KAPTAIN VOLUME TWO
By Jon Reskind


Chapter 1

David Archer walked between them, his arms encircling their slender, naked waists, his
hands caressing possessively the smooth, satiny skin of the two bikini-clad beauties. He
smiled at one, then the other as they entered through the arcadia doors from the
poolside into the comfortably furnished living room that his wife, Marilyn, had chosen
and purchased without his consent, and conveniently enough, right next-door to their
widowed companion, Anita Saddler.
He sensed the stirring in the front of his swim-trunks at the exhilarating thought of
what was to follow during the next couple of hours... in the guise of a Sunday afternoon
nap. God, what a pleasant existence it had become, this polygamous association; they
were both going to miss Anita... it was a long summer.
"I think we should have that drink after all, Darling," Marilyn said, slipping out of his
embrace and walking toward the little bar in the corner, her hand resting affectionately
on the massive German Shepherd beside her. "Additional stimulation never goes to
waste, I find."
Anita laughed lightly and snuggled close to David, he let his hand slide smoothly down
over the contour of her hip and around to cup the firm sphere of her buttock beneath
the thin wisp of flowered material scantily covering it. He felt her breath quicken as
they both watched the voluptuous long-legged body of his ash-blonde wife move behind
the bar with a provocative movement of her delightfully provocative buttocks. She
looked up at them and smiled beautifully, her full, ripe lips parted to display a
glistening row of small, white teeth, her gray-blue eyes alive with an anticipating
excitement of her own, her oval-face exotically enframed by the pale golden hair that
hung below her shoulders, almost to her full, lush breasts standing firm and high
behind the narrow sash of bikini-bra trying to contain them.
"Heavens, Kaptain, lie down," Marilyn addressed the great animal. "I promise, you
won't be left out." She reached down and petted the dog once more before it strolled
out from behind the bar and seated itself in the center of the floor with ears standing
erect. She laughed and shook her head. "What will it be, Darling? Gin Slings?"
"Fine for me," replied Anita, tilting her attractive head to rest on David's shoulder as he
continued to fondle the full rounded moons of her scantily concealed buttocks.
David nodded his agreement and said: "When are the Neilsons moving in, Anita?"
"Tonight, they said... as soon as I leave," she replied, rubbing her cheek softly against
his lean, muscular shoulder. "It'll be their first home, you know, even if it is only for
the summer. They've been living with the Howells since they were married last month.
And you know what it must be like for a nineteen year old boy like Larry Neilson,
living with her parents...?"
David made a grunting sound. "I can imagine anything when I think of Milt Howell,"
he said with an air of sarcasm.
"Our arch enemy, eh Darling?" Marilyn put in as she finished blending their drinks.
"Here they are... come and get 'em."
David and Anita moved forward without separating while Marilyn remained behind the
little bar. When her husband drew close enough, the lovely blonde leaned toward him
with pursed, natural pouting lips and he kissed her fondly, both of them holding the
caress while he gently stroked her near-naked breast tenderly and Anita watched, the
scene warmly rousing her. She loved these two young people who had made her life
worth living after the horror of the past year and the dead Chief Lew Devens... along
with the emptiness her murdered police-Lieutenant husband had bred, then left within
her.
And God knows, Marilyn had certainly been obscenely tortured by the vicious police
Chief... to a point where it was a wonder that she hadn't lost her mind. Perhaps, they
both might have, had it not been for this gaunt, craggy-faced man they now shared
more often than not; he hadn't only helped them maintain their wits through his
profound love and affection, to say nothing of his physical prowess in bed, but he had
kept the Parksburg Police Department from outright scandal, assuming the helm as
acting-Chief with the approval of the three-man Police and Fire Commission, with the
exception, that was, of Milt Howell.
"Do you think he'll continue to block your permanent appointment, David?" Anita
asked, thinking that she would not be here to know.
Gently, the husband-wife kiss came to a soft conclusion with a tiny suction sound.
David looked deeply into his Marilyn's sparkling eyes and read her excitement there.
God, how he loved her, he thought. In a few minutes he was going to lose himself
inside the erotic temple of her unbelievably enchanting body... and within this soft,
supple one brushing tightly against him... two magnificently luscious females who made
love like wanton sorceresses... Christ, his prick was beginning to jerk into an aching
hardness at just the thought...
"You didn't answer her, Lover," Marilyn said, interrupting his immediate train of
thought.
"Wha... ? Oh, sorry. Baby," he said, giving Anita a little squeeze. "Milt Howell, you
mean... ? Well, if you want the truth, I can't see him voting for me. He wants Shad
Bartok from the Sheriff's Department in there. Shad's been one of his boys for years,
every since Milt was Mayor a decade ago. He knows he can't buy me, and more than
anything, he wants to take over the corrupt empire Lew Devons left behind."
"All of that nice graft is tempting, David," Marilyn said thoughtfully. "Devons had quite
a thing going with the drugs, prostitution and what have you. It must add up to a
pretty penny a year."
"It adds up to plenty of dirty money, Sweetheart, the kind we don't need, and the kind
no one's ever going to wring out of Parksburg again... if I have anything to say about
it," said David, determinedly.
"Hey... let's get off the politics," Anita put in, slipping one hand down to gently touch
the hardened bulge in the front of David's swimming trunks. She smiled as he gave a
little start from the contact, and then with thumb and forefinger she traced the outline
of the thick, still growing shaft. "Mmmmmmm, I'm going to miss that, Darling," she
added with a whisper.
"We're going to miss you, Anita," said Marilyn sincerely, laying her soft slender hand
on top of the attractive raven-haired young widow's ardently. "And you won't be here
for my birthday party, Tuesday."
"I know... that's why I want to give you my present this afternoon," Anita said, her
dark eyes suddenly sparkling licentiously. "I want to take all of these luscious memories
with me so that when I'm sitting on Papa's front porch in the evening after that
Nebraska sun sets, I can think of the two most beautiful people in the world and the
wonderful, sensual times we had together... and our own little mid-morning sessions
while David was working... oh, how I'll miss them, too, Darling..."
"Just think how wonderful it'll be when you come back in the Fall," Marilyn said,
tenderly pressuring her hand.
"Christ almighty... let's go into the bedroom before I rip the front of these trunks right
out," David interjected lustily, picking up his drink.
Both girls laughed, taking up their own glasses while Kaptain arose to fall in beside his
blonde mistress coming around the bar, and David brought them both, once more,
inside his arms, walking them toward the bedroom.

* * *

Eighteen-year-old, tow-headed Donnie Trent sat by the window of his bedroom
watching the Archer house across the street. Occasionally, he would look at the
snapshots in his hands, then, he would study the house opposite him for awhile. He
wondered what she was doing right at that moment? Maybe, taking a bath, or just
undressing like he'd seen her do when he peeked in her window the other night... or
even going to the bathroom. Wow, just thinking about it was making his pecker hard
again. He looked at the pictures he was holding for the dozenth time. They were all of
Marilyn Archer, some in shorts showing her bent over with her buttocks to the camera
as she worked around her flower-beds, others in street clothes and one in her next-to
nothing bikini. He had taken most of them right from this window, using his special
lens to bring her up close, and the one with her in the bikini even showed the nipples
on her tits. Man, when he looked at that one it really wound him up because his next
thought was of the way he had seen her undress three nights ago.
It was easy to get up to her window inside the shrubs without being seen, and he'd just
waited there until she came in and started undressing. Man, what a sight as she
unzipped her dress, then stepped out of it leaving only her bra and tight little panties...
He could see right through the thin stuff of her panties when she turned around and
bent over to pick up her dress... see the crack in her bottom and the puffy little slit
down between her legs with tiny strands of blonde pussy hair curling out from the
legbands. Then, she'd taken off her bra and her teats had just pushed right out straight
at him, real full and up high with pink nipples on their tips, and then she'd taken 'em
right in her hands, kind of massaging them like. God, he thought he was going to cry
he was so excited... but that was the end of it. He'd heard her phone ring and she'd put
on a flimsy thing, turned out the light and gone into the other room to answer it. He'd
waited, all right, but when she didn't come back he decided she was watching TV or
something and he had to get home or Mom would be sore. It was after ten then.
Tonight, he thought, maybe it would be different. He had the infra-red film for his
camera, too. He'd get some pictures so he could look at her bare any time he wanted to.
Wow... his thing was as hard as a lousy rock! If Mom wasn't out there in the kitchen
and Pop reading the Sunday paper in the living room, he'd do it... he sure as shootin'
would! But he could wait... maybe do it right outside her window while he watched her
undress... maybe, she'd feel of her boobies again... or even take her panties off this time
and he'd see her thing with all its hair... instead of just curling out her panty legs...
Man, that would be it, all right.
He lay back in the chair and looked up at the sky. He thought about her house
catching on fire with her trapped inside and her husband or no one being home to help
her, but he would see the smoke and rush across the street, right into the flames with
firemen and everyone watching and screaming at him not to. Then, he visualized
himself carrying her out in her flimsy nightgown, her soft full teat squashed against his
chest and his hand beneath the bare flesh of her legs...
He wondered if he could lift her? He was big for his age, but he wasn't sure he could
lift a hundred pounds. Maybe, he ought to talk to Pop about getting him some weights
to work out with. He certainly wanted to be able to pick her up if he ever had to... like
if she got hit by a car, or was drowning in her pool or something.
God, he really liked her. He couldn't help it; she just made him feel funny all over every
time he saw her, and especially when he talked to her on newspaper collecting day. She
was so pretty, and she always smiled at him and called him Honey. Most of the papers
he just threw, but hers he took right up to the door.
He glanced through the pictures in his hands once more. Man, he guessed secretly that
he liked her better than anybody in the whole world. She sure made him feel all funny
inside... like right now with his thing as stiff's a poker. He guessed that probably wasn't
right, but he couldn't help it. It seemed to get hard that way an awful lot lately...
anyway, whenever he thought of her and her bare boobies and the crack between her
legs... Man, he could hardly wait until tonight...

* * *

Once inside their bedroom, David released the girls and walked over to draw the
boudoir chair up close beside the bed while they watched in surprise. He smiled and
dropped into it, raising his glass to drink.
"What's this all about, Lover?" questioned Marilyn with tilted head.
"Your birthday, Darling, and Anita said she was going to give you your present," he
said, grinning salaciously. "So, I'm going to sit right here and watch that little show
until I can't stand it any longer... then, I'm going to fuck hell out of both of you... or
vice versa."
Neither girl spoke, but instead, slowly turned to face one another, their eyes meeting in
a warm mutual exchange of passion. Anita made the first move, eliminating the small
distance between them, her hand reaching out to touch Marilyn's cheek affectionately,
while her dark-eyes began to smolder with promises of things to come. Marilyn's lips
fell slightly apart as Anita drew ever closer, her hand moving down the line of her
cheek to her neck and along the sloping, smooth-skinned shoulder, down to the
luscious blonde's full, enticing breast; then, the ravishing brunette moved in until their
lips met, gently at first, and then more furiously. Suddenly, their arms were around
each other, their bodies tight together, flattening breasts, and undulating bellies,
pelvises and thighs, their breathing increasing as their tongues met between open lips.
Again, David's slowly hardening cock lurched inside his trunks as he watched them
ease down onto the bed and undress one another, until their captivating, naked
loveliness was completely bared before him, and he watched with growing lust, as
might any voyeur, the secret performance of naked lust unfolding in front of him.
Marilyn closed her eyes and let Anita gently force her onto her back, her head against
the pillow. She felt the soft hand move to her breast and tenderly caress, sending a
sensation of delight trembling over her. She gasped, holding her eyes closed, and the
sound of her David's increased breathing reached her. Then, the long, loving fingers
caught at her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a delicate, understanding way that only
another woman could know, and all else escaped her mind. She felt her soft white body
beginning to shiver with the delight of Anita's sensuous caresses. Momentarily, she had
a fleeting thought of how once, not too very long ago, she would have regarded this as
forbidden and obscene; how differently she had come to look upon the many forms of
lovemaking since her horrible rape and subjugation by Lew' Devons... thanks to her
tolerant and understanding beloved David, plus this alluring creature who was at the
breathtaking moment filling her with unbelievable carnal pleasure.
The taunting fingers crept over her like feather-tips, until she felt soft wet lips engulf
the nipple of her left breast... all of the knob-like areola... all of the berry-like nipple,
with a swift flickering tongue that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward
along the nerves to her brain... to sweet conditioned responses.
Oh God... Oh God... it was beautiful. She was going to miss her Anita so greatly... Life
was magnificent... Love was heaven...!
Slowly, Anita slithered up her body until their faces were even, and her thigh crept up
Marilyn's, twining around it, her soft, curling fleece of dark, silken, pubic-hair brushing
provocatively against the sparse golden nest down between her own thighs. Then, her
soft lips found Marilyn's once more with an agile, pliant, sweet, knowing possession,
and her tongue fluttered into her mouth.
Hungrily, Marilyn responded, sucking at the sweet tasting, invading tongue as Anita's
hand trailed over her trembling body with fascinating touches, running over her
breasts, her sides and back, their bodies finally locking together as the caressing hand
reached her lush full buttocks and pulled them tenderly apart to stroke her tight little
anus delicately with a loving finger.
At last, Anita raised above her, taking Marilyn's right breast in her hand, her fingers
teasing the distended nipple. She let her eyes rove lustfully over the lovely blonde girl's
voluptuous nakedness as if they were alone in the room. Finally, David heard her speak
huskily: "Now, Baby, comes your present. I'm going to make you cum with the force of
an electric storm... no, with the might of an earthquake, you luscious little bitch!"
David could hardly believe his ears, let alone his eyes. He heard Marilyn gasp, "Oh
God, yes... yes... please, Darling, do it... do it!" Christ, it wasn't as if they'd never gone
this route together before, all three of them, and how many times had he watched them
make love to each other... ? But it had never affected him like this. His cock was
throbbing painfully and he raised his hips to peel the trunks from himself and give his
long thick shaft expanding room. He heard Kaptain whimper beside him as he, too,
watched the lewd scene and he couldn't help but grin at this magnificent animal that
had once belonged to the deceased Lew Devons.
"Now, Darling... now," Anita panted and began to slide away... down the trembling,
passion-filled body beneath her.
Marilyn raised her head to watch in excited rapture as Anita nestled her face into the
hollow of her opened thighs. She felt the soft kisses on her skin, on the tender creases,
felt the hot puffs of breath, and then... the magic tongue licking her vaginal cleft, simply
licking in long strokes from the bottom to the top, not entering yet, but bringing an
uncontrollable lifting of her loins with each slow up-lick of tongue on sensitive vaginal
lips. She felt her clitoris harden and knew it had peeked out from the silken pubic hair
as she enjoyed an erotic grazing sensation from the laving tongue. She hissed excitedly
and slowly began to roll her head back and forth on the pillow. Anita slid her tongue
inside at the bottom of her moistened pink split and drew it up... up through the
velvety flesh toward her tingling clitoris.
Suddenly, Marilyn felt her throat working insanely. God in heaven, she would never get
enough of this! Never! Never! She loved to love to love to love! Her breath caught in
her chest, then she exhaled with sharpness at the delicious contact of tongue and
clitoris.
Anita felt as if she might go wild inside. She drew the tiny bud of Marilyn's clitoris into
her mouth and sucked, simultaneously stabbing with her tongue. She reached up with
both hands and played with Marilyn's full, throbbing breasts, while her mouth grew
more lascivious... open, hot then nothing but tongue invading the beautiful seething
moist cunt before it, nothing but tongue lashing at the stiffened tiny clitoris, tongue
everywhere in Marilyn's throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in her vagina,
and always returning to the sensitive, tingling plexus of her womanhood.
Marilyn had begun to moan uncontrollably. David gaped at her ever mounting lust,
subconsciously stroking his huge cock that had swollen into stone-hardness. He
couldn't stand much more of this without joining in. Kaptain whimpered again beside
him, his dripping tongue hanging loosely from his open jaws. David could hold back no
longer and moved to the bed and lay down beside his lovely wife's hip where he could
watch Anita's oral ministrations more closely. He ran his hand down over the hollow of
the alluring brunette's back to her full firm buttocks and felt her body tremble beneath
his touch. His fingers followed the crevice separating her soft white ass-cheeks as he felt
her spread her thighs invitingly to his approaching hand. Suddenly, his fingertips met
with the silken fringe of pubic hair and the moisture of her own excited, dampened
pussy. Tenderly, he played as she whimpered and licked voraciously at the tight, pink
open split in Marilyn's golden crotch, while her long slender hands slipped beneath his
wife's full round buttocks to lift and draw her loins closer to her working mouth.
And then, all of a sudden, Marilyn's belly rippled. She began to pant and whine
explosively as she drew her thighs up and back, pressing her loins upward with vibrant
tension to bring the magic tongue tighter into the quavering center of her body.
Anita, too, had begun to gasp from David's manipulations in her own desire mounting
cunt, sucking air in short surges, hardly ever breaking the fervent, lashing contact of
her eager mouth with the palpitating slit beneath it... her tongue, lips, even her nose
buried... immersed in the wild, lewd act at Marilyn's seething cunt.
"Ooohhh... ooohhhh... my God..." Marilyn cried. "I-I can't stand it! It's too beautiful...
Ooohhhh Christ, I'm cumming... I'm cummmmiinnnnngggggg!" Her voice died in a
strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke out once more in a high-pitched wail
as her passion overflowed and swept through her loins with the force of a raging
inferno. She twisted in the grip of her sweet agony, writhed and convulsed, but never
broke with the open magnificent mouth glued to her cunt, while the flickering magic
tongue danced erotically over her clitoris to send wild, galvanic sensations racing
through her soft white body to her ecstasy-filled brain.
She endured the pleasure, gasping, groaning, clutching at Anita's short, raven-hair with
clawing fingers... at last, shuddering violently, then relaxing... as slowly Anita eased
from her clitoris and slid her tongue deep to its very roots into the depths of the most
vagina, tasting the slightly acid-like secretion, licking once more the now flushed,
swollen cunt-lips, then kissed the full, trembling inner thighs.
"Happy birthday, Darling," Anita hissed up at the near exhausted girl.
"D-Dear God..." Marilyn moaned with a shuddering breath. "W-What a gift!" She was
enervated, drained, nearly lethargic; yet, she knew in minutes that would pass. She
could never seem to get enough, anymore. She looked down to see Anita and David
kissing; he was sucking their neighbor's tongue hungrily, stealing the taste of his wife's
own cunt second-handed. The idea sent a thrill of lewd pleasure spiraling through her.
'Oh Lover, fuck me," Anita pleaded, gazing deep into his lust-filled eyes. "I need it so
bad."
"Christ!" David gasped. "With pleasure, Baby. I've been wondering where I was going
to bury this."
He got to his knees and Anita's eyes brightened as they locked upon his throbbing,
thick length. From where she lay, still between Marilyn's lovely spread thighs, she freed
a hand and grasped it lovingly... massaging and stroking the heavy foreskin back and
forth as he grunted to her gentle, affectionate caress. She saw the tiny droplet of
lubricating fluid seep from the split in its purple head and drew it down to her mouth,
flicking her tongue out eagerly to lick it away. Again, David groaned and his prick
leaped in her hand.
"What about me?" pouted Marilyn beautifully. "It's my birthday party."
Suddenly, Anita dropped her head and began once more to tongue the still hardened
little bud of Marilyn's clitoris, causing her to convulse with shocking surprise.
Simultaneously, Anita raised to her own knees into a position she felt certain David
would understand, and he did. She sensed the bed sag beneath her as he worked his
way around behind her, and then she felt him moving in close between her wide-spread
legs. Beneath her, Marilyn whimpered, her stomach muscles going noticeably rigid as
her hands locked behind Anita's head, her pleasures building once more.
David gaped down at his pulsating, heavy cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself
toward the brownish crinkled ring of Anita's anus, so lusciously displayed to him from
between the full rounded moons of her splendid buttocks. The temptation was great,
but he let it slip by as he felt a small drop of moisture, again forming on the end of his
aching prick. This time, he had to take her straight; he couldn't hold it back that much
longer. He watched her ass rotating in lewd little circles, moving back exploringly
toward the knob of his cock; with thumb and forefinger he introduced the sleek,
swollen head between the moist, pink lips of her wanting vagina, into its elastic-like
mouth, and suddenly it was as if the voracious hole had sucked his shaft right inside
her, the blood inflated rod surging smoothly right up into the warm depths of her
velvety, moist passage. He gasped and withdrew, then thrust again, his hairy loins
smacking loudly into the crevice of her ass, his bloated balls taunting her clitoris while
the rubbery head of his shaft battered her womb.
Vaguely, Marilyn watched David's hands clutch at Anita's hips, and once more, she
spasmed and climaxed, her heart slamming wildly in her chest, her mind awash in
pleasure that flamed... her chest a bellows, animal-like sounds emitting deep in her
throat as her eyes glazed and her mouth fell limply open. Mother of God, she had to
rest! Just a moment. one moment was all, she thought as she pressed Anita's face
away...
She gasped aloud, sensing the uncontrollable shudder that rippled over her sensuous,
soft body. She could cry, she was so happy. Dear-God, how she was going to miss her
Anita. And her wonderful, handsome husband... she overflowed with love for him. She
would kill anyone who tried to hurt him; he was so beautiful. There were ways of
handling Milt Howell, too... and it would be worth it if it secured David's appointment.
The permanent office of Chief of Police meant as much to him as it did to her,
anymore... this new existence they lived was not. an inexpensive one as he had come to
realize, as well as enjoy.
She would think more on it later, when she had all of her wits... but there were ways,
she was certain, and she intended to find the right one. She stared down at Anita's
alluring face between her legs, now contorting in ecstasy as David plunged his heavy
cock into her from behind. His craggy face was drawn into a tight, teeth-clenched
grimace, his handsome eyes gaping vacantly while his loins hammered into her.
Marilyn smiled to herself, knowing the erotic pleasure her two favorite people were
reveling in. Then, Kaptain barked as only a wanting, needing, faithful dog can.
The salacious idea struck her spontaneously. "Up, Lover," she ordered, pointing at her
husband. "Up... behind! Up...!"
David was too engrossed in watching the enticing sight of the pink ridges of flesh being
pulled erotically with his every penis outstroke from Anita's delectable pussy and
clinging possessively, to his cock, to feel the weight of Kaptain leap onto the bed behind
him, or even notice Marilyn raising her leg to swing over Anita's head. Nor was he
hardly aware that the great animal had leaped up onto his rump, its furry paws clinging
to his loins... the pleasure of his own plunging prick was so overwhelming.
But when the tip gently punctured his rectum, his eyes widened. By then, it was already
too late. Marilyn had guided the coral, tapered animal-phallus into the hair-fringed
opening of his anus, and before he could defend against it, three inches of the stiff rail
of dog-flesh had buried itself up his ass, even as he soared into Anita's delicious, 
climaxmounting cunt.
He gasped, then swore aloud while Marilyn laughed with lewd delight and the mighty
German Shepherd growled disapproval at any sudden anticipated changes. Beneath him
Anita began to whimper and pound her wildly gyrating buttocks back onto his evergrowing 
cock. Again, he swore, and Kaptain's thickening rod of animal flesh lunged
seven inches up his tightly clenching ass.
Marilyn slipped her hand between her pet's spread hind-legs and began to scratch
tenderly the underside of the animal's bloated black balls, simultaneously hugging the
beast as he fucked into the rectum of her husband, burying his mighty penis
completely, now, with every rapid thrust.
David had never experienced anything like this in his life. He'd never been sodomized
by a human, let alone an animal, but the sensation was suddenly setting him wild. The
great dog's horrendous prick was taunting his prostate to an unbelievable state of
ecstasy. Wildly he plunged into Anita's receptive cunt, clutching at her hips and
listening to her groans of pleasure as she waggled and undulated her clutching buttocks
in wild circles before him. The room swam before him and his peak mounted... until
abruptly, Kaptain's expanding, animal prick dug another inch up into his rectum,
sending crazy spasms skyrocketing through him.
"Oh... Ooohhhh... oooohhh, David... Darling... my God! I'm going to...! I'm going to
cum! You hear? I'm going to cuuummm!"
"Shit! So am I! That fuckin' dog-cock is tearing me up! I'll blow my top... Christ... I'm
cumming, girls... godamn... I'm cuummiinng!"
David's brain spun in an impossible, sucking whirlpool that was drawing him down,
down down, even as it was propelling him up, up, up. He heard Kaptain's whine, felt
the increase of motion to his animal loins as he shot his animal sperm up into his wide
stretched rectum... into the very depths of his entrails... hot, splurting fluid that warmed
his guts even as his own semen began to travel the distance from his balls to the tip of
his jerking prick-head, spitting in thick, white spurts to splash against the walls of
Anita's wildly quivering belly, her magnificent ass skewering back onto his shaft, her
buttocks flat against his pelvis while her own climax unfolded insanely to the violent
force of his ejaculation.
And then, it was done. A near sensation of drunkenness overwhelmed David. His
deflated penis slipped from Anita's satisfied pussy and he rolled to one side and
stretched out onto his stomach. His anal passage burned as if he'd been reamed with a
hot poker. He lay close to the edge of the bed and suddenly felt the wet tongue of
Kaptain on his arm.
"What the hell... you bastardly sodomist," he spat, but without anger. "I ought to take
you down to the godamned pound..."
"It was beautiful, Darling," Anita said. She had rolled up next to him and was lying on
her back. "You were never better."
Suddenly, Marilyn appeared beside the bed. She held two drinks in her hands. "You
see?" she said, smiling, mischief dancing in her gray-blue eyes. "You've always thought
we girls had all the fun, Lover. Now, you know there's enough to go around... eh,
Kaptain?"
David raised up onto his elbows, smiling. He took the proffered drink and eyed his wife
thoughtfully. "Never mind, smart ass," he said, pretending at being angry. "It's still a
couple of hours before we take Anita to her plane... a lot of things can happen."
"Hmmm, sounds exciting," his wife replied, returning his smile warmly. "Any
promises?"
"Damnit, that was supposed to be a threat," said David, but both of the girls merely
laughed at him... and then, they were all over him again.

* * *

It was dark when little Donnie Trent watched the Archer automobile back from the
driveway. There was a third person in the front seat, he decided... and that could only
be Mrs. Saddler. Damn 'em they were going away! That lousy husband of hers! He
could kill him... even though he was the Chief of Police... or almost. He had been so
darn Sure that it would work out tonight... Pug Bennet had asked him to go to the
movies and his folks had said okay, but he'd slipped out of it, thinking about his plans.
Cripes, he should've gone to the show... it was a John Wayne, too.
Godamnit! He'd get even with all of them! There were private, secret things he could
do with himself that were as much fun as any... no, he wouldn't say that word, but he
could think it... even spell it the way they did in that novel... how was it... ? F-king.
Yeah, that was it. He could think of plenty of f-king things to do. First, though, he'd
look at his pictures; then, he'd think about the way he watched her undress... the way
she felt of her own boobies... and the crease in her behind when she bent over... along
with the puffed-out place between her legs... that's where the hair grew all over it... and
the slit... Wow, his tool was hard again, as always and he hadn't even looked at her
pictures yet.
He lay back in his chair and looked up at the moon, his hand rubbing at the stiffness
between his legs.
"I-I guess I love her all right," he half-whispered, his eyes wet with tears he couldn't
understand. "Godamnit!" he swore. "I wonder if she ever thinks of me?"


