivering body pumping up 
and down his prick at will. He saw the pink ridges of her velvety flesh 
being pulled out when she lowered her buttocks to the bed, and the soft 
folds being pressed back into the salacious hole as it swallowed the wet 
shiny length back into her. The mere sight nearly set him off. He gulped 
tightly and continued to observe, wondering how long he could stand it; she 
strained against him in utter abandon, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing 
over her beautiful face. Suddenly, he could bear it no longer. His hands 
moved down beneath the smooth, round orbs of her working buttocks, and he 
clutched his fingers into the soft flesh cruelly, one cupped in either hand, 
his lust-inflamed brain delighting to its fullest in her helpless 
submission, her incessant humming and writhings driving him to greater 
frenzy. 

He dug his fingers into the soft resilience of her bare ass cheeks and felt 
them alternately tense and untense, firm smooth and hollowed... then relax 
and ooze around his fingers. He hauled her hips against him as he drove into 
her and felt her pull back her thighs a little more, opening the moist pink 
hole of her cunt wider in reception to his now thrusting cock burrowing ever 
deeper and deeper into her belly. 

"Oh... Oh God, it's heaven!" she gasped, feeling his hands grasping at the 
rounded moons of her ass, lifting them simultaneously to his straining cock 
ramming into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. Laurie knew 
too that she was moaning and mouthing incoherent sounds as she wound her 
long, smooth legs around his hips while he plunged into her. She felt the 
soft, warm folds of her cunt clinging to him, squeezing tightly around his 
hard, thick shaft, and she could sense every inch of ridged, blood-inflated 
flesh it boasted. Such exquisite ecstasy she had never even dreamed of. She 
was totally helpless, completely subservient to the wickedness permeating 
her whole being, and she screwed her bottom up tight against his pelvis 
until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of his balls pressed hard 
into the wet, wide-stretched crevice below her vagina. The soft, hair 
covered skin danced tauntingly against the sensitive outer ring of her tiny, 
naked anus sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering 
'nerve-ends. 

Oh, God... there was nothing else in the world... no future, no past... not 
even a Phillip... nothing... nothing but this soaring plane of uncontrolled 
lust and carnality... lust and flesh in its most animalistic stages... of 
his naked belly smacking against her own... of naked crotch against naked 
crotch. Her mind snapped... 

"Oh God,... fuck it... fuck it hard! Yes, yes, Darling... fuck it harddddd!" 
she pleaded, breathlessly. Something was happening inside her, a mounting, 
spiraling, sensational peak! Not far away... no... no... close at hand and 
building insanely. She must! She must! 

She'd lost all sense of proportions, Mark thought as he drove into her 
furiously. She'd become some kind of animal, hardly human as she writhed and 
.contorted, spreading her legs wide apart on either side of his plunging 
shaft, then, pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, 
spurring him on like a ferral, rutting bitch with the heels of her 
curled-toed feet digging into his hard-muscled buttocks. 

There was commotion then to attract her... someone, or more, moving through 
the doorway to the room, but her drugged brain was still not keen enough to 
perceive clearly... anyway, nothing mattered... nothing, except the driving 
body sinking the cock into her from above. He... she and he... they were all 
that mattered! 

"Jesus Christ!" a guttural voice exclaimed. "Looks like we might be late for 
the show, Stones." 

"Shit no," the big one, the dirty bearded one said as he moved closer to the 
bed. "Take a look at that delightful piece, Morgan. She's in the throes of 
rapture... about to cum... filled with X number of inches of the man's cock. 
Get with it, man, ecstasy is in the offing." 

The newcomers moved in closer to watch, their eyes widening at the 
licentious scene. Morgan, the thin one, a chinless, grimy faced, exceedingly 
tall individual, dropped to his knees so that he could watch Mark Coleman's 
battering prick plunge furiously into the luscious girl's tight, receptive 
cunt. 

"The man's a trooper," he said matter of factly. "He's chafed on one side... 
look here." 

Stones knelt down to examine the sight. He saw the scraped skin of Mark's 
wildly plunging shaft and nodded, but he was more intrigued with the tightly 
expanded cunt that split the young girl's crotch. He said: "A delightful 
cunt, Morgan. You probably won't see another like this in a lifetime, so 
enjoy it. Magnificent hole... suddenly, my own prick feels as if it were 
weighted down with chunks of lead... but it's only the swollen tip, the hard 
I get in the beginning." 

"Shit man, she's preety," Morgan said. "I thought she'd be some old cow the 
way he hired us. Fuck... look at her... I could eat her. cunt all day." 

"Shhhhhh," said Stones. "Just listen and watch, friend. The delectable dish 
is coming unglued. Marvelous sight. Haven't seen a kid like this since I was 
in grade-school... shhhhhh!" 

The puzzling voices went on... continued in a lewd, almost everyday 
dialogue... but she refused to acknowledge them. It was all part of this 
intriguing, lust inflated picture. She saw them, their long shaggy hair and 
lewd, grimy faces, one bearded... one chinless... and then she didn't as 
they faded in and out of focus and her body screamed for release. 

Immediately, they were forgotten as her head flailed and she swung her 
thighs up and clasped Mark's hips with the backs of her calves, winding her 
smooth well tapered legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked 
tightly together high on his back, screwing her devouring vagina up the full 
length of his slippery, plunging staff. 

"Christ!" Stones grunted. "Never saw a pussy work like that." He grinned 
with yellow, broken teeth at his partner who had already dropped his pants 
and was stroking his long, thin rigid prick. He reached down and unbuckled 
his own belt, letting his dirty jeans slide down the heavy muscular columns 
of his hairy legs, and unhampered by underwear his nine solid inches of 
lust-hardened cock stood out from his matted, hair-covered loins like some 
unbelievable instrument of torture. 

He, too, began to massage his huge cudgel while he leered down at the 
licentious performance taking place on the bed. 

"Save some for us, man," Morgan said with wet, drooling lips and Stones 
chuckled obscenely as he slipped the heavy foreskin back and forth over the 
bulbous head of his great prick. 

Laurie heard them, their voices and the filth they uttered like a faint echo 
from afar off, while her body drove on, unheeding. She was nearly there... 
ready to come... nothing else mattered. Minute imps of passion and lust 
tormented her deep in her belly, jabbing their pronged forks into the hot, 
prickling flesh of her oozing, frantic cunt. Her body was bathed in sweat as 
she labored wildly... striving for the end only a split-second away... 

And then, Mark cried out like a wounded animal and clamped his mouth tightly 
down on hers as his body convulsed on top of her. She felt his prick jerk 
deep inside her belly and his hot white sperm beginning to spew wildly into 
the depths of her tingling vagina. She gasped as it shot into her in great 
jetting streams, a wave of frustration sweeping over her at the feel of his 
convulsing cock growing more and more limp and useless with every white hot 
spurt her voraciously sucking cunt milked from him. 

"Oh... oh no! Nooop, Darling... please... please, wait for me! A second 
more... just a second more!" she cried her thwarted need half into his 
mouth. She clung tightly to him, her frenzied vagina clutching uselessly at 
his rapidly deflating organ, her heels pounding and digging desperately into 
his suddenly exhausted body... And then, it slipped out of her and she felt 
him pulling away, rolling off beside her with an empty, spent groan, leaving 
her with still raised, trembling thighs, the unsatiated fire burning 
completely out of control in her heaving belly and unfulfilled loins. 

Tears dribbled down her cheeks as she spread her legs high and wide in the 
air, her own hands clutching and manipulating at her tortured, betrayed 
cunt, gouging her own fingers deeply into herself, mindless of all around 
her as she strained and tore abortively at the palpitating split of her 
crotch. 

"Get her ankles, Morgan," Stones said, climbing onto the, bed and moving 
between her widespread legs, his massive thick rod of flesh waggling like a 
loose bowsprit without its figging as his cohort caught hold of both 
Laurie's slender ankles and levered them back above her head until she was 
bent inhumanly into a painful contorted arc. She cried out at the brutal 
torture, her eyes gaping wide at the strange, ugly face leering down at her 
between her legs, the vicious lust twisting his bearded features raising 
abhorrent fear and loathing immediately within her. A shudder passed over 
her as she realized the wet, golden level of her broadly stretched vagina, 
sacred and only for her husband, was being offered up to him like that of a 
bound slave, and that he was crawling up over her in an all-fours position, 
as if he intended to ravage her upturned, helpless slit without the 
slightest mercy or humanity. 

"My name's Stones, Baby," he grinned down at her, displaying his broken, 
yellowed teeth. He raised up to his knees so that she could better see his 
loins. "They call me that because of these," he bragged proudly, lifting the 
length of his giant prick to show off the huge hair covered sac and 
testicles that hung between his legs. He chuckled at the expression of 
awesome panic that flickered across the beautiful girl's face, while Morgan 
giggled from behind her. "When I come Baby, it's a bellyfull of heaven for 
any broad... and right now, you're that lucky chick." 

Laurie gasped in near-terror, her shocked gaze locking on the monstrous 
genitals of the strange man preparing to mount her. 

It can't be true! It would tear me apart! What's happening to me ? Dear 
God... Phillip... Mark... ! I don't understand... ! 

"Please... Mark! Don't let him! My God... I can't take that! Please... Oh 
God, let me go, let me go!" she sobbed. 

"Go on, Stones... fuck her!" Morgan prodded. "Sock it to her, sock it to 
her, sock it to her!" he chanted gleefully. "I want to see her face when you 
sink that bitchin' tool of yours into her. I'll bet she'll scream! I'll bet 
she'll... " 

"Shut up!" Stones snapped, and he did. "Now, Baby, you just relax and let 
old Stones show you what a fuck is like, and I promise you a belly full of 
cock like you've never dreamed of before." 

Laurie shuddered again, caught between the seething passion enflaming her 
still hungrily throbbing vagina and the confusing waves of shame, 
humiliation and fear that raced through her drugged brain. She couldn't 
understand why Mark was letting them do this to her. He was off the bed now 
and she tried to locate him but from her subjugated position it was 
impossible. She could see only the brute kneeling above her from between her 
wide held and uplifted legs and his giant cock pointing directly at her. She 
tossed her head from side to side, tears of frustration streaming down the 
edges of her cheeks. 

And then suddenly, he was holding the length of his prick with his hand and 
taunting the moist, wide-spread, pink flesh of her cunt with its hardening 
spongy head while she watched, the immediate contact of the satiny warm head 
against the wet, raw flesh of her smoldering aperture instigating wild 
sensations to instantly spiral through her. 

"Ooohhh," she moaned uncontrollably. 

"You want it bad, Baby, eh?" he taunted the writhing girl they held helpless 
beneath him in the obscene upturned buttocks positions. "Want it real bad, 
don't you?" 

"Oh God... oh God... " Laurie moaned. She was going mad... completely out of 
her mind, as he continued to torment her pussy with the blood-inflated head 
of his tremendous cock. "Ohhhh... Oooohhhh... I can't stand it any longer... 
put it in... put it in! I'll try to take it... I want it... Yes... Yes! Fuck 
me! Fuck me!" she wailed between clenched teeth and glazed, heavy lidded 
eyes. And then, she thought she saw Mark standing beside the bed, something 
in his hand, grinning down at her in her helpless, lewd position, but the 
raging inferno of lust consuming her palpitating cunt was the only realistic 
thing in her world... nothing else mattered... nothing! 

"Let go of her ankles, Morgan," Stones ordered. "She and me... we're going 
to do this together... civilized like, eh Baby?" 

Laurie gasped in relief as she lowered her legs from the painful position, 
yet still held them bent and high to give him complete access. She caught at 
his hairy shoulders, digging her nails into the hard flesh as he drew the 
bulbous head upward between the ragged swollen flanges of her excited cunt, 
writhing her hips and raising her buttocks in an effort to help. 

"Yes... ," she hissed. "Yessss... well do it together... Ohhhhh... hurry... 
hurry!" 

Laurie felt him insinuate the tip of his giant cock into her moist, pulsing 
vagina, and slowly her eyes began to open... wider and wider as he brought 
expanding pressure to bear at the already dilated mouth of her channel, 
then, with a flick of his hips, the grinning, bearded ogre forced the huge 
knob brutally inside the snug, elasticized opening, stretching the resisting 
rubbery flesh unmercifully. 

"Aaaaauuuugggghhhhh!" she cried out, the agonizing, guttural sound coming 
from the very depths of her soul. 

Stones grinned sadistically. He'd sunk into her soft, warm flesh no more 
than a begrudging inch. He heard Morgan laugh and saw the slick-prick who'd 
hired them taking pictures from all angles. He was also holding the tape 
recorder with the mike up close to the luscious broad's mouth. What ever the 
hell this guy was up to, it was dirty-pool; but why the hell should he care? 
They'd each gotten a C-note for their troubles... if this could be termed as 
such. Shit, she was a gorgeous morsel. He wished to hell he didn't have to 
hurt her, but it was always the same getting his prick into them, in a 
little while it'd be different... he'd stake his reputation on that, but 
right now she was twisting and whimpering, trying desperately to kick her 
beautiful legs free and escape the punishing impalement of Jus cock. 

Laurie had begun to strike at him with her hands and fists until the one 
behind her grabbed her arms and held her. She had been wrong. In her 
unbelievable need she'd Overestimated her capacity. His brutal cock was 
beyond reason... way too big for her. He needed a cow or a mare! She could 
never take it... it was ripping her cunt-lips, she knew. The pain was 
excruciating... but how could she stop him? 

"Please... O - oh, God... I can't. I was wrong... I can't take it... it's 
too big!" 

The bearded one chuckled, raised up higher on his hands and flexed his 
buttocks once more, inching gently forward, the gigantic organ easing 
another two-inches into her "Ooouuugggghhhh! My God... Ohhhuugghh! Please... 
I beg you, don't!... stop, please!" 

Again! 

"EEeeegggghhh!" 

Mark Goleman leaned in close to catch every breath, every nuance and groan 
she uttered with his microphone, while simultaneously lustful spasms of 
sadistic delight began to course through him at the young girl's plight, his 
prick beginning to rise inside his shorts, the only garment he wore since 
emptying his loins into her. Plenty of time for good pictures, he reasoned. 
Wait until this "hippie" has her dangling on the end of his prick, 
completely broken. The good ones were all he wanted, just the gems. 

"Nooooo... nooooooo!" she whined and pleaded, tears flowing in gushes from 
her drugged, partially opened eyes. 

There was something in her beauteous, splenderous, curvaceous body that set 
Stones off. Sexually, he had craved and had women all his life... but this 
one... ! Already, his hairy loins were churning. The expression of need and 
pain simultaneously on her face... the way she held her thighs back for him 
even in her pain... the twitching, biting tight lips of her hungry cunt... 
Christ, if there'd only been a girl like this for him in His plan... He 
couldn't stand it any longer, and in reality if he did it of a sudden she 
might even love him more... when the torture was passed . 

"Baby," he said, "forgive me... but it's the best way." 

He thrust into her, ramming his gigantic cock deep into the tightly 
resisting channel, sending forth rippling, unfeasable waves of pink soft 
flesh before it. There was no time for her to scream, in fact, the charge 
took her breath away. 

She jerked convulsively, the erotic, painful shock of his great cock 
smashing into her belly, filling her like a pregnant cow, she thought, as 
the inhuman thing throbbed and flexed inside her, smoothing out every 
crevice and inner secret she might have had. She dared hardly to breathe... 
but never move. Pain stabbed from her knees to her buttocks and through her 
loins and belly. He'd torn something, she was certain. Her cunt, she knew, 
was trying desperately to acclimate, but that would have to be impossible; 
yet, there was a measure of depraved sensuality twittering through her... 
and then, a momentary likeness of her Phillip flashed in her mind and 
angrily she put it from her, all thought of any further resistance to the 
creeping monster of lust swirling deep in her loins, gone forever... 

