RWS-154  The Hesitant Couple
[aka 'The Organized Swap' or 'The Hesitating Couple']
(Victor Singleton)


FOREWORD 

Psychologists tell us with regularity of the dramatic changes an individual 
can suddenly execute overnight, given the necessary trauma-a shock, perhaps, 
to his carefully constructed coordinates of reality; the death or loss of a 
loved One, a sudden change in his financial condition, a run-in with the 
law. Stories abound of shy spinsterish girls who amazingly become coquettish 
flirts in the twinkling of an eye, mousy milquetoast office underlings who, 
given their free rein, become captains of industry, ruthlessly pummeling 
their way to success and wealth. 

Certainly in these cases, the capacity for such a change has always been 
there, somewhere lurking in the unconscious, waiting for the right catalyst 
to transform the person's whole personality; nevertheless, it was with keen 
interest and empathy that we observe such metamorphic transformations, for 
it could as easily have happened to one of us. All of us, at one time or 
another, have labored under the excesses of an oppressive boss, daydreamed 
of the sweeping reforms we could make if only given the chance, talked of 
how we would run the country if we were president, or fantasied the thrills 
of just packing it all in and moving to another city, another country, 
changing our identity and history and starting afresh. But it is not often 
that one of us really has the chance ... bosses in power tend to stay in 
power, employees are not often given a say in instituting changes, and most 
of us will neither become president or move to some exotic land in search of 
a new name and adventure. So we are left with vicariously thrilling to the 
excitement of those who do make the leap. 

Aston Marlowe, one of our most keenly insighted writers, has successfully 
probed this sociological phenomenon with his usual fast-paced style and 
amazing clarity. In The Angry Swappers, we are given the contemporary story 
of not one, but two people who effectively make this mind-shattering leap, 
bridging two identities, two personalities, to let their long-dormant real 
selves emerge in control. An accountant, timid and retiring; his wife, 
withdrawn and sexually-inhibited, become ... well, perhaps it is better to 
let our author tell you the story. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Anna, I just don't think I can stand another day working under that man! 
Jake Ralston has got to be the coarsest, most vulgar human being I've ever 
had the displeasure of meeting. How he ever got to be manager of a trucking 
terminal the size of this one, I'll never know." Leonard Melton had just 
come in from another day at the ABC Trucklines Pine Junction terminal, his 
ninety-fourth day there as a management trainee sent down here to the 
Carolinas from the Maryland home offices. Melton knew precisely how many 
days he had spent under Ralston's tyranny, for he carefully marked them on 
his desk calendar, numbering them one by one, each morning wondering more 
desperately how he could hope to live through a year of suffering under that 
man. 

His pretty, blonde wife was compassionate and reassuring, as she always was 
when he came home in one of these frequent depressions, but even Anna had 
found lately that there was nothing more for her to say-it had all been 
bandied about so much that she could practically recite her husband's 
complaints word-for-word like a litany, adding the oft-rehearsed "Yes, 
dears" and "I understand, honeys" until Leonard had calmed down and they 
could proceed with the task of finishing dinner. That is, if Leonard felt 
like eating; lately, food was becoming an anathema to her husband of nearly 
three years, as he so seldom managed to finish a meal without the onset of 
stomach cramps that his doctor had warned might be the beginnings of an 
ulcer. An ulcer at twenty-eight! When she and Leonard had first started 
going out together at college, he had been the one person on campus she 
would never have guessed could succumb to the ravages of corporate 
in-fighting and pressures. 

Their friends had labeled their romance a coming-together of 
opposites-quiet, scholarly Leonard, bookish and quite distinguished looking; 
boisterous, gregarious Anna, freshman member of the cheerleading squad, 
night-owl and tennis player. It would have been difficult to find two more 
unevenly-matched students on the whole campus, yet it was almost love at 
first sight. Second or third date, anyway, and plans for marriage in the air 
before mid-term exams were being fretted about. They had their future all 
mapped out-college degrees for both of them and then a business 
administration master's for Leonard followed by an assured top-echelon 
position that would both utilize Leonard's flair for computer science and 
provide them both with the standard of living they expected. But little 
Richie had changed all of that before the end of their second year as Mr. 
and Mrs. Melton; Anna's doctor had advised her to stay away from 
birth-control pills for a while, as the strain of going to college and 
running a household was starting to wear on her, and the pills just made her 
more depressed and irritable. So it just happened, their adorable son, now 
almost a year old, was born before Leonard graduated, and any plans of 
graduate school studies went out with the first load of dirty diapers. Anna 
had never finished at all, of course, and her husband was in the ranks of 
the unemployed the day after graduation, joining the thousands of others who 
had guessed-wrongly-that American business was waiting out there somewhere 
with open arms, anxiously writing-up five-figure contracts and dangling 
stock-options. Only it had not worked quite that way at all; a full month 
after graduation, Leonard was at the point of exhaustion, having mailed 
dozens of resumes, answered countless newspaper ads and walked an estimated 
two hundred miles trekking from one employment agency to another, only to be 
told the opportunities would be better in the fall. Or in the Midwest. Or 
overseas. Or with more education. Or less education ... on and on until 
Leonard would gladly have taken a spot as night custodian in a shoe factory 
if he had been offered it. And then a man Leonard met in an agency 
waiting-room told him about this job with ABC Trucklines. It was a position 
nobody seemed to want, for though the money was fairly good and the 
advancement opportunities exceptional, it meant a full year on assignment as 
a management trainee in one of the transportation company's widely-scattered 
truck terminals. The only thing these sites seemed to have in common was 
their remoteness and inaccessibility-one on the sandy Georgia coastal plain 
in some little one-horse town no one outside the town limits had ever heard 
of. Another, sixty miles from the Mexican border in New Mexico, in a desert 
region so isolated they did not even have television. And the one Leonard 
finally chose ... five miles outside a town of four thousand souls in the 
Carolina Piedmont section, a veritable metropolis by comparison with the 
other two. 

Pine Junction was a lumber and factory town originally carved out of the 
rolling Appalachian foothills in the last century as a rail depot for the 
burley lumber crews hacking their way west through the virginal pine forests 
in a frantic effort to supply the East's burgeoning shipbuilding industry. 
Most of the isolated town's present inhabitants were descended-legitimately 
or illegitemately, as they were quick to relate-from those original 
rough-and-tumble lumbermen and their women, though it seemed, from local 
folklore, that at least half the village sold out and left en masse when 
word was received of a spectacular gold-strike bonanza in the Klondike of 
the nineties. Those that stayed behind, the ones either too successful or 
too poor to just up and leave in search of a fortune, became the bulwarks of 
the Pine Junction community generally narrow-minded people, isolationists 
before the word was coined-people fearful of anything resembling progress 
lest their success draw "that sort" looking for work or a hand-out. Meaning 
Negroes, poor whites, or mostly just anyone not born and reared within 
spitting distance of Pine Junction. Leonard and Anna Melton, quite 
obviously, were outside on several indisputable counts: being 
college-educated was sinister enough, but heaven forbid, Leonard and Anna 
were from Connecticut ... Yankees! 

Twelve months in Pine Junction was going to be sheer purgatory for Leonard 
and Anna, cut off from friends and family, from even the merest pleasures 
like good conversation and social life, but they lived for the day they 
could move out of there and into a better assignment, possibly an assistant 
managership in one of the company's regional sales offices. But this 
in-the-field training was obligatory and his progress with ABC hinged on 
that all-important evaluation his immediate superior would prepare in six 
months. And that superior was Jake Ralston. 

Jake had once been considered an outsider himself in Pine Junction, though 
his position as manager of the truck terminal gave him a certain added 
respect in the close-knit community, as the terminal offered much-needed 
employment and income to Pine Junction, but there was another reason for his 
quick acceptance as well. Jake was a man that no one dared rebuff, for he 
had the presence of sheer physical power about him, a giant of a man who 
commanded authority wherever he went, often garnered at the threat of a few 
broken bones. Jake minced no words when it came to giving orders, and it 
seemed to Leonard that practically everybody in town took orders from 
Ralston at one time or another. He was accepted as a necessary evil, a man 
with few friends but no outspoken enemies. 

The story was often told of Jake's unusual climb to management with ABC, a 
company noted for its college-grad training programs and incentive 
stock-options. Jake was an exception, a maverick, and he resented the 
smart-aleck young college kids who came into the company with nothing and 
quickly moved up the management ladder he had taken years to climb. Jake had 
first been hired as a dock-helper, the lowliest of the rowdy, work-toughened 
men who work around the truck terminals, assisting the higher-paid union 
men, cleaning up and just generally doing what they are told. Jake had taken 
the job as a stop-gap measure, just something to hold him over until a 
better spot came along, but it was the early fifties and the job market was 
glutted with men like himself, hardly out of their teens but 
hardened-veterans all, Jake being a newly-discharged Marine just returned 
from Korea. He quickly established a reputation around the Georgia terminal 
as being no man to trifle with-he took orders and carried them out to the 
best of his ability, but he had little time for complaints unless they were 
justified. 

As Leonard heard it from the crusty old night-dispatcher, Jake had broken a 
tough grizzly trucker's jaw his third week on the job and was called into 
the foreman's office expecting to be fired. Only it seemed they were having 
labor troubles at one of their terminals and they needed some men who could 
handle their fists as well as their heads so Jake was sent in as a new 
line-foreman with only three weeks experience under his belt. The rest of 
his climb to management was far from meteoric, however, as the leap from 
foreman to white-collar management level is a wide chasm indeed; it took him 
almost twenty years to make it this far and he bore more than a little 
resentment toward those "kids" who often made the same climb in a couple of 
years. Leonard had heard enough about Jake Ralston, both here and back at 
the home office, to convince him he was a man to whom one gave a wide berth; 
he was no man of violence himself, though he wasn't afraid to fight if he 
was pushed into it. But he knew that just one serious encounter with Ralston 
could dead-end his chances for making a decent life for himself and his 
family; it was for that reason, and that alone, that Leonard Melton, each 
morning, before the day was officially under way, crossed off another day on 
his desk calendar. One day less in Pine Junction, one day less under Jake 
Ralston's calloused thumb. 

