The wayward wifes
Grant Roberts
Rear window series-111


Chapter 1

Patty Jennings studied her lush nude body, beaded with droplets of water
from her recent shower, in the full-length mirror attached to the back of
the bathroom door. She was tall, almost five-ten, perfectly proportioned
from the top of her rich, natural reddish-gold hair to the tips of her
small, Cinderella-like feet. Her breasts were full and firm and large, but
without the perpetual sag of most heavily endowed women; they were
beautifully rounded, marbled beneath their almost translucent whiteness
with tiny bluish veins, standing out high and proud from her symmetrical
chest, and the large pinkish brown nipples, distended from the hot, recent
lashing of the shower spray, rose from their darker areola like blossoming
buds on some exquisite spring flower. Patty stretched her arms luxuriously
high over her head, posing wantonly, sultrily in the bathroom's privacy,
the way her young husband Larry had always enjoyed her doing for him.

She held the pose for a moment, letting her eyes move slowly downward
over her smooth, pure white stomach, seeing the sculpted navel peeking out
from within its circular recess. Her pubic hair, the same reddish-gold
color as her tresses, glistening with moisture, formed a perfect triangle
which covered her somewhat prominent abdomen and pointed downward,
invitingly, to the soft, pink lips of her vaginal furrow, ending just above
the shyly nestling bud of her clitoris. She saw and was pleased by the way
her slim, alabaster waist swelled into softly rounded, classical hips that
curved in turn into lovely tapered, milk-white thighs. Her buttocks, she
saw as she pirouetted slightly, were large and just as flawlessly formed as
her pliant, peaked tits; she noticed that they hollowed and dimpled
provocatively, the muscles rippling beneath the naked skin like the gentle
current of a mountain stream.

Patty continued to study herself for a moment longer, critically,
deciding that her figure was just a little too lush. If she had had her
choice in the matter, she would have preferred her breasts to be just a
little smaller, her fanny just a little less rounded, her bushy pubic mound
not quite so bushy. But Larry had told her that he preferred full-blown
women, that he wouldn't have her any other way, and she reversed her
decision, concluding that she was really quite happy with her body as long
as Larry was happy with it. After all, a woman was made to please her man,
and she had pleased Larry during the two halcyon months they had had
together before his Marine unit was shipped to Viet Nam fourteen weeks ago,
he had told her that enough times after they had finished making love.

Patty selected one of the fluffy jacquard towels from the chrome rack
and began to dry herself, moving the soft shaggy towel briskly over her
albescent skin, watching in the mirror as her firm young breasts jiggled
and bounced from the quick toweling, the nipples seeming to grow even
harder, as if in arousal. She began to dry her pubic area, fluffing the
reddish-gold hair, making the triangle look curly-soft, like the hair of a
young girl child after a shampooing. She dipped the towel between her legs,
spreading her thighs apart slightly to allow it passage, moving the woolly
material along her open cuntal slit, along the well-divided, softly
seductive edges, bringing it back upward again to pass over her clitoris.
Surprisingly, she felt a sudden flash of desire at the electric contact of
garment and sensitive passion flesh, and the miniature phallus rose into
instant erection. Patty could see it, seeming to quiver in the cradle
between her legs, peeping excitedly through the sparse adornment of hair,
and she swallowed as another wave of arousal seized hold of her body. She
began to tremble slightly, and in her mind she could visualize Larry's
large, blood-fired penis, the way it looked as it stood stiffly out from
his hirsute belly, the way it felt as it stabbed into her passionate,
love-drenched vaginal passage, bringing her to unknown heights of sheer
ecstasy, spewing great quantities of her loved one's hot, sticky seed deep
into her cavernous pussy as they both climaxed together.

God! Patty thought, taking the towel away from her private parts and
putting it back again on the chrome rack. I can't keep thinking about Larry
like that, it's not doing me any good for heaven's sake.. but it's been
fourteen weeks since I've felt him inside me, since I've been loved, since
I've had release fourteen weeks is such a terribly long time to be without
a man once you've experienced the joys of sexual lovemaking.

She sighed, a little tremulously, and took her frilly pink nightie from
the clothes hamper; it was very short, ending just below her pubic
triangle, and the rustling material was not quite transparent, hiding
everything and yet hiding nothing. Larry had gone absolutely wild when he'd
seen her wearing it for the first time, during their honeymoon in Carmel,
and he'd almost torn it from her body in his haste to make her naked and
fulfill the desire it had built inside him. She probably shouldn't wear it
now, especially here in the home of Larry's father and mother, but she had
given all her other nighties and pajamas to the Goodwill when they'd gotten
married and had never bothered to buy another one.

She put the nightie on, smoothing it down, and the cool nylon felt
pleasing against her briskly rubbed skin. As she opened the bathroom door
and started down the short hallway toward her room, she thought of Larrys
parents. His mother, Gladys, had insisted that she stay with them while
Larry was overseas; there wasnt any use, she had said, of Patty trying to
fend for herself-buying groceries, paying rent and utilities  - when she
could live with them for free; that way, Patty could save almost all of her
salary from her stenographic position with one of San Franciscos larger
insurance companies as a nest egg for when Larry returned from his tour of 
duty. Larry had thought this was a fine idea, and Patty had agreed  -
although she had felt it was encroaching on her in-laws, that she was still
something of an outsider.

But the fourteen weeks she had been staying with the Jennings bad been
pleasant and happy ones. Gladys was like her own mother  - who had died
when Patty was twelve  - in that she was kind, genial, easy to talk to. A
plump, matronly woman, she had made Patty feel as if she was her own
daughter, mothering her, watching out for her.

Larrys father, Tom, was something of a different story. It wasnt that
Patty disliked him exactly; it was just that be made her feel uneasy at
times. A large, bearish sort of man, Tom Jennings was given to moments of
surliness, of caustic and not particularly funny humor. And the way he
would look at her occasionally, with his hot, intense gray eyes.. well, it
was almost as if he were undressing her, as if he was harboring a kind of
secret and full-bloated lust for his own sons young wife

Patty shook her head as she entered her own room, Larrys room actually,
telling herself that she was being silly. Tom was just a moody individual,
that was all, and he could be a lot of fun when he wanted to. And he was
Larrys father, for goodness sake. Still, she felt a faint uneasiness as
she sat down before the circular mirror on the vanity she had bought and
began to brush her long flaming hair, Gladys had gone to stay with her
sister in Los Angeles that morning, owing to the fact that the sister had
contracted some sort of crippling malady which left her unable to care for
her family, and Patty was now alone for at least a week, and probably
longer, in the house with Tom Jennings.

As she brushed her hair with long, rhythmic strokes, counting silently
to herself, Patty remembered the way Tom had looked at her over their
almost silent dinner that evening. That lustful look had been in his eyes,
making her feel uncomfortable and strangely vulnerable, and he had not
spoken at all to her  - almost as if he didnt trust himself to speak.
Finally, she had excused herself and gone into the living room to read the
evening paper, feeling an embarrassed flush color her cheeks the same
bright hue as her hair. He had come in there, too, sitting down opposite
her, staring at her over the top of his magazine, until she had defensively
decided to walk down to the corner newsstand to pick up a pocketbook to
read. When she had returned, Tom had been watching television and had
ignored her, seeming to be lost in another of his sulky moods. She had read
several chapters of the book shed bought, sitting on the patio in the mild
spring evening, and the familiar, peaceful, comforting sounds of crickets
and the barking of a neighbors dog had dispelled all of her foolish fears.
She had forgotten all about Tom when she had finally gone in to shower and
prepare for bed, forgotten that is until this very moment.

There was a soft knock on the bedroom door. Patty started, and in the
mirror she could see the door open and Tom Jennings step into the room. He
was smiling and carrying a glass of milk in his right hand; the smile
seemed somehow odd to Patty, and his eyes were intensely bright as he moved
toward her across the carpeted bedroom.

I brought you a glass of milk, he said, coming up behind her and
leaning close to her as he put the glass down on the vanity.

Patty moistened her lips nervously. Oh thank you, Mr. Jennings.
Thats very nice of you.

Not at all. His eyes moved slowly over her, looking into the mirror at
her barely concealed breasts, as if he could see through the thin material
of her nightie. His eyes dipped lower, looking at the creamy whiteness of
her thighs, at the faint hint of her loins where the garment ended even
though her legs were pressed tightly together. His smile seemed to widen as
he saw her discomfort, and he reached out and touched her bare shoulder,
lightly, with the tips of his fingers. Patty jumped involuntarily, the
contact of his fingers on her bare flesh somehow hot, somehow repulsive.
She shivered.

Jennings laughed silently, and moved away from her to sit on the bed
with his legs apart, a lewd position, as if he were exposing his privates
to her.

Patty looked sideways at him, quickly, at the way his thin polo shirt
stretched taut over his massive chest at the protrusion of his flabby
middle, at the way his trousers bunched in his crotch, outlining his penis
and testicles against the thin material She flushed and turned her gaze
back to the mirror, continuing to brush her hair, wishing he would leave,
feeling once again uneasy  and faintly frightened.

He said at length, Thats a pretty sexy piece of nightwear youve got
on there, Patty.

She didnt answer. Her throat was suddenly dry.

Ill bet Larry really liked it, didnt he? Jennings said, and there
was no mistaking the vulgarness of his meaning.

Again, Patty said nothing.

Yes sir, Jennings said, Ill bet my son really got himself all heated
up looking at you in that flimsy little nightie.

Patty took a long breath and exhaled it slowly. Mr. Jennings, if you
dont mind

Tell me something, honey, he interrupted.

What?

How is Larry in bed?

She gasped slightly. What kind of question is that? I dont

Ill bet hes good. Ill bet hes almost as good as his old man. A chip
off the old block, so to speak.

Patty was trembling in earnest now, completely frightened by her
father-in-laws words, his presence and his manner. Go away, she thought
fervently. Please go away and leave me alone. I dont want to hear any more
of this kind of talk.

Jennings said, You must be feeling a little horny now, eh, Patty? I
mean, its been more than three months since Larry left for Viet Nam, and
any warm-blooded woman whos gone without it for that long a time must be 
getting hot pants. And youre a warn-blooded woman, Patty girl, I can tell.
Oh yes, old Tom can tell about things like that, old Tom used to be quite a
cocksman in his day.

Stop it! she flared suddenly, turning toward him on the vanity seat.
Whats the matter with you? Why are you talking dirty to me?

Talking dirty? he said with elaborate innocence. Why, I dont know
what you mean.

Yes you do!

He laughed, his eyes staring at her belly, staring at the bottom of her
nightie She realized that she was facing toward him, that he could almost
see beneath the nightie at her naked womanhood, and she grew a brilliant
crimson and turned away from him again quickly. Mr. Jennings, she said,
will you please leave now? Id like to go to bed.

Whats the matter, honey? Dont you like old Tom?

Right at this moment, no! she shot back.

Tell the truth, now, he said. You are getting a little horny, arent
you?

No! Now will you  

Sure you are. I can always tell. Its the way a woman walks. She walks
different when she hasnt had any loving for a while, when she hasnt had a
nice big cock to satisfy her

Please, Mr. Jennings, stop talking like that!

 when she hasnt had a good, hot wild fuck in a long

Stop it! Stop it!

 time and shes ready for it, ready to be fucked, ready to have a big
hot cock shoved up her cunt, a big hot cock like Ive got, honey girl

Patty jumped to her feet, her face livid, her eyes blazing with anger
and with fear. Youre youre crazy! she shouted at him. Youre crazy
and youre sick to talk to me like that, your own sons wife!

Oh come on now, he said, and a thin line of spittle flecked the
corners of his thick mouth. Where do you get that off acting so goddamn
righteous? I see the way you parade around here, wearing things like that
nightie, wiggling that young hot ass of yours, shaking those big tits.
Youre just asking for it, and you know goddamned well you are.

No! You really must be sick! Not me, Jennings said, his eyes
travelling ceaselessly, hotly over her. Im just a normal man with a cold
fish for a wife, a normal man who gets a big hard-on looking at a choice
piece of ass like you, sons wife or not. And what I see when I look at you
is a come-on, honey girl!, a big neon sign saying I want to be fucked, I
want to be fucked. You want cock, baby, you know that and I know it, if
you dont care whose cock, then neither do I. Its better if we keep it in
the family, anyway, dont you think?

You you animal!

Jennings stood up suddenly, his eyes narrowing, his big hands clenching
and unclenching at his sides. Dont you call me that! he snarled. Dont
you ever call me that!

Patty took a recoiling step backward, staring at him with increasing
tenor, seeing the unmistakable bulge which was in evidence along the left
leg of his trousers, the faint wet spot which stained the material at the
bottom of the bulge. He advanced toward her, licking his lips continuously
now, and then he began to talk to her in a low, lusting voice. Gladys
calls me an animal, my own wife, every time I want to fuck her. She called
me that on our goddamned wedding night, and shes been calling me that for
twenty-five years. Ive put up with it for that long because of Larry and
because of appearances involving my job. But I dont have to and Im not
going to put up with it from you, you prick-teasing little bitch!

Get get away from me!

The hell I will! he snapped, backing her against the far wall. His
breath was hot and fetid in her face, making her cringe, making a small
mewling sound escape her throat. I havent been laid in five months now,
two longer than its been for you, and I want my nuts cracked. Ive got a
load built up inside me that needs to be let loose, right now, and you,
honey girl, are going to let it loose for me inside that hot little belly
of yours!

No, no, no, no!

Oh yes, baby, oh yes. Ive had enough of your prick-teasing and now Im
going to sample what youve been putting on display. And youre going to
cooperate, understand, or Ill beat the living shit out of you!

Ill Ill scream if you touch me!

You do and Ill break your fucking neck! Jennings spat into her face.
Youll cooperate bitch! Youll give me a ride like you give Larry, like
you give my son!

Patty leaned against the cold wall of the bedroom, twisting her head
away from the lewdly contorted face which loomed above her. She felt
strangely detached, disembodied, as if she was dreaming all of this, as if
she could simply shake her head and wake up and find that everything which
had happened in these past few minutes had been a terrible nightmare. This
just cant be happening, it just cant! Her tortured mind screamed. My own
father-in-law, my husbands father, a man I trusted, the husband of a woman
who has been like a mother to me oh God, oh God, such perverted filth
cant be real.

Suddenly, Jennings hands shot out, gripping her shoulders with cruel
force. He crushed her to him, his lips seeking hers, his hands snaking
around behind her as he ground his pelvis against her stomach. She could
feel the hard bulge of his rising penis pressed against her abdomen, the
lewd ugly feel of his great weapon, and she began to struggle violently,
throwing her head from side to side in a vain attempt to escape his
questing lips, twisting her body in his squidlike embrace. And then his
mouth founds hers and he thrust his long, snaking tongue deep inside,
moving it around hers, tasting the roof of her mouth. She tried to clamp
down with her teeth over the wet, probing member, but the pressure of his
bulbous lips was enough to keep her mouth wedged open. Patty emitted low, 
agonized sounds as his hands crawled under the bottom of her nightie to cup
the soft, resilient mounds of her globular asscheeks, fingers pinching the
tender flesh mercilessly. He pulled his tongue from her mouth then, letting
it flick across her lips, across her chin and then upward along the
smoothness of her face, a hot, foul fire-brand on her sensitive flesh that
made her cringe with hate and humiliation.

Oh, honey girl, he crooned deep in his chest, you got the nicest ass
Ive ever felt, so soft, so soft and nice oh, honey girl, honey girl.

Her brain was whirling, trying desperately to find an avenue of escape
from his clutching hands. If she could knee him, crush his scrotum flat
with her up-pistoning leg but no, he was holding her too tightly, she
could scarcely even breathe in his vise grip. There was nothing she could
do, nothing

Jennings in that instant gathered his sons wife into his arms grinding
her against his chest, carrying her toward the bed. She wanted to scream,
but his threat of moments earlier stilt lingered in her mind; she knew
instinctively that he would carry it out, that he would beat her without
mercy if she didnt obey him, and she choked off the cry before it found
voice. Jennings threw her down on the bed, breathing hard, staring down at
her with his hot, hungry, carnal gaze. Then he reached toward her, and she
tried to hunch back, but the headboard prevented her from moving more than
a scant few inches, and his curled fingers found the neck of her thin
nightie and ripped it with animalistic fury from her body.

Patty heard him suck in his breath, saw the thin line of drool which
appeared on one side of his mouth and began to dribble down his chin, as he
looked for the first time upon her naked, voluptuous flesh. Jesus Christ!
Jennings muttered. Look at those tits! Ive never seen tits like that on
any woman, ever! And your cunt, oh Jesus what a fine juicy young cunt
youve got, honey girl.

Patty closed her eyes, trapped, nowhere to go, frightened, helpless,
with nothing to do except submit to this beast who stood slobbering above
her. Shame and degradation, utter loathing, ran rampant through her body
and even though it was a pathetically futile gesture, she dropped her hands
to partially cover her reddish-gold pubic fleece, her soft pink vagina,
from his sickly perverted sight. She heard him grunting, the whisper of a
zipper a sound she knew all too well  and some hidden perversity inside
her made her open her eyes to look up at him again. He was just struggling
out of his trousers, just pulling his white underpants down over his large
hairy legs. Then he straightened, leering at her, and she moaned in
helpless fright as she saw his huge, throbbing cock standing granite-hard,
curving slightly at the tip, from his paunch belly. She had never seen
anything so so ghastly, so horrifying in her life as Tom Jennings bloated
penis with its pulsating bluish-purple veins surging toward the
blood-filled head, tipped with the milky moistness of his escaping seminal
fluid. She prayed silently, anguishedly, for blessed unconsciousness to
free her from this terrible sight, from the ravagement of her sweet young 
flesh which would surely take place any moment now. But there was no
blackness to take her away from the horror of the moment, no respite at
all, and the fear grew within her by leaps and bounds.

Jennings grinned lewdly as he saw the growing terror in her eyes; oh
God, she was going to be a fuck and a half, she was going to be the best
fuck he had ever had, he was going to show her that a father can be a
better man than his son! He dropped his weight onto the bed, his mouth
hanging lax now and his eyes feasting on her alabaster flesh. He reached
out one hand and tore her concealing fingers from her pubic area, exposing
her lovely young pussy once again to his salacious vision. He put his hands
on her knees and moved them slowly upward, and when they reached her thighs
he dipped the tips of his fingers between the tightly pressed limbs, trying
to draw them apart in order to see all of her cuntal furrow. Patty
resisted, locking her legs closed with a cording of her muscles, and
Jennings cried out in rage, His fingers gouged into her sensitive flesh,
ripped her thighs apart cruelly, viciously, leaving ugly bruise marks on
her soft inner thighs which would turn black and blue in just a matter of
moments.

Aaaaaghhhhh! Patty screamed in sudden pain as her legs were wrenched
open, spread wide and held there by his steellike grip.

Goddamn you, you teasing little bitch, keep those legs open! Jennings
panted. "Keep em open, or Ill tie em open and beat you shitless
besides!

He released her then, tentatively watching to see what she would do.
Patty wanted to close her thighs again, hide her femininity from this foul
creature who was her husbands father, but his threat and the futility, the
terrible and irrevocable futility of the situation, caused her to leave
them spread obscenely wide. She closed her eyes again, leaning her head
back against the headboard, waiting, praying that it would be over soon.

Jennings stared at the soft, blood-swollen lips of young
daughter-in-laws open vagina and the drool fell from his mouth in a wider
stream. Holy Christ, but she had some beautiful cunt! Gladys pussy was a
dried-up, useless prune in comparison! He stared, fascinated, by the
involuntarily wet furrow glistening before his eyes, at the fear-trembling
clitoris, flaccid in its reddish covering of flesh. He reached out an
almost reverent finger to touch the fluted edges of the sweet young pussy
before him, and the power he felt when Patty tried to shrink back away from
his touch, tried to contract her cunt lips to escape his probing middle
finger, was rapturously enormous. He touched the moist pink phallus,
playing with it, reveling in the soft mewling cries which Patty sobbed
forth. Then he dipped his finger lower, tracing it along the sensitive
flesh of her slit, posing it at the opening of her vaginal orifice, poising
it there and then thrusting it savagely deep inside the moist, butter-soft
passage.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh! Patty screamed in agony.

He wiggled his finger around inside, glorying in the soft wetness 
flowing around it and the way the hole contracted convulsively, closing
around the worming digit. He drew it out part way and then thrust it
forward again, hearing Patty cry out another time, her hands gripping the
chenille bedspread more in humiliation than pain on either side of her. He
brought it out, shoved it home again and again. His cock throbbed and
leapt, emitting more seminal fluid as his arousal built higher and higher,
and his balls were like great heavy weights, aching and tender below the
pulsing shaft. He stared down at the wet, tender cuntal flesh he was
ravaging with his finger, spread open like a virginal sacrifice before his
feasting eyes, seeming to beckon to him.

He had to have her!

He had to fuck her right now!

Patty felt Tom Jennings throw himself full length beside her, felt his
finger pull from her emit with a wet sucking sound. And then he was
crawling on top of her, and she could feel the heavy, sweat-moistened
weight of him like a slippery, sickening snail covering her soft body and
he rose up slightly, taking his bloated cock with his right hand and aiming
it toward the helplessly quivering opening of her cunt.

Im going to fuck you now, honey girl! he panted evilly down into her
face. Im going to shove my cock right up into your tight little belly and
fuck the living hell out of you!

Patty moaned and writhed on the bed, tensing her body and suddenly he
thrust downward with his pelvis, sliding his huge, throbbing cock into the
moist opening hidden beneath the soft hair-lined lips of her pussy. Patty
felt a tremendous surge of excruciating pain and her legs splayed out
wildly as she helplessly accepted the full, white-hot length of his immense
cock, felt it tearing her soft yielding passage asunder as he flexed his
fleshy hips to drive the terrible cudgel deep, deep, deep up into her
quivering vaginal flesh.

Aaaaagggggghhhhhhh! she cried. Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!

She felt his hands move down under her, cupping her buttocks, lifting
them, squeezing them, and then sliding to the spot where his gigantic cock
was pistoning into her. The fingers brushed against the tightly clinging
ridges of flesh on either side of her young elastic-like slit and she
gasped and jerked her hips sharply, reflexively up against his. He battered
brutally into her, burying his hardened pole of cockflesh to the hilt in
her quivering vagina, Patty groaned piteously, trying futily to evade the
lust-maddened rapist who thrust into her, impaling her on his merciless
instrument of torture. His face was pressed between her large, swollen
breasts, tracing hot moist kisses there, racing his lips up over one of the
globes to suck the involuntarily hardened nipples deep into his mouth,
biting it without regard for anything but his own crazed passion. Patty
cried out in agonized pain as he nipped the bud between his sharp teeth,
rolled his tongue over the tiny sensitive berry, as he flexed and reflexed
his pelvis to send his monstrous fire-hot cock far up into her trembling
belly.

Patty writhed and bucked beneath his ravagement in a vain attempt to
throw him off as a wild stallion would attempt to throw off a rider, but
her movements only drove him on to wilder frenzy, to more frantic lickings
of her tits, to more savage thrusts into her now-inflamed cunt. He was
gasping and panting with sadistic delight, and his thick hot saliva flowed
down over her breasts, between their bodies so that his madly pounding
torso against hers made wet, slippery, sucking sounds of flesh smacking
against flesh in the confines of the silent bedroom.

Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, youre a wild fuck, honey girl youre a wild fuck,
wild fuck.

Im going to cum pretty soon, honey girl, going to fill your hot little
belly up with my cum juices

His filthy, depraved words rang terribly in Pattys ears, seeming to
echo and reverberate inside her head. He was fucking into her with long,
hard, pistoning strokes now, as if he were gathering strength for each
forward thrust from the very tips of his toes. His hands cupped under her
buttocks moved slightly, spreading the crevice between her legs wide to
accept his bouncing, sperm-weighed balls, reveling in the feel of his
testicles slapping down against the tiny puckered ring of her anus.

Patty was only half-conscious now, and in her semicomatose state she
felt that he was going to split her in half with his insane lunges, split
her right up the middle with an unhealable fissure, and groans of intense
pain burst from her tortured throat, comingling with the sucking sounds of
their slapping bodies to bring about a cacophony of noise that seemed to
deafen her. Suddenly, she felt him jam into her with his brutal probe even
harder, even more frenzied than before, and she knew that he was near his
orgasm. She prayed for it, twisted and flailed her body to bring it about,
to end this evil rape of her helpless flesh by her own father-in-law.

As if in confirmation of her thoughts, Jennings began to chant, Thats
it, honey girl, thats it, honey girl, fuck my cock, climb up my cock with
your cunt, thats it, thats it, thats iiiitttttttt!

He rammed forward, ceaselessly, viciously, interpreting her undulating
movements as signs of passion within her, as signs of excitement and total
lost abandonment in the perverse act, moaning and gurgling, feeling his rod
burrow itself far up into her screaming belly, feeling his balls batter
almost painfully against her asshole. And then

Oh oh ohhhhhhhhh, Christ, Im, Im there honey, girl Im
therrrrrreeeeeee, Im cuuummmmiiiiinnnnnggggggg!

Uuuuuuuugggggggg! Patty squealed in pain and terror as the first hot
jetting stream of his thick white cum burst through the engorged head of
his pile-driving cock, flowing against her womb in a seemingly never-ending
gusher of sticky fire, filling her completely, his seed blending with the
fluid overflowing her quivering cunt to drench his hands holding her ass
spread wide, turn the bedspread into a wet sea of sex juices beneath their
thrashing bodies. Finally, at long last, the last droplets of his climax
foamed out of the tiny eye of his glans, and he collapsed over her. The 
weight of him nearly driving the breath from her lungs, heaving and
panting. She could feel his cock slowly deflate in her battered vagina
until it was a limp and childlike toy that slipped from her sheath with a
tiny, anticlimatic popping sound.

She felt the tears, hot and anguished and salty begin to cascade from
her eyes, and she turned her head into the pillow, crying unabashedly now.
He raised his head, looking down into her flushed, wet face, and grinned
satiatedly. That was really something, wasnt it, honey girl? Didnt I
tell you old Tom used to be a cocksman? Well, it looks like he still is,
eh? It was the greatest, but it could have even been better if youd only
started moving your ass a little sooner Shut up!" she screamed suddenly
into the pillow. Shutttt upppp you filthy, disgusting beast!

What!

Get off me, get off me, let me up!" she wailed.

What the hells the matter with you?

Im Im going to tell your wife what you did to me! Im going to tell
Larry! Im going to tell whole world! I hope they lock you up in an
institution somewhere, a place with bars where you cant ever prey on women
with that evil thing of yours again!"

He slapped her abruptly, with the open palm of his hand, bringing it up
off the bed and lashing it stingingly across her cheek. Youre not going
to tell anybody, you hear me? he grated. Youre going to keep your mouth
shut!

No, no!

Goddamn right you are. You say anything to Larry or Gladys, and Ill
swear to hell and highwater that youre lying, that you made advances to me
and when I repulsed them you swore to get even with me. Ill make you out
to be the goddamned fucking gutter whore that you are, you hypocritical
little bitch!

Oh God, dear God

Whats the matter, you having second thoughts about it now? Jennings
asked contemptuously. You were really digging my big cock a couple of
minutes ago, and now youre acting like the ravaged virgin. Shit! Youre
the one responsible for what just happened, you remember that; you led me
into this, swinging around, begging to be fucked and then getting fucked
and liking it; and now you got the gall to pretend you were Miss Innocence
in the whole affair. Youre nothing but a gutter whore, and if you dont
keep your mouth shut Ill be the one to tell Gladys and Larry, and wherell
you be then? Right back in the gutter where you damned well belong!