"Oh God... don't stop, Stones... my Darling," she whimpered suddenly, 
reaching upward with her hands to the luxury of his bearded face. "Don't 
stop, my Lover! Do it! Do it! Fuck me like the whore I am! Please, Darling, 
give your beautiful cock to me... Hurt me... I love you!" 

He went into her then, ungovernably, with ravishing jolts of the conqueror, 
his broad pelvis thudding heavily into her upturned crotch. 

Mark Coleman watched with lust-inflated de- light as the "hippie's" massive 
sperm bloated balls smacked solidly, insinuating themselves into the 
wide-split crevice of her ass, dangling and kissing at the tiny puckered 
ring of her defenseless anus. 

Morgan gaped more closely, knowing the mighty cock couldn't plunge in and 
out of her at this stage. He saw it bury itself and watched as Stones hung 
above her, immobile, waiting for her to adjust to the presence of his huge 
prick entombed in her soft white belly. He stared as her agony-twisted face 
slowly relaxed, the gnashing teeth and screwed-up brow opening and 
smoothening in welcome adaptation. 

"Ahhhh, Darling," she hissed, emptying her lungs of breath. 

Stones sensed a feeling of triumph. He flexed his buttocks making the head 
of his generous prick throb inside the depths of her, and she groaned 
simperingly, biting at her lower-lip more in fear than reality. He did it 
again, raising a lesser moan from her, and he knew that her hot channel was 
growing accustomed to his size. Slowly, gently, he began an affectionate 
revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his prick snugly into her naked 
crotch, endeavoring to expand the tight walls of her vagina until his cock 
and her pussy fit like a sword in scabbard. 

Morgan moved closer from his side of the bed, as was Mark Coleman beyond, 
both of them gaping lustfully at her tight, tiny cunt... able to consume all 
of Stones' deeply buried member. Morgan's hand moved put and he squeezed at 
the round, full breast nearest to him. Mark found the moon-shaped cheek of 
her ass closest to him and caressed it. Envious hate welled up inside him. 

She'd been his... but he hadn't been able to satisfy her... he had blown his 
wad too soon. 

Morgan ran his hand down her smooth, satiny side, over her hip to the 
stretched orb of her buttock. He moved forward and inward beneath Stones' 
balls to the tiny puckered ring of her anus, playing... hopefully with 
teasing taunts, then, suddenly thrust, popping his finger through the 
tightly surrounding nether ring, digging deeply into the soft, rubbery flesh 
inside. He moved it around the tiny sucking hole, ever pushing inward, until 
the palm of his intruding hand lay flat against the full rounded moons of 
the cheeks of her ass, his whole finger, like a miniature prick, sunk 
securely inside the flexing channel. 

Suddenly, Stones raised up, slipping his massive cock up and out of her, 
then, slowly penetrating to the same depths... back and forth... in and out 
of Laurie's widely stretched cunt, sawing patiently, thrusting into her and 
slowly withdrawing almost to the apex, while Morgan plunged into her ass 
with his hungry driving finger... in and out... trying to join Stones' great 
gentle cock in a dual rhythmic fucking that raised groans of pain-pleasure 
from Laurie's open lips... almost in tempo with their depraved ravaging. 

The excitement Mark Coleman had instigated inside her had never left. But 
now, a weird sensation of tortured happiness dribbled through her helpless 
body. The unbelievable debasement and subjugation they were committing her 
to caused weird masochist delights to flood through her. It seemed as if she 
hardly knew her name... or her reason for being... unless it was for... 
absorbing this complete stranger's immense cock like an animal, while the 
others performed the lewdest of acts on her helpless body. Sensations of 
rapture knifed through her even as she thought these things. 

"Yesss, oh yesss, fuck me, my Darling!" she whimpered. "Pull my tits... 
shove your finger in my ass... hurt me! Only... make me live! Please... 
please... make me live, Lover!" she mumbled on and on, squirming her body 
lewdly beneath him. 

Mark Coleman kicked off his shorts once more to unleash his rigid, aching 
cock. He grabbed up his camera and began shooting pictures from every 
conceivable angle, getting many of the abandon and ecstatic expressions 
continually changing wantonly on her beautiful sweat covered face. 

"Turn her over," he ordered Stones. "Get her up on her knees. Hurry up." 

Laurie groaned, reaching frantically for him as Stones drew his huge cock 
out of her, her fogged and sensuously striving brain aware only that the 
pleasure giving pole of flesh was escaping from her wildly excited cunt to 
leave her empty again. 

"Oh no... no!" she sobbed. "It's all right, Baby, just turn over," Stones 
said, helping her roll onto her belly and raise to her knees. "That's it," 
he mumbled, staring at the beautiful sight of the full moons of her buttocks 
stretched up in sacrificial offering to him. She rested, panting for a 
moment on all fours, the soft white moons of her buttocks waving high in the 
air, then dropped her face to the bed. 

Christ, he'd never seen anything like it! His enormous balls tingled and 
ached, and he longed to ram forward into the narrow teasing slit swinging in 
the air before him but he held him- self... he didn't want to hurt her... 
only fuck her. 

Laurie moaned, her face buried in the pillow, waiting with near unbearable 
anticipation for that second when the wonderful cock would slip back up 
inside her to quench the maddening flames that were licking out of control 
through her crotch and belly. Suddenly she felt his big hands on her hips 
and the hair on his legs as he knelt behind and between her open thighs. She 
waved the stretched orbs of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end 
of his prick pressing into the wet slit of her crotch. With a groan he raced 
into her uncontrollably, burying the long thick organ deep up her channel, 
causing her to lurch forward in surprise and pain. She opened her eyes with 
a start from the force of his lunge, and it was then that she noticed the 
other movement around her head. Fingers began fumbling with her lips and she 
gaped in her numbed stupor at the grinning face of the chinless Morgan, his 
mouth wet with the saliva drooling from it, his thin long cock in his hand, 
not a half inch from her mouth. 

She tried to twist her head away... it was useless. It was as if her face 
between his dirty hands was caught in a vice. Again, he pried at her mouth 
and she felt the spongy, wet sensation of its head being forced between her 
lips. She clenched her teeth in one last terror filled attempt to avoid the 
repulsive, degrading act, but the great cock fucking into her from behind 
aided with an extra hard plunge and she gasped. It was all Morgan needed to 
send his long, thin prick crushing through her soft, moist lips and deep 
into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. No longer did it seem thin to her as 
she felt its huge- ness slithering up the length of her tongue and filling 
her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. 

Morgan knelt on the bed in front of her grasping both sides of her head to 
hold it firm while he sawed into her face, his prick slowly sliding in and 
out of her mouth as if it were a second delicious cunt. Mentally, Laurie 
struggled against the obscene and humiliating ravaging of her mouth, but 
there was little time to think as he quickened his strokes to the tempo of 
Stones' great cock fucking into her from behind, never quite pulling it out 
all the way, but always leaving a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in 
the hot, moist residence of her mouth. 

Again, Laurie clutched her eyes tightly shut, momentarily, her degradation 
knowing no limits. Once, she gagged as he rammed it half-way down her 
throat, its length disappearing between her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. 
She felt his balls graze her face, the wiry pubic hair tickling the 
sensitive skin of her chin. She struggled to breathe, gasping gulps of air 
on every outstroke. 

"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it hard, Baby!" Morgan chanted, as they buffeted her 
back and forth between them in their dual depraved ravishment of her body. 

And to Laurie, once again, there was nothing left in the world but the lewd 
debauchery they were subjecting her to... even shame had deserted her as she 
found herself sucking vigorously with her mouth and grinding her buttocks 
behind, aware only of the -ungovernable desire where the shame should have 
been... her desire to reach that point that was building... ever building 
deep, deep inside her. 

The very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind, the mere 
thought of her soft white body being fucked by two lust-filled strangers she 
had never before seen in her young lift inciting her wildly. The fire in her 
belly raged on insanely as she undulated her buttocks in taunting little 
circles, squeezing with her inner cunt muscles at the heavenly rod of flesh 
drilling into her. She pulled at the cock stroking sleekly in and out of her 
mouth with voracious sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing and filling with 
his every thrust, the lust-inciting pungency of his prick causing her to 
explore its every ridge and pore, her tongue-tip licking hungrily at the 
blood-filled head, probing feverishly into the tiny split at the end. She 
wanted it to squirt its white, hot cum in her mouth, wanted to gulp it and 
feel it dribbling down her throat filling her belly, while the massive shaft 
fucking into her from behind flooded her cunt until she was completely 
saturated and immersed in the viscid, life-giving liquid. 

Behind her, Stones could feel himself ever climbing toward his apex. Soon, 
he thought, soon... soon... and he began to fuck faster into her, with 
quickened, longer, harder, harder strokes, until he was battering the 
quivering cheeks of her ass with unreasonable ferocity, his hips driving as 
if machine-powered. His big hands gripped her waist hard, oozing the soft 
flaccid flesh between and beneath his clutching fingers like white, 
resilient putty. His mouth, was open now, his yellowed teeth bared as he 
drew back his lips; his breath rasped harshly in short, uneven gasps and he 
gaped down at her slender bucking body and bobbing, head. He watched 
Morgan's rapier-like cock disappearing into the beautiful young face and 
spasms of electrified sensations rifled through him. He tore at her 
buttocks, stretching the twin moons as wide apart as he could and watched 
his own giant cock vanish from sight into the moist pink flanges of her 
tight palpitating cunt. 

"Christ!" he barked. "Oh Christ!" 

Like a mounting bull, he pumped into her from behind, imagining the sight of 
her tender lipstick rimmed lips clasping and unclasping around the growing 
cock of Morgan in front, who no longer had to force her to suck him. She was 
working like a demon in a daze, licking at the hardened shaft of flesh 
thrust deep into her warm mouth, while , the bastard who'd hired them kept 
clicking his camera, running around the bed with his own prick jutting out 
like a hoe-handle. 

On and on it went, their expanding rock-hard cocks plunging into both ends 
of her bent and aching body, the unbelievable ecstasy they were bringing her 
completely saturating her mentally and physically. She was in another world 
where cocks and cunt alone existed... and she never wanted to leave it. 

The saliva in her mouth thickened. It was becoming more sticky now and she 
tasted the tang of the minute emmissions of lubricating fluid seeping from 
the tiny split in the head of the cock fucking her mouth. She could feel the 
spongy head growing deep in her throat and his hips writhing and straining 
as he moved toward climax. His fingers were curled tightly in her long hair, 
manipulating her mouth back and forth on the end of his thrusting organ, 
fucking into her face as if her mouth was another cunt into which he was 
releasing the full wrath of his animal-like lust. She moaned around it and 
it thrust forward hard down into her throat as though it were trying to meet 
the other massive prick screwing deep into her belly from behind .. Oh God! 
Ok my God... ! 

The heavens burst open even as her own belated orgasm began to rise toward a 
pinpoint inside her! This had to be it! Yes! Yes! She felt the great cock 
fucking into her from behind jerk and begin spewing its white, hot load deep 
up into her wildly clasping cunt. It splashed insanely around inside her, 
foaming back from her hair-lined cunt-lips onto the already drenched pubic 
hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris 
caused her body to jerk forward spasmodically, driving the cock in her madly 
sucking mouth to the hilt. Then, it too, exploded, gushing forth thick 
streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating 
and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual 
spurts issuing from it. She swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fearful of 
losing even a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small dribbles seeped from 
the corners of her mouth as he collapsed away from her and his shrinking 
penis slithered lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings 
of the white viscid liquid stretching from her lips to the flaccid member 
pulling away from her. 

Wildly, she screwed her buttocks hungrily back onto the still squirting 
prick m her cunt, and with a shriek from between her tightly clenched teeth, 
she felt her whole body burst into what seemed a never ending stream of 
blissful sensations of release and she continued to sob out her ecstasy 
until the very life drained from her and she fell forward onto the bed, the 
useless prick of the bearded Stones slipping limply from her wet, quivering 
pussy... 

God... she had to sleep... had to... Mustn't think... no... no... just 
sleep... 

While Laurie lay obscenely sprawled on the bed face down, caught up in the 
exhausted and drug induced throes of sleep, Mark Coleman paid off his hired 
cohorts, gave them each a needed drink and let them out into the night. He 
went back to the bed then to stare down at the disheveled but still 
intoxicating sight of the young Laurie Gates' naked, well fucked body. His 
cock was still as hard as a rod of iron. He was going to have one more crack 
at that luscious tight cunt before he took her back to the Ambassador Hotel. 
It would be simple enough getting her in through a service entrance and up 
to her room... and there was still plenty of time before Dianne would finish 
with Phillip, he felt sure... Slowly, he dropped on the bed beside her, 
running his hand over the satiny smooth mound of her buttock to her thigh, 
then between her still splayed legs to the slit of her cunt. She gave a 
little start and moan at his touch, but then lay still. 

With little difficulty, he rolled her onto her back and climbed between her 
legs, drawing the head of his cock up through her sperm drenched slit to 
spread open the swollen pink lips of her pussy. Once more, she moaned 
lightly, her eyes closed, but he saw the little simpering smile of delight 
tugging at the corners of her lips. Slowly, she raised her legs and he 
slipped into her moist, warm depths... but never once did she fully awaken 
and he fucked her to his heart's content... until his balls ached from the 
draining strain he put on them. A long time later, he; brought her partially 
to consciousness and helped her dress. Then, he took her back to the hotel. 

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning and he had some pictures to 
develop before daylight. Dianne had been emphatic about that; she planned to 
use them the moment they were ready. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Dianne Coleman smiled into the huge pusy face of Judge Julian Reed. She 
watched the small, near fat-hidden eyes rake her body lecherously, as 
always, the tiny tongue licking out at the small wormish-lips of his baby 
like mouth. He rolled his wheelchair into the room with an effort, his great 
bloated bulk hardly able to wedge into the aluminum tubular frame. He was 
alone, which was exactly what she had hoped for, and she remained standing 
by the door where she'd entered at his acknowledgement of her ring, awaiting 
his invitation to sit. 

He made a little pinched grin and said: "And to what do I owe this charming 
visit, my dear?" 

Dianne watched the continuing little smile, her stomach knotting in 
momentary revulsion, memories of despicable acts she had been forced to 
endure with him in the past racing through her mind. Those, too, she 
remembered, had been to insure Mark's political future, but this time the 
shoe was on the other foot. She was holding all the winning cards, and the 
stakes were even higher. 

"Business, Judge," she said, a wry smile of her own stretching her pretty 
mouth. "May I sit down?" 

"Please do." He nodded toward a chair in front of him and she lowered 
herself into it. His eyes watched hungrily as with knowing purpose Dianne 
let her short skirt slip up high to expose the thighs of her crossed legs. 
He waited for a moment, his small lusty eyes never leaving the nylon 
encased, soft white flesh he was already familiar with. Finally, he said: 
"Well, my dear?" 

"I want your endorsement for Mark, Judge," she said simply. "We need the 
powerful Reed Machine behind us if my husband's ever to be the next 
Governor." 

He studied her for a moment, his expression unchanging. In a while, he said: 
"As simple as that, eh?" He made a short grunting sound that Dianne took to 
be a cynical laughing intention. "Humph... I might've guessed. You know; my 
dear... you're a terribly ambitious young woman... lovely and desirable, 
too, but... treacherously ambitious." 

Dianne returned his almost sneering smile in kind. "So... ? I should think 
you of all people would appreciate that trait, Judge." 

"Oh, I do... I do," he replied evenly. "Which is exactly why I'm not backing 
Mark Coleman, my pet... I don't trust you, his lovely, sexy wife. No, Mrs. 
Coleman; the Reed Machine will endorse Bryon Acker, and hell be this state's 
next governor." 