* * * 

"Honey, you've got to eat something. Look at you, your clothes hardly fit, 
your pants hang off you like they were hand-me-downs." 

Leonard shook his head and cleared away some of the cobwebs; he had been 
daydreaming again, only it was actually more of a nightmare and now he was 
back, back to his tiny formica-topped table in his company apartment on the 
town limits of Pine Junction, out of Jake Ralston's clutches until tomorrow 
morning at eight-thirty. "I'm sorry, Anna, I wasn't listening. What did you 
say?" 

"I noticed. You never are these days." Anna was irritated; this dinner was 
supposed to be a special treat. She had kept little Richie up all day 
without a nap so he would go to bed early and then surprised Leonard with 
her special braised chicken in wine-coq au vin. And for all the fuss he had 
made over it, it might as well have been Kentucky Fried Chicken in a box. 

"I said I was sorry, Anna. Don't get your feelings all ruffled." 

"I'm not doing any such thing! But you could have at least said something 
about the dinner. I spent half the afternoon getting it ready and you didn't 
even notice!" She was close to crying now, her eyelids fluttering to quench 
the tears. 

"Oh damn, honey, I'm really sorry," he said consolingly. "It's just that 
I've got a lot on my mind, really. I do appreciate the dinner, honest, it's 
just ... well, you know, we've been through it all a hundred times already." 

Anna reached across the narrow table and rubbed his cheek with the back of 
her hand. "I know, darling, I really do. But can't we have some time to 
ourselves without that horrible man hanging around like a curse? I know how 
much you despise him but he can't get to you here, darling, he's...." 

"And what's that supposed to mean!? You think I'm afraid of him, don't you? 
Can't you see it's for you and Richie that I go through all this crap? I'd 
walk out on that uncouth bastard tomorrow if I was single!" 

Anna jerked her hand away abruptly. 

"Well, that can be arranged as well, Leonard!" 

Her husband stood up and tossed his unused napkin onto his plate. "This is a 
re-run, Anna. We've been through it all before. I'll be up late working on 
some payroll reports for Ralston, so you might as well go on to bed without 
me." 

Anna felt like saying, What difference would it make whether you came with 
me or not? You haven't treated me like a woman in weeks anyway! But instead, 
she quietly went about the chore of putting dinner away in plastic left-over 
cartons. And tomorrow would be day number ninety-five ... only two hundred 
and seventy to go 

* * * 

It was never like this in the dreams we used to share, Anna thought 
sorrowfully later that night, alone in their double bed as Leonard shuffled 
papers around on the dining table. Does he really have all that extra work 
to do or is he just killing time until he thinks I'm asleep? God, how long 
has it been now? Two weeks ... no, more like three? But it never seems to 
bother Leonard; doesn't he get these same hungerings? Aren't men the same? 

When we were both still in college and newlyweds, then it was different. 
Wow, was it ever! Then it was every night, sometimes twice, and then often 
again in the mornings. Mmmmm, it was like a honeymoon for months and months! 
Even the first time was something special, that night in the back seat of 
Leonard's old Chevy, the night we got engaged. We were planning to get 
married, so we figured, what the hell, why should we be in agony when we 
could get a head start on married life right now? We didn't know it, but it 
was the first time for both of us ... and wow, was it everything it was 
supposed to be! Lights flashing, fireworks going off, sirens wailing ... 
could that only have been three years ago? 

There was a sound of water running from the bathroom and Anna felt herself 
tense in futile anticipation; it was like this almost every night now ... 
her alone and hopeful. And Leonard exhausted and preoccupied. 

She pretended to be asleep when he came in and whispered her name. It made 
no difference nowadays whether she was awake or not, and if she was awake, 
they would probably get into another argument. Anna felt the sheet lift and 
his body settle beside her; instinctively she snuggled her buttocks up 
against his side. It was October in Quarry County, but the last few days had 
heralded a spell of Indian Summer, so Anna had come to bed tonight with only 
her panties on. With the practiced touch acquired from night after night of 
being rebuffed, she waited expectantly for him to jerk away from her ... to 
grunt his usual good-night or perhaps kiss her on the cheek like she was a 
child ... anything to tell her, as usual these last months, that he 
preferred his own side of the bed to hers. But tonight, just perhaps, it 
might be different. 

"Anna, honey, are you still awake?" he whispered. Feeling delightfully 
wicked, she answered with a seductive wiggle of her behind. She was almost 
afraid to hope ... maybe he just wanted to talk. "I finished my work, honey 
... and I'm sorry about dinner. I know you went out of your way to fix 
something nice and I acted like ... like,. well, Jake Ralston". Maybe being 
around him has corroded my manners. Anyway...." His hand slipped around her 
tiny slender waist as he settled close behind her and pulled her firm 
buttocks up against his bare belly. One hand coursed over the smoothness of 
her perfect, unblemished back; he could feel the soft warm nakedness of her 
bare feminine flesh against his abdomen and he quickly slipped out of his 
jockey-shorts. 

Anna felt a naked shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her bare 
flesh at the first passionate nudge of his hardening cock nestled 
suggestively in the soft hairless furrow of her buttocks. She pushed her 
soft ass-cheeks back tightly against the stiffening flesh of his manhood and 
trapped it firmly between the firm womanly half-moons of her ass. She was 
hesitant to open her eyes, lest this all be a cruel dream, a hoax played on 
her by her own unconscious. But when she did, she could see that it was real 
... her husband and lover seemed miraculously to be his old eager self once 
again. She could only pray it would last; that this somehow-ignited spark of 
desire she had thought long extinguished would flame one more time into the 
raging wildfires of passion she had once known. 

He kissed her gently behind the ear and tugged her panties down over the 
swell of her hips and along the smooth bare flesh of her legs; she shivered 
again at the feeling of utter nakedness and squirmed tighter against his 
throbbing hardness. His cock was fully erect and stiff now, poking curiously 
between her thighs as she clamped them claspingly around the softly pulsing 
rigidity. She could feel the full hard length of his familiar cock rubbing 
incitingly against the sensitive fleshy folds of her cunt, the swollen 
purplish head brushing electrically over the nerve-jammed bud of her 
clitoris. Without even trying, she could feel the warmly moist lips of her 
vagina flower open to receive him eagerly, hungrily nibbling with unabashed 
desire at the hardness of his cock. 

Leonard eased further down behind her, lowering his body as they both lay 
nestled together on their right sides on the mattress, sliding down over the 
firmly rounded cheeks of her buttocks and the naked, unblemished smoothness 
of her back. His desire-stiffened cock was perfectly positioned to surge 
into the soft moist pinkness of her vagina; its throbbing, lust-engorged 
head, distended and purplish with lust-heated blood, was poking between the 
wetly clasping lips of her cunt and her hotly eager vaginal flesh ravenously 
urged him into her very belly. "Okay, sweetheart?" he murmured needlessly. 

Anna could barely manage an answer. "Y ... yes, darling, yes ... now, now!" 
His stiffly erect manhood surged forward relentlessly between the hungry 
lips of her vagina, not stopping until his loins smacked resonantly against 
her buttocks and his testicles rested between her thighs. Anna choked on a 
soulful cry of ecstasy as she felt the incomparable joy of lust-hardened 
maleness between her legs. "Oooooohhhh ... yes, yes, yes!" She shuddered 
from the tips of her bare toes as his love-stiffened cock thrust rapidly in 
and out of her voraciously clasping velvety cuntal sheath, each backward 
jerk of his hips pulling the softly clinging flesh of her vagina out and 
then stuffing it deeply into her belly as he burrowed skeweringly again, 
poking and prodding her innermost secret joy-spots with harder and harder 
thudding thrusts. Her eyes were tightly closed again, this time not in dread 
but in passion, as his maddeningly rhythmic strokes pumped in and out of her 
sex-starved cuntal slit; each long, impaling thrust seemed deeper than the 
one before, and she could feel the electrifying waves of wanton ecstasy that 
were welling up from her lust-incited loins, sweeping thrillingly over her 
whole naked body. She wanted to cry out in erotic delight, but she dared not 
for fear of waking little Richie. 

Her nipples had hardened arousedly and were now throbbing with the 
overwhelming strength of her long-suppressed passion. She could warmly feel 
the spreading wetness of her own love-juices as they fervently lubricated 
her husband's skewering hardness in passionate anointment. 

Leonard looked down his chest at the splendid exhibition of his well-formed 
voluptuous wife, as beautiful tonight as that first night they met, her 
tantalizing buttocks-cheeks clenched tightly as she ground back lasciviously 
onto the impaling thickness of his cock, her soft ivory thighs parted to 
accommodate his stiffened sex, her legs scissoring in an open rhythm with 
the hoarse throaty moans of ardent passion that escaped her quivering lips 
...! 

Anna's heart stopped in her naked breasts as she heard her husband grunt 
huskily behind her, and then she knew it was all over ... his sperm-laden 
testicles gushed a seething flood of hot liquid into her belly that oozed 
from around the shaft of his cock and dribbled warmly down her 
passionately-clenched thighs. Her whole body was tensed and immobile, as 
though by remaining perfectly still, not moving, not even breathing, her 
worst fears might be proven groundless. 

But when, after a few moments, she felt his rubbery cock slip wetly from her 
reluctant vaginal grip, she knew there would be no more for her. "Leonard 
... p-please ... just ... a ... little ... more...." But he was swinging his 
legs off the bed now and making his way in the dark to the bathroom. 

She knew she would not cry this time, the tears were all shed a long time 
ago, but she was agonizingly crushed and depressed none the less. Leonard's 
unexpected passion after all these nights of neglect had given her hope ... 
and now that too was gone. 

Anna bit painfully into her trembling lower lip, purposely hurting herself 
to distract her mind from the greater agony between her thighs, the fervent 
throb of unfulfilled desire. She knew what she would have to do, just as she 
had shamefully done so many times already ... tomorrow when Leonard was 
gone. Tomorrow when her own caressing fingers would have to quench the 
agonizing hurt that once her husband had destroyed so wonderfully ... 
tomorrow. And now, for tonight, she had simply to find the means to sleep. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Connie, how about some more fried chicken. This ain't enough to keep a bird 
alive!" Jake Ralston, his napkin tucked into his collar, was bellowing 
across the dining room of their spacious ranch-style house in Crab tree 
Meadow, two blocks from the Pine Junction Golf Club. Crabtree Meadow was the 
nicest suburban development in the wooded countryside that surrounded the 
town; in fact, except for a few clustered jerry-built houses some quick-buck 
operator built a few years back for the blacks who work at the terminal, 
there was no other suburban development at all. 