Chapter 2

Jill Neilson loved her new home; her one singular wish was that it was going to be
theirs forever, but of course it wasn't. Anita Saddler would be returning in the fall and
they would have to give it up. By that time Larry had hoped they might be able to make
a down-payment on a house of their own. He would have his engineering degree by
then, and come into the five-thousand dollars his grandfather had promised him upon
graduation, but that was another three-months off and sometimes she wondered if they
would ever make it.
Last night, when they'd moved in, all excited and full of love for one another in their
new, private little nest... away from her parents at last... where they could kiss and
caress whenever they liked... God, she had been certain it was all going to be beautiful
from that very first moment on to eternity. Yet, here she sat, alone once again, drinking
her coffee in silent, frustrated, disenchantment. Dear God, nothing had changed, just
the setting... but at least, her parents weren't leaning over her shoulder sneering, "I told
you SO..." Larry had stormed from the house without breakfast, and no one could work
or study on an empty stomach. Why did he have to be so damnably aggressive about
sex, especially when he knew how it was for her? It wasn't as if she refused him
entirely, or completely hated those vile perversions he tried to get her to participate in...
if he would only give her time, instead of coming at her like a depraved lecher... then
leave her in a worked up state of confusion both mentally and physically... Last night,
of course, it had been the wine; she felt certain that if he hadn't insisted on celebrating
because of their new home, it might have gone differently. She had been preparing
herself mentally all week and was resolved to let down every barrier her mother had
managed to erect in her brain-washed mind with her fanatical, puritanistic, religious
distortions... and then he had gotten drunk.
Of course, he hadn't intended to, anymore than he had meant to slap her when he'd
been trying to force his drunken face in between her thighs there and she'd pushed him
away in revulsion... but it had been revulsion of his state, not his act. And suddenly, in
a terrible rage he had jerked upright to his knees, swaying there before her, his teeth
clenched and bared, his long, thick rod spearing out from his loins in an ugly hardness
that only moments before had seemed beautiful to her.
He'd slapped her then, not once but a half-dozen times with both hands, climbing up
over her soft naked body and lashing back and forth across her face and breasts and
stomach, until in pure frightened horror she had half-screamed and he'd cursed her.
"Shut up, you fucking cunt! Stop that screeching or I'll whip you black and blue!"
"Oh... Oh, my God, stop, Larry! Please stop!" she had pleaded. "I didn't mean to... I-I
wanted you to... but... but you looked so depraved with your face twisted like that..."
"Twisted, eh? You don't like my face anymore, is that it?" he spat at her drunkenly,
purposely misconstruing her meaning. "Who told you that you don't like it? Your oldlady... 
that warped bitch ? Or was it that godamned crooked father of yours? Certainly,
you never made up your own mind..."
"Oh, please, Darling. Don't... don't. I love your handsome face and you know it. I love
you with all my heart... it's just that you've had too much wine..."
"Fuck you, bitch!" he spat down at her. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do... ram
my cock so far up your tight, stuck-up cunt that you'll think it's coming out your
mouth!"
With that he had thrown himself back between her legs, grabbing them brutally and
pushing them up until her knees pressed against her firm, pointed breasts, flattening
them into her chest, the soles of her feet pointing ceiling-ward, her round full thighs
imprisoned beneath his arms. Her position was such that she could barely breathe and
as she stared wild-eyed down between her raised legs, she saw his wicked lengthy shaft
poised before the small split in her helpless, completely exposed crotch.
She had never seen such a vicious, demented expression on his young, slender, boyman 
face: enraged hate spewed from his normally soft, brown eyes, and his thin-lipped
mouth was drawn away from his teeth so tightly that it was bloodless. Once more, she
started to beg him to listen to reason... but it was too late.
There were no preliminaries. He had grasped his angry-hard rod of flesh in his hand
and abruptly, she felt the blunt, bulbous head splay open the soft, tender lips of her
now unwanting vagina as he drew it coarsely up between them to find her clitoris,
sending jolting little spasms uncomfortably through her with his cruel massaging, using
the hard rubbery tip of his penis like a torture instrument. Then, he laughed without
smiling, working it up and down her sensitive opened vulva tormentingly.
"My lovely eighteen-year-old wife," he sneered drunkenly. "What a tight, sweet cunt
you've got, wife... and to think, you've kept it hidden away between those lovely legs all
your life... just waiting for me to come along and pop it open to the world... I'll bet you
never had your finger in it once in your life before I came on the scene. That fuck'n
old-lady of yours had you too scared with her fire and brimstone, burn-in-hell routine,
eh? But now, that's all changed, isn't it? It's my hole and I can fuck into it anytime I
feel like it, and there isn't one godamned thing she or that bastard she's married to can
do about it. Now, what do you think of that, wife?"
"Oh please, Darling... don't... Please stop... you've had too much to drink. Sleep a little
while, then we'll do it," she entreated. "Don't... spoil our first night together in our new
home..."
"Spoil our first night... ? Me, spoil... ? What the hell are you talking about, cunt? You're
the one who's spoiled it... just the same as you spoil every other night. But to hell with
you... I don't care anymore! From now on, when I want to fuck I'm just going to throw
you down wherever we are, in bed, on the floor, over a chair, any godamned place...
then... I'm going to ram my cock into you... just like this...!"
"Aaaaggghhh!" Jill cried out with a choking gasp of pain as he lunged the near-full
length of his swollen, rage-hardened shaft into her, scraping against the tight,
unreceptive vaginal walls that contracted and squeezed desperately in resistance around
him, as if her nearly virginal passage were trying to forcibly reject his thundering prick
of its own volition. He gasped and grunted drunkenly into her face at the heady
pleasure of the clasping enclosure enveloping him, while he continued to thrust deeper
and deeper into her, forcing the warm, barely moist walls of her vagina in rolling fleshy
wavelets before his throbbing, thick rod.
Lying helplessly dominated beneath him, tears of pain, shock, and humiliated pride
torturing her, she had felt as if she'd been torn apart inside by the brutalness of his
entry. But worse than the physical pain was the mental anguish; he hated her and she
loved him so... even at that very moment when he was inflicting irrevocable agony upon
her, she loved him as much as he must hate her! Had he ever loved her... ? Dear God...
what was to become of them, now?
"Oh... oh, Darling... Larry!" she gasped as he pressed her knees back harder against her
breasts. "Oooohh... not so deep... my God... please... not so fast...! Ohhh, why? Why?"
But in his drunken state there was no allowance for compassion, and as she lay helpless
in under him, he pounded his lips and loins against her young, soft, sensitive crotch,
until she thought his huge, thick cock would mash her entrails. Then, he had wedged
his hands beneath her knees to roughly clutch the full resilient flesh of her firm breasts,
until she could feel the tender creamy skin beginning to bruise beneath his cruel
fingers.
He rammed into her unmercifully, his eyes glazed, his twisted grimace that of an insane
man, ignoring her flood of tears, squirming and skewering, raising an additional
whimper of pain with every in-thrust. He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger if that
were possible, and thrusting higher and higher into her belly. Her tight vaginal passage
had instinctively lubricated, seeming to lessen the pain by degrees, until finally an
unfamiliar tingling had begun in her belly and loins, making his assault that much
more bearable.
She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow in confusion, the little galvanic
fermentations increasing within her; she found herself raising her pelvis uncontrollably
up to his plunging cock. She was sore and burning beyond belief inside her raw,
moistening channel, but suddenly aglow with astonishing, building pressure that was
growing swiftly toward a fine point of mounting rapture as he raced and pounded into
her.
She sensed her tears drying and stiffening the satiny skin of her cheeks while her mouth
fell open loosely and her mind was swept clear of all else but the enormous building
pressure and the never-before ecstatic, sweet frenzy that had suddenly burst into being
within her loins and quivering belly. This...! This had to be it! That moment of erotic
bliss... the ultimate pinnacle of enchantment! Dear God!... It was building... building!
And then, he had stopped, jerked, started again... and suddenly, she had felt the first
hot delicious torrents of his sticky white sperm shoot into her womb to fill her, its thick
jets streaming from the head of his pumping cock in convulsive squirts. Frantically, she
squirmed beneath him, trying to re-establish the lost rhythm, bucking and sliding her
flooded, tight young pussy up and down his rapidly deflating shaft, then clutching at
him in one last effort as he pulled out of her and rolled away.
"Oh God, Darling... no... no, don't stop now!" she moaned, clinging to him... but he
was already unconscious... dead weight. He had passed out... quite cold.
She hadn't been able to contain her tears of flustered physical emotions, and she had
wept in soft little sobs to herself, even as the prurient sensations he had aroused
continued to dance tormentingly through her excited loins far into the night.
Eventually, she had slept, but not until she had cried herself empty of tears.
This morning, there had been nothing but the soreness between her legs and the little
bruises to her vaginal lips and breasts to remind her of their fiasco. She had overslept
and found him gone when she awakened. Jumping from the bed, she'd caught him at
the kitchen door just as he was leaving.
"Larry...? Darling, aren't you going to have breakfast?" She called, moving rapidly along
the small hallway as she threw her wrapper around her.
"I'm not hungry," he'd replied, avoiding her eyes. "Besides, I'm late now. I've got to go
to the apartments before class..."
He had opened the door and was part way through it by the time she reached him and
touched his arm. "Wait... you must be hungry," she said, looking up into his drawn
young face. "Let me make you some coffee, at least..." He shook his head. "No... I'm
not hungry anyway. I-I've got to go."
Still, she clung to him. She knew he had the apartments that furnished them with their
meager income, he looked after, before he went to class, but she didn't care... nothing
was more important than he not leaving her with last night hanging over their heads.
"Darling... are you still angry with me?" she managed, her eyes searching his.
"I-I don't know... I'm too damned sick to think about it right now."
"It's the wine," she said quickly. "I knew it would make you sick. You drank almost the
whole bottle..."
"Christ, don't start that again," he snapped, interrupting her and jerking his arm free.
"I've got to go."
"Wait... aren't you going to kiss me goodbye...?"
He hadn't; he hadn't even turned around... and here she sat... ready to cry once more.

* * *

In the morning, after David went off to City Hall, Marilyn had developed the pleasant
habit of enjoying an invigorating swim. The pool was always inviting to her at that time
of day, and usually, Anita had joined her, but of course that was over with now for the
summer. This morning, she swam alone, lonesomely so, for she missed her attractive
neighbor in more ways than one. David, too, would miss her, she knew, but not as
much as would she, for it was generally following their morning dip that they lay
leisurely around the house drinking coffee... sometimes spiked... until one thing
pleasantly led into another and they would find themselves all excited sexually...
God, what marvelous times they'd had together, she thought, as she climbed from the
pool and glanced longingly toward Anita's house, almost as if she expected to see her
walk out the door...
Momentarily, the sight shocked her, for as her eyes fixed upon her neighbor's door, it
opened and a dark-haired girl in a pale-blue wrapper came out. She was carrying a
waste-basket to empty into the trash barrel, and Marilyn couldn't help but smile at the
little impact the girl's sudden appearance had on her. Of course, she was Jill Neilson,
the newly wed... Milt Howell's daughter... Quite pretty, too, from this distance, with
that long, chestnut-colored hair...
"Hello," Marilyn said in a slightly raised voice, then she was walking toward the low
fence that separated the properties, her beach-towel draped loosely over her shoulders.
"I'm Marilyn Archer... and you must be Jill Neilson. Anita told us about you and your
new husband leasing her place for the summer."
"Hi," Jill replied, smiling readily, pleased that some thing, or some one, had appeared to
help her forget her immediate downcast mood. "Yes, we moved in last night. It's so
lovely here in Grover-Heights. I-I thought I heard someone splashing in your pooh..."
"I usually hop in around this time every morning," Marilyn said, closely observing the
young girl's lovely, oval face. She was even more fascinating at this range, she thought.
She had unusually bright gray eyes with little brown flecks and crystal-clear whites that
brimmed with youth and excitement. She liked the way her long chestnut-hued hair
enframed her face in a swinging pageboy variation, parted low on one side and combed
into a curving dip at the corner of her left eye. She was enchanting... but she had been
crying... "Anita used to join me just about every day... do you swim, Jill?"
"Oh yes, I love the water," the young girl replied, smiling.
"Then, you must join me... make a habit of it," Marilyn put in quickly. "Why don't you
slip into your suit and come over now? We'll have coffee afterwards?"
Jill hesitated, the invitation surprising her, but it was a short-lived pause. "Well..." she
said, thinking that the lovely blond's friendship was exactly what she needed at the
moment... after last night and this morning, "All right. I'll only be a moment, Mrs.
Archer..."
"Oh, come now, Darling," Marilyn interrupted her. "Let's not be that formal... not if
we're going to enjoy knowing one another. It's Marilyn, and I'll call you Jill."
The lovely young girl nodded cutely. "Okay, Marilyn... I'll be right over."

* * *

He was no drinker and that was for damn sure, Larry Neilson thought of himself as he
piloted his ancient vintaged Ford toward the PCC campus. To hell with the apartments;
he couldn't take that routine this morning. He'd catch them after classes if he felt
better. His skull throbbed like someone was inside it thumping his brain with a bass
drum mallet. God, he needed a pickup of some description... and he needed a wife with
less sexual propriety and more wanton variety... Hell, he didn't really mean that, he
realized even as he thought it; he loved her more than anything... anyone in the whole
lousy world, but they'd damn near destroyed her, those parents of hers, that warped
bitch of a mother especially... kept her so steeped in damnation doctrine that the poor
girl was afraid to let herself go. And Milt Howell, that corrupt bullfrog; he didn't fool
anyone with his blustering, big-shot, political image; he was a blowhard fraud through
and through... out to do whoever he could, and that's why he despised one Larry
Neilson... he knew his son-in-law was hip to him...
Well, to hell with them; it was Jill that he was concerned with. God, he'd never had
anyone before her that meant a damn to him, not after his parents were killed in the
accident some ten-years ago and he'd gone to live with an uncle and aunt in Syracuse,
and that had been like playing referee at a boxing club. It'd been the happiest day in his
life when he'd gotten his job and saved up enough to get out of there and come to
Parksburg to enroll at City College. Then, he'd met the gang that were eventually to
introduce him to Jill at a frat-party. God, they'd hit if off right from the beginning, all
except that one thing, sex... and as difficult as it had been, he had respected her wanting
to... no, insisting, that they wait until they were married... he loved her that much.
Damn, they had come close many times, though; she was as warm-blooded and vibrant
as was he, but something always tied her into knots seconds before they reached that
critical point.
Now, as he drove, the morning sun burning his eyes painfully in the aftermath of the
wine he had drunk the night before, he couldn't help but wonder if he had fucked her
before they were married... would there ever have been a wedding?
Hell, this was nonsense to be cluttering up his brain with. He loved her and he was a
lousy slob for slapping her, let alone walking away from her the way he had this
morning. God, she was lovely. All he had to do was look at her and his prick began to
swell to the size of a gourd...
"Hey, Larry! What's with it, man?"
He'd pulled up at an intersection stop and Rick Roster's red T-Bird came alongside
him. Arnie Wilks was in the passenger seat. Larry grinned and answered: "Got a class
in five-minutes."
"Me too, but I'm cuttin' this morning," said Rick. Then, in lowered voice: "Park the
heap and join us..." He held up a rolled, brown-papered cigarette and winked. "You
look as if you might be needing..."
Larry gave it a quick second thought... then nodded. Hell, he had never been more
needing. A little rapping with the guys might help, too; Christ knows, he had to
unwind someway...

* * *

Jill Neilson's voluptuous young body was a pleasant surprise to Marilyn. She wore a
rather modest white bikini that did nothing but enhance the supple firmness of her full,
high breasts, tiny waist, and perfectly rounded hips that hollowed enticingly into lush,
rotund buttocks. She was shorter in stature than her long-legged blonde neighbor, but
perfectly proportioned, with eyecatching, tapered legs and full thighs that glistened
provocatively with their satiny, light tanned skin. She hadn't done anything with her
hair, but then as they swam, she was careful not to get it wet, and once they were in the
kitchen, over coffee, Marilyn complimented her on its fine texture.
Casually, then, Marilyn had leaned onto the table and reached over to run her fingers
through the soft, chestnut tresses, the act somewhat startling Jill, but certainly not
offending her. In fact, she had experienced a tiny unqualified thrill at the stunning girl's
delicate touch. It occurred to her at that moment that in spite of her seeming maturity,
Marilyn Archer couldn't be much older than she, herself... perhaps twenty-two or
three... "Its so soft, Darling," said Marilyn, almost in a half-whisper. "I wish mine were
that way."
Jill sensed the flush to her face. "Y-You have lovely hair," she managed, tossing her
head habitually to flip her own back into place. "It's natural, isn't it... the color, I
mean...?"
Marilyn smiled. "Yes," she said. "That's one thing about it... its really that shade." She
arose from the table and walked to a cupboard, retrieving a half-filled bottle of brandy.
Then, on a second, probing thought and with her back still to Jill, she said: "I'm quite
far-haired all over... even to my more intimate parts..." This time, the blood rushed to
Jill's cheeks, even as she watched Marilyn's full, round buttocks move attractively
beneath the scanty bikini briefs that scarcely covered them, and the symmetrical lines of
her waist and hips as she stretched to reach up into the cupboard. Her own reactions to
the sight and presence of this ravishing woman both astonished and confused her. She
could still sense the delicate caress of Marilyn's hand to her hair moments before and
the odd thrill her touch had brought had yet to leave her. Abruptly, she began to nibble
at her full lower-lip in disconcertion.
"Sometimes, a little stimulant in the coffee is good for the nerves, Jill," said Marilyn,
returning to the table.
"Well... I-I'm afraid I'm not much of a drinker," Jill apologized with a nervous
halfsmile.
Marilyn ignored her statement and poured lightly into her coffee, then, her own. "I
think it might help, Darling," she said softly, reaching out to touch the younger girl's
small; delicate hand. "This morning, when I first spoke to you... you'd been crying...
Please... don't think I'm being nosy, Jill, but I do want us to be friends... and what else
are friends for, except to lean on when things suddenly seem to go all to hell with our
husbands... or whatever?"
Again, Jill was confused. She looked quickly up into Marilyn's gray-blue eyes and read
something there that both embarrassed and excited her, the smooth warmth of her
slender hand upon her own once more raising unfathomable feelings to quiver through
her. "I-I... we had an argument last night," she heard herself abruptly begin to stammer,
"Larry and I... It was terrible..." Marilyn felt a tiny tingle of excitement surge through
her at the enchanting girl's spontaneous little outburst. She'd reached her. She gently
pressed her hand tighter to Jill's, and spoke softly : "Sex, no doubt... that's the usual
ground for a night argument that carries into the next day. Men can be so damned
cruel..." It was her last words that brought the tears tumbling down Jill's cheeks, and
Marilyn quickly eased her chair around the table to position herself for the next move.
"There, there, now, Darling," she soothed. "I didn't mean to trip the dam... me and my
big mouth..." she went on, enfolding the lovely, sobbing girl into her arms and cradling
her head against her shoulder as she tenderly caressed the soft chestnut hair. "Poor...
poor darling," she cooed into Jill's ear, one hand softly stroking the satin-like skin of
her back while the other fondled and brushed at her long hair.
The warmth and affection Marilyn was showing her was too much for Jill. She couldn't
hold it any longer, and suddenly she heard herself pouring out the whole story... and
even more, all the way back to her young girlhood when she had first become aware of
her sex, it's meaning, and the distorted influence of her mother... On and on, she
talked, unburdening her soul, it seemed, for the first time in her entire life... telling this
beautiful, wonderful creature little private, intimate things that she had never even
mentioned to her Larry...
The calming effect of the brandied-coffee became more acceptable as time fleeted away
and she fell into a relieved state of near-tranquility, the mere knowledge of Marilyn's
compassionate understanding consoling her as she talked on.
Finally, they had gone into the living room and dropped down beside each other on the
davenport where they could be more comfortable. It was then that Jill first saw Kaptain
as the massive animal strolled into the room.
"Oh... what a beautiful dog!" she exclaimed, her eyes just the slightest bit blurred from
the amount she had drunk. "What's his name?"
"Kaptain," Marilyn replied, smiling and leaning forward, allowing her thigh to brush
against the soft, tanned one of Jill sitting next to her. "He's been sleeping in my
bedroom. Come here, Lover and let me hug you."
The great animal responded, whining affectionately as Marilyn wrapped her arms
around his neck and drew his head against her full, soft breasts that were straining
against the narrow wisp of her bikini-bra. Jill couldn't help but notice them, they were
so heavy, yet firm and erect in their creamy-white resilience. She had always been aware
of her own firm, full rounded pair, but Marilyn's were larger and more... My God, what
was she thinking of, anyway? Was she losing her mind... all sense of decency entirely?
She had to get out of there before she did, or said something she would be ashamed of
for the rest of her life... Whatever in God's name had come over her?
Suddenly, she got to her feet and Marilyn released Kaptain, a little expression of
surprise on her lovely face. "You're not leaving, Darling...?"
"Y-Yes, I have to," Jill stammered. "I-I still have some unpacking and settling..."
Marilyn offered an understanding smile, then slipped her arm around the soft, young
waist as she walked beside her to the kitchen door. "Of course, Darling... and here I've
been wasting your whole morning..." 'Oh, no... please don't think that, Marilyn," Jill
assured her quickly. "It's I who've wasted yours... telling you all my troubles and
breaking down the way I did..." They were at the door and Marilyn gently turned the
younger girl to face her. With one finger, she raised the enchanting, young oval face
and looked deeply into her eyes. "That's why I'm here, Darling," she said softly. "I'm
your friend... and we're going to be very close... aren't we?"
Jill felt a little shudder ripple over her. She instinctively knew what was going to happen
once she gave her answer... and she wanted it to... Finally, she said: "Y-Yes... I want us
to be close, Marilyn..." Slowly, gently, Marilyn leaned forward and Jill felt herself
growing helpless, unable to move as the soft wet lips closed down onto hers, never
harshly, nor with violence nor fury... just tenderly sweet... and then she had swung
away and out the door, not daring to look back unless she burst out crying once more
in her young bewildered enchantment.

* * *

Larry Neilson lay his head back against the leather-cushioned seat and dragged deep on
the brown-papered cylinder, holding the smoke momentarily in his lungs.
"How's Jill?" Rick asked, looking into the rearview mirror.
"Great," Larry lied to avoid explanations, content just to let the mellow wave sweep
over him. This was what he had needed... what the whole world needed. But he felt
obligated to reciprocate in kind, so, he asked: "You and Gloria still making it?"
Rick shrugged heavy, athletic shoulders. "It's touchy," he said. "She's a needier, you
know. Things like my dirty socks on the floor bother her. I'm glad we tried it out
before we said the words. We could never make it."
Larry took one more long pull and handed the weed to Arnie Wilks, then lay back
again to revel comfortably in his partially drugged glow. He watched Arnie suck in a
couple of drags and pass the joint to Rick...
They were almost at an intersection and Rick had taken his eyes from traffic a couple of
seconds too long. Larry saw it coming, but there was hardly time to give a warning. The
T-Bird went beyond the crosswalk against the light and the Mustang rammed with
accelerated pickup solidly into their left front fender, spinning both cars half-way round
in the center of the streets'-hub.
Hell, there wasn't time for anything. The jolt had knocked the roach from Arnie's hand
and Larry could see him fumbling and stomping around with his feet, endeavoring
futilely to grind away the evidence. The sheriffs car just appeared out of nowhere with
two uniformed deputies hopping out to assume command.
"Anyone hurt in here?" one of the officers questioned, pulling open Rick's door.
"I-I don't think so," Rick managed. "Y-You fellows all right...?"
"Yeah... okay," Arnie said.
"I'm all right," Larry replied, hoping to tell that Arnie'd done a good job on that
roach...
"Hey... what's that I smell?" the officer questioned, wrinkling his nose, then, leaning
inside to get a better whiff. Suddenly, he stepped back and placed his hand on the
revolver butt strapped to his hip. "Okay, get out of here, all of you and lean against the
car. Put your hands on the roof and freeze. Harry, over here... pot!" Of course, they
found the evidence half-ground away on the floor of the front-seat. In minutes, a
second patrol car arrived on the scene and the three of them were handcuffed and
whipped away to the County Court House where the Sheriff's Department and a
cellblock occupied the basement floor. Roughly, the uniformed men herded them into a
small interrogation room and ordered them to stand with their faces to the wall.
"Don't move and don't talk," a voice spat. "You give me any trouble and I'll bust your
fuckin' punk heads."
Larry felt nauseated. Christ in heaven, he'd really fouled up... not that he was worried
about himself, but Jill... she'd come apart. Something like this was all that her father
needed as a wedge to destroy their marriage. He'd haunt her... make her life miserable...
force her to leave him, then try to get the book thrown at his unwanted son-in-law. Oh,
he'd really performed, all right... really loused up their lives beautifully... Christ, he
could vomit...
Shad Bartok, veteran Deputy Sheriff of Parksburg County, had sat behind Sheriff Ben
Lyons' desk ever since the lawman was stricken with a coronary occlusion. At first, it
had been pretty certain that Sheriff Lyons was finished and Shad had felt confident that
he would assume the office, but with the passing of weeks Ben had grown stronger and
was now rapidly on the gain, which, ordinarily, would have found Shad praying for the
old-man's demise; under the circumstances, however, he was pleased to see Ben coming
along. He didn't want the job; it was too uncertain politically, especially now that things
were looking bright for him in the Parksburg Police Department. Milt Howell wanted
him for Chief, a permanent appointment, where the take alone was equal to three times
the Sheriff's annual salary... and Milt Howell usually got what he went after in
Parksburg. He had big ties all over the state, besides being the oldest member on the
Police and Fire Commission. All they had to do was oust David Archer, that young
snot-nosed punk who had gained too much prestige by pulling the rug out from under
Lew Devons; it was just a matter of Archer making one little mistake and they'd pounce
on him... a matter of patience... the waiting game, and there was no sweat there;
everybody made mistakes sooner or later. In the meantime, Milt would block his
permanent appointment everytime it came up before the Commission... but right at the
moment, a myriad of loosely connected thoughts were dancing through Shad Bartok's
mind.
He was a big man, heavy shouldered and thick chested, not yet given to fat for all of his
fifty years. His thrusting chin was square and cruel, his thick-lipped mouth invariably
twisted by the slimy-tipped cigar stub that jutted out from one corner. A flat, wide,
broken-nose decorated the center of his beard-shadowed face, but it was his sadistic,
flint colored little eyes that bespoke his vicious, cunning nature. He leaned back in his
chair, running a huge hand through his thinning gray hair and stared at one of the
young men two deputies had just picked up on a possession and using charge. They'd
bumped another car while under the influence, which was enough to give all three a
nice rap, but the lecherous thought that there might be a little forbidden excitement to
be had here had suddenly struck him.
The kid before him, sitting cuffed with his head down, was Milt Howell's son-in-law
and Milt hated his-guts. He'd given his name as James Smith... real original... but Shad
had recognized him from the few times he'd been at Milt's home right after his
daughter had married him... and it was Jill who was raising all of the licentious little
ideas in his mind. Christ, he remembered how he'd had all he could do to keep his eyes
off her tight, round young ass whenever she paraded through the house when he was
there. She was a luscious, sexy bitch... enough to drive a man right out of his mind...
but that man would have to be careful... clever if he wanted to get in to her... smart
enough not to blow a deal like the Police Chief setup with her old-man...
"James Smith, eh?" Shad growled, his small eyes sparkling as his brain raced in thought.
The picture was clear enough. Neilson knew if his sweet little wife's daddy got hold of
the truth, he'd bust 'em up and see that he took a ride in the bargain... so, he was
trying and hoping to hell he could pull it off. Well now... maybe he'd just play along
with him for awhile... at least, long enough to find out how tight Jill Neilson's sweet
lovely ass really was...
"Well, Smith, what've you got to say?" Bartok snapped.
Larry shook his head. The door opened and one of the arresting deputies entered. "I'm
going to book him now, Shad," the newcomer said.
"No. Take him out and lock him up for awhile. I'll talk to him later," Shad said. "I want
to give it a little thought..."
"Hell, why not book him, Shad? We got 'em cold."
"Damnit, do like I said," Bartok snapped. "Use your head, for Christ's sake. There's
jurisdiction involved here. Understand?"
Momentarily, the other stood in silence. He was thinking. "Yeah," he answered, finally.
"You're right. I didn't think of that..."
"Naturally," Bartok sneered. "Now, do like I say. Lock 'em up."
"Sure. Come on, you. Let's go."
Alone, Shad picked up the telephone directory and thumbed through it. He found Milt
Howell's number and dialed it. Milt's wife answered and with a slight changing of voice
tones, Shad asked for Mrs. Neilson. He was surprised to learn that the Neilsons had
moved and jotted down the number as it was given to him. Then, he dialed a second
time.
Jill's voice came sweetly through the receiver. Shad grinned to himself, his tiny eyes
lighting up lecherously. No use toying with her, he thought... he was holding the cards.
"Jill... this is Deputy Shad Bartok... maybe you remember me. I used to see you once in
awhile at your father's house..."
"Y-Yes... I think I do... What is it, Mr. Bartok?" Her voice came to him hesitantly.
"It's your husband, doll... There was an accident, but don't worry, he wasn't hurt any..."
"My God!" Jill exclaimed. "What is it? Tell me...!"
"He's in trouble, Honey, but don't get all shook up now. Maybe, we can work
something out. You better get right down here without wasting any time, eh?"
"Trouble? Dear God, what kind of trouble? Please, tell me..." Jill managed, her voice
shaking.
"Drugs, I'm sorry to say, Jill," Shad answered after a moment, letting his voice assume
its normal severity. "I'm not going to tell you it isn't serious... but I'll do what I can..."
"Oh... oh my God... he heard her whimper. "Does... does my father know?"
Shad grinned. "No one knows yet, Honey," he said, enjoying using the tender petnames. 
"The best thing you can do is get down here right away. Then... we'll see what
you and I can work out, eh?"
For a long moment, Jill didn't speak, then, at last, she sad: "I'll... I'll come right
down..."