Dianne could feel her face flushing with the rage mounting inside her. God, 
how she despised this foul beast... and nothing would ever give her greater 
pleasure than what she was about to do. But she must control herself, 
maintain her dignity, savor every delicious moment of what was to come... 

"That's too bad," she said caustically. She moved forward to the edge of her 
chair, uncrossing her legs and pushing her skirt back even more to expose a 
fraction of an inch of naked, white thigh. "You leave me no choice then, 
your honor." She opened her purse and extracted an envelope, holding it out 
to him. 

His beady eyes moved from the provocative sight of her shapely displayed leg 
to the envelope, then, to her face. 

"What's this?" he snapped. 

"You're the judge... I'll let you decide," Dianne remarked, pressing the 
envelope forward. 

His fat pusy hand reached out and snatched it from her grasp while his eyes 
locked with hers. "I warn you, girl, don't try any of your shenanigans with 
me... " 

Dianne said nothing, only watched with pure delight the changing expressions 
of shock, then anger, and finally flushed confusion as quickly he shuffled 
through the lewd prints of his precious niece engaged in wild, salacious sex 
with two vile looking hippies like some common street trollop. 

"Enlightening, aren't they, Judge? Nice and clear, too... No difficulty in 
determining the identity of the girl... although I wouldn't have any idea 
who the dregs are that she's fucking and sucking... would you?" 

For a moment, Dianne thought he might burst. His face was flushed tomato-red 
and his breathing was coming in short, heavy gasps. She sat back in her 
chair once more, watching him calmly reveling in the descriptive filth she 
had spat at him. 

"Wh - Where did you get these?" he snapped, his voice quivering. 

Dianne smiled. "That's not the important issue, Judge... the fact is, that I 
have them... and intend to use them, if necessary." 

He stared at her, vicious hatred distorting his already grotesque face. "You 
bitch!" he spat venomously. "You unscrupulous whore, you...!" 

Dianne couldn't help but toss back her pretty head in laughter. She said: 
"Bitch... ? Whore... ? Perhaps, you're right,... but unscrupulous... ? Isn't 
that kind of like the pot calling the kettle black... your honor?" 

He gaped at her, then slowly seemed to relax into his massive flab, his head 
sinking down into his shoulders like a tortoise pulling partially into its 
shell. He sighed heavily, then began mumbling almost as if to himself. 

"I - I can't believe it... always such a sweet, shy girl... " He fumbled 
through the pictures again, and momentarily Dianne thought she detected a 
glint of lust flickering in his unpredictable eyes, only to disappear then 
return in alternating fashion. "I - I just can't believe it... such filthy 
looking animals... fucking and sucking them... Christ... look at her face... 
the little slut... " Suddenly, he raised his eyes and said: "Blackmail, eh? 
Either I endorse the Senator or you turn these over to a newspaper or 
magazine... " is that it?" 

Dianne's eyes narrowed. "Precisely, Judge... and I would doubt that such 
publicity would help your "Kingly" position, or the party's nominee "What 
makes you so sure that personal scandal would have any effect politically?" 
he shot at her. 

"I'm not sure... but I'm willing to gamble, Judge... are you?" 

Once more, he sighed. Finally, he said: "No... I'm not... and you counted on 
that, didn't you, bitch?" 

Dianne smiled triumphantly. "Of course I counted on it. I was as sure of it 
as I am that Mark will be the next governor." Slowly, she arose, her chin 
high, her face a mask of vindictive hatred. "And you will endorse him, Judge 
Reed . -. . tonight." 

He stared at her. "You... you give me little choice, Mrs. Coleman," he said, 
his voice reminding her of a snake hissing. She shuddered inwardly. "But 
remember... be on your guard, my dear... this is only a skirmish... not the 
battle." 

Dianne couldn't help but tremble openly at his warning. She knew that he 
witnessed her fear and angrily she struck back at him. "Every since you 
first used my body for your loathsome depravities I've despised you... you 
repulsive gargoylish freak! I swore I'd get back at you, and I have. But 
this is only the beginning! I'll break you before I'm finished. I'll see you 
squealing for mercy like the mountain if pus that you are! You hear me, 
Judge Reed? I'm going to destroy you!" 

"Get out, pig! Get out of here before I change my mind and rid the world of 
another broken down, two-bit slut!" he snarled at her. "Just one thing... I 
want those negatives and prints up here by tomorrow morning, you 
understand?" 

Dianne had reached the door. She turned. "You do your part tonight and 
you'll have the negatives in the morning. Otherwise, every expose newspaper 
and magazine in the country will have them. Do you understand?" 

"I understand, you fucking pig! Now, get out!" 

"Freak!" she spat. 

"Get out! Get out! Get out, you fucking whore!" he screamed. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The sun was high, streaming in the open draped hotel window at ten o'clock 
in the morning. Laurie awakened with a start, saw that the other half of the 
bed had been slept in and was deserted. She sat up quickly, her head 
immediately beginning to spin. Slowly, she dropped it back to the pillow and 
lay deathly still to keep it from falling off. 

My God, what was wrong with her; she was so dizzy? Again, she looked over at 
the empty space beside her. Phillip had come in while she slept and left 
without awakening her. She had no idea what time he'd come home, where he'd 
been, or where he'd gotten to now... Of course... he had to be someplace in 
the hotel... politics... with Uncle Julian, she would guess... Good Lord! 
How had she herself gotten home? She remembered none of it. She looked down 
at herself; she was naked, but for the life of her she couldn't recall 
undressing or anything after... after... 

Oh, my dear God! It came back to her in bits and pieces... scraps of 
indelible, lewd scenes racing through her whirling brain... names and 
faces... Stones, Morgan, bearded and chinless... Mark Coleman... with she, 
her own self, in the middle... a human receptacle for their lust... My God, 
it couldn't be! It was a dream... a nightmare! But her body ached so... She 
touched her breasts with her hands, moving them carefully over the round 
full mounds of flesh... Oohhhh... so tender. She smoothed her hands down 
across her stomach, spreading her thighs slightly as she explored the 
sensitive lips of her vagina. Again, she moaned at the slight bruises her 
tenderly probing fingers discovered; the slippery sperm of strangers still 
oozing from the tight, inflamed mouth of her passage wetly covered her 
finger-tips. It was no dream... it had actually happened! 

A feeling of deep, cheapening shame immediately overwhelmed her. She rolled 
her face into the pillow and began to sob as more and more, the lewd, 
adulterous revelry she had participated in only hours before began to 
vividly present itself to mind in graphic, licentious detail. 

Oh dear God, dear God! What happened to me? I was no better than an 
animal... wanting those vile, filthy men to perform their depraved acts on 
me... and I loved it... wanted it! Ooohhhk... what will happen if Phillip 
finds out? My God, I'm nothing but a slut... a wanton bitch! I don't deserve 
him... I don't! He'll leave me if he ever learns the truth; I'm sure of 
that... and then nothing will matter anymore... He mustn't find out... he 
mustn't! I'll go to Mark Coleman and beg him... I'll do anything he asks... 
only Phillip must never find out!... Got to get out of this bed... go to 
Mark... beg him... anything... ! 

She sat up slowly, swinging her feet out to the floor, holding her head 
between her hands, desperately trying to focus her eyes on particular 
objects. Nausea gripped her, but then passed. With an effort, she got to her 
feet and plodded stumblingly in her voluptuous nakedness toward the 
bathroom. A cold shower was what she needed. She had to get hold of 
herself... had to. Coffee... Shower first, then, have coffee sent up... Get 
to Mark Coleman as soon as possible... Yes, Yes... 

Phillip Gates moved in a semi-coma. He had slipped into bed beside his 
innocent young wife's sleeping figure after leaving another yeoman with whom 
he had made passionate, animal-like love for hours, then away from her in 
the early light of day before she could question him. He couldn't face her. 
Really, outside of getting the preliminaries straightened around, there was 
no reason for long dialogue anyway. It was over between them; Laurie was too 
good for him. If he'd ever had any principles, he'd long since lost them. 
When this was over, the nomination settled, he would sit down with her, try 
to explain... then, disappear. Someplace, there had to be a life even for a 
heel like him... 

"Phil,-boy... I'll buy your breakfast," Bryon Acker said, leaning over his 
table not seconds after he'd seated himself and picked up the menu. 

Phillip forced a smile. "Sit down, Bryon. Let me buy the next governor his 
breakfast." 

Acker grinned and sat down. He was not an unattractive man with his greying 
temples, his wide, honest dark eyes and white toothsome smile. He was in his 
forties and had held a Rio Lado City Councilman position for a number of 
years. He'd had no aspirations toward the gubernatorial office until Judge 
Julian Reed tapped his shoulder. He was Country-Club, a heavy land holder, 
but basically a man of the people. He said: "One day, you'll make a shrewd 
politician, Phil." 

"I doubt it... but today's the big day for you isn't it?" 

"Maybe. You never can be sure boy... not till the last ballot is cast. Have 
you seen the Judge?" 

"No. I called. He won't see anyone before this afternoon," Phillip said. "I 
talked to that secretary of his. She says he's in some kind of rare mood. He 
told her to get out, too." 

"Yeah?" Acker's eyes opened wider. "What's wrong?" 

"I've no idea," said Phillip, matter of factly. 

"Something's wrong though," Acker said nervously. "I mean, he doesn't go off 
like this unless something's eating at him, right?" 

Phillip shrugged. "I'm as much in the dark as you are, Bryon. Relax. You 
know you're his boy. Why stew? What could it be that____" 

"There's only one thing that's important right now, Phillip," the Councilman 
interrupted. "The nominee for the next Governor... What else could upset 
him? Maybe, he's having second thoughts about... about me?" 

"Oh, come on, Bryon. You're making mountains. Look... relax. Here comes the 
waitress. What'd you want for breakfast?" 

"Huh... ? Oh... coffee, Phil. Just coffee... " 

With the aid of the shower and coffee, Laurie shook off the cobwebs. Her 
reflexes were still subnormal and her thinking capacity anything but keen, 
but she'd managed to catch hold of herself enough to reason that 
self-reproof and lamentation was going to get her exactly nowhere. What was 
done could not be undone... but why it had been done to her, this was' 
another issue. There was no longer any question in her mind but what she had 
been drugged, and undoubtedly by Mark Coleman... He had planned his vile 
assault knowing that in a helpless, drugged state she'd be subject to his 
most depraved whim... and God knows, she had been... But how had he been so 
certain that Phillip wouldn't come back and catch him in the very act? And 
why hadn't Phillip come back? Had Mark told the truth about Dianne and 
Phillip being childhood sweethearts... lovers for years? Was this the 
inner-burden Phillip had been carrying inside him? Why had he kept it from 
her? Why had he married her? Who were the two loathsome creatures, Stones 
and Morgan who'd raped her... where had they come from? 

She dressed slowly, her brain reeling with the myriad of unanswerable 
questions she had put to it. A dozen times she found her face flushing at 
different lurid visions of her own animal performance only hours before. My 
God, was it possible? Little prurient sensations suddenly flitted through 
her at the mere thought. Well, one thing was certain, she'd found herself 
sexually, if that was the only good to ever come from such a horror. Now, 
she could give her whole, free, open self to Phillip in a manner he had 
never before dreamed. If she'd ever had had any inhibitions, they were gone 
now... Stones and Morgan had seen to that... 

The telephone rang while she was combing out her long, silken, 
reddish-blonde hair before the mirror, letting it drape loosely down over 
her shoulders. Phillip, she thought, wanting her to join him for breakfast 
perhaps... 

"Hello... Oh. Uncle Julian... Up to your suite... ? Well, I... All right, 
I'll come. I haven't had breakfast... Yes... Uncle Julian... is there 
something wrong? Y - Yes, I hear... right away... " 

Her uncle's tone of voice had been anything but inviting. There'd been a 
clipped note of wrath underlying it that had caused a little chill to creep 
along her spine. From experience, she knew how unpleasant he could be when 
he was irate. Something was bothering him; but she made up her mind that she 
wasn't going to let him browbeat her, regardless... She was a married woman 
now and no longer subject to his jurisdiction... besides, she had to see 
Mark Coleman and talk to him as soon as possible... 

Laurie opened the door and entered his suite as he'd told her to do on the 
telephone. He was alone, he'd said, and would be in the bedroom. 

"Uncle Julian...?" she called. 

"In here," his voice came to her from the room beyond. "Lock the outer 
door." 

Laurie did as instructed and entered the bedroom. Her uncle lay on the 
king-sized bed in his robe, a maroon-colored satiny, tent-like garment held 
together by yards of braided cord encircling his middle. To Laurie, he 
resembled a great massive ball with head and limbs jutting straight out, as 
if they had been stuck into the main torso like match-sticks in a potato. 
The almost grey, dimpled, puttyish flesh of his naked legs from the knees 
down were visible to her; the sight was not relishable to her empty stomach, 
but she forced a smile. 

"Don't you feel well, Uncle Julian?" she questioned, moving to the side of 
the bed. 

His eyes had followed her unflinchingly since she'd entered the room. They 
remained on her now. "Not too well, at this point." 

"What's wrong? Perhaps I should send for the house doctor...?" 

"That won't be necessary. Sit down... here on the bed beside me," he 
ordered, his small tongue slipping out to lick at his lips. 

Laurie hesitated, finally obeying. "What is it. Uncle Julian? You sounded... 
upset over the phone... " 

"I'm that... all of that to say the least... my sweet little slut niece," he 
said, his voice suddenly decreasing in volume to a near hissing sibilance. 

Laurie stiffened as if ice-water had been injected through her veins. She 
stared at him in disbelief. Had she heard correctly? "I - I beg your 
pardon...?" 

"You should, you little bitch... and your husband's along with mine!" he 
spat at her. From the side away from her, he produced an envelope, tossing 
it at her. "Open it, slut... see what a pretty picture you make as a whore!" 

Laurie stared at the envelope, frozen, unable to move, tight little knots 
beginning to lump in her stomach. "Open it, I said," the huge man barked. 

She did, with fumbling fingers, her mouth dropping loose in abject horror as 
one by one she viewed the horrible snapshots of herself, Stones and Morgan 
engaged in their gross, obscene circus the night before. She paled, and 
momentarily, a giddiness swept over her. The room began to swim and she had 
to catch herself to keep from toppling. Suddenly, she felt the flab of his 
strong hand on her arms as if in support and she quickly forced herself 
erect. 

"Well... what do you have to say?" he shot at her. "Don't just sit there 
pretending the little Miss Goodie Two-Shoes bit. The cunt in those pictures 
is you, bitch! That's your mouth that filthy cock is stuffed into... now, 
who are they? And where and when were these taken?" 

"Stop it! Stop it!" Laurie sobbed, trying to wrench free of his grasp, but 
unsuccessfully, the tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. "Oh God, let 
me go... please, Uncle Julian... " 

"I'll let you go... when I'm through with you, damn your little whore soul!" 
he snarled, raising his great bulk to one elbow while the other clutched at 
her wrist savagely. "You know what you've done to me with those pictures? 
You've compromised me... tied my hands... stripped me of my power! Now, 
unless I agree to endorse Mark Coleman for governor, these pictures will be 
turned over to the newspaper... and what a hell of a nice scandal that'd 
make, eh?" 

"Oh... Oh my God!" Laurie gasped. "Y - You can't let that happen, Uncle 
Julian. You can't! If Phillip ever finds out... Oh no, no! Please, don't let 
Phillip learn of these... " 

"You should've thought of that before you started peddling your ass around, 
slut... " 

"But you don't understand," Laurie said through her tears. "I was drugged. I 
didn't know... " 

"Drugged? By whom? Where? When?" 

"Last night by Mark Coleman at his party," she blurted. "Those two men... I 
never saw them before in my life." 