"Goddamn it, Jake, I'm frying it! Just eat what you've got on your plate and 
I'll bring some more. You're not gonna starve, not with that lard-gut 
o'yours!" Connie Ralston wiped the perspiration from her forehead as she 
waited beside the electric deep-fat fryer as another half-dozen pieces of 
chicken sizzled in the boiling vegetable oil, and turned a crisp, flaky 
brown, just the way Jake liked it. 

"All right, all right, I didn't ask for no wise-ass remarks! I've got to get 
back to the terminal tonight, there's a couple of new guys starting on the 
graveyard shift and I want to be around to be sure they get off on the right 
foot." 

Connie Ralston came in carrying a heavily-laden plate heaped with 
steaming-hot chicken and placed it carefully on the table next to the huge 
bowl of mashed potatoes and the boat of gravy; there was a smaller bowl but 
it was freshly-emptied. 

"Do you want some more peas, honey?" Connie asked routinely, helping herself 
to a couple of pieces of the chicken before they were eaten. 

"Naw, this is enough." He had finished a leg and was starting on a sizzling 
breast in the time it took her to sit down and unfold her napkin. 

"What's the big hurry, lover boy? Those new guys don't start for another 
three hours yet." 

Jake wiped the chicken-grease from his lips with the back of his hand and 
then wiped the hand on his bib-napkin. "Yeah, I know, but I wanna be there 
when they turn up. You can tell a lot about a guy by watching him the first 
night. You know, like how early he is, if he's nervous, whether he comes 
right in or sits in the car ... that sort of stuff." 

"What difference does all that make if he does his job well? I think you 
just like to razz these new guys for something to do, Jake. Just like you're 
always needling that Melton kid in the office." 

Jake slammed his meaty fist on the table and everything, bowls, plates, 
stainless-steel flatware, leaped an inch into the air and crashed with a 
rattle. "Damn it, Connie, I've told you time and time again, that's my 
business and nobody else's! I run that terminal the way I know best and I 
think I do a damn good job!" 

Connie knew she had over-stepped her bounds, and she pushed her chair back 
and stepped around behind her burly, ex-Marine husband. "I'm sorry, baby," 
she purred. "I didn't mean to meddle in your affairs. I'll make it up to you 
when you've finished dinner." 

Jake grunted. "Yeah, well it had better be good." 

"Good? When was it ever bad, lover boy?" the teasing-blonde purred 
seductively in his right ear; her hands coursed over his barrel chest and 
affectionately toyed with the hump of male flesh beneath the coarse fabric 
of his work pants. Jake never wore expensive clothes to the terminal, 
preferring to look more like a trucker than a bookkeeper as he explained it. 

"Oh, I've had better," her husband said absently, chewing a mouth-sized 
chuck of chicken breast. "Emmy the other night at the party, for instance 
... now that was a piece o'ass! Man, she's got a goddamn set of jaws in that 
pussy and they love to eat cock!" 

Connie feigned shock and embarrassment. "Why, my stars above, such talk from 
a gentleman like you!" 

"You're nobody to talk, Connie Ralston ... I got a good look at you and 
Emmy's old man Brad. You were suckin' that prick like I never feed you at 
home. Honestly, honey, people are gonna think you never eat if you keep 
sucking like that for folks to see!" 

"Mmmmmmm, it wasn't hunger, baby ... it was lust, pure lust! Damn, did he 
ever have a cock on him. When he came, I nearly choked to death; it tasted 
like a quart and a half!" 

"Yeah, but was it quality? Why settle for skim milk when you can get the 
real cream right here at home?" Jake loved to watch her when he talked like 
this; Connie had a thing about sucking cock. 

She had always been that way, since the days when she worked at the 
Tri-State Truckers' Haven up on the Virginia border. Connie had built quite 
a reputation for herself, spread by satisfied truckers through four of five 
states. 

A few of them were even bold enough, or stupid enough, to think that Connie 
was still community property even after her marriage eight years ago to Jake 
Ralston-one of the two would never drive a truck again unless he figured a 
way to do it with his one good arm and the second was rumored to be living 
in Oregon, taking only the long-haul assignments that kept him along the 
West Coast, three thousands miles from Jake's vengeance. 

Connie was his woman now, one hundred percent, though he didn't mind 
spreading her talents around at the parties they had started going to about 
a year ago, a group of mostly truckers and their wives and girlfriends who 
met at a different house every other week, with the end result always the 
same ... more sucking and fucking than any man or woman could handle, even a 
dyed-in-the-wool wencher and cunt-hound like Jake Ralston. 

"I hear cream is fattening, baby, so maybe I'll just stick to skim milk for 
awhile," she whispered teasingly, her hand on the rapidly-swelling bulge of 
his huge cock. 

"Like hell you will!" he bellowed, and pushed his own chair out enough to 
clear his enormous beer-belly. He swung his legs around, still seated at the 
table and pushed his wife down by the shoulders until her head was in his 
lap. "Now, big mouth, see how well you talk with a cock down your throat!" 

Connie Ralston needed no further encouragement ... she could suck cock 
morning, noon and night and never get enough. Most of the time, she could 
even bring herself off as well, insinuating her firm womanly thighs together 
and massaging the sensitive pearl of her clitoris with the fleshy insides of 
her thighs. Connie anxiously opened his pants as Jake obligingly sucked-in 
his gut and she held the waistband in both hands as she tugged down the 
zipper; she knelt between his muscular legs and reached inside his unzipped 
pants and, without bothering to either remove his pants or his boxer shorts, 
she yanked affectionately at the thickening hardness of his cock until it 
lay along the inside of his left leg, completely exposed now. She began to 
stroke his thick rod of strength first with one hand and then between the 
opened palms of both with a slow, torturous pressure. 

He groaned loudly and boisterously, thrusting his half-uncovered loins 
upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips tightly encircled 
the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his now-hardened organ. 

Connie hummed teasingly. "Mmmmmmmmm...." She felt his cock grow even stiffer 
at the tantalizingly sensation of her lips vibrating around his firm 
hardness. He groaned again and reached down to entangle his fingers in her 
short blonde hair, guiding the rhythm of her now-bobbing head. She knew he 
was watching her as he always did when she went down on him; he loved the 
sight of his thick, blood-engorged cock buried wetly between her eagerly 
sucking lips, just as she cravingly relished the spectacle of his laving 
tongue as it luridly caressed her cuntal pinkness. They were of one mind 
when it came to sex-anywhere, anytime and with practically anybody. 

"Connie, I've been thinking," he said in a near-whisper, his head back and 
his voice hissing through clenched teeth. "We've gotta' bring some new blood 
to the parties soon, it's our turn, you know. Have you got any bright ideas 
yet?" 

"Mffffgghhhh!...." She looked up at him without taking her tautly ovaled 
lips from around his cock, bending her head as far upward as she could with 
his throbbing hardness down her throat. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess you can't talk right now," he said with a cynical 
lilt. "What I had in mind, baby ... don't stop sucking ... mmmm, that's 
better ... what I had in mind was some of the Melton kid's sweet little 
wife. Man, she's got an ass on her I'd sure love to fuck ... tight and high 
and sweet! Shit, what a piece she'd be!" 

The rhythmically-bobbing blonde woman mumbled something unintelligible 
around the thickness of his cock and then teasingly began to lick the soft 
spongy glans with her tongue-tip, tormentingly boring into the tiny slit the 
way she knew her husband-and any other man--liked it. That did it nicely-he 
could not talk about that young stuck-up Melton girl with Connie Ralston 
sucking his cock! He tremored around her head as she nuzzled deeply between 
his thighs, working the heavy layer of outer flesh up and down with her 
lips, finally pushing it all the way back and then lovingly drawing her 
hotly ovaled moist lips up along the full length of his pulsing hardness 
until just the fervently swollen head remained between her O-shaped lips. 
She tightened her lips elastically and then, with a sigh of ravenous 
cock-hunger, she moved her head up and down skillfully in that lewdest of 
movements; she knew what sucking a man's cock-required and she always gave 
it her best ... thick, thin, four inches or a foot, Connie loved a cock down 
her throat more than anything! 

"Goddamn, suck it, honey!" he belched, his thoughts of lechery with his 
young assistant's wife momentarily forgotten as Connie cupped the wrinkled, 
leathery flesh of his sperm-bloated testicles gently with one hand and 
twirled her thumb and forefinger about the thick hair-matted base of his 
cock. She swirled her wet tongue about inside her mouth, lavingly caressing 
the shaft of his thrusting hardness, letting her tongue-tip playfully tease 
the tiny slit in its purplish head. She sensed his throbbing arousal, knew 
that the end was near, and began to suck his huge cock harder, scraping 
gently along the blue-veined rigidity with the edges of her teeth; she was 
taking more and more of his immensity down her cock-starved throat, 
swallowing expertly to allow the thick cock deeper, mouth-fucking thrusts 
that would have choked a lesser woman to death. Her own passion fervently 
aroused as well, she swished her tongue around and around the lust-swollen 
knobbish head until she could feel the blood pulsing inside it and she was 
taking nearly every inch of his hugely erect cock down her tender throat 
passage! 

Connie immediately tightened her fleshy thighs, massaging their soft 
fullness against one another lewdly, squeezing the lust-flushed lips of her 
vagina moistly together and arousingly caressing the tiny marble of her 
clitoris. Instantly, she could feel the surging swell of passion rage up 
from her loins as her husband began to grunt and groan incessantly. 
Frantically, she strained her thighs against each other to bring herself up 
to the very pinnacle of shuddering ecstasy as her husband neared his gushing 
climax in her clasping throat ... all she needed to set her off screaming 
was the first sweet drop of his cum! 