His brutal, lashing words battered her brain like a series of savage
blows, and the tears came hotter and faster from her eyes. He slapped her
again and said, Well? Did you hear me?

She could only nod, reflexively, her head still turned away from him. He
grunted, satisfied, and she felt the crushing weight of his hirsute body
lift off her, move to the other side of the bed.

Patty lay there for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a 
matter of minutes, sensing Jennings venal nearness, wanting to escape but
knowing there was nowhere to go. She merely lay still, crying out her shame
and degradation and torment.

At long last, Jennings said. Im going to the head, now; when I come
back, honey girl, maybe we can do a little more fucking. Youll cooperate,
wont you?"

Yes, she managed in a tiny, totally defeated voice.

He patted her naked, sweat-dried buttock. Thats my honey girl, he
said in a tone which was almost gentle. Then she felt his weight lift from
the bed, heard him pad into the bathroom. Moments later, there came the
sound of the toilet flushing; it seemed empty and faintly ominous in the
still and silent house

Chapter 2

Patty turned over, curling into a fetal position and silently began to
cry. The tears of shame and degradation rolled down her alabaster cheeks
and stained the sheets, and her lips quivered with remorse and
wretchedness. Yes, it was her fault. Mr. Jennings had been right She had
unconsciously tried to lead him on, to excite him, to try to arouse him as
a male animal. And all because her own mate, the man she had voluntarily
picked out of all the other hundreds of thousands of men in the world, was
away from her side and like all other women she did want to be wanted. His
father was all too right: she was nothing better than a gutter whore even
though she had never in her wildest dreams wanted it to go this far.

She moaned and rolled further into a ball, clenching her hands into
fists and closing her arms about her tender, recently defiled flesh. Oh
God how could she ever face Larry, her dear, sweet, kind husband who was
fighting so diligently in some disease ridden jungle for her and their
unborn childrens sake? How could she go to him, make him happy and loving
with the sperm of his father congealing inside her womb? And then another
even more horrible thought hit her. What if she were pregnant by this man
her own husbands father!

Mr. Jennings low hum of contentment came through the bathroom door.
Patty was tempted to turn over and see what he was doing, but she decided
against it, preferring to act as though she was asleep. Maybe he would
leave her alone, then, would honor her unconscious state and keep his hands
and penis to himself. Maybe she wouldnt be forced to again perform the
lewd and perverted incest he had insisted upon.

And she had subconsciously caused. A moan of agony escaped from her
lips.

Tom hummed the same monotonous tune from the bathroom to the bed. Her
back was to him but Patty could picture in her minds eye his rapacious
leer and sneering countenance and thick, bulging penis hanging from his 
groin and partially covered by a dewlap of belly fat. She heard him scratch
his hairy chest and yawn, and she thought that this was a good sign he was
sleepy, yawning like that, and perhaps she felt the bed sag and protest as
his weight forced it down, then he climbed under the sheet and moved up
against her. She could feel the warmth of his body as his naked flesh
molded to hers, and her backbone became encased with his chest and stomach
and her buttocks pressed against his thighs his cock rubbed the split of
her ass cheeks, tantalizingly close to her anus and his hot breath
streamed against the nape of her neck and then his hand slowly, silently
began to worm its way over her side.

Patty? he whispered, Are you awake, Patty?

She tensed up, every nerve on fire from his heathen touch. She pursed
her lips and refused to answer.

Patty? I want more. Dont you, sweetheart?

Sweetheart! That bastard, that son-of-a-bitch has the gall to call me
sweetheart after raping me! Patty clenched her teeth, swallowing the cry of
anguish which welled within her throat. The hot tears of subjugation began
to flow again. She prayed he wouldnt notice her crying and realize she
wasnt really asleep.

His fingers continued their nasty game. They teased and pawed like
lust-perverted spiders over her tender, satin skin, making goose bumps rise
in their trail.

Tomorrow, Patty, he crooned, Tomorrow well have all day to fuck.
Maybe other things, too. Good night, sweetheart.

Oh, would he stop calling me sweetheart! And tomorrow I cant face the
rays of sunlight and the horror of being exposed in the purity of the day.
Oh, God, no! Id rather die first! And that word fucking his crude,
filthy degrading language makes my stomach turn inside out. And other
things what did that mean?

Patty remembered the times when Larry had wanted her to kiss his penis,
to actually lean over while he stretched out on the bed and put her lips to
the head of his erected organ. And he said he would kiss her between the
legs in return. He had said it felt good. Not good, but fantastic. How
perverted, how sickening a thought. Is this what I will be subjected to
tomorrow with my father-in-law? His bulky stub of a penis jerking toward my
mouth? No no no! her mind screamed.

Yet Patty stayed quiet and still and presently Tom lost interest and
rolled over. Soon she heard him breathe the sighs of sleep and presently he
began to softly snore.

She thought what she should do. Run, Patty, run! her brain told her, but
where could she go? Who was there who would protect her? Was there a man
decent enough to understand what had happened and would fight off any
further attempts by her father-in-law? No, she knew of none. Certainly none
of Larrys so-called friends would help. They would tell him first chance
they got that is, after trying to make love to her for themselves. Her
marriage and the last vestiges of her self-respect would be shattered if 
she so much as dared to approach any of Larrys friends.

Suddenly she could not stand it any longer. There were too many things
to think about all at once; she was just going to have to get away,
anyplace, and then worry about sorting out her tortured mind. But get away
she must! Tonight! Before that mad beast beside her decided to crawl
between her legs and spew his seed into her again!

She waited long enough to assure herself that her father-in-law was
completely asleep and then cautiously she folded the covers back and got
out of the bed. Her bare feet touched the rug and she found her slippers,
then grabbing her bathrobe, she made her way out of the bedroom and down
the hall. Then she stopped, and holding her breath, crept across the room,
afraid with each step that he would hear her and wake up. Then she took
hold of his pants and silently slipped out of the room. She rifled his
pockets for his car keys and then dumping the pants on the floor, she
hurried to the garage and his three-year-old Chevy Impala.

She had forgotten just how bad the exhaust pipes of Toms car were. They
roared with the echoing sound of motorboats as she started the engine in
the garage, and she heard Toms shout as he awoke and realized she was
leaving. Luckily the garage door was open, she moved the lever into reverse
and stepped on the gas just as the massive hulk of Tom raced out the side
door.

He waved his fist, an almost ludicrous sight as he stood naked in the
driveway, silhouetted by the Impalas headlights. Then he was gone from her
vision as Patty gunned the car forward and down the otherwise quiet
residential street.

Marcia! That was it! The name of Marcia Allen came to Patty like a flash
as she neared the first traffic light. She had met Marcia Allen when Larry
had returned from boot camp. He had run across Marcias husband, Roger,
while he was in training. They had been in the same barracks together by
chance, and after they had found out they were from the same city, they
became friends. The four of them went out together a few times when Larry
and Roger were home, and Larry and she had even gone to a New Years Eve
party at the Allens. She liked Marcia and Roger and Marcia would surely
understand her plight of all people.

After all, Marcia was also alone. Her husband was away in Viet Nam now,
as was Larry, and that made a certain common bond between them. Patty drove
across town to a slightly better section around Westlake, and then to the
stucco duplex where Marcia Allen lived. Nervously licking her lips, and
extremely self-conscious of her nakedness under the flimsy bathrobe, Patty
hurried up the cement walk and rang the doorbell. At first nobody answered,
and she rang again.

Marcia!" she called out. Please let me in!" A light suddenly went on
in the back of the house, and then Patty heard the sounds of approaching
footsteps and then the door cracked open slightly, and the sleepy head of
Marcia peeked out.

Who is it?" she said groggily.

Patty, she replied breathlessly. Patty Jennings.

The door closed momentarily as Marcia removed the chain and then she
opened it wide. Come in, Patty, she said frowning, What brings you here
at this time of night?"

Oh God it was awful, Patty moaned, running in the house, I I she
choked on the words of her rape, and then sank to the couch beside the
door, sobbing bitterly and hysterically. Oh Marcia, help me!"

Marcia was completely taken aback by Pattys strange actions. She had
never seen the young wife of her husbands friend so distraught before; she
was nonplused as to what to do. She stood for a moment, looking down on the
obviously barely covered form, and pulled her own thin gown tighter around
her.

Marcia Allen was suddenly aware of Pattys female body.

She had to admit there was a certain amount of jealousy about her
reaction, for Patty was full breasted and ripe hipped, while Marcia felt
her own body was too thin. She had admired Patty from the first time they
had met, conscious of how the men stared at her flaming hair and rich skin
and bright, almost innocent eyes. She recalled how she had stood in front
of the full length mirror in the bedroom after Patty and Larry had gone
home that night, staring at her own nude reflection in the glass, almost
weeping at her small, tight breasts and thin hips. Roger had been in the
living room finishing the last of the scotch, and never knew that she was
so upset.

He would have laughed at her if he had known. How many times had he told
her that stupid phrase: The closer to the bone, the sweeter the meat!"

The same erotic impulse creeped up the insides of Marcias thighs as she
stood, trembling over Patty. Yes, that first night, alone in the bedroom,
she had molded and squeezed her breasts, trying to magically exercise them
into the exquisite balloons she knew lay encased in Pattys bra. Then her
hands had slid down the flat plain of her stomach and rubbed her loins, her
palms stroking her resilient skin, feeling her prominent hip bones and
pelvis, and then she dipped further, and her legs had parted, wet for
release and then her fingers tantalized the red lips of her vagina.

Oh Marcia, it was awful, just awful, Patty wailed. He was like an
animal, an enraged beast, with only one thing on his mind. Ooooohhhhh!
She continued to cry and Marcia pulled herself back to the present with a
jerk. She tried to comprehend what Patty was trying to tell her, what the
problem was which had brought her to this house in the dead of the night.

I never thought Larrys father could be so cruel, so depraved! Oh if
Gladys only knew what he had done! Suddenly Patty whipped the lower half
of her robe aside, and Marcia gasped.

Look, Marcia, look at the marks he left!

Marcia did stare, her whole being reacting with sudden lust at the
spread sight of Pattys naked cunt. Without modesty but without arousal,
either, Patty displayed the black and blue scarred inner thighs, and the
rough and ragged pubic mound. Marcia groaned, which Patty mistakenly took 
as a sigh of sympathy, and she sat down beside the woman, putting a hand
around Pattys shoulder to comfort her. It was also so that she could be
closer to that delectable young body which shone up at her.

The autumnal hued pubic hair still glistened from Toms savage fucking.
A droplet of dried cum remained near the top of the cuntal opening, a mute
testimony to the scene which Patty was hysterical over. The vagina was
blood engorged, with still swollen lips which stuck through the pubic hair
like a mountain range through the fog. It seemed to reach out to Marcia,
and she couldnt remove her eyes from its magnificence. It was soft and
lush, and with long lips and a tight, coral-hued slit, all well divided and
symmetrical and rounded. The whiteness of Pattys groin set off the carmine
redness of her warm, graceful seductiveness, and Marcia could imagine flame
to burst from her hole. Even the clitoris, large and still hard from the
rape, shown through and reminded Marcia of the Indian phrase for such a
vulva: abou tertour, the crested one. It was all she could do to stop
herself from reaching out with tender fingers and touching it.

Thats thats awful, she managed to reply. I cant think of anything
more horrible. Oh, Patty, oh you poor dear!

She pressed the distraught Patty to her, and the young girl nestled in
her shoulder, still crying with shame and humiliation. The robe slid still
further from Pattys thighs, exposing her belly and sides and Marcia
quivered with perverted desire.

What are you planning to do? Marcia asked.

I dont know. Im so confused and wretched! Mr. Jennings threatened to
blame it all on me, to tell Larry and Gladys I had seduced him, had egged
him on, if I so much as breathe a word of what happened. Oh, I cant lose
Larry! I cant take the chance hell believe his father and not his wife!
She broke away from Marcias grasp and looked up at her, tear stained eyes
pleading for help. What can I do? Oh, Marcia, what can I do?

Shhh, Patty, youre all upset. Things will look better in the morning.
Trust me. I mean, it was a repulsive thing which happened to you, but its
not the end of the world.

How how can you be so calm!

Well, face facts. Youre a big girl now, Patty. You werent physically
damaged, were you? I mean, you werent a virgin thats been torn apart and
youre not pregnant, are you?

"I I hope not. Patty convulsed at the thought. What if I am? Can you
imagine what would happen if Larry ever found out that he was a brother to
my child and not its father? It would crush him!

When was your menstrual period?"

What? Oh, I see what you mean. Last week.

There. You see? A chance in a thousand that you are pregnant from Tom.
Itll take some time to heal the mental scar, but maybe it would be wiser
to wait and see what develops with your father-in-law rather than go rush
into something foolish.

But where can I go, Marcia? I wont go back ever!

Marcia suddenly realized that an opportunity for her own gratification
was at hand. What is the matter with me? her mind cried out. My God, here I
am, setting this poor, raped friend of mine up for another depraved act
why cant I stop myself? Dont I like men enough. Why must I prey on women
on her as well?

Marcia knew the answer to her own questions. It was an answer she had
often had to live with. She liked sex; all kinds, all ways, all the time.
Roger was gone, there wasnt a man around to stick his cock inside her, so
she was going to have to try to interest Patty in the next best thing. A
womans touch. She groaned inwardly at the sensuous thought, then smiled at
Patty and said calmly: You can stay here as long as you like.

Can I? Can I really?

Certainly! Im all alone, and this house is built for two. That is, if
you dont mind sharing the bed with me.

Patty never caught the hesitation of Marcias reply. She was too
overjoyed at the prospect of a way out from the horrid situation she had
fled from to notice the intense and struggling facial features of Marcia
and the way her fingers stroked the robe gently. No, I dont mind. I
promise Ill be quiet and Ill help out with the housework and pitch in for
the food Marcia, Id be so grateful!

Marcia thought to herself of the pleasant ways which Patty could show
her gratefulness. Yes, Im sure everything will work out just fine!

The two girls talked over some hot coffee for another hour, Patty
telling all the gory details of the rapacious actions she had been part of,
and Marcia offering commiseration whenever possible. Marcia was on Pattys
side all the way, standing up beside her to ward off the evilness of the
male animal, or at least that was the impression she was trying to give. At
last it was time to retire, and after putting out towels for Patty and
showing her where she could put her things later, they were together,
alone, in the bedroom.

I sleep in the raw, Marcia said as she discarded her gown. I put this
on to answer the door, but I find the blankets are warm enough. Im stifled
otherwise.

Patty gulped as she viewed Marcias slender form. I I do the same
normally. She hesitated, her hands on the belt of her robe, then with a
small shrug as though saying Its all between us girls, she opened the
robe and slipped it from her shoulders. The two girls smiled at each other,
their nudeness a natural thing of beauty to each other.

Patty was struck by the slim, and to her, enviable, body before her.
Marcia had the apple shaped breasts and wasplike waist she had so often
desired for herself, and her hips had the kind of scalloped thighs and
slender loins of a woman built for sports. Patty glanced down at her own
fullness, wondering if she would be happier if she were more like Marcia,
if sex would be more stimulating if there were less flesh between the nerve
endings. She stared at the softness of the pubic hair between Marcias
legs, and the lewd picture came into her mind of a penis slipping wetly 
into the narrower aperture.

Marcia, as if reading Pattys brain, sat on the edge of the bed and
raised one leg to the spread, resting her thin, long-toed foot upon the
coverlet and seemingly inspected her toenails. There was no
self-consciousness about the fact that she was facing Patty with her cuntal
mouth splayed wide. The cool night air played across her thin lipped
vagina, making it tingle with urgency. She could almost feel her
lubricating juices beginning to seep from the insides of her pussy. She
knew that Patty was gazing at her crotch, and by some basic, animalistic
instinct, she also knew that Patty had the same urges, untapped as they may
be, to explore the same sex. With all the cunning of a female predator, she
smiled to herself and bided her time waiting waiting

Patty crawled under the covers on the other side of the bed, shaken at
the sudden strange intoxication which had swept over her. She couldnt
understand the peculiar tingling which had happened to her when she had
viewed the vaginal opening of her friend, the odd thrill at watching
Marcias small breasts perk up when she had removed the gown over her head,
and the way her dark, negroid colored nipples had contrasted with the
paleness of her skin. It was almost as if she was sexually aroused by this
woman!

Impossible! What a horrid thought! What a sick, sick thing to imagine!
First her whoredom with her husbands father and now lesbianism Oh God
what was happening to her, to the moral code which had been so much a part
of her life? Had she plummeted to the bottom of moral turpitude by being
apart from Larry? Was the loss of her hymen a signal to debauch herself in
carnal abuse?

She turned away from the now stretching woman who yawned beside her, and
tried to will herself asleep. Sleep eluded her.

Instead, her mind went back to an incident of many years previous, back
when she was but still a child, innocent and first awakening to the
mysteries of puberty. She was ten, her mother still alive, and the family
was visiting some relations who lived on a lake in Oregon. There, in the
little dressing room which was used for changing into swimming suits, she
had walked in on her Aunt Rosalie, who had been standing nude, drying
herself.

Everybody else had been up at the house, and it had been just Aunt
Rosalie and her, just like now it was just Marcia and herself. Aunt Rosalie
was a big woman with a figure almost as ripe as the one Patty had now, and
she had stood proud and spread legged, rubbing the woolly towel over her
thighs and pubic area, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing up and down until
Patty had come in and interrupted.

It was all as though it was happening again, Patty thought to herself as
she slipped into the drowsy dream-world of half sleep. The scene was vivid
before her minds eye

What are you doing, Auntie?" she had asked; and Auntie had merely said
she was drying herself, thats all. And would she like to have Auntie dry 
her, too?

Patty had giggled and wriggled out of her own wet suit and stood, her
slightly plump girlish body dripping and goosebumpy, and Auntie had closed
the towel around her and rubbed. She had rubbed Pattys hair and face and
arms and legs and then her tummy, stopping for a moment to tickle the sweet
little navel and causing Patty to laugh. Then upwards to the forming
breasts, and the tingling fingering through the material as Auntie rolled
the small teats between her thumb and forefinger.

What are you doing? Patty had asked, suddenly aware of a strange new
sensation; an electrifying, almost stinging charge which started at her
breasts and radiated throughout her body. She looked down at her Aunties
manipulations, fascinated to find that for the first time, her breasts
seemed to grow larger, that her little nipples were protruding and were
firm like light switches being turned on and off as they were stroked up
and down. Im Im getting bigger! she had said in awe.

Aunt Rosalie had hit upon the one fear Patty had the rather pointless
fear that her breasts werent going to develop. Auntie had chuckled and
rubbed harder. Why, this is how you make them bigger, sweets, she had
purred. You exercise them. A lot, just like your Aunt Rosalie does. And
look at mine! She had stopped with the towel and held out one breast for
Patty to examine, and Patty, with the curiosity of a child, had reached up
and touched the mammoth gland. Rosalie had moaned softly and at first Patty
had been afraid she had hurt her, but Rosalie had pressed the hand to her
breast tightly with her own, dropping the towel, and said; More, more,
sweets. See how my tit grows?

And it had. The large nipple seemed to burst from the ruby aureole
around it, popping into view like a worm from an apple, and Patty had
gasped. Rosalie had led her to the wood-slat bench and had told her to lie
down upon it, and then she had proceeded to exercise the tiny breasts,
causing Patty to breathe more rapidly and harder, Oh oh oh!

It had been terribly exciting, she had thought afterwards, but she never
knew whether it had been genuine passion or not. She had, in subsequent
years, refused to think it had been sexual arousal, for at that time, she
did not even know the word, much besides the feeling. She had automatically
reached out again and touched the wondrously soft breast of Auntie Rosalie,
and Auntie had then told her how to rub and twist and cup her so as to make
it better. Yes yes, sweets thats it thats it

Auntie Rosalie had soon moved her other hand down to the thin slit of
Pattys hairless little cunt, her eyes feasting on the mound, with
excitement. Patty had let her do it without question, not afraid or
worried, as Auntie was a wonderful friend she had loved. She had kept
massaging the warm breast Auntie proffered, tracing a finger over the
nipple, marveling on how it was so big and just stuck out! It was so firm
and had no prominent veins or anything imperfect about it as her mothers
had.

Oh, Patty, youre so good, Auntie had exclaimed. If you only knew how
much I wanted you since you came this summer! She had begun to twist
about, moving her body until it was beside Patty on the bench, her legs
stretched out and her heels off the floor and she continued to pillage the
virginal girls cunt. Patty had noticed that Aunties hand was no longer on
her breast but that it was between her own legs, pulling and stretching the
secret area hidden by the soft mat of pubic hair just as she was doing to
Patty. Her vaginal area was dry and Auntie Rosalies fingers hurt a little,
but she had been too full of wonder and excitement to protest.

Ooooohhhhhhh, Auntie had gasped. Ive just got to eat you up! Patty
hadnt know what she had meant, but merely stared as Auntie stood and
spread the towel on the floor, then beckoned to Patty to come join her.
Patty had dropped to her knees in front of the lying woman, and then arms
went about her and she had been pulled to Rosalie and they had kissed.
Aunties mouth was open and her tongue played around, and Patty, catching
the idea, opened her mouth and accepted the tongue. Auntie had rolled
about, clutching the child tightly to her, moaning and making noises and
moving her body against Patty. Then the aunt had moved from Pattys face
downwards, sucking the lump of forming breast, still shifting and moving
around. It was all so quick and new to Patty, but she had yet to complain,
it being so soft and gentle.

Rosalies tongue traversed Pattys belly and had gone deep into her
crotch. She had moved to a better position and spread the matchstick legs
apart and licked the insides of the young thighs and probed beneath the
crotch with her finger until the tip of it found the anus.

Oh, we have two little holes here, she had observed excitedly. And
lets see whats hidden in here.

Patty had lain transfixed as Auntie stretched apart the nubile cunt lips
and explored both visually and with her fingers. Later, Patty could
remember that, and she had repeated the act in front of mirrors, wondering
if her vagina really looked that pretty to somebody else. By the look on
Aunties face, it did at the time, and Patty had a great sense of pride, a
new feeling of confidence at becoming a woman

Auntie had licked upwards then, inserting her tongue where her fingers
had been, and Patty jerked with the wild touch. It had been so wonderful
and warm and nice and loving. The licking and sucking had continued as if
Auntie was trying to find something, although it had been too early in
Pattys maturation for a clitoris to be discernible. Patty had watched her
aunt intently, breathing heavier and heavier as the tongue had darted in
and out, loving the feeling of the suction of her lips.

Rosalie had shifted to her knees, her face and mouth pressed hard
between the little girls legs, and when Patty had moved her she could see
that her aunt had her hand between her own legs, and she had heard the
unmistakable slushing sound which later she had experienced when she
masturbated.

Oh oh Oh oh, Rosalie had moaned in a funny, slow whine. She had
raised her head long enough to say; Im going to cum, Patty. Im going 
to cum! Tell me you love me, Patty, tell me you love me!"

I love you, Auntie Rosalie.

Her body had convulsed and contorted in rapid jerks, and she had made
more pitiful whines and sighs. Then she had suddenly jumped upright into a
sitting position and looked at Patty with a wide and satisfied smile on her
face. Oh, sweets, you were wonderful! she had gurgled. She then grabbed
Patty in a tight embrace and kissed her cheeks and neck and shoulders. You
were so very good! But lets not tell Mummy or Daddy or anybody about this,
all right? Well keep this a secret just for us, and maybe, if youre a
good girl, we can do it again! Patty had nodded and smiled pleasantly
back, which evidently the aunt took as a sign of agreement.

She tossed in Marcias bed, whimpering and moaning with the dream of her
first experience with sex. She had tried to live it down, to forget about
her Auntie Rosalie and her lesbian ideas, but she had never quite
succeeded. There always seemed to be the spark of forbidden interest in the
back of her mind, springing to the fore during high school when she was in
the shower room with other naked girls, or at the YWCA, or when she caught
sight of pictures in the girlie magazines

Dimly she heard the faint rustling of the sheet beside her, but her
brain was unconscious enough to not tell her who it was. She tried to open
her eyes but they seemed weighed shut.

Patty, came the ethereal voice through the sleep clouds, Can I get
you anything? You seemed to be having a nightmare?

No, no, nothing Patty heard herself reply in a slurred voice. Who?

Its Marcia, Patty.

Patty felt one of her hands being stroked, and for some reason past her
comprehension the bedcovers seemed to have slipped from her. But it was so
warn.., so warm and the stroking felt so good.

Poor Patty. Poor, poor Patty, came Marcias voice from far away. Ill
rub your head, Patty. That will make you relax.

Patty felt the fingers, little points of softness around her forehead
and temples. She began to slumber again as the hypnotic voice continued.

I know what you need, Patty. You need to be loved, only gently, not
that brutal, crude way as Mr. Jennings did. You need a womans love, Patty,
I know you do

Yes Patty murmured in a drugged tone.

You have such a beautiful body, Patty. Would you like me to rub your
beautiful body just like Im rubbing your head? Of course you do.

Without waiting for an answer, Marcia moved her hands from Pattys face
down her arms, then back up and around the twin peaks of breasts, carefully
avoiding the nipples. Her eyes were hot upon the rounded globes, the teats
growing erect automatically. Yes, Marcia thought, men are the best, with
their great cocks and bloated balls and hairy bodies, but its nice to have
a woman once in a while a velvet smooth, creamy skinned female to fuck and
suck and crawl upon with passion.

She began to talk to Patty again, soothingly telling her how beautiful 
and desirable she was, and while she crooned, she stroked the now turgid
nipples and then slid one hand down the smooth, flat stomach and touched
the first downy soft pubic hairs.

Patty moaned slightly, her hips beginning to gyrate and she thought how
lovely was the feeling, how exquisitely nice. She reached up her hand and
Marcia pressed the fingertips against one tit, and Marcias cunt fired with
sudden desire. She stretched her nude body out against Patty and moaned as
Patty massaged mesmerically the diamond hard nipple. Gently she spread
Pattys vaginal lips apart and touched the bud of her clitoris. Patty
undulated at the sudden touch, and the clit rose to attention, the fluids
of her sexual awakening flowing on the already sweat stained sheets.

But who was doing this to me? Larry? Patty suddenly snapped into
consciousness and realized with full horror exactly who it was Marcia!
and what she was doing! Her eyes flew open just as Marcia bent her head and
her lips pressed against Pattys with an agile, pliant, sweet possession.
Dear God! I cant let myself do this! But it was too late. As the
flutterings of Marcias tongue enflamed her mouth, she capitulated to the
torment of her unfulfilled lust. Tom had raped her, but the damage had been
done. He had, in spite of her rejection, aroused her physical needs which
up until then she had been able to control since Larry had left. And now,
after dreaming of the incident with Auntie Rosalie, she could not have
resisted Marcias advances.

And in spite of the degradation she felt at accepting another womans
lovemaking, she responded. Patty sucked the invading tongue as Marcia
trailed her agile, spiderlike fingers over her body, tormenting her breasts
and thighs and vagina, their bodies locked together.

Finally Marcia raised above her, and she teased Pattys rigid nipple
while she roved her lascivious eyes over the lovely redheads voluptuous
nakedness. She trembled with anticipation as she spoke.