"A likely story." 

"It's the truth, Uncle Julian, I swear it," she insisted, imploring him to 
believe her. "Mark Coleman must have taken the pictures. I'm not sure, I was 
too groggy .." 

"You look more than groggy in these shots," he spat, picking them up in one 
hand and thumbing through them. "You look like a cock-happy slut enjoying 
the fucking of her life... " 

"Oh please... please stop talking that way, Uncle Julian," Laurie begged. 
"I'm telling you the truth, I swear it... " 

"Humph," he sneered. "You swear it and I'm supposed to believe it eh? Is 
that it? After all I've done for you, this is the way you repay me. Pig! And 
when I think of the times you shied away from me... afraid I was going to 
touch you... put my hand on your plump little ass, or feel a tit... me, your 
own uncle... I wasn't good enough to put my hand on you, but those bums can 
shove their cocks in you anywhere they like... " 

"Stop it! You don't know what you're saying!" Laurie half screamed at him, 
refusing to believe what her ears had actually heard and what she'd felt to 
be true since she'd first come into his house... he'd wanted her sexually! 
The utter sickening thought nauseated her. 

Again, she tried to free her arm but he held tight to her. He was staring at 
the pictures, one by one, his small beady eyes suddenly reflecting the 
lecherous lust she had witnessed there so many times in the past. A panicky 
feeling of odious dread gripped at her entrails. 

"Well now... let's see," he gloated. "I wonder what Phillip will think of 
this one?" 

He thrust the pornographic print before her eyes. It was one of the complete 
debauchery, with Stones mounting her from behind, his enormous penis sunk to 
its very hilt between the hair-fringed folds of her vagina while Morgan was 
kneeling before her face, his member shoved into her mouth... her lips 
locked obscenely around it as if they never intended to let go. A ripple of 
sensation that she couldn't help coursed through her as the sight brought 
back the actual memory. She shook her head, raising her eyes once more to 
the bloated, licentious face. 

"Y - You wouldn't... My God, you can't, Uncle Julian," she whimpered. "It 
would be the end for us. Phillip would never understand... I know he 
wouldn't... " 

"I can... and I will," he said, his small mouth hardly moving, his tiny eyes 
suddenly raking her body salaciously. "Why shouldn't I? You've destroyed me, 
now I'll give you a taste of the same... unless... " 

He paused there and she stared at him, abhorrent terror keeping her 
momentarily from asking the question. Finally, she did: "Un - Unless... r 
His wormish lips spread into a foul grin. "Unless... you're nice to me." 

"N - Nice? H - Haven't I always been nice to you, Uncle...?" 

"Enough of this nonsense!" His hand still clutching her wrist tightened 
viciously. "Undress... now .-.. this minute... every last godamned stitch 
off... off! You hear? Now!" 

This time he let her free and she leaped to her feet, backing away from the 
bed, tears of frustrated and mixed emotions bathing her cheeks as she gaped 
in unbelieving horror at this foul beast who was ordering her to commit the 
most unpardonable of all sins... incest. 

"You're insane!" she threw at him through contorted, crying lips. "My 
uncle... my own mother's brother... ! What are you, an animal?" 

"What difference does that make to a whore?" he sneered at her. "What do you 
care who fucks you, pig, as long as you get paid? And I've already paid. 
Now... take off your clothes!" , "I won't! I won't!" Laurie wailed, still 
backing away from him. "I'm going to find Phillip... tell him everything... 
tell him exactly what you are and what you wanted me to do...!" 

"Go ahead!" Julian Reed said grinning. "You do that. Go find him and tell 
him what a dirty little cock-sucker you are! Tell him to come up here and 
see the pictures first hand! Well... ? What're you waiting for, bitch? Go 
tell him!" 

Laurie stumbled backwards to a halt in the center of the room, her body 
convulsing with her sobs. Slowly then, she sunk downward, her legs seeming 
to cave beneath her as she dropped to the floor. There, she buried her face 
and wept, refusing to think further of this monstrous nightmare endeavoring 
to engulf her and destroy her reason... 

Time passed and she laid there. Once, there came a knock at the outer door, 
but when they didn't answer who ever it was went away. In a while her mind 
began to function again. She could hear his raspy, heavy breathing on the 
bed. In her racing mind; she had concluded that he would tell Phillip 
everything, using the pictures for pointed, irreproachable proof. She 
weighed her own word against all of this, her love for her husband... the 
fact that he had disappeared last night with Dianne Coleman... she felt 
helpless. Time... she needed time to show Phillip, to bring him to his 
senses, to get him away from all this. They would be all right then, she was 
certain of it, if only she had the time... but that was the one thing she 
did not have. Maybe, Uncle Julian knew this too... He was clever... and 
wounded right now by those pictures... stripped of his power... and what was 
Uncle Julian without his power? God... she even felt sorry for him. She had 
put him in the position he was in... endorsing Mark Coleman for an office 
that she, herself knew the man was incapable of... a crime before the state, 
itself. 

Where were the answers? If there was a way it was as much her duty as 
anyone's to find it. Dear God... there were even more important things than 
Phillip and herself... than her very own life... ! Her parents had given 
their breaths for what they believed. How many soldiers had died and would 
go on dying for what they had faith in? Faith... courage... integrity... 
Integrity... ? She almost laughed into the nap of the carpeting. Moral 
wholesomeness... God, Mommy and Daddy would turn over in their graves. 

Suddenly, she sat up. "Uncle Julian...?" 

"I'm waiting." 

"Is - Is there a way of beating them... the Colemans, I mean." 

Silence. "Yes... one way. I've given it considerable thought." 

"Even with the pictures?" she questioned. 

He laughed. "Pictures... whatever... nothing can change what I have in mind, 
little girl." 

She tried to absorb his words. They made little or no sense. She said: "Are 
you... still set in your mind... determined that I should take my clothes of 
f... I mean...?" 

"Exactly. Now. I want this, Laurie. I'll try to make it as acceptable as 
possible... " 

Again, the thought repulsed her. "Oh God, she whimpered. "Is it necessary, 
Uncle Julian? You know what you're doing...?" 

He interrupted. "I know. Yes. it's vital to me. I've carried the desire 
inside me as long as a man should. Listen to me, Laurie... I can't change 
the past... but maybe, I can help the future." 

Her mind immediately became a maze of questions, all of which she realized 
she was never going, to ask. Instead, she slowly gained her feet and began 
to unfasten her skirt. In her brain she dwelt dazedly upon the plights of 
Lot. She satisfied herself by giving the deepest thought to his two 
daughters... and then, when she was completely naked, she went over to lay 
down beside her uncle... 

"All right... here I am, God forgive me," she said evenly to him. "In 
biblical terms... do with me what thou wilt!" 

Julian Reed lay propped on his elbow, watching with raw, lust-crazed eyes 
the sensual sight of his niece undressing resignedly before him. He drank in 
the beauty of her large breasts, hanging down as she bent over to pick up 
her things, then tautening as she straightened upright. She came toward the 
bed saying something that he hardly heard. She started to move onto the bed 
beside him and he said: "Wait! Stand there... let me look at you... " 

She did, her chin high, her eyes not seeing him. Christ she was beautiful, 
just as he knew she would be. Her figure was perfect... so young and firm... 
the rib lines above the waist where the skin pulled in under the large bulge 
of her breasts... the little belly button with the thin line of down running 
downward to the sparse reddish gilded curls of silken hair against which the 
white tops of her thighs pressed in an effort of concealment... the rounding 
of the hips with the slight bulge of the thigh-bones continuing up in a V... 
the thighs themselves, white and vulnerable with the well shaped legs 
tapering below... She was all breasts, hips and thighs, made to be seized 
and crushed in wild, sensual rape! 

He gaped in hungry fascination, his massive torso rising and falling in 
raspy, quickening breaths. He said: "Turn around." 

Without looking at him, Laurie turned slowly, profiling for a moment the 
forward jut, backward push of breasts and buttocks, the shallow S-shape of 
body, and then her back was presented to him with the slimness from the 
shoulders to the waist, accentuated by the tightness of the smooth, satiny 
white flesh over her frame and by the full, bulging of her behind into soft, 
warm-looking creamy white buttocks and the long, milk thighs tapering below. 
She was shivering all over now. 

"My Christ!" His voice trembled. "You're beautiful, child... ! Come here... 
lay down beside me. I - I've got to feel of you...!" 

She did, moving as if mechanically, desperately trying to block off her mind 
from all sense of reality, thoughts of Phillip and he alone filling her 
brain... for you, my darling, Phillip... I'd endure the tortures of the 
damned for you... Oh, my God! 

She sensed his great weight rolling toward her as she lay on her back beside 
him, eyes tightly shut... smelling his odor of soap and cologne and sweat... 
Then! His thick, stubby hot hand clutched her breast, stroking, squeezing 
and kneading, his breath hot and sour in her face. She rolled her head away 
from him and felt a portion of his massiveness move over and above her 
breast. He was kissing them hungrily and she steeled herself to keep from 
cringing Beneath him as his wet, wormish lips traced their moist paths to 
the tips, hardening them in spite of Her revulsion. 

She couldn't restrain herself from opening her eyes and glancing at the huge 
head hovering above her chest. Nervous beads of sweat had begun to roll 
along his jowls as his fat wet palms glided unimpeded over the firm 
contours, cupping and twisting them brutally until Laurie whimpered aloud 
from the pain and humiliation. Then, they were moving down over the flatness 
of her belly toward the mound of hair-covered flesh at her pelvis... 
lingering and teasing there before moving further downward in an attempt to 
trace the thin, tight red slit she was protecting between clenched thighs. 

"Open them!" he gasped. She did, slightly. "Wider... wider, damnit!" 

Overwhelming shame enveloped her as she felt his pudgy finger teasing the 
soft curls of pubic-hair around the lips of her vagina while his heavy head 
lay cushioned upon her breasts. She felt the thick digit move inside her, 
spreading the flanges of her pussy open as it slid upward through the moist, 
pink, velvety flesh, gliding between its inner petals to the nub of her 
clitoris, flicking at it maddeningly, until with a sudden uncontrollable 
groan, she felt it begin a gentle involuntary jerking into hardness. 

In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved act, he, her own uncle, was 
subjecting her to, she realized he was raising unwanted sensations of desire 
in her. Her whimpers of humiliation and torment tapered off into deeper 
moans of forced pleasure. Slyly, his thick finger moved down to the small 
opening of her vagina and into her. She gasped at the sudden, slick entry, 
her thighs moving a little further apart and she couldn't contain the tear 
of shame that dribbled down the side of her face into her hair. Her heart 
had begun to pound with a mixture of feelings she was helpless to control. 
Her armpits and between her legs felt hot and moist. 

At first, the finger hurt slightly and she groaned, biting at her lip. Then, 
it was smoothing around inside her while his thumb played with her 
clitoris... and then, he was moving his great body down in the bed, slipping 
his other massive hand beneath her buttocks to hold them and push them 
toward the probing finger. 

"Christ, your ass is like hot butter," he wheezed, pressing his face into 
her soft, white belly, kissing and sucking the resilient flesh into his 
small wet mouth. 

His thumb continued teasing salaciously at her clitoris while his thick 
finger moved around in circles... in and out of her rapidly dilating vagina. 
Her face was enflamed... she knew she would carry this shame to the grave... 
but still, in spite of herself her vaginal passage was moistening... 
Suddenly, a second thick finger moved into her and she gasped once more. 
Wetly, they began to slip and pummel the sensitive walls of her cunt, 
plunging deeper and deeper through the still tight ring of flesh and into 
the cavity; she groaned and her legs strained away, but he pushed her 
buttocks up, keeping a tight hold on them as he persisted in his 
penetration. 

"You're getting excited," he said to her. "You're beginning to like it, eh? 
Feels good... even though it's me doing it... " 

Laurie bit silently at her lower lip. God, it did... it did feel good! And 
there was some perverse thrill in the shame of being treated this way by 
this horrible monstrosity... her own uncle. 

His thumb tweaked her clitoris unmercifully and she had to fight down the 
urge to tense and un-tense her legs in tempo with the maddening massaging. 
She felt her legs slithering wider and wider apart against the linen of the 
bed, opening her tormented cuntal split further to his perverted assault. 

"That's it, Baby," he panted. "Open your sweet cunt all the way to me. Like 
that... yeah... that's a good girl. You never believed your old uncle could 
bring you such pleasure, eh? Did you? Now, tell the truth... did you?" 

Oh God... she was fast losing all sense of control. She tried to contain 
herself, not answering him, endeavoring to hold back the short telltale 
breaths of her heaving breasts and stomach, but it was useless. Her vagina 
tingled excitedly and her clitoris was a throbbing delight. Her buttocks 
began to strain together on the hand that was under them, her thighs to 
jackknife and squirm. Little moans began to emit unwanted from her lips and 
her mouth opened in harmony with her vagina. He continued to mouth lewd 
words at her, adding to her desire, and she was too far gone to fight 
against it. 

"Christ, you're wet," he hissed, poking his finger between her relaxed 
buttocks cupped in his hand. She felt it worming its way up into her anus... 
first knuckle joint, then the second. She didn't care, not anymore. The pain 
seemed to double the debasing perversity of her pleasure. It was as if a 
penis was moving into her there, a fat short prick... moving upward into her 
rectum, sending more and wilder sensations to course through her desire 
racked body. "Shit!" he gasped. "I can't stand it any more. Get up on top of 
me... over my face. Now! I've got to eat that sweet, tight pussy, Baby. I've 
got to...!" 

His fingers slipped out of her cunt with a wet sucking noise and he moved up 
in the bed, rolling to his back. 

Laurie hardly knew what she was doing... only responded to his orders. 
Subconsciously, she climbed atop the mountain of flesh as his hands clasped 
at her waist to manipulate her body with ease to where he wanted it, and on 
her knees she spread her thighs on either side of his head so that the open 
fissure of her moist, pink cunt hovered a fraction of an inch above his 
mouth. She felt his hands move down over her hips to the full, rounded 
cheeks of her bottom and clutch them; one in each hand... and then his 
tongue shot into her wide-spread slit in furious exploration. 

She moaned aloud as he licked up through the moist, raw flesh, convulsing at 
the sudden shocking touch of his tongue tip with the tiny throbbing bud of 
her clitoris... only to descend again and thrust its full length into the 
warm sensitive depths of her vagina. 

"Oooohhh," she moaned, her buttocks twitching and jerking in his hands as he 
levered her crotch against his face and she wound her hands in his thinning 
hair to keep herself from swooning. 

She gaped down between her large, firm breasts at the ogre-like head moving 
up and down in and out in depraved ritual between her soft white thighs as 
the maddening, electrifying jolts of sensation screamed through her. She 
sensed her own hands ungovernably pulling the bloated head tighter into her 
loins. The tongue smoothed into her, swirling against the tingling vaginal 
walls, then out again and up the length of her slit to her clitoris, 
encircling it... twitting it, until his lips closed over it and he sucked 
the soft wet flesh into his mouth, his teeth worrying the tiny bud gently, 
sending all kinds of galvanic, erotic messages through her body. 

She strained against him, lewd waves of utterly depraved excitement 
completely engulfing her. The undeniable pressure had begun to build inside 
her. She watched, mesmerized as he labored down between her legs, his mouth 
and tongue licking and sucking hungrily at the open split of her moist, pink 
cunt, the lewd wet slurping sounds causing the mounting force building 
inside her to move toward its pinpointed apex with every passing second. 

She was going to come... any moment now! Yes... yesss... any... 

He stopped! 

"Oh God no, don't stop now!" she begged. "Please... just a little more, 
Uncle Julian...?" 