Jake Ralston raspily grunted down at her. "Ummmfffffff ... yeah, baby, suck 
it good now ... almost there ... almost!" There was a moment's deathly 
silence and then, "Aaaaahhhhhhhh ... I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" 

Connie shivered amusedly with a chill of wanton passion as the gush of 
liquid fire swirled down her velvety throat passage, spurt after spurt of 
the rich creamy liquid flowing copiously into her receptive belly. His hands 
knotted in her short teased blonde hair and he moaned again and again as she 
hungrily gulped every precious drop down her throat; between her legs, she 
felt a soothing spread of wetness as her own love-juices soaked the 
crotchband of her panties as her own orgasm, triggered by the pungent taste 
of hot viscous cum, eased her frantic, urgent passion ... for the moment. 

"Honey, did you mean all that about that Melton broad?" Connie was sitting 
on the floor, her head still between her husband's meaty thighs. Absently, 
she had performed the ritual of licking his heavy, thick-fleshed cock clean 
of his orgasm, as she always did when she had sucked him off. 

"Sure, why not," he answered, his voice seemingly far away as if something 
was on his mind. "You gotta' admit she's a sweet looking piece!" 

Connie chuckled and gave his rubbery, flaccid cock a teasing lick, like a 
child with a popsicle. "And what about me? You going to bring her ol' man 
into this thing too? He's kinda' good-looking, you know. It might be nice 
getting some college-trained cock. I've had enough of you and your 
truck-driven' friends." 

Jake took a good-natured swipe at the side of her head. "Shit, Connie, you 
don't ever get enough. But I'll have to think about that Melton kid. He's as 
straight as an arrow and that wife of his is just as bad. They probably fuck 
with their clothes on, if they fuck at all. Man, I could sure educate that 
pussy o'hers in a hurry!" 

"I thought you didn't like the kid." 

"I don't ... he's just like all the rest of them college boys, thinks he 
knows everything just 'cause he's read a few books. But I'd overlook that 
just to get in his wife's pants, yes sir! Man, I'll bet that li'l pussy's so 
sweet she don't even have to wash it!" 

Connie was busily tucking her husband's soft, spongy cock away in his pants; 
she knew there would be time later for some more of the same. There was 
always time with Jake. "Well, honey," she purred. "You can have that city 
girl, but don't forget ol' Connie, all right? I ain't never been fucked by a 
college boy before and I'd like to see what they teach 'em in those fancy 
universities." There was an odd grunting noise from her husband and then 
silence; Connie Ralston tilted her head up and then shrieked in mock 
ferocity. "You son of a bitch! I should have known!" Jake looked down at her 
with a greasy grin sprawled across his fleshy face ... in his right hand was 
a nearly-finished leg of fried chicken. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The terminal manager was already in his office with the door closed when 
Leonard arrived for work. 

"Damn it, that's just another demerit for me in that little book of his," 
Leonard cursed to himself as he sorted through the morning's pile of traffic 
schedules and lading invoices. "Even when I'm right on time, he still beats 
me here. That man must love this place!" Leonard was half-consciously 
reading a long list of figures, in-and-out times for the various loads that 
were brought in last night for trans-shipment or forwarding, shipments that 
were picked up by ABC Trucklines throughout the Carolinas for shipping via 
the long-haul truckers who made the daily runs up north or out to 
California. But most of his mind was somewhere else-there in his tiny, 
cramped apartment last night with Anna. He had felt for a long time that his 
wonderful marriage was somehow coming apart at the seams like a pair of 
pants that had been worn too long, and try as he might, there just seemed to 
be no solution. He even found himself, trying to imagine what life would be 
like without Anna and little Richie, something he would never have even 
dreamed about a year ago. Or even three months ago. It was this job, it had 
to be; what did he accomplish if he stuck it out in this hellhole and 
wrecked his marriage in the process? Wasn't it for Anna and Richie that he 
had taken this job? Wasn't it to provide them with a good life and a real 
chance to make something and be somebody? Then what could he hope to gain by 
throwing out all his remaining self-respect and sticking this out for 
another nine months? He'd have no wife and kid by then at the rate things 
were deteriorating at home. 

Anyway, a few more nights like last night and I won't have to worry, he said 
to himself as he sat at his desk outside Jake Ralston's office, because Anna 
will probably pack up and move back to her mother! I just can't seem to get 
my heart into anything lately, even making love to Anna, and that has to be 
the craziest yet. I'll never make it another nine months in this nut-house, 
I'll be as crazy as Jake Ralston first! 

"Uh, excuse me, is Mr. Ralston in?" Leonard had been so caught up in his own 
troubles that he had failed to notice the pretty teenager who had walked in 
through the outer door and was standing at his desk. She had shoulder length 
brown hair, tied prettily in two pigtails, the way some of the girls still 
wore their hair in these rural parts, and she had a sprinkling of freckles 
across her little girl's face and a pixie-like smile that looked capable of 
melting the coldest heart. 

Leonard stood up politely, scraping his chair on the tile floor as he pushed 
it back with his legs. "Yes, ma'am, he's in his office," he answered 
cordially, wondering all the time what a pretty little teenager like this 
could possibly have in common with a coarse brute like Ralston. 

"I have an appointment," she said carefully, taking her time over the 
multi-syllabled word. "It's about the two-week replacement job in the 
paymaster's office. Clara's sister told me about it last night and I called 
first thing this morning. It's not already filled, I hope." 

Leonard felt a noticeable sinking in his chest at the thought of this 
innocent-looking mere child being thrown to the wolves in the paymaster's 
section, two men and a woman, the former notorious for their scalp-hunting 
forays into the bookkeeping office and the latter widely rumored to strongly 
prefer the company of her own sex. "No, I don't think it's filled. Just a 
second and I'll check." It was only a couple of steps into Ralston's closed 
office but Leonard preferred the phone; this way he did not have to look at 
him more than was necessary in the course of a day. Jake answered with his 
usual, "Yeah, what is it?" on the first ring of the interoffice line and 
when Leonard explained why he had called him, Jake hurried through the door 
like a preacher before the collection, all smiles and good cheer. Leonard 
felt his stomach tighten with nausea. 

"Leonard, don't bother me with any calls for awhile, understand?" he said 
with a sickening wink as the young girl, befrocked in her Sunday School 
finest, was hurried through the door. The door closed behind her and Leonard 
was certain he heard the distinct metallic sound of a bolt being thrown. The 
nausea in his stomach was halfway up his throat before he made it to the 
water cooler and cooled his disgust with a few fast swallows of ice-cold 
water. He shook his head in revulsion and made a mental vow to simply put it 
all out of his thoughts; he had enough problems of his own without adding 
some extra ones the growing heap. He jerked the sheet of daily dockage 
figures with the meatiest computations from the stack of incoming ledgers 
and grabbed at his desk-top calculator. 

"Well, you must be Clara's sister's kid, is that right?" inquired Jake 
Ralston of the timid young brunette who was seated in a straight-back chair 
in front of his desk. Her yellow gingham dress with tiny white flowers 
printed on it was obviously homemade, probably from a pattern that came in a 
twenty-five-pound sack of flour; maybe the sack itself went into the dress. 

"Not exactly, Mr. Ralston," she replied in a frail, almost musical voice. 
"My momma died right after I was born and daddy sent me to live with his 
sister. Louise and Clara are really both my aunts, but Louise's all the real 
folks I've had since I was a baby." 

"Oh, I see. Well, Clara's family is real fine people. I'm sure they've done 
a good job of bringing you up." Poor white trash, just like all the rest of 
them around here. They'd still be scratching corn and potatoes out'a that 
red clay if ABC hadn't built this terminal! 

"Yes, sir, they've done their best. Louise is just like a mother to me." 

Jake smiled understandingly. I'll bet she is ... when she ain't down at the 
loading ramp trying to pick up five bucks from some Yankee trucker with a 
pocketful of money and a hard-on! 

"We could sure use the money, Mr. Ralston. I mean, Louise hasn't had any 
real work for a couple of months now and the two weeks pay would help out 
real nice-like. I hope the job ain't, uh, isn't filled. The man outside said 
it was still open." 

"The man outside? Why'd you go talking to him? Didn't Louise tell you to see 
me and nobody else?" Jake was turning red around the collar of his 
work-shirt-all he ever wore to the terminal, nobody would ever accuse Jake 
Ralston of being a white-collar, even behind his back. 

"Oh ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, Mr. Ralston." Her tiny 
voice was wavering and she sounded crushed, as if considering the unpleasant 
prospects of returning jobless to the two-room shanty she shared with Louise 
and her daughter. 

"Oh, what the hell, don't worry about it." Jake sat on the edge of his desk; 
his legs were only a few inches from the young girl's knees and he could see 
her blush at the unexpected closeness of a man. Damn it, I don't think 
Louise was lying for once! I believe this one is really a virgin! 

"What makes you think you can handle that vacation replacement job?" he 
asked seriously. "It's a lot of work for such a young girl. How old are you 
anyway?" 

"Seventeen ... almost. In January. But I know I can do it, honest!" Her big 
wide eyes flashed with adolescent eagerness and her voice raised excitedly. 
"Clara told me all about it and she said she could come in from bookkeeping 
once in awhile and help me if it got rough. I know I could do it, Mr. 
Ralston, and Louise ... well, she needs the money awful bad. They've been 
around twice already this month about the rent on the house and Louise 
says...." 

Jake held his hand up, palm out. "I know all about louise's problems ... all 
of them ... but I'm interested in you, uh, Sarah. I think Louise said, 
right?" 

"Yes, Mr. Ralston, it's Sarah." She was crestfallen: apparently out of a job 
before she even began. And she had promised Louise! 

"Hmm, I just don't know, Sarah," he said with convincing severity; his left 
foot hooked another straight-back chair and he slid it over next to the 
teenager's and settled his immense bulk into it. His knees touched the sides 
of her thighs bene; th her dress and she avoided his stare, looking down 
awkwardly at her fidgeting hands in her lap. "That can be a pretty rough 
place over there, Sarah. I mean, truckers aren't always a bunch of perfect 
gentlemen, you understand? It's hardly a place for a little girl who might 
get her feelings hurt just 'cause some truck driver took a liking to her and 
got cute." 