Im going to make you cum, Patty. Youre going to explode like you
never have before. I promise!

Patty moaned. Oh yes yes..

I promise Marcia repeated as she moved down the bed, her tongue
making a trail of hot saliva over the quivering passionate flesh. Patty
raised her head, and she was suddenly reminded of the similarity between
the scene now and the one with her aunt as Marcia nestled her head into the
hollow of her opened thighs. She felt the kisses on her tender, blood
filled vulva and the hot breath upon her pubic hair only there was a
difference. A wonderfully magical difference. This time it was more than a
nice feeling it was nirvana, heaven, complete mind-blowing Valhalla! The
swiftly flickering tongue sent taunting messages radiating up her body to
her brain, making her respond with conditioned reflexes.

Patty hissed and groaned and rolled her head from side to side on the
pillow, and her clitoris jerked and strained as Marcia grazingly tickled
the bud.

Marcia worked insanely, stroking from the top to the bottom and then 
back to the top of Pattys splayed, almost yearning cunt. Each gentle lap
brought an involuntary lifting of the loins, as the tip of her tongue toyed
with Pattys labia. She pressed her mouth closer, reaching up with her
hands to play with the juggling breasts. Her mouth was a seething, hot oven
of lust, invading the vaginal orifice and lashing the erect clitoris and
licking the whole wet furrow with an eellike tongue which was slippery with
flowing cuntal juices.

Patty mewled with uncontrollable, unsatiated passion. Her belly rippled
and she rubbed her hands against her thighs and curled her fingers in
Marcias strewing hair, forcing the womans face deeper to her burning
cunt. Marcia was gasping for breath sucking air in short surges so as to
not break the fervent contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her
nose was burrowing the wild depraved groin, the odor of the female musk
driving her still wilder.

Oh oh Ooooohhhhh, I cant stand it!" Patty screamed. Its too much
too much!"

Her voice died in a strangled sob and sigh, but then broke out again in
a high pitched wail as the seething lust overflowed and swept through her.
She twisted in the grip of her sweet torture, twisting and writhing but
never breaking the mouth which was glued to her cunt. The tongue continued
to stroke her clitoris, sending lightning like stabs through her marrow.
She gasped and groaned and then she came, like the ravaging hurricane of a
summer season, to pound and wash and flood her senses.

Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh! she cried, lifting her buttocks off the bed.
Shuddering violently she relaxed as the climax passed over her.

But Marcia did not let go. She continued to pillage the clitoris and
vagina, licking the slightly acid secretions of Pattys orgiastic release,
sucking the swollen lips of her throbbing pussy, kissing the trembling
inner thighs.

Enough! Enough! whimpered Patty. But they both knew it wasnt. Patty
sobbed aloud and she convulsed, her hands once more locked in Marcias hair
as her stomach went rigid. She wanted, yet at the same time, did not want,
Marcia to stop. Again she spasmed inside, cumming once more, her heart
slamming wildly against her ribs, her mind adrift with the pleasure.

Then once more with Patty emitting animal like sounds from deep in her
chest, her eyes glazed and her mouth limply open.

And again and again and again for the rest of the night.

Chapter 3

The warm, diffused light of dawn shone through the bedroom window and
woke Patty the next morning. Curled into a small ball, her legs drawn up
with her arms circling them, hugging them, she opened her eyes and stared
at the bedside clock. It was eight-fifteen. At first, she thought she was 
home in her room at the Jennings' and that she ought to get up immediately
lest she be late for work this morning. Then, slowly, the sleep cobwebs
began to dissipate and she realized where she was, whose bed she was now
lying in, alone. And worse, what had happened last night, everything that
had happened last night.

A low, tremulous moan escaped her lips as wave after wave of shame and
degradation swept over her. Oh God, oh God, what had become of her? She was
lost, lost First she had experienced the sickly depraved rape at the hands
of her father-in-law and then, following her headlong flight, she had
allowed herself with condoning passivity to be sucked and kissed between
her legs by her best girl friend in an act of sheer lesbian degeneration.
And, most terrible of all, most horrifying of all, she had enjoyed that
illicit, orgiastic lovemaking and had climaxed again and again under
Marcia's expert tongue and mouth

Patty moaned again, and dimly she became aware of the sound of a shower
spray on tile walls. She listened, knowing that Marcia was in the bathroom,
bathing, preparing herself for work. Patty briefly entertained the thought
of getting up, of dressing and going to work herself but the idea left her
immediately. How could she work today? How could she go through the normal
motions of her everyday secretarial position, having to face her employer,
her coworkers? Too, she didn't have any clothing, had only the robe she had
been wearing when she had come here last evening.

No, she couldn't go to work, she would have to call in sick.

Abruptly, the sound of the shower ceased and Patty realized that Marcia
would soon be coming out of the bathroom. A certain panic seized control of
her brain momentarily. How could she face Marcia, for God's sake? How,
after last night, could she possibly look this woman who had been her
friend in the eye?

The bathroom door opened before she had an opportunity to further dwell
on the thought,

Marciaa fluffy bath towel wrapped around her slim body emerged into
the bedroom. Her face had a brightly pink, scrubbed look and she smiled
pleasantly as she saw that Patty was awake. She padded over to the bed and
sat down on the foot of it, looking tenderly at Patty. Good morning,
dear," she said. how do you feel today?

Patty turned her face away, staring at the wall, and didn't reply.

Marcia toyed with the bottom folds on the towel. "I know what you must
think of me, after last night, she said slowly. "I guess I'd best explain
about myself.

Patty said nothing.

"You see," Marcia went on, "I'm an extremely physical person. The needs
of my body govern my mind at times, if you know what I mean. I suppose I'm
oversexed anyway, but when I need lovemaking, when I need to make love, I
simply can't wait beyond that first sperate urge. I have to do it, or I
become so agitated I think I'm going to lose my mind sometimes. I'm not a
lesbian, Patty; I much prefer a man with me, inside me, a man to kiss the 
way I was kissing you last night. But with Roger in Viet Nam, and no other
man available right now, I well, I just had to have someone. I've had
women before, I'll admit not very often, but once in awhile, when I
couldn't find other outlets. I guess I really am sort of screwed up
sexually, but everyone has hangups, you know."

Patty turned her face toward her. "You mean, you you've been with other
men while Roger's been gone?"

"Yes I have," Marcia admitted. "One or two. I can't help myself, and
Roger knows that and understands. He also knows I love him, very much, and
that these other liaisons really don't mean a thing to me." She paused,
her face softening in a gentle, woman-to-woman smile. "I hope you'll
forgive me, honey, for last night. I I don't want to lose your friendship,
Patty.

Patty was struck with a sudden compassion for this woman who was her
friend, and the awful images in her brain of the lewd acts Marcia had
performed on her body faded and paled into insignificance. Who was she to
judge this poor woman? She, whom Tom Jennings had called a gutter whore and
said had been leading him on, tempting him with lascivious movements of her
lush body. If she expected to be forgiven for her transgressions, her
"hangups" as Marcia had put it, then couldn't she find it in her heart to
forgive another for hers?

"Oh Marcia," she said finally, "yes, I forgive you! I don't want to lose
your friendship either! But you-we must never do what we did again. You
have to promise me that"

"I promise," Marcia answered solemnly, and she reached out and clasped
Patty's hand. Then she stood, smiling, and returned to the bathroom. Patty
slid out of bed and put on her robe, wrapping it tightly around her. She
went out into the duplex's tiny kitchen and found fresh made coffee and
poured herself a cup. She was sitting at the breakfast nook, sipping it,
when Marcia came in, fully dressed, a few minutes later.

"Oh good, I see you found the coffee," Marcia said.

"Yes. It's very good."

Marcia beamed. "I've put out a loose-fitting housedress of mine which
you should be able to wear until you can get your clothes." She paused.
"Speaking of that, when are you going to pick up your clothes? And return
the Jennings' car?"

"I hadn't thought about it," Patty replied.

"Well, you should," Marcia told her. "I know you don't want to stay with
the Jennings any longer, and I certainly don't blame you, but your things
are there, after all, and you'll have to move them out. And if you don't
bring the car back, Larry's father is liable to have the police looking for
it; from what you've told me, he sounds like that sort of bastard."

"I guess I could do that this morning," Patty said reflectively. "He's
left for work by now, and there's no one else home; he always takes the
Muni bus."

"Good! Tell you what: I'll follow you to the Jennings' and help you load
your things into my car. Then we'll bring them back here."

"But I can't stay with you, Marcia," Patty said. "I'd be intruding.

"Nonsense! I'd love to have you, Patty, sincerely I would. I get
terribly lonesome for a friend sometimes."

"Well if you're sure you won't mind

"Not at all," Marcia said. "I'll call in to work and tell them I'll be
late this morning. Then, after you're dressed, we can be on our way."

"Oh!" Patty said suddenly. "I'll have to call in, too, to tell them I
won't

"Don't worry, honey. I've already taken care of that for you. I told
your boss you'd be taking a couple of days off, that you weren't feeling
too well. He said he understood. I really don't think you ought to go back
to work right away after an experience like you had with Larry's father."

"You're so good to me, Marcia," Patty said gratefully. "Thank you for
all you've done for me." She blushed slightly at the inference of inclusion
of last night's lesbian lovemaking.

Marcia seemed not to notice. "What else are friends for?" she asked
rhetorically, and moved toward the telephone in the hallway.

Patty was preparing supper, lamb chops and a tossed green salad with
roquefort dressing, when Marcia arrived home from work a little past six
that night.

Patty had spent the day uneventfully. She had returned Tom Jennings'
car, and the house had been deserted, as she had expected it to be. With
Marcia's help, they had moved as much of her belongings as Marcia's car
would allow and she had left a note for Jennings saying that she had moved
out and would pick up the remainder of her things, hers and Larry's at some
later date; she hadn't mentioned where she was staying.

When they had returned to Marcia's duplex and the clothing and other
items had been moved from the car inside, Marcia had bid Patty good-bye and
left for work. Patty had watched some television, trying to relax, and then
read an historical novel which she found in the storage closet until the
time came to prepare supper.

Marcia, coming into the kitchen now, said, "Patty, you didn't have to
bother making dinner."

"But I wanted to," Patty answered. "It gave me something to do."

"You're a dear," Marcia said. She sat down at the table as Patty began
to toss the salad in a large wooden bowl. "We've been invited to a party
tonight."

"A party?"

"Yes. At the home in St. Francis Woods, no less of Richard Renault.
You've heard of him, surely."

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, he's one of San Francisco's oldest and richest playboys, the heir
to a Peruvian tin mine fortune. You have to be well, terribly flattered
when he invites you to one of his exclusive little parties."

Patty frowned. "How do you know this Mr. Renault?"

"He ah, is a client of the brokerage firm where I work," Marcia replied
easily. "I've been to one other of his parties; they're great fun, Patty."

"But he doesn't even know who I am," Patty countered. "Why would he
invite me? Are you sure that he?"

"I told him all about you, and he insisted that I bring you along
tonight."

"Marcia, I really don't think a party

"It will do you good to get out and have some fun," Marcia told her.
"That's the best way to forget unpleasant experiences. Now I won't have
you sitting around here in a sad and depressed state, so please say you'll
come with me tonight."

"Well" Patty considered the idea for a moment, deciding that Marcia was
probably right; there was no purpose to be served in sitting around and
dwelling on life's dirty dealings. Why shouldn't she have a little fun,
meet some new people? God knew, she'd had enough unhappiness to last her a
lifetime. She said at length, "All right, Marcia, I will come tonight. It
sounds like it might be enjoyable."

"Oh it will be," Marcia said, smiling, It will be, honey.

After supper, and after the dishes had been done, Marcia and Patty
dressed for their outing. Patty selected a simply designed party dress,
carefully brushed and sprayed her long reddish-gold hair, and applied a
touch of perfume and some frosted pink lipstick. Marcia, wearing a clinging
red dress of rustling material, nodded her approval when Patty emerged
ready to go from the bathroom. "You look lovely, Patty!" she enthused.

"And so do you," Patty returned.

Smiling comradely, they went out to Marcia's car and drove across the
city to St. Francis Woods, an extremely fashionable section of San
Francisco. Marcia pulled to the curb on Buena Vista Terrace, in front of a
white stucco, Spanish architectured home with iron grillwork balconies and
a spacious, well-tended green lawn bisected by a red-brick path. The two
girls followed the path to a wide set of double doors which formed the
entranceway, and Marcia rang the ivory bell inlaid into the stucco; faint,
melodious chimes echoed throughout the interior.

Almost immediately, a Chinese houseboy, smiling pleasantly, admitted
them into a hallway. Mister Renault is in the study, ladies, he said.
This way, please.

He led them down the high-ceilinged hallway and through a door into a
darkly furnished room; the motif was Spanish, with luxuriant tapestries and
a brooding mural on one wall. On the right was a set of French doors in an
ovaled archway, opening onto a patio grown with oleander bushes and other
shadowed plants. A lush garden grew beyond it. Inside the room itself, on a
thick muted rug, a series of cushiony pillows of a dark gold color were
arranged in a wide circle before a leather couch. The only light came from
the moon, shining through the glass doors, and Patty could see four people
sitting cross-legged, Indian-fashion, on the pillows, three men and one
girl. As they entered, one of the men rose slowly and started across the 
room toward them; the Chinese houseboy slipped out and closed the door
behind him.

"Why is everybody sitting on those cushions?" Patty whispered to Marcia.

"Mr. Renault is kind of an eccentric," Her friend answered. "He's very
involved in Meditative Transmigration."

"What's that?"

"A mystical Eastern sect which believes in truth, beauty and the
eternity of the human soul."

"That doesn't sound very mystical to me," Patty responded. "It sounds
lovely."

"Oh, there's more to it than that," Marcia whispered. It becomes very
complicated if you listen to all the little intricacies which comprise it.

"Oh, I see," Patty said, not really seeing at all.

The man who had gotten up approached them now, his hand extended in
greeting. He was thin, short, and possessed a lined, leathery face that
disclosed his age as sixty or thereabouts; he had thick wavy gray hair and
a precise dove-gray mustache. He wore a velvet lounging robe, a deep wine
color.

"Hello, Marcia, my dear," he said, touching hands. Then he turned to
Patty, taking her hand and holding it for a moment. "I'm Richard Renault,"
he introduced himself to her. Rick, to my intimates. And you must be Patty
Jennings.

"Yes, she answered, smiling, a little flustered.

"Marcia's told me so much about you."

"I hope it was complimentary."

"Very complimentary indeed," Renault said. "Please come join the Circle.
I'll introduce you to my other guests."

They followed him across the study to the cluster of pillows. He said
then, "I would like to present two very lovely ladies, Marcia Allen, whom
you already know, and Patty Jennings."

Neither of the remaining two men stood, but both smiled up at Patty and
Marcia. Renault said, indicating the nearer of the two, a tall,
distinguished man with close-cropped blond hair. "This is Val Robbins, a
rather successful advertising executive. And the other gentleman " he
swept his hand to the shorter man across from Robbins, who had long, almost
shoulder-length hair and very wide, bushy sideburns is Frank Harrel, a
not-quite-so-successful but very talented artist.

Patty nodded to the two men, noticing that Robbins' eyes remained on
her, moving slowly up and down her body; she flushed a little, feeling
somewhat embarrassed and yet somewhat pleased, too, that he found her so
obviously attractive. He was, she decided, quite a handsome man in his own
right.

Renault said, The young lady is, ah, a guest in my house on a regular
basis, Miss Barbara Davis. The lone girl nodded up at them, tossing her
rich brown curls carelessly. She had large, finely defined breasts encased
in a thin black dress; her legs were bare, without stockings, and the hem 
of the dress had hiked up to expose most of her full white thighs; she
seemed not to notice, or if she did, to care.

Renault went over and sat on the pillow next to Barbara, and then raised
his hand to the two friends. Marcia, come sit next to Frank; and Patty,
please sit by Val if you will.

They obeyed, and Patty smiled at Val as she sat down next to him and
crossed her legs in the fashion of the others. She sensed then a certain
oddly unexplainable tension in the darkened air, as if all the others even
Marcia were waiting for something to begin. She really couldn't understand
it, though; she merely shrugged mentally and sat waiting.

They sat in silence for a long while, perhaps five minutes. The aging
head of Rick Renault was bowed and his eyes were closed, as if he were in a
deep trance; Patty wondered if he was meditating, remembering Marcia's
words. Finally, Renault raised his head and smiled at each of his guests in
turn. Then he reached down between his cushion and the one on which sat
Barbara Davis and produced a sculptured silver cigarette box. He held it up
in both hands for a moment, as if he was offering it for blessing to some
unseen deity; then he opened the lid and took a thin brown cylinder from
inside, muttering chanting words under his breath that Patty couldn't
understand. He passed the box to Barbara after a moment, and she also took
a cylinder and passed it on to Frank Harrel, who repeated the ritual. When
the box came to Patty, she took one of the rough, grainy items and saw in
the gloom that it was a cigarette. She frowned, looking at it, as the box
passed back to Renault. Their host returned it between the cushions and
produced then a series of small china cups which he passed around, so that
each member of the group had one.

Not wanting to sound naive, but at the same time completely puzzled by
the ritual of which she was a part, Patty turned to Val Robbins and
whispered, "What is this all about? I mean, I'm not sure I" She faltered,
blushing a little.

Val smiled reassuringly. "Rick is a strange sort of person at times," he
answered. "You just have to bear with him."

"What kind of cigarette is this?" Patty asked, and as she did so she
knew the answer even before Val told her. She had heard stories, read
articles, watched news programs on the subject, heard all the pros and
cons, the constant arguments, the vernacular terms: pot, weed, grass,
muggle, hash, reefers, Mary Jane, "Marijuana, of course," Val said,
somewhat surprised. "You mean you didn't know? Really?"

"Well, I" Patty was blushing feverishly now, and she was glad of the
darkness so that Val and the others were unable to see her. She felt
confused, extremely indecisive at that moment; she had never had any desire
to try marijuana, drugs of any kind, she had always said when asked her
opinion on the subject that such things were probably fine for other people
but not for her. Yet, she didn't believe that pot was harmful, that it led
to addiction to such things as heroin and cocaine and morphine; that was
just old-fashioned nonsense. And the idea of trying the relaxing drug for 
the first time, experiencing its effects was somehow wickedly exciting. I
really shouldn't, she thought, it's against the law, but if I don't I'll
seem like such a child to the others.

Renault had produced a silver lighter which matched the cigarette box,
and had flicked the wheel. Flame burst into the air-flickering eerily in
the darkness, making each of the six faces seem to be grotesquely satanic,
as if this little circle was a cult of devil worshippers. Renault lit his
muggle with the lighter and then passed it on to Barbara Davis, the flame
still burning. Patty watched the girl light her cigarette, pass it on to
Frank Harrel; she turned to Val again, having made up her mind to go
through with it, after all, marijuana didn't make you unaware of what you
were doing, she knew that much about it at least.

She said, "This this is my first time." Her voice was bold. "You'll
have to tell me what to do."

Val's face in the dancing light was surprised. "You really haven't
turned on before, have you? You're really not kidding me."

"No, I'm not."

"Well, then, you just take a drag like you would on a regular
cigarette," Val explained. "Hold the smoke in your lungs as long as you
can, and then let it out. Slowly, very slowly. You drag in slowly, too.
That's all there is to it."

Patty nodded, shivering with anticipatory nervousness. Finally, the
lighter came to her and she fired the short brown cylinder which she had
placed between her lips. She inhaled gently, as Val had instructed; the
smoke had an odd but not at all unpleasant taste, although it was very hot
curling into her lungs. She held it there bravely as she passed the lighter
on to Val, holding it there for the count of ten and then releasing it. She
tried a second inhalation, a third and a fourth; the smoke was not quite so
hot now, actually very smooth, and she was able to hold it in her lungs for
a longer period of time. The sweetish, almost cloying odor of the marijuana
seemed to fill the room as each of the six people smoked, and clouds of
smoke seemed to hang like a pall above their heads. The room was once again
dark as Renault had extinguished the lighter.

Patty took another puff on her muggle, and Val leaned close to her. How
do you feel?" he asked.

"Fine," she said. "But I don't think I'm turned on, or anything."

Val laughed softly. "Don't worry about that, honey. There's plenty of
time." He chuckled again and, suddenly, he placed his hand carelessly on
Patty's bare knee, just below the hem of her dress. He kneaded the smooth
satiny flesh tenderly with his fingers.

Patty felt a momentary anger at this familiarity, but it passed almost
as quickly as it had come. The thin cigarette seemed somehow to have dulled
her basic inhibitions; Val's hand felt warm and right on her knee, and to
take it away would be to take away the pleasant male touch on her flesh.
There wasn't anything wrong with a man and woman being close on an occasion
such as this one; in fact, she was really thankful for his attention as she
ventured into mental areas heretofore self-forbidden.

Patty finished the cigarette, watching the way Val dropped the narrow
remains and the ash into the little cup and then following suit. Almost
immediately, Renault produced the cigarette box and the ritual was
repeated. As she smoked her second reefer, Patty could feel a great peace
take hold of her body, an ultimate relaxing of all her tensions, a complete
abating of all the pressures of her world. She felt free and gentle, happy
and responsive, and when Val moved closer to her, sliding his hand upward
so that his fingertips were resting, caressing, on her soft inner thigh, a
scant inch from her panty-covered pubic mound, she made no move to stop
him. His touch felt so fine, so good She leaned against him as though she
had known him forever as she inhaled the sweet, pungent smoke, pressing her
soft, pliant breast against his arm. He was so nice, she thought through
her marijuana haze, such a nice, kind man

The second marijuana cigarette was nothing but ash now, and moments
later the ritual was repeated for a third time. Val's hand was stroking
Patty's leg and thigh now, up and down, fingertips almost but not quite
touching the soft silken crotchband of her panties. She was aware that her
feminine sex juices had begun to flow, moistening the thin material between
her legs, and that the first stirrings of sexual arousal were beginning to
burn slightly in her stomach. Such a wonderful feeling, the marijuana and
the passion comingling She began to squirm her buttocks down very gently
against the pillow as Val's hand teased its way up and down her naked
thigh. She drew on her third reefer, and the faces of the others in the
room no longer seemed like strangers to her.

They seemed soft and warm, like a close-knit family, in the glow of the
lighter flame and in the pale moonlight from the French doors. She felt a
need to take off her shoes and did so, with her left hand, wiggling her
naked toes against the wonderful silky material of the pillow, squirming
her buttocks down at the same time.

And then, suddenly, the man's fingers, next to her, reached her moist
panties, brushing against the outside of the filmy material, tracing upward
along her flimsily protected cuntal slit. She didn't jump or recoil from
his touch, it felt so nice to be stroked that way, and as though in a dream
she opened her legs wider to accept his caress, nuzzling protectively
against him as they both smoked. Time seemed not to exist for Patty now,
nothing seemed to exist except the great relaxed soft peacefulness that was
her body, even her admitted arousal was soft, not at all overpowering. It
was as if she could experience such feelings forever and not need the
release of her passion, just float along on the tide of pleasantness
forever and forever.

Val thought as he moved his middle finger up and down the drugged girl's
wet silk-covered vagina; Holy Christ, she's really something! I only met
her fifteen minutes ago, and here I am playing with her cunt! And what a
nice hot little cunt it is too! There isn't going to be any problem
throwing a fuck into this baby, no sir, and it's going to be one dandy fuck
unless I miss my guess. Her first time with pot, eh? Beautiful, beautiful!
She couldn't be reacting better if I'd planned it. And she'd been convinced
that she wasn't turned on! Jesus, Jesus!

Carefully, afraid to break the spell, he insinuated his finger inside
the tight elastic leg band of her panties now, drawing the material back
over the deliciously wet juicy lips of her cunt, with his forefinger and
then stroking the moist furrow with his middle finger, teasing upward along
the soft hair-lined slit to explore the entire lubricated expanse. She was
hot, all right, damned hot! He wormed his middle finger, just the tip, into
her vagina and with a soft moan she squirmed her firm young buttocks down
against the pillow pleasurably. He took the finger out then and found the
erect knob of her clitoris; it seemed to vibrate with delirious passion
against his digit and he tickled it with his fingernail, rubbing it back
and forth, back and forth. She made a pleased, relaxed sound, wiggling her
sensuous buttocks, her cunt seeming to open and close like the mouth of a
fish in anticipation as he slowly played with her open clitoris.

Renault, you lecherous bastard, you really know how to invite the right
women to these parties of yours! Val thought. A tender innocent-looking
piece like this Patty Jennings is what I've been looking forward to all
day, and you didn't disappoint me. Hell, you never do, Rick old man. That
last party, with Patty's friend Marcia, was a beaut, too. I've never had a
better fuck; that is, until now because this Patty is going to outdo her,
I've got a feeling about that and my big, stiff cock is never wrong about
such things.

Patty finished her third marijuana cigarette, as did the others, and
through drug dimmed eyes she watched Rick Renault get slowly to his feet.
As if slow-motion, she saw Barbara Davis take Renault's proffered hand and
pull herself up. Renault stepped closer to her and his fingers nimbly
unbuttoned two of the buttons on the front of her black dress. Patty saw
that she was not wearing a bra. Then Renault reached inside the bosom of
the dress and took one of Barbara's firm, darkly areoled breasts out and
held it cupped in the palm of his hand. He said a few short phrases in a
strange language which Patty did not understand, and then he lowered his
head to the nude breast he held and took the erect nipple between his
teeth, kissing it briefly, and then released it. Barbara stood robotlike as
he did this, her lips slightly parted in passion, then he returned the
breast inside the bodice of the garment.

He said then, "We shall leave you now. I wish you all pleasant happiness
for the evening." He took the girl's hand again. "Come, Barbara, dear." She
obeyed and together they walked to the door, and left the room.

Val whispered into Patty's ear, "He does that every time, kisses
Barbara's boob that way. It has some kind of symbolic meaning in this
Meditative Transmigration sect he belongs to."

"Mmmmm," Patty answered.

"We're supposed to do the same thing," Val said, breathing into her ear.

Patty nodded. How nice! she thought. Such a lovely gesture! She saw that
Frank Harrel, across from her, was unbuttoning Marcia's garment, removing
one of her slender, firm breasts and cupping it for a moment, as Renault
had done with Barbara's, then took the rigid nipple between his teeth.
Patty turned toward Val as he raised his left hand to her bosom, his right
still working gently, wonderfully, between her legs, in her strongly
excited cunt. Nimbly, he unbuttoned her dress, slid his hand around behind
her and unhooked her bra with deft fingers. Then her breast was free and in
his hand and he was lowering his head, taking her sensitive nipple into his
mouth, nibbling on it, kissing it, running his tongue around it.

Oh God, it felt so wonderful, she didn't want him to stop! She gave
herself up completely to the sensual arousal which was rapidly overtaking
her being, staring across at Frank Harrel and Marcia. The man called Frank
had bared both of Marcia's breasts now, and was alternately moving between
them, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth. Patty saw, dimly, that
Marcia's hand was on his fly, stroking gently the long thick bulge which
showed there.

Val took his lips from Patty's nipple and whispered against her ear,
still cupping the white succulent globe in his hand, You have wonderful
breasts, Patty. So soft and warm, and the nipples are delicious.