His strength amazed her as he lifted her off him like a baby, roughly 
twisting her around in mid air until she was on her stomach, draped over the 
almost inhuman tower of his bulging middle like a child atop a haystack. He 
had pulled open his robe and her soft nakedness sunk into the oozing 
putty-like grayish flab of his flesh with her head pointed at his feet, her 
face above his crotch, the sudden sight of his almost hairless, fat-hidden 
genitals sending waves of helpless revulsion through her. 

"Oh God... no... no please... not that!" she pleaded, clutching her eyes 
shut tight and shaking her head, her long hair flailing wildly about her 
shoulders. 

"Suck it!" he barked. "Godamn you, suck it! You're not too good for it 
anymore! You hear? Suck it!" 

He could no longer reach her cunt with his mouth or tongue for her bottom 
lay exposed to him half way down the hill of his belly, her legs draped over 
on either side of him. Instead, he plunged his finger up into the spread 
hair-lined lips, sinking it deep up into her passage to begin its taunting 
swirling motions once more, moving in and out simultaneously as with the 
other hand he first reached under to massage her clitoris until the 
uncontrollable moans and purls of abandon overcame her again, then as he 
continued to pummel her cunt with the one hand, the other he put to use 
between the white round moons of her ass, pressing a fat middle finger into 
the tiny puckered hole of her pink anus until it was completely buried in 
the warm rubbery depths. 

Laurie couldn't control herself; her body began to squirm and writhe on top 
of his, her buttocks and loins twisting wildly to the marvelous ravaging of 
his fingers. And then, she had one more coherent thought of the deplorable, 
vile and terrible thing she was doing and letting him do to her before she 
seemed to lose all sense of reason once more. The growing pressure in her 
naked loins was intense. Her hips were forcing her genitals back onto the 
fingers working quickly and firmly in her vagina and anus. She was lost... 
lost! No longer any shame... only an overpowering desire to reach that 
point... 

"Godamn you, suck me or I'll stop! You hear, I'll stop!" she heard him snarl 
at her. 

"No... no, don't stop... please, don't stop," she begged once more. "I'll do 
it... Oh God... " 

Slowly, she opened her eyes and the sight of his short fleshy instrument, 
nearly lost in the rolls of fat, sickened her. It couldn't be five inches 
long she found herself speculating dazedly. She took it in her hand and the 
angry red knob seemed to squirt from the uncircumcised foreskin as he lifted 
his pelvis up toward her face. Continuous spiraling bliss permeated her own 
loins, momentarily making any degradation bearable, even perversely 
desirable. Again, she blinded herself, opened her lips and sucked it into 
her mouth, ignoring the delicate senses of taste and smell. She heard him 
groan and felt the thick rod of flesh ramming upward between her soft moist 
lips into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness 
of the head sliding up the length of her tongue, while behind his thick 
fingers raced excitedly in and out of her cunt and tightly clenching rectum. 

The Judge began to undulate his massive pelvis, slipping the short fat prick 
in and out of her lips, never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot, 
swollen head a half-inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Laurie 
held her eyes tightly closed to block out the nauseating sight of the naked 
flab surrounding the thick rod of flesh sawing mercilessly into her 
contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he 
shoved upward ramming the shaft to her very throat, keeping pace with his 
fingers fucking ceaselessly into her dual passages from behind. 

Julian Heed stared with lewd delight at the sweat glistening body of his 
hopelessly aroused niece, squirming and writhing salaciously on top of him 
to the drubbing of his skewering fingers buried in her steaming wet cunt and 
the soft warm flesh of her tight, nibbling anus, his cock enveloped in the 
hot, moist cavern of her sucking mouth. He timed the thrusting of his 
fingers to that of his pelvis, and suddenly he realized that she was taking 
more and more of his prick between her tender clasping lips as she became 
accustomed to the fleshy presence. 

Again, Laurie felt the rising tide deep in her quivering belly. The very 
degradation of the incestuous act, her obscene position and the debasing 
ravishment she had subjected herself to, caused tiny ripples of weird and 
perverse sensations to tingle at the nerve ends of her flesh. She found 
herself licking and sucking voraciously at the hardened cock imbedded 
between her tightly clasped lips, her mouth slimy from the mixture of his 
lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked furiously to bring him to 
climax as she felt her own insides erupting in great spasmodic tongues of 
flame, licking through her veins in a never ending torrent of building 
pressure. It suddenly burst and she groaned around the thrusting cock in her 
mouth, her orgasm flooding in wild sensual waves of cum around the thrusting 
finger in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vagina lips clasped 
around it to bathe his hand and run down the insides of her quivering 
thighs. It was indescribable rapture and the whole of her crotch felt wet 
and excited beyond belief. Tears of subconscious joy rolled from her eyes... 

Simultaneously, she felt his loins give a lurch upward against her face, and 
he groaned a soul-searing grunt as suddenly he flooded her mouth with his 
hot, thick cum, spurting wildly down her throat in vast gushes. She gulped 
automatically, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily in her effort 
to satiate the Still abandoned feeling of degradation that continued to 
overwhelm her. There was nothing else in the world except the steaming throb 
of her wet passage behind and the spewing, incestuous cock in her mouth. She 
swallowed obscenely in the perverse masochistic pleasure of subjugation to 
the horrible man who was her uncle, jerking upward into her face. 

When it was over and she still lay atop of him in what she thought must 
present the vilest of obscene sights to behold, she couldn't yet contain the 
escaping mewls and purls emitting from her own self as she nibbled gently at 
the sticky, deflated cock in her mouth. And then he was caressing the round 
smooth mounds of her buttocks and stroking her thighs affectionately. 

"It's all right, Baby," he sighed. "It's all right... No one will ever 
know... just you and me... " 

She let his prick slip from her mouth, a thin string of semen following, it 
away. Then, she rolled off him... like sliding down a great massive hill. 
She lay a moment, panting in sheer exhaustion. Then, she sat up and swung 
her feet to the floor, her back to him. 

"You hear, Baby?" he repeated. "No one will ever know. It's our secret... " 

He tried to touch her and she stood immediately moving out of his reach. She 
didn't look at him as she went to her clothes. Finally, she said: "I'll 
know... I'll always know... and that's enough shame to last a lifetime... " 

CHAPTER NINE 

If there was any feeling of guilt ever in his soul, Phillip felt it now. He 
moved around the room mechanically, quickly, paying as little attention to 
Laurie's prostrate form stretched across the bed as possible. He slipped 
into his shirt, punctured the cuff-links, then searched for the right tie. 

"You sure you won't come with me?" he said. 

Laurie didn't answer. She lay in her robe. Since she'd come back from Uncle 
Julian's, she'd lain this way... across the bed on her stomach... silent. 

"There'll be a party, you know... at the Cole-mans. It'll be late... you 
ought to come along," he said, not really meaning the invitation. Tonight, 
when it was all done, he'd get out of her life... he had no right in it. He 
stole a glance at her voluptuous form covered by the robe she wore. God, she 
was lovely. He thought of Dianne and he seemed to melt inside. He loved her! 
Yes, he did! He loved her! "Well, Laurie? Going with me?" 

His wife raised her face, laying it upon her arm. "So... Mark Coleman's been 
nominated, eh?" 

"Surprise, all right. Everyone expected the old-boy to back Bryon Acker. I 
don't know... something must've happened, Inner politics, girl, things we 
know nothing of... So... we support the nominee of the party, Mark 
Coleman... he'll be the next governor, you know." 

Laurie thought for a moment. "No, he won't," she said. 

"What?" 

"He won't. No... he won't be the next governor, Phillip," she repeated 
calmly. 

Phillip laughed. "Look... why don't you come along with me to the party. Pay 
tribute, so to speak... " 

"You pay tribute, Darling," she interrupted him, I've paid all I intend to 
pay." 

He was facing the mirror, knotting his tie. He stopped, watching her in the 
glass. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said. 

She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling no need to 
answer him. In the last few hours she had become quite resigned to the 
brutal cruelties of life. One couldn't continue to be exposed, she'd 
decided, without developing some calluses. Once in those few hours, she had 
concluded that she would tell him everything, pour her heart out to him, 
bare her soul and rid herself of her wicked burden of conscience, even beg 
his forgiveness, but that, too, had passed. Instead, had come realization 
that confession was only good for the soul when one's confessor was 
sympathetic. And he too, had used her. As yet, she wasn't certain to what 
extent, and she wasn't sure that she really wanted to know, but the fact 
remained that he had. Still, she loved him... 

"You're being damned awful mysterious," he said, interrupting her thoughts. 
He slipped on his coat and walked to the bed to stand over her. "Why won't 
you come along?" 

She looked up at him. "Because you don't want me, Phillip." 

Her statement jarred him. His mouth fell a little agape. "T - that's a hell 
of a thing to say," he said. 

"It's a hell of a way to feel," she replied levelly. 

"Damnit," he blurted, his face crimsoning lightly. "I'm beginning to think I 
understand you less everyday, Laurie." 

"Yes... " She nodded. "I agree... " She watched him awkwardly struggle for 
words. He was angry and confused. She felt there was something he wanted to 
say but couldn't. 

"Oh... oh... to hell with it... and you, too!" he spat, swung on his heels 
and walked out with a healthy slam of the door. Laurie remained motionless 
on the bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling, her mind suddenly even empty 
of thought. She couldn't cry anymore. She was devoid of any feeling. God, 
what was to become of her? She felt so desperately alone... but for some 
unknown reason she was not frightened. It was as if, suddenly, she had come 
of age... passed beyond that mile-post that separated helpless, dependent 
femininity from capable, cunning womanhood. She found that she was smiling 
to herself... a woman's cold, calculating smile... a wry expression in 
effect. A little chill passed over her at her own sudden apathy. 

She rose from the bed and walked to the bottle of bourbon that sat on the 
dresser. She poured into a water glass an inch or so of the amber-colored 
liquid and raised it to her lips. One swallow consumed half of it and she 
felt it burn in her mouth and throat and finally in her belly, its warming 
effects quickly spreading through her. She stared at herself in the mirror, 
lifting the glass once more. 

Thoughts of Jack and Beth Tierney flittered through her mind for no apparent 
reason, this followed by more of her and Phillip's lovely home... barbecues 
in the backyard... midnight swims in their neighbors' pool... God, how 
remote and unrealistic all of that seemed now'... how long, long ago, yet, 
it was only two days past... wasn't it? She'd been so certain that these 
three days were going to be the happiest in her life to date... She shook 
her head in disbelief. Was it possible? Had all of these horrible things 
truly happened to her? 

Once more, a chilling sensation caused her to shudder. She poured again into 
the glass and drank the whiskey down. It burned less the second time and she 
was beginning to feel better, less taut within. She poured yet a third and 
sipped at that, walking to a chair and curling into it. 

She supposed the Coleman party would be quite a victory celebration... 
undoubtedly with few inhibitions, judging by what she'd already come to know 
of the Senator and his charming wife. Phillip would be quite free to follow 
Dianne off into bed somewhere without his millstone-wife hanging around his 
neck... not that her presence seemed to make a great difference; it hadn't 
last night, anyway. And the good Senator, it seemed, could care less who his 
wife was tumbling... Damn his soul, she owed him plenty for what he did to 
her and let be done to her last night... then, using those filthy pictures 
to blackmail Uncle Julian. Momentarily, she wondered about the pictures and 
what would be done with them. She thought of the possibility of them falling 
into Phillip's hands and was surprised at the feeling of indifference that 
possessed her. God, was it possible that she had undergone such a mortal 
change. Her very coldness of heart startled her. 

Dear Uncle Julian had done that... destroyed the last vestige of 
clinging-vineish little girlism she possessed... taught her in essence that 
the world was a cruel, filthy place, and that survival was most definitely 
of the fittest... 

"Damn them I God damn them all!" she cursed aloud, then gulped away her 
drink. Suddenly, she burst from her chair. She wasn't about to sit around 
here and rot. To the very hell and damnation with that! She would dress; she 
would go out... she might even pick up a man and let him fuck her silly! 
Yes, by God! A new day had dawned in the life of Laurie Gates! The wraps 
were coming off! It was time that she showed them all the capabilities of 
this little girl! And that was exactly what she intended to do! 

Laurie was already a little tight when she walked into the bar off the lobby 
of the Ambassador Hotel. She'd had another straight bourbon, stiffer than 
the others, while she dressed. There'd been no actual goal in mind when she 
left their suite, descended in the elevator to the lobby, and then the 
little neon sign reading "Embassy Room" had caught her eye. It seemed as 
good of place as any to start. 

She went in and slipped onto a stool at the end of the bar. The room was 
dimly lighted, carpeted, plush and cozy, occupied mostly by men, probably 
conventioners, she thought, but there were women, too, all paired off... 
none alone like herself. She felt devilishly wild and knew that male eyes 
were following her. Wouldn't it be something if the nice barman asked her 
for her ID to prove her age? She was in violation, of course, being in there 
and under twenty-one, but it wasn't bothering her. She knew that she looked 
at least twenty-three or four. She felt quite consent and made a point of 
letting her voluptuously curved buttocks hang over the rim of the cushioned 
stool like a pouting lip. 

The barman, young himself, in his black tie and red, short jacket, smiled at 
her. "What would you like, Miss?" 

"Bourbon soda... lots of ice, please." She was sorry she hadn't taken the 
last stool in the corner. It would've given her command of the room. 
Presently, she was trying to utilize the back-bar mirror to scan the male 
faces, but it wasn't a very effective device with the array of bottles and 
shelving blocking it. She would have to think of some other method if she 
was to be successful in this escapade, she decided; either another approach 
or depend entirely on male aggressiveness. She worked her buttocks back a 
little further on the stool. 

A flash of masculine white teeth in the semi-darkness caught her eye in the 
mirror. They were handsome teeth, seemingly set in a handsome face, but she 
couldn't be sure with the lighting. Anyway, the face was studying her, eyes 
locked on her back... undoubtedly her behind and legs. She sensed a little 
shiver of pleasure. It was almost a familiar face, she thought, engaged in 
conversation with a group of men at a booth... but paying almost continual 
attention to her now. She lifted her drink and sipped. If only she dared 
turn around... smile perhaps... God, she didn't have to... he was getting to 
his feet... coming toward her now... Lord, it was Bryon Acker! "Mrs. 
Gates... " he said, moving between her and the next stool to stand, smiling. 
"How come you're not at the victory celebration?" 

"Nothing to celebrate, Mr. Acker," she said, with a pleasant smile of her 
own. She had turned toward him, was looking directly into his eyes... nice 
dark-eyes, she thought... actually, a handsome man in a rugged, outdoorsy 
way, attractive grey temples, clean smile... she'd never noticed before. 

"You're not a Coleman supporter then?" 

"I'm not politically minded I'm afraid," she replied easily. He was still 
smiling, his eyes on her lips, reminding her that the soft indirect lighting 
would be playing there, causing an attractive jewel-like glitter against the 
thin layer of lip-rouge. She wet them tantalizingly with the tip of her 
small tongue. 

"That sounds strange coming from one of a political family," he said, his 
eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "I'm sure your husband and uncle are not in 
accord with you!" 

"You'd be quite right, Mr. Acker," said Laurie, tilting her head 
provocatively. "But then, I suddenly find that my husband and uncle are in 
accord with me on very few, if, any things." 

"Oh? And that's why you're here... all alone?" 

"It is." 

"Family squabble?" 

Laurie shrugged pretty shoulders. "It's not important" she said. "Why don't 
you join me in a drink?": He nodded. "I'd like that," he said, slipping up 
onto the vacant stool beside her. "I've already had too much, but how can I 
resist such a charming invitation? Have you had dinner?" 

"No... but I don't believe I want any," she said, letting her eyes play over 
his handsome face. "I think I'm too full of wildness tonight to waste time 
eating." 

"Hmmmm, so you've been drinking, too." 