"I ... I understand all that, Mr. Ralston. Louise told me I'd have to learn 
how to handle myself around a bunch o'men. But I can handle it, Mr. Ralston, 
I just know I can!" When he lifted her chin with his calloused hand, he 
could see the redness from tears in her pretty hazel eyes. She was shaking 
like a leaf in the wind, her lips quivering with youthful uncertainty. 

"Well, you'll have to show me. Sarah," he said, and before the young girl 
could question him his hand had settled on her firm girlish breast. He had 
guessed correctly-she was not wearing a bra, either because Louise was too 
poor to afford one or out of some misguided farm notion that she was too 
young. "What if some trucker from up north, high on pills and all worked-up 
from being on the road all night, were to grab you like that, Sarah? Could 
you keep quiet? Or would you act like a kid and go running to the front 
office?" 

"N ... No, sir ... I ... I wouldn't make no fuss. L ... Louise said 
something like that m ... might happen." 

Jake laughed. "Louise told you right. Sarah. She's a smart woman, that 
Louise." Her breast was firm and succulent beneath his fondling fingers, 
bulging with ripe adolescence and pertly high and girlish. She gasped as his 
free hand reached around her shoulders and unclasped the top of her dress at 
her neck, but she said nothing. Her shoulders heaved as she breathed heavily 
when her zipper edged down the smoothness of her back. Jake pulled the 
simple cotton dress down over her bare, unblemished shoulders and slipped 
his hand down below her neck in front; his hand fastened hotly on the 
shimmering coolness of her bare breast. He could feel the tiny pertness of 
her pink nipple insinuated against the flesh of his palm. 

"P ... Please, Mr. Ralston ... I ... I...." 

"Shhhhhh, honey, I don't mean you any harm. But you gotta remember I'm in 
charge of this place and it's my responsibility to see that it's run 
smoothly, with no headaches. I gotta be sure you got what it takes, 
sweetie." He grinned wickedly and the young teenager caught a glimpse of the 
sinister evil that lurked in the back of his eyes, a cesspool of menacing 
terror that chilled her to the core of her soul. She was too terrified to 
cry out or eyen to try to run away; but he had locked the door anyway and 
there was no way out unless she screamed. And then she'd never get that job 
and Louise would lose the house.... 

Jake Ralston leaned close to the girl's pink-cheeked face and kissed her 
hotly on the lips; she could taste the acrid traces of whiskey on his 
breath, and she shuddered in revulsion but managed to force a thin, wavering 
smile to her despoiled lips. "You like it, don't you, Sarah? You girls from 
Louise's neck of the woods just seem to be born with a man-hunger, don't 
you?" he leered. 

"I ... I don't understand," the helpless young brunette replied weakly. 

"Like hell you don't!" Jake's manner had changed abruptly, as if a switch 
had been thrown in his mind, and he grabbed the girl's cotton dress and 
yanked it roughly down over her bjeasts, exposing them nakedly to his 
lustful stare. The teenager closed her eyes tightly and said not a word; her 
whole body seemed a shuddering mass of goose bumps. 

"Stand up, girl!" Jake commanded gruffly and the young pig-tailed teenager 
obeyed instantly. The thick armed ex-Marine jerked the girl's dress down to 
her tiny waist and then over the girlish bulge of her narrow hips. She 
sobbed one barely-audible cry and then stood perfectly still, her eyes still 
clenched shut as if by not seeing, none of this would be real. Jake pushed 
her gingham dress to the floor and it lay there crumpled about her ankles, a 
fallen flag of absolute surrender ... sixteen and cherry, he chuckled to 
himself, wait 'til Connie hears about this! She'll eat her heart out! 

The pig-tailed freckled girl wore nothing now but her inexpensive white 
panties, and Jake could see the sparse wisp of brownish hair beneath the 
sheer fabric ... Sweet sixteen and never been laid! 

"M ... Mr. R ... Ralston, sir, I ... I just don't know much about such as 
this and...." Her country-girl drawl was cracked with emotion. 

"Hush, honey, and the job is yours, understand?" There was no veneer of 
obsequious courtesies to his steel-edged voice now; Jake Ralston obviously 
meant business and there was no sense beating around the bush any longer.... 
It's put out or get out, baby! If you want the job, my cock comes with the 
bargain, he laughed to himself. 

"Come a little closer, Sarah." She complied without another word of protest; 
she was standing only inches from his knees and she shivered in dread as his 
thick calloused fingers gripped the elastic of her panties and began to curl 
them downward over her tiny flat belly. He grabbed them at her hips and 
pulled slowly toward the floor, an unabashed grin of eager desire on his 
lips as the tiny vee of her adolescent sex came into sight as the waistband 
of her panties dropped lower and lower. He could see the goose bumps now 
across her abdomen and feel her shudder in helpless subjugation and shame; 
in another few seconds, she was naked. Totally and hopelessly naked with 
this man old enough to be her father! 

Jake Ralston stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never 
leaving the loveliness of her young body. She was slender, surprisingly so, 
he thought, considering the way these local women went to pot so early. Her 
body was smoothly unblemished from head to foot, her girlish curves just 
beginning to show the swelling voluptuousness that would obviously come to 
her with womanhood. Her breasts were high and firm on her chest, her tiny 
crinkly nipples as pink as a pussy's nose and twice as soft. His eyes cast 
downward to the wispy curls of pubic hair that traced upward from the 
junction of her slender thighs like a smoky trail from long-smoldering coals 
... Man, oh man, if she's half the hot-box Louise has always been, she'll 
eat me alive! 

Ralston unfastened his pants and let them drop to his feet and then with a 
grunt of passion, he unbuttoned his boxer shorts and dropped them as well. 
"Come here, Sarah and sit on my lap for awhile. And remember what Louise 
told you ... you want that job, you gotta be nice to the right people." The 
freckled teenager opened her eyes and quickly brought both her hands to her 
mouth, forgetting, for the moment, her own unguarded nudity ... God, he was 
huge down there! That was the kind of thing she had seen on ponies and big 
dogs, but she had never even guessed that men carried around such things 
between their legs! 

Jake reached out to her and pulled her soft teenage nakedness against him; 
her breasts poked into the hairy thicket above the jut of his beer-belly and 
he felt her loins shudder with emotion as her naked pelvis brushed 
incitingly against the obscenely-bloated purplish head of his cock. "M ... 
Mr. Ralston, p ... please, I ... I ain't ever done nothing like this before 
and...." 

"I told you, honey, to just keep quiet ... I'll do whatever talking needs to 
be done. And don't you worry 'bout a thing. I'll show you just what you have 
to do. Louise told you everything, didn't she? You knew what was going to 
happen before you came into this office, didn't you?" 

She lowered her head. "Yes, she told me, but she made me swear not to tell 
you. Honestly, Mr. Ralston, she'll kill me if she finds out I toF!" 

"Now, now, don't you fret so," he whispered on liquored breath, pulling her 
tightly against his naked chest. "Just come here and sit on my lap like I 
told you and everything will be all right. You do real well, and I'll see 
what I can do about gettin' you a full-time job, not just this li'l 
two-weeks." 

The pig-tailed teenager sobbed from deep in her chest and let herself be 
guided and lowered onto his lap as he sat back down on the armless straight 
chair. He pulled her knees up and pushed them out on either side of his 
beer-bloated belly so that she sat precariously on the tops of his thighs; 
his jutting hardness made itself known as it poked upward and prodded lewdly 
against the sprase vee of her pubic curls. 

"Now, Sarah, put your hands behind my neck and hold on, honey, 'cause this 
might hurt just a little at first. But you'll like it well enough in a 
couple of minutes ... just like your Aunt Clara liked it when she came to 
work here!" The teenager opened her eyes in surprise and Started to say 
something, but before the words could form on her lips, Jake had grabbed her 
slender hips, his thumbs under her upturned thighs so that they parted their 
trim fleshiness and in less than a second, she was firmly and painfully 
impaled on the first inch of his thick, lust-engorged cock. 

"Uuuuuunnnnggghhhh!" she blurted out and then she bit back a scream and 
buried her head against his hairy shoulder. Jake released one girlish hip 
and reached down between them to the pink fleshy warmth of her virginal 
pussy-cleft. 

"Look down, Sarah, I want you to see it go in ... it's a sight you will 
never get tired of, believe me." Still obedient, even with the stabbing pain 
between her legs, she looked down at the incredibly huge erectness of his 
cock, to her eyes as thick as her own thighs on either side of its 
immensity. "Maybe it needs a little wetting," he said mysteriously and then, 
as Sarah watched incredulously, the burley, tattooed married man spat 
luridly into his opened palm and salaciously smeared the thick turgid shaft 
of his cock with his own saliva. Sarah looked down over the pertly jutting 
nipples of her bare breasts, her eyes wide with mesmerized disbelief as he 
rubbed his hand down over her flat belly and with his fingers, wriggled 
around the head of his cock until, with a grunt of satisfaction, he was 
content with his ravishment and he shoved yet another inch between the 
widely-stretched pink lips of her vagina. He could see their fleshy moist 
rims painfully part to accommodate his huge hardness and another gasping 
choke from the young girl assured him his satisfaction ... She was trying, 
goddamn her. she was pushing hack against his cock even through the pain of 
her first fucking ... what a piece she was going to be! Shit, maybe we could 
use her up here in the front office! 

Jake smiled at her through yellowed, nicotine-stained teeth ... it was now 
or never! With both hands now on her hips, he literally screwed her onto the 
thickness of his cock, wriggling her sideways and back and forth as he 
pushed forward with his powerful loins. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! It's killing me, Mr. 

Ralston ... it's so big I just can't stand it!" she hoarsely gasped and then 
bit with tiny sharp teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. But Jake was far 
from stopping the relentless advance of his wetly-impaling cock-her 
virginally-tight cuntal walls encircled the thickness of his cock like a 
hot, powerful fist wrapped in velvet and he moaned with the lascivious 
deliciousness of her tightness. 