She leaned hard against him, her brain swirling now with a soft, easy
motion. She felt so unbelievably fabulous; she loved everybody in the whole
world and especially Val Robbins, this strange perfect man who had kissed
her breast and was playing so sensuously down between her open legs. It
wasn't wrong that he was touching her and fondling her so intimately, no it
wasn't wrong at all it was right, so right

Larry!

Her husband's name popped through the drug haze in her brain then, and
suddenly everything wasn't right any more. No, no, no! a warning bell
chimed in her mind. You mustn't let this strange man touch you that way any
more! You're married, a married woman in spite of all that's happened since
yesterday. You can't allow any more subjugation of yourself, certainly
can't passively allow your private parts to be touched by this stranger
until the arousal you feel consumes your body completely and you end up
allowing him to put his penis inside your vagina, to spew forth his sperm
into your belly like your husband's own father did such a short time ago.

She pulled away from Val's hands suddenly, in a convulsive movement that
slipped her breast free of his grasp, slipped his hand away from her lewdly
excited cunt and out from beneath her skirt. She tried frantically to
button her dress, succeeded in getting one of the buttons fastened.

Val was staring at her. "What's the matter, Patty?"

"Nothing, nothing!" she returned. She liked Val very much; he had been
so nice to her, but she just didn't want him to touch her any more. "I I
feel like I need some fresh air.

Yes, I I want to walk in the garden for awhile.

Val thought to himself; Damn it, she's having some second thoughts,
probably about her old man. I figured the pot to drive them all away. Well,
she's still turned on, no doubt about that, and if I'm patient I'll still
score, I'll still get into that warm, sweet pussy I've been playing

He smiled gently at her. "I understand, honey," he said. "I'll walk with
you. All right, Patty?"

"Yes," she responded slowly. "Yes, Val." She allowed him to take her
hand, help her to her feet as he too rose. He put his arm about her waist,
and she leaned gratefully against him, he was so nice, so kind, he just
couldn't touch her any more, that was all, and together they went to the
French doors. Val opened them and they stepped out into the balmy night,
onto the patio there. They walked along a path through the oleanders and
shrubbery, walking slowly.

Some of the marijuana fog seemed to lift from Patty's brain, but not
enough so that she didn't enjoy the pressure of Val's strong arm around her
waist, the comforting masculinity of his muscular body against hers. They
walked for several minutes, and then Val stopped and turned toward her. He
raised his hands to cup her face, looking tenderly into her eyes, and his
face in the moonlight was so soft and kind He kissed her then, gently,
touching her lips with the tip of his tongue but not forcing it between
them. Should she stop him from doing this too? she wondered dimly, but no a
kiss was all right, his lips tasted so sweet and his tongue was so warm
no, this was all right just as long as he didn't.

"Are you feeling better now, Honey?" he asked her.

"Yes, Val, oh yes" She clung to him, feeling the unwanted arousal begin
to course through her again, feeling her nipples harden into diamond chips
and her vagina begin to secrete lubricant once again. But it's wrong, wrong
to feel this way while you're gone, Larry, Larry no, it isn't really wrong
when it feels so good confused, I'm so confused

"Let's go back to the house now, Patty," Val said soothingly. "Come on
along."

"Yes," the young dazed girl answered, still confused and uncertain about
anything. She leaned against him as he took her arm and led her back along
the path.

They reached the patio and started toward the French doors. The
moonlight shone through the glass, and Patty could see clearly inside. What
she saw there made her stop abruptly, staring, clutching at Val's arm. "Oh
God, Val, Marcia and Frank are! She stopped, swallowing hard, turning her
face up to his.

"Yes," Val answered slowly. "I see them, Patty. It's beautiful, isn't
it?"

"Beautiful?"

"Yes. Nudity and lovemaking are beautiful, don't you think?" His voice
was soothing and intoning, almost hypnotic. "Soft and warm and beautiful,
Patty."

"Yes" She stared inside, listening as Val droned on behind her, telling
her how wonderful the sight was, how beautiful, and as she continued to
watch dazedly the actions of her married girl friend, Marcia and Frank 
Harrel on the study floor, she knew in her still fogged brain that the man
behind her was right, that it was everything he was saying it was.

She could feel her juices flowing faster and faster as she walked
forward trance like to the French doors, Val came up behind her,
whispering, telling her to watch the beauty within, to get onto her knees
and watch through the glass. She obeyed, sinking onto her knees on the cold
patio tile, cupping her hands to her eyes as she stared through rising
passion at the nakedly entwined couple ten feet away

Chapter 4

Marcia lay spread-eagled on the cushions, completely naked, and Frank
Harrel knelt between her widely spread legs. He ran his tongue slowly,
teasingly, up and down her slender body, moistly sucking her heaving
breasts and raising her nipples to cement hardness, then tracing a hot path
down along the writhing flatness of her stomach while she rolled her head
back and forth ecstatically, abandonedly.

Then Harrel dipped lower, scooting his legs back so that his face hung
greedily over her nude thighs and pussy, and then he moved downward, his
tongue sticking straight out like the beak of a giant predatory hawk, eager
to dine on the tender hungry cunt squirming below. Marcia writhed beneath
his flicking caress, her hand tangling in his long, black hair as she
pulled his lips to her open vagina like a woman possessed

Patty leaned forward on her knees, gripping the windowpane until her
fingers ached. She could not move from the obscene revelry before her, for
the sight of the man toying with the naked, squirming woman who was her
best friend mesmerized her. She knew dimly she should turn away from the
lewd and depraved sight, but she could not.

Behind her, Val lit a marijuana cigarette he'd taken from the box,
puffed on it to make sure it was going, then pressed the brown papered
reefer into Patty's unnerved lips. She drew deeply from habit, without
hesitation, not knowing or even caring that it was more of the
will-destroying drug. The sweet, acrid smoke curled up, taking with it the
last of her mental revulsion and moral hesitations, and her head lightened
and her eyes became lidded as each drag burned her lungs like searing fire.
As the heated potion filled her body with full euphoria, she suddenly
returned to the carnal scene before her with studied detachment, wickedly
enjoying the view.

Marcia never looked better, she thought as she gazed with intoxicated
enrapturement at the enchanting couple. Like a lamb in sacrifice, with the
high priest, Frank Harrel, working her up to a fevered pitch of heavenly
bliss. Marcia's glasslike eyes stared into the darkness as Frank placed
himself below her rapidly rising and falling belly, his hands pressing the
smooth skin of her thighs and his thumbs pressing the outer pink flanges of
her cunt lips. Marcia gasped as he massaged her pubic area with his
fingers, letting them crawl through her pubic hair and knead the resilient
skin of her abdomen, parting the vaginal slit to expose the gaping hole of
her excited young pussy. Patty wriggled closer, and strained to catch a
glimpse of the dainty bud of her friend's clitoris, which was just visible
as it throbbed into hardness above the stretched ring of her cuntal mouth.

Then Frank's head dropped again, his long wet tongue snaking out to
tease the palpitating little button of raw nerves, flicking around the top
of her blood rich slit. Marcia jerked from the electric contact and she
clamped her legs like a steel vise around Frank's rotating face, her soft
inner thighs corded with exertion, her hips slowly swaying in rhythm to his
probing, slavering mouth. She was caught in a smoke-filled, lust perverted
fit of sexual madness, and she raised her buttocks off the cushion to feel
his sucking lips deeper against her vagina.

Patty gaped in disbelief as she watched Marcia twisting like a bitch in
heat to the depraved licking of her loins, and she drew deeply on the
cigarette, feeling the forbidden inhalations open her mind like the
flowering of some exotic plant bud to the sun. Her own torso began to
writhe involuntarily to the surrender she saw in the room, and she groaned
in empathetic abandonment to the nerve-shattering sucking of Frank's mouth
and lips. Val had moved directly behind the sexually mesmerized girl, and
stretched over her, and she could sense his hot presence and fevered breath
upon her as he pressed himself to her back and buttocks. His arms extended
around her, unbuttoned the dress again, slid inside to tease her still-nude
breasts, massaging and cupping in a circular motion to the same tempo as
Frank was keeping on her girl friend, and Patty began to squirm, leaning
back hard against him. Through the thin material of their clothes, she
could feel the burgeoning stiffness of his cock as it swelled into
erection, and it pressed through her dress into the crevice of her soft,
yielding buttocks, the folds of her skirt grating her tiny, vulnerable
anus. Warning spasms of pleasure rippled from her heated loins and up past
her belly to the hardening nipples of her kneaded breasts.

The last vestiges of her defense broke into nothingness as the fourth
reefer seized her mind and Val's hand left her breasts and began to fumble
with the bodice of her dress. Slowly, ever so gently, Val undid all the
buttons until the dress was open from neck to abdomen, her full, firm young
breasts swaying free with passion, and as Val slipped his hands between the
fabric and her hot skin once more, a cool rush of air blew by the breasts,
causing her to gasp from the sudden iciness on her nipples. Then his
fingers closed again over the resilient mounds, trapping the berries
between thumb and forefinger, squeezing each engorged teat until an
excruciating sensation made her dizzy from the pleasure. She opened her
mouth and an involuntary sigh of ecstasy escaped from her throat, and she
pushed still harder back against Val's barely covered cock, wiggling his
hardness deeper into the crack of her contracting ass cheeks.

Patty still watched wide-eyed as Marcia and Frank passionately attacked 
each other. Frank worked his lips up Marcia's crawling body, slowly, then
quickly, then pausing to flick at an especially sensitive spot, bringing
further groans of delight and frustration from Marcia's clenched teeth. It
was then that Patty first saw Frank's thick, hardened penis protruding from
his crotch.

She sucked in her breath at the sight of his huge, magnificent organ. It
looked like the shaft of a giant redwood tree, its blood enraged skin like
burnt umber bark against the black forest of his pubic bush. Its enormously
thick head paused over the slippery, saliva soaked vagina of Marcia, and
Patty's impulsive thought was that it was going to ram immediately into her
girl friend, but it did not. Instead he slowly slid all the way up her body
and straddled her breasts, and the pressed balloons of flesh squeezed out
from the sides of Frank's thighs like the cushions Marcia lay upon. The
ramrod prick was but a scant few inches from Marcia's gasping mouth, its
scarlet, rubbery tip oozing fluid with anticipation. The droplets sparkled
as they dribbled down the cock and dropped upon Marcia's heaving neck. Then
Frank turned slightly and reaching back behind his buttocks with a quick
jerk of one hand, he shoved his middle finger deep up Marcia's widespread
cunt, skewering her pink rimmed slit upon his palm. She spasmed as he
rotated his finger in her, teasing the wet sensitive cavern of her vagina
until she panted and groaned like a lost banshee to the lascivious
plundering of her loins.

Patty could see how Marcia was trying to squirm from beneath Frank's
torturous hold, but he clamped her to the cushions with his knees tightly
around her arms and shoulders. A lewd sadistic grin lined his mouth as he
reached with his other hand and stroked his penis, pulling back the
foreskin to let the full, bloated head pop toward Marcia's open lips.
Marcia leaned forward as though the cock was a life sustaining meal, the
cords of her neck standing out to Patty's shocked view, and then her tongue
darted out and she lapped the thin string of lubricant hungrily.

The muscles of Patty's own body were as tight as a bow string as she
struggled with sympathy for Marcia's predicament. She reacted involuntarily
to Val's maddening caresses, whimpering as he raised one arm, then the
other, to remove the dress from her shoulders, drawing it back and over her
buttocks until it lay pooled around her bare feet. His fingers moved down
her spine then, around to her smooth, flat belly, up to her breasts again,
and then to the elastic band of her virginal white panties. Val toyed with
the nylon underwear for a moment, teasing the vee of her crotch and the
secretion band around her pubic area. The hands curled under the wispy
material and plunged downward toward her pubic triangle, fondling the
moist, wet slit of her vulva, scraping with one nail the tantalizing
protuberance of her clitoris, sending it springing upright for more. Patty
groaned and quivered as the tight elastic opening of her cunt sent stabs of
sexual frenzy enervating throughout her body. The Gorgon-sized monstrosity
of his manhood was pressed like glue to the passion perspired crevice of
her ass as though it had a life of its own, and she ground against it, 
imprisoned licentiously between it and the teasing fingers which were
worming around deep in her clasping pussy.

Val began a gentle rocking thrust to which she responded in time, while
Marcia finally jerked forward enough to make full contact with Frank's
turgid cock-head. Patty contracted her throat, for she was certain that as
Marcia tightened her lips like a rubber band around Frank she would choke
and gag on the monstrous stump buried between her cheeks, but Marcia did
not, sucking it voraciously as though she had waited all her life for this
magnificent moment.

Frank, his eyes aglitter and his mouth wide with beautiful agony, raised
himself over the suckling female, and he began to pump his cock cruelly in
her mouth like a cow offering her udder to a calf. He held Marcia's hair
and his expression was one of horrid, ecstatic delight which Patty had
never dreamed to be possible. Marcia, her lips puckering elastically with
all their might gnawed and nibbled obscenely, and the raw sight made Patty
lick her own lips, her tongue circled nervously and her aroused pussy
drenched Val's hand with its sticky secretions.

Val had seen Frank's fat penis fuck deeper into Marcia's mouth, and his
own drubbing instrument slithered inside his pants, bursting for release.
It was as exciting to him as it was to her, and he leaned forward and
whispered in Patty's ear: "I've got to have you now!"

"Oh no! Oh please no, not here, not now!" she moaned between clenched
teeth, but she was totally unable to stop her body's reaction against his
teasing machinations. Her buttocks continued to rock back and forth as the
lewd words he had spoken filtered through her drug-hazed brain and excited
her more than ever.

I'm going to fuck you, and we'll watch at the same time!

She whimpered with abject surrender, her muscles like so much putty as
he pushed her forward, her face pressed tightly to the window in front of
her. She shuddered as Val drew her panties down over the smooth, white
cheeks of her ass to hang uselessly down around her thighs. The air once
more washed her tender skin, and she blushed with sudden shame, for her
whole rear end was naked and exposed to the lascivious gaze of this wanton
stranger, a lewd invitation to whatever debauched game he wished to play on
her. A final, dim thought of her husband, Larry, flickered unevenly through
her fogged mind, and then she heard the sharp, metallic rasp of Val's fly
as he pulled down his zipper.

"Aaaahhh," Val sighed. "That's better!" His long, lust-hardened cock
burst from the pants into welcomed freedom, waving in the night like some
medieval battle standard. He dropped to his knees, not wishing to give
Patty the chance to reconsider, and he rubbed his face into her buttocks,
screwing his slender nose between the cheeks to touch the tantalizing
nakedness of her ass. His tongue snaked out and licked moistly the entire
length of her sweat dampened loins, then upwards to flick around the tiny
puckered sphincter muscle of her anus.

"Ooooooh," Patty breathed as the strange unknown lappings tickled her 
nude flesh, teasing her asshole like some nether-world demon. She jerked
back upon the wet, sensuous probe, revolving her buttocks in tiny circles
so as to completely sink in the lubricious rape of her loins. She had never
known this before not even with her husband, who never touched her rectum,
nor with Marcia and she knew it was wicked, deliciously evil, like nothing
else in the world. She relished the lewd tingling joy of Val's tongue
convoluting around her bowels until she thought her whole body was going to
explode in a thousand fiery fragments.

Val chuckled obscenely and stopped. Patty clenched the muscles of her
buttocks with a sudden fear of what was to happen next, and then she sensed
Val's rising and standing over her, his elongated penis quivering along the
tiny bone ridge of her coccyx, its head just touching her quivering flesh.
Then he dipped slightly and the monstrous member pressed into the soft,
yielding crevice of her buttocks where seconds ago his tongue had played so
deliriously. She drew away, but it followed, and her forehead was right
against the glass, making it impossible for her to move forward any more.
There was nowhere else to go! Her cringing body was trapped between the
window and the searching, prodding monster behind her. It nestled in her
anus, and she realized what it and Val wanted of her.

"No not that don't put it in there, Val," she pleaded, "It's too big!
You'll tear me open!"

He did not heed her cries. Instead he dug his hands into her exposed
thighs and gripped her harshly, his fingers clawing her soft white flesh.
"Reach behind and put it in," he snapped. "Put it in that sweet little
asshole of yours!"

"Oh no," she gasped. I just can't!

"Put it in, I say! he commanded again, and he squeezed the globes of
her buttocks until she groaned from the pain. In desperation she reached
behind her as he had directed and closed her fingers around his rockhard
cock, feeling it throbbing in lewd anticipation.

"That's it! That's it! Now in your asshole!

Patty trembled from the man's vile words. The huge, lusting bulbous head
of his cock began to slowly, tantalizingly work its insidious way between
the puckered ring of her rectum, and as much as the first tiny exploratory
thrust hurt, she still managed to hold his bludgeon still at the
defenseless door of her backside, gritting her teeth from the pain she
realized would be forthcoming.

Oh God it's going to hurt! When he shoves his gigantic member to the
hilt up my rectum, it's going to hurt terribly. But I don't care! Oh God, I
want him to! I want him to tear the last orifice of my virginity from me!
Make me the complete slut I know I am inside! "Oh yes," she screamed at
Val, "Fuck me! Fuck me there, darling!"

And then she gasped, her thoughts shut off as a violent ripple of pain
shot through her, for Val, lust maddened by her sudden and complete
surrender to his desires, pounded forward, worming his hardened cock deep
into the warm rubbery depths of her resisting anus, burying it to the base 
of his testicles in one bold stroke. He clutched her buttocks harder, and
still jerked deeper into the forbidden treasures of her backside. He could
feel the tip of his cock hit her bowels, forcing her face harder into the
glass in front of her. He began heaving with long sawing motions, the
smooth rubbery walls of Patty's lewdly exploited anal passage expanding
before the alien invasion.

"AAAAgggggghhhh!" Patty growled. "Oh Val, Oh God! Have mercy! It hurts!
It hurts horribly!"

"Relax it'll start feeling better in just a little bit!"

Numbly, Patty tried to obey, but she felt as if she were on fire inside.
The great penis penetrated her like a giant drilling rig, tunneling deep
into unknown rockhard flesh. She struggled and swung her buttocks in a vain
attempt to find a more comfortable position, but she was a hopeless
prisoner, stuck on the lust-hardened cock like a butterfly on a pin. Her
widely stretched anal walls cringed with the unaccustomed size of the
instrument that seemed imbedded to her belly, and she moaned, her mouth
opening and closing to the sensational torture.

The glass fogged from her hot breath, but still she could see Marcia's
soft lips clasping hungrily on the turgid bronzed cock surging into her
mouth. The thin, ribbed line of her lips clung to it as though it were held
there by some magic clamp, and Frank grinned lewdly above her as he fucked
her mouth like another vagina. Marcia's lust contorted features swirled
around his pistoning shaft, sucking and licking as though she were
devouring a lollypop, and somehow she had freed both hands from her sides
and was masturbating his cock at the base, entwining her fingers around the
balls and pubic hair and beating a tattoo of orgiastic rhythm as she
demonically sucked him to orgasm. Patty could see white, hot seminal fluid
drip from the corners of her mouth and dribble in tiny rivulets down her
hollowed cheeks, a transparent sign of the extent of Marcia's revelation in
Frank's cruel, inhuman subjugation of her open mouth.

Behind her, Val gasped and panted with delight and began to rock
rhythmically in and out of the agonized anal confines. His prediction
started to come true, for as her rectum accustomed itself to the gigantic
pole of hardened flesh it housed, she was overwhelmed with a sudden burst
of desire. She realized that it felt good, being fucked back there that
sodomy was one perversion that she wanted more of, and her head flailed
from side to side as she buffeted harder and harder against Val's hot,
throbbing penis. His bloated testicles slapped resoundingly against the
passion drenched lips of her vagina below, and again she looked dazedly at
the depraved sucking of Frank's cock by her girl friend through the window.
Coupled with the new thrill of her own ravishment, the sight sent further
familiar thrills of wickedness coursing through her body, and she undulated
her buttocks faster and faster, lasciviously rotating in time to the
thundering penis.

Stooped over her animal positioned body, Val gritted his teeth and
fucked in and out with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their 
momentum from the very balls of his feet. A feeling of exhilarating power
rippled through his limbs as he gripped her hips still harder, forcing her
into utter total abandonment to the mighty battering ram which hammered
relentlessly within her. He could feel the fleshy ridges of her rectal
passage rub and give way before his cock, and he pressed even further,
causing a groan of agony from Patty's tortured throat as she struggled
helplessly beneath his mastery of her helpless mind and body.

He stretched the quivering moons of her ass wide with his fingers and
looked down with a satisfied leer, entranced by the pink folds of wet,
glistening flesh clinging tightly to his rampant tool. He levered forward
suddenly and stuck his sensitive, engorged head another half inch, the
resistance in her ass so great as to make Patty squeal like a stuck pig. He
knew she had never been fucked this way or so deep before and he routed his
prick head inside her, enlarging the anus and feeling the squeezing clasp
of her tightly resisting back passage grip his rigidity better than any
cunt he'd ever had. His balls filled and filled again with overflowing
loads of hot, stewing cum juice, almost ready to squirt like a giant,
erupting enema inside her.

Patty's eyes became glazed with the lost fog of passion. She tried to
spread her buttocks wider, moving her feet as best she could, stretching
the flimsy panties still clinging to her thighs apart with difficulty. The
obscene coolness of Val's zipper pressed tightly to her inner thighs, and
the shrubbery of black pubic hair at the base of his cock brushed
tantalizingly against the soft flesh of her ass. She dropped to her elbows,
lifting her buttocks higher to his driving prick, and her breasts squashed
flat against the cold surface of the patio tile. As she rotated her upper
torso, her distended nipples grazed against the material of her bra and
dress, causing them discomfort, but they were like masochistic machines
which gleaned pleasure from the sadistic stinging. Val's tunneling
instrument grazed against the walls of her intestines, its spongy head
probing deeper and deeper where no man had ever fucked her before.

In her euphoric state of sexual saturation, Patty had completely lost
her feelings of humiliation at being treated like a whore, prostrating
herself on her knees before the majesty of Val's sceptrelike cock as he
screwed her in the asshole, venting his lust upon her naked bowels. Her
ruined panties hung tattered, around her legs like a scarred battle flag
lowered to surrender, soft, silky panties which she had hoped to wear for
her husband when he finally came home to her. All that mattered to her was
the sodomistic obscenities which coursed through her like fire out of
control. She wanted Val's cock inside her, wanted to be subjected to the
lewd demands placed on her pleasure sated flesh.

Marcia was still before her eyes sucking at Frank's expanding penis like
a wild woman. She scratched her fingernails lightly over his testicles and
reached up and probed briefly the brown, ribbed vale of his anus, then
retraced her path along his quivering inner thighs. She continued to suck
Frank in rhythmic convolutions, swirling her tongue maddeningly over his 
blood infested head, nuzzling the long underside with her lips as he
plunged and stroked like a demon gone wild into her lewdly ovaled mouth.

It was obvious how Frank enjoyed the ministrations she was lavishing on
his bloated member. He ogled with sadistic interest as she sucked him; the
soft, pink skin of her lips puckering outward and then back in as she
pumped the length of his penis. The sight seemed to increase his arousal
and his loins tensed and jerked downwards over her face, his fleshy expanse
disappearing with his hard thrust so that a bare thin band of cock showed
glistening with saliva between her lips.

Her tongue worked around his rod with nerve-shattering lust, like a
thing gone wild, and Patty could see Marcia's cheeks boil with the hungry
convulsions of tongue and penis. Marcia was completely gone, her
concentration as full and intense as a hungry child sucking on its mother's
breast. Her breasts heaved and danced around her chest, adding to the
sensual picture Patty viewed.

Patty could not hear Frank, but he was mouthing words which seemed to
say: "Suck it! Suck it!" over and over like a broken record. Marcia slaved
below, her body glistening from the effort in postules of lust-sweat, and
Frank groaned and shoved down upon her face, his tongue licking his lips in
anticipation of the final maddening release he knew to be soon coming.

Dimly Patty realized that he was going to cum in her mouth, and when he
did, she would surely struggle. His hot surging sperm would hopelessly
overwhelm her throat and stomach and she would be flooded by the torrent.
He'd kill her, she knew it!

And as horrified she watched, Frank jerked back, releasing his penis
from the warm folds of Marcia's lips, and he held the quivering erectile,
its angry red glans a scant two inches from the still hungry, still
yearning mouth. Then, as if the gates of a giant dam itself had opened, a
spewing, pummeling flow of hot, white semen jetted forth from its tip, a
small river of warm milk which arched like a rainbow and shot straight into
the waiting cauldron of Marcia's cheeks. The thick, bursting squirts
streamed continuously, filling her mouth to the brim and she swallowed
voraciously, attempting not to lose one precious drop. The hot, virile
fluid slid down her gulping throat, her Adam's apple bobbing like a yo-yo
gone crazy and the penis kept ejaculating into her face. Some of the cum
missed and rolled around her lips and dribbled down her cheeks and against
the cushions, and more flowed against her nose, into her dilated nostrils,
but she took no notice. Patty groaned at the obscene sight of her girl
friend inflicting herself with the humiliation of swallowing Frank's
gushing sperm, as his cock continued its monumental outburst of strings of
seminal fluid which connected his penis with her face like a giant white
spider web.

As Patty watched, Marcia desperately lifted her head off the cushions to
take Frank's rapidly deflating penis between her lips, and then Patty felt
Val's hands leave her hips as he arched his back in a wild animalistic cry
of lust and then he crushed forward, the weight of his leaden cock ramming 
itself to its hilt. She gave a sharp howl of pain, her legs flung wide to
alleviate some of the hurt, her toes digging fruitlessly into the patio.
Then she tightened her buttocks together in a desperate, but useless
attempt to keep his pounding cock from tormenting her deeper.

"Come on," he hissed, "Back more, shove back more!"

"I can't, Val. Oh, its too much!" Tears of agony stained her face,
washing the carefully applied makeup down her cheeks. Yet her whole body
yearned for fulfillment, and she twitched and wiggled and groaned with
abandonment, welcoming the delicious torture his passion hardened rod was
giving. He sank into her again, and her face contorted with cries of
ecstasy.

"AAAggggggghhhh!" she groaned, and Val took the swelling, writhing
cheeks of her buttocks again and pulled her tightly back to him. She raised
them at the same time so that the smooth, now wet folds of her rectum held
him tightly until she could feel every parcel of his rigid column. She
moaned incoherently and capitulated to the wonderfulness of madness she'd
never known before. The lure of the flesh was a drug upon her mind, as much
a drug as the marijuana cigarettes she'd smoked. Her fogged brain reeled
pagan debauchery and she screwed her ass tightly back against his driving
pelvis and his balls pressed hard against the wet, wide-stretched
perforation of her vulva, and his soft, hair-covered skin prodded teasingly
against her tiny, wounded anus, sending shivers of lewd enchantment surging
through her raging nerve ends.

There was nothing left in this world; no tomorrow, no yesterday, no
Larry. Nothing except the deep, dark hole of her lust and flesh of this
stranger's instrument, and the smack of his belly flattening her ass cheek
with each powerful lunge of his hips.