Chapter 3

The excitement of near-conquest was still vibrantly alive in Marilyn Archer long after
her obviously flustered younger neighbor had left her. She had switched to scotch over
ice, foregone her poolside chaise-longue because of the summer heat, shed her bikini
and stretched out on the bed with an erotic novel David had brought home from
somewhere. Less than a half-chapter later, the combined ingredients for a cool, quiet
afternoon were too much: she couldn't keep her mind off Jill Neilson's bewitchingly
exquisite body and that delicious moment that she knew was inevitably to come: while
her own lovely nakedness that was being reflected to her in the large strategically placed
mirror, along with the stimulation from the scotch and the printed tale of a young
maiden getting delightfully raped against her will by three dreadful motorcycle-gang
brutes with impossible-sized cocks, had done nothing but work her up to a state of
passionate need.
She lay on her back, propped against the pillows, one leg raised voluptuously at the
knee, her head slightly tilted to observe her soft, white creamy likeness in the long, 
giltedged wall-mirror. She lay down her book and subconsciously stroked the raised thigh
with long slender fingers, letting their tips play lightly along the edge of the sparse
golden hair at her pelvis, up over her flat little belly to her full, erect breasts where,
narcissistically, they began to gently massage and caress the resilient flesh, then tease
and tweak the tiny pink nipples into quivering hardness.
Damn... she was so hot she could burst into flames! Whatever had happened to that
Radcliffe girl who had thought sex was one step above a disease, even after she'd
married her handsome, ambitious young husband? Of course, she knew that she could
answer the question readily enough, but she would never forget the horror that had
become a part of the ecstasy the foul and vicious Lew Devons and his cohorts had
submitted her to, nor the shocking terror and repugnance of being raped by a massive
beast... Dear God, her own beautiful Kaptain... She couldn't help but smile to herself,
now... The hours of pleasure her beautiful Kaptain had brought her... her animal lover...
Christ in heaven, she couldn't get enough anymore ! Her desire and need for fulfillment
seemed constantly with her. Anita had done much to alleviate her ever growing want
but Anita was gone... and now there was Jill... voluptuous, entrancing Jill...
Marilyn sighed heavily. Kaptain approached the bedside and whimpered. She petted his
great head lovingly with one hand while she stroked her full, soft breast with the other.
Tiny prurient sensations raced across her belly to spiral through her. God, she had to
do something... if her darling David were only there right at that moment. She wanted
someone to kiss and suck her lips... her breasts... to hold her and whisper things to
her...
"Wait, baby," she spoke softly to the anxious animal. "Wait..." The music of the door
chimes reached her. She hesitated and listened until she was sure. It came again and she
arose, slightly irritated, grabbing up her yellow wrapper and slipping it on. Some
damnable salesman, she thought.
It was young Donnie Trent.
"Pay for the paper, Mrs. Archer?" he said, wearing a bright, smooth-faced smile.
"Oh... hi, Honey... sure. Come on in." Marilyn greeted, pressing open the screened
door and holding it while the boy entered.
He passed close to her, his arm and shoulder lightly brushing the tip of one protruding,
sensitive breast behind the thin material covering it, causing a tiny little sensation to
ripple over her. Respondingly, she pulled the wrapper tighter across her nakedness and
smiled at him as he looked at her, then, away quickly. His face was flushing... good
Lord, he must have noticed the contact, too... but he was just a little boy...
"H-How much is it, Dear?" she asked, unnecessarily, knowing to the penny, but
needing to say something as she walked to the desk where she kept petty-cash.
"Two-fifty, Mrs. Archer," he said from behind her and it was as if she could feel his avid
blue eyes traveling the length of her body, endeavoring to penetrate her single garment,
wondering what she wore beneath it. God, she was letting her desire-filled mind run
away with her... over-rule her usual sound senses. She fumbled in the drawer and
turned toward him with a bill in her hand.
"Do you have change, Honey?"
"Y-Yes, mam." He, too, fumbled in his pockets.
Marilyn approached him with the bill in her hand, her eyes measuring him
appraisingly. He was a handsome boy, she thought, wondering why she hadn't noticed
that before... and he was big, with good young shoulders and tanned, athletic arms. The
soft, peach-like fuzz on his forearms and cheeks instigated a prominent little tingle of
excitement in her belly, and she couldn't help but speculate over the size of his more
secret parts...
"Two-fifty... three... four... five-dollars... Thank you, Mrs. Archer," he said, glancing up
at her only once as he made change.
"It's so hot, Dear... wouldn't you like a Coke or something?" Marilyn heard herself ask
him, once more pulling her wrapper tighter around her.
"Well... yeah, that'd be swell, Ma'am," he replied with a pleasing, onesided grin.
Again, she sensed a little fermentation of delight trickle through her as he accepted her
invitation, and it occurred to her that she was actually flustered... "Sit down and I'll get
us both something," she said, pointing toward the davenport. "Then, you can tell me
about the camera you always have with you."
"Thanks," he said, dropping onto the long couch while she smiled down at him. "I-I
like to take pictures."
"I know... I've watched you," Marilyn told him, talking back over her shoulder while
she went into the adjoining kitchen. "You didn't know you were being watched I'll
bet... did you?"
Holy crap! She'd been watching him! A crazy feeling of apprehension mixed with
excitement raced through Donnie Trent. Did she know he'd been taking pictures of
her... watching her... peeping in her bedroom window? Maybe, she intended to bawl
him out... warn him that she'd tell his parents if he did it again... ? He should've said
no to the Coke and let... But man, she didn't have hardly anything on underneath that
robe she was wearing! He'd brushed right up against the end of her tit... could feel it
hard like a berry... Man, his thing was getting stiff...
"You didn't answer me, Donnie," Marilyn said as she re-entered the room carrying a
tray with a glass filled with ice, a bottle of Coke and a smaller glass of amber-colored
liquid with a couple of ice-cubes in it. She sat down beside him, placing the tray on the
cocktail table. "Did you know you were being watched?"
"N-No, Ma'am... I didn't."
She smiled, poured and handed him his glass, then picked up her own. "Mine's a little
stronger," she said and Donnie thought he detected a slight tremble to her hand as she
raised it in salute. "To people who watch other people."
He gulped, raised his glass the way he'd seen it done in the movies, and took a swallow.
Holy crap, she was pretty... and her robe had fallen a little bit open; he could see some
of the deep crease between her boobies, even a part of one... where it began to swell out
from her chest like a mountain... soft looking... creamy-white... and even part of her leg
way up high...! Man, she must not be wearing anything underneath...!
Suddenly, Marilyn inched closer to him, reaching out for the encased camera he wore
dangling from a strap over his shoulder. She said: "That looks like a nice camera,
Donnie. Sometime, you'll have to bring your pictures over and show them to me."
"Y-Yeah... I'll do that," he managed. "I-I've got some of your dog... and you're in them,
too."
"Really? Of Kaptain?" Marilyn said, hardly knowing what words were coming out of
her mouth. Dear God... how did one go about seducing a boy? He was beautiful, and
just his nearness was now sending wild, galvanic sensations charging through her. It
was crazy, absolutely insane, but she had to touch him... hold him... feel the
smoothness of his youthful, firm flesh against her hand... in her mouth! "T-Tell me,
Donnie... do you have any girlfriends?"
"W-What? Girlfriends...?" he repeated, jerking his eyes level with hers to see the wild
little sparks swirling around in them. "I... yes... that is, no, I guess not... not really
anyway."
"You like girls, don't you?" Marilyn said softly, reaching now for his strong, young
hand.
"Y-Yes... sure..." he managed, a gigantic shock surging through him at the contact of
her warm smooth hand on top of his own. Holy crap! What was she doing? His thing
was getting as stiff as a board... and man, now he could see almost all of one tit! God
almighty! What was happening?
Marilyn let her tongue slip out to run over her dry lips nervously. She felt hot and
flushed all over and her brain was racing madly as she moved closer to the handsome
boy beside her and slowly raised his hand to slip inside her flimsy robe and press
against her vibrant, naked breast.
"Older girls?" she whispered, moving her face nearer to his, until she could smell the
clean aroma of soap from his fresh, youthful skin. "Girls like me...?"
Momentarily, Donnie was petrified. She was holding his hand tight against her naked
tit, and it was as if the firm, smooth mound of flesh was going to burn a hole right into
his palm! Holy crap, he didn't know what to think... or do...! Her real bare tit right in
his hand! He was so tight inside, he could yell right out...!
"You didn't answer me, Donnie... Do you like me...?" Marilyn whispered excitedly,
brushing her lips against the smooth down of his cheek as suddenly she felt his strong
hand cup experimentally the quivering flesh of her hot, breast.
"Y-Yes... yes... I do," he half-gasped. "I... I like you... an awful lot..." His hesitant
revelation caused a delightful chill to ripple over her. She lowered her eyes and saw the
bulge at his crotch, swelling the front of his jeans. She smiled against his cheek and
dropped her hand to touch him there. She whispered: "You do like me. I can tell
because this is hard."
Donnie Trent whimpered aloud, his body jerking uncontrollably at the contact of her
hand with his penis. He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them trace
the outline of it gently, and of a sudden, he thought he might piss his pants, the feeling
she was causing him was so intense. Marilyn was surprised at its length and 
thickness, so much so, that she couldn't stand the suspense any longer. Suddenly, she
withdrew his hand from inside her robe and got to her feet, holding onto him as she led
him toward the bedroom. My God, she had to get his clothes off and run her hands
over him... kiss him and love him... she was going out of her mind in her wildly
building passion.
Donnie Trent wasn't certain but what he was in a dream... a crazy, impossible dream...
but there was Kaptain, the dog on the bedroom floor watching them, and Mrs. Archer
was leading him toward the bed... then, of a sudden, she was naked... completely and
absolutely bare, with her tits sticking right out at him, their little pink nipples like
berries on the ends... and... and there it was! Her cunt! He could see the pink slit right
through the thin, silky hair that was the same color as that on her head...! Then... then,
she was pulling him down onto the bed beside her and fumbling with his clothes...!
He couldn't speak. His mouth and throat felt as if they had been swabbed out with
cotton. He lay perfectly still and she got onto her knees, unbuttoning his shirt and
stripping it off, then kissing his naked chest and running her tongue over his nipples,
moaning and breathing heavy all of the time, her great big tits hanging down and
bouncing against his belly, sending crazy shocks all through him... Then, she was
unzipping his fly and pulling his jeans down over his hips. He raised them to help and
she gasped right out when his pecker shot up, snapping against his belly it was so rigid.
"Oh God," she moaned. "It's beautiful, Honey... beautiful."
She'd had no idea that a boy of eighteen could have such a marvelously thick, long
prick. But what pleased her most was his still scantiness of pubic hair; she could
actually count them... and his balls were so tight and round, their soft vulnerable sac
making her think of a large walnut with the dark seam-like ridge that separated them.
Quickly, she pulled his pants from him, then crawled up beside him, slipping one arm
beneath his shoulders and drawing his face to her.
"Are you scared, Darling?" she whispered.
"A... a little."
"Don't be, my sweet. I won't hurt you," she hissed, running her free hand hungrily over
his smooth, strong young body, feeling the sleek muscles beneath the skin to her touch
as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of him, her lips finding his to let her
tongue play lightly upon his lips, while she raised one soft, white thigh over him and
pressed her moistening, down-covered loins tight against his solid thigh with a little
undulating motion. "I'm going to make you the happiest boy in the whole world. Do...
do you want that, Darling...?"
"I... yes... I guess so... yes... yes, I do," he stammered.
Before he realized what was happening, she had slithered down his body and had
spread his legs and wedged between them, until her face was right above his aching
penis. Then she smiled up at him... the prettiest smile he'd ever seen in his life, and he
watched as she took his prick right into her soft, smooth hand, her touch to it causing
him to shiver all over. She began to stroke it tenderly, lovingly, sliding the loose skin up
and down in a slow way... like he sometimes did himself, then, she arose to her knees
and just stayed up there over him, her face and mouth only inches above the moist
purplish head. She held it tight between both hands for a moment, rolling it between
her palms, then moving her hands up and down in a way that made him pump his hips
with her.
Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat as he stared at her head dropping slowly
toward the hardness of his prick and her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly
into the wet tiny slit on its end. He whimpered aloud and chills ran up his back, then,
she brought her mouth down to it, enclosing the full, pulsating knob in a soft, warm
pressure. He cried out, thrusting his young loins upward automatically as the warm
moistness of Marilyn's open lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive head. He couldn't
believe it as he watched her pretty lips tighten like an elastic band around it just below
the head, as if it were a stick of candy and she was holding it inside the warm, wet
cavern of her mouth.
"Holy crap!" he whimpered aloud, lifting his head from the bed to stare down at her
beautiful fish-shaped mouth sucking on him. Once, he'd seen a dirty picture of a
woman doing that to a man that one of the guys had at school, and he'd thought about
it at night in bed when it got hard and he wanted to jerk-off, but to think that she... his
own Mrs. Archer was doing it to him... he just couldn't believe it was true! The sight of
his stiff rod of flesh pushed right in between her ovaled lipstick rimmed lips was just
about driving him crazy. And then, she stopped and raised her head to smile up at him
once more, her lips glistening wetly from her tongue.
"Do you like it, Darling?"
"Wow... yes... you're not going to stop now, are you...?"
"No, Darling, no," she half-whispered. "But there's more I've got to teach you... if
you're going to be my boyfriend... You want to be, don't you?"
"Yes... yes, I want to be..." Again, she smiled lovingly up at him and took his solid shaft
of flesh in her hand; she bent down and lavished it with her warm, wet tongue,
brushing and grazing from its base along its wide underside to it coronal ridge, moist
and protruding from its pulled-back foreskin, washing, playing and caressing it with
every lapping stroke, then back down to its base and below to the smooth, velvety flesh
of his hairless balls, saliva dribbling excitedly down her tongue as she coated his sac
with smooth sweeping strokes; then she raised his thighs, pressing them back to expose
his tight brownish anus and she trailed her saliva moistened tongue along the coral-like
ridge between his wide-spread young buttocks, circling tauntingly the puckered little
hole, painting his inner asscheeks, finally, stiffening its tip in an effort to penetrate the
crinkled sphincter of his rectum.
Marilyn was wild with frenzied new sensations churning in her loins at the
forbiddenness of her wanton pedophiliac act, thrilling, erotic fermentations she had
never experienced before in her young life. The delicious sweet piquancy of his young,
virginal-genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm with the mere thought
alone... a phenomenon she would never have believed possible. God! She wanted to
suck his youthful sperm into her throat and belly; She had to! Quickly, she trailed her
tongue back over his proud young balls and along the solid shaft to its throbbing head,
slipping her lips down over it once more. God, there would be many many more hours
like this and she could teach him everything, but now she must suck the nectar from
his magnificent white young cock.
Donnie gaped down at her with open mouth. Again, she was holding his prick with one
hand and sucking it steadily, rhythmically, up and down and with a twisting motion of
her tongue at the peak of each stroke. He tensed his crotch muscles, pushing his shaft
up at her face, the sight of his own act making him want to piss again. She moaned and
began to suck harder, nipping now and then with her teeth and making him gasp right
out loud. His cock was white beneath the scraping suck and rich purple at its smooth,
rubbery tip.
Suddenly, she took her hand from his pecker and slipped both of them under the
cheeks of his ass, holding them while she plunged her mouth down over it from above.
Holy crap! It disappeared right up into her mouth... all of it... going all the way back
into the tightness of her throat! It struck him then that his wasn't the first she'd ever
sucked. Probably her husband's... godamn him! He hated him!
Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making his prick-head vibrate and jump
crazily. He stared at her breasts... those beautiful tits jerking and dancing below her
pumping body, the sight making it all the better... and then he felt the gnawing feeling
in his nuts. He watched her face stuffed full with his prick, working over him hungrily,
her lips being pulled out as if her mouth was being turned inside out every time she
came up off of it, her cheeks puffing in and out as she sucked. He forced his crotch
further up at her face, until he was right off the bed. His mouth was terribly dry and his
cock felt as if it was going to shatter all apart any second.
Holy crap! Did she know what would happen if she kept sucking it like that? The stuff
would shoot right out of it... and it was going to... any godamned second now... blow
right out into her mouth! He couldn't push her away! He writhed his strong young
hips furiously and tangled his hands in her long ash-blonde hair, the hot white stuff
staring to cum! He clenched his teeth and cried out!
His cock lurched into a frenzied staccato jerking that flooded Marilyn's wildly sucking
mouth with gush after gush of his delicious young, white hot sperm, bloating her
cheeks outward with every throbbing, seething squirt, and she swallowed ravenously as
she moaned against his pumping organ, while her own unbelievable climax, at the mere
thought of his gallant youthful loins shooting his semen down her throat, nearly
overwhelmed her and she plunged one hand between her thighs to her moist cunt lips
and tweaked and pulled at her throbbing, erect clitoris.
Donnie watched with blurred vision the sight of her trembling convulsing body as with
one last, whimpering groan he emptied the last of his pecker-cream between her lips
and he lay there in near painful exhaustion, until gradually his thing went soft in her
mouth; yet, she still nibbled at it, sucking out the very last drop of its stuff... It was then
that he began to feel ashamed.
She lay for some time with her head resting on his belly, then she eased up beside him
and kissed him on the mouth.
It almost made him sick. He sat up with a bolt, and jumped off the bed.
"I've gotta go," he said, grabbing at his clothes and beginning to pull them on, not
looking at her, his face suddenly flushed once more.
Marilyn felt hurt at first, but then, slow-realization came to her as she imagined how he
must feel, his very first time with a girl. She smiled faintly to herself and got from the
bed, slipping into her robe. She waited until he was dressed then went around the bed
to him.
"Are you angry with me, Donnie?" she asked softly.
He couldn't look at her. "No," he managed. "I'm not angry. I just have to be going is
all..."
"In a day or two you'll feel different," she said, smiling gently. "You can come back
then... but remember, it's our secret, me being your girlfriend. You mustn't tell
anyone... understand, Darling?"
"I-I understand," he replied, still unable to face her. He started toward the door, then
paused for a moment. "I-I like you a lot," he said abruptly, then ran out and down the
little hallway.
Marilyn listened as the door closed behind him. She smiled warmly to herself. My God,
he was a beautiful boy...!


Chapter 4

Following Shad Bartok's call, Jill Neilson had all she could do to keep her wits about
her. At first, an overwhelming wave of near-frantic shock possessed her and she fell into
a frenzied fit of crying, even as she managed to get into street clothes and haphazardly
apply her makeup. Dear God, her father mustn't learn of this; she felt certain he'd use
it to destroy Larry... he despised him that much. They had to hush it up at all costs... At
the last moment, she remembered that she had no car and her next thought was to ask
Marilyn to drive her; then she decided that might not be wise. No one must know, at
least until she found out herself how bad his situation was. She would call a taxi...
All of the way to the County Court House, her brain whirled in a churning frenzy,
terrified by the seriousness of the charge they were holding her darling on. God in
heaven, how could Larry have been such a fool? Shad Bartok had used the word
"drugs", nothing more, and she was desperately trying to rationalize it. Before they were
married she knew that Larry had smoked a little pot... she had even tried it herself at a
party and found it no worse then a few cocktails, perhaps not as bad... but it was
difficult for her to believe he would do anything like that since their wedding, knowing
it might jeopardize their future together, the way her daddy felt about him. She couldn't
imagine it being anything stronger than pot... not Larry; she had heard him put the
hard stuff down to others too many times... But why? How? Had he been that angry
with her over last night... ?
Inside the County Court House building, she grew panicky and decided she must talk
to someone. Dear God, if she ever needed a friend, she needed one at that moment.
"H-Hello... Marilyn? This is Jill... Marilyn, I... I..."
"Jill, Darling, what is it?" Marilyn's concerned voice replied quickly through the
receiver. "What's wrong? A-Are you crying?"
"I... I... Oh Marilyn, something terrible's happened. I'm down town at the County
Court House... the... the Sheriff's office is holding Larry. They've... they've arrested him
on a drug charge..." Jill paused, waiting, hoping that her new friend could say
something that would strengthen her, but instead, for a long moment she heard
nothing but the beautiful blonde's breathing. "Marilyn... ? Are you there?"
"Yes, of course, Darling. I'm just trying to think what to do. Have you seen him or
talked to him yet?"
"No. They called me and I just rushed down here... but then, I became frightened and
had to talk to someone... so, I phoned you..."
"You poor, sweet darling," Marilyn soothed.
"You should've come right here after they let you know..."
"I was so upset..."
"Yes, of course you were. Well, you go ahead and try to see him. Find out all of the
particulars," Marilyn advised reassuringly. "In the meantime, I'll call David. He'll help
someway... at least, he'll be able to tell us what to do. Try to call me back in a half-hour,
Darling."
"All right, I will. And... and thank you, Marilyn," Jill said, biting at her lip to keep from
bursting into tears.
Marilyn's voice assumed a noticeable soft sibilance that caused an unexpected tremor of
flitter over Jill's tense, frightened person. She said: "You already know that there's
nothing I wouldn't do for you... don't you...?"
"Y-Yes..." Jill managed, barely above a whisper. "I-I know. I-I'll call you as soon as I
can..."
"And don't be afraid, Darling. Everything will be all right," Marilyn said confidently.
Jill hung up slowly; she felt better. Marilyn had given her the necessary reinforcement
of spirit she had needed. She raised her chin and left the booth, walking toward the
down-stairway, a mental picture of Marilyn Archer's beautiful face filling her mind.