"Jesus, what a pussy!" he excitedly rasped as its warm wet walls slipped 
over his rigidity like hot melted butter. His cock raced impalingly up and 
into her very belly, battering and smashing away her fragile last defenses 
in great rippling waves of warm moist flesh until every agonizingly 
thickened inch of his super-sized cock was shoved painfully into the wetly 
clinging cleft of her virginal cunt. Sarah's cries of anguish were muffled 
against Jake's shoulder as she bit into his flesh to hold back the screams 
in her throat; he pulled her down and onto his immensely erect cock, sinking 
it to its fullest depth in her quivering belly as she felt the hardness of 
its lust-bloated head pressed tight against her cervix. The young 
freckle-faced teenager knew there was no point in struggling ... she had 
lost it, lost her precious virginity in a rushing surge of virile hardness 
that swept away her maidenhead as easily as the tide cleans a beach. He had 
truly conquered her, bent her to his will ... and she would be his slave 
from this moment on. She could feel that even now in her heart and a 
saddened, lethargic resignation filled her soul with anguish. 

Her whole body was becoming limp and unresisting as she felt his hands 
crudely kneading her buttocks as he alternately lifted her and skewered her 
down and onto his cock. The pain slowly lessened as she felt her softly 
moist passage, ravished so viciously just seconds before, begin to flower 
with each greater impaling thrust he made up into her belly. She never moved 
her face from his shoulder-as much as she hated the feel of her mouth and 
cheeks against his hairy flesh, it was better than having to face him. Or 
worse yet, being forced to kiss him again, to feel his thick. liquor-soaked 
tongue down inside her mouth. Her tears of shame and humiliation soaked his 
shoulder and trickled down across the tattooed naked woman on his brawny 
chest; there could be no stopping him now. There was nothing she could do 
but accept this shameful ravishment of her young body and hope for the 
strength to face another day. 

His gasps of incited passion mingled piteously with her own muffled sobs and 
groans while his hands continued to wantonly caress her soft girlish 
nakedness; seemingly at once fondling her buttocks and lustfully squeezing 
the firm adolescent globes of her breasts, bouncing them up from beneath as 
he watched their shimmying dance with desire-glazed eyes. 

He was pumping into her now for all he was worth, not holding back an inch, 
and amazingly, she took it without so much as a scream! She had obviously 
been a virgin, that much he could feel with that first, punishing thrust 
that plowed through her maidenhead like a running fullback. Jake Ralston 
licked his lips with both pleasure and anticipation ... Yes sir, I'll get 
her a job here, all right! I don't want this li'l piece o 'snatch out of my 
sight! 

His fingers squeezed all around her softly jiggling buttocks, then dug 
cruelly at her cringing puckered anus; she cried out in pain at the 
sodomistic intrusion and Jake returned his hands to her hips, pulling her 
back limply onto his cock as he skewered her with wild abandon. His naked 
loins were scorched with a furious uncontrolled lust that ached to be sated 
in the squirming flesh of this teenage nymph he held impaled on his 
throbbing hardness, he could feel his cock growing thicker and thicker in 
her wriggling belly as he thrust savagely into her with a flicker of 
sadistic excitement gleaming in his dark eyes. He had never had a girl this 
young and delectable before, so tender and helpless, and it was driving him 
mad with eager, expectant lust. His thickly-swollen cock ached and burned 
like a red-hot poker ... C'mon, baby, just a few more strokes and Daddy'll 
be there! C'mon! 

Sarah's gasping moans had become one long throaty whine that never ceased. 
Through the mind-bending anguish of his thick, throbbing ravishment, she 
could feel his hardness pulsing inside her like it had a heart of its own 
and she guessed the only thing it could mean ... he was going to cum inside 
her, just like she'd heard some of the girls talking about. She'd never have 
dreamed, not in her most frightening nightmares, that it would happen like 
this the first time ... not with a slobbering creep like Jake Ralston! Her 
mind reeled at the prospect of his heavy, flesh-covered pole of flesh 
exploding in a burst of hot, thick cum inside her belly ... God, she might 
even get pregnant! Pregnant with this monster's baby in her womb! 

Perhaps as a last futile gesture, she clenched her willowy buttocks tightly 
together in a vain attempt to stave off the inevitable. And, ironically, it 
was just that clenching grip that brought on the end ... that was all Jake 
needed! 

The instant her warm vaginal muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving 
cock, Jake tossed his head back in a gasp of breath as his hotly viscous 
sperm gushed into Sarah's widely-splayed cuntal slit. She groaned in 
helpless submission before him as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt 
of his lust-juice's up deeply inside her; she could feel the slosh of his 
seething sperm as it ricocheted around in her cunt. 

To the young girl's own surprise, she did not scream or even cry out ... it 
seemed the worst was already over and nothing Jake Ralston or his kind could 
do to her would hurt her now. She felt hurt and ashamed, to be sure, but 
strangely toughened now, with the fear of sexual ravishment now a thing of 
the past. He released her finally and she levered up and off of his lap, her 
toes reaching barely to the floor beneath them. When her soft, 
perspiration-soaked buttocks cleared his thighs, his rubbery flaccid cock, 
now soft and spent, slipped from her still-taut cuntal grip with a lewd 
sucking noise that was as loud as their heavy breathing. 

She began to pick up her clothes, carefully avoiding his eyes. "Sarah," he 
said after watching her a bit more, his coldly appraising stare tracing the 
ripening curves of her teenage nakedness. "Take tomorrow for a holiday, 
you've earned it ... then be here the next morning at eight-thirty sharp, ya 
hear?" 

Sarah managed to stand, a still-throbbing pain between her legs as if there 
was still something huge and hard imbedded there. "Y ... Yes, sir." 

"You can take that replacement job in the paymaster's section, but when the 
regular girl comes back, I'll find something full-time up here in the front 
office. Maybe you'd like to be a file clerk, how 'bout it? They make good 
money ... three hundred a month to start." 

She looked numbly at him through tear-misted vision. "Thank you, Mr. Ralston 
... thank you." 

Jake stood up, his dangling cock now flapping between his heavy thighs like 
a bell-clapper. "Never mind, you'll get a chance to pay me back. Now, get 
your clothes together and go through that door there, it's a bathroom just 
for me. Make yourself all pretty and don't say a word about this to nobody, 
hear? And day after tomorrow, you'll be a regular employee of ABC, ain't 
that something!?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The October day, having begun with a hot humid breath of Indian summer, had 
suddenly been overcome with a case of autumn melancholy, and the morning 
heat had degenerated into a full crashing thunderstorm, complete with 
lightning and gully-washing rain that made even listening to the radio 
impossible. 

Anna Melton sat alone in the tiny apartment she shared with her husband and 
son; Richie, having tired of his mother's amusements, had gone for a nap and 
Anna sat wearily on the edge of her bed. Their bed, the one that bore the 
promise of a rich, full married life as they once shared ... but now sat as 
a sulking monument to their failure. Anna shook her head and laughed 
silently to herself; the storm was appropriate somehow, for this was a day 
that did not deserve to be cloaked in the warm mantle of summer. This was a 
day that teased with the menacing chill of winter. And it was indeed winter 
in Anna's heart. 

Those carefree days on the campus, filled with spontaneous merriment and 
lovemaking, seemed as faraway as the dim memories of infancy. Gone, somehow, 
eaten up by this God-forsaken place that might as well have been darkest 
Africa for all it offered her. Her mind boggled at the mere prospect of 
another nine months in this hell-hole. How could she possibly hope to keep 
her marriage afloat that long? What, if anything, would be left to salvage 
after so long? 

Could she dare to even dream of those warmer days? Was there even the 
faintest glimmer of hope that Leonard could weather another thirty-six weeks 
under that awful man's crushing pressure? 

Anna lay back on her side of the bed, her head resting on her pillow; her 
housecoat parted as she allowed herself to fall back on the mattress. Her 
eyes were closed, and she could feel her lips tremble. 

She had successfully fought off the too-easy escape of blaming her son's 
birth for her crumbling marriage; that was a cowardly way out, and she knew 
it. Now, though the circumstances were certainly different, she knew she 
must avoid blaming Jake Ralston, despicable as he was, for the daily-growing 
rift between her and Leonard. It was their own problem, one they had somehow 
forged, and it was up to them to find some solution ... or go their separate 
ways. 

Her hands made their way down over the slight tiny bulge of her belly; it 
was as flat as a table-top when they had married, and even now, after a 
baby, it hardly bulged at all. She had a good figure and she knew it. "Why 
not be proud of it?" she had often asked herself. Good firm breasts that 
showed no signs of having ever nourished a baby and high, tight buttocks 
with no wrinkles or fatty dimples ... a good body, one that any man should 
want ... any man! 

She cursed herself roundly for the thought and did nothing to stop the 
almost-automatic shifting of her fingertips to the fleecy light "vee" of 
pubic hair that tufted over the top 'of her bikini-cut panties. Oh damn! I 
don't want to do this again! I don't want to! 

But, even as she struggled to convince just herself, her own fingers were 
betraying her innocence by removing her sheer, baby-blue panties and pushing 
them down the smoothness of her showgirl legs, legs that had been good 
enough to carry around the college colors at the football games and now ... 
well, now could not arouse a spark of real passion in even her husband. 

She blinked back the stinging moistness of her tears, but she knew in her 
heart this was the only way ... going through perhaps another week or more 
without her man would be unbearably hurtful. She had to ... she had to! 

Her fingertips eased along the smooth insides of her naked thighs, her nails 
lightly brushing her own sensitive tingling flesh ... and then the crevice 
where her legs joined her body, the warmth of that secret inner fold ... now 
the pouting, blood-filled ridges of vaginal pinkness ... Oh God! I can't 
help it! I just can't!" 

Anna had managed to make it through the morning and into the afternoon, but 
now she could stand the nagging heat of her unfulfilled passion no longer. 
From both sides, her fingers caressed their way over the hair-covered lips 
of her vagina, through the light-blonde curls of her pubic hair, and then 
electrically along the moist heated furrow of her cunt, not pausing until 
her own fingertips lightly fondled the shuddering pearl-like node of her 
clitoris. She moaned aloud from the electrifying contact of her own fingers 
against the incited heat of her vaginal flesh ... it would not take long 
this time, she whispered to herself. Last night she had been so close to 
cumming, so close, and now this! Oh Leonard, this is for you to do, not me! 
God help me! 