"Ooooohh, yes yes yes!" she mewled. "Harder! Harder! Harder! Fuck me
harder in the asshole! Give it to meeee!" she begged uncontrollably,
gasping at her approaching orgasm. She was no longer human as she twisted
and contorted beneath her wildly bucking rider, her legs splayed wide
apart, her ass blush-red from the naked intrusion upon it. She was
white-hot, her head and long reddish-blonde hair tossing wildly, her mouth
open with abandon. Her legs quivered as she spiraled her ravenously hungry
anus back up against Val's slippery, plunging shaft. Tiny devils danced
relentlessly through her blood, probing her tissues and marrow with the
fiery tips of their three-pronged forks, and her rectum seethed for
release. She was seconds from cumming, and the sweat poured from her pores
and into the hollowing of her back as she strove wildly for her conclusion.

And then it happened!

Val clamped his mouth shut and gritted an oath through his firm jaw. His
hot sperm gurgled like the backing up of a great reservoir of hot seething
lava, and then jetted inside her belly in vast, gushing torrents. His cock
jerked and bolted like a crazed stallion, oozing and pumping and shooting
the orgiastic liquid in seeming bucketfuls from his vengefully emptying
balls into her warm, moist anus. She gripped her buttocks together so that 
the tight, elastic ring which encircled Val's throbbing penis would hold
the depleting seminal fluid. Finally the pouring turned into a thin
trickle, and she suddenly became aware through her own passion that his
climax had passed, and his penis began to deflate as he groaned out his
contentment from the release.

"Nooo!" she wailed. Nooo, darling, don't stop! Don't pull out! I want
to cummmmm! she sobbed, frustration making her beg and pound her feet on
the tile. She squeezed her buttocks harder against his softening penis, her
cum but an infinitesimal second away, and she cried out to Frank to shove,
to pump, to use his rapidly deflating cock for one last lunge.

Val needed no inducement. His heavy body dropped down on her ravaged
form like a sack of cement, smashing her fully to the patio, his still
half-rigid cock pushing the now widely stretched and unresisting rectum
before it in rippling waves of cruel passion.

It was all that was needed for Patty. She yelled from his brutal
impalement and surprise action, but as her greedy flesh clasped around the
cudgel hungrily, his balls smacking her hair-covered cunt, she groaned with
relief at the filling of her ass, and she groveled pitifully as the
expanding cock again dug into her like a jackhammer.

"I'm I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!" Her hands reached behind and stretched
the moons of her buttocks wide, skewering her ass up against Val's cock in
a maniacal, frenzy, wanting him deeper and deeper in her wide-splayed hole.
His cum dribbled down the split and mingled with her shooting vaginal
juices and drooled over his swinging balls as they rubbed against her
crotch. Bright flashes filled the sky as Patty continued to grunt out her
climax, her orgasm releasing more fluids which rivered their way down to
flow with the rest of the wetness. She bounced her ass cheeks and threw her
head from side to side, and then she fell flat, spent and almost comatose.
She never felt Val's cock slip from her rectum, all wilted and brown like a
wilted head of lettuce, or saw the lewd, satiated grin on his face.

Neither did she see the slender shadow which was beside the oleander
bushes, next to the patio. She would have cared about the dark figure which
lurked unobtrusively, for she had certainly never anticipated being seen in
such a lewd, depraved act that she had just been a part of. But the night
hid the man from her eyes, and he had wisely kept silent, but his eyes
fairly glowed with lust and the saliva edged from his panting jaws and
pooled upon the ground.

He rubbed his hands together, then as Patty burst apart with her climax
and collapsed to the tile, he turned and with a dry, quiet chuckle walked
back into the house.

Yes, he thought, that was a fine piece out there, a very fine piece of
ass. I'd like to add that trophy to my collection. I'd like to feel her
sweet young lips clamped around my cock, and see her suck me to cumming.
Yes, and I'll have just that or my name isn't Rick Renault the Third!

He wiped his wet chin and smoothed out the smog-gray mustache which
lined his upper lip. He thought about ways of seducing the girl, turning 
over in his mind a thousand plots which the years of venal skullduggery had
filed away. Then he hit upon one of the simplest, most foolproof of them
all.

"All I need is a pretext to get her here," he reasoned to himself as he
strode quickly to the bedroom where the guests' coats and belongings were
located. "Now I believe her purse is in here. Hmm

It took but one moment for the deftly fingered man to locate Patty's
purse among the effects, and after making sure nobody was around, he took
the purse and rifled it. He held up a small, gold compact, heavily scrolled
and very beautiful. He opened it and read the inscription:

"'To my darling wife with eternal love, Larry.'" He smiled at the
romantic thought. "Isn't that sweet of him?" he said. "Well, Larry, you
don't know it, but your generosity is going to help me debauch your wife.
You're going to betray her. Tomorrow!"

Renault laughed gleefully at the ironic thought, and pocketing the
compact he put everything back as it was and left the room to rejoin the
sleeping Barbara Davis

Chapter 5

Patty was watching a game show on television when the telephone rang at
one o'clock the next afternoon. She was drowsing in one of Marcia's easy
chairs, not particularly concentrating on the flickering TV screen. She
hadn't slept at all last night, simply lying awake in the large double bed
next to Marcia, staring at the darkened ceiling and reliving in her mind
the jumbled events of the evening the marijuana, the lewd shameless orgy
she had witnessed and been part of. The entire time, she had tried to make
herself feel low, demeaned, the worst kind of harlot, "A gutter whore" as
Tom Jennings, her father-in-law, had called her, but she had felt nothing.
It was as if that evening, and all that had happened in that evening, had
purged her of all guilt, all shame, all inhibitions yes, even all emotion.
She was barren inside now, somehow void of any normal reactions to the
totally alien acts which she had perpetrated upon her body and upon her
mind in the past two days. She was a shell, a lump of clay, no longer even
certain about her previously desperate love for her husband, Larry
Jennings; no longer even certain that she cared for him at all, or that she
cared for anything. She had moved about the house this morning in a kind of
listless daze, causing Marcia to ask if there was anything the matter,
answering that there wasn't, she was just not feeling too well, but nothing
serious. Marcia had clucked sympathetically, smiled tenderly at her, and
left for work. Patty had spent the morning just sitting in front of the
television, staring at the rectangular tube, not thinking about anything
really, her mind blank.

Now, as she passed slowly toward the hallway telephone to silence its 
insistent ringing, she was still not thinking, still not reacting. She was
only existing.

She picked up the receiver and said hello, and a familiar male voice
said, "Is this Patty? Patty Jennings?"

"Well, good afternoon," the voice said, and she recognized it then as
belonging to Rick Renault, the graying, leathery-skinned man who had given
the party the previous night. "How are you feeling today, my dear?"

"Just fine," Patty answered automatically and without emotion.

"I'm glad I found you home," Renault said.

My houseboy found something while he was cleaning up this morning and
turned it over to me. I believe it belongs to you."

"What is it?"

"A gold compact," Renault told her. "It is inscribed 'To my darling wife
with eternal love, Larry.' Your husband's name is Larry, is it not, my
dear?"

Yes. Yes, it is."

"It must have fallen from your purse somehow last evening. I'm sure you
would like to have it back, and I thought that if you weren't doing
anything this afternoon you might like to drop by and pick it up."

"Well" Patty began, and then, "I'm afraid I don't have any way to get
to your home

"If you would like to take a cab," Renault said, "I'll be more than
happy to pay for it."

Patty considered. Why not? she thought, disinterested one way or the
other. She didn't really feel much like sitting here in this lonely duplex,
waiting for Marcia to come home from work, waiting for night to come, and
night to turn into another day, and then into another night, and then into
Oh God, it was all so futile and useless; life was futile and useless, it
seemed. It was really funny, she reflected, how a person can change so
drastically in so short a period of time

"Yes," she said at length, "I'd like to come out and pick up the
compact, Mr. Renault."

"Rick, please," Renault said smoothly. "I'll send the cab for you
directly, my dear."

She hung up and returned to the living room and stared at the
television. She thought about changing out of the thin sweater and short
skirt she wore, putting on the bra and panties she did not now have on
beneath them, and perhaps a dress or something more appropriate for
calling, but she didn't move from the chair. The social amenities, proper
appearances, how foolish and unimportant they seemed to her now!

The cab arrived ten minutes later, honking its horn out front. Patty
went out and got into the back seat, and it seemed that she had just closed
the door when they were pulling up before the Renault mansion in St.
Francis Woods. The driver tipped his cap, smiling, as he stepped out and
opened the door for her; she only nodded perfunctorily and started up the
winding red-brick path toward the wide oak front door of the dwelling.

Renault himself answered her ring. He was dressed in a mock turtleneck
shirt and dove-gray slacks that matched his precise mustache and wavy hair,
and he was smiling charmingly. "Come in, my dear," he said, taking her
hand. "You look lovely, today."

"Thank you," she replied, knowing that she did not look lovely, that she
only looked tired and harried and defeated. She allowed him to lead her
along the marbled hallway, into the study where she had seen Marcia and
Frank Harrel orally fucking the night before. The French doors were closed,
the drapes drawn, but she was able to look through them in her mind to see
the patio where she had permitted Val Robbins to mercilessly pillage her
anal passage; and make her enjoy it, she thought perfunctorily. The study
itself was very dark, and she noticed without really seeing then that a
large 8-millimeter movie projector on a metal stand sat off on one side of
the leather couch, and a wide viewing screen had been set up directly in
front of it.

Renault smiled at her in his disarming way as they entered and he closed
the door, closing off the light from the hallway. The room's only
illumination was from a hammered curio lamp which sat on a table near the
projector. Renault walked to the table and picked up the gold compact Larry
had given her as a birthday present while they were still engaged, and
brought it to her, saying, "There you are, my dear. I even had the houseboy
polish it for you."

You're very kind, Patty said. Her tone was mechanical.

"Not at all," Renault beamed. Now then, would you care for a drink? I
have some fine imported brandy from France, or some excellent Scotch.

No, I don't think so.

Renault steered her gently toward the couch.

"I have something else, then, which you might enjoy," he said. He waited
until she had seated herself, sitting rather primly on one of the cushions,
and then he moved away, only to return moments later with the same
sculptured silver cigarette box he had passed around last evening. He
flipped the top open, extending the box to her.

"These are Acapulco Gold, my dear, the finest quality marijuana you can
buy. I only use them on, ah, somewhat special occasions."

Patty stared into the box with a faint revulsion. She was about to
decline his offer, tell him to take the marijuana cigarettes away, but then
something strange and perverse seized hold of her. A part of her brain
recalled the pleasant, euphoric feeling the grass had induced in her the
previous night, the total relaxation she had experienced, and suddenly she
wanted one of the little brown weeds; perhaps it would snap her out of her
abject fatalism, at least momentarily, give her a moment's respite from the
terrible, utter feeling of desertion, of emptiness which was now consuming
her body and her very essence.

She reached out and selected one of the cigarettes, placing it between
her lips. Renault smiled, moistening his own lips, touching his gray
mustache with the tips of his fingers. He produced a gold lighter, snapped 
it open and flicked the flint wheel; flame burst upward and he held it to
the tip of the cigarette. Patty sucked the sweet, hot smoke deep into her
lungs, held it there, released it slowly the way she had been taught the
night before. Then she expelled it, inhaled again, repeating the process.

Renault sat down beside her and lit one of the muggles for himself. He
inhaled deeply, watching Patty covetously out of the corner of his eye.
They sat in silence, smoking in the darkened room, and as the brown
cylinder burned down almost to her fingers, to nothing more than a thin
ash, Patty began to experience a certain diminishing of her depression. She
was feeling better now, yes, she was feeling much better but not quite
good enough. She turned to Renault, smiling a little. "Would it be all
right if I had another, Rick?"

"Of course, my dear," Renault said with solicitous enthusiasm. He opened
the box again, waiting until she had taken another marijuana cigarette from
inside, and then lit it with his lighter.

When that second muggle was nothing but dead ash, Patty was feeling
buoyant, almost happy, almost alive again. She closed her eyes, leaning
back against the pliant cushions of the couch. She began to giggle softly,
for no apparent reason, luxuriating in the coolness of the leather against
her neck, beneath her hands. She said between the soft girlish sounds,
"You're a very nice man, do you know that, Rick? You really are a very nice
man to make me feel this good when I was feeling so bad."

"Thank you, my dear," Renault said. "But why were you feeling so bad?"

"It's a long story," she told him. "A long, long story. I'll tell you
about it sometime. But not now, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're a very nice man," she repeated through her rising haze. "I like
you, Rick."

He touched her hand, and his touch seemed somehow to cause little
tingles of electricity to course up along her arm. She could feel a warmth
growing in her belly, and she knew that it was the beginnings of sexual
arousal, unwanted arousal that she could not stop. She had a sudden,
desperate urge to run, to get out of there, out of that house, away from
this man, but then the urge passed and she felt good and warm again,
letting the prurient sensations drift downward into her vagina and begin
the first flowings of her feminine juices from her naked crotch beneath the
short skirt.

Renault continued to stroke her hand, moving closer to her on the
cushions until his leg was pressed against hers. He said in a soft, husky
voice, "Would you like to see some movies, Patty?"

"Movies?" she asked, her eyes still closed, feeling her nipples harden
beneath the thin sweater.

"Yes," Renault said. "Very special movies. Very special movies, indeed."

"What are they about?"

"About love," Renault said. "About love and fulfillment in strange new
ways."

"Ummmm!" Patty said. "Yes, that sounds nice!"

"Shall I show them, then?"

"Yes, please do."

Renault released her hand and stood up. Patty opened her eyes, watching
dreamily as he moved to where the projector sat. The film was already
threaded, ready to be shown, and Renault reached down to flick off the
curio lamp, plunging the room into immediate darkness; then he put on the
projector, and a square of light danced onto the screen in front of the
couch, the projector making a pleasant whirring sound in Patty's ears.

After a moment, a large, oak-paneled bedroom, in full rich color,
appeared on the screen. At first it seemed empty, but then a young girl
with short raven hair came into view, completely nude, walking slowly
toward a wide, turned-down king-size bed in the center of the room. Patty,
watching phantasmagorically, marveled at the girl's full, globular breasts,
the nipples a dark, rich color against their still darken areoles. As she
lay down on the double bed, Patty could see that her pubic mound was
covered with a dark, thick thatch of curling down and when she opened her
legs in an attitude of complete relaxation, Patty's eyes focused directly
on the pink, wetly glistening folds of her fluted vaginal lips with their
secret, fully erect clitoris.

She's already aroused, Patty thought, she's very excited. She felt her
own juices still flowing, lubricating her entire vaginal slit now, forming
little wet pools on the slick leather of the couch beneath her; she
squirmed her buttocks against the yielding cowhide, feeling her skirt slide
up and the backs of her naked thighs come into contact with the coolness.
Dimly, from somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice seemed to be trying
to tell her that what she was seeing was not an ordinary cinematic film,
was in fact one of those "blue movies" her absent husband had told her
about once, the kind they showed at stag parties and smokers, the kind that
depicted, in great detail, all manner of lewd and perverted acts. But
somehow, the voice never penetrated any further into her conscious mind
than that first dim whispering; the increasing arousal of her own body
brought about by the marijuana and now the sight on the screen of the
young, nubile girl's nudity and the nearness of Rick Renault were all that
mattered.

Patty felt Renault slide over next to her, taking her hand in his and
putting his leathery face close to hers. His breath was hot and smelled of
mouthwash and faintly of sen-sen. He began to stroke her hand rhythmically
now, up and down, up and down, and Patty felt her nipples harden into
granite chips beneath her sweater.

On the screen, the young girl began to slowly undulate her buttocks, her
eyes tightly closed, her mouth slightly parted. She's thinking about her
lover, Patty thought hazedly. She's thinking about him making love to her,
kissing her and putting his huge penis into those sweetly parted young cunt
lips of hers

The rise and fall of the girl's firm, erect breasts increased with her 
excitement, with the vision she was experiencing in her mind, and her hips
began to rotate faster and faster on the bed. One of her slim white hands
left the spread beside her and began to slowly, teasingly, massage her own
breasts, squeezing the berrylike nipples with tantalizing movements of her
thumb and forefinger. She continued this rubbing, teasing motion for a long
moment and then she moved her hand away from her breasts and down through
her dark silky pubic fleece, placing the palm flat against her abdomen with
the fingers splayed wide in her crotch, playing in the lust-dripping
furrow, tickling the throbbing phallus of her clitoris with her middle
finger and then sliding it slowly, down to the entrance to her vaginal
chamber, dipping it inside, swirling it around inside her deliciously
oozing cunt.

Patty's own hips seemed to be moving in time to the girl's and when she
felt one of Renault's hands cease its stroking, pull away, and then return
moments later to place another of the heady cigarettes between her lips,
she did not protest. He lighted it and she sucked slavishly the sick, oddly
sweet smoke full into her lungs, held it, exhaled, sucked again, held it
The colors of the movie seemed to inexplicably brighten, to become vividly
and richly beautiful, adding perspective to the scene she was witnessing,
making the girl seem to be in the very room with them. Patty's own sexual
fervor, not intense, almost overpowering, grew attuned to the girl's, so
that her hips were flailing in the same mad fervor of motion; she wanted to
reach down, touch her own cunt, her own clit, but there was no need for
that, no, because Renault's hand was on her leg now, moving upward
insinuatingly toward her naked, unprotected pussy! She drew more of the
smooth, hot smoke into her lungs, tensing her body, watching the girl on
the screen masturbate, waiting for Renault's upward moving fingers to come
in contact with her cunt. And then they did, and she heard him gasp as he
discovered for the first time that she wasn't wearing any panties. His
fingers, crab-like, seized the soft hairlined objective which he sought,
digging into the moist warm flesh, finding her clit, rubbing it maddeningly
as the girl in the film was rubbing hers. Patty felt delicious waves of
passion flood through her at Renault's touch, and she squirmed downward on
the cushion, trying to move her insatiable pussy closer to his probing
digits. His other hand had left her hand and forearm now and was snaking up
across her belly, under the thin sweater, searching out and finally
grasping one of her warm, spongy breasts. His breath burst out from between
his lips in a ragged gasp, blowing into her ear, sending little ripples of
excitement down along her neck. He teased the nipple, rolling it back and
forth as he was doing to her clit..

This is wrong, she thought, this is terribly wrong, this man is old
enough to be my grandfather! But she made no move to stop his ravagement of
her flesh, enthralled by the rapacious lust which had seized control of her
being, by the swirling dreaminess of the muggles she had smoked. She sucked
in more of the marijuana smoke, feeling the heat of the flame against her
lips as it burned down all the way but not caring, reveling in the 
wonderful, euphoric, aroused state which she was in.

Suddenly, on the screen, just as the young girl seemed at the very point
of climax, her hips lashing the bed with insane fury, her fingers working
like some maniacal instrument of self-inflicting torture in her open,
widespread cunt, a second girl appeared in the view of Patty and Renault.
She too was nude, a tall buxom redhead with freckled white skin and large,
almost pendulous breasts and a sensuous triangle of sparse pubic hair that
was an almost carroty red color, much brighter than Patty's reddish-gold
triangle. The redhead walked very slowly toward the girl on the bed, her
eyes fastened on the manipulations of her finger in her cunt She sat down
beside the young girl, heavily on the bed, and the girl abruptly ceased her
frantic climb toward release, her eyes flying open to stare in what seemed
to be utter horror at the redhead. She tried to scuttle away on the bed,
but the redhead caught her arm and held her, smiling lewdly, saying
something to her in what Patty thought dimly was probably a soothing tone.
After a moment, the young girl nodded convulsively, and the redhead smiled
again and then stretched out full on the bed, opening her slender legs wide
to expose her pink little cuntal passage, fringed with the carroty hair,
secreting little rivulets of her juices which moistened and sheened the
petal-like folds of her pussy. The young girl moistened her lips, looking a
little frightened, hesitating; but the redhead urged her on with assuring
motions, and finally the girl moved downward on the bed, climbing over
between the redhead's widely spread legs. The angle of the camera switched,
moved in from the side very close to the girl who was licking her lips with
her long pink tongue again, her raven head poised over the flaming slit.
The redhead arched her hips, drawing her legs up, opening wider her
glistening vagina-and suddenly, the girl's head dipped, dipped hungrily
into the moist waiting furrow, the long pink tongue snaking out to flick
inside the gently throbbing mouth, lick up along the cuntal lips to locate
the large, distended clit. The girl took the miniature phallus between her
short, sharp white teeth and began to nibble it as if it was a piece of
birthday candy, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her fingers digging into
the redheaded girl's upper thighs and pelvis. The redhead flailed her head
from side to side with wild abandonment, totally lost now in the salacious
lesbian suckings of the young girl in her tremulous, burning crotch.

I wish it was my cunt, I wish it was mine! Patty's drug-fogged brain
thought. I wish she was licking and sucking my pussy the way Marcia licked
and sucked it the other night, I wish I was that redhead and that Marcia
was that young girl Suddenly her mouth had opened and the same things she
was thinking were put to voice, sounding strange and distant in her ears,
"I wish it was my cunt, I wish she was licking my cunt, oh God how I wish I
she was licking my cunt!"

Renault's hands ceased their pluckings at her crotch and tits, and she
felt him shudder against her. "Would would you like me to lick your cunt,
my dear?"

"Yes," she heard herself answer, moaning. "Yes, yes, oh God, 
yesyesyesyes!"

Renault took his fingers from between her open legs, from her swollen,
tender breasts and pushed the short skirt up around her waist, exposing her
pubic area to his feverish, salacious eyes. Spittle ran from the corners of
his mouth in anticipatory lust at the act he was about to perform upon her.
He stared at the juicy, lubricious sight for a long moment and then he
pressed forward, turning Patty on the couch, lying her its full length,
lifting one of her smooth, creamy thighs and placing it over the couch's
back, pushing the other down until her toes touched the floor so that the
whole of her passion inflamed pussy was spread magnificently open to him.
Then he scrambled backward, positioning himself, and with a gasping cry of
ecstasy plunged his head forward, snaking his long, slavering tongue out
and ramming it expertly into her cuntal opening as his nose buried itself
in the sweetly-smelling fluids of her open vagina.

Patty gurgled delightedly as his hot, long probe snaked into her cuntal
passage, and her hands came up to entangle themselves in his wavy gray
hair, pressing his face tighter to her desiring vaginal mouth. Wave after
wave of fantastic, debauched pleasure rolled over her as Renault sucked and
licked her steaming pussy, driving his tongue like a hard, miniature cock
deep into her vaginal tunnel, groveling in her flowing liquids.

Patty turned her lust and drug-filled eyes toward the screen once again,
and the sight she saw there caused her hands to tighten convulsively in
Renault's hair, urging him onward to more profuse sucklings of her
passion-drenched slit. The young girl was still wildly mouthing the
redhead's cunt, just as Renault was now doing to hers; the redhead's legs
were clasped tightly around the girl's neck, locked together there at the
ankles to form a necklace of flesh, and her buttocks were upraised toward
the ceiling, a lewd offering to the pagan ritualistic act of cunnilingus
the girl was performing with lips, tongue, nose, cheeks. But a new
dimension had been added, a new character in this cinematic orgy she was
witnessing.

A dog!

A giant, sleek greyhound!

The great gray animal was standing at the foot of the bed, having
apparently just bounded there, its wide, slavering mouth parted and its
long, red tongue lolling wetly out of one side. As Patty watched, it moved
forward and began to nuzzle the young girl's waving, undulating rear end.
The cold nose startled her, caused her to cease her mad tonguings of the
redhead's cunt; but the redhead wrapped her hands in the girl's hair, as
Patty's were wrapped in Renault's, and urged the girl onward. She began to
lick and suck once again, and the greyhound, tail wagging, lowered its
massive head to the girl's quivering, well lubricated crotch, just below
the jiggling ass cheeks. Then the dog's long, hot tongue furled out and
began to lick the petalled edges of the girl's sweet young pussy, licking
upward with enjoyment the full expanse of her crevice, from cunt to anus
and back again. The girl was trembling almost mindlessly, her head like a 
dervish in the redhead's uplifted furrow, and the redhead tossed and
flailed and raised her buttocks still higher to the girl's glistening,
fluid-drenched face.

"I'm going to to cum!" Patty cried then, feeling the vortex of her
unquenchable passion spiral toward release as Renault's driving, twisting
head with its poker-hot, penis-hard tongue jabbing into her vagina worked
below. "Oh, yes Rick, I'm going to cum, I can feel it!"

Abruptly, he stopped, lifting his head, and she could see her juices
dripping down along his chin, see him wipe them away with a quick flick of
his pink tongue. "No," he said, "no, Patty, no don't cum. Not yet."

She tried to push his head back to her squirming crotch, but his neck
muscles stiffened, resisting. "No," he persisted, "I want you to do
something for me first. Will you do it?"

She didn't think to ask what it was he wanted; the only thing for her at
that moment, the only world in which she existed, was the seething cauldron
of impending orgasm which fired her body. "Yes!" she wailed. Yes, oh yes
anything, anythingggggg!

Renault, an evil, grotesque, gargoyle leer on his aged face, pulled back
away from her and deftly, quickly unzipped the fly on his gray slacks. He
jerked his hand inside and brought out his cock, long and thin and faintly
wrinkled even in its oscillating rigidity, the head purplish-red in the
flickering light from the movie screen and coated with a thin sheen of
seminal emission. He held it toward her, as if offering her a great and
honored treasure.

"I want you to suck it, Patty dear," he croaked. "I want you to suck my
cock while I lick your cunt. That way, we can cum together. Won't it be
lovely if we cum together that way?"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Lovely, lovely!" But she wasn't really hearing his
words in her own total abandonment to the ecstatic pleasures which rippled
along and through her body. And when Renault put his hands on her waist,
lifting her into a sitting position, and then wormed his own body out full
length on the couch, she didn't resist in any way; she was a puppet, and he
was her master and she would do as he bid. He raised her up then,
commanding, "Lay on me upside down and drape your legs out over the arm of
the couch. There, that's it. Now scoot back, dear, so I can taste your cunt
again. Aaahhhhh, that's it! Mmmmmmmm!"

She felt his huge, hot, wet tongue slide into her vagina again and she
cried out in rapturement. His hands came up over her buttocks, kneading and
spreading them as he sucked her cuntal passage, and then she felt his
finger probing her anal opening, teasing the sphincter ring and finally
insinuating itself into her rectum to the first knuckle. It felt so small,
so small in comparison with Val Robbin's huge cock of the night before, but
when he rammed the digit to the second knuckle she cried out in pain and
joy, the muscles of her rectal tunnel clasping and accepting the invading
member. He began to worm it around inside, sending it still deeper,
suckling her cunt like a wild man now, making little mewling sounds of 
delight in his throat.

Patty became aware, even through the insane lustful wonderment of her
passion, of the masculine wafting odor of his genitals, of the nearness of
his stiff, bloated cock. She remembered his command and she opened her
eyes, closed since she had been ordered to lie down over him. She saw the
great, slim member then, saw it standing upright in the dancing light like
an obscene totem pole erected to some pagan spirit. It seemed to waver
before her eyes, and she was fascinated by it, as a cobra is fascinated by
the music of a fakir's flute. She reached out hypnotically with one of her
hands and grasped it at the base, holding it in the circle of her thumb and
forefinger, squeezing it, staring at it. And then she remembered Renault's
command to suck him, to take his cock into her mouth. A part of her mind
tried to rebel again, tried to tell her that such a thing was wrong, that
she should not do for this man what she had never done for her own husband.
But the very vile nature of the depraved act excited her even more, and all
vestiges of her remaining inhibitions left her. She wanted to suck his
cock, yes she wanted to suck this older man's hardened cock, take it all in
her mouth, lick it and suck it and give him pleasure the way he was giving
her pleasure in her cunt and in her rectum!