* * *

"We can talk more privately here," Shad Bartok said, opening the door to a small room
that led off the Sheriff's inner-office. Jill hesitated, then moved past him into the smaller
chamber that was windowless and furnished with a barren, marred table, two chairs,
and a low cot with a mattress covered by an olive-drab blanket. "Sheriff Ben uses this
room for nappin', amongst other things, when he's up and around, but someone's
always walking in out there. Can't talk private like we need to. Sit down, Honey." His
use of pet-names had not escaped Jill since he'd first spoken to her on the telephone.
There was something frightening about it; she had known him for several years from
his acquaintanceship with her father, but there had never been any "uncle-ish"
relationship that would serve as a foundation for his sudden familiar attitude. In face,
she had harbored a dislike for him from the beginning, aware of the lecherous manner
in which his small, flint-colored eyes had followed and undressed her right in her own
home... and they were doing that right at the very moment.
She eased down onto the edge of a chair, her eyes fixed on his square chin as he half-sat
on the barren, marred table. She said: "May I see my husband, Deputy Bartok?"
"Time enough for that, Little lady," he replied gruffly. "First off, I think you and me
better go over a few things... kind of see eye-to-eye, so's to speak... eh?"
Jill looked at him for a long silent moment. She saw the licentious gleam lighting his
evil, cunning eyes and she began to wonder if she hadn't made a mistake coming there
alone. If only she had asked Marilyn to come down...
"We picked up your husband with two other students from the college. They were
smoking pot and driving," Bartok said, as if bringing her up to date. "They caused an
accident at the corners of Cedar Avenue and Sixteenth street... fortunately, nobody was
hurt, but that doesn't lessen the charge one iota, Honey. It's a grave offense... and I hate
to think what could happen to him."
Jill had still not spoken; she continued to stare at him while he talked on, his little eyes
constantly raking her soft young body salaciously. She said finally: "Y-You said could
happen to him. D-Does that mean there's a way to avoid... avoid punishment?"
Shad Bartok broke into a slow grin. He took the cigar stub from his mouth and spread
his lips further until she could see his yellowed, square teeth. Finally, he nodded.
"Might be, Honey," he said, running his thick tongue over his lips, "Just might be."
A light rash of goose-flesh broke out on her satiny skin as she gaped at him, refusing to
acknowledge the lust-filled gleam flaming deep in his eyes. He continued to grin; she
managed: "I... I don't think I understand..."
"Oh?" he said with surprise, letting his eye-level drop lasciviously to her firm, full
breasts. "Well then, just let me clarify for you. The charges we're holding your husband
on, Honey, are about as serious as I want to make them. On the other hand, I might be
able to overlook them entirely... if it's worth my time. Is that clear to you...?"
He was mocking her; the twist to his sadistic mouth told her that much. She couldn't
take her eyes from his evil, lecherous face. It wasn't the first time she had ever heard of
"buying" one's freedom from the authorities even there in Parksburg, but she had never
in God's name dreamed that one day she might be faced with the situation. Mother of
God, she had no money; they hadn't had time to save as yet... and she couldn't ask her
father...
"We have no money," she said, almost desperately. "Larry's still in school. And I can't
ask my father. There must be some other way..."
"Hmmmm," Shad Bartok grunted, rubbing his big hand over his chin. It was following
the pattern he had hoped it would. He felt his heavy organ stir inside his pants as he
drank of the loveliness of her voluptuous young body seated tense and helpless on the
edge of the chair before him. He was going to fuck her... slip his growing prick right in
between those imagined, soft white thighs, and hold that tight little ass in both hands
until he made it squirm. Damned, if he wasn't! "Your daddy'd be right upset if he
learned the truth, wouldn't he, Honey...?"
"Oh God, he mustn't find out!" Jill blurted, coming to her feet. "He just mustn't!"
The big lawman continued to rub his chin, his evil smirk only faintly present now as
his eyes devoured her ravenously. "Well now," he said after a moment, "seems as if
you've got a little problem, Dolly. Let's see if we can work it out. You want to get your
husband out of this, but you haven't any money... and you can't go to your daddy
because you don't want him to find out about it, else he's going to cause a lot of
trouble. So... that doesn't leave you much to barter with, does it? Except, of course...
your luscious ass."
He might have slapped her; the shock couldn't have been greater. The obvious filthy
meaning of his statement struck her with the impact of a blow and momentarily her
head swam. She had to grab hold of the table-edge to keep her balance, and with open
mouth and eyes agape, she stared at him.
"What's a matter, Baby? Did that jolt the hell out of you?" Bartok questioned, leering at
her. "Or is it that maybe you think your ass is too good for the likes of Shad Bartok?
Well now, if that's it, you better just change your ideas, girl, else I'll slap that husband
of yours so far in the clink, he'll be the next five-years getting out."
Jill stared at him... this huge, ugly gargoyle of a human monster who... who, somehow,
had come to gain an upper hand over her. She felt the muscles of her stomach tighten
and a clamminess creep the length of her spine. She trembled noticeably and said:
"You... you're suggesting that I... we... my God! You are, aren't you?"
Bartok grinned lewdly at her. What kind of naive little bitch was she playing at now?
She knew damned well what he meant... had known ever since she walked in here with
him. These young twats today... trying to pretend they were so godamned much more
intelligent than his generation, revolting against all of the tried and true, wanting
everything handed to them on a silver platter as if it was owed to them... never paying
for a damn thing... Well, this little cunt was going to pay for what she wanted. He
straightened up and took a step toward her.
Instantly. Jill backed away, moving in small steps until the backs of her knees came
against the edge of the cot and she sat down heavily. Bartok grinned, walked to the
door and locked it; he went to the table, pulled open a drawer and brought out a half
filled bottle of amberish colored liquid.
"Put this in the drawer earlier. Thought it might come in handy," he said. He produced
two small glasses and pouring into them, then, approached her with one. "It isn't going
to be as bad as you're figuring, Honey," he said. "Stop and think about it. You want to
get your husband out of this, don't you? And you don't want Milt to know. So... we
make a little trade... your hubby's freedom and my silence for your ass... a nice sweet
fuck, and that's something I've thought about many, many times, Baby."
Subconsciously, Jill accepted the drink he pressed into her hand, her mind reeling with
that final, filthy, decisive word he had uttered, yet she could still only gape at him. She
was not even conscious of the fact that she had automatically raised the drink to her
lips until a tiny rivulet dribbled to her chin and she touched at it with her finger. The
strong spirits caused her tongue to tingle and then there was an almost welcome
burning at the base of her stomach. Dear God, she needed something to keep her from
fainting.
"P-Please... you don't mean that... that nothing except money... or... or giving myself to
you physically is the only way...?" Jill stammered, looking up at him pitifully.
He grinned. "No... I only mean half of that. Money wouldn't do you any good. Just that
tight ass, little lady," he hissed down at her matter-of-factly. "Nothing else, sweetheart...
just that tight little ass."
"Oh dear God!" Jill moaned, covering her face with her one free hand. "Why did I
come here... why...?"
Her words angered him and he slapped the glass from her hand, sending it across the
room and against the wall to shatter. "Damn you! You little stuck-up cunt!" he spat,
dropping down beside her. "Who in hell do you think you are? Now, you listen to me,
bitch. You'll fuck, understand? 'Cause if you don't, I'll ruin that husband of yours and
make sure your father finds out in the bargain, and you know what'll happen to your
marriage, then, eh?"
"Oh God, no... no, please!" Jill begged as she wept. "Stop... I'll... I'll do it... whatever
you say... anything... only promise me that you'll let Larry go free after... and that my
father'll never knew."
Bartok's eyes gleamed evilly and he licked at his lips once more. "Sure," he said. "You
be nice to me and I'll let him go free."
"And my father... he won't know?"
"He won't know," the lawman replied quickly.
Jill's entrails revolted at his nearness. She wanted to vomit. She could smell the heavy
perspiration odor of his clothing and body. Dear God! Dear God! Dear God! What was
to become of her? But she had to? But she had to! What else could she do? Where
could she turn? Suddenly, she raised her chin, then, took the almost full glass from his
hand brazenly. She lifted it to her lips and holding her breath, drained it with one great
swallow, the raw liquor burning at her throat and belly like hot, liquid fire. At last, she
looked up into his huge, ugly face, and suddenly he clutched her to him and kissed her.
Mother of God! She felt his lips repulsively hot and wet upon her own! The filthy
brute! He kissed her again, his tongue wet and thick, crashing into her mouth between
her soft tender lips, brushing and exploring vilely around the inside, and abruptly, she
was nearly overwhelmed by the odor of his foul sweat, mixed with cheap cologne and
the unbelievable overpowering bulk of his massive body.
"You want another drink?" she heard him inquire as he gradually eased back from her,
releasing her once more. "It helps."
"Y-Yes... yes, please," she managed, the first effects of the alcohol beginning to make
itself known as the stimulant raced wildly through her bloodstream. Certainly, she was
going to have to be numb beyond any reasoning whatsoever to carry through with this
horrible nightmare!
He stood, went to the table and poured once more, then returned to sit down beside
her. She took the glass, raised it to her lips and felt the amber liquid searing her throat
as it spilled into her stomach with a further warming sensation that quickly began to
spread through her. He moved closer to her, placing his hand on top of hers where it
rested on her thigh, and as she watched his little aggression, her heart seemed to bolt,
surging upward toward her throat, taking her breath away while she squirmed
backward against the wall behind. He grinned, breathing heavily, those lascivious
explosions ever taking place in his eyes.
"Christ!" he gasped. "You're a delicious piece. How old are you, anyway?"
The liquor was burning courage into her bloodstream. "Eight... Eighteen," she replied,
still cowering from him.
"Godamn!" he hissed. "Almost a virgin..." She felt his hand move across her flat, tense
stomach and around her waist as he slithered closer to her, until his big, ugly face was
but inches from her own. She wanted to cry out, she was so frightened, yet, she
couldn't deny that the touch of his hand and its warmth through the thin material of
her summer-dress sent an unwanted, unbelievable spasm to surge through her; but
neither could she ignore the fact that she was a married woman and being forced to
submit to and commit adultery with this wicked brute of a man, whom, she had loathed
for years.
"Oh God, stop! Stop it this minute!" Jill spat, squirming from his grasp and struggling
to her feet unsteadily. "I don't know what's going to happen... to me or Larry... but I
can't let you do it I just can't! I'm not a prostitute, you understand? No matter what
happens...!"
Shad Bartok leaped to his feet, his mouth twisted cruelly. "No matter what happens,
eh?" he spat. "Well now, we'll see, Baby. So far, I've tried to be nice to you, make it
easy on you... but I'm losing my patience. I'm going to fuck that cunt of yours, damn
you, even if I have to rape you!"
Jill froze in her tracks. Her mouth dropped open loosely and her eyes widened in utter
disbelief, the use of his obscene tongue causing only a minor repulsiveness within as
she realized his sincerity.
She felt his hands dart around her waist and the strength of his powerful arms as he
clutched her tight against him, those same hands dropping down to encompass the
round full spheres of her buttocks.
"M-My father," she stammered. "I'll tell him. I swear I will!"
He grinned down into her face. "No... no, you won't tell him anything, Baby. We both
know that, don't we. You think too much of that punk-husband of yours... and you
know what'll happen if Daddy ever learns about him being hauled in on a drug charge.
Besides, I'd only deny it... pretend you were trying to malign me for doing my duty...
and who do you think they'd believe?"
Jill could only stare the few inches into his face as his teasing, lecherous hands
continued to massage her buttocks and press her squirming loins tighter into the rising
bulge at the front of him shamefully.
Dear God, he was right and she knew it! Who would believe her, once it became
known that Larry was arrested on a drug charge? Certainly, not her father. Where
could she turn... ? If only she could think clearly... but her head was swimming with the
effects from the liquor... Why, why, why had Larry had to do this awful thing to them?
Her darling Larry... she loved him so... Mother of Christ! The brute's vile thing was
grinding right into her!
Bartok lowered his head slowly, completely engulfing her soft, wet mouth with his own
lips, his tongue darting out to slash between her lips and against her teeth as Larry
often did, and an uncontrollable tremor rippled over her. He held her close, his big
hands hot and moving as they dug into the moons of her buttocks, forcing her pelvis
tighter against him, his height placing the throbbing bulge of his loins tight into the
softness of her belly.
Oh God! Momentarily, she struggled against him, then realized the uselessness of the
effort and simply let herself go, her mouth opening to the pillage of his tongue, her
entire body relaxing in defeat against him as slowly he drew her down onto the cot, his
massive right hand absorbing her full, erect breast in its palm.
"Oh... oh... oh," Jill groaned and he pulled away, grinning at her.
"You're going to love it," he hissed, his hands wandering over her exploringly as he
leaned above her and laved the smooth, satiny skin of her lovely face with his tongue.
"It's time you knew what a real fuck means to a girl, baby, getting a man-sized cock
jumpin' around up into your belly."
Oh... oh no, no, no...! and then, in spite of her horror, she was alive suddenly with
unwanted sensation that she couldn't begin to control, that her own husband had
refused to fulfill last night! His hands, his tongue his whole body had set her aflame
with desire... easily aroused, still unfulfilled desire that her own Larry had never
quenched. Never, never had she felt a more wanton craving... Larry, Darling! Oh, Larry,
why? Why? I love you so! His hand was on her leg... her thigh... her inner thigh... and
in her utter helplessness she wanted it there! Yes, yes, oh Christ, yes! It was so warm
and big and soft and gentle... and close...!
"Godamn, you're the most delicious little bitch I've ever seen," Bartok hissed as he lay
her down, stretched out beneath him on the cot. "Shit, I'm going to fuck and suck your
cunt 'till you whimper for mercy," he whimpered hoarsely, his hands gliding up and
down the soft smooth flesh of her inner thigh, enjoying the soft nylon mesh of her hose
just before it ceded to the hot flesh of her warm, vibrant thighs. He let his hands brush
several times to the very peak of her loins, so that it might arouse that sensation of
contact as it pressed against the nylon strip encasing her soft, delicate, young pussy...
and it did, he was certain.
She trembled with every touch to her genitals, her mind still trying to wrest at
principals she knew to be lasting, even as her excited body betrayed her in her
longstanding dormant desire.
"Oh... oh, God, don't," she moaned feebly as she felt his fingers tugging at the snug leg
of her panties. Then, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, her legs opening to
him even as she continued to whimper her protests and her tongue trailed across his
lips.
And he was there!
She felt his thick finger tracing the thin hair-lined furrow of her naked cunt and she
squirmed beneath it. Her arms fell away from his neck, her long nails digging into the
muscles of his powerful shoulders through his shirt, and a momentary sense of
abhorrence swept over her even as prurient quivers agitated her loins and belly, while
slowly, he insinuated his middle finger deeper and deeper inside her moist, warm
vagina.


Chapter 5

Her successful, if, unplanned seduction of Donnie Trent had left Marilyn in a
temporary state of warm, pleasant fulfillment. If anyone had ever told her that a
pubescent boy's delightful young body could so incite her, she would have called them
insane... but that was before their little escapade of an hour ago. Her passion had, in
fact, completely ran away with her, and she had only to think of it now to stir the still
glowing embers into little flames once more.
Well, she thought, setting aside her drink and walking toward the bath, it was time for
a soothing shower to help settle the carnal gnawings that seemed to be ever-increasing
these days. She smiled to herself as she removed her robe and narcissistically enjoyed
her voluptuous naked reflection in the full-length mirror. Certainly, she had been
blessed with beauty... and a handsome, ambitious, masculine husband... and now, a
splendid virginal boy... to say nothing of stunning Jill Neilson whose inevitable
conquest filled her with soul-jarring little tremors... Yet, she couldn't deny the constant
feeling of uneasiness that seemed to plague her, and that, she realized, was due to the
uncertainty of David's temporary and unsound position.
Until he was permanently appointed as Police Chief by the Commission, she could
never feel totally secure. And God knows, there was no way that she could ever go back
to their mediocre... even squalid, when she thought of it, mode of living while he began
struggling anew; nor could she conceive of resorting to her wealthy parents for help.
No... no, there was only one way and that was to take the bull-by-the-horns in the tried
and proven tradition of her mother: she would go to Milt Howell herself and persuade
him to sanction David's appointment... one way or another.
It hadn't come to her as a spontaneous idea; she had been giving it great thought over
the past two-weeks. The powerful politician was the only obstacle standing in David's
way and she was certain there were methods of altering the situation. Of course, he was
Jill Neilson's father and she had considered the fact that their new acquaintanceship
might be an asset, but on the other hand, she was also aware that the one-time Mayor
had strongly disapproved his daughter's marriage to the Neilson boy. In a small town
like Parksburg, it seemed that such things always became generally known... it might be
better to leave Jill out of it entirely.
Anyway, her mind was made up; she would go to Milton Howell's office in the
morning, and have a little talk with the robust gentleman. She smiled again to herself in
the mirror as she swept her luxurious wealth of ash-blonde hair to the crown of her
head, causing her full, round pointed breasts to raise excitingly with the movement
while she pinned it there.
The telephone interrupted her and she walked naked out into the bedroom.

* * *

Following Marilyn's alarmed phone-call concerning their new neighbors and young
Neilson being arrested by the Sheriff's Department, David Archer set about endeavoring
to learn the particulars of the situation. First, though, he had had to pacify his lovely
concerned wife and reassure her everything would be all right, while at the same time,
he was wondering how she had become such fast friends with Jill Neilson when they
had only moved in the night before. Of course, he didn't question her about it; he had
his own ideas, knowing his precious Marilyn, but it had brought a slight smile to his
handsome mouth. Perhaps, there were some little delights in store for him there, too,
once this mess was cleared up.
In reality, however, he knew it wasn't going to be a simple matter to obtain the details.
There was very little, if any, cooperation between the County Sheriff's Department and
the Parksburg Police, essentially because of Ben Lyon's illness and Shad Bartok acting
in the Sheriff's capacity. It was no secret that Shad wanted the Chief appointment and
that Milt Howell favored him. Damned politics... dirty politics at that, for God knows,
it was the dead Lew Devon's corrupt little empire of graft they were seeking to gain
control of, and his office as Chief was a must for them to be able to manipulate
rampantly. Well, he, David, intended to fight them right down to the wire; if he failed,
he'd go down fighting.
He sat comfortably behind the massive desk in the office part of the impregnable
fourth-floor suite of the City Hall building that his predecessor had built against the
better judgement of concerned city officials. Its luxury in furnishings as well as its
operational conveniences would never cease to amaze him, he thought, as he switched
on the closed TV circuit and called for Lieutenant Sam Vecchio, a close compatriot and
fine lawman. Momentarily, Sam's middle-aged, stubble-shadowed, rugged face appeared
on the screen.
"Sam, the County Sheriff's Department is holding one Larry Neilson on a drug charge.
He was picked up some time this morning. Find out what you can and let me know
right away, eh?"
"Neilson... Neilson," Sam repeated. "Hey, would that be Milt Howell's son-in-law?"
"The same."
The countenance on the screen pursed its lips and a little whistling sound came over
the audio system. "Old Shad could get himself in the bag on this one, couldn't he?"
"Maybe not. Milt's reported not to have much use for his daughter's husband,
remember? Anyway, I want you to get right on it and feed the details to me, pronto."
"Sure thing, Chief. Right away," said the Lieutenant and David cut the switch.
He leaned back in his swivel and lighted one of his rare cigarettes. Just what the hell
was Shad Bartok up to, he wondered?


Chapter 6

Jill whimpered aloud in emotional agony and sensual desire, an electrifying shock
rippling along the soft, white flesh of her thighs, and she squirmed her buttocks down
into the hard, blanket-covered mattress, her whimper changing to a helpless moan as
Shad Bartok's thick fingers taunted, inside her panties, the sensitive pink slit between
her open thighs, gently thrusting into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making a
sudden ecstatic contact with the throbbing tiny bud of her clitoris. She sensed her
wetness from the ungovernable passion that had infiltrated her entire being and she bit
into her lip to withhold the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
Oh God no... it's wrong... wrong! She mustn't let him do these things to her! What was
she thinking of... ?
Abruptly, she thrust her hands against his heavy chest, her teeth gnashing, her lips
drawn back as she writhed and kicked, trying to push him away from her. "No! Stop!
Stop it damn you!" she snarled viciously through her clenched teeth. "Get off me! Let
me up...!"
Her sudden attack and emotional change surprised the massive lawman, but not to the
point of letting her free. He caught at both of her wrists and held them fast in one
hand, while his weight pinned her beneath him.
"Cunt!" he spat, forcing his hip and leg between her own brutally, so that she couldn't
close her thighs while his finger continued to taunt the moist, tender flesh of her
sensorial vagina. "I told you once... I'm going to fuck you, Baby... even if I have to rape
you!" He breathed heavily down into her face. "Now... you've got no choice... but you
cooperate and that punk-husband of yours goes free... otherwise, you just get fucked the
hard way... Which will it be, Baby? You decide... and quick!"
Slowly, Jill relaxed her struggles, the horror of her incredible, defenseless situation
registering in her liquor-dazed brain. Dear God! She was hopelessly trapped! There was
absolutely nothing she could do but lie there in helpless horror while he roamed his
hands over her soft, white body at will, taking any and all obscene liberties with her
that he pleased. There was positively nothing she could do! But... but at least, if she
cooperated, her Larry would be freed... that was all... absolutely all... she had to cling to!
The tears of humiliation flowed warmly down over her cheeks, and then in revulsion of
her own self, she found that she was again reacting uncontrollably to the maddening
play of his thick finger in her taut vagina, her hips actually responding of their own
volition in near-cadence to his tantalizing ministration inside the wet, aroused slit
between her legs.
"Ah... he hissed. "That's better, Baby. You're beginning to like it, eh? You've decided to
be nice, is that it?"
Her words stuck in her throat when she tried to speak, the sensual, unending shock of
his fingers tweaking her quivering, erect clitoris causing her to writhe her buttocks
down into the mattress in a feeble effort of escape from the frenzied spasms coursing
over her smooth, vibrant flesh.
"Oh... oh," she whimpered helplessly to his clitoral abuse, until he finally paused
waiting for her to answer him. "Oh God... yes... yes... but... but you promise... promise
that Larry will go free," she managed, near breathless now from his assault, her face still
wet with tears of shame and subjugation.
"Hell, I said so, didn't I? And you... you'll cooperate... fuck willingly?"
Again, the sound of that lewd, obscene word brought an inward reaction to Jill, but this
time she sensed a strange, almost forbidden excitement as he spewed it at her and she
turned from him. "Y-Yes... I'll do whatever you say..." she hissed, still looking away.
Bartok edged his massive frame further up over her, letting free of her wrists and
bringing his hand up to entangle in her long chestnut-colored hair, drawing her face
back to him. He kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his long
thick finger began to massage around in her now helplessly throbbing cunt once more.
Jill moaned helplessly beneath him, struggling to maintain control of her body as the
spasmodic little twinges of pleasure began to ripple through her loins and belly again.
"All right... let's get naked, Sweetheart," he hissed lustfully. "You first..." She felt him
raise her up and the long zipper of her dress being drawn quickly down her back. She
closed her eyes, trying not to think, assisting him automatically with the necessary
movements of shoulders and hips, lifting and lowering, feeling his hands behind her
once more as they fumblingly unfastened her bra, then, the cool rush of air as her
throbbing young breasts with their hard and distended ruby nipples were completely
exposed to him. She heard him gasp and utter an obscenity... felt his big hands enclose
over them hotly, kneading, squeezing, rolling the little nipples painfully between his
fingers, until finally his hot, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and
rolling the nipple maddeningly... and then, the other in the same manner, his long wet
tongue at last trailing down through the narrow deep valley that separated them. Her
stomach muscles tensed like thin bands of rawhide as he slithered down her, dipping
momentarily into her navel... taunting it while his hands continued to massage and
caress her aching breasts... and then, those same hands began to draw along her ribs to
her hips, their fingers hooking into the waist band of her panties... and she raised her
hips, her eyes still tightly closed...
Once more, she felt the cool brush of air as it grazed against her warm damp thighs and
loins. Still, she refused to let herself think as she obediently raised her legs, allowing
him to slip her soft nylon panties down the long, ivory columns... her eyes clenched
securely shut as she felt the pressure on the cot when he raised to his knees and she
realized that he was undressing.
Oh God... dear God... is there no other way... ?
"Look, Baby... look at what I've got here for you," Bartok ordered salaciously, and she
did, slowly, reluctantly.
He had wedged her legs apart and was kneeling upright between them. She saw him,
completely naked now, his face twisted in a lewd grin, then, her eyes trailed down his
hairy, muscular torso to his heavy, swollen penis standing out beneath his lean belly.
Her eyes widened in utter disbelief, causing his salacious grin to broaden while his hand
began to grossly stroke the thick, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard,
blood-filled head.
"How does that tickle your fancy, Baby? Can you imagine it buried in that tight little
cunt of yours?" he taunted her.
Jill, as if mesmerized, continued to gape at him in sheer miserable degradation, the
sight of her own naked, obscenely spread body, filling her with shame as once more the
helplessness of her situation raced through her fogged mind, and then it completely
dawned upon her that he was enjoying this brutal debauchery he was subjugating her to
as much as the act itself. He was a sadist! The cruel gleam growing in his eyes was pure
algolagnic.
But even as she stared and faint traces of her own unwanted desire still tingled within
her, a new acute sense of horror came alive as she watched him on his knees before her,
stroking himself shamelessly. She stared in cringing disbelief at the fleshy shaft he was
vilely massaging. Its thickness was near-terrorizing. Oh God! It would split a woman in
half! She knew that she could never take it...!
"Flabbergasted, eh, little lady?" Shad Bartok leered at her. "You're maybe comparing it
in your mind to that finger-prick your snot-nosed husband's got between his legs?
Well... just you wait until you get it all right inside that hot little belly of yours," he
tormented, watching the twisted, distressed expression of apprehension contorting her
beautiful face. "And that isn't going to be too far off is it, Honey?"
Once more, Jill felt the tears welling up into her eyes and dribbling down her cheeks as
she realized with finality that there was no mercy to appeal to in this foul man. She
hardly heard his filthy words anymore; her mind was too occupied with the
hopelessness of her position and the horrifying terror of knowing there was no escape
for her; he was going to ravish her defenseless body no matter how she pleaded with
him not to. Dear God in heaven... there was nowhere to turn... she was completely
alone and at his mercy. Oh, if only she had asked Marilyn to come down and be with
her...
Suddenly, Bartok dropped his heavy weight, forcing the breath crushingly from her, the
hardness of his thick, pulsating rod gouging into the soft flesh of her belly, his huge
hands once more squeezing her full, erect breasts so fiercely that she whined beneath
him with the pain, and then his mouth was on hers, his thick, tobacco-tasting tongue
stabbing bitterly deep into her throat in his mounting lust.
"Jesus... I used to look at you and wonder how it would be holding you like this," he
hissed almost savagely. "Holding you with your luscious bare tits and hot belly against
me... your warm little cunt just waiting to eat up my cock... me socked right in tight
between those soft, sweet thighs... Christ... how many times did my prick nearly burst
through my pants looking at you... wanting you?" He was breathing hoarsely, heavily
into her face. "Now... now, at last, I've got you, Baby... and I'm going to suck and fuck
you 'till you cry for joy...!"
And then, he was slithering down her body, panting like a wild animal, down, down,
down, until his head was just above her sensitive, naked young loins, and the shocking
realization of what he was about to do sent a weakening surge of abhorrence recoiling
through her.
"Oh no... dear God, no... please don't... don't do that to me?" she pleaded, but he had
already placed his huge palms against the inner-sides of her soft, trembling thighs and
was spreading them apart even more open to his near-mad leering face; her efforts to
try and close them were useless. She whimpered pitifully as she raised her head to stare
down between her breasts and see him sprawled, his face poised between her widespread thighs. 
"I-I beg you... no... No one has ever done that to me... not even my own
husband..." she cried.
Shad Bartok grinned sadistically up at her.
Good! Good, he thought. At least, she was going to be a cherry-lick, and with hands
still strategically placed against the warm, satiny flesh of her thighs, he gazed hungrily
down at the thin, pink slit fringed so delicately with its soft, dark hair, two tiny
glistening droplets of moisture dampening the little pink inner-petals that peeked out at
him, and as she lay seemingly rooted to the mattress beneath her, her terror-filled eyes
pleading, her humiliation almost over-whelming, he realized that she watched, petrified,
as with slow, deliberate movements, he placed his thumbs to rest on the soft, fleshy lips
of her cunt and torturously drew them apart, spreading the soft curls of pubic hair and
laying open her moist, coral tinted, secret flesh to his lust-inflamed eyes.
Jill cringed in repulsion as she felt the hot wisps of his breaths graze her sensitive,
sacred flesh, never before defiled by anyone but her husband and she moaned aloud in
her shame, her head still raised, her breath hitching in her throat as she heard him
grunt and saw his big face drop... suddenly, she felt the full length of his hot tongue
plunge wetly up into her tight quivering vaginal passage.
Her body responded automatically, jerking with convulsive lurches, a loud groan of
mental bewilderment emitting from her chest, while her buttocks again pitched
downward in an effort to escape the bestial outrage he was committing upon her
defenseless genitals. Her stomach churned in veritable repulsion and she wailed
loathingly as his tongue slithered in and out of her naked, pregnable pussy in wild
animal-like fury.
"Ooooohhh... my... my dear God! You horrible... filthy... Stop... stop it!" she cried
helplessly in her debased humiliation, her head beginning to shake fitfully as she kept it
raising in horror to watch his incredulous violent assault. It's impassible! It can't be...
can't be happening to me! she tried to reason as his tongue continued to race up into
her unwanting... yet, dilating cunt. "Ooohhh... dear God! Stop... stop it! Oh, please...
please stop?" she beseeched in the dregs of her shame, even as undesired twinges of
lurid pleasure began to dance lightly over the nerve-ends of her whole body from his
depraved, orgiastic tonguing of her moist, palpitating slit.
Suddenly, Bartok's hands slid up over her flat little belly to the full, firm flesh of her
hardened nippled breasts, cupping and squeezing the resilient mounds almost brutally
while his mouth and tongue continued to work fiendishly at the velvety furrow down
between her legs. Wet, obscene sucking sounds filled the room and she saw his eyes
fixer sadistically upon her debased, tortured face. It was then that she realized he was
waiting for her total surrender to his scurrilous defilement of her pride and morals as
well as her betraying body.
Jill clenched her small hands into defiant fists, her arms lying helpless and tight against
her ribs, her whole vibrant, naked body steeled mentally against the perverted abuse he
was forcing her to endure. She was trapped physically; there was nothing she could do...
except maintain her mind over weak, evil flesh... and that, she vowed to do!
Oh God... if only he would stop... even for a breath, she thought, as he continued to
suck insanely at her gradually moistening vaginal slit, and she struggled desperately to
keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, blissful sensations coursing maddeningly
through every vein, muscle and cord of her subjugated body.
Vaguely, she remembered the many times that Larry had tried to approach her out of
the norm and she'd refused him because of the foul depravity... Mother of God! Had
she ever known what lie before her! This... this vile, debauched sadist who was
humiliating and degrading her beyond anything she could ever imagine... and there was
nothing she could do but lie beneath him spread open obscenely, crab-like subject to
his most perverted desires...! Oh God! She had never felt so all alone... so deserted in
her entire young life!
Shad Bartok was exulting in his conquest. She was all that he had ever imagined her to
be! Her delicious, velvety cunt was like a baby's mouth filled with honey, hardly any
bigger... even to the point of sucking at his tongue as he slithered deep into the throat
of her tight vaginal channel. Shit... it was worth it should her old man find out and
come after him with a shotgun... But there was no worry there... there was no worry at
all... he had her and her husband right where he wanted them... and maybe a little
added insurance in case old Milt reared up one of these days. He might not give a
damn about his son-in-law, but it was a safe bet that he did about this delightful little
bitch. Christ! What a gorgeous morsel she was!
His eyes remained fixed on her lovely, contorting face as he unceasingly continued the
moral-destroying thrusts of his tongue up into her vagina. Tears had once more gushed
from her near-vanquished eyes to fall over her delicate cheeks, and he watched this with
ruthless and carnal satisfaction. His cock throbbed like a swollen dinosaur tail as he
ground it into the hard mattress beneath him. Fight it, bitch, he thought. Fight it with
everything you got, because when you come apart it'll be a spectacular... one sweet
spectacular!
Abruptly, his lips probed and explored until he found the erect, pulsing button of her
clitoris. He heard her sharp whine of agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, pulsating
bud between his teeth and holding it tightly, swirled his tongue around and around it
in continuous decreasing circles, until at last, he opened his ravenous mouth wider and
moved his tongue downward, back down the smooth moistened slit to the heated
throbbing hole of her vagina. Now, her head had begun to flail from side to side, and as
he orally fucked her, sliding his long, hot tongue up into her dilated and clasping
vagina, he listened to new whimpering, mewled sounds. She was ready for more, and he
pressed her legs upward, placing his hands behind her knees, forcing them back against
her breasts and holding her there, making the entire enchanting panorama of her wide
spread crotch and buttocks completely and vulnerably exposed before him.
At first, her whimpers were repetitive of her degraded shame, but then they changed to
little cries of involuntary pleasure, filling the small room with their sighing depths as he
thrust his tongue deep into the searing liquid profundity between her thighs. She was
reaching... reaching jerkily for him! His brain soared. She was arriving... arriving
beautifully! He watched her small, delicate hands war desperately against one another,
until they suddenly lost their hopeless battle and lewdly entangled in his hair, trying
hungrily to pull him tighter and tighter into her.
He had her! She was all his now! All! Entirely his to play with, to subjugate, destroy...
and fuck... however the mood might take him! She was gone... lost!
Jill knew her body had deserted her. In fact, it had deserted her the moment he had
plunged his evil, wet tongue into the depths of her cunt! She knew that now, and
somewhere in the back of her brain she wondered if that was why she refused her own
Larry so many, many times. Was it because she never wanted to let herself become
subservient to him? Oh God... she couldn't think straight. Not now... maybe, not ever
again! She felt her buttocks jerk and spasm involuntarily beneath the raping tongue that
was sending unbelievable erotic jolts of never-before sensations surging through her yet
to be fulfilled young body.
And then, suddenly, she felt his lingual member flick from her vagina downward
toward the secret, tiny, puckered little hole of her anus! She wanted to scream...! But
instead, she moaned in rapture at the surprising, wet, seething contact of his pleasure
giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked at
her lips as unbelievable sensual delight raced wildly through her quivering being.
Automatically, she made a feeble pleading.
'Ooohhh... oh, don't... my God... please... please..." even as she writhed her hips and
tried to screw her tormented, if, delighted rectum back onto the stiff tip of his probing
tongue.
Bartok laughed fiendishly and she opened her eyes as he thrust against the snug little
hole, goose-flesh raising on her quaking belly and heaving breasts.
"Oh... oooohhhh," she moaned, laying back her head and letting it toss from side to
side, her humiliation and degradation still alive within her even as her lush round
buttocks jerked involuntarily at the heavenly unsought sensations rippling through her.
"Oh God... Oh God..." Jill maundered on, raising her head yet again to gape dazedly
down at his leering face. "Ohhh... pleaaassseee don't... don't..." she uttered indistinctly,
the appalling fact that she had no control over herself any longer washing through her
mind like a tidal wave, instigating deep sobs of shameful abasement from the roots of
her very soul.
But he licked on and on at her open wet loins while her voluptuous young soft body
quivered uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault at the raw nerve-ends of her
near-virginal, pulsating cunt, and with clenched teeth and fists snagged in his hair... not
even her determination could do anything to hold back the wanton and furious spasms
of sensual pleasure that had seized complete charge of her body.
It came then as a spontaneous decision! Suddenly, she no longer fought him. Dear
God! He was bringing her to a fervent internal rapture she had never known before...
that she had never realized possible! Her soft, round body had cried out too long for
fulfillment... she no longer wanted to fight it... only to satisfy it!
"Oooohhh... Ooohh my God... yes... yes! Do it! Lick it... suck it!" she hissed down at
him, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and jerking beneath his long hot tongue.
She raised her crotch to him, her wet squirming loins submitting to his slightest whim.
With hands still clutching at his hair, she cried out deeply from the depths of her soul,
shame, degradation, morals, pride, her own darling husband... all escaped her as she
endeavored to pull his mouth in tighter to the throbbing, cuntal opening between her
wide spread legs while the maddening throes of hedonistic enchantment captured
complete possession of her.
Shad Bartok couldn't contain his sadistic grin of elation as he continued to burrow his
long, curling tongue deep into the seething, clasping channel of her cunt, while she
thrust her crotch harder up against his face in total submission. The soft, silken, dark
pubic hairs fringed the flushed swollen flanges of her pulsating cunt-lips teased at the
tip of his nose and titillated his cheeks as she began to undulate her buttocks in a
responding, impassioned rhythm, while the twisting grimaces of her face reflected the
sensuous world of rapture she had slipped into. She was broken completely to his will,
beyond that point of no-return, and he godamned sure intended to get the fullest of
pleasured benefits from her hot, writhing young body.
In a moment, he was going to shove his aching cock deep into that warm, squirming
little belly and shoot his load of hot sperm into the very depths of her tight, quivering
pussy... until she screamed with delight... and that moment was just about at hand...!