Shivering with fervent arousal, she rubbed the magic node of pussy flesh 
like Aladdin's lamp, only there would be no genie for her, just the 
momentary satiation of her passion, enough to get her through another few 
days of loneliness. She whined in rhythm with her deep breathing, almost a 
tune dancing on her lips as she frantically toyed with her quivering vaginal 
slit, rolling the oily marble of her clitoris between her fingers like a 
prized jewel ... just a little more! 

Her buttocks' cheeks clenched and unclenched now in time with the moaning 
cry of hungry desire that passed her trembling lips ... her hips lifted from 
the mattress in an involuntary arch ... a little bit more.- 

"Aaaaawwwww...." A brief gasping cry burst from her throat, and she 
continued the frantic pace of her fingering a bit longer; shudder after 
shudder of self-induced orgasm rippled through her heated flesh. Her 
lushly-ripened breasts shimmered in ecstasy, and her nipples poked 
sensitively against the still-buttoned top of her housecoat. Her hips 
settled back against the mattress, and her hands fell limply between her 
thighs; she could feel the perspiration running in rivulets between her 
legs, though the temperature had dropped lower still in the face of an 
autumnal storm front. It was only then that she heard the phone ringing. 

* * * 

At least I didn't have to face that pig all afternoon and listen to his 
innuendos and crude remarks, thought Leonard Melton as he held the telephone 
to his ear and waited for his wife to answer. It was enough that I had to 
witness the utter humiliation and shame on that poor girl's face when she 
left Ralston's office. Goddamn him to hell, what a monster he is! And then 
to strut through the bookkeeping section with everybody eyeing him and slip 
Clara an envelope. Hell, I even heard during coffee-break that he'd put 
twenty dollars in it! What kind of people are these? Clara selling off her 
own brother's child for two sawbucks and Jake Ralston, a married man, 
lowering himself to ...! 

"Hello." It was Anna's voice, and he could hear her breathing hard. 

"Hi, honey ... where were you-outside? You sound all out of breath." 

"Uh, yeah, I was getting some clothes in before they got wet," she lied 
unhesitatingly. Lying was something that seemed to come easier as their 
marriage crumbled about them. 

"Oh, I'm sorry ... I just called to say I might be a little late. Jake drove 
up to Fayetteville for some parts, and he asked me to take some papers over 
to his house. I'll leave a little early and drive out to Crabtree Meadow 
before I come home. With all the rain, the River Road might be flooded out, 
so it could be late before I get home." 

"Sure, honey; I understand. But why couldn't Jake just take the papers with 
him when he left?" 

"I don't really understand myself. It was something about not wanting to 
have them with him in the pickup because they were important. It doesn't 
make a lot of sense, but I'm not about to argue...." 

I'll bet you aren't, she thought. You'd never argue with Jake Ralston in a 
million years!...." At least it means a chance to get out of here early. And 
maybe I'll stop off at the country club for a round or two of golf." 

"Yeah! You do that. And I'll explain to Richie why he doesn't get any baby 
food for a few days." 

"Oh, honey, I was just kidding ... well, I have to run if I'm going to get 
caught up. Bye." 

Every time I talk to her, she sounds farther and farther away, as if we were 
literally drifting apart. Damn, there must be some way out of this before 
it's too late. Two intelligent people don't just stand aside while their 
marriage falls to pieces, do they? 

The buzzer on the interphone interrupted his soliloquy, and for once, he was 
delighted; this time it could not be Ralston pestering him from somewhere in 
the terminal. 

"Mr. Melton, it's the Maryland office calling for Mr. Ralston. They said 
they could talk to you instead." It was the voice of Priscilla Ledbetter, 
ABC's Pine Junction switchboard operator for more years than anyone could 
remember. She had been here when Jake Ralston arrived, and would probably be 
here when he left. 

"Yes, I'll talk to them," said Leonard officiously. Miss Ledbetter had a way 
of talking down to him as she did to anyone with less than ten years 
seniority. 

Leonard grabbed for his pen and note pad as Miss Ledbetter put the call 
through efficiently; he strongly suspected she was remaining on the line in 
case there was some foul play she could catch him in and run snickering to 
Ralston. But if she was indeed eavesdropping, it was a wasted effort. It was 
only a secretary from the accounting section of the home office with a 
routine call about the monthly payroll; they had encountered a delay in 
preparing the checks this month and wanted to know whether to mail the 
checks directly to save time or send them down to the terminal manager as 
usual for disbursement. 

Leonard gave it only a moment's thought and then advised them to mail the 
checks directly; it would save at least a day as mail from Maryland was 
delivered almost as quickly as local mail, thanks to the post office's usual 
idiosyncratic service. He made a note of it on his desk calendar and then 
forgot the call altogether. There was too much work left to finish before he 
ran Jake's errands for him to worry about whether he made the right 
decision. 

Time would indeed tell, and though Leonard could not have known it, that 
routine telephone call would be one he would never forget! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

At the Ralston home in Crabtree Meadow, Connie Ralston hurried around 
anxiously, her nerves already on edge from the suspense of waiting. She had 
changed clothes twice already deciding that the black lacy peignoir was too 
obvious, too overdone, and now she had donned a pale blue number Jake 
ordered for her from the outfit in Hollywood that advertises in all the 
romance magazines. It hung daringly off the shoulders and boasted a plunging 
neckline in front that would have been banned in Boston; matching all-lace 
panties completed the outfit, though they exposed nearly as much of her 
voluptuous charms as the see-through top. 

Jake had called her just after lunch, his voice still husky with conquest 
and bravado. He had spared her no details in his boastful recounting of his 
sexual misadventures with that young girl, and when she was just about 
furious enough at him to hang up in his face, he had dropped this 
proposition on her like a bolt out of the blue. Swinging was' almost old-hat 
to Jake and Connie Ralston now, but always it had been the same way-only at 
occasional parties they held with their equally-inclined friends. This was a 
first for both of them and Connie knew why. Jake realized he would have to 
offer her something big and juicy to make up for his little dalliance at the 
office and this present was better than a mink coat.... 

"He'll have to be one good fuck to match the piece I got this morning," her 
husband had lewdly boasted earlier over the telephone. Connie had listened 
in head-shaking amazement; this was a clear-cut violation of the unspoken 
ground rules for their extra-marital fun. Neither of them had dared to take 
another partner outside of the wife-swapping parties they went to, and now 
Jake had not only broken the rules ... he was encouraging her to do the 
same! And with an ABC employee, another of Jake's no-nos! 

"I don't get you, baby," she said finally after a long pause to let it all 
sink in. "You must want some of that Melton broad awfully bad to set all 
this up. You sure you're not just trying to please me 'cause you went and 
fucked that little teenybopper?" 

He laughed. "Aw, honey, sometimes you just don't trust me at all, do you?" 

"You didn't answer my question." 

"Well, maybe that's part of it. But I've been thinking, and now's a good 
time as any to work a little swap with them two. I can't say much good about 
the college boy, but you seem to have a notion about gettin' some 
yew-nee-versity stuff, so I might as well work it out so's I get into Miss 
Stuck-Up's pretty lace drawers!" 

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you, Jake lover; really I do. Anyway, I'll do my 
part. But I don't see how it's gonna get you anything. I ain't complaining, 
though ... it should be a lot of fun!" 

* * * 

Leonard waited futilely inside his car for the thunderstorm to subside, then 
risked near-drowning in the twenty yards or so of grassy lawn, now awash 
with rainwater, between the curb and Jake Ralston's front door. He was 
soaked to the skin and shivering when he ducked under the shingled stoop for 
shelter and rang the bell. He was examining his rain-drenched suit and 
pondering its chances of survival when the door opened. His glasses were 
blurry with dripping rain, and for a moment, as he cleaned them, Jake 
Ralston's wife was not much more than a hazy vision. "Uh, good afternoon, 
Ma'am ... I don't know if you remember me. I'm Leonard Melton from the 
terminal. Jake asked me to drop some papers off here." He held up a vinyl 
folder that seemed still intact. 

"Goodness, come in! You'll catch your death of cold out there!" She ushered 
him in quickly, and it was not until he put his glasses back on in the dry 
warmth of the entry foyer that Leonard noticed what she was wearing. Or 
actually, tried to notice without giving the appearance of noticing. 

But failing to see Connie Ralston's ill-concealed charms would have called 
for total blindness! 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I was expecting Jake. I hope you 
don't mind." Leonard noticed that she made no effort to cover herself, 
though the pale blue dressing gown was as transparent as a sheet of plastic 
wrap. 

"Uh, no, Ma'am ... uh, I guess I'll be on my way. Here are the papers. Jake 
said they were very important." 

Connie took the folder from his hand without glancing at it and dropped it 
on a narrow table by the door. "Why, Leonard ... you don't mind if I call 
you Leonard, do you? You can't go back out there in that storm without at 
least a drink to warm you up. You'll catch pneumonia, and then Jake will 
blame me. C'mon in the living room and take off that wet jacket. Pants, too, 
if you like ... hell, there ain't much I haven't seen." She laughed and gave 
him a wink ... Leonard could not help remembering another wink he had 
received today already. 

"I really must be going. Ma'am. Thanks ever so much for the offer, but...." 
He stopped as Connie Ralston took both his hands and pulled him gently into 
the adjoining living room and pushed him into a chair. 

"Nonsense ... I may not be the boss, but I'm the boss's wife, so maybe I'll 
pull rank on you. And stop calling me 'Ma'am,' ... you make me feel like a 
grandmother." 

"Oh, I'm sorry ... You don't look like a grandmother, uh, Mrs. Ralston. I 
didn't mean...." 

"Connie ... only the preacher calls me Mrs. Ralston, and he's no fun at 
all!" Before he could protest, Connie had poured him a healthy shot of 
whiskey out of a bottle with a drawing of a bird on it. "Here ... it's Wild 
Turkey bourbon. Only kind of whiskey Jake will allow in the house. He says 
scotch is for English faggots and rye for farmers." 