"A little... but I feel wonderfully mellow... How do you feel?" 

"Better... since I've seen and talked to you," he replied, gazing levelly at 
her. 

Laurie experienced another pleasant little ingle rippling through her, and 
then a second sensation of compassion for this man's feelings it what they 
had done to him. God, it suddenly occurred to her, what would he think of 
her if he knew the part she'd unwittingly played in losing the nomination 
for him? Yet, Uncle Julian had said he would stop the Colemans, but he 
hadn't... still, she couldn't believe he'd given up so easily... not Uncle 
Julian. 

"I - I know how you must feel, Mr. Acker... " she started to console him and 
he interrupted. 

"Bryon," he said. "Let's drop the Mr. and Mrs. bit. Bryon and...?" 

" 

"Laurie." 

"Laurie," he repeated. "Rolls nicely off the tongue... As for how I feel... 
one must learn to lose gracefully... but it's harder than hell when you're 
certain you've been swindled, Laurie." 

She couldn't resist touching his hand in consolation, placing her small soft 
one on top of his larger, tanned, muscular one. "Don't give up, Bryon," she 
said softly, her eyes searching his deeply. "I have a feeling that it's all 
going to work out to your advantage before it's over." 

He grinned. "That sounds real palatable," he said. "Does that feeling 
somehow include you in the picture?" 

Laurie felt the warmth creeping into her face. She smiled, her excitement 
obvious. "It might," she said softly. "I - I think it could." 

She could hear his breathing even above the hum and hustle in the room, see 
the glint of lust flicker briefly in his dark eyes. 

"Let's get out of here," he said huskily. "Where would you like to go?" 

"The party... at the Coleman's... if you'll take me" she said, realizing for 
the first time that she wanted to flaunt this man in front of her husband, 
in front of all of them before she set their world on its cockeyed tail. 

Byron Acker smiled broadly. "All right" he said, slipping from the stool. 
"It sounds like one hell of a wild idea to me. I'm game if you are." 

Laurie laughed and he helped her off to her feet. She ran her arm through 
his possessively. "Come on, Darling," she said gaily. "Let's have a ball 
tonight." 

In his car, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her, smoothing his big 
hand over her back and down to her round full buttocks as he pulled her 
tight to him. She slipped her tiny tongue into the warmth of his mouth and 
then he did the same to her while she sucked gently on it. His hand moved to 
her breast to caress and stroke there and with her own she felt down between 
them, her nails tracing the length of his already erect penis. 

"Christ," he gasped, "I'm going to fuck you... you know that, don't you?" 

"Oh yes, Darling... I want you to... but the Coleman's first...?" 

"All right... the Coleman's first. I think I can wait that long... but don't 
be surprised if I screw you right in the middle of their floor." 

Laurie giggled into his mouth. "Wonderful! I think I'd love that." 

"Y - You little hot-pants imp, you," he rasped, kissing her once more. Then, 
he forced himself away from her and started the engine. "Come on, let's go 
blow the lid off their godamned party!" 

CHAPTER TEN 

Phillip had never seen anything like it before. It no longer fell under the 
label of victory celebration; it was an out and out Bacchanalia. A rather 
plumpish woman had climbed onto a table in the center of the room and had 
stripped naked except for garter-belt, stockings and heels. Drunkenly, she 
was attempting to dance, the heavy, fleshy pendulums of her brown tipped 
breasts swaying and jouncing with her contortions, the layered, unsmooth 
chunkiness of her buttocks and thighs rippling and jostling unappetizingly. 
More drunken couples lay on the floor at her feet, laughing and clapping 
their hands in unison rhythm as she tried to bump and grind to their tempo. 
Vulgarly, she increased her efforts, spurred on by her audience, obscenely 
spreading her legs as she thrust her broad, black, hair-bushed pelvis in 
lewd, suggestive stabs, the wide aperture splitting her crotch as visible 
and repulsive to him as her gaping mouth. Someone had handed her a man's 
straw hat with a paper band around it that read "Coleman For Governor" and 
she donned that. 

Christ, he thought, what in hell am I doing here? Victory celebration? God, 
it was deteriorating into a complete debauchery! He was no prude, but there 
were limits; He stood near the doorway staring at the sprawled couples 
around the room and on the floor. Some were locked in lewd embraces, hands 
disappearing under skirts and inside the fronts of trousers. The next steps, 
he supposed, were to the bedrooms... and no one seemed to be with his or her 
own wife or husband... A hand touched his arm and he jumped, startled it was 
Dianne.. smiling. 

"A real gem, isn't she? Carla Morse, the County-Attorney's wife," Dianne 
said, shaking her head. "Lord, if I had a body like that I'd never show it 
to anyone." 

"It's disgusting," said Phillip. "Where's Mark? Does he sanction this sort 
of thing?" 

"Ooooh, don't get all worked up, Darling," she teased. "They're just blowing 
off a little steam after working so hard for the cause. No harm done; 
besides, it's these little episodes that help me keep them in line whenever 
they get goodie-goodie reformation ideas. I show them a few pictures of 
themselves taken during their less inhibited moments. It work wonders, 
Darling." 

Phillip stared at her. Her lovely face was widened in smile. He said: 
"Where's Mark? I can't believe that he agrees with this sort... " 

"Mark agrees with what I tell him to agree with, Lover," she answered him, a 
certain iciness creeping into her tone and eyes. "Anyway," she shrugged, 
"He's drunk as usual. You'll find him passed out in the study." 

"Drunk?" 

"Quite." After a moment, her expression warmed again. She caught at his 
hand. "Now, come with me. Let's get away from this proletarian rabble for a 
little quiet chat and session of our own, Darling. I'm beginning to feel the 
need for some love and affection, aren't you?" 

"I - I don't know what I feel... after seeing this miserable exhibition," he 
said, his brow furrowed. Thoughts of Laurie came to mind, followed 
immediately by a brief interval of confused shame. Cripes, did he know what 
he was doing, or didn't he? 

"Come along... we'll have a drink," Dianne said, leading him off toward the 
stairway and second floor. "I think we both need it." 

He let her guide him to her bedroom. Once inside the closed door she put her 
arms around his neck and pressed close to him eagerly. Her pelvis, thighs, 
breasts ground hotly into him: she kissed him with open mouth. It was all he 
needed. He drew her to him and his lips came moistly down on hers, drawing 
them into his mouth and then crushing them back against her teeth. He held 
it long and hard, abruptly feeling the spasmodic jerk where his loins 
pressed into the soft flesh of her belly. Already, his prick was erect and 
wanting. Fuck, he thought, what else mattered, anyway? 

She reached down between their bodies and stroked his trousers covered rod 
lustfully. "Mmmmm," she whispered. "It feels nice and hard and beautiful 
tonight, Lover. I... I think I'm going to suck it first... yes, as a matter 
of fact, I'm certain of it. Come, let's get our clothes off... or would you 
rather have that drink instead?" 

She was teasing him. He crushed her to him and kissed her again, the feel of 
her voluptuous body erotically against his own aiding his answers. 

"To hell with the drink," he said, raspily. "I like your other idea better." 

"You mean, the one where I take your delicious cock in my mouth and suck the 
love juice right out of it?" she whispered, her breath hot in his face. 

"Christ!" he gasped, his prick beginning to jerk achingly inside his 
imprisoning shorts. "Get those godamned clothes off!" And he began to pull 
at his own. 

The leased Coleman house was large enough to support a four-car garage and 
ample parking area around it. Byron Acker found a place there and switched 
off the lights and engine. In the darkness, Laurie looked over at him; she 
could make out only his outline. He was moving toward her across the seat. 
She waited receptively, anticipating. He drew her gently to him and kissed 
her. Little sparkles of pleasure trickled through her. His was not the first 
alien kiss she had ever known, but she couldn't recall ever desiring one 
more... the very excitement of its infidelity causing her to tremble. 

Once more, his big hands moved caressingly over her breasts and buttocks and 
thighs. Boldly, she traced the rigidness of his prick with her fingers, 
shivering at its length and thickness, and she felt the sudden tensing in 
her breasts as the nipples were smashed tight against his chest. 

"God,... I can't wait, Baby... I've got to fuck you!" he hissed, and 
suddenly she felt his hand moving beneath her dress between her thighs, even 
upward beyond the tips of her nylons, over the soft hot flesh of her creamy 
smooth inner thighs. She couldn't... didn't want to stop him. Slowly, she 
spread open to his exploring hand. She felt its gentle warmth pressure 
against the sheerness of her panties at the delicately pouting mound, 
lurching spasmodically at the contact. She lay back into the corner of the 
seat, pulling him atop of her. 

"Christ!" he gasped. "Is it all right, Baby? Please... I don't want to do 
anything wrong... " 

"Wrong... ? Darling... ," she whispered, taking his face between her hands 
and kissing his mouth with a warm, wet, open lips. "Y - You couldn't do 
anything wrong to me tonight." 

"God Almighty," he groaned. She felt his hands, both of them now, moving 
over her hips in search of the waistband of her panties. Everything... all, 
was being done in unbroken continuity; she felt like a young girl being 
seduced for the first time by her one true love. She was wild with the 
pleasurable excitement of it, knowing that she would die if he ever stopped 
now. She whimpered and lifted her buttocks to help him as he rolled the snug 
little bikini briefs down over her hips and along her thighs until she was 
free of them. She spread her legs wider and he slithered half onto the seat 
and floor between them. His mouth sought hers, his tongue probing wetly 
between her lips; she sucked on it gently, letting her body flow upward into 
his in the darkness. 

And then, he was kissing her eyes and nose and ears and neck, gradually 
moving down away from her toward the naked heat smothering her loins spread 
so receptively before him, her dress bunched around her waist, her belly 
tingling with the thought of the rapture to come. She moaned aloud as his 
hands slid beneath her buttocks and his mouth kissed and sucked at the soft 
smooth flesh of her belly... ever moving downward... into the light 
entanglement of her silken, pubic hair. Tenderly, he nipped and lewd 
sensations bathed her. 

In his two hands he held the magnificent cheeks of her full rounded 
buttocks. His thumbs curled down between her legs and lay on either side of 
the soft hair-lined flanges of her cunt. God, how he wished he could 
visualize with seeing eye this delectable sight. She moaned in 
anticipation... 

Christ, she was so young and lovely... taut, smooth and warm... he was going 
to go out of his mind if he didn't take her soon. 

Tenderly, he pressed her thighs wide, wide apart and Laurie felt him 
haunching there; her breath shortened until she whined as she sensed his 
skilled fingers spreading the fleshy, light hair-covered lips of her vagina 
open, and the cool air seeped in against her there. She waited breathlessly 
until his tongue suddenly flicked into her, the wet tip licking teasingly 
against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb wildly. She felt 
his thumbs lowering and then he pressed the opening of her vagina wide 
apart; once more she held her breath while his tongue trailed down through 
the moist throbbing slit... and suddenly shot into the hot, raw flesh of her 
pussy. 

Laurie squirmed uncontrollably at the sudden, wet contact, automatically 
reaching down to run her hands through his hair, locking behind his head to 
pull his face hard into her crotch. She felt his tongue rotating maddeningly 
inside her and she moaned and cooed aloud to him. 

"Oooohhhh... it's beautiful, Darling... beautiful. Harder, my precious. Do 
it harder for me!" 

"No," he said abruptly, raising his head. "All of that's later. I only 
wanted you to know what it means to me... how much I love it... and you, 
tonight anyway." 

"Ooohhh... yes, Darling," she gasped. "I understand. Tonight's our night, 
isn't it? Yes... yes... let's not do anything to spoil it. That was 
beautiful, Lover. But now... come up here and fuck me. "Hurry!" 

He whimpered to himself and moved up over her on the car seat, loosening his 
pants and freeing his rock-hard prick. He crawled above her face and kissed 
her. She tasted her own self on his lips and tongue, causing further 
sensations of delight to spiral through her. 

"Christ," he said. "You're so young... so goddamned young. Just a child... 
beautiful and delicious." 

"I'm your child tonight, Bryon... young, excited, and wanting to learn about 
love," she answered truthfully. 

"You have a husband," he hissed. 

"Not really... just a boy who's all involved now. Part of this is for him... 
I think. Tonight, before it's all over, we'll know." 

"It's all insane," Byron said. "You know I have a wife and children back in 
Rio Lado. You understand that, don't you?" 

"I understand even more than that... even more than you know, Byron, 
Darling," Laurie whispered to him. "You'll be the next governor of this 
state... please believe me. I know what I'm saying. Before this night's 
over, it'll be settled... I'm certain of it. But right now, Darling... love 
me, will you?" 

"Oh shit!" he blurted, crawling up over her. 

God, she wanted it so bad... and then it came... the smooth round head 
probing, slipping up between the spread lips of her hungry vagina... up and 
down... up and down... separating entangled hair, insinuating, seating 
itself... until it slowly, delectably, moved into her... up and up and up... 
almost never ending... filling her to enchanting capacity. 

Momentarily, he rocked above her, allowing her to acclimate to his presence 
inside her palpitating cunt; he used short, baby strokes at first, and then 
her body reacted of its own volition. Slowly, as he increased his pace and 
the length of his stroke, Laurie sensed her whole being responding willingly 
and she squirmed and writhed beneath him. 

"Darling," she rasped once more. "Oh Darling!" She lost herself in the 
increasing long, raking, pistoning movements of his plunging cock... ever, 
ever digging into her as if he were trying to bury the lower half of himself 
inside her. Dear mercy, her vagina seemed all-consuming, incredibly 
canaverous and naked, the pressure already rising to the boiling point, a 
pinnacle she couldn't wait to achieve. 

"Fuck!" he blurted. "It's too much... too much! My balls'll burst!" 

"My sweet, , . my lover... my darling," she whimpered in agony, and then she 
convulsed beneath him, clinging to him as if she were in the middle of the 
ocean going down for the third time, crashing her crotch up against his 
driving rod of iron flesh... the flood sweeping over her, up from her loins 
and thighs toward her breasts in a mad, mad release, the excruciating, agony 
of bliss blowing the breath from her like a gigantic fist striking her in 
the belly. She screamed. 

Once, twice, three times, she gave forth her cries of animal ecstasy, 
jerking convulsively under him for a long time while his gasps grew hoarser 
and hoarser, his' strokes slower and more forceful, until he breathed one, 
long low exclamation and, his prick penetrated her womb and she clasped her 
arms around him passionately, holding him while he shot a stream of hot, 
white sperm into her eagerly, anticipating and receptive loins. 

They lay for a long while, then, smoked a cigarette before straightening up 
and going inside. 

Somewhere along the way, unbeknownst' to him where or when... only that it 
was positively so... Phillip had become obsessed with the ideas that he was 
playing the puppet. Even as she sucked ravenously at his lust-hardened shaft 
the thought besieged him, a puppet, like her husband... "Mark agrees with 
what I tell him to agree with... " that even his genitals were no longer his 
own, but completely possessed by her... this lovely blonde creature who had 
bewitched him as long as he could remember. He lay on his back watching her 
haunched between his spread legs, her long silken hair teasing at his belly 
and thighs, her pink-tipped hard-nippled breasts swaying and dancing as her 
head bobbed up and down over him. An uncontrollable chill stiffened his body 
as he thought of what she was doing, and he watched the elasticity of her 
lips around the wet, sensitive flesh, feeling the warm moist-ness of her 
mouth and tongue... her tongue that was laving the underside of the 
sensitive head of his prick imprisoned beyond her ovaled, sucking lips. 