Chapter 7

David Archer offered Lieutenant Sam Vecchio an embittered expression as the other
enlightened him of what he had learned via police grapevine and a quick on-the-scene
investigation.
"Damn that Bartok," David snapped. "He knows good and well those boys should have
been turned over to the Police Department... that he was out of his jurisdiction. You say
no one was hurt?"
"No. Just some fender-bending is all," Sam Vecchio replied. "According to the occupant
of the house on the Northwest corner, a Mrs. Wagner..." he went on, studying the
pencilings he had jotted into a notebook, "the Sheriff's boys made quite a scene of it...
hauling the young fellows out of the car and submitting them to standard search
routine. A crowd gathered, she said, and the word quickly circulated that they were
addicts and all doped up. You know the routine, Chief..."
"Yeah, I know. Tried and convicted right there," David said, wagging his head with a
sigh. "Then, they wonder about the generation gap... Well, let's see what we can do."
"You going to call Shad?" the Lieutenant questioned.
"No. They'd only give me the run-around," said David, getting to his feet. "No... we're
going over to the Court House and settle this once and for all. The Sheriff's
Department keeps hands off inside the city-limits and vice versa, or else I'm going to
raise hell in this town."
Sam Vecchio swallowed tightly. "I'm... I'm thinking Shad isn't going to like this,
Chief... and don't forget he's Milt Howell's boy..." David threw him a hard, angered
look. "That'll make two of us. I think it stinks... and as for Milt Howell, he can go fu...
go to hell! Let's get a move on."

* * *

Jill writhed and squirmed beneath the mind-shattering tongue licking of Shad Bartok
until she was certain that she would go mad from the sheer ecstasy he was bringing to
her love-starved loins and belly. Her heart pounded beneath her breasts as she watched
him in ever-increasing lust, her fingers laced behind his head as she pulled the
tormenting whip of his tongue deeper and deeper into the sucking hole of her moist
pink cunt.
Mother of God, it had gone on for an eternity... on and on and on... his wild sucking at
the very core of her sensitive, flowering slit... and she hoped it would never, never
stop... but then, all of a sudden, it did! She gasped and looked into his leering face as
she lay beneath him, stripped naked and helpless in her shamefully obscene position,
reality struggling to repossess her mind.
"Christ you're hot," he hissed at her, "hot enough to fuck... and that's what I'm going
to do, Baby... fuck you like you've never had it before!"
He couldn't stand it any longer. His cock jerked and throbbed as if it had been beaten
with a horsewhip. She whimpered and tried to move her legs; he grabbed them behind
the knees and climbed up over her, thrusting them roughly back until her knees
touched her shoulders. His rigid, palpitating prick brushed teasingly against the wetness
of her soft, sparse pubic-hair. He splayed his hands beside her shoulders and forced her
legs up and back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. Then, he gaped down
between their bodies and saw the magnificence of her upturned, ivory-white buttocks
completely presented to him.
The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its flushed, swollen lips anxiously,
the damp pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against
hers.
Jill could no longer distinguish the face hovering over her through her passion-dimmed
eyes. Words had faded to unintelligible sounds; only animalistic values seemed of
importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his hard penis lying the full length of
her open, quivering split. The jerking, chunky head of his cock lay pulsating between
her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a
maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her needing cunt
searching hungrily for its rigid, blood-filled tip.
Oh God, she had to have it! Her belly screamed for it! Oh, Larry... my Larry darling...
forgive me... hut I've got to have it!
She groped in near-panic, her hands, finding their way beneath the round, full cheeks
of her wide-spread buttocks to grasp the full length of the rock-hard member. At first,
her brow furrowed as her fingers tried to encircle it, its fleshy massiveness causing a
vague, awesome concern in her dazed brain, but then she was holding it tightly between
both hands and her mind blanked to all else but the tender caresses she was
administering to it in near-reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms against her soft
palms, and the viscid secretion that oozed in driblets from the lust-inflated head. She
guided it up the crevice between the soft, quivering moons of her buttocks, never
allowing it to lose contact with her flesh, adjusting it between the now ravenously
lubricated lips of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand and clutched at
his back with the other, hauling with all of her strength in her effort to pull it into her
and let it quell the gnawing, seething heat burning madly in her loins and belly.
Originally, Shad Bartok had entertained no intentions of taunting her, but now he
couldn't help himself. Even though he had all he could do to keep from instantaneously
impaling this lovely, proud young bitch on his aching cock, his sadistic desire to
torment her couldn't be denied. Shit... shortly, he would empty his white, hot sperm
into her luscious, steaming cunt, but right at that moment, he had to conquer her... if
only for a moment... then, he flicked his hips forward.
Jill winced as she felt the tight, swollen lips around her throbbing vagina forced open.
Its elastic rimmed snugness resisted momentarily, then gave way beneath the harsh,
brutal pressure. The agony shattered her for a long moment and she endeavored to
mechanically resist, squealing a throaty wail.
Bartok reveled in that. He thrust again, excitedly listening for her deeper cries of agony.
Christ! The gorgeous little bitch, he wanted to hear her scream for mercy! He rammed
forward with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to his pelvis.
He felt his balls whap solidly against her twitching anus as she desperately ground her
helpless squirming buttocks down hard into the thin mattress, attempting to escape the
cruel, sudden, impalement. She screamed! Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his
huge body, splaying over the sides of the cot and kicking futilely in the air.
"Ooohh, Jesus God! No! Noooooo!" she choked, her naked white body pinned
helplessly to the narrow bed as though speared there by a lance. With her every jerk the
huge head seemed to burrow deeper into her. The lawman's outstretched arms pinioned
her tightly to the mattress, while his widespread knees held her thighs split to their
fullest extent. Jill was certain her body was being ripped in two from his giant cock
imbedded deep in her crotch. The searing, pole-like shaft felt as though it would burst
into her throat from beneath while its bloated head thrust hard against her cervix,
rocking her own head as if it were hinged to her neck.
Bartok gaped at her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Bitch, fight it! His
brain reeled excitedly. Fight it, cunt! That's what I want! Fight! Fight! Her face was
contorted from the agony of his first vicious stab. He grinned in lewd delight as her lips
curled back from her pretty white teeth, pleading incoherent whimpers gurgling from
her throat. Her arms were thrust forward, against his hips, and he chuckled loudly as
he watched her attempting to hold back the blunt, hard cock-head pressing against her
womb like a great heavy stone.
Bitch! She'd never known what it was like to be really fucked... fucked by a man!
Switch her ass at him would she... taunt him... look down her nose at him...! Cunt!
Never in her sweet young life had she had a prick so deep in her belly, he knew, as he
held her pinned in the obscene, humiliating position. He glanced down once more to
see his curly black pubic-hair entangled tightly with her own silken, lighter strands, a
half-inch of his thick, fleshy cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her
pink, throbbing furrow... the very same that his hot tongue had licked to moist, craving
receptiveness only moments before. He could see the tight, slightly bruised lips of her
cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the spongy outer coral rim clasping tightly
like a rubber band around the white-skinned base of his cock.
Jill squirmed helplessly beneath him; all sense of balance had forsaken her. Her brain
was a tormented maze of agonized thoughts, and she couldn't apply what thinking
capacities she had rationally... except to the immediate thing filling her. Presently, it
was untold horror! She could feel the-searching, hot pain of his sudden blunt entry
tearing cruelly at her insides from the now gaping hole between her legs. She flexed her
crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to hold off the huge invading monster,
but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the vile thing and it plowed deeper
and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp
around it like a glove, its every fleshy ridge being transmitted to her brain in its entire
lust-bloated enormity.
Oooooh God! It's alive inside me!
The hard, spongy tip pressed relentlessly against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along
its length, the tickling hairs of his balls pressed tight down in the smooth crevice of her
ass, were all suddenly a part of her. She had become one with it, and in spite of her
pain her tongue snaked out and began an erotic licking at her lips. Abruptly, the
pungent odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils carnally. Again her delicate and
beautiful nostrils flared as the throbbing cock plowed even deeper into her soft, white
belly. Dear God... there had never been anything like this before! She suddenly wanted
to die with it there inside her! This was it... this moment! Her cunt contracted of its
own volition as the lascivious thoughts raced out of control through her befogged brain.
Bartok felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his rod. He'd been waiting for
it, knowing that it had come. He had hovered motionless above her prostrate form,
waiting, until she became accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her hot little
belly. Now, he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but still holding his
body immobile.
"Oh," Jill whimpered through bared teeth, yet confused by the fine, thin line of painpleasure.
Again, he flexed, and again she responded with a moan, a little performance they
repeated over and over, until gradually her whimpers faded into tiny mewls of
mounting desire. At last, he had established a rhythm to his flexing throbs, and he
watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the tempo.
"Oh... oohhh... ooohhhh, yes... yes, yes," she moaned, and he sensed the urgent
answering throbs of her vaginal walls around the head of his prick. Her moist, clasping
cunt-throat, had begun a soft opening closing as it swallowed and sucked like another
mouth around his throbbing shaft.
Still, he didn't move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsating of his cock
imbedded in the lovely piece beneath him. He lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and
her whole body began to twitch and writhe in under him as she groaned incessantly up
into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon
far into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from
the depths of her chest, her beautiful face twisting in ecstatic passion, her mouth
gasping, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out on her forehead under her now
disheveled, long chestnut-hair. Her head lolled from side to side in her lust-dazed state,
and her hips began a slow unwitting roll beneath his impaling, fleshy shaft, while her
eager, nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was
forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to hold back an uncontrollable surge
toward his climax.
The pain had gone, Jill reasoned nebulously. In its place a maddening electric-like tingle
had burst into being within her loins and raced relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of
her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, coursing
like wild little imps of hell across her milky-white thighs to the full length of her legs
and about her toes as she curled them tightly to the soles of her feet. It shot from her
contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the bruised tips of her
cherry-like, palpitating nipples.
"Oh... Ooohhhhh, God! Fuck me! Yes... fuck me!" she rasped passionately. "For God's
sake, don't torture me any more...! Fuck me if you're going to, damn you!"
Foully, Shad Bartok cursed, the effect of the obscene exclamations spewing from her
beautiful ruby lips sending wild sensations of lust charging through him, and
immediately he began to move into her.
Slowly, at first, then, increasing his pace and the length of his stroke, the big lawman
established a sawing motion with his heavy cock and Jill felt her body responding
hungrily as she squirmed and writhed beneath him. He dropped his mouth to hers and
she thrust her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked as she began to moan
unceasingly in a never-before felt passion that had taken complete possession of her.
Nothing else mattered, only his magnificent cock buried deep inside her voraciously
hungry pussy. She began to raise her crotch up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his
every downward plunge as her desire-contorted face grimaced wantonly through the
veil of lust he had set aflame within her.
Shad Bartok's lecherous brain reeled as if he were demon possessed. He couldn't believe
the way she had come on; she was like a fucking mink beneath him, taking his
horrendous cock to the fullest, and thrusting her sucking little cunt up for more hot
cock in the manner of some two-dollar whore. Jesus Christ, it was almost beyond his
comprehension... the way her luscious round ass-cheeks begun to buck and churn as
she spiraled her cunt up against his throbbing prick and he tried to shove even more of
it into her. Godamn, she was driving him right out of his head!
He slid his hands down her sides and beneath the soft smooth orbs of her working
buttocks, clutching them brutally in his big hands and feeling them clenching and
unclenching, the soft flesh warm and resilient as it ridged between his grasping fingers.
She groaned and her breath seemed to catch in her throat as he hauled her tighter up
against his loins; he felt her drawing her thighs further back, causing the moist,
clasping hole of her cunt to flower in reception of his cock to even greater depths.
Jill rolled her head in delighted, unequivocal bliss, any sign of pain long gone from her
passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his thick, impaling prick quivering and
twitching spasmodically in wild profligacy as her tongue slithered in and out of his
mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety noises of rapture gurgled up from
her throat.
Wildly, Bartok began to slam into her, lengthening his strokes as well as quickening it,
drawing his heavy-veined cock nearly out of the tight, wet sheath clasping at it
ravenously, then plunging into her upraised crotch until his balls slapped hard against
the hairless, puckered hole of her anus. His throbbing balls ached as did his shaft with
the mounting pressure building, building... ever building within his swollen sac, and his
head swam in his pyramiding lust. Christ, he was going to blow his mind if he didn't
cum pretty damned soon!
He gaped downward at where his cock was slipping smoothly in and out of her
unbelievably tight little cunt, concentrating on the spine-shattering sensation of the soft,
hair-lined folds of her clasping pussy as it clung to his furiously rampaging prick
ramming with jackhammer force up into her. He thought of every conceivable vile
thing he could do to her: he pictured her sucking his massive cock and holding his
bloated balls in her little hands; he saw her on all fours, bent before him while he
plunged his pulsating rod of flesh right up into the tight little hole in her ass... Oh shit,
he couldn't hold it back much longer! He felt the clutching muscles of her vagina
sucking and massaging at his stone-hard cock in its voracious desire to swallow all of
him burrowing deep, deep inside her.
Like some rutting animal, he increased the pace and deepened his thrust while Jill
writhed wildly beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with unimaginable fury,
her thighs jerking, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards... the first
indication he'd had that she was near orgasm! He pounded, pounded, pounded into
her, pressing his hands brutally behind her knees and shoving them back hard until her
head was enframed by them, bringing the table of her magnificent crotch higher and
wider-open to his near-inhuman plunges into her receptive cunt.
Jesus Christ! He'd never known a woman who could take him like this!
"Oh... ooohhhh... ooohhh," Jill began to chant under him, her lovely face holding but
the slightest semblance of her normal self as her desire-contorted features twisted
sensuously, insanely.
Bartok grunted swinishly, grinding hard and deep, plunging his cock far into the tender
sanctuary of her womb... sensing the thick, boiling sperm rising from the vat of his
bloated testicles. Before him, he watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his
brutal pummeling... even saw their tiny nipples expand before his very eyes as she
tossed her head wildly from side to side... but she'd have to be quick, he reasoned,
godamned quick... because he was going to cum!
Abruptly, the agonizing torment of being denied in her overwhelming carnal need
struck Jill! Oh Christ... God, no! Don't let him! Just a little longer... oh... ohhh, please!
"No! Not yet! Wait! Wait! she half-wailed in near-incoherence as she felt the shaft of
flesh pummeling into her throbbing cunt expanding almost to the bursting point... but
it was too late. The ugly lawman's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his
great balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot white cum deep into her contracting
belly. She ground her naked crotch up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow for a
moment but-her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of
her pussy milked it dry, the last drop of his hot load sloshing deep inside her dilated
womb... and then he rolled uselessly from her still squirming form, a thin string of
white, sticky liquid trailing from his cock over her thigh and the blanket to where he
had maneuvered himself into a sitting position.
"Okay cunt, it's over," he gasped, breathing heavily. "Get up and pull your clothes on. I
want you out of here in five-minutes, understand?"
"Oh... oh, my God!" Jill groaned, still tossing her head from side to side in her
torturous, unsatiated craving. "Damn you! Damn you!"
She bolted up at him with the sudden fury of a feline beast, her teeth bared and her
long nails trying to claw talon-like at his half-grinning face. Tears rolled down her
delicate cheeks as she sobbed out her pent-up anguish and a hissing rasp came from
between her teeth.
Bartok caught her wrists with ease and cruelly he threw her back onto the cot. "Bitch!"
he spat. "Try that again and I'll hang that snot-nosed husband of yours! Now... get
dressed and out of here as fast as those legs'll carry you, Baby. Is that clear?"
Jill stared up at him from her obscenely sprawled position. Desperately, she fought to
gain control of her emotions as the wild little prurient flames still licked through her
unsatiated loins and belly. Dear God, she had to get hold of herself ! Had to... had to!
Slowly, she swung around and sat up on the edge of the cot. He was dressing. Finally,
she said: "Y-You promised... You said you would let Larry go free if I... Well, I did my
part... didn't I?"
Bartok gave her an evil, onesided grin. "Like any good little two-buck whore, Baby. You
sure did... and I'll tell you, I liked it so much I might just let you drop around to see me
often. How does that strike you?"
Jill dropped her head. She couldn't bear to look at his evil face. She managed: "Please...
will you keep your word...?"
Bartok chuckled gleefully. "I'll keep it," he lied. "Now you get dressed and out of here...
and hurry up about it. Just keep yourself available when I feel the need for a little fuck,
eh?"
Jill didn't speak. She looked up and saw him unlocking the door, then leave, closing it
behind him. Slowly, she got to her feet and began to dress. Dear God in heaven, she
thought despondently, she was about to go to pieces and she knew it! If... if only she
could die!