With a groan of tormented lust, Patty guided Renault's large, wet,
rockhard shaft to her lips. She tasted the faintly acrid saltiness of the
seminal lubrication sliming the glans and felt the great bloated head
resting against their petal softness; and then she opened her mouth and
took the head inside, acutely aware of Renault's burgeoning tongue and
driving finger, and her hot moist cavern began to suck slowly,
rhythmically, the hard flesh. She ran her tongue wetly around the head,
easing the tip into the unseeing eye, eliciting moans of lusting pleasure
from his buried head in her crotch. Then her head pumping wildly, crazily
up and down, licking and reveling the great shaft between her convoluting
lips, wondering with an alien part that she had not known existed in her
mind how she could never have wanted to suck a man before, never have
wanted to taste a hot, hard male organ in her mouth. It felt so good, so
good, oh God she could feel her cum beginning to build inside her again,
build and build as Renault tongued her cunt and probed mercilessly in her
anus with his finger, and she began to suck him faster and faster, tasting
the rigid shaft as it slammed all the way back against her larynx, fondling
Renault's bloated, sperm laden balls now, cupping them tenderly in her
hand, squeezing them gently, lovingly.

Suddenly, she remembered the movie screen and her eyes flew sideways to
look once more upon the technicolor images which danced there. The sight
she beheld now was more disgusting and yet more enticing than any she could
have imagined. The young girl was still wildly mouthing the redhead's
cuntal opening, and the redhead's legs were still clasped tightly about the
girl's neck, her own buttocks still upturned high into the young, gleaming
face slavering between her legs. But the greyhound had mounted the girl
from behind, and Patty could see its huge forepaws sawing wildly at her 
sides and its large wet, crimson penis standing erect from its furry loins
as its hind paws danced on the bed. The girl reached behind her as Patty
watched, her hips wildly rotating in anticipation of the soon-to-be
invasion of the dog's great prick, and grasped the pink, glistening member
firmly, guiding it toward her upturned crotch. She moved her knees out
wildly, opening her cuntal mouth in preparation for the greyhound's
entrance. Then she had the wet cock of the animal at her vaginal opening,
still sucking and madly licking the redhead's churning cunt, and aimed it
inside, parted the soft, sparse pubic hair with the tip and managing to
insert the slippery head into her squirming passage. The greyhound needed
no further encouragement; it bucked forward savagely, driving its large
pole deep into her soft pink cunt. The dog's great hairy testicles bounced
against her lust soaked pubic hair as it thrust with impossible speed into
her, its long tongue lolling out of the side of its panting mouth, its
forepaws circling her belly in a tight lover's embrace. The girl's firm,
ripe breasts danced a macabre fertility ritual, bouncing up against the
redhead's slickly wet buttock cheeks, and her head seemed to be moving in
the redhead's furrow almost as fast as the animal was pistoning its animal
cock into her cunt from behind.

Patty, driven to heights of lust-pleasure that were unbearable now by
the face burrowed in her crotch, by the cock buried in her mouth and the
finger buried in her asshole, by the insanely perverted action on the movie
screen, knew she was going to cum any second. Little expectant mewls of
overwhelming desire gurgled from her throat, past Renault's steaming prick
as she began to suck him harder with her soft, warm mouth. He was making
sounds, too, in her furrow, his tonguings seeming to be hotter now, more
abandoned than before and his balls cupped in her hand were churning as if
with a life of their own; she knew his release was only moments away, the
same as hers.

He was right, he was right, we are going to cum together, oh God,
lovely, lovely, lovely, we're going to cum together!

Her eyes went to the screen again, saw the greyhound jerking into the
young girl's cunt with its hot, wet probe faster and faster. Her torso
whipped crazily from side to side, and the redhaired woman's head was
flailing insanely. They're going to cum too, Patty thought, all of them,
all five of us are going to cum together, I never knew there could be such
sheer, pure joy in all the universe

The young girl rammed her buttocks back against the animal with renewed
frenzy as her orgasm took hold of her; and then the dog was cumming too,
spewing great gushers of molten sperm deep into her belly, overflowing her
passage so that rivers of the hot white liquid oozed out from her vagina as
it sought to milk every last drop from the dog's great prick, oozed down
along the backs of her thighs to form puddles on the bed at her knees. The
redhead was climaxing now as well, and she whipped her head up off the bed,
holding it stiff, her eyes glazed over and unseeing as her release flowed
and flowed and flowed through her

I'm cumming too I'm cumming too cumming, cumming, aaagghh
cuuummmmiiiinnnngggggg!

Patty's passion-crazed brain chanted the silent words as she felt her
own orgasm seize her and render her deliciously, rapturously mindless,
sending her into orbit, out far, far into space where no human had ever
gone before. She jerked and convulsed, swirling her buttocks into Renault's
face, flowing her juices down over his face, inundating it, drowning him.
Her lips worked feverishly around his cock, cupping and squeezing his
balls, and then suddenly he flexed upward, burying his tumescent shaft to
the hilt in her throat and she felt the first jetting spurts of cum erupt
along his urethra tube and through the glans opening and into her mouth,
filling it. Her throat worked, tightening and untightening as the great
tidal flood of semen, of burning cum juice, rushed into her wildly ovaling
mouth. She swallowed frantically to keep from choking on his foaming seed,
her cheeks hollowing again and again as she drank every last droplet of his
ejaculation..

Moments later, all too brief those moments, her climax waned. As it did,
she felt Renault's slippery now flaccid prick slide from between her lips
with a wet sluicing noise, and she collapsed forward, her head cradled on
his wizened thighs, her hands still cradling the soft, now-almost-flat
brown sack of his scrotum. Dimly, through satiated, drowsily,
marijuana-deadened eyes, she saw the color images again, saw the young girl
lying with her wet cheek on the redhead's belly, her eyes tightly shut and
a beatific smile on her lips while the redhead gratefully, tenderly stroked
her raven hair, smiling a small fulfilled smile of her own. And the
greyhound, its tail wagging, licked at the girl's sweat-slick ass cheeks as
if wanting to thank her, and the now-still moons, for the great enjoyment
of only moments earlier.

Then, abruptly, the film ended and there was only the white square of
flickering light on the screen again. Patty's eyes closed, feeling
Renault's hands relax on her buttocks, his finger still impaled in her anus
but his face now unmoving in her satiated crotch. Moments later, she had
fallen into a deep, dreamless stuporous sleep.

Chapter 6

Patty awoke to the sound of a dog howling in the distance. It sounded
like the dog in the film, she thought blurriedly as she looked up at the
ceiling.

She frowned, confused. Where was she? It didn't look like the ceiling in
Marcia's bedroom, the powder blue one with the single light fixture no, it
was another room in a strange house and there was a different odor. She
moaned slightly from the odd situation she found herself in, trying to
place the smell which assailed her nostrils like something raw and savage. 
She started to move and then groaned, for her muscles were sore between her
thighs and it was hard for her to move them. She lay still until the pain
went away.

Her stomach felt funny and full. It was all warm inside, as though a
gently implanted coal was there, emitting a non-burning but soothing soft
radiance. She let one of her arms fall away from her naked breasts,
stretching slightly, and then she froze!

There was something next to her, soft and warm like like a man's body!
She held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Her mouth gaped
open as suddenly her eyes focused on the brown skinned back lying on the
couch next to her.

And then it all came back to her!

She clenched her eyes tightly shut from the remembrances. The beginning
with Rick Renault's patently false excuse to lure her to his den of
iniquity. Then the marijuana, the smoke filling her lungs with intense
desires, and then the films, the lewd, perverted movies of the two lesbians
and the giant dog, and then her own wild twisting and churning body as it
yearned for sexual release. She had succumbed like a harlot of pagan Rome
to the rituals of lovemaking, obliterating her inhibitions and prejudices,
which were already seriously destroyed by the ordeal of the past few days.
And that smell was one of consummated sex which covered both her and the
sleeping man beside her after the salacious orgy of the afternoon. Three
women, one man and one dog all lusting, all climaxing together! Oh how
sick! How wretched!

And she remembered too, the eruption of Renault's aging sperm deep
inside her young gullet as she urged him on with her lips and tongue. That
white heat in her stomach, the warmth which she could feel so strongly, was
from the great pool of hot, white semen that he had emptied into her belly.
She had begged for him to do that to her and had urged his own frantic
licking and sucking of her vagina with all her physical being like that
same sick whore. Nothing could excuse her lapse into uncontrollable passion
with the degenerate old man, not even the small excuse of rape as she had
had with Larry's father, she had deadened her every sense of righteousness.

She turned to view the naked man beside her, shuddering with revulsion
as he shifted his thin, lined haunches. His nude form reminded Patty of an
ancient hound dog snoring in the sun a hound dog of inexpressible evilness
which would soon be on the hunt again to ensnare her sweet pulchritude with
further debauchery. She slowly, carefully edged her way from the couch,
trying not to disturb Renault, lest he awaken and demand more from her.

She slipped quietly to the floor, smoothing the thin sweater and short
skirt, then she tiptoed to the door and peered through the open crack into
the hallway. All was dead silent, save for the regular heavy breathing of
Renault. Her thoughts raced a mile a minute. This was her chance!

She held her breath and opened the door further until she could slip
through without a noise. Cat-like, her bare feet barely touching the floor,
she continued across the vast house. A board squeaked!

She went rigid, her heart pounding in her chest, but Renault only
groaned softly and shifted to a more comfortable position. She continued to
tiptoe to the front door, and she pushed her way out to the front porch and
down the cement path. A gust of wind blew the door shut with a loud crash.
She ran as fast as she could on her tortured and wobbly legs to the street.
There was the main street of Portrero not far away. She hoped she could
reach it before Renault realized she had fled.

Patty was lucky: a bus was just discharging passengers, and uncaring
where it was going, she hopped aboard. The bus hissed and moved away from
the curb, and Patty, the horror of the situation over, sank into her seat,
a drained and hapless woman.

It took two more buses and another hour before Patty arrived back at
Marcia's house. Throughout the long rides, she kept mulling over her
predicament, her brain in a numbed state of shock. She was beyond crying,
her emotions exhausted as her bruised body was tired. But the loathing
continued to haunt her and she couldn't shake the fevered thoughts which
rampaged her ravaged mind. She was completely immersed in the feelings of
outrageous defilement which Rick Renault had so cruelly and debasedly
subjected her to.

She could not stop despising herself, nor would she ever, for the wanton
surrender to his foul, brutal raping of her cunt and mouth was a loss of
her control, and there was no denying it. Before he had finished with her
she had given back as much as she had received, her brain steeped in the
blinding passion of her own desire, her body an ungovernable mass of
seething lust. Oh God, she moaned softly to herself, she was still nothing
but a street walking slut with a strange man's hot white sperm digested in
her entrails..

She stumbled to the house, slamming the door after her impulsively. She
raced to the bedroom, the filth and degeneracy of her actions overwhelming
her mind. Quickly, almost feverishly she threw her skirt and sweater into a
heap and stood naked, rubbing her hands along her sides in a futile attempt
to cleanse her body. She looked down her breasts at the soft curve of her
stomach to her raised pubic mound, and at the matted, dried hair and her
inflamed cunt which Renault had so abandonedly manipulated with his long,
hot tongue. She thought of her sexual desires which the old man had so
callously raised into enveloping passion; she thought of how she had sucked
him off to climax and how disgusting and evil she had been. She thought of
her actions with Val Robbins, and her acceptance of Marcia's straining
lips, and the original, releasing rape of her body by her father-in-law.

Gone was the listless, lethargic barrenness of that morning. The empty
shell of her mind was once again filled by the terror and agony of her
plight. And the full impact of what she had done and what she thought of
herself hit with sledge hammer blows.

Her inner torment magnified a thousandfold, and she felt as if a
trillion tiny, unseen creatures were walking on her body, dirtying it,
defiling it so that she would never be able to be clean again. The filthy, 
unseen organisms scurried faster and faster over every inch of her velvet
flesh, trailing dung-like putrification

A low, tormented wail bubbled from Patty's lips as she ran to the
bathroom. She twisted the plastic handles on the shower taps bringing forth
a spray of water, and then she adjusted the stream almost with frantic
haste until the needles were hot, hot as the hell she felt inside her. Then
she stepped in the stall and gasped as the scalding spray beat upon her
skin, turning it bright crimson, burning off the insects which infested it.
She made no move to cool the water; instead she stood fast and endured the
pain, her mouth open, her eyes shut, enduring the lashing cascade as if it
were some cleansing, divine punishment.

For five minutes Patty withstood the torrent, blanking her mind to her
sorrow. She soaped her rectum, vagina, breasts and face in a desperate
attempt to rid herself of the dirty feeling, unsure whether she could
succeed or not. She turned off the water and stepped out to dry herself. Oh
God, will I never be wholesome again?

Briskly, almost as though she were heaping further abuse upon herself,
Patty dried with a large, fluffy towel. Her skin tingled from the water and
the toweling and glowed a burnished pink. She padded naked to the bedroom,
hoping above hope she could relieve the furnace of loathing which burned
inside her.

 And suddenly the thought of Larry flashed into her mind. The idea of
his finding out what she had been doing was more than she could bear! It
was too much! She'd betrayed her husband's pure love lowered herself to
the very depths of moral degradation and she'd never be able to face him
again. She couldn't go on this way, knowing she had lasciviously given
herself to other men, complete strangers a woman, her best girlfriend no
matter what the extenuating circumstances. She couldn't! She'd rather die
first!

The horrible alternative drifted across her brain, tormenting her
further. She weighed the methods, poison, slitting her wrists, jumping from
the Golden Gate Bridge and the consequences of actually destroying herself,
and it was too much for her confused mind to take. She sank upon the bed,
and shortly her maddened thoughts dissipated into a weary, almost lethargic
state, and with her sex exhausted body, she fell into a deep sleep.

She awoke after dark, the sounds of night coming through the open
window. "Ooohhh, my God," she groaned aloud. "What's happening to me?" She
sat up quickly, her brain reminded her of Renault again, and of her
panicked flight and of the almost hysterical trance she had been in after
arriving home. It was too much, and she screamed, hard and high. She ran to
the bureau and looked in the mirror. "My God," she moaned.

Heavy lines marred her fresh, young skin, and her eyes were sunk into
her cheeks as though she had aged ten years over night. Her body was a mass
of blush-red marks and bruises from Renault's suckling mouth, mostly
centered around her breasts and inner thighs. Her nipples seemed to feel
completely raw and she leaned against the bureau with revulsion.

"It must have been a nightmare. It must have!" she babbled incoherently
over and over to herself, still hanging onto the bureau. "I'll ask Marcia.
She'll tell me the truth, I know she will. She'll tell me I never did such
things!"

"Marcia! Marcia!" she yelled, half staggering half crawling through the
house.

There was no answer. She could see the clock on the kitchen wall as
reading after seven, which meant that Marcia should have been home from her
job by now. Where was she? Patty collapsed in the dinette chair. Then she
saw the note propped against the sugar bowl, the handwriting Marcia's
barely legible scrawl. It was a short message, but it said a thousand
words:

"Patty: I'm letting you sleep, as you looked as though you'd had a rough
day. I'm going to a party at Renault's and hope to see you there when you
get up. Your friend, Marcia."

Patty slumped to the Formica table and sobbed. Her one friend had
deserted her, not even bothering to wake her up to see if she was all right
when she, Marcia, had come home after work. Oh God, she was the vile
creature she secretly thought she was, and this only proved it! Marcia
could not stand her except in the company of other lewd and corrupt
individuals. With almost hysterical reasoning, Patty cried and moaned her
feelings of abandonment and spuriousness out, wetting the table top. Then
she stopped, completely drained of her agony, and again the fog of
incomprehension began to roll over her mind. She settled back in the chair,
whimpering with soft sounds of agony and let the blackness of the night's
uncaring attitude envelop her distraught brain, soothing away the horror
she could not face, blanking out the reality of her life.

Yes, and as she stared at the wall, the tears of her rejection drying
upon her cheeks, she wanted to escape still further, right off this horrid,
degrading planet into the spiraling eternity of the universe and she knew
how to realize this fervent wish.

With sex. After all, her body was a used, vacant pit of decay, her soul
putrescence and atrophy, her morals nonexistent and her life a hollow
vestige of degeneracy. Why not use this gangrenous form to help her fly
from her world? Why not let Val and Marcia and Renault, that ugly, vile old
man, and even the dog on the screen grovel in her carrion? At least she, in
that one brief passage of time, was able to break away and be free!

And with marijuana. That sweet haze of euphoria, that abundant supplier
of soporific pleasure which heightened her ability to get away she wanted
more, more of the evil drug to fill her nefarious blood and take over her
controls. She no longer wanted to worry, ever, about what became of her.

Like a robot, mesmerized, Patty rose from the table and slowly trod to
the bedroom again. She had only one burning idea in her mind, the abject
surrender to the goals of sex and drugs, and she knew exactly how and where
to obtain them. At Rick Renault's. Tonight. At the party Marcia had already
gone to. A thin smile of anticipation creased her otherwise bloodless lips,
and Patty arched her form before the mirror again, only this time it was
with pride of possession, rather than sick revulsion. This plague of flesh,
this pestilence of spirit will serve my few desires well, she mused to
herself as she kneaded her fine breasts and played her palms along her
stomach ridges. It got me into trouble now it will get me out of it.

She rummaged through the few clothes she had brought from the Jennings,
and selected the dress she had worn on her honeymoon. She and Larry had not
had much money, neither when they got married, or afterwards, and so she
had been practical, picking out a simple all-white cocktail sheath as the
outfit to be married in and then travel with him. Occasionally she still
wore it, at special times when they had been invited to fancy places, or
when they saved up enough to dine at a very good restaurant. But now, now
was the time to wear it again, to have this symbol of her past defiled as
the wearer was, so that not even this tag would be left to remind her of
what she had come from. She slipped the fine wool dress over her head and
down her body, drawing its satin drawstring around her neck tightly and
tying it in a bow just above her breastbone. That was all she wore, save
for a pair of sandals. Her breasts, firm and buoyant with their own uplift,
stuck out, the nipples pointing through the material where her tits bulged
at their most voluminous proportions. The tight bottom clung to her hips
and outlined her bare buttocks and narrow vaginal slit as she walked. She
hummed as she dressed, then she took the pearl-backed hair brush and began
to stroke the soft, thin strands of her reddish waves, over and over,
hypnotically counting back from one hundred as she brushed. When she had
reached fifty-seven, the doorbell chimed. She didn't stop, but ignored its
sound, and it rang again at forty-five and another time at thirty. Then a
fist pounded on the door and a deep, gruff male voice yelled out her name.

"Patty! Patty! Please let me in!"

Patty put down the brush and walked to the door, grabbing her purse as
she went. She opened the door, and if she had been more herself, she would
have gasped with horror and shock. But as it was, the hulking figure of
Larry's father, Tom Jennings, barely caused a ripple of interest to crease
her forehead.

"Hello," she said tonelessly.

"Please, Patty let me in, will you? I-I have to talk to you."

"Can't. I'm sorry," she replied listlessly.

"But you don't understand! I'm sorry," Jennings said compassionately,
"I'm truly sorry for what happened, as sorry as I've ever been in my life!

Patty looked up at the wretched individual, discerning the pain and
remorse which were written across his features. "Don't be. You were right
all along, Tom. Your daughter-in-law is nothing but a gutter whore, and you
did what all men should do to her. You fucked me silly, but that doesn't
mean anything. Not any more."

"You-you don't mean that, Patty. It was me. I raped you, I raped my own
flesh and blood, and I don't deserve to live any more." He grasped Patty by
the shoulders, shaking her in an effort to make her understand. "Forgive 
me, Patty. Come home now and forgive me. I want only the best for Larry and
you, and I promise, I promise on my mother's grave I'll never lay a finger
on you again. I'll never say a nasty thing or even look at you wrong, but
please say you'll be part of our family again.

"Let go, Tom. I forgive you.

"Wonderful! I'll get your things and we'll"

"No. I'm staying here. This is where I belong."

"But I promise"

"I'm sure you'll be good. I'm just as sure I won't be. Now please get
out of my way. I'm late for an appointment.

She brushed past her stricken father-in-law and stalked down the
sidewalk to the street. She did not look back, not once, never seeing the
welling tears of humiliation and contrition, which filmed the broken man's
blurred eyes.

The high domed room buzzed with the low conversation of a dozen,
sophisticated people as Patty was led in by the Chinese houseboy. A
white-coated waiter balanced a tray of drinks and wound his way through the
cluster, stopping periodically to offer a replenishment to some guest with
an empty glass in his hand. A huge fire burned in the Spanish-accented
fireplace, which was almost as large as the entrance doors themselves.

Patty marveled once again at the wealth displayed, at the fine silver
and beautiful paintings and magnificent tapestries, which she had but
sparingly noticed upon her first visit.

Renault was, as to be expected, the center of attention, Patty moved
across the room to him, stopping the waiter as he passed to select a very
dry martini, and as she joined the three other people who surrounded him,
she heard Renault say: "Yes, and the Van Gogh above the statue has been in
our family for generations. The magnificent little artist gave it to
Grandmother as a token of his appreciation for sponsoring one of his first
art shows in Paris. He was eternally grateful, and rose to his well
deserved place soon afterwards.

Renault was once more in the velvet smoking robe; wide belt tied around
his slender waist, collar high and slightly ruffled with a studied
carelessness. He paused, seeing Patty for the first time, and she was
pleased to note that his eyes caressed her curves, and that her body had
not passed his appreciation.

"Well, well," he smiled, "I'm glad to see you are here, my dear." He
patted her shoulder warmly. "I was surprised to see you had left so early
this afternoon. I didn't even have time to tell you about this little
get-together before you literally disappeared."

"I-I was pretty tired," Patty replied in a soft murmur. She flickered
her eyelashes in feigned modesty. And, well, a little shy.

"Are you still, my dear?" he leered down, stroking his mustache
slightly.

Not in the least, Rick, darling, she smiled in answer.

"Good. I'm sure we'll work out something later of ah, similar interest. 
After all, you were brilliant, simply brilliant, today. You have, mmmm,
let's just say, a natural talent for such things."

"What things, Renault?" a gruff voice broke in. Patty turned toward the
stranger who had spoken, one of the four who had been around Renault when
she had joined them. She was attracted to the man on sight; a muscular,
good-looking man in a dark suit and tight-fitting turtleneck shirt. She
didn't think he was much over thirty, yet he gave a strong impression of
power and maturity, as though he had risen in the world the hard way and
knew whereof he spoke.

"Sex," she answered blatantly. "That's what thing, Mr"

"Jessup." The man grinned at Patty. "And you?"

"Meet Patty Jennings, Harold. Harold is a fight promoter, Patty, and a
very good one at that. Oh, and I'll introduce you to the others, which I
should have done before. Pardon my rudeness."

Renault gestured at the woman standing to the other side of Harold
Jessup; a short, yet perfectly proportioned five foot girl with a pile of
golden curls on top of her round, cherubic faced head. Patty thought she
was the most innocent, Shirley Templish looking type she had ever laid eyes
on, and she thought for a split second that certainly that one couldn't be
a part of this licentious, sex-ridden group. She belongs sucking on an
all-day lollypop, not some strange man's cock!

And this is Peter Harrison Fugazi," Renault continued, "Harold's new
fighter. Expect to see him as the new heavyweight champion in a few years,
Patty."

"Pete, Ma'am," Fugazi said. "Just call me Pete."

"All right, Pete." Patty shuddered inwardly at the size of the man, for
as adonis-like as Jessup was, he was nothing compared to the fighter. Pete
was a few inches taller and a yard wider than any male Patty could
remember, with a totally bald head and a cauliflower left ear, and a very
thin nose. His eyes were dusky Italian, with the glitter of Rome and Naples
in them, and Patty made no mistakes about him;: he would be all animal,
lover as well as fighter, and would be absolutely and hugely delicious
inside her cunt. She could feel him already, and it frightened her.

Next to Pete Fugazi was a medium-sized girl with absolutely stupendous
breasts. They were the size which would have put the plastics industry on
overtime if they had been injected with silicon, but Patty had the feeling
they were all flesh, all real. They protruded like the Swiss Alps, forcing
the girl to arch her back to balance herself. She had a flat nose with wide
nostrils, the exact opposite of Fugazi's, and very black, tightly kinked
hair. The girl smiled, her thick lips wide with lustful greeting. "Hi," she
said. "I'm Linda. Linda Vigal."

"Please to meet you, I'm sure," Patty said, smiling back at them.

Renault took her around to the other guest, introducing her to Fortesque
T. Franklynn, to "Fort," as he was known. He had his arm around Marcia, who
nodded warmly to Patty, and who in turn introduced George Laufgren, who
owned a chain of electronic parts stores; his brother, Carter; and their 
respective wives, Jean and Helen.

Patty was struck by the quiet, formal, sophisticated way everybody
conducted themselves, and if she hadn't known better, she would have
thought this was one of the most proper and stuffy gatherings she had been
to in her life. It was hard to believe these belonged to the mass-swap
life, and wondered if they would engage in any of the perverted and
unnatural acts she had so recently been introduced to.

"I'll leave you here, Patty," Renault said. "I have to see how Barbara
is doing with hors d'oeuvres. We have a cook, but she still insists he
sighed and shrugged with age-old way a man does when he doesn't understand
a woman. Then he turned and with a smile, he shook a warning finger at the
Laufgren's. "I saw her first, so no hanky-panky while I'm doing my duties.
Especially you, Carter, you rake."

Everybody laughed and Renault walked toward the kitchen.

"Good to see you, Patty," Marcia said, breaking the ice. "You were dead
to the world when I got home, so I thought it best to let you sleep."

"Thanks," Patty replied. "But I'm raring to go now."

"I'm sure you are," Carter said. "Ow! You didn't have to kick my shin,
darling," he protested to his wife, Helen.

"We were just talking about Viet Nam," Jean said. "Though I don't
understand a word of it. I'm a poor housewife and leave such matters to the
men-folk."

"Well, it is obvious to anybody, even to you, Helen," Carter said, "That
we have no right in that country. We should pull out of there at once.

What? bellowed George, "Leave those poor people to the ravages of
Communism? How many women and children do you think would be slaughtered
without our defense?"

"Less than the number we're killing now," came the hot retort. "Let them
decide for themselves who they want to run the government. It's not our
concern."

"Pshaw! I say the concentration camp and firing squad terrorism would
wipe the country clean of any thinking men within a year. What kind of
world would we have if we gave in to such tyranny, we; the nation which was
founded on the principles of decency and freedom for all mankind! Did we
not fight for our freedom? And are not all men our brothers? Why should an
ocean or a frontier make any difference to the universality of the human
race?"

"You mean we should play God with the lives of millions, just to sway
them to our beliefs?"

"No, but to give the poor people a chance to decide for themselves,
that's all."

"Imperialism has never worked, and you know as well as I do, George,
that the real reason we're over there is not to fight for their freedom,
but to enslave them in economic ties with the Western world. We're
interested in what they can do for us, not what altruistically we can do
for them."

"Is profit that bad? Is the money I take from my company dirty? Don't be
silly! The capitalistic system works on the basis that what's good for me
is good for you, because I need you as much as you need me. So South Viet
Nam is hurried into the twentieth century, is shaken up with
industrialization and progress. So is that so much worse than picking weeds
in a rice paddy all your life? Hell, no, it's not. And don't talk to me
about the history of Imperialism. For one thing, we're not the
Imperialists, for we plan to leave. Peking and Moscow surely don't, and
they plan to bleed the country, not build it up, and that's true
Imperialism."