He couldn't contain the occasional groans emitting from deep in his chest, 
yet even in his ecstasy he suddenly realized that whatever sorcery she had 
once held him with, the spell was broken, her charisma gone. It struck him 
as an abrupt awakening, seemingly telegraphing a jolting shock through his 
whole nervous system. He gaped down at her lust-contorted face with the 
protruding lips descending nearly entire length of the wet, glistening staff 
of his cock, her hands dropping to cup and massage the soft, velvety skin of 
his hair-covered balls affectionately, while the other pinched gently with 
thumb and forefinger at the base of the pulsating organ. Then, she began to 
suck steadily, rhythmically, up and down and with a little twisting motion 
of her swirling tongue on the upstroke, flicking its tip maddeningly in and 
around its tiny orifice and causing him to tense his loins and raise his 
head, her grotesque sucking mouth instigating a feeling of mild revulsion to 
blend with the sensations of lust she had aroused in him. 

He'd been a fool... a blind fool! He'd betrayed the love of his beautiful 
sweet Laurie for this evil, power-hungry bitch! Oh God... he hoped it wasn't 
too late... He tried to think, but she'd begun to suck harder, nipping now 
and then with her small white teeth, and he couldn't contain the grunts of 
carnal delight rolling from his lips. Suddenly, she slipped her hands 
beneath his buttocks, cupping his ass-cheeks in her small palms, raising his 
loins up tighter to her face, her tongue lashing at his prick furiously. A 
sadistic desire to hurt her, destroy her, suddenly overwhelmed him. He 
rammed his pelvis up at her face and watched his cock disappear into her 
throat as she plunged her mouth down onto it acceptingly with a tormenting 
hum that vibrated to the very depths of his bowels. 

His brain whirled in erotic confusion. "Vaguely, he'd hoped that she might 
choke, but she didn't, only the continuing blissful sucking and the rising 
and falling of her head, the pink ridges of flesh pulling from her mouth as 
her lips clung possessively to his prick, her tits jouncing, swinging . as 
she labored over him, tiny beads of moisture forming on the sides of her 
soft, voluptuous body, the hot breaths from her nostrils taunting the hairs 
of his pelvis as she lowered her head, absorbing his throbbing cock into her 
throat cannibalistically... bobbing up and down, up and down... sucking 
insanely, as if to draw the very marrow from his bones... until tiny 
cyclones of seething pressure began to build in his balls, and he stiffened 
and thrust his cock up at her driving it even further into her moist, 
sucking mouth. 

"Oh Christ, you bitch!" he blurted viciously. "Suck it, damn you! Harder! 
Harder!" And he clenched his teeth and drew his lips back savagely... 
because... because here it comes! He was going to come right in her whore 
mouth! He groaned gutturally, his throat and mouth torturously dry as his 
pumping balls began to force the hot, thick sperm in wild jerking spurts up 
through the shaft to spew spasmodically from its tip in long white streams, 
causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she swallowed rapidly the thick 
deluging gushes to keep from choking. He wound his hands in her hair with 
brutal force as she continued to suck frantically and he shot his hot semen 
deep into her hollowing throat, clutching at her head, finally locking his 
fingers behind it and ramming his squirting prick even further and further 
into her receptive gullet... until at last, he was empty, letting free and 
falling back while she coughed and gasped to catch her breath... still, she 
continued to suck, but gently now as his member fell limp, deflating in her 
mouth while she drew and licked the last drop from it. 

"That's it," he said, his voice hoarse, raspy from the dryness of his 
throat. "I - It's all over, Dianne... that was the finale... the finish... 
the bloody, fucking end." 

Slowly, she raised to her knees, brushing her long hair back, her tiny pink 
tongue flicking out to ensnare a thin string of his sperm that had dribbled 
from the corner of her mouth. She stared at him blankly. "Wh - What's that 
supposed to mean?" 

He jerked his legs from around her and swung about to sit up on the side of 
the bed. He didn't look at her. He said: Exactly what you're afraid it 
means... I'm through... leaving... checking out, while I've still got a 
piece of my soul left... before you get all the strings attached to my hands 
and feet the way you almost did to my prick. I've had it, Dianne... woke up, 
so's to speak. Puppet number two is leaving you." 

He might have struck her a blow with his fist, the effects would have been 
the same. Momentarily, Dianne just knelt there, rotating back on her 
haunches, her mouth dropping open loosely, her eyes gaping in disbelief. "Y 
- You're insane," she half whispered. "You don't know what you're saying... 
" 

"That's where you're mistaken," he replied confidently. "For the first 
goddamned time, I do know what I'm saying. I'm like the drug-user who's 
finally and triumphantly kicked the habit. I'm cured, Baby, cured of you." 

Phillip arose, walking toward his clothes and Dianne came of the bed like a 
wild, wounded cat. She caught at his arm, her long nails raking his flesh as 
she tried to spin him around to face her. 

"Goddamn you!" she spat. "Just who do you think you are, anyway? Whatever 
gave you the idea you could walk out on me? You... you little two-bit 
ballot-box stuffer! Nobody... but nobody talks to me that way, and 
especially you." Her face contorted, twisted evilly into a maniacal leer the 
likes of which he could never have imagined possible. "So... you've finally 
woken up... going back to that sweet little bitch you're married to, eh... ? 
Well now, let me enlighten you somewhat there, too... " 

Her almost insane rage had taken Phillip aback. He hadn't expected her to be 
overjoyed, but this performance... He watched her storm to a dresser drawer, 
pull out an envelope and nakedly stomp back toward him, a wicked sneer 
masking her face. She thrust the envelope at him. 

"Brace yourself, Darling," she hissed. "I'm afraid you're in for a shock." 

Phillip couldn't believe it! Quickly, he shuffled through the horrible 
pictures, dwelling only seconds on each, unable to cope with the vile 
abominations each print reflected up at him. Dear Jesus! It couldn't be 
true! It couldn't! Not his sweet, shy Laurie... ! Yet, there she was, naked 
between two men, her face an expression of raw lust, their pricks fucking 
into her mouth and cunt... ! 

"I - I can't believe it," he gasped, looking up at her blankly. "Wh - 
Where... how... ? My God." 

"Pretty aren't they, Darling? Never knew that you had such a talented wife, 
now, did you?" 

"I - I just don't understand... " Phillip babbled. He walked to a chair and 
sat down in it heavily, hardly aware of his nakedness any longer. 

Dianne moved to the chair-arm and sat down beside him. She slipped an arm 
around his neck and drew his head against her firm naked breast. 

"Don't you see, Darling?" she half-whispered. "It's you and me all of the 
way. We belong to each other and always have. Together, we can go on to 
great things... no limit, my sweet. I can make you governor one day, maybe 
even President." 

Phillip sat in stunned silence, barely hearing her words. His world had 
surely and utterly collapsed. His own sweet, beautiful Laurie... Dear God... 
he loved her... loved her! 

"I'm pregnant, Phillip... with your child," Dianne said softly. "We must 
plan for that now." 

Those words filtered through to him... registered. He withdrew his face from 
her grasp and looked up at her. Slowly, it dawned upon him how well she had 
set her traps, how much she intended holding him. Then, he smiled... until 
finally, he laughed at her. 

"So, you're pregnant... and with my child, eh?" he spoke softly. 

She, too, smiled. "Yes, Darling. Isn't it wonderful...?" 

"It would be... if it were possible, Dianne," he said evenly, still smiling, 
but the expression slowly fading. "You see, I can't father any children... 
the unfortunate result of the operation on my thing. Remember, dear? Months 
of antibiotics and other medication had its reaction. I'm as sterile as a 
hospital laboratory. No... it seems as if you'll have to tag someone else 
for the job... maybe even your husband, eh?" 

Dianne stared at him for a long moment, an obvious feeling of disaster 
slowly taking hold of her. "Y - You're lying." 

Phillip stood. "Well, that should be easy to establish... if necessary," he 
said, smiling. 

She hadn't moved, only continued to gaze blankly at him. "Dear God... dear 
God! It can't be Mark's. It just can't be!" 

"Well... you'd know best about that," Phillip shrugged. "I hope for your 
sake you've kept some kind of record... " 

"My God! It can't be Mark's! Don't you understand?" she wailed, her hands 
suddenly clutching at her face. "Oh no, no, no, no... " 

"Oh, I shouldn't think it would be quite that bad," he said as he pulled on 
his shorts. "Wives have children by their husbands every day... " 

"Shut up!" she screamed, leaping to her feet, tears streaming down her 
cheeks. "My God... I don't want to have an imbecile! You understand? I'd 
kill myself first!" 

"What the hell are you talking about... an imbecile? Are you out of 
your...?" 

"Listen to me! Mark's... grandfather and grandmother... were brother and 
sister!" she managed, once more covering her face and dropping into the 
chair where he had sat. "Now... now, do you understand?" 

Phillip didn't answer. He merely stared at her. There was nothing to say, 
absolutely nothing that he could do... only get out of there, find Laurie... 
and crawl on his knees to her. Maybe... Oh God, just maybe, she would 
forgive him for what he was, and for what he had driven her to. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Laurie clung tightly to the arm of Byron Acker. She had never before 
witnessed an all out sex orgy, but the City Councilman had; he belonged to 
the swap-circle of the Rio Lado Country Club. She. had never realized that 
the sight of other couples engaged in lewd sex could set her off so. Their 
own little escapade in the car, although temporarily fulfilling, had hardly 
sated her aroused passion, and now as they moved through the house looking 
for Phillip, stumbling onto pairs and trios and groups involved in every 
form of carnal pleasure, she sensed a decided rekindling in her loins. 

They found Mark Coleman naked, drunk and passed out on the floor of the 
study, Tonya Faro in similar condition beside him, his limp penis in her 
hand, and just inches, from her shining, semen smeared lips. She stirred, 
made a little groan, while Byron built Laurie and himself a drink at the 
small bar; then he kissed his young companion, holding her tight to him, 
running his hands up beneath her dress to cup her bare buttocks, her panties 
still on the front seat of his automobile. 

"Damn!" he hissed against her mouth. "I'm just going to have to fuck you 
again, little girl." 

"Yes... yes... but not yet," she whispered, pressing her pelvis and thighs 
tight against the rigidity of his swollen organ inside his trousers. "I've 
got to find Phillip first. I've got to know for sure what's between Dianne 
Coleman and him... " -"I'll wager it's his prick," Byron punned. 

"That's what I have to be certain of," she said. blushing, biting at her 
full lower lip. "You understand, don't you, Byron?" 

"Of course, Baby... but do you think you can take it?" 

It seemed to Laurie by all that was normal she should be heart-broken, but 
she wasn't and knew that regardless of what she learned or saw now, she 
wouldn't be. Instead, she found herself smiling eagerly at her escort. "Come 
on," she urged, pulling him by the hand. "I want to see it with my own 
eyes." 

And she did. Eventually, they found them on the bed of a second-floor room, 
Phillip on his back naked with Dianne on all fours between his legs, his 
thick glistening cock disappearing far up into her greedily sucking mouth. 
Byron had twisted the knob of the door silently, then nodded his head in the 
affirmative and she'd moved closer to see; Truly, she hadn't been prepared 
for the shock it gave her, had only guessed that she would be. Instead, the 
tears had dribbled uncontrollably down her cheeks, but then as she continued 
to watch the beautiful blonde girl's sweating labors while she sucked 
furiously at Phillip's angry-hard rod, she felt her armpits growing hot and 
moist and the excitement increasing at the juncture point between her 
thighs. 

"Christ, look at her go!" Byron exclaimed into her ear from behind, his arm 
around her waist, his hardened phallus insinuated between her buttocks 
hotly, only the thin material of their clothes separating their incited 
flesh. "Can you suck a cock like that, Baby?" 

Laurie sensed her face growing hot at the lewd question, but she knew he 
hadn't meant it as an insult. "I - I'm not sure... but I'll try," she 
whispered back to him, unconsciously undulating her bottom tightly against 
his throbbing prick. 

"Damn!" he rasped. "Come on... I can't take anymore of this!" 

"Wait," she said, unable yet to fully cope with the confused emotions the 
spectacle taking place on the bed was causing her. Even though the lewd, 
wicked act of the voluptuous girl sucking feverishly at Phillip's cock... 
her head bobbing up and down over him... the length of his wet shaft 
disappearing right into- her throat between her ovaled, clasped lips until 
only a fraction of it remained visible at its thick, white base... even 
though this lust-inciting sight was causing the blood to race through her 
veins with sensuous pruriency, there was also rage and hate churning inside 
her, rage at the thought of the adulterous performance and the way Phillip 
had duped her. and hate for this blonde bitch who had managed to lure her 
husband away so easily. And then, above all, there was vengeance! 
Retribution! Someway, somehow, she had to repay him... make him suffer as he 
had her... and in kind! Oh yes, it had to be in kind... with her body... 
right before his very eyes! Suddenly, she turned to face Byron Acker as he 
eased the door closed. 

"I want you to do it to me again!" she half-whispered, vehemently. 
"Anything... anyway you want... " 

"Christ!" he gasped. "Come on, let's find a place... quick... " 

"Wait. I want to go back there where we saw those four couples downstairs! t 
want to join them... take on everyone and anyone in the goddamned house, do 
you hear? All of them!" 

For the first time, Byron saw the tears in her eyes. He tried to take her 
into his arms, but she refused. "Listen, Baby, you don't know what you're 
saying... " 

"I goddamn sure do!" she swore at him. "And I want you to be positive that 
Phillip knows and sees. Do you understand me, Byron?" 

"Now listen, Honey," he tried again. "You're not being reasonable. You don't 
know what you're saying. Please, let's just you and I... " 

"Byron! I mean what I'm saying!" die snapped at him sharply. "Now, if you 
want to be first you better come now, because I'm going downstairs and open 
up shop. If being a common whore is the secret to getting ahead in this 
world, then, I'm going to get my share. Now!" 

And with that, she spun away and stormed off. It only took him a second to 
catch up with her, Six men and two women stood around the couple on the 
blanket in the center of the living-room floor. All were naked and the men's 
excited shafts jutted out from their loins like an assemblage of raised 
spears. The women gaped in salacious delight at the beautiful, 
reddish-blonde haired girl who lay on her back, her round, full, cream-white 
thighs spread wide in their raised position, ankles locked over the back of 
the man fucking into her... Byron Acker. Her lovely head flailed from side 
to side, tossing the long shoulder-length hair wildly, her eyes closed in 
her ecstasy as the thwarted candidate's huge, thick cock plunged in wet, 
delicious rhythm between the tight, pouting flanges of the sparse 
hair-covered split in her blonde fleecy loins. Suddenly, one of the female 
onlookers dropped to her knees and chose a prick to suck into her mouth, 
while the other lowered herself to the floor to watch more closely the 
delightful penetration of the massive cudgel into the small, moist hole 
between the young girl's wildly squirming legs. 

"Who the hell is she?" someone asked. 

"Judge Reed's niece... Phillip Gates' wife," replied another, manipulating 
the heavy outer layer of skin along his own shaft, wild sensations of lust 
soaring through him. 

"Christ... she's beautiful!" said the first one. "Look at that ass... and 
those tits. Man, I'm going to have a piece of that." 

"You'll take your goddamned turn," barked the second, still massaging his 
aching prick. "I'm next... and when I get through with her, she'll be ready 
for a long nap." 

"That's the fucking trouble with you, Seybor, you let your mouth and ego do 
all your screwing instead of your pecker... at least, that's what my wife 
says," number one commented, grinning. "Why don't you just save your energy 
for the job ahead of you, eh?" 

"Go to hell!" spat Seybor, while the others laughed. 

The woman who lay on the blanket beside Laurie and Byron was a revived Tonya 
Faro. She'd left the unconscious drunken form of Mark Coleman for more 
exciting grounds. She lay beside the two of them, caressing the swollen 
nipples of Laurie's heaving breasts. Then, with one hand she reached between 
Byron's legs to grasp the hot slipperiness of his plunging prick. The heat 
and thickness of it as it pounded in and out of the young girl's cunt 
aroused a sensation of liquid fire inside her and she began to run her 
finger in along side the driving rod of flesh, feeling it slip hotly back 
and forth against the length of the probing digit. 