Chapter 8

David Archer paced the floor of their living room, his craggy handsome face drawn
angrily. He still couldn't believe that Shad Bartok had dared refuse to turn over any of
the three young men to the Police Department, including Larry Neilson. Of course, he,
himself, hadn't helped matters at all by arguing with the big ugly deputy; he might have
gathered that Bartok would hold them anyway after that, just for spite. Hell, by the
time he went through the necessary legal procedure to have them moved to City Hall,
Bartok would undoubtedly transport them over to him... another twelve-hours or so...
and that same procedure would let everyone in Parksburg know that Larry was being
held on a drug charge, including Milt Howell. But the worst part was what the vile
bastard had done to their new young neighbor, Milt Howell's own daughter. Christ, it
wasn't feasible... raping her right there in his office, not only gambling with Howell's
political friendship, but hanging his stupid neck out a mile. It just didn't add up, an
ambitious crumb like Shad Bartok letting his prick rule over his better judgement, but
there was no doubt that the near hysterical Jill had told the truth...
David heard the bedroom door open, then close softly and saw Marilyn coming along
the hall on tiptoes toward him. He raised his martini, drained the glass and popped the
olive into his mouth.
"How is she?" he asked.
"Resting... not sleeping, but drowsy from the nembutal I gave her," Marilyn replied. She
walked toward the small corner bar. "Did you mix me one?"
David walked behind the bar and poured from the shaker for them both. He looked up
at his wife and deep into her lovely eyes, then, he leaned forward and kissed her. "Don't
worry," he said. "It'll all work out, Kitten."
Marilyn replied with a strained little smile. "She... she's such a beautiful, sweet girl...
and that ugly, filthy... filthy bastard!"
David picked up his drink and circled the bar to begin pacing once more. "Yeah... he's
that all right, and then some... a limb right off the old Lew Devons tree."
Marilyn felt a little clammy shiver ripple over her at the mere mention of the deceased
Police Chief's name. Dear God, well did she remember that horror. She took up her
own drink and walked to a chair, folding her leg beneath her as she slipped down into
it. She raised her eyes to her husband and asked: "My God, isn't there anything you can
do, David? I mean, you heard Jill's story just as I did. That ugly brute forced her into
sex as a trade for Larry's freedom... and now he won't even keep his word. Cripes, what
is the law for...?"
"Sure," David interrupted her. "I can blast out of here and start making noises that'll be
heard all over the county. Shad Bartok blackmailed one of his prisoner's wives into sex
by promising her her husband's freedom, and undoubtedly there'd be earth-shaking
repercussions. The only trouble with that is, the unfortunate little wife happens to be
Jill Neilson, Milt Howell's daughter, and from all both you and Jill have told me, it's
essential that the truth be kept from her father. Now, just how in hell do you propose
to do that once you set the wheels in motion?"
Marilyn looked away, then shook her head as she drew a slender hand across her brow.
Damn, what a complicated mess it had become. To think that another vicious monster
of the ilk of Lew Devons could suddenly, and so soon, rear its head in Parksburg hardly
seemed possible... but it had, in the person of Shad Bartok. Dear God, her poor, sweet,
lovely Jill... She visualized the way the girl had stumbled through their back door hours
before, crying and babbling hysterically then, throwing herself into her, Marilyn's,
arms... and now she had held her cradled against her, soothing her with caresses and
kisses, finally taking her into the bedroom and tenderly undressing her, then, leading
her, whimpering like a child, into the bath and gently helping her into the tub where
she'd bathed her and calmed her with cooing whispers, lovingly stroking the voluptuous
girl's erect and full, aching breasts, her round little belly and luscious thighs, paying
particular attention to the tiny bruises on the delightful lips of her sparsely hidden,
silken-haired little pussy. And after, when she had toweled her dry and led her to the
bed, she had even massaged the enchanting girl's vaginal passage with a healing balm
she, herself, had needed in the early days of her own marriage, using her long, soft
index finger as an applicator inside the tight velvety walls of Jill's sensitive quivering
channel.
Now, as she remembered, little tingling thrills of excitement billowed through her, and
she recalled the way the enticing girl had lain there, her splendid, slightly tanned thighs
spread apart, and the catching short sighs that had escaped her as Marilyn's long finger
probed and soothed in a tenderly rotating in and out motion, while Jill's hips and
buttocks began an almost imperceptible undulating movement in response. Then...
David had come home...
She was jarred from her erotic reverie as he suddenly dropped onto the arm of her chair
and was holding something out to her, it was a small leather case, similar to what one
expected to receive jewelry in. She took it and looked up at him; he was smiling.
"I didn't intend to give it to you before tomorrow... your birthday," he said
affectionately. "But I guess I'm too much of a child to keep a secret. Besides, I think we
both need a lift right at the moment."
A thrill of excitement rippled through her and she leaned forward enthusiastically,
setting her glass on the table beside her as with both hands she opened the little case.
She gasped when she saw it. It was a magnificent square locket of platinum with an
unbelievable weblike frame of filigree, and an oval-shaped emerald was exquisitely set in
its center.
Again, Marilyn gasped in delight. "Oh, my God, Darling... its... its absolutely
enchanting...! Oh Darling...!"
"Open it," he said, smiling. "Here, let me help. You see, it opens like this... There... Can
you read the inscription?"
Tears were dimming her vision, but she studied the tiny lettering and read aloud: "To
Marilyn... from David. Love forever. July 25, '69... Oh... Oh David, I think I'm... I'm
really going to bawl..."
He laughed aloud and encircled her lovely shoulders with his free arm. She raised her
dampened face and he kissed her warmly. After, he said: "Happy birthday, Darling,
even though it is a day early."
"Oh... Oh, I love you so, David. Here, put it on for me."
He did and she bounced out of the chair to run to a mirror. Finally, she returned.
"How does it look?"
"Beautiful . _ . but hardly adequate for such a luscious creature," he said, slowly
standing erect.
She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his, offering her
mouth to be kissed once more. He did... once, twice, and yet a third time, then, he put
her from him.
"Unfortunately, we've still got a problem, Darling. A hell of a time for it, I know, but
it's there. Someway, I've got to figure a method of making Bartok release Larry... all of
them, for that matter, before Milt Howell finds out and it's too late for Larry and Jill."
Marilyn withdrew her arms and backed away. Dear God, what a wonderful man he
was, she thought, staring at him with love-filled eyes. "David... she said softly, "you
wonderful, wonderful person. I-I love you so much."
He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes soft and filled with his own reciprocal
affection for her. "I know," he said finally. "And I love you, Kitten... but right now,
there's a job yet to be done, and I better get at it."
"What... what are you going to do?" she asked him.
"I'm not sure. Go to headquarters first, and hash it over with Sam Vecchio. Don't
worry, we'll come up with something," he said, draining his glass and moving off
toward the door. "I'll keep in touch, and I'll be home as soon as I can. If you need me,
I'll be in the Suite at City Hall."
"All right, Darling."
At the door, he turned and smiled. "Take good care of your patient," he said, and she
read with understanding the underlying little tone to his voice, remembering the way he
had looked at their enticing young neighbor lying in their bed. She knew lust in her
own husband's eyes when she saw it... and she couldn't blame him.
"Don't worry... I shall."
He smiled. Then, he was gone.

* * *

Jill Neilson lay in an almost semi-conscious state within the soft luxury of the Archer's
large bed. Her mental and physical torments of only a few hours before had calmed
temporarily, both from her exhaustion and the medication Marilyn had given her. She
lay naked beneath the cool silk of the pale-blue sheet, her practically drugged mind
feeling strangely fluffy and wonderful, all of her trials and tribulations seeming of
microscopic importance in her languid cloud, only the tiny little galvanic gnawings
within her aroused and unsatiated belly and loins still causing her uneasiness, and
occasionally her lovely, smooth body would squirm and convulse lightly as a latent
tremor rippled through her.
Somewhere, in the midst of it all was her Larry, but her dazed mind could not quite
comprehend, and although his face kept manifesting itself in her dream-world, it would
as rapidly drift off once more. In truth, a confidence had swept over her; she was in
Marilyn's hands and she knew she was safe. All would be well again; Marilyn would
make it so... she felt certain of this...
And then, she saw her blonde friend's beautiful face smiling at her from what seemed
to be a great distance away. Oh, what an enchantingly vivacious girl she was... and she
was speaking and petting Kaptain's massive head with gentle strokes...
"How are you, Darling?" her voice, like throaty velvet, seemed to drift down to her.
"I-I feel delightful... yes, that's the word... delightful," she heard the soft tones of her
own voice respond lazily.
Marilyn smiled, and then she seemed to float down beside her on the bed until Jill felt
the gentle brush of her delicate hand on her brow and in her hair. Her belly and the
soft inner sides of her satiny thighs seemed to quiver in empathy to Marilyn's delicious
touch. Momentarily, a fleeting trace of apprehension endeavored to make itself felt, but
soon passed in the glow of fuzzy warmth the medication had spread throughout her
entire being.
The goddess-like apparition seemed to engulf her as suddenly Jill sensed delicate and
slender hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to tingle within
her mind and body, yet she had no power nor desire to resist. She felt as if mesmerized
within her realm of blissful intoxication as the breathtakingly exquisite face moved
closer to hers and its perfect full, soft mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly,
wetly, warmly... and then... more urgently.
Jill's own lips felt strangely soft in response, and she vaguely sensed them being pressed
apart by the vision's sweet-tasting tongue, slipping between them into her mouth as
Marilyn's voluptuous body stretched out against her own with only the silken sheet
between them, separating breasts, bellies and loins, Marilyn's of which, began an
intimate delicate undulating motion. It was then that Jill dazedly realized her lovely
neighbor-friend was as naked as she.
"You are a darling girl," Marilyn whispered huskily and hotly into her mouth. "And I
know what you went through this afternoon, because it once happened to me in the
very same manner. Just... just tell me one thing, pet, did... did he fulfill you... satisfy
you...?"
Jill's brow wrinkled and she began to move her head negatively as memories of her
horror and denial raced painfully through her brain, and she began to choke-up
immediately.
"I thought not. The bastard!... There, there, my darling," Marilyn cooed sympathetically
as she caressed the beautiful girl's features, letting her fingertips trail down her slender
neck and along the smooth skin of her shoulder. "You just relax and let yourself float
away. I'm going to make it all better for you... I'm going to make you the most happy
girl in the whole world... Yes, that's it, Darling... just relax... relax..."
"Ummra... yesss," Jill mumbled confusedly, slipping once more into the ecstasy of her
semidream-world.
Marilyn kissed her again and Jill met her tongue with her own as she sensed the silken
sheet being removed between them, then felt the gentle, loving hands caressing her
breasts and moving down over her body with an intimate tenderness that seemed to fill
her very heart with untold affection for this beloved girl. She felt the hands stroking her
buttocks and drawing her tightly into soft, satiny, fleshy loveliness.
Again, a brief sensation of learned repugnance flittered through Jill, but she wouldn't let
it dwell there. Something, erotically fascinating... strangely forbidden and sensuously
beautiful was happening to her... She wanted it... whatever it was, to continue... The
cool air bathing her voluptuous, love-starved body was bringing her tiny nipples to rigid
hardness, then Marilyn was pressing close to her once more, massaging her own
splendid nakedness against Jill's soft supple flesh, their nipples touching, their full, firm
breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken
thatches of golden and dark pubic hair.
Jill gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her quickly revived, sensitive flesh
and through her dazed mind, while Marilyn's hand caressed her round, quivering
buttocks, spreading them open and tenderly slipping between to stroke her tight little
anus with a knowing and gentle finger. Once more, Jill trembled with delight, and
suddenly Marilyn rolled her onto her back, her hand tracing down over the arched line
of her hip to her soft, smooth thigh as she slithered down her body, gently pressing
Jill's legs open to her; then, she began kissing the tanned, warm skin of her inner
thighs, working slowly upward toward the sparsely covered dark-haired flanges of her
needing pussy.
Marilyn's gray-blue eyes sparkled excitedly as they locked on the narrow pink slit where
already a tiny drop of secreting moisture glistened from Jill's building passion. Greedily,
she flicked out her tongue-tip swiping its pungent deliciousness into her mouth, she
drew her tongue from the point where the enticing coral slit enjoined the smooth cleft
between Jill's luscious buttocks, lightly tracing the thin pink line separating her fleshy
vaginal lips upward to its very peak, feeling the vibrant tremor ripple over her gorgeous
neighbor's young naked body. Tenderly, with her thumbs, she brushed aside the soft,
resilient pubic hair and spread apart the tight outer cuntal lips until Jill's sensitive,
hooded clitoris came into full view before her, then, she licked it and Jill whimpered
aloud.
Then suddenly, the young neighbor felt her thighs being raised back to press against
her throbbing breasts, and she lifted her head to watch Marilyn's nuzzle into her loins,
her long ash-blonde tresses grazing tauntingly the soft flesh of her belly as she began to
lick and suck at her cunt with delicious frenzy.
Immediately, Jill's soft cloud of moments before began to wear thin and she found
herself wishing that she had another capsule to swallow. The sensations Marilyn was
causing to tingle wildly in her loins and flutter through her belly were breathtaking; yet,
even as she began to writhe and squirm beneath her hot, licking tongue and sucking
lips... certain revulsion toward this obscene lesbian act was mounting within her. Her
upbringing and natural instincts seemed in direct opposition. Even though she well
knew that such perversions went on in the world around her, she had never in her most
remote dreams imagined that she could be a part of such a performance... but, there she
lay, on her back with her legs raised high and her thighs widespread in lewd growing
desire beneath this beautiful creature whose mouth and tongue were instigating
unbelievable, forbidden pleasure inside her... and who was going to protect her... That
was the important thing! She and her husband were going to protect her... and help her
Larry! Dear God... yes, yes... it was beautiful... beautiful... after the horror she had been
subjected to by Shad Bartok... that brutal animal... and this magnificent, lovely girl...
sucking and licking at her cunt... Oh God! It was heavenly!
"Oh... oh," Jill moaned. Marilyn was sucking her clitoris and nipping at it with her
pretty white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her. It
was near maddening... erotically maddening... but bearably maddening. Then, her
tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her vagina, wetly rotating at its bruised, tight
elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside her again and Jill knew her channel was dilating
receptively to her neighbor's lovemaking. Abruptly, she felt her hips being raised by
those small, slender hands cupping the rounded moons of her buttocks, and she held
her knees tight to her aching breasts as she felt the enchanting tongue trail downward
through the smooth crevice of her ass to her anus, licking, then, its tip pressing firmly
into the small, puckered little hole, penetrating only a fraction of an inch though she
tried to help by relaxing to the fullest degree. Once more, the tongue returned to her
cunt, curling up into her, then flicking back to her clitoris as the pressure mounted in
her loins.
Jill remembered how earlier in the day she had felt that same delicious pressure
building inside her and how she had been certain that it was going to happen to her for
the first time in her life... but then, brute that he was, he had denied her... This time, it
had to be! Her whole mind and body wanted... had to have that release, else she would
surely lose her mind!
And then, Marilyn raised her head and smiled while Jill slowly lowered her legs.
"Come down here and kiss me," the lovely blonde said.
Jill lifted herself upright as Marilyn got to her knees between her legs. Jill wrapped her
arms hungrily around her neighbor's neck and planted her lips on the glutinous mouth,
tasting the poignant flavor of her own self there. The reaction to her senses set off wild
lustful sensations charging through her.
Marilyn took her inside her arms and held her, then pressed the younger girl's cheek
against the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran one free hand down over Jill's
soft belly and downward through the silken, dark pubic hair of her fleshy little mound
to her pussy, drawing a finger up between its moist quivering lips.
Jill whimpered and tried to move closer. Marilyn cupped her own breast and pressed
the nipple into Jill's mouth, and she began to suck hungrily as her own small hand
came up to caress and hold the lush heavy breast lovingly.
"You like that?" Marilyn whispered, throatily.
"Mmmmmm... oh, yes... yessss," Jill moaned, her brain swirling.
Momentarily, Marilyn watched in growing lust as the gorgeous chestnut-haired girl
sucked and nibbled at her breast. She watched until she couldn't stand it any longer,
and then she pressed the girl back down onto the bed and straddled her, moving up
over her until her full buttocks flattened the younger girl's breasts into her chest.
Jill looked up at her, unfrightened, knowing suddenly what was to come and expressing
no distaste nor fear. Marilyn raised up until her tight widespread cunt was hovering
directly over Jill's mouth... and Jill licked out obediently with her tongue, the enticing
coral slit with its enfringing golden hair like a magnet to her as she laved her tongue
through the velvety length of it. Jill reached up with her hands and caught tight to the
beautiful blonde's hips, pulling her down closer while she ran her tongue through the
coral warm sensitiveness of Marilyn's cunt..'. exploring her clitoris, her vagina, her
urethra as her own desires continued to soar within the filmy rapture still clouding her
carnally excited brain.
Then, Marilyn suddenly scrambled off her. "You know, Darling, there's another
involved with us," she whispered secretively.
Jill could hardly think intelligently. She merely stared.
"Kaptain," Marilyn said. "We mustn't forget Kaptain, Pet. He'll be our lover when there
are no other lovers around."
Jill gaped at her, trying with difficulty to understand her meaning. It didn't make
sense... now did any of this, really... It was all a dream, she was certain of it, produced
by the medication Marilyn had given her... but a beautiful dream, nevertheless...
"He'll love you, Jill darling... I know he will," Marilyn was saying. "Turn over and get
up on your knees with your lovely ass high in the air..."
"Wh-what...?"
"Turn over!" Marilyn ordered, none to gently... and Jill did, onto her knees as
commanded, raising her buttocks in the air.
"Kaptain! Up boy!"
Jill felt the weight of the great dog leap onto the bed, yet, she couldn't see him because
he remained behind her, and as her belly constricted she looked sideways at Marilyn's
face, and she saw her beautiful neighbor pointing toward her buttocks.
For what seemed an eternity, Jill knelt in a near fear-stricken, half-hypnotic daze until
suddenly she felt the huge animal's wet nose sniffing at her crotch. She gaped at
Marilyn who was smiling. Abruptly, she wanted to scream... then, I felt his probing
nose against her anus, causing her to lurch forward from the shock. My God! She
sensed his tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the crevice between her legs.
She couldn't believe it as he laved at her anal ring and she had to steel herself to keep
from screeching out. She started to protest, but then the animal began hungrily licking
her aroused cuntal slit and her words choked in her throat. My God! His tongue was
running the full length of her cunt... and then, she felt Marilyn's hand on her leg.
"Spread your legs wide apart, Darling," Marilyn hissed excitedly. "Open your cunt to
him."
"What? Mother of God! What are you saying?"
"Do as I say!" Marilyn snapped, her lovely eyes flashing angrily for the first time.
Dazedly, Jill responded, spreading her knees as Kaptain lashed his tongue the full
length of her open buttocks, from the snugly closed little pucker of her now cringing
rectum down beneath to the tight pink edges of her also cringing pussy, even to the
very base of her belly where it penetrated to flick at her quivering clitoris. He repeated
it time and again, his canine lingual member laving through her sensitive, hair-covered
genitals almost as if trained to the performance spreading her open in the tenderest
parts until her body began to twitch noticeably at his lapping and sniffling of her loins.
Again, Jill looked to Marilyn Archer, aware of the futileness of the gesture even as she
did it, disgusted with her own self in her handicapped fluffy world as the exciting
sensations she was beginning to perceive began to take command of her.
"My... my God!" she gasped aloud while Kaptain splayed his long thick tongue hotly
through the length of her velvety split. Then, she found herself trying to widen her
knees even further in an effort to open the pink gap more to him. His animal-tongue
thrust up the moist coral furrow, tingling at the deep, dilated passageway as it ravished
her crotch in merciless, mounting bliss. She moaned aloud and suddenly saw Marilyn's
naked loveliness moving around her head and squirming down beneath her kneeling
body... drawing her legs back to her full, erect breasts, so that her golden-hair-cover
cunt was completely exposed to her.
And then, through the haze of her passion, Jill felt Kaptain mount her, his soft furry
body crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips in
the manner of a human male. The beast's lashing tongue had rekindled the flame in her
loins even more so than Marilyn's gentle ministrations, and as she turned her head she
caught the entire reflection of their obscene orgy in the large, gilt-edged mirror on the
wall; the salacious sight of the magnificent animal mounting the licentiously spread
moons of her soft white buttocks, plus the lurid reflection of Marilyn lying on her back
with her legs raised in lewd presentation of her delightful, pink split-crotch to be licked
and loved, sent wildly insane and lascivious sensations of carnal rapture racing through
her still drug-fogged mind and body.
She saw the image of Kaptain's unbelievable, glistening, coral penis shoot forth from its
long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing like a pointed, scarlet
candle in the damp slit of her cunt, and she felt his strong animal-body jerk against her
in his effort to penetrate her vagina with the beveled, thick shaft.
"Help him, Darling! Help him!" Marilyn gasped, while she, too, watched the mirror,
her own hand moving magnetically down between her raised, spread thighs to slip her
probing index finger in and out smoothly, separating the clasping, lubricated lips of her
own contracting cunt.
With an unrestrained moan, Jill shifted her lush round buttocks in a searching effort to
capture the dog's lengthening prick, the feral tension within her mounting toward the
wanton stage. She wanted the long slippery organ inside her... had to have it inside her
before she lost her wits with her constantly building need! She reached back, grasping
the wet shaft and causing Kaptain to half-growl, half-whimper, as she guided the
pointed nozzle to the sucking mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vagina, and
immediately he thrust, thrust, thrust, spreading her hole open wider and wider as he
buried his long animal-cock deep up inside her hot pulsing passage.
Marilyn watched in lust-filled fascination, gaping as the thick scarlet cudgel slithered
forward with a wet charge until it was sunk to its delicious hilt, knowing the ecstatic
delight, while her Kaptain's hairy balls swung beneath Jill's damp, dark, pubic-hair
lined crotch.
"Oh, my God!" Jill blurted aloud, her eyes wide but glazed as the beast fucked into her
from behind while she stared down at Marilyn's several fingers moving sleekly in and
out of her own pink, wide-split cunt. "Ooooohhhh, ooohhhh, ooohhhh, ooohhh," she
chanted ii heavenly relief while she began to move backwards rhythmically to meet
Kaptain's powerfully long strokes plunging deep into the very depths of her belly.
Marilyn Archer watched as if hypnotized, her long fingers pummeling her own moist,
dilated channel while her eyes locked on Jill's contorted, beautiful face, sensually
enraptured by the absolutely magnificent fucking Kaptain was giving her, from behind.
She watched the younger girl's lovely, taut breasts dancing and swaying beneath her
writhing torso, keeping cadence with the animal's regal cock skewering deeper and
deeper into her from behind, a merciless piston of glistening dog-flesh sinking to its full
depth far up into her soft white belly.
At last, when she couldn't stand the mere watching, along with her own fingering of
her cunt, any longer, Marilyn entwined her fingers in Jill's long hair and pressed her
face downward into her crotch, immediately feeling the younger girl's smooth and hot,
wet tongue, of its own volition, begin to lick the moist velvety flesh of her cunt... the
roundness of her lips sucking feverishly at her clitoris... the length of her tongue darting
up into her vagina, to slash, swirl and lave... hot breaths coming in tight gasps against
her own pink, sensitive flesh as she rotated her buttocks and crotch furiously, just as
was Jill grinding her ass back against the fucking animal-cock like a bitch of the dog's
own breed.
The lewd, erotic sight was more than Marilyn could-bear to watch any longer; her
climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt that Jill
was administering. She threw back her head and wailed deeply as the bubble burst and
waves of pleasure raced through her loins and belly, causing her legs to jerk out
spasmodically on either side of Jill's lovely head buried in her climaxing crotch.
Simultaneously, Jill began to utter muffled whimpers. Suddenly, she raised her face and
Marilyn saw her glazed dark-eyes grow round and wide as she blurted: "Ooooohhh, my
God, I'm going to! I-I-I... yes! I'm going to cum! Oh, dear Christ! Yes... now... I'm...
oohh! I'm cuummmiinnngggg...!" and her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and
sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her long chestnut-hair flailing wildly as she
began the first delightful spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks
hard back onto the thick driving animal-cock with abandoned fury.
Marilyn watched in the mirror as Kaptain's tongue hung loosely from the mouth of his
great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the smooth tanned flesh of Jill's back
while he fucked into the salaciously undulating buttocks from behind with feral frenzy.
Then, Jill shrieked again, slamming her ass back against the dog with a frantic jerk as
simultaneously he thrust forward and his prick began to spew its hot animal sperm up
into her belly with long, hard spurts. Once again, Jill screamed, and her buttocks began
to contract convulsively while Marilyn watched the mirror to see the combination
human-animal, thick, white orgasmic liquid explode from the lips of her young
neighbor's tight cunt that was still clasping and squeezing Kaptain's long, thick prick,
thin rivulets of the sticky, white fluid running down the satiny, tanned columns of her
soft thighs... and then, Jill collapsed into the cradle of Marilyn's loins, giving one last
sigh of release as consciousness left her.
Marilyn ran her fingers lovingly through the entangled mass of silky, chestnut-hair and
smiled down at her. "There, my beautiful little darling, now you'll sleep," she
whispered. "Oh, what wonderful times we're going to have together, my pet. What
wonderful, wonderful times... all of us, Kaptain, darling...!" she smiled over at his
panting form.


Chapter 9

Sometime in the night, David had returned with Larry Neilson. He had forced Shad
Bartok's hand by threatening to bring the whole mess out in the open, regardless of
who got hurt, and his bluff had worked. The big deputy had obviously been scared by
the thought of Milt Howell learned of his assault on the politician's daughter, and in a
bitter rage, released his prisoners to the custody of the police chief, but he promised
David that he hadn't heard the end of it.
Sleepily, Marilyn had awakened to their presence in the room, but Jill continued in her
exhausted coma. Marilyn had gotten up then, and accompanied David into their guest
room, leaving Larry to enjoy the pleasure of seeing his darling wife's face fill with
delight when she awakened to find him beside her in the morning.
The sun was high when Marilyn opened her eyes fully, becoming aware of where she
was and that she was alone. David had already dressed and left for City Hall, and she
found her own bedroom empty of Jill and Larry. She was surprised that it was almost
ten-o'clock, and immediately dashed into the shower; she hadn't forgotten her special
plans for this morning.
She wasn't exactly certain how she would approach Milt Howell, only that the end
result had to be positive; David's permanent appointment to office had to be secured; it
meant so much to their future together. Oddly enough, she thought, she wasn't
frightened in the slightest at the prospects of the price; in fact, if anything, she was
secretly looking forward to the challenge. Besides, there were some other ramifications
to her wonderful husband's position that intrigued her, divarications that had to do
with the financial aspects, branches that the late Lew Devons had found most attractive.
Of course, David would blow his top if he ever knew what she had in mind, but by the
time he did find out, she mused, it would be too late, and she felt certain she could
handle her lovable, sweet husband... just as she was going to handle Milt Howell...

* * *

There was no longer the slightest doubt in Donnie Trent's youthful mind; he was in
love with Mrs. Archer. He'd slept very little the entire night, only rolled and tossed in
his bed with his prick as hard as the handle on his tennis-racket. Holy crap, just before
dawn his belly and nuts ached so he thought he would scream right out. He couldn't
get the picture of her hovering over him naked, with her mouth fastened onto the end
of his pecker, out of his mind. Man, he had to see her today... had to talk to her... and...
and maybe she'd suck him again... only this time he was going to feel o£-her cunt and
squeeze her tits a lot... they were so much bigger and nicer than his sister, Ann's, or
even his mother's... Maybe, he'd even start calling her Marilyn... Why not? After all, she
was his girl-friend now, wasn't she? Holy crap, he loved her all right... She was better
than Ann and his mother put together...
As he sat by the window watching the house across the street, he suddenly saw her. She
was all dressed-up and walking toward their garage; she was going somewhere.
In minutes, he had raced outside and was flinging his camera over his shoulder as he
hopped onto his mini-bike and kicked its small engine over. It didn't want to start and
he swore furiously, then, it caught, and by the time he reached the street, Marilyn
Archer's red Mustang was an easy block in front of him, not difficult to keep in sight.