"That still doesn't give us the right to kill."

"The only thing turning the other cheek ever got was another hit in the
mouth. You speak of history, and that's the greatest lesson going. Or
haven't you ever heard of Chamberlain's 'peace-in-our-times' sellout to
Hitler, and the resultant World War II, which slaughtered millions. Asia
will fall to the Reds just as surely, and we will have broken our
commitments and promises and seriously weakened the respect we hold now if
we do as you want."

"Respect?" snapped Carter. "Respect my ass! It's fear!"

"All right, fear! I say respect, but if our enemies fear us, so much the
better," Carter glowered at his brother, and sipped his drink. "That's
always the curse of the strong."

"All the strength hasn't done a bit of good, either. The Communists are
still as powerful as ever."

"Bull shit, brother. When we entered Viet Nam, Cambodia was Red, the
Philippines were overrun with Huk terrorists, Malaysia was threatened,
Burma was in deep subversive trouble, and the whole Western influence was
tottering on the brink of collapse. Now look. South Viet Nam was lost;
otherwise Ho Chi Mm would never have agreed to bargain in 1958 he had it
made and could put on a front of conciliation. Well, the front backfired
and he has been ground to a standstill. The other countries have rallied
behind our directive force, and Burma has thrown out the terrorists, the
Philippines haven't had serious trouble in over five years, Cambodia has a
new, pro-Western government, and we have never have better, more friendly
relations with more Eastern countries than now. True, things aren't
perfect, but they are a thousand times better than they were a decade ago,
and I say it's because we made a stand and have stuck to it."

"And I say"

"Please!" interrupted Patty. Continue your tirade later. But I'm
exercising my right as a partygoer to ask that the subject be changed. I'm
a nit about politics, and I feel left out."

"Thank you for the rescue," Helen said dryly. "The boys have been at
this ever since I can remember. They don't exactly see eye-to-eye on
everything. The silly thing is that they will never do anything else about
it except argue."

They all laughed and as the waiter passed, the four took fresh drinks. 
The talk switched to television, movies, books, and raising of children in
today's permissive society. Then Renault appeared beside Patty again, and
she could feel the hardening lump of flesh between his legs as he brushed
up against her. She wriggled the soft cheeks of her buttocks back against
his groin and felt his cock stiffen still more.

The tempo and heat of the party continued to increase, and after a few
more drinks, Renault dimmed the room's lights and had the Chinese houseboy
set out the gold pillows in a wide circle on the floor. He then instructed
everyone to assume seated positions on the pillows, and Patty knew that the
marijuana ritual, which she had been a part of the previous night was about
to be repeated. She felt her thighs and nipples tingle with anticipation,
and as she sank to the cushion, she thought to herself:

This is just the beginning, and tonight is going to be one hell of a
swinging party.

Chapter 7

Patty was floating soft, warm, pleasantly floating, the same feeling
she had had that first night. The sweet smell of the marijuana blanketed
the room now, and she could see the glowing ends of the brown cigarettes in
the darkness. Some of the couples on the cushions were fondling one another
now that the ritual had been completed; Renault had kissed one of Barbaras
alabaster breasts moments earlier to signify the close of the ceremony, but
he had not left with her as he had before. He was standing behind his
cushion, the only one standing, surveying the seated guests with
penetrating eyes; Barbara had resumed her position, her breast still
exposed, being fondled eagerly now by Garter Laufgren.

As Patty reveled in the inner sensations of warmth and beginning passion
at the lewdly locked couples round her, she saw Renault begin to walk
slowly around the circle of cushions, coming toward her. He stopped behind
her pillow, looking down at her, and as she turned her head to smile up at
him she noticed the hard, unmistakable bulge of his erect cock jutting
along his right leg. She found herself growing more excited as she stared
at his concealed hard-on, and she reached up two exploratory fingers to
stroke the prominence lightly. Renaults eyes lidded and his hand closed
over hers, pressing it tightly to his crotch. He said, Come with me, my
dear. I have something I want to show you.

This? she asked coyly, teasing his bloated prick.

No, he said. And yes. Will you come along?

Yes, yes, I will. Patty said. She stood and he took her hand and led
her out of the room, down the hallway to another hail which elled off to
the right. At the end of that second one was a closed door, and Renault
opened it and led her into a dimly lighted bedroom with a huge double bed
in its exact center. He closed the door then, turning toward her, his eyes 
glowing with the heat of his lust.

Patty giggled, stepping forward and touching his cock through his pants
again. Well?" she asked. What do you have to show me, Rick?

He grinned obscenely. Take off your clothes, my dear, he commanded.
All of them. I want you completely, lusciously nude for my old eyes.

Patty felt her cuntal muscles begin to contract expectantly. Quickly,
she took off her white wool sheath, untying the neck drawstring and pulling
it over her head to reveal her smooth white nudity, the dark reddish
triangle of her femininity starkly contrasting in the pale light. There!
she said. I didnt waste any time, did I, Rick?"

Renault licked his lips excitedly. Lie down on the bed, Patty, he
instructed. Spread your legs wide so I can see all of your magnificent
cunt.

She did as she was bid, lying on the soft mattress and splaying her
beautiful, satiny legs, moving her hips lightly as she watched him walk
slowly toward a sliding closet at one wall. He drew back the door, took
something from. inside, and then turned and walked to the bed. He stood
over her, holding the object in his hand, leering down at her with
perverted lust on his aged, wrinkled countenance.

The object was a feather.

A huge, plumed ostrich feather.

The swirling drug-fog in Pattys brain locked out all thoughts of the
complete debasity of what that feather represented. She knew, but refused
to admit to herself, what Renault was going to do with it. She watched in
lustful fascination as he quickly shed his lounging robe and pants,
standing nude over her like some pagan priest above a sacrificial virgin,
holding the feather like a heathen dagger, his slender, wrinkled cock
jutting out purplishly from his flabby midsection.

Im going to tickle your fancy, my dear, he chuckled croakingly.
Wont that be nice?

She squirmed, her cunt on fire now. Yes! she moaned. Oh yes it will
be, Rick, it will be!

But we must do it slowly, Renault said in a crooning tone. Very, very
slowly.

Yes, yes, yes! Pattys buttocks were undulating faster and faster on
the bed, and her eyes seemed to be riveted almost hypnotically on the
gently wavering plume in the old mans fingers.

Renault waved the feather over the length of her body, not touching her
with it, saying soft words in that same strange language he had used at the
pot ritual. His eyes glittered with an almost fanatical fire. Then he knelt
on the bed beside her and lowered the feather to flutter it at the balls of
her feet. Her toes began to twitch and she writhed all the more
ecstatically on the bed, her cunt seeming to open and close, open and
close, as if it were a starving mouth waiting to be fed the staff of life.

Renault began to move the feather upward, over her ankles and her knees
and along her inner thighs. Then he was dusting it lightly along her 
crotch, along the wet, glistening folds of her gently throbbing pussy until
the oscillating phallus of her clit seemed so engorged as to be near
bursting.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oohhhhh! Patty wailed in an almost crazed lustfulness.

Renault moved the feather higher, along the flat creaminess of her
belly, over one firm, resilient, pink-tipped breast and then over the
other, making the nipples as rigid as her bud below. Pattys hands were
clawing at the spread now, and she was grinding her firm, rounded buttocks
down on the mattress, her knees drawn up but wide spread, soles of her feet
touching and her cunt flowered wide, wide, and flowing her juices in
ever-increasing streams down onto the cloth beneath her churning bottom. He
continued to brush the feather over her tits, back and forth, again and
again, and then he was bringing it back down over her belly, between her
legs, teasing and stroking her liquidy furrow until she felt a scream of
near madness rise in her throat and burst forth into the stillness of the
room;

Aaaaagggggghhhhh!

Renault did not stop. Back and forth went the feather, up and down,
until Patty thought she would pass out from sheer ecstasy, feeling her cum
build inside her like a seething tornado of lubricious, delirious joy.
Another few seconds now, another few seconds, and she would be there, she
would be cumming, that wonderful beautiful fantastic feather would make her
cum He stopped.

All of a sudden, Renault drew the feather back, holding it high above
his head.

Pattys eyes fluttered open, her hips still wildly rotating. Dont
stop, dont stop! she pleaded sensuously. More, more, more, more!

No, my dear, Renault said softly. Now its your turn to give me the
same pleasure I have given you."

But

Hush now, Renault said authoritatively.

He stretched out beside her, pushing the ostrich feather into her hand.
"I know you were almost on the point of climax, and that's why I stopped.
We must build my desires, too, so that when I at last fuck you, it will be
a coupling of the greatest possible magnitude."

Patty nodded numbly. "All right, Rick, whatever you say."

"There's my girl."

She rolled onto her knees, holding the feather over him as he had done
to her. His eyes were fastened on the plume as hers had been, and his
tongue flicked out wetly over his puckered lips.

"Shall I start with your feet?" Patty asked.

"Yes," he answered. "But you must ignore my prick and my balls until the
very last. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Then-begin!"

Patty began to move the feather slowly, slowly, over the balls of 
Renault's feet, bringing it up along his legs. His buttocks began to squirm
on the bed, just as her firm young ones had, as she swept the feather in a
wide path around his pelvis, up along his belly, across his wizened chest.
Back down again, pausing at his belly; back up again, around his throat.

"That's it, my dear! That's it, my dear!" he chanted, and thin threads
of drool rolled out of the corners of his mouth. His cock stood straight
up, quivering with desire, the head lubricated with a wet, glistening
seminal film. As she brought the feather down along his sides, Patty could
sense her own passion beginning to approach its crest again; there was
something infinitely exciting, infinitely debauched, about the use of that
great colorful plume on one another's bodies. She stared at his cock, so
stiff and blood-purple that it could have been the penis of a young boy
instead of that of an older man, and she wanted it inside her pussy, wanted
it to reach into the depths of her belly more than she had wanted any cock
in her life. But she was under his command, under his spell; she would not
have his great member inside her until he deemed it time.

"Aaaahhhh!" Renault was crooning on the bed as Patty tickled his thighs
with the feather, brought it down to his knees, back up almost to his
crotch. And then: "Now, Patty! Now, my balls! Tickle my balls and the head
of my cock! Quickly, now! Quickly!"

She did as she was ordered, fluttering the tantalizing softness of the
feather all the way up his thighs to swirl around the two bloated pendulums
of his testicles. Then she reached down and grasped his prick at the base
with her free hand, holding it still as she moved the feather lightly over
the glans, around and around like a swirling tongue, then along the rigid
shaft to his balls again, back up to the head, back down, back up, back
down.

"Oooooooaaaaahhhhh!" Renault wailed, flexing his hips and his pelvis in
a mad jerking of sexual frenzy. "Now get on, get on, get on! Oh Patty,
Patty, impale yourself on my great rod! Fuck me with your sheathing cunt,
Patty dear! Get on and fuck me now, now, noooww!"

The lewdness of his command incited Patty's fires of passion to an even
hotter degree, and she dropped the feather, twisting her body up to
straddle him, locking her knees and thighs against his sides, raising up so
that her moist, widely-spread cuntal mouth was directly above the head of
his hardened cock, less than two inches from the wet, sticky, blood-raged
head. She reached down and held his staff in her hand again, her hips
beginning to sway slightly as she prepared herself for her down thrust. She
guided the head of his cock, positioned it, at the door of her secret
recess, lowered herself until she could feel the glans touching, touching
like a feather, the folds of her yearning, lust-burning slit.

And then and then she impaled herself down on it!

"Eeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!" she squealed in abject surrender as the full length
of his cock filled her cunt, slammed up against her cervix painfully. She
could feel his bulging, hairy balls against her ass cheeks, feel his
wiry-haired pelvis pressed to her crotch.

"Fuck me!" Renault screamed up at her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh
dear Patty, fuck my cock with your lovely cunt! Hurry, hurry, fuck meeee!"

Patty began to bob up and down then, leaning forward on her hands, which
were spread out on either side of his wildly lolling head. Her beautiful
tits swayed and danced like two live things, the nipples brushing his
throat and collarbone. Her cunt climbed his cock to the crest, fell back to
imprison it all the way, climbed to the crest again, fell back. The muscles
of her vaginal passage clamped tightly around the invader, squeezing it,
milking it, and she rotated her hips madly around the hard, fleshy, hot
shaft buried inside her.

Renault raised one of his hands from the bed and his clawlike fingers
dug into the soft, firm flesh of one of her pliant globular buttocks. He
kneaded and manipulated the sweating moon, reaching around to probe the
puckered ring of her anus briefly, dipping his fingers into her wet, warm
crotch to feel his own cock and the outward-pulling of her cunt lips as she
drew up on the shaft, the inward-contracting of them when she lowered
herself down on the turgid member.

Then his mouth was seeking, and finding, one of her bobbing breasts. He
used his other hand to guide the distended nipple to his lips, where he
took it between his teeth and began to nibble on it, squeezing the softness
of the tit hard in the palm of his hand. His teeth were bared now, and his
eyes were tightly shut as she rode abandonedly up and down the length of
his burgeoning prick.

Patty was approaching Nirvana, ascending toward heights of release
heretofore unimaginable. Her cuntal passage was one great throbbing
pleasure-pain, the magnitude of that mixture so intense as to render her
almost insane as she sought to cum, to make this old man beneath her and
inside her cum, the two of them cum together in one bursting, rapturous
moment when the ascension to Nirvana would at last be realized.

She was only dimly aware of the sound of the bedroom door opening.

The voices which followed that sound only dimly reached her ears; "Holy
Jesus Christ, is she giving old Rick a ride!"

"Goddamn yeah, she is!"

"I'd like to get in on that fuck! The way she's swinging that juicy ass
of hers says that when she cums, it's going to be like skyrockets going off
on the Fourth of July!"

"Well, why the hell don't you, Harry boy? Go over there and shove it in
her asshole! That'll really send her off!"

"Hell yes, I think I will!"

As Patty continued to wildly impale her body up and down Renault's
stiffened pole, she became aware that one of the two men who had been
talking was approaching the bed, was kneeling down beside her. And then she
felt hands on her spine, fingers digging into the flesh there; felt
Renault's hand slip away to come around and stroke her sweating belly and
the matted, slippery hair of her pubic mound. The full meaning of the brief
conversation she had just heard burst into her brain at that moment, and 
she knew that the man behind her was going to put his penis into her
rectum, as Val Robbins had put his huge rod into it the night before to
destroy her anal virginity. Waves of lewd anticipation seized control of
her body as the thought of still another male member buried inside her, at
the thought of two huge, sperm-filled cocks fucking both of her orifices at
the same time, she began to pump faster and faster, her cunt making wet
sluicing sounds as it drew up and juices out around the hardened penis to
pool down around Renault's prick, flowing her on his pubic hair and on
downward to his belly.

Behind her, Harold Jessup leered with gathering lust at the upturned
moons of Patty's firmly rounded ass. His large, thick cock touched one of
the soft mounds, and the contact sent a sensation of sheer lust down into
his cum-heavy balls. He dipped the fingers of both hands into the slick,
hot crevice and drew the white globes of her buttocks wide apart to expose
the brown nether ring of her asshole. It seemed to wink at him lustfully,
little globules of sweat glistening on the puckered ring. Oh Christ, he had
to fuck this hot little bitch there and he had to do it now! While she was
still fucking Renault, while she was almost ready to cum!

Brutally, almost sadistically, he guided his gigantic totem pole to the
opening and rammed forward, driving his cock into her rectum, sending it
home with a wild searing heat, burying it to his abdomen. The rod ripped
along the membraneous passage, still tight, still resisting in spite of the
fucking Val had given it the previous evening, like some terrible pistoning
jackhammer, and Jessup's balls slapped resoundingly against her wet, hot
slit almost at the point where her cunt was sliding up and down around
Renault's cock.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Patty screamed at the painful, sudden assault, and
then she was gasping and mewling as Jessup flexed his hips once, twice,
three times, fucking into her wide stretched rectum with sharp, short
strokes. She stopped momentarily her mad riding of Renault's penis, and he
grasped both her tits in his hands and squeezed them until she shouted with
pain, and he bit the one nipple almost hard enough to draw blood from it.

"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me!" he bellowed up at her.

She groaned and began her movements again, and then her anal passage
grew accustomed to the fleshy, turgid shaft imbedded there; each ridge and
muscle in her asshole contracted and gripped the invading cock, just as the
muscles of her cunt were doing around the older man's still rockhard penis.
She fucked back and then down, back and then down, attuning her movements
to the strokes of the two pricks inside her. Renault's hands were still
squeezing her breasts and he made small grunting animal sounds as he sucked
and licked and nibbled at her nipple; behind her, Jessup clutched harshly
at her hips as he thrust into her warm, forbidden depths of her rectum, the
pressure of his straining, jerking thighs forcing her forward, forcing her
one free tit to swirl and dance madly around Renault's heaving face.

"That's it, baby, that's it!" Jessup groaned as he fucked into her from
behind, pushing the rubbery flesh of her anal passage before his lunging 
cock in rippling waves in her warm, greedy back channel.

Patty's vagina seemed to have a suction of its own as it worked up and
down on Renault's cock, and she felt the man's hardened penis pushing
against Jessup's sodomizing her anus so that the thin membrane of her
vaginal and rectal walls seemed to not exist at all; it was as if the two
parallel cocks were one, fused together in her two openings like a Siamese
twin, a huge, monstrous Siamese cock tearing her body to wonderful,
rapturous shreds from below and from behind. She could feel her cum
building to the point of overflowing, and she knew it wouldn't be long
before her orgasm took hold of her. She worked like a possessed woman,
fucking down and back, taking and holding every inch of the two men inside
her, fucking them rhythmically with her wet, lubricious loins, rolling and
gyrating her hips and her crotch.

"Fuck me, both of you fuck me harder, harder, harderrrrrrr!" she cried
out in a strange pleading voice. "I want you to fuck me fuck me spew
your loads into my cunt and into my asshole fuck me, cum inside me, make
me cum with you

Her words, so obscene, incited Jessup to crazed, savage thrusts behind
her; incited Renault to jerk his hips up off the bed and meet her downward
thrust, grinding his shaft deeper into her cunt, ramming the swollen head
against her cervix time and again. The exquisite unison of the two
pistoning cocks and her own abandoned, frenzied twistings made the sight of
the threesome on the bed seem to the watching eyes of the man who had come
in with Harold Jessup, Carter Laufgren, to be like a six-legged crab gone
mad, a surrealistic montage of a seance a trois. It was unbelievable!

Laufgren's cock was vibrating with rigid intensity as he stared at the
woman and the two men on the bed. He began to stroke his shaft slightly,
feeling the cum build in his own balls, and suddenly he, too, had to join
in this crazed lustful scene which he was witnessing. He rushed forward and
sat on the bed near Renault's head, twisting so that his cock brushed
against Patty's outflung arm. Quickly, he raised her hand from the bed and
placed it around his cock, moving it up and down in a few short strokes so
that she knew what he wanted, and then released it. Patty's hand began to
jack him off, faster and faster, expertly drawing the foreskin back and
out, until he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the cauldrons of his
sperm-bloated balls verged on the moment of ejaculation.

Renault and Jessup were fucking Patty with a savage vengeance now, the
latter's balls slapping loudly, wetly, against her crotch; and she fucked
them down and back, grinding her pelvis and her buttocks, machinelike, on
the fleshy rods, reveling in the lewd gushing sounds of her vaginal fluid
and their early seminal emissions. She was vaguely aware of the unknown but
hotly erect cock she was masturbating with her right hand, and that
perverse act only seemed to increase her lust, her crescending orgasm. It
wouldn't be long now, it wouldn't be long now.

Suddenly, Renault jerked upward, seeming to freeze immobile with his
hips raised off the bed for a long moment, his cock burned to its hilt in 
the soft, petaled folds of her pussy. Then a thin, pig-like squeal rendered
from his throat, and words that were almost incoherent burst into the
sex-perfumed air; "Cumming, there there cumming, ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg,
oooohhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

And Patty felt the first hot torrents of his cum gush against her womb
like lancing flames of some raging inferno, filling her vaginal tunnel with
sticky hot fire, overflowing it and cascading like some obscene waterfall
around his now wildly jerking member to coat her pubic hair, mat them
together with long sticky strands like evil threads of silk. And then,
behind her, Jessup howling like a wounded beast, battering into her asshole
with demoniacal force as his own climax seized hold of him. His great cock
began to geyser forth thin, needlelike jets of cum, a different man's cum,
to fill her rectum as Renault's seed was filling her cunt, fill it to
overflowing so that Jessup's sperm burst out around his penis and flowed
down to mix and blend with Renault's in her crotch and on his belly. And
then the man whom she was masturbating cried out, a low wailing moan, and
she felt his cock twitch and jerk against her stroking palm and still
another stream of cum, like a torrent of blood pulsing from a severed
artery, shot from the eye in his glans, shot straight up into the air to
fall on Patty's wildly flailing hair, fall on her cheeks and stream into
her hungrily opened mouth like droplets of molten lava.

And in that moment, as the two cocks inside her body, and the one
roaring forth in her hand, poured white-hot seed into her and onto her,
Patty felt her own climax surge, surge, and then;

She was there!

She too was cumming!

Pinwheels of light, all different colors; reds and blues and greens and
yellows, kaleidoscopically spinning, exploded in back of her eyes and the
very essence of her being soared free, ascending to that Shangri-La,
bringing her to a pinnacle of wicked pleasure that she had never even
dreamed of existed, never thought possible to achieve. She screamed. She
screamed long and loud for the cocks gushing their fluid never to stop
gushing, never to stop transporting her on this uncontrollable ride to
blissful rapture.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She jerked and bucked and twisted like a dancer gone berserk,
endeavoring to ingest every drop of cum, inundate her whole body, inside
and out, with hot, gushing male sperm. Her tongue worked frantically over
her lips, licking and swallowing the juice of the man she was jacking off,
as the seeds of Renault and Jessup commingled in her belly and painted her
crotch and saturated the bed. When first Renault's, and then Jessup's,
pricks went limp and withdrew from her, she cried out mindlessly,
soullessly for them to stay hard, stay inside her. But it was too late,
they were gone and gone, too, was the cock from her hand, having deflated
and slid wetly from her cum-moistened palm.

Patty collapsed sideways, falling on her stomach to the side of the 
older man, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut. She was utterly exhausted,
drained, now that her own orgasm was beginning to wane. She lay there,
unable to think, feeling a welcome lethargy begin to flow over her, feeling
herself begin to drift on a cloud of satiation. Dimly, she heard the voices
of the men she had just fucked, and been fucked by:

"Goddamn, I never had anything that good!"

"The best I ever had

"I thought my balls were going to burst, she was beating my meat so
hard! I never had a cum like that!"

She smiled in dreamy satisfaction. Yes, she thought sleepily, it was
good, so very good, two cocks inside me and one in my hand is one of the
most beautiful feelings I've ever known, to make them all cum together, and
to cum with them, is the most wonderful feeling in the world I'm nothing
but a sick, depraved whore but oh God, I loved it, I loved every single
rapturous moment of it!

The last thing Patty felt were Rick Renault's hands turning her gently
onto her back, opening her legs again, and then, seconds later, his soft,
moist, tender kiss of gratitude on her wet, petal like cunt lips

Chapter 8

Patty was awakened from her drowsy state of completion by a steady
shaking. She looked up through still drugged and sleepy eyes at the smiling
face of Renault, who was bending over her, his hand still prodding her
shoulder.

Cmon, Patty, wake up. Wake up, he said in a soft voice.

Yes, Rick, Im awake. What is it? More marijuana? Its wearing off and
I could use some more.

A little later, my dear. First, lets go out in the garden.

The garden? Why there? She sat up, trying to focus on the dim shape
above her, moving her eyes around the bedroom. The others Jessup and
Laufgren, were gone now.

Havent you ever fucked out in the open, Patty?" Renault asked
solicitously. Its the best way I knew under the stars, with only the
trees and grass around really back to nature, which is what sex is all
about, isnt it?

Mmmmmm, Patty hummed, her thighs and nipples tingling at the idea.
Yes, it sounds like freedom itself. Lets go out to the garden, lover, and
screw each other into the earth.

Slowly she rose from the bed, her nakedness a delightful enhancement to
the moment. Her pubic hair rippled and brushed against her thighs as she
staggered uncertainly toward the door. Renault walked next to her, one hand
kneading a breast, a nervous state of excitement making his lustful penis
leap into full, throbbing erection. Patty fondled the cock as they 
continued out through the study and into the balmy night air, the cool
ground making her toes contract and tingle. They sauntered into the
oleanders, following a little path which wound among the shrubbery, lushly
grassed clearing with a little fish pond and fountain at one end.

Here, he murmured in her ear. Lets fuck here. He slipped his tongue
into her mouth and pressed his nudity hard against her, rubbing hips and
thighs together, bringing in the rush of openness, a deep tremor of real
response from her.

Then she turned, and the sigh which was forming on her lips turned to an
expression of shock. For out of the shadowed woods came, one by one,
Harold, Pete, George, and Carter. Ugly leers of carnality contorted their
drugged faces, and their bare bodies glistened with the sweat of recent
perversity.

What what is this, Rick?

Surprise, Patty. A little surprise party of your very own.

She heard snickers from the men, and her stomach began to clutch at
itself with dread. The numbing influence of the smoking fled with the fear
she suddenly experienced, and as she gaped at the surrounding circle of
lust-excited males. Perhaps she could take them all on if she were still
under marijuana, but now she was completely conscious! At last she managed
to say to Renault, Pl please, Rick, I beg you, tell me whats going on?

Sure, Harold said, tell her, Rick. It was your idea, after all.

Renault shrugged nonchalantly. Patty, my dear, you have to understand
my position. You see, your friend Marcia was a little careless one evening,
Im afraid. She, ah, posed for some pictures.

Pictures? Marcia?

Yes. Here, see for yourself.

For the first time, Patty noticed that Renault was carrying a brown
manila envelope in his left hand, and he opened it and took out a set of
full color glossy snapshots. One by one Renault handed the photos to Patty,
making lewd comments with each one.

I think theres enough moonlight for you to be able to see the actions
clearly. Hows this one, with her sucking a cock?

She gasped as she saw Marcias mouth stretched wide over a mans
enormous shaft, her lips locked on it as though they were stitched to him.
A ripple of sensation passed through Patty as she wondered who was the male
with so big a penis as that, for it was much bigger than Franks or Vals
or any of the mens assembled here. She flipped guiltily to the next one,
which was of her friend sitting on a couch with her legs spread wide apart
and she could see the man was kneeling between her thighs, his tongue
clearly curling into the spread vaginal lips. And again, she could feel a
slight involuntary moistness beginning in her own cunt and her hands began
to shake as the emotions on Marcias face transmitted themselves to her own
body.

Look, Patty, Renault added. Shes really enjoying it, isnt she?

Yes, yes she is, Patty breathed as her eyes locked on yet another 
pose. Marcia was on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them,
clearly Val Robbins, his cock sunk all the way her open vagina. The camera
angle was able to pick up the thick member disappearing into the soft,
hair-fringed folds of her cunt, with only a tiny portion of it showing wet
and purplish. Marcias expression was one of depravity and ecstasy. Patty
squirmed slightly, pressing her legs together to hold down the fire which
was brewing deep in her loins.