Laurie was in another world... one of sheer bliss, and her body was lifting 
and jerking, entirely out of control now and her gasps of pleasure were 
rolling from her lips. 

"Oh... Oooohhhh, yes, Darling! Aaahhhh! Yes... yesssss!" 

Tonya carefully moved her hand around until she withdrew her finger and put 
her thumb in its place. It's been a long time since she'd seen a girl gone 
animal in this fashion. With her free forefinger she edged her way down 
between the crevice of Laurie's buttocks until she felt the tiny, puckered 
circle of her working anus. 

Laurie's hips squirmed wildly at the touch of Tonya's finger, as if 
frightened by the thought of what was to come. But gently, Tonya began to 
slowly insert the tip of her finger into the tight opening, probing almost 
imperceptibly deeper and deeper into the snug warmth of the tight, rubbery 
hole. Then, through the thin tissue of hot flesh separating Laurie's cunt 
and rectum, she was able to feel the furious thrusting of Byron Acker's cock 
pummeling against the pressing contact of her thumb. 

Whatever was going on in her asshole, Laurie wanted it! The mere idea of her 
debasement beneath this man and in front of all the others was fulfilling 
her warped desire to hurt her husband. She would show him now and forever 
the very depths of her vengeance! He'd cry at her feet... beg her to forgive 
him! Oh God... what that finger was doing... delving into the tender 
softness of her rectum... and it was being done so gently, so very, very 
gently. There was no pain, but instead, an erotic sensation of pleasure... 
increasing with the probing depths of the magnificent cock fucking into her. 

She couldn't stand it much longer. It was too much! Suddenly, she felt as if 
she were falling into a great open abyss... and the tiny wells in her vagina 
opened to flood the cock burrowing into her and she screamed and came and 
screamed and came while Byron hung tight to her and squirted his sperm deep 
into her belly... yet, the fire wouldn't go out and she looked up wantingly 
at the masculine faces and amassment of rock-hard cocks surrounding her. And 
they came, one after the other, until she lost count and her cunt felt like 
a numbed, unbelievable passageway into nothingness as in one's and two's and 
then three's they climbed atop of her to shoot their sperm into her 
receptive sanctuary, and she waited and waited, accepting them, sucking some 
even as she fucked others, absorbing them, feeling their hot, white liquid 
sperm saturating her lips and loins... her inner thighs... her very pores 
drenched in their milky, viscous juices... and finally he came and saw, 
crying out in deep soul-felt anguish. 

It had come to pass. 

Phillip stood in the archway, staggering to the right where the jamb itself 
caught him. He stared in utter disbelief. Byron Acker moved up beside him, 
placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"You love her?" he questioned. 

"Oh... oh Christ, yes! But what good is that now?" Phillip exclaimed, gaping 
at the driving muscular buttocks of the man who was furiously fucking into 
his very own sweet Laurie. 

"She's teaching you a lesson, boy. That's all. She loves you, Phil. If you 
want her, go take her... but do it powerfully. You understand? Powerfully ! 
It's your only hope now." 

Phillip turned to him and saw that his eyes were sincere. Byron Acker... 
Christ, he was trying to help. He felt his hands suddenly, unconsciously 
pulling at his own belt, unloosening it. He began kicking of his clothes, 
and simultaneously, his mind was filled with what he would do to her. He 
loved her! Loved her! She had to be made to know what that meant! Love! Damn 
her beautiful voluptuous body... he was about to teach her... to show her 
what love really was! 

Laurie lay in near exhaustion waiting for the next one. Phillip had seen her 
and gone; it hadn't developed as she had foreseen it. He didn't care! 
Then... neither did she! She'd fuck everyone in the house! It made no 
difference to her anymore! Let them come... let them spill their vile semen 
into her belly... into her womb and impregnate her... She just didn't care 
any longer... 

Someone was turning her over and she let them. She rolled onto her stomach 
willingly. At least; this would be a diversion. 

"Get up on your knees!" 

The voice in her ears was familiar. She started to make a move, but 
evidently was too slow. A hard, stinging slap caught her across the 
buttocks. 

"I said, get up on your knees, wife!" 

A tremble ran through her. The voice was undeniable. It was Phillip's. She 
started to creep, away from him, throw herself over. Even in the pleasure of 
knowing he had finally come to her, she could not submit. Now, she could 
hate him, insult him, belittle him in front of everyone... "Bitch!" he 
barked, cracking her bottom unmercifully hard. "I said to climb onto your 
knees! You either do as you're told or I'll slap the wicked hell out of you 
right here before everyone, you hear? So... you wanted to play the slut, eh? 
All right, now I'm going to show you what a slut's husband does to her... 
when he loves her! Get up on your knees!" 

Laurie hesitated only a moment longer. Her heart pounded; she sensed it all 
the way to her naked loins. She climbed onto her knees, bent before him, and 
waited... at last feeling him moving in behind her. 

She shivered, suddenly feeling the length of his prick pointing downward 
between her buttocks to rub against the tight, moist slit of her vagina. 

"All right, wife... take it in your hand... wet it if you like... then, 
place it up against this nice, tight,, hairless round hole in your ass. Now, 
girl... now!" 

Laurie held her breath and in sudden fear reached in under between her legs 
to grasp the fleshy, rigid cock pressing into her buttocks and pussy. She 
recoiled instantly as her fingers wrapped around it and its size along with 
what he intended to do with it dawned with dreaded certainty. 

"Oh, God, Phillip... no, please! I can't take it there! It's too big!" she 
pleaded. 

"Place it, I said!" he snarled, digging his fingers harshly into the tops of 
her thighs. 

Laurie winced from the pain of his gouging fingers, gritted her teeth and 
with thumb and forefinger, pressed the large bulbous head against the small 
tight ring of her naked anus. She felt the cords of his lean thighs tauten 
against the soft tender backs of her own as he strained forward. Then, his 
prick was worming its way into her. She chilled with terror. 

"No! No!" she cried, trying to squirm free of the blunt, pain racking 
intrusion into her hopelessly resisting rectum, but he clung to her 
unmercifully, ever-pressing forward and she clenched her eyes tightly shut 
as the straining, elastic nether ring of her anus suddenly gave way before 
the relentless pressure and the huge head of his cock popped salaciously 
inside her. She felt his hands tighten their hold against her thighs as if 
she might try again to escape his torturous, depraved assault and she 
clenched her teeth in the sudden unbelievable agony. 

"Ooooogggghhhh! Aaaagggghhhh? Stop! Stop, Phillip! You're killing me!" she 
cried, her face contorted not only from the agony, but the very shame and 
humiliation of his angry prick lewdly sodomising her virginal and 
defenseless rectum right before all to see. "Oohhh, Damn you... I'll never 
forgive you for this!" she wailed back at him as he clutched savagely at her 
hips and thrust his cock-slowly up into the warm rubbery depths of her 
asshole, the pressure of his straining thighs forcing her forward until her 
face was flat against the blanket, her bottom high up in the air, buttocks 
spread nakedly, helping his prick to enter in and fuck her there, its 
throbbing head pushing the spongy, resistant flesh before it, until finally 
with one last lunge that flattened her ass-cheeks against his lean frame, he 
had sunk the length of it into her warm, constricting passage. 

"You wanted to play the whore?" Phillip rasped between clenched teeth. 
"Then, let's do it properly. Every trollop worth her salt should be able to 
take it in the ass... at least, once or twice a night. Isn't that right, 
folks?" 

"Ooohhhhh... oooohhhh," Laurie whimpered, faintly hearing the chorus of 
licentious audience laughter as she felt his pelvis smack loudly into the 
softness of her upturned buttocks while his balls swung hard down against 
the open lips of her vagina below. 

She gasped for breath. She was impaled in her rectum to the hilt, unable to 
move from the excruciating pain that was about to split her thighs horribly 
apart. Oh God, he was punishing her... debasing her... completely and 
utterly destroying her forever! She would never outlive the shame of this 
degradation... and she'd loved him so... Dear God,, she wanted to die! Die! 

Phillip couldn't hold back the grunts of pleasure tumbling from his lips at 
the sight and thought of what he was doing to this beautiful girl he really 
and truly loved with all of his heart. Damn! He'd teach her once and for all 
who the head of the family was. He should've done this a long time ago. He 
felt with lust-filled delight the warm soft flesh of her flattened buttocks 
pressing tightly into his loins. He thrust forward into her tight velvety 
passage and put his hand down underneath to her vagina, wet and open from 
the countless cocks that had fucked and shot their sperm into her, and he 
could feel the viscid moisture from the smooth, fleshy lips seeping 
salaciously out to cover the softness of her pubic hair brushing teasingly 
against his testicles as they swung gently down between her legs. His eyes 
locked on the hardened rod of flesh disappearing entirely into the tight, 
wide-stretched oval opening between her raised twin white mounds. He moaned 
again, drawing it out slightly, watching with bated breath the tender ridges 
of pink anal flesh pulling out with it, and then being absorbed-back inside 
with his inward thrust. His breath came faster and suddenly with a gasp of 
arousal he began sawing rhythmically in and out, deep up into the warm 
clasping channel. 

Others, unable to watch the lust-inciting exhibition any longer without 
satisfying their own lewd desires, had grabbed partners and sprawled to the 
floor to engage in whatever obscene, sensual delight that struck their 
fancies. More participants came from other sections of the house as the word 
quickly passed that the real Saturnalia was taking place on the living-room 
floor. In minutes, the room was filled with naked bodies, entangled legs, 
heaving breasts, wild thrusting cocks and greedy, insatiable cunts. Buttocks 
raised and pounded while incessant moans, gasps sighs filled the room. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Laurie chanted, kneeling slave like before her angry 
husband, almost masochistically, he thought, as if she was losing all 
control. She had begun to jerk back against his punishing prick as though 
she were abruptly reveling in its chastising possession of her rectum. 

Christ, he could hardly believe her spontaneous reaction. The pain was 
obviously gone and her head was turning from side to side, her long silken 
hair thrashing wildly on either side of her shoulders. Then, she twisted to 
look back at him and her face reflected an unmistakable joy that bared her 
lips back over the white, flashing teeth in animal-like bliss. 

Kneeling behind her and connected to her swaying buttocks by the long, 
stone-hard shaft of his throbbing, excited cock, Phillip became aware , that 
her lovely, ecstatic face was trying to ex- press her subservient acceptance 
of his lewd assault on her tight, puckered rectum. He watched her wet, 
luscious lips form the words "I love you, Darling" and he went wild with 
passion. He gaped at his vicious white prick disappearing and reappearing as 
he rammed it up her insanely gyrating, ever-expanding anal passage. Christ, 
not a bit of the shaft could be seen left as he buried it lustfully up into 
the tight, hot passage, its blood-inflated head straining far into her young 
quivering belly. 

She had left her face where he could see the effect he was having on her and 
he watched her lips open and close in the all consuming torment of rapture 
spiraling through her vibrant body.. He felt her clench her buttocks tight 
behind her as if to imprison his driving cock securely inside her until she 
had reached her climax, and he continued to hammer into the wide-split 
crevice of her salaciously waggling buttocks. 

For Laurie, there was nothing only her awareness of an uncontrollable desire 
where the shame and humiliation had been, her desire to reach that point was 
building... building... building maddeningly deep inside her... and she 
sensed the fervent increase of his delicious assault on her bottom while her 
belly screamed for release. She buffeted back against his driving, 
relentless cock like a rutting animal, small pleading mewls of servile 
passion falling again and again from her gasping lips. She was almost 
there... almost there! 

"Oh, my Darling, Lover! Oh, oh, oooohhhhhhh! I'm... I'm going to cum! Yes, 
my sweet... ! Oh God... fuck it hard, Darling! Fuck it hard. Please... 
yessss... NOOWWWW!" 

Her hips forced themselves back as the furiously plunging cock worked 
demonically with brutal strokes into her rectum, making her strain and grunt 
as the pressure mounted to its peak and burst. She had never dreamed that 
she could know such abandoned, wanton delight as she did at that precious 
moment, with her body contorting and convulsing wildly in her orgasm that 
seemed to go on and on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone, utterly 
gone, beneath this magnificent cock of her husband causing the continual 
exploding fire in her belly... 

"Oooooohhhh... aggghhhhhh," she groaned in enchanting, rushing release, her 
senses blurred to all around her in the rapture of the moment. Dazedly, she 
heard him mouth a foul obscenity as he gasped behind her and thrust into her 
so hard it felt as if he had rammed nearly to her throat and she 
inadvertently moaned with the slight twinge of pain. She felt his strong 
loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks and 
then a great surge of hot, swirling semen flooded deep up into her rectum, 
filling her quaking belly almost to the bursting point. 

She heard him gasp one last groan of release and then she felt him falling 
back away and out of her, a welcoming cool rush of air tickling the 
unplugged hole of her rectum as she collapsed forward on the blanket, her 
breasts heaving spasmodically against the hard floor. She lay that way for a 
long time, Phillip sprawled partially on top of her, her brain completely at 
ease, her heart overflowing with love for him, knowing vaguely in her mind 
that everything was going to be all right now... they had truly found each 
other at last. 

But it went on, the wild debauchery, and they found themselves swept up in 
the lust-filled atmosphere of it as it progressed into the near daylight 
hours with partners being exchanged, duos, trios, and every weird, lewd 
combination formed and experimented with, until in complete exhaustion, 
Laurie's senses left her and she slipped into merciful oblivion. 

Once, she was awakened by what she thought was a scream... and then she 
heard a woman cry out: "It's Mark! My God... he's been murdered ! J - Judge 
Reed just shot him... then killed himself! Come quick, somebody! Please... 
come quick!" But it was only a dream... a nightmare, she felt certain, and 
once more she drifted away... then, she was being lifted and carried, but 
she barely remembered Phillip whisking her out of there. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

There was little investigation necessary; it was all quite cut and dried. 
The horror to Laurie was awakening to find what she thought had been a 
nightmare was actually a fact; Uncle Julian had managed to walk or crawl 
into the house undetected, find Mark Coleman and shoot him, then, take his 
own life. He had kept his word; he'd stopped the Colemans' power-hungry 
climb once and for all... and Byron Acker at an emergency caucus had 
deservedly received the party's nomination. 

She thought of these things now as she sat beside her Phillip, her small 
hand inside his warm, strong one, the drone of the plane that was carrying 
them back to Rio Lado gently lulling her into a drowsy state of placid 
contentment. She had never been so happy in her young life. She felt his 
hand tighten on hers and looked to see him smiling handsomely at her. 

"Penny for your thoughts," he said softly. 

"They're really worth more," she said, returning his smile. "But I'll tell 
you anyway. I was thinking how happy I am... and how lucky to have such a 
talented, protective, handsome, virile husband." 

"I like the last part best of all," he whispered. "The virile end of it." 

Little sparkling lights began to dance in her eyes. "To be honest with you, 
I like that end of you pretty well myself, Darling. In fact, if it were 
possible, I'd have some right now." 

"Tease," he said, as her finger scratched tauntingly at the palm of his 
hand. "Wait till I get you home." 

"Ill try," she replied, smiling impishly. "But, do you think little old me 
will be able to satisfy the unquenchable lust of such an up and coming young 
attorney... all by my little old self?" 

He pretended to think about it and she watched him mischievously. Dear God, 
how she loved him, she thought. They were going to be so happy "After giving 
it due consideration, and using the skilled judgment of an ex-politician, it 
occurs to me that you've raised a grave question," he said, feigning at 
judicial cogitation. 

"Is that so?" 

He grinned slyly. "But I don't believe it'll be a problem." 


THE END