* * *

Milt Howell was a large man, tall, fat and bald, with heavy jowls and alert rheumy, 
fishgrey eyes. He was red of complexion, pompous of manner, and sat behind a massive
desk in a plush downtown office that boasted Howell Enterprises, Inc., on the frosted
glass of its door. A middle-aged secretary, probably in her early fifties and ten years
younger than her employer, advised him of Marilyn's presence, then, beckoned for the
stunning blonde girl to enter.
"Well," said the heavy-bellied politician once Marilyn was seated with crossed, nylon
encased legs displayed fetchingly from beneath her colorful mini-dress, "to what do I
owe this visit, Mrs. Archer?"
Marilyn smiled. She watched, pleased with the tiny glint of lechery lighting his eyes as
they played upon her legs both below and above the knees, dallying hungrily on the full
roundness of her thighs peeking out teasingly at him. "I-I'm not quite certain, Mr.
Howell," she replied, letting her eyes drop in a pretended nervous shyness. "I-I suppose
you might refer to it as a favor of sorts... yet, I feel that it might be a profitable one to
all concerned."
Milt Howell studied the enchanting, sexy girl before him with growing interest. Christ,
she was a voluptuous little bitch, he thought, his eyes raking her sensuous loveliness
over and over desirously. Of course, this wasn't the first time he'd ogled her, or
wondered how it would be to crawl between those legs; he'd been in her company at
civic functions when she was with her husband, but he had never spoken to her alone
like this. What the hell was she up to, anyway, coming to him... ? She had to be aware
that there was animosity between Archer and himself, unnecessary animosity perhaps,
but that was her godamned "do-gooder" husband's fault, not his. He would've worked
with Archer had the young wise-ass swung into line and taken orders, even made it
damned profitable for him. As it was, David Archer would never be Chief of Police in
Parksburg as long as he, Milt Howell, was on the Commission... and sooner or later the
punk was going to make a mistake, then, he'd push Bartok right in there. All the same,
she was a luscious little bitch... He said: "Go on, Mrs. Archer, keep talking." His
gravelly voice -dropped a full tone in a show of interest. "The word profitable always
intrigues me."
Again, Marilyn allowed a slight smile to play around her full, red lips. "All right," she
said. "Shall we be candidly frank with each other, Mr. Howell?"
"Preferably so," he answered, the trace of a grin stretching his own thick, rubbery lips.
"Good." Marilyn leaned forward. "I want my husband's permanent appointment to the
Chief's position... and you're the only man who can make that possible. What will it
cost me, Mr. Howell?"
The big man stared at her. He had unquestionably been taken aback by her bluntness.
Now, he loudly cleared his throat and shifted his bulk with an uneasiness in his chair,
causing the furniture piece to groan from the strain.
"You... you do believe in being candid, don't you, young lady?" he grunted. "But maybe
it's just possible you don't realize what you're saying... or what's involved, eh?"
"Oh... but I assure you that I do, Mr. Howell... or may I call you Milt?" Marilyn said,
gazing levelly into his narrowing eyes. She watched his rheumy orbs sparkle as his
name tumbled from her lips and then saw them dart downward to her full breasts and
amply displayed legs once more.
He broke into a slow grin. "Yes... yes, I like that... the way you say it," he said, his
tongue licking out lasciviously. "And I'll call you...?"
"Marilyn," she answered softly.
"Marilyn... Marilyn... it fits you," he said. "Kind of sexy and soft sounding... the way
you look."
"T-Thank you," Marilyn replied, dropping her eyes demurely. Then: "D-Do you think
we can... can strike a bargain, Milt?" she asked, slowly raising her eyes once more.
"Hell... anything's possible, my dear," he said, shifting in his chair again as he felt his
heavy prick stir inside his trousers. Christ, how long had it been since he'd known that
to happen? But goddamnit, she was throwing it right in his face. Hell, he might be old,
but he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't get it up for the likes of something of her
class; she wasn't any old fat sow like what he had at home... but what the hell was it
going to cost him?
"Look," he said, "there's a lot of money involved here, Marilyn, incoming money that
Lew Devons made possible... and I intend to get it. The Chief's position is essential to
my little machine... Just how well can you control that husband of yours?"
"Fully and completely," Marilyn replied without hesitation. "Let me add, Milt dear, that
I'm not above a bit of extra financial gain myself. As for David, don't worry about him;
I'll take care of that end of it... if you'll just see to his permanent appointment."
Milt Howell leaned back heavily in his chair. He couldn't take his small, excited eyes
from the lovely creature before him who was offering the perfect proposition...
including her luscious, tight round ass... and as careful and shrewd as he had been all of
his life, he knew that right at the moment his prick was about to make a decision.
"And... assuming we do strike a bargain, Marilyn-pet, just how... how do we seal it?" he
heard himself ask hoarsely.
Marilyn gave him her beautifully trained smile, shifting her legs with enough of a
flourish to allow him a more intimate fleeing glimpse of panty-hose covered thighs.
"What ever way you might suggest, Milt darling," she half-whispered.
"J-Jesus Christ...!" he gasped under his breath, coming forward with forearms heavily
slapping the desk. He gaped at her in silence while his brain functioned rapidly. 
"SSuppose we give things a... a test-run, so's to speak, then, we'll go from there. How
does that sound to you...?"
Marilyn made a little nod of her lovely head. "Whatever you say, Darling," she repeated
softly. "I'm a gambler... especially when a real gentleman is involved."
Milt Howell jerked open his desk drawer and produced a key. His eyes blazed
lecherously as he passed it over to her. "This key fits my camp on the river. It's five
miles north of town. Take the Lambert Road from the main highway... know where that
is?" Marilyn nodded that she did. "You can't miss it," he said raspily. "Go up there and
wait for me; I'll be along in a half-hour or so. We'll... we'll see how serious you really
are, Baby..." Marilyn arose slowly and reached out for the key, letting her fingers brush
suggestively against the flesh of his pudgy hand, her little sultry smile never leaving her
enchanting face. She whispered: "I'll be waiting, Darling. Please hurry..."

* * *

Donnie Trent had followed Marilyn all the way to the river, keeping a safe distance
behind. He was surprised when she finally stopped before a large camp that was
privately tucked away in the pines, and he watched as she unlocked the door and went
inside. He found a place in the brush to hide his mini-bike, then kept off the road to
the woods as he encircled the camp, finally working himself in close to a window, the
underbrush growing tight to the building, affording him complete seclusion if he was
quiet. He saw her then, walking around the main room of the furnished camp, looking
at pictures and other objects as she absent mindedly played with the little locket around
her neck, just wasting time... as if she might be waiting for someone.
Donnie swallowed tightly at the closeness of her... only a few feet away, he thought, as
he watched her putter pointlessly about the room, a little smile playing continuously on
her beautiful face. Holy crap, how he loved her! He wished he dare go right in there
and kiss her on the mouth, then, put his hand right up her dress and feel there between
her legs the way he sometimes did to his sister, Ann... Someone was coming! He heard
the car and he froze motionless, hardly daring to even breathe. He saw the door open
and a big, fat man walk in. Mrs. Archer smiled up at him from where she had dropped
onto the davenport and he grinned down at her. Holy crap! It was Mr. Howell!
From his secluded position, Donnie watched them in confusion, not liking what he saw
even a little bit, but not quite knowing why as yet. Milt Howell had gone to a cabinet
and gotten out a bottle of what looked to be whisky. He'd taken off his coat so that his
big gut stuck right out inside his white shirt, then he'd unloosened his tie and was
bringing Marilyn Archer a glass of the whisky. Suddenly, he sat down beside her...
and... and oh crap! They were kissing!
Oh no... no... no! Donnie groaned with inward torment. It couldn't be true! How could
she let that fat slob kiss her on the mouth? And... and he was feeling of her beautiful
tits... squeezing them as he pushed her down on her back right there on the couch! Oh
shit! He was shoving his godamned ugly fat hand right up between her legs and feeling
of it! Holy crap! He couldn't help himself ; he was going to cry!
Donnie hardly knew what he was doing as he pulled his camera from its case and
began shooting pictures. The tears were streaming down his cheeks and his heart was
broken at the awful sight of Milt Howell kissing her and slipping his hand right up in
under her dress between her spread legs. Godamn her! Wait 'til he showed her these
pictures! She couldn't lie out of it then... Oh, for chrissakes! They were taking their
clothes off... all of them... until they were both bare, just as he was naked with her
yesterday... except he'd never seen such an ugly, slobby sight as Milt Howell... but man,
what a prick he had! It must've been a foot long and as thick as a fence post. Holy crap!
She could never stuff that into her little hole... never in the whole wide world!

* * *

Marilyn hadn't wanted to look at him in his nakedness; he was an obscenely vile sight
with his sagging, jaundiced flesh and massive overhang of belly, but the size of his huge
cock had utterly amazed her. She was gaping at it in sheer awe when he told her to lie
down on her belly and she started to respond.
"No! On the floor! On the floor!" he commanded gutturally and a little shudder of fear
rippled through her.
Nevertheless, she did as he ordered, downing the contents from her glass first, for she
was not so certain now that she had done the right thing by coming there this way.
And then, all of a sudden, he straddled her thighs, and sitting above her, began to run
his huge hands over her hips and back, grasping and kneading the soft flesh, rolling her
buttocks in his thick pudgy fingers like warm resilient clay. She could hear his
breathing increasing as he manipulated the fleshy cheeks of her ass and thighs with his
hot hands, not speaking, only the ever incessant rise and fall of his gasping belly, while
tiny little moans of strange pleasure immediately began to raise from her and she
sensed any inhibitions she might have entertained gradually leaving her.
"I'm ugly," he panted down at her where she lay stretched out beneath him. "No
woman wants to look at a specimen like me... and this way, you don't have to. Anyway,
this is my thing, as they say. Christ, your ass is like hot butter," he hissed, and she felt
herself succumbing to the warm delight that his gentle touch was bringing her.
Marilyn couldn't understand what he was doing that could arouse such ardent growing
passion inside her, but whatever it was, she didn't want him to stop. It was a heavenly
new sensation, the feel of his hands and fingers across her soft full buttocks, encircling
each in his huge cupped palms and running his fingers side by side down in between
the shadowed crevice separating them. Occasionally, his thumbs would brush teasingly
over the small tight circle of her anus, and further down to graze the soft moistening
lips of her vagina... and when this happened small tremors of excitement would ripple
up teasingly into her belly.
Milt Howell sat above her, lifting his weight slightly onto his knees so that he wouldn't
hurt her, while he watched in lewd delight the quiver of her body each time he touched
her asshole or cunt. Jesus Christ, she was a magnificent beauty! He could scarcely
believe the sight and feel of her beneath him. Godamn. He wasn't quite ready for the
grave yet, was he? Not so's you could notice it, with the hard cock he gaped proudly
down at as it jutted out throbbingly from his lust-filled loins. But he didn't know how
the hell it was going to end... because he didn't intend to get himself into the bag by
playing her game. Frankly, he didn't trust her; she was too fucking shrewd for him; he
liked them dim-witted in the manner of Shad Bartok... dim-witted and greedy... but he
was going to fuck her. Oh yes, he was going to fuck her, all right, but in his own way...
in the way he'd never been able to take that pious old sow he was married to... Godamn
her beautiful luscious ass!
Marilyn's moans snapped him from his stream of consciousness, and he gazed down at
the warm, voluptuous young body beneath him. He watched her buttocks arching and
falling to his touch, and felt the desire in his loins fanning into hot licking flames.
Dear God, Marilyn thought vaguely, would she ever get enough loving again ? Her
mind, loins and belly seemed to be in a near-constant state of craving, and even now to
this ugly gargoyle's ministrations, she had begun to lose all control of her senses; his
hands were driving her crazy. She lay beneath him and felt herself squirm with the
excitement of his almost magical touch, the sensations he had instigated at the core of
her body ever increasing to greater and greater heights of overwhelming pleasure with
each passing second of the obscene teasing.
"Oh... ooohhhh," she moaned against the carpeting beneath her, the lewd, throaty
groans of desire tumbling from between her lips. Admittedly, she thought with clouded
mind, she'd had qualms about giving herself to him after she'd left his office, yet, had
vowed to go through with it for both David's and her own sake... but that she would
come to this point of actually wanting him... foul, obese monster that he was... dear
God! "Oooohhh... oooohhh... what are you... dooiinnggg tooo meee?" she wailed down
into the carpeting while Milt Howell grinned gleefully at the sound of her passion-filled
voice.
"You like it, eh, my little bitch?" he hissed down at her.
"Ooohhh, God...!" she whimpered again, twisting her head to the side so that he could
see the effect his teasing of her heated genitals was having on her. "Do something!" she
gasped suddenly between clenched teeth. "For God's sake, do something before I go
mad!"
"Do what?" Milt Howell questioned triumphantly as she twisted her lust-contorted face
to watch his hands working feverishly back there between her open thighs, and he saw
her eyes widen as they locked onto the still rising hardness of his growing prick.
"Oh... oh, God... fuck me!" she rasped, hardly believing the sound of the foul word she
was using with this almost stranger as she gurgled it up from deep in her throat. "Yes!
Fuck me with it! Now! Now!"
"Sonofabitch!" the big man blurted chokingly. "Get up! Onto your knees... quick! Get
your ass up in the air!"
Unhesitatingly, Marilyn arched her hips, assuming the commanded passive position,
spreading and pressing the lovely round moons of her creamy-white ass-cheeks back at
him, even as he felt the trembling in her legs and the burning, quivering vacuum in her
belly that was waiting to be filled.
Milt Howell's brain reeled in his lust. He probed tentatively at her with his swollen,
heavy-veined shaft, searching for the hot moistness of her vagina with the blunt purple
knob of his huge cock, feeling her buttocks clasping at his jerking member as he guided
it with his hand down the smooth white crevice past her tiny pink anus to the eager,
hair-lined mouth that awaited it.
He felt the head brush over the softness of her golden pubic-hair and finally reach the
pulsating lips of her cunt. His caresses had aroused her to the point where the flowing
passion-liquid inside her had completely lubricated her passage, making it simple for
him to worm his throbbing prick into the velvety tight gripping flesh between her legs...
and as she whimpered receptively, he went into her.
Donnie Trent was nearly blinded by his own tears, yet his pecker had swollen stiff at
the sight of what was taking place before him. He didn't want to believe it... that his
own Mrs. Archer... his own Marilyn would let that fat bastard shove his huge, blunt
headed prick right into her cunthole... but there it was, all happening right in front of
him! He guessed he could probably die... and then, he heard her cry out...
"Aaaggghhh... oh, God... yes! Yes... shove it into me... all of it! All of it! Oh Christ... its
so big and hot! Yes... yeessssss!"
And the fat slob was grinning like an ugly ape, his thick lips stretched wetly back over
his teeth as he began to ram into her from behind with long, powerful strokes... slow
like and leaning back to watch his cock moving in and out of her pink hair-lined little
hole.
Donnie was close enough to see the soft, pink flesh of her moist cunt gripping it,
clasping at his prick and pulsating around it like a mouth sucking him. He felt his own
rod jerk in his pants and the temptation to take it out was great, but instead he began
to take more pictures.
Milt Howell sensed the muscles deep inside Marilyn flexing and constricting against his
huge shaft as he fucked deeper and deeper up inside her. Then, on second thought, he
began to withdraw from her, sadistically watching her thrust her ass back at him, trying
to recapture his rod and retain the fullness of its throbbing size.
"Nooo, don't stop! Put it in... please! Shove it into me! Fuck me, Darling... I need it so
bad...!"
The ex-mayor's brain was whirling lustfully once more; his special moment was at hand
now. He paid no attention to her entreaties, but withdrew it completely, then, began to
rub its smooth rubbery head up and down through the soft pools of whitish moisture
that had formed along the delicate lips of her vagina. He did this several times until his
massive prick was well coated with a thin film of the viscid liquid.
"Wh... what are you doing? Please... please put it back into me... Fuck me...!"
The big man clutched his throbbing shaft in his hand and inched its tip upward toward
her snugly working little anus, moving carefully until its huge spongy head rested
against the small, hairless, tight circle.
Abruptly, through the heat of her passion, Marilyn realized what he intended to do and
cried out as she tried to pull away from him.
"No! Oh no, please! My God... it'll never fit in there! Its way too big...!"
He grabbed her brutally, pulling her hard against him as he spread her ass-cheeks more
open and began to inch his way into the hot, velvety tightness of her rectum. He
ignored her screams of pain as he continued to worm it deeper and deeper, feeling the
taut elasticity, the rubbery channel expanding ever so slightly to accept the unnatural
invasion of his huge burrowing cock.
Marilyn was suddenly panic stricken; her brain was a whirlpool of agonized, frightened
horror. Dear God, even though she had taken it there before from her David, and even
loved it, didn't mean that she could accept this elephantine cock in her tiny back
passage. Oh... Oh, what had she done? She couldn't stand it... couldn't! It was going to
split her in half... at least mangle all of her insides! Oh Christ, stop him! Stop him!
Her mind screamed out in pain as he continued to tunnel deeper and deeper up her ass.
She was certain she was going to faint from the agony, and then all of a sudden, before
she realized it, he was swallowed all the way inside her and he stopped momentarily.
He remained unmoving and she could hear his heavy panting breaths behind her as
slowly the torment began to subside, leaving only a near-nauseating roaring fire inside
her. She sensed his hands moving down and his fingers sliding under her flat little
stomach, then down between the lips of her pulsing cunt and into her vagina. She felt
them moving against the thin membrane that separated them from the huge rod that
was buried to its massive entirety in her ass. And then, she felt the fiery heat spreading
through her tortured body as the lustful, masochistic desires crept over her whole being,
taking control of her dazed wits and urging him to continue.
She began to slowly move back and forth against him.
Donnie Trent couldn't believe what he was witnessing with his own eyes. Holy crap,
the bastard had his huge prick rammed all the way up Mrs. Archer's ass! He'd never
thought it was going to fit, and the way she had squirmed and cried out... he'd wanted
to crash right through the window and stomp the fat ugly face of Milt Howell to a
bloody pulp... But now, she was shoving her pretty behind back at it as if she wanted it
in there, and Donnie could see the way the thick rod of flesh was reaming up into the
obscenely expanded tight hole. For chrissakes, she wanted him to fuck her that way...
there was no question about it!
"Oooohhh... God in heaven, Darling... it's so big! It hurts... yes... it hurts... but it's
good... good! Oh damn, bury it in me! Fuck my ass, Darling!"
Donnie tried to close his ears and shut out her words, but then the mountain-of-the
quaking-flesh was pounding into her and they screamed at each other, their words
driving them into a wild, lewd frenzy of uncontrollable lust and passion. Donnie gaped
in wild-eyed disbelief and suddenly he clutched at his own rock-hard penis inside his
pants.
"Bitch!" Milt Howell spat at her. "Can you feel me filling your ass? How do you like it?
Answer me you blonde cunt! Is it burning right into your belly?"
"Oh... oh... oh! Yes... yes! Its horrible! Its beautiful! You're fucking me to death, damn
you! But don't stop... don't stop! Fuck my ass... don't ever stop!"
Donnie heard her screech filthy words back at him that he'd never heard before in his
young life, not even when his mother and father were doing it. They seemed to be
going crazy... the way he drove into her with pounding ferocity as she shoved her ass
back to receive him like some of the dogs he had seen fucking in the streets.
"Faster... faster! Ram it to me, you bastard! I want to feel it all the way to my throat,
damn you!" Donnie heard her scream back at the huge bulk that was fucking like a
wild animal into her salaciously sucking rectum.
And then, Milt Howell shouted something at her and she began to quiver all over and
shriek that she was cumming... scream for him to hurry... hurry... hurry!
Abruptly, they both began to jerk and squeal like animals, their bodies lurching
convulsively, and Donnie could see the white stuff oozing back out of Marilyn's asshole
and dribbling down the beautiful white flesh of her thighs... then, Milt Howell seemed
to fall apart; he collapsed back away from her, his long limp prick pulling out of her ass
while she slumped forward onto her face. Holy crap... it was all over.
Donnie waited for a long moment, not daring to move unless they see him there. He
wanted to leave, never even see her again, but he didn't think he should chance it yet.
Then, they began to argue. Mrs. Archer got up and started to dress while Milt Howell
slowly pulled on his clothes. The big man was grinning at her evilly and an expression
of near-tearful rage had come over her face. Donnie wished he could hear them, but
they weren't screaming now and he could only hear mumbles.
Suddenly, Milt Howell slapped her... slapped her hard and she nearly fell down. Again,
he wanted to jump right through the window and kick Milt Howell until he couldn't
stand up, but he knew he couldn't... and anyway, maybe she deserved it after what she
had just done, damn her. They argued a little longer before Mrs. Archer ran out the
door and Donnie could hear her car leaving. He wished to God he could get out of
there, but there was no way yet, without taking the chance of getting caught. He'd just
have to stay until after Mr. Howell left...


Chapter 10

Marilyn Archer would have happily forgone her birthday party had not the guests been
invited a week previous. She was that upset following her wanton escapade with Milt
Howell, especially after the complete turn-about he'd resorted to when he was finished
with her. Dear God, he'd laughed right in her face at her proposition and swore that
David would never be Chief as long as he was on the Commission... had even slapped
her before he threw her out. She had never felt so humiliated and degraded in her life,
and somehow she had gotten back home, vowing to herself that David must never
know the truth. How much damage she had done to this man she loved she couldn't be
sure, but someway, sometime, she would get even with Milt Howell, although at this
point she couldn't imagine how. As the saying went, he was holding all of the aces, this
vile, ugly man whom she had, in her abandoned passion, begged to sodomize her.
Perhaps the party was what she needed after all, she thought, as she looked around at
the faces of friends enjoying themselves. Of course, they were a few of choice friends,
the Caldwells, the Evans, The Bristols, and now the Neilsons, all swinging young
people who were of the same liberal sex philosophy as they, themselves, and there was
little doubt but what the evening would progress into one of their usual ecstatic nights.
Frankly, she hoped there'd be no hitches; she had set her goal on young Larry who was
undoubtedly what she needed more than anything to help her forget the foul Milt
Howell, even though the absinthe was doing a pleasant job of that right at the moment.
It was still early, but the lights were properly dimmed and the background music was of
the exotic South Sea variety, quite inspiring sensually, and already couples were
changing mates and finding little secluded corners for pre-play excitement. She saw Jill,
David and Larry talking and laughing at the bar, and with Kaptain beside her, walked
over to join them.
It was then that it happened.
The front door burst open and several men in Deputy Sheriff uniforms walked in to
face her guests, their hands on their revolver butts. Shad Bartok entered last. He was
grinning as his small eyes settled on David's shocked face.
"Wh-what the devil is the meaning of this, Bartok?" David threw at him. "What're you
doing in my house...?"
"Keep cool, Mr. Police Chief," sneered the deputy, surveying the room and its
occupants quickly. "Sorry to bust up your little sex-party, but I'm here on official
business... law business."
David slammed down his glass and moved toward the cigar-smoking lawman angrily.
"Listen to me you ugly bastard, you're going to pay for this intrusion onto private
property! Now, get these apes out of here, and fast...!"
"I said, keep cool, Archer!" Bartok snarled back at him, producing two folded legal
documents and shoving them under David's nose. "One of these is a search-warrant...
the other, a warrant for the arrest of your lovely little wife there. Now, let's not have
any trouble, eh?"
"M-My wife...?" David repeated, his mouth falling open loosely. "Arrest... ? In God's
name, what for ? What're you trying to pull...?"
"Murder, Archer... Milt Howell's murder this afternoon in his camp on the river," the
Deputy Sheriff sneered bitterly. "Poor Milt, his head was bashed in with a liquor bottle,
busted open like an ostrich egg... and that lovely little piece behind you was with him..."
"Oh my God... Daddy!" Jill exclaimed, her face growing pale as her knees seemed to
give out from beneath her.
Larry caught her before she crumbled to the floor, but two of the deputies took her
from him and laid her onto the davenport. Marilyn tried to go to her, but Bartok
grasped her arm.
"Stay put, lady," he ordered, then turned to the other guests who had cowered back in
the room. "The rest of you twat and cock swappers get out of here, and make it
snappy."
"Damn you, Bartok!" David spat, charging the other, but he got nowhere. Two of the
big man's deputies caught him from either side and held him while Bartok snapped
handcuffs onto his wrists. "Well now." he leered, speaking between his yellowed teeth,
"a mighty serious offense, as you ought to know, Archer, interfering with the arrest of a
criminal. Looks like I'll have to take you in along with this hop-head and that
pretending wife of his. Think maybe we've got a conspiracy here... a plot to force Milt
Howell to put you into office permanently for your own illicit gain, and a way for the
hop-head to get even with his father-in-law. It all adds up, eh...?"
"You know better than that, Bartok," David spat at the bigger man. "You're going to try
and frame us, but it'll never work. I promise, I'll have your badge..." Shad Bartok
laughed outright. "Why you stupid bastard. What do you suppose that bitch of a wife
of yours was doing with Milt in his cabin, anyway? Crossword puzzles?"
"You know damned well she wasn't in his cabin!" David replied angrily. "It'll never
hold water, Bartok..."
"It won't, eh?" The big lawman grinned evilly. "Why don't you ask her if she was there
or not... and what the hell they were doing?" He continued to grin as he said: "Or
maybe you'd like to know that we've got a perfect set of tire-prints, nice and fresh, and
taken from the soft ground in front of Milt's camp that match your Mustang to the
letter..."
"They're... they're more than one Mustang with those identical tires in Parksburg,"
David stammered. "You can't call that conclusive evidence..."
"Maybe... but this is," snapped the deputy triumphantly, extending his hand to show
the locket with its broken fine chain curled in the palm.
David gaped at it in disbelief, then, looked to Marilyn who quickly averted his eyes.
Christ, he couldn't believe it! It was the same one he'd given her last night...
. .' Found it on the floor beside Milt's body," Bartok was saying. "No question about it,
we've got you all cold, Archer... and you're going to pay right through the ass. I haven't
figured out all of your angles yet, but I will... and in the meantime I'm just going to
hold the lot of you. All right boys, let's herd these bastards out of here. Looks like we've
got a long night ahead of us..." David was dumbfounded. His brain was reeling as if he
had been struck at the base of his skull. He simply couldn't believe it! Christ, he
couldn't let Bartok get them down in that cell-block of the County Court House or
they'd never have a chance...
"Wait just a minute, Bartok," he tried, jerking free of the deputy's powerful hand. "I've
still got some authority in this town. As Chief of Police, I demand..."
"You'll demand nothing, Archer!" Shad Bartok growled. "This time, you're out of your
jurisdiction. Milt Howell was killed outside the city limits... in the county, and that's my
bag-of-apples, boy. Now, let's go!"
"David, please...?" Marilyn came up beside him, her lovely gray-blue eyes pleading. "I
didn't do it. I was there, but I didn't kill him... he was alive when I left. Good God, I
could never do a thing like that! I was only trying to persuade him to make your
appointment final. I thought... oh God, I don't know what I thought..."
She stared entreatingly at her handsome husband's stunned, craggy face, hardly
realizing at that moment that his heart had gone out to her. He was thinking how
much he loved her and trusted her. No matter what she did, he'd stand behind her. He
started to take her hand, but one of the deputies yanked her away, nearly throwing her
bodily through the open doorway before them.
Suddenly, there came a vicious animal growl and Kaptain charged her assailant. It was
Bartok who stepped to one side, hauled out his heavy service weapon and brought it
down crushingly on Kaptain's great skull.
The massive animal whimpered once, twice, then staggered outside and dropped over
onto his side.
"Kaptain! My God, my Baby! Kaptain...!" Marilyn screamed, but the lawman wouldn't
let her go to him, and they were all shoved roughly into the patrol cars.