These are terrible, Rick, she said hoarsely. Im sure Marcia never
knew they were being taken, for shed never consent to doing that in front
of a camera.

Renault took the pictures back and replaced them in the envelope. True,
she didnt know. But the facts are they were taken, and Ive been offered a
considerable amount of money for them. Just think of the thousands of men;
dirty, greasy old men masturbating in their fly-specked hotel rooms with a
bottle of wine and these pictures. Your Marcia will be nationally famous,
my dear!

But what has that got to do with me?

These men have kindly decided to buy the pictures from me for the same
amount I was offered. Each one is going to chip in a fourth, but in return,
they each want you. Not singly, not over a period of time, but now, all at
once, in an old fashioned gang-bang. I said you might do it for your
friends benefit.

You cant be serious! she flared. You must be mad!

Well, if you really dont want to, we wont force you, but if you want
to keep Marcia, poor, dumb Marcia, from such notoriety, then youd best
cooperate. Can you imagine what it would be like to have her husband get
hold of this set? Say maybe from one of his buddies who happened to buy
them?"

Pattys blood boiled. She could have flung herself at Renault and
scratched his eyes out, but then her thoughts went back to Marcia. She
began to cool down a little as she considered the consequences of those
pictures. Marcia would be ruined.

Youre not exactly giving up anything, anyway, Patty, Renault said.
After all, youd probably get around to sleeping with each of these
gentlemen sooner or later anyway.

Patty moaned at his words, and tears of humiliation and sorrow began to
roll down her cheeks. Renaults words were all too true. She was little
more than a prostitute lately, screwing any man who came along. She wasnt
worth saving, but Marcia was, and maybe this one act of evil might somehow
result in good. She looked around at the clustered men, staring at their
waiting nakedness and she was filled with overwhelming self-loathing.

She tried to speak, but words escaped her. Her tear-wet eyes again
traveled over the assemblage, but no mercy was shown, and she realized that
there was nothing she could do except submit: She was alone, and would
probably be forced to let them fuck her even if she didnt agree, and so
silently she lowered herself to the soft earth arid arranged herself on her
back, spread-eagled. She glanced up at the naked body of Rick Renault, who
stood with his hand on his hips, his wrinkled penis erect and hovering
menacingly, his hairy sac hanging like a water filled balloon at its base.

All right, she whimpered in a strange, defeated tone. Do it to me.
All of you, if thats what you want!

The men closed in, forming a tight circle above her, and she watched in
wild-eyed agony as they bent over her to drink in the moonlit nakedness of
her loveliness, their lust twisted faces unbelievable visages of desire.
She could barely breathe with the air so filled with the pungency of their
rigid genitals, and for a moment she thought she might faint from the odor,
and hoped she would.

Renault started to kneel, his hands groping toward her breasts with a
clawlike grab, but then Pete caught him and said, Wait a minute, Rick.
His eyes were on Patty as he talked, beady with perversion and excitement.
Youve had her before. We havent. Let me fuck her first.

No, I"

Yes, Rick, broke in Petes manager, Harold. Let Fugazi go down on her
first. I want to see her face when he does.

Yeah, let him have her, chimed in Carter.

Renault grinned and stood up. All right, big one. But leave some for
the others, though.

Patty froze in terror as the bald fighter dropped to his knees between
her widespread thighs, his nose quivering and his lips licking at the feast
of her sparsely fleeced loins. Then his head moved down between her spread
thighs, and Patty moaned as she realized he was about to plunder her cunt
in full view of everybody. Oh God, if only she had the marijuana maybe she
could stand it, but not like this, not fully conscious, even she hadnt
sunk that low!

Please Pete take me into the bushes. Dont do it here, she pleaded
up at him, tearfully.

Pete only chuckled crudely, and Harold egged him on by saying, Cmon,
boy. Cant you see how bad she wants you? Lick the little whores fucking
honey-pot right now!

A convulsive spasm jerked her body as his lips pressed against the naked
plane of her open vagina. She cried out from his touch, but the sudden wet
contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine, paralyzing her brain.
His slobbering tongue lapped the pink, blood-pumped vulva, parting her
pubic hair, snaking into the crack of her moist, protesting pussy.

A cheer went up from the spectators, and another shudder ran through
Patty as he came in contact with her trembling clitoris. She felt his
rough, knobby fingers clamp against her thighs and force them yet wider,
and she looked down between her breasts at him, her eyes widened in terror
at seeing him hunched on all fours like some ravaging beast. He came up for
air and grinned lewdly at her, his mouth and cheeks one glistening area of
wetness, and then he licked his lips and fell again on her defenseless
crotch, devouring it as though it was a victim of a preying animal.

Patty tried to lie motionless, the grinning faces, the throbbing cocks
around her all waiting their turn, gone from her vision as she blotted them
out of her mind. But then Pete exposed her pink-tinged slit with his
thumbs, bringing oohhs and aaghs and harsh, sucked-in breaths from the men
and again she had to look, and again she saw him drop his head and bury the
full length of his slippery tongue into the warm, throbbing walls of her
pussy.

She ground her buttocks into the grass, whimpering wildly under his
depraved assault. Then he nibbled the erect bud of her clitoris with his
sharp teeth, drawing her tingling bud of eroticism into his mouth to suck
on it and roll it around with his tongue. She cried out and with a
horrified expression, she saw the nightmare of him rolling his head from
side to side in her cunt, in time to the chants and clappings of the crowd
who were clamoring for more.

It cant be! It cant be! she groaned over and over to herself in pagan
humiliation, the moonlight streaming down to highlight her wretched
predicament, to pinpoint the man who was flailing wildly into her cunt with
his spearing tongue. Dear God! I have to fight this with all my might! I
mustnt succumb to myself, even though I must to them!

But as Petes sucking tongue snaked lizard-like into her straining cunt,
burrowing like a jackrabbit in the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina, her
betraying hips again for the second time tonight began to respond
involuntarily, and a flickering fire of wanton emotion began to spark
within her womb. Tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to purl down in her
belly and her ripe breasts jiggled sensuously from the buffeting of her
lower body. Fire was rapidly replacing revulsion she had never felt so
subjugated so debauched in all her life, even back there with three of them
on her at once. And wasnt this what she had hoped for when she came to the
party? Demons danced wickedly along her skin, and her soft flesh quivered
desperately to quell the searing, hot lashes which licked maddeningly at
her naked body. And her desperate, subconscious cries of help to the
Almighty went unheeded, the fire roaring out of control. She saw in blurred
vision the head of Rick Renault nod in triumph at her lewd surrender, felt
her fingers hook like talons around the gleaming skull of Fugazi, and felt
a low, soul searing moan rasping from her dry throat.

She ground her cunt up to his face, pulling him over her in an attempt
to get his cock to jam itself in her pussy, for his maddening lickings had
made her want his penis like a woman possessed. And then Renault was there,
his face above hers, his own cock jutting from his kneeling body above her.
Forgotten was her debasement, her shame, her fears, for the devils danced
and she needed but one thing now a cock any cock but cock it had to be!
Renault grinned and he yanked Fugazi off her. I want to fuck her, Pete.
Im going to cum right now, all over the place if I dont shove it inside
her.

Put in a stroke for me, Fugazi growled, but he rolled aside and then
Renault was on Patty, kissing her lips and nose and neck while her tongue 
slavered over his victoriously grinning face. Then she reached between them
and guided his thin penis, its blood-filled head a questing rodent of its
own, into the now gaping gorge of her cunt. He smashed down on her, making
her emit a deep groan as her buttocks were ground hard down into the earth.
He levered up, ramming his familiar cock as far as possible into her
clasping, hungered vagina. His balls smacked loudly against her upturned
ass, his hard, hairy stomach boring hotly into the yielding softness of her
belly.

She strained against him, wanting more, much more of him inside that
insane cuntal passage she possessed. Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper, old man!
she screamed frantically. She clutched at the cheeks of his driving
buttocks and drove his prick into her. Oh Christ, youre not enough! she
wailed. Youre not enough!

The Laufgren brothers laughed at this, and jibbed Renault at not being
man enough. Renault, his face contorted with a mixture of lust and fury,
crammed his tongue into Pattys mouth in an effort to compensate, the
saliva drooling down her chin unheeded. Rabidly, she sucked on it, her body
caught in the convulsive vortex of naked, raw passion. She could not, did
not want to fathom why she was as venerous as this but she was. Cock!
Cock! That was all; she had to have cock!

She howled with frustration, splaying her legs beyond reason to allow
him greater access to her steaming, gyrating whirlwind of pussy, but he was
unable to take full advantage. His lashing weapon drubbed her cunt
mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain from him as his pelvis hammered her
crotch with brutal, splattering drives, and then he came, groaning with the
force of his ejaculation, the sperm drowning the walls of her savage vagina
with the hot, scalding milk of his lust.

She bucked beneath him maddeningly trying to bring about her own
release, but as he finished the spewing of his obscene seed, she cried out
with the subsequent disappointment. Too soon! Too damned soon! She had
almost been there, satisfying her tortured cunt, and the peak was within a
minute of two of realization. She strained at his deflating rod until he
pulled from her wetly clasping hole with a lewd slurping sound. She read
fuzzily the surprised look on his face as he rose from her, and she kicked
at him to get away, the fire raging uncontrollably.

Then she thrust her crotch in the air, moaning, More! More! tears of
hunger streaming down her face. She gaped upwards at the night, the torment
of her loins clouding any thought of escape. Then she saw Fugazi, the giant
Italian fighter, standing like Thor above her, his mighty thunderbolt in
his hands. He was stroking its shaft lightly, absolute slut perversion
brimming his eyes, and Patty stared with fascination.

His cock was as large as a gargantuan salami, and about the same color.
He grinned down at her, waving the hardened spectacle at her, his prick
rearing from his thighs like a third leg. Groggily she estimated its size
in yardage rather than inches, and the two sperm carrying containers below
its base hung like sacks of cement. She was reminded of a giant cannon and 
two cannon balls ready to roar in belching flames of action.

She jerked her feasting eye from his cock and balls to once more stare
up at the circle of faces, her mind dimmed in a manner she could not
comprehend, and then she locked her eyes once more on Fugazis fantastic
fulcrum. She gasped in terror, her mind unable to comprehend that thing
inside her cunt.

No not that, Pete! You mustnt! It isnt true! Youre wearing
something! That cant be all yours!

He laughed, long and hard, and said, Its mine, baby. And its going to
be all yours in a minute, even if I tear you apart!"

The others came closer, leering, sneering, as if to get a birds-eye
view of the marvel which they were about to see. The Laufgren brothers
squatted on either side of her and grasped her ankles, holding them apart
and steady. Her delicate, coral slit nestling in the pubic down flowered in
full, unrestrained view as she struggled, opening and closing like a mouth
of a gulping sea bass, and out of nowhere came a hand to pinch the nipple
of her left tit, withdrawing as quickly as it attacked.

Fugazi positioned himself between her thighs, and then on his signal,
the Laufgren brothers raised her ankles, bending them to her writhing body
until they were doubled all the way back, her toes near her head, and she
groaned from the pain. Her face was contorted with anguish, every muscle in
her body feeling as though it was torn asunder, and the flat plane of her
luscious, hair-covered pussy was presented in all its splendor to the
kneeling throng.

Fugazi grinned down at her, as he had when he was sucking her cunt then
with his lips bared back in a cry of plundering, his fine, white teeth
glimmering in the moonlight, he began to stroke his immense cock with both
hands as if in greedy preparation for the assault upon her helpless
offering. His body swayed on his great knees, his skin sweat stained in a
brilliant glow. He shuffled backwards awkwardly, his huge, bursting prick
thrust toward Patty, quivering out of balance from the load of blood it
carried like a top-heavy tree trunk.

Patty was awed, and the tremendous passion built up inside her lessened
considerably as she gaped hysterically at the writhing torso of a penis.
She stared through her splayed thighs, unable to drag her eyes from it. It
mesmerized her like a snake to a flute.

Then, Fugazi jerked his loins, and she found that she was lifting her
buttocks to meet him as if she were under some kind of hypnotic spell,
searching with her gaping vagina the horrendous cudgel which was to tear
her in two. She wanted him! All of him! She cringed in horror, but she had
to have that cock!

The other men stared with unconcealed jealousy as the blue-veined
monster nuzzled its head at the hungry opening between her legs, waggling
for a moment as a stallion might, poking at the pink, rounded slit of
flesh, gently opening the lips wider.

Be easy, Pete, she moaned breathlessly, Oh for Gods sake, be easy!

Ram her, Pete, yelled Renault in satyrical vengeance, gripping his own
limp shaft tightly. Marcia and Sylvia couldnt take you, but that bitch
can! Shes got the cunt for it, I know! Go on, ram it into her!

Then, as if he was jumping off a hundred foot cliff into a canyon below,
Fugazi leaped upon her, a wild cry of abandonment tearing from his throat:
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh ssshhhhhhheeeeeeeiiiiiiiitttttttttttt.

Patty threw back her head and screamed insanely; AAAAAAAhhhhg, God!
She tried to free her legs from the ruthless imprisoning, but Pete forced
his chunky, expanding penis inside the quivering lips of her hair-covered
cunt, brutally exploiting the stubborn, rubbery flesh almost to the ripping
point. Patty wrenched at the hands which imprisoned her, kicking and
squirming to escape this inhuman, agonizing impalement. But the men and
Petes cock held her tight.

Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhh! Its too big! Its splitting me in half! Stop!
Stop! She was certain her pussy lips were stretched wafer thin, and that
her vaginal walls had collapsed from the insurmountable pressure of Petes
hydraulic hammer. The pain seethed through her like electric charges of
flesh-searing lightning.

Pete took a deep breath and leaned toward her, pushing in further

AAAARrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggg! Oh God, please take it out! she screamed
at the top of her lungs.

The men around her tortured body leaned closer over her hot, perspiring
form, their faces hanging agape as if hypnotized by her straining nakedness
inches away from them. She was dimly aware of hands clutching and squeezing
and massaging her breasts and fingers clawing over every part of her body
like giant insects.

Nooooo, she sobbed, Nooooo! She was half hysterical with tears
flowing in great gushes from her pain blinded eyes. Pete thrust again,
plowing his giant cock into the deep furrows of her tightly resisting
passage, pressing great waves of her pink soft cuntal flesh rippling before
it. She quaked spasmodically as the gigantic rod plunged, her mind racing
in frantic reasoning as the huge monster filled her, crushing her inner
organs as it dug deeper and deeper into her quivering young belly. It
seemed to fill her to her throat, tearing the very soul from her body,
devouring her flesh as he flexed the colossus once, twice. Her life was
being torn from her in mouthfuls of depraved sensuality, and there was
nothing left but this horrendous cock fucking down between her legs.

With an earthquaking thud Petes pelvis crashed resoundingly against the
wide-split crevice of her ass. His immense semen inflated sac swaggered
with the effort his magnificent muscle lay imbedded deep inside her
quivering cunt like the great rod of a stud bull. He stopped, holding still
above her, knowing that he had hurt her, and he waited for her to become
accustomed to the presence of his huge prick in her tormented belly, He
watched her pain wracked face as she gnashed her teeth and bit her lip.

Then he flexed again and she groaned uncontrollably from deep inside and
reclenched her teeth, the sound of the anguished girl less as the pain 
subsided in her hot throbbing lesion. He began a slow revolving motion with
his pelvis, grinding his cock into her naked cunt, stretching the still
cringing wails of her vagina until he fit like a Goliathic sword in a
Davidean sheath.

She raised her eyes, a deranged feeling of pride running through her at
the idea of being able to accept all of Pete, as unbelieving faces stared
at the pussy which was able to swallow the whole of the prick. She knew
that they stared and why, and in her dazed, warped mind she also made out
the lewdly rubbing hands as they caressed her ass cheeks and fingered her
stretched pussy where Pete was stuck. She felt a fingertip probe of her
anus, beneath the soft, swaying bags of his testicles, flirting teasingly
with the defenseless hole like a dog tongue. She winced as the finger
probed, suddenly popping inside the tight sphincter ring to worm its way
through the spongy passage inside, enlarging the rectum until the palm of
the invading hand rested against her buttocks and the entire digit was
buried securely within the puckered, pulsating hole.

Pete commenced a racking, saw-like motion in and out of Pattys moist,
flesh-filled pussy, plunging piteously from the crest of his withdrawal and
ramming her agony strewn body mercilessly against the finger in her
asshole. The two foreign objects which had violated the sanctity of her
femininity became a dual fucking team, the massive cock and the probing
finger raising whimpers and whines of passion from her mouth as they kept
up the obscene cadence with their duo rhythm. Her torture was changing to a
strange sensation of tingling joy as the outrageous defilement and
subjugation aroused the full masochistic feelings she had withheld.

Her strong hips began to gyrate with unanticipated movements in an
abandoned harmony with the ever increasing speed of the cock and finger
fucking her. Hands from the circle of admirers groped to help while faces
leered down at her with hungered expressions.

AAAAaaaahhhhhhh. she heard herself yell, Fuck me! Fuck me! she
whimpered piteously. Oh God yes! Fuck me this way! she mewled, writhing
her body lustfully amidst the clutching hands and fingers which crawled
over her vibrant flesh everywhere. Hands were beating their masters cocks
to the same beat of her fucking large ones small ones fat ones she was
in a penis paradise, and all the time the most magnificent of them all was
imprisoned in her cunt, hungrily screwing itself with each growing thrust
like an immense, oversized gourd.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, she cadenced as the delicious assault of
her asshole and cunt continued, Dont ever stop! Dont ever stop!" She was
strapped between their battering lust like an animal ensnared. Her mind
reeled and she rotated her upthrusted ass higher and higher as she
endeavored to keep pace with the twin shafts of flesh pummeling into her
like an automized fucking machine.

Then she felt someone seize her hand and place a cock in it, pressing
her fingers snugly around it. She began to jerk and stroke it in mutual
tempo, while Petes huge prick drubbed her throbbing pussy and the finger 
pulsated in her heaving anus. Then another penis was put into her left
hand she had cocks, cocks everywhere!

Suddenly Pete rolled his eyes moronically around their sockets and he
cried out in a guttural wail. His heavy balls began to force gush after
gush of his hot, thick sperm deep into her constricted womb. No! No! Wait!
Wait! she yelled at him, but again it was too late. She tried to stop his
stream by grinding her seething crotch up against his pelvis tightly, but
the very nature of her sucking movement defeated her purpose. The desperate
grasping of her unsatiated cunt milked him dry, the final dregs of his vast
load of cum gurgling deep within her distended belly.

The Laufgren brothers loosened their hold on Pattys legs and pulled
Pete off her still writhing body. A sticky trail of white cum stretched
from his uselessly drained and deflating cock across the milky whiteness of
her naked thighs, only to be broken as Harold thrust himself upon her,
cradling his stiff penis in her squirming cunt like a jackhammer.

Patty jerked upwards to meet him animalistically, his face a blurred
nonentity above her as she struggled wildly to achieve the climax she had
so far been denied.

Christ! Renault exclaimed, his voice only faintly registering in her
passion-crazed brain, Look at her Fuck!

You were right, Rick, you sure as hell were right! came the
unmistakably lewd voice of Carter Laufgren.

A shudder of wanton delight surged through her raw, nerve tingling body
as their obscene words were heaped upon her helplessness. Her breasts
heaved and quivered, and she surged against Harold with her hardened
nipples like they were sharp buttons on a skintight coat until her insane
fucking came to a tidal wave cresting, and a searing, indescribable elation
roaring through her madly rotating loins, the lips of her hair-lined cunt
working and grabbing at his penis, her breath rasping in short, gasps as
the lightning bolt of her orgasm jolted her from the top of her skull down
to her toenails.

OOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhh Ggggggggooooooodddddddd! she wailed, Im
ccccuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg! She rapped the cocks in her
hands, and they spewed forth their jets of viscid fluid over her hotly
naked breasts and belly, dribbling down her ribs and sides like melted
vanilla ice cream.

Harold came, his plunging shaft pouring its lust driven load into her
quaking womb, and as soon as he was off her, another mounted her, and then
another as Patty wallowed in the lewd, mucid pools of their sperm,
chastising and debasing herself in her maniacal arousal, her mind a
befogged mass of unintelligible cerebration.

Then they ordered her to get on her knees, and they grabbed impatiently
at her hips to help. Her head reeled as she got on all fours, and then she
felt the first body kneeling behind her open thighs, and she waggled the
stretched orbs of her ass as the blunt end of the invaders cock rammed
into the sperm-soaked gash of her cunt. She heard him groan and then thrust
again, shoving her forward.

Carter had knelt in front of her and shoved his still wet, semen
splattered cock into her gaping mouth, and then he held her head by her
hair, and sawed her face savagely. She gagged as he rammed his tool to the
back of her throat, her ovalled lips brushing the short, wiry hair of his
groin, his balls slapping harshly against her chin. She fought for breath,
managing to catch it on the outstroke of his cruel buffeting.

The two men pummeled her body between them, and once more the lustful
mental vision of her helplessness made her more excited. The desire deep
inside her belly became a rabid torrent once more and she began to roll her
buttocks high up behind her in a circulating movement, constricting with
her cunt muscles at the hot, fleshy, pole burrowing into her. She wanted to
exploit it to the limit, to saturate her womb with boiling cum until it
spluttered out of her glutted cunt to rivulet down her thighs in a thick,
hot mass of sheer sexual abandonment. She sucked insatiably at the stubby
penis in her mouth, her cheeks concaving and her tongue swirling. She
stabbed the dilated orifice where the sperm would soon be shooting, and she
wanted the juice to pour down her gullet and warm her entrails until she
was drenched with sperm inside and out.

She got her wish!

At the same time her second climax started, the cock fucking her dog
fashion bulged into a crescendo and spurting its creamy hot charge,
splashing and shooting violently against her cunt walls, then drizzling
back out of her to drip from her saturated vaginal hair. His balls massaged
her clitoris causing her to jerk forwards, submerging the prick she was
sucking to its very hilt. It roared with sudden discharge, flooding her
mouth and throat with the deliciously pungent liquid, bloating her cheeks.
She swallowed fast and greedily, clasping her lips together in a tight ring
around the prick so as to not lose a single drop. Still, some of his cum
managed to dribble down her chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a
sweeping, snakelike motion to salvage the strings of sticky semen as the
limp penis pulled free of her lips with a wet, sucking sound.

Patty skewered her ass back savagely onto the still spurting cock in her
cunt and with a wail from between her gnashing teeth, she felt her own body
explode in a burst of showering stars. Her body writhed in the racking,
agonizing ecstasy that sent her whirling madly into outer space. Then she
felt the clouds roll over her and she fell forward on her face and merciful
oblivion overtook her.

Chapter 9

As she awoke, the sun was just beginning to lighten the early morning
sky. She was alone, and the garden was deathly quiet, and at first she had
trouble orienting herself as to where she was. She somehow staggered to her
feet, and as she did, a small shower of pictures shed from her head and
shoulders like a rain of filth. It took only one cursory glance to tell her
that the photos were the ones she had bargained her body for, and that she
had been successful in saving Marcia from exposure.

She collected them with a dazed, almost incoherent mind, the muscles and
ligaments of her torn and battered body a mass of pain as she bent over to
pick them up. She staggered back to the house and found it deserted, except
for the houseboy who was asleep in his little bedroom off the library. Her
dress was miraculously where she had left it, in the bedroom where she had
been feathered by Renault, and slowly, agonizingly she dressed and cleaned
herself up a bit.

She went straight to bed when she arrived at Marcias house an hour
later, and stared at the flowered pattern on the wallpaper. She knew that
she had been fucked by God only knew how many men long after she had passed
out, even though she obviously couldnt remember it, been treated like a
cold corpse under necrophiliac pummeling.

Her mind was the degraded, humiliated, something less than human object
it had been the day before, and she was totally unconcerned whether she
lived or died. She was aware that even though her ravished, battered, and
bruised body would heal physically, she doubted that anything could ever
eliminate the horrible mental injury she had.

She tried to shake the memory of the savage assaults made upon her last
night, but then she would remember the pictures and that she has allowed
such viciousness to be done to her, and she convulsed in tremors She
should have been filled with repugnance and loathing, but instead she had
to admit that she had been an integral part of the action, enjoying and
pleading for more and more and more. Oh God! The appalling truth of her
debauched personality was too much to bear!

Suicide yes, she had to kill this horrid creature before it infected
others it wasnt suicide, it was more of euthanasia, for it would be
merciful to end the suffering and torment she was flooded with. Yet there
was still a message in the back of her mind which said to live, not die.
Perhaps it was the last vestige of her pride, or her stubborn, determined
resolve not to let her failure be taken as total defeat. The dim, dazed
recesses of her brain fought desperately for survival.

Nevertheless, Patty pulled back the covers and groped her way toward the
bathroom. The razor the sharp, clean razor which would simply and
surgically slice her wrists and let the perverted blood of her despicable
flesh pour out into the cleansing air.

She got to the medicine cabinet and took the razor with which she shaved
her underarms and legs, and removed the thin rectangle of death It glinted
in the bathrooms fluorescent light as if it was an angel, winking at her,
encouraging her to die. She placed it by the rim of the bathtub and turned
on the water and adjusted the flow of medium warm. She had read somewhere
that lying in the water and slitting the wrists makes it painless. You
merely waste away, the clear water turning milky pink, then bright red and 
then burgundy as the life forces ebbed away. You slept after a long, drowsy
period of relaxation. It sounded good and soothing to her wounded spirit to
go that way. She watched the water, not in a hurry but then not willing to
live any longer than she had to, either.

The phone rang.

She ignored the sound, intent on the gushing water. It rang again and
again and again until its persistent jangling made her irritated she
couldnt die with all that noise she walked into the kitchen, unmindful
that the window curtains were aside and her lovely nakedness was for the
passing world to view, and she picked up the receiver.

Hello? she said. Marcia isnt home.

I dont want Marcia, came the voice on the other end, I want you
darling.

Who? and then Patty jerked backwards, almost losing her balance as
she realized the man talking was her husband. Larry!

Ive been trying to reach you all last night and nobody was there. I
just got home and darling, I cant wait to see you. I love you so much.

Larry Patty, the defenses of her mind shattering from his closeness
like straw before a wind, sagged into a chair and cried. Oh, Larry, what
are you doing home?

Im wounded, Patty.

Larry!

Im all right, its just a leg wound, but Im out of the service for
good. At least the active part. They dont seem to want one-legged chaps
much, he added dryly.

One-legged! Oh Larry, oh my precious! The love she thought was gone
for him came leaping back stronger than ever, clogging her throat with the
emotion. Where are you?

At my parents, of course. Dad said you were staying at Marcias, but he
wasnt too clear why.

Its because and then she stopped, and the horror of the past few
days welled up like a monster from the ocean depth. Larry, do you really
love me? she asked impulsively.

Love you? More than the world itself. Come on home, darling. I need
you.

You need me, Patty sobbed. Larry, darling, I need you!

Patty hung up the phone and raced to the bathroom to turn off the water
and replace the razor blade. She had something to live for nowLarry
something which would make her body and mind whole and useful. Yet in the
back of her head she also knew that the lessons of the experiences shed
had would not be forgotten. She needed Larry, true; for his love and body
and security. She also needed the sex of the others, the wicked hunger of
many men wanting and lusting and, yes, needing her. She hoped that she
could make Larry understand somehow