* * *

Shad Bartok grinned at the two male prisoners who sat before him in the interrogation
basement room of the County Court House building. He was elated with the way he'd
sewed things up... cooked Archer's goose and gotten rid of Milt Howell in one fell
swoop. Now, the whole machine was going to be his own. In the meantime, he had the
two lovely little cunts locked up nice and tight down in a cell... and he wasn't through
with them by a damned sight. Memories of Jill Neilson's tight round ass were vividly
flashing through his mind. He continued to grin, then, he said: "I'll tell you the truth,
Archer. I've got another theory that holds water, too... and maybe, I'll just let you take
your choice. It's possible that it was you who busted poor Milt's skull with that liquor
bottle, and Neilson here was in on it with you, eh?"
"You're off your rocker, Bartok," David spat.
"Hmmm, maybe," replied the big man, seemingly unmoved by his prisoner's insult.
"Today was your wife's birthday, wasn't it? Well now... according to the inscription in
this locket, it says, To Marilyn from David, Love forever. July 25, '96, and today's the
twenty-fifth. It don't seem rightly plausible that you'd give your wife her present before
that party tonight... so... it's possible you had it on you and lost it struggling with Milt.
How does that strike your deductive instincts, Mr. Police Chief?"
David didn't answer. Christ, the big ugly lawman was actually drawing the noose
tighter and tighter. He didn't care about himself, but the others... He stared levelly at
the deputy who was chewing on the cigar butt stuck into one corner of his mouth.
Larry, beside him, had not uttered a word, and David was surprised as well as
appreciative of the young man's lack of fear. They both had to keep level heads if any of
them were ever to get out of this framed mess.
What had happened in the cabin this afternoon, David had no idea... except that he was
certain Marilyn couldn't kill anyone. That was impossible, but then, neither had he!
Yet, obviously, someone had... but who?
"Don't feel like talking, eh Archer?" Shad Bartok shifted his thick shoulders in his
chair. "Well, that's okay," he went on as he pushed two typed sheets of paper toward
each of the prisoners.
"These are confessions, gentlemen... confessions that admit you two plotted to murder
Milt Howell just the way I said. They need your signatures. Sign 'em and your wives
can go free. Now... how about it?"
David felt Larry's eyes upon him. The young husband was waiting for him to make the
first move... to advise him what to do.
"You're being ridiculous now, Bartok," David spat venomously. "We're not about to
sign a damn thing."
Bartok shrugged. "So, you like it better the other way, eh? Where your pretty little
wives take the rap and you all come in as accomplices? That sound better to you two
cowardly bastards... is that it?"
"We want an attorney, Bartok," said David evenly. "You know that's our right. Any
confession we sign here won't hold up in a court of law and you know it..." Bartok
came out of his chair and back-handed David viciously across the face. "You want to
know something else, Archer? You're a stupid cocksucker! And now I'm going to show
you just how stupid you really are!" The big man motioned to two deputies who were
standing at the back of the room. "Take these two wise bastards down in the cell next to
their wives. Then... bring me four of the ugliest, sickest slobs we've got in the drunk
tank. We're going to have a party, boys... a little persuasion party to show these two
punks the way we get things done around here. Maybe that'll change your minds, eh?"


Chapter 11

Marilyn sat on the edge of the hard, iron cot, holding Jill tightly to her. The younger
girl had been crying softly since their arrest, until she couldn't cry any longer. Now, she
sat silently within Marilyn's protective arms, her expression a near blank. Finally, she
said: "I-I know he wasn't a good man... he never was really good... but he was my
father..."
"There now," Marilyn whispered. "Try not to think about that, Darling. Just relax and...
and don't worry. David will get us out of here..." she went on, her own mind filled with
the horror of frightening memories when Lew Devons had held her prisoner in this
same manner... and the terrible assaults that had been committed on her helpless,
defenseless body... Dear God, don't let it happen again.
"I... I feel so strange from all that absinthe I drank," Jill said, interrupting her thoughts.
"It... it's almost as if I had little fires licking all through me..." The sound of heavy
footfalls in the corridor and the clanking of iron doors brought them both upright.
Then, they could see Larry and David being shoved into the cell next to theirs, while
from another direction, two deputies were bringing four of the vilest, foul-dressed men
either of the girls had ever beheld. Two of them were heavy bearded and unwashed in
their near-state of rags, while the other pair were several days unshaven and obvious
winos. They paused outside the girl's cell and Shad Bartok appeared.
"All right," he said, addressing David and Larry. "This is your last chance. You want to
sign... or you want to watch a show?"
David looked to Marilyn who was suddenly staring at him in mounting dread as she
read the same familiar props of horror she had somehow managed to live through once
before. Her mouth had fallen slackly open and she was searching his eyes pleadingly.
"Don't give up, Darling!" he whispered to her. "My God, it's our only chance... any of
us. You know that, don't you?"
Her husband's words raced through Marilyn's mind and she tried to evaluate them. Of
course, he was right; her David was always right. No matter what his promise, Bartok
would never keep his word anymore than Lew Devons had. He was too much of a
sadist... a brute and a lecher! He wouldn't be happy until he saw both Jill and her self
subjected to the most bestial of perversions. Suddenly, she realized that, and although
she wanted to scream out in terror, she raised her chin high instead... while in the back
of her mind she experienced a fleeting thought... thank God, she'd drank all of that
absinthe... it might deaden the horrible humiliation enough to allow her to go through
it.
Bartok gave a signal and a deputy unlocked the girl's cell-door. He nodded again and
two of the uniformed men entered.
"Strip 'em!" he snarled, and the two began to rip the clothes from the helpless, cringing
girls. "All right, you four, shuck those rags. You're going to get a little hot sucking and
fucking. Mosier," the big lawman snapped at another deputy. "You and Freeman get
the rubber hoses. I want to see these four scrounges work those two cunts over like
animals... and everytime they slow down, lay the hoses across their backs. That clear?"
The two named deputies grinned lewdly; there was no doubt of their understanding the
order, nor the fact that they were sadists in their own right. Bartok moved up close to
the husband's cell. He said: "You pricks could save your wives a lot of grief and shame
just by signing your names..." David reached through the bars in an effort to grab the
bigger man, but Bartok stepped back, eluding him. Then, David felt Larry's hand clutch
tightly at his arm.
"What're they going to do to them?" he asked, wide-eyed, showing the first sign of
breaking. "Christ, the girls are naked! And those godamned gutter-rats are going in
after them...! W-We've got to stop it...!"
"Keep hold of yourself, Larry!" David snapped. "I know it isn't pretty, but there's no
other way..."
"To hell there isn't! We can sign his godamned confessions!"
"It won't do any good!" David barked. "He'll never keep his word!"
"My God, I just can't stand here and watch Jill being...!"
Suddenly, a rubber hose bit hollowly into the flesh of a male back and the bearded hulk
of a man let out a vile oath. He leaped at Jill then, his broken, snagged teeth bared,
carrying her down beneath him to the damp and filthy cement floor, her naked back
and buttocks slapping hard as she landed, and although she tried to scream, her breath
was crushed from her.
Enraged by the vicious blow across his back, the bearded prisoner wasted no time in
thrusting her soft white thighs up and back, until her knees pressed cruelly into her
full, pointed breasts, and for the first time, she raised her head and looked down to see
his long, thick, hard prick jutting wickedly out from his loins. She tried to jerk her
trapped buttocks from side to side but it was useless. He grabbed his shaft, forced it
between the tender lips splitting her crotch, spreading them open with its purple, turgid
head, then rammed mercilessly into the tiny mouth of her unwanting cunt, the swollen
blunt nob rolling the delicate pink flesh of her vagina in little wavelets before it as it
thundered into her.
"Aaagggghhhhhhhhhh!" Jill choked as the horrible raping cudgel plunged into her with
all of the force of a death-dealing lance, and momentarily, everything grew dim... but
only momentarily, for immediately the agony was too severe to allow her the mercy of
welcomed oblivion.
Again and again the rubber hoses rose and fell, causing men to blurt out their wails and
filthy obscenities, but Marilyn said nothing. She dropped to her knees almost dutifully
when the second bearded prisoner forced her down before him with brutal hands
gouging into the soft white flesh of her shoulders... and then, when he wound them in
her long blonde hair she gasped out in pain, and his unwashed, vile-tasting cock shot
between her soft red lips all the way to the back of her throat, Larry Neilson gripped
the bars with white-knuckled hands, staring in utter helpless horror at his beautiful
young wife beneath the bearded derelict who was being forced to rape her. Once more,
he saw the rubber-hose bite into the attackers hollowing buttocks, a vicious blow well
placed as the deputy tried to lash his heavy swinging balls and anus with an upsweep of
his arm and missing only by a fraction of an inch, raising an insane oath from the
prisoner as well as a curse from the sadistically leering deputy administering the
punishment.
"Get fucking, you stupid goon!" the deputy barked. "Hurry, damn you or I'll pulverize
your nuts! Ram it to her! Faster! Godamn you; I'll peel the hide from your worthless
ass!"
"Aggghhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhh, dear God!" Jill cried in agonized humiliation, as he
ruthlessly withdrew and rammed again and again and again, the full rock-hard length
of his heavy cock racing into her belly until at last, she felt his balls slap solidly into the
naked cleft between her buttocks. The vicious pain of his unprepared entry was
indescribable, scraping and bruising the soft sensitive flesh as the battering shaft
widened the tight, narrow passage with every brutal plunge, and she groaned
degradedly from deep in her throat.
But then, as she rolled her head in her torment, Jill's eyes focused on the sight of
Marilyn being forced down to all fours, her assailant dropping to his naked knees, his
filthy long cock shoved into her beloved friend's clasping mouth, while another of the
four men was kneeing his way back between her legs, crowding up behind her, his
heavy-veined, swollen prick in his hand. Dear God! He was going to fuck her from
behind while she sucked the despicable cock of the other pig! Oh God! It was
unbelievable... impossible! It couldn't be happening! Where were their husbands? Why
didn't they help them? Oh... oh... oh... she groaned inwardly, for even as she realized
the abject horrors that were taking place on both her own and Marilyn's defenseless,
soft white bodies, Jill became aware that her own pain was rapidly subsiding and the
little tongues of flame that she had felt before from the absinthe were once again licking
with welcomed wildness through her... and she continued to stare at Marilyn's ovaled
lips clinging tightly to the thick rod of flesh sawing into her mouth, her cheeks
beginning to hollow and bloat obscenely... while the insane cock plundering into her
own cunt was causing that memorable mounting pressure to build inside her young
vibrant loins and belly.
David bit at his lip until he tasted the saltiness of his own blood as he watched in
helpless rage the second forced rapist crawl between the helpless, shapely legs of his
wife from behind, while she, subjugatedly, if, with somewhat lessening reluctance,
sucked at the vile cock of the bearded one who was thrusting his shaft wildly into her
throat. He watched the lewd, sickening sight of the second man locking his eyes
greedily onto the sensuous delight of Marilyn's thin, coral slit separating the fleshy,
hair-fringed flanges of her cunt, then, excitedly kneel up, pushing her defenseless soft
white thighs farther apart and slightly upward.
Suddenly, Marilyn felt the thick, spongy head of the second prick being guided up and
down through her tight furrow, the immediate contact of the hard, pulsing nob with
her soft inner-flesh causing an unwanted tingle of libidinous delight to swirl through
her naked body. Again, within her reeling brain, she gave thanks for the absinthe that
made the filthy member sawing into her face not only bearable, but lustfully desirable,
and vaguely she prayed that Jill, too, was experiencing the merciful blessing of its
aphrodisiac effects. Dear God, if they had to endure such loathsome horrors, it was
better that they be able to sustain their wits, rather than to lose their minds entirely
from their torturous and vile subjugations.
And then, without further preliminaries, she sensed the throbbing tip of his cock
against the elasticized mouth of her vagina, forcing its way into her, the man's hips
grinding against her firm round buttocks... pushing and probing further into her
resisting channel until he was buried to the hilt, his hard, thick rod wrapped tightly in
the damp warmness of her clasping cuntal flesh. There was no pain! That was the
amazing thing... no pain! And abruptly, her contracting buttocks began to gyrate of
their own volition, undulate in frantic little circles as she pushed her ass back onto his
shaft, once more hearing the brutal thud of the rubber-hose against naked flesh and the
foul curses filling the cell all around her...
"Good Christ! I can't stand to watch it any longer!" Larry Neilson wailed, tears
streaming down his cheeks as he gaped at the bearded hulk who was fucking into his
lovely Jill, saw him roll her onto her side and the fourth man drop down behind her,
his ugly, stiff cock in his hand as he probed down between her rotund, full buttocks
that were smudged like her back and thighs from the dirt and filth of the damp, cement
floor. Larry's breath caught in his throat in a near-choking wad as he watched in
shocked abhorrence the long rod of swollen flesh search out the tight little raised circle
of his wife's pink anus, spreading her moon-shaped ass-cheeks apart with his hands
even as the other bearded one continued to ram into her now flowering pussy. "Christ
almighty, no!" Larry screamed. "Stop it, damn you! Stop!"
Shad Bartok grinned evilly from his spectator's position outside both cells. His small
eyes gleamed in sadistic delight. He said: "What's the matter, hophead? Don't want to
see your little wife get her asshole reamed?" He chuckled lewdly. "So... sign the
confession, boy... before it's too late."
"You filthy pig, Bartok!" David spat at him. "You'll pay for this, I promise you that! I'll
see you in hell...!"
Once more, the big man gave off his obscene laugh. "Suit yourself, punks. I'm in no
hurry, and everybody else seems to be enjoying themselves... including your wives. Just
look at 'em go, eh? Like a couple of two-dollar whores at a company picnic..."
"Godamn you, stop them!" Larry half-shrieked. "I'll sign... I'll do anything, just let my
wife go!"
Bartok's grin expanded triumphantly. He produced one of the confessions he had
prepared, along with a ballpoint pen and pushed them between the bars. "There it is...
sign it."
"Don't be a fool, Larry!" David warned.
"Damnit, I can't stand to see anymore," the younger man groaned. "I don't care what
happens to me as long as Jill's let out of this dungeon. I'm going to sign... you can do
whatever you want...!"
David looked to Shad Bartok who had never stopped grinning. He knew in his heart
that they were making a mistake, but it was a gamble that he, too, was going to be
forced to take for Marilyn's sake.
"Well, Mr. Police Chief?" Bartok taunted. "You ready to sign... or not?"
"Give it to me," said David resignedly, snatching the paper from the other's grasp and
quickly writing his name at the bottom.
Bartok accepted the confessions and examined them. Satisfied, he nodded toward the
deputies wielding the rubber-hoses. "Lay it onto them, boys," he snarled. "Let's make
sure those cunts don't leave here with hungry pussys, eh?"
Larry stared in stunned repugnance as Bartok's so-called lawmen began to whip the
four men brutally with their lengths of hose, forcing them to continue their perverted
assaults on the two helpless girls.
"Godamn you! You said you'd let them go free...!" he cried at the big man.
"And I will... once we're through with them," Bartok replied with a leer. "Hell, boy, you
wouldn't expect me to bust up the party before those poor slobs get their nuts off,
would you? Christ, hop-head, be a sport. That little wife of yours is a good fuck... at
least, she was yesterday when I had her..." David was forced to grab Larry and slap him
hard to keep him from going into hysterics, the boy was that insane with rage. It had
gone exactly as he'd feared it would... and now... Christ, he could see little or no hope
whatever for any of them...
"Aggghhhhhh... oh, my God!" Larry heard his Jill cry out in agony as he watched the
brutally stiffened cock of the man behind her pop suddenly through the tight, resisting
sphincter of her anus, and again his breath choked in his throat at the sight of the tiny
orifice stretching obscenely to slip over and absorb the probing tip of the heavy cock.
Once more, she wailed horribly while he thrust his hips forward, burrowing half of the
fleshy pole into the soft, velvety passage of her virginal rectum.
Scream after scream burst from her tortured throat, her buttocks jerking and twisting
before the depraved intrusion of the massive organ worming its way up into her
burning channel, but it was moments before Jill realized that her every fighting
movement only served to impale him deeper and deeper into her. She coughed and
choked in utter nausea as she became conscious of the deputies' faces moving in close
to observe the two thick cocks that were shoved to their hilts in her tender genitals...
and then they began to fuck rhythmically into her.
Marilyn was unaware of anything taking place around her except the two racing cocks
fucking into her mouth and cunt. The very helplessness of her position poured through
her mind, and the obscene mental vision of her body being fucked at both ends
between two broken hulks of men who were being sadistically forced to rape her,
lewdly incited her, causing the hunger in her belly to begin churning out of control.
She undulated her buttocks back vigorously against the cock fucking into her quivering
pussy from behind, squeezing her cuntal muscles like a starving animal's mouth at the
hard thick shaft.
She found herself sucking voraciously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing
and bloating obscenely with his vicious thrusts. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood
filled head, the tip hotly probing at its split end. God, she wanted it to shoot in her
mouth... to swallow his decadent sperm and feel it dribbling down her throat... to fill
her belly with it just as the prick soaring into her from behind would fill her womb!
Oh God! Oh Christ...! Yes...! Yes...!
It all came to be! Even as her own orgasm began to rise inside her, Marilyn sensed the
prick fucking into her from behind, jerk and begin spewing its white, hot load deep up
into her clasping cunt. It splashed insanely around inside her and foamed from the
hair-lined lips into the drenched pubic-hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly
against her exposed clitoris, caused her body to lurch spasmodically forward, driving the
cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Then, it too, burst, gushing forth thick
steams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her throat, her cheeks puffing out, then
contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts issuing
from it. She swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips elasticlike around the
ejaculating prick, as if fearful of losing a tiny drop of the precious fluid, while almost
insanely, she skewered her buttocks tightly back onto the still squirting prick in her
cunt...
Both David and Larry gaped in desperate, helpless loathing at the repulsive
performance taking place before them. They saw the thin, stringy rivulets of semen
oozing from the corners of Marilyn's mouth as her forced rapist collapsed before her,
his shrinking prick slithering lifelessly from her still sucking lips, and then, Jill cried
out: "Aaagggghhhhhhhh... oh, yes! My God... I can feel both of your cocks right up
inside me! Oh... ooohhhhhhhh, don't stop! Don't stop! Faster, please! Faster!"
Larry couldn't believe her pleadings... her urging them to move faster and faster... not
his own little Jill!
But the thought of having two men making love to her simultaneously was driving Jill
toward a volcano of fiery lust... and she wanted to scream, to cry out the wild
masochistic pleasure that they were bringing her.
It seemed to go on forever, the hands gripping her as she was completely impaled in
both of her passages. Everything seemed to be spinning, revolving in a great whirlpool
of burning sensations and she thought she would pass out from her ecstatic bliss.
"Ahhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhh... oohhhhhhh... D-Dear Christ! I-I'm going to cum!
Ooohhhhh... both of you... cum with me... at the same time! Oh please, please! Now!
Now! I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggg!"
The cell and corridor re-echoed with the sounds of her desperate screams and the
twisted faces of the leering men watching were caught up in the madness of her
shouting lust. Deputies had pulled out their own throbbing shafts and were lewdly
stroking them, while one tried to spread Marilyn's legs and crawl between them. Even
the imprisoned husbands felt their own pricks lurch uncontrollably inside their pants at
the wild and depraved spectacle... then, Shad Bartok unleashed his massive jerking
organ as he stumbled fiendishly toward Jill, his little eyes salaciously fixed upon her
open, gasping, luscious red-lipped mouth... but he never got there...
It was a scene of wild commotion, with David's police force bursting into the corridor
their pistols drawn and ready, while Bartok's men were caught literally with their pants
down and their swollen, evil pricks in their hands...

* * *

While David tore the confessions he and Larry had signed into little pieces, Lieutenant
Sam Vecchio continued to explain.
"... So, when the Trent kid came running in here with these snap-shots he'd taken,
actually showing Shad Bartok striking Milt Howell with that liquor bottle, I tried to
locate you. Then, I found your dog whining but still alive in your front yard, and once
we got him on his feet he just began running down the street and we followed. He's
some animal, Chief... never faltered a minute, just as if he instinctively knew where to
find you."
They sat in David's office-suite on the fourth-floor of the City Hall building, just the
three of them, the girls having been taken home along with Kaptain and young Donnie
Trent, the latter of which had probably saved all of their lives.
"Well, that's the end of Shad Bartok's bid for power in Parksburg," David said as he
stared ahead at nothing, sipping the brandy he held in his hand. "Not much question
but what we can get an indictment from the D.A.'s office. Anyway, Ben Lyons will be
returning to take over as County Sheriff and that's good. We need honest men like
Ben..."
"And you, Chief," Sam Vecchio added.
Larry Neilson scratched his head. "What I'd like to know is what Donnie Trent was
doing looking in the window of Milt Howell's camp? I mean, how come... and at the
right moment, too?"
David smiled to himself. He wondered if maybe he couldn't answer that question if he
really gave it a little effort? Finally, he said: "Who knows about kids, Larry? Playing
some kind of cops and robbers game probably... just happened to be there at the right
time. Anyway, we should be damned glad that he was."
"Brother, you can say that again," said Larry, rising to his feet and emptying his glass.
"Well... ? Shall we go home, neighbor?"
"Yeah, I think it's about time, Larry... and don't be surprised if I'm a little tardy in the
morning, Sam. There's a good chance I'll sleep in... if my wife will have me..."


Chapter 12

Sunday turned out to be one of those lazy summer days that the people in upstate
Parksburg never quite got enough of, and the Neilsons had joined the Archers beside
their pool, stretching out languidly in trunks and bikini bottoms to let the warm sun
play delightfully on their young, near-naked bodies. Both girls lay on their backs behind
sun-shades, their round and full, lovely erect breasts enchantingly exposed to old-sol's
rays, while their husbands ogled them in proud content.
If it were not for other neighbors, David was thinking, they could enjoy complete
nudity outside, just as they did inside several nights a week. But, of course, the Grover
Heights section of Parksburg wasn't geared to such open, healthy recreation, with its
blue-noses, even though its sexual undercurrent was well known to him, including the
numerous incestuous situations he was aware of. However, as permanent Police Chief
now, and necessarily a stalwart pillar of the community, there were certain obligations
he had to adhere to, thus, making it essential that they keep their own liberal sex
philosophies rather secret, which didn't seem in the slightest to curtail their foursome
enjoyment of one another.
In fact, it was only moments before that Jill Neilson had suggested one of their special
Sunday naps might be nice in a little bit, and all had seemed in favor. So, among other
things, he was pleasantly, if, libidinously, looking forward to that, even as he mused
over the Trents across the street, and the rumors he'd heard concerning Donnie and his
lovely little fifteen-year-old sister, Ann, to say nothing of the mother-father
involvement...
"Darling, why don't you make us all a drink before we nappie?" Marilyn suggested,
raising to her elbows and causing her magnificent breasts to jut forward pointedly with
the effort. "I think we could all use one or two."
"Noble idea," Larry agreed. "Make mine pernod if you have it, Chief."
David smiled and got to his feet. "How about four pernods?" he said, his eyes falling on
Jill's delightful breasts as they quivered magically in their full resilience when she sat
up. He winked at her and she returned the little flirtation. "Okay?"
Kaptain stretched lazily beside Marilyn and she petted his great head fondly.
"Stimulating suggestion, Darling," she said, then her smile left her as she saw Donnie
Trent's handsome young face peering over the fence. Automatically, she covered her
breasts with her hands, a near impossible task, and Jill followed suit, both of them
suddenly tittering lightly.
"Well, young man?" said David, grinning at the boy. "What can we do for you?"
Donnie smiled. "Just wondered if Mrs. Neilson wanted to pay for the paper," he said.
"On Sunday?" Larry questioned, cocking one eye in pretended irritation.
"She wasn't home when I collected yesterday," the boy replied, unruffled.
"Of course, dear," said Jill, hopping to her feet and turning her back to the youth while
she fastened her bikini bra.
They all laughed, amusedly. Marilyn watched Jill trot off toward her house, then David
and Larry started for the arcadia door to pour the drinks.
"Why don't we all come inside?" her husband suggested when he'd gone beyond the
threshold and turned to her. "It's cooler in here, Kitten."
"All right," replied Marilyn. "I'll be along when Jill comes back."
The lovely ash-blonde girl lay back once more, her mind engaged in thought. It
occurred to her that Donnie hadn't been around to see her in several days, and that
lately she had caught him watching Jill with that certain hungry look in his young,
handsome eyes. Suddenly, she had to smile to herself. Dear God, she thought, I'm
jealous... now isn't that something? Jealous of my sweet Jill and my beautiful little 
towheaded sweetheart...
It seemed like ages that she lay there thinking before Jill returned, and Marilyn noticed
the coy little smile she was wearing.
"I gave him a Coke," the chestnut-haired beauty said, her exotic dark eyes dancing
excitedly. "He's... he's such a handsome boy, isn't he...?"
"Yes, Darling, he is," Marilyn replied softly.
"And quite talented, too. I think he'll surprise you... as well as delight you..." Jill felt her
face flushing. God, she thought, she could never keep a secret anyway. She smiled and
said: "He's coming to visit me in the morning... Would... would you like to join us?"
Marilyn offered one of her most devastating smiles. She whispered: "Baby, I wouldn't
miss that for the world."
Jill unfastened her bra and tossed it onto a chair, releasing her proud young breasts
once more. "Are the boys inside?" she asked, her eyes filling with exciting little fiery
explosions of sensual anticipation.
"Yes... shall we join them? I-I'm beginning to feel the need for a length or two of male
fulfillment," Marilyn said, running the tip of her tiny pink tongue over her full red lips.
"How about you?"
"God!" Jill replied in a half-whisper, "I don't believe I'll ever feel any other way again..."
And with arms affectionately around each other's slender smooth waists, they strolled
inside, while Kaptain walked close beside the beautiful blonde girl, his powerful body
rubbing possessively against her leg.


THE END