Leonard took the glass of neat whiskey and looked at it a few seconds before 
he sipped it. Bourbon had never been one of his favorites. "It's very good 
bourbon, Ma'am ... uh, Connie. I must confess to being one of those English 
faggots, though." 

The short-haired older blonde looked shocked, then surprised, and then she 
giggled. 

"I mean, scotch is my favorite," he explained, and Connie laughed far more 
than the joke deserved; Leonard felt even more uncomfortable. He tried to 
keep his eyes from wandering, but her big, voluptuous breasts were right 
there ... just stuck out there with hardly anything between them and those 
enormous tits! "I really must be going," he said again. 

"Nonsense, at least finish your drink and let your jacket dry out. Here, 
give it to me, and your shirt as well. I'll hang them over a heating vent, 
and they'll be dry in no time. Or do you find my company so unpleasant?" 

Leonard coughed on the bourbon. "Oh no, Connie ... I didn't mean anything 
like that. Uh, could I maybe have some ice for this, if that's not too much 
trouble. It's really good bourbon, but I'm just used to drinking whiskey on 
the rocks." 

"Certainly, I'd be delighted. By the way, did that wandering hubby of mine 
say when he'd be home?" Her mouth was twisted at the ends in a mischievous 
grin that made her look twenty-five instead of almost forty. 

"He said it wouldn't be until late. I didn't realize he hadn't called you 
... he had to go to Fayetteville to pick up some electrical parts for a 
motor that's giving trouble." 

"That's just like Jake to forget to tell me. Excuse me a minute, and I'll 
get your ice." Leonard's eyes shifted downward to take in her lushly ripened 
figure as she walked away; she had a body that reminded him of a stripper he 
had seen at a county fair when he was under age and had to slip in on a 
buddy's driver's license. All her curves were bold, dangerous ones, with the 
promise of excitement for any man brave Enough to take them. She was back in 
a moment with a plastic bucket filled with ice; he had heard the clink-clink 
of the automatic ice-maker on their refrigerator and was reminded of the 
banged up aluminum trays they used for ice at his apartment. 

"Here, this ought to make it better." She dropped three cubes into the glass 
tumbler and then stood by his side. Leonard nearly dropped the drink in his 
lap. Jesus Christ! What was going on here! She had taken off her panties! 
She was wearing absolutely nothing under her gown! 

"Let me take that shirt off, too, Leonard. You needn't be bashful. It'll be 
dry when you finish your drink, and your wife'll thank me for keeping you 
out of the hospital." 

"Uh, that's all right, really, Connie," he replied lamely, but his boss's 
wife was already unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers hot against his damp 
chest. 

"Stand up, and I'll get it off you," she insisted, and this time he did as 
she asked. She opened the shirt to the waist and reached below the waistband 
of his trousers to tug it free; Leonard felt a twinge of excitement as her 
fingers slipped lightly over his belly. "There, that's better ... now the 
cuffs." She was less than a foot away, and as he glanced down, he could see 
the rich full swells of her swaying breasts beneath the enticing sheerness 
of her gown. Was he losing his mind? Was he actually here in Jake Ralston's 
house with his wife nearly-naked? And was she helping him out of his shirt? 
No, Jhis had to be some insane joke! Christ! He had to get out of here 
before things got out of hand! 

"They're pretty nice, huh?" she said huskily. It was almost a minute before 
Leonard dared believe his ears. She couldn't have read his thoughts! 

"It's a kind of knack I have. A guy I went out with one time had read a book 
on psychology, and he said it was some sort of seventh sense I have ... I 
can always tell when a man is looking at my body. And there's only one thing 
on a man's mind when he looks at a woman like that." 

"But, I wasn't ... I mean, I haven't got anything like that on my mind. I 
just came to deliver those papers, on Jake's instructions, and...." 

Connie suddenly surprised him with a brazen caress along the inside of his 
thigh. "Ah-hah! If you weren't thinking what I thought you were, then how do 
you explain this!" Her fingers were squeezing his cock-head through the 
fabric of his pants; Leonard could scarcely breathe, much less speak. Connie 
unfastened a hidden catch at the deep cleavage of her breasts, and her 
dressing gown opened as if by magic, exposing the ripely enticing mounds of 
her breasts, their ruby nipples staring at his bare chest. She put one hand 
under her left breast, her other hand still hotly on his growing hardness 
and lifted it so that the nipple aimed upward at him. "Most men like my 
boobs, Leonard ... what do you think? Do you like them?" 

Leonard felt his whole face flush with embarrassment, and he felt even more 
ashamed that his humiliation showed like an inexperienced kid's. "Yes, 
Connie," he said in a near-whisper. "They're ... lovely." 

"Kiss it, Leonard ... kiss it hard." 

"I-I couldn't, Connie; I mean, you're Jake's wife, and I'm married, and ... 
Jesus! ... I've really got to go, right now!" He started to ease away from 
her, and the smile on her lips faded into a stiff insistent line. 

"Kiss my tits, Leonard ... or I'll tell Jake you tried to put the make on 
me." 

Leonard gasped involuntarily. "No, you wouldn't! It would mean my job! My 
marriage!" 

"Kiss it, baby ... Kiss it." She backed against the edge of the sofa and sat 
back without looking. There were pillows piled at one end of the 
four-seater, and Connie stretched out languorously, resting her head on the 
pillows. Her legs were parted a little, scissoring open and closed, as if 
fanning the intolerable heat up between her thighs. 

Leonard felt his eyes being drawn inexorably to the fleshy pink lips of her 
cunt, clearly visible between her slightly open legs. There was no blush of 
crimson on his cheeks this time, and he could not suppress the smile that 
curled his lips as she parted her legs a bit more. He could see that she was 
definitely excited; tiny glistening dewdrops of moisture were faintly 
sparkling in her narrow cuntal furrow as she nakedly exposed herself to him. 
He spontaneously gulped the rest of his bourbon and looked at her full 
bounteous nakedness in wide-eyed disbelief. He knew he should run out of 
here as fast as his legs would carry him, that playing around with another 
man's wife was like lighting cigarettes with dynamite ... especially if the 
man was Jake Ralston. Jake would kill him if he suspected he was even 
thinking of messing with Connie. But his feet seemed to have cement poured 
around them; he couldn't move. Instead, he moved even closer to the sofa. 

"You're a beautiful woman, Connie," he mumbled, his head still slowly 
shaking from side to side. He could see that her eyes had narrowed to tiny 
slits in her inexplicable excitement ... all for him! He had to restrain 
himself to keep from dropping there to his knees and shoving his head up 
between her legs. She was everyman's fantasy of a woman of pleasure, a 
high-priced call girl, a penthouse mistress, for she boasted the kind of 
voluptuous offerings very few men possessed in a wife. Sure, she was 
probably a dope, but who cared ... what a body! Enough there for a dozen 
men, he guessed. 

"Come and kiss me, college boy," she grinned, "and no excuses this time." 

He leaned over her and pressed his lips tightly against hers without 
thinking, numbing his brain to any futile thoughts of right or wrong. He was 
no longer thinking with his brain, but with his balls! Suddenly, he was more 
turned-on than he had been in months; ashamed, he had to admit to himself 
that this older woman was getting to him, arousing some inner spark of lust 
he had forgotten existed. It wasn't right; it wasn't even sane ... but he 
didn't care! Thinking was for later, this was the time for doing! 

She reached up and curled her arms around him and pulled him down onto her 
soft warm flesh. One of his legs fell between her open thighs, and he felt 
the amazing youthfulness and heat of her loins. She moved one thigh up 
against his genitals as he answered with a harsh grinding of his lips 
against hers; his hotly throbbing cock surged into aching, blood-engorged 
hardness. He could already feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping 
into the fabric of his pants, and he nearly laughed aloud as the worry of 
dry-cleaning on his limited budget flashed across his confused mind. He was 
sure she could feel it too, for she seemed to rub harder and more 
insinuatingly against that very spot, urging the tiny slit in the end of his 
organ with practiced thoroughness. His virile young cock was jerking now as 
though he could explode with orgasmic fury at just the slightest touch; his 
balls seemed to have been pumped full of hot, heavy cum, and they hung 
heavily between his legs. 

"You want to fuck me; don't you, college boy?" the voluptuous blonde grinned 
up at him. "You'd like to maybe pick up some new tricks to show that sweet 
little wife of yours, huh?" 

Oh God, Anna, what you would say if you only knew of this! And yet I know I 
can't-won't-stop myself! "Yes, yes," he answered, his voice cracking 
nervously. 

"Then say it, lover boy ... let me hear you say it!" 

"Damn, I want to fuck you, Connie! I want to fuck you like you've never had 
it before!" 

"Think you're man enough?" she taunted, her thighs lewdly rubbing against 
his painfully pulsating penis. 

"I'll show you, honey; I'll show you!" he gasped with real excitement and 
then pulled himself off her and began to frantically strip off his clothes. 
He felt a slight twinge of self-consciousness as he dropped his pants and 
shorts ... a woman like Connie has probably had dozens of men better than 
me, he mused in self-deprecation, maybe even that bastard Jake is better ... 
but he went ahead with it pridefully and stood over her with his long hard 
cock jutting out in full throbbing erection. Jake's blonde wife had lifted 
herself slightly and was out of her sheer gown; she lay back on the spacious 
sofa completely naked, her lushly ripened breasts, her curvaceous hips and 
thighs all his! With a grin of wicked merriment, she uninhibitedly reached 
out to him and grasped the blood-filled head of his warmly pulsing cock as 
if it were a priceless work of art. 

"It's beautiful, college boy, a real nice piece of pipe you've got there ... 
and I want it in my cunt, lover! I want it nice and deep inside me!" 

She pulled him forward by his penis, and he sprawled beside her on the sofa, 
one hand reaching down to fondly squeeze the rounded softness of her 
beautifully curved buttocks. Her naked body was warm and soft against his, 
and as her lips locked against his mouth, her hand reached eagerly for the 
long thick hardness of his cock. He moaned into her panting mouth as her 
fingers entwined coolly about his excited penis, and as she crushed the full 
sensuous length of her body against his and ground her naked pelvis hard 
into his loins. She moaned in impatient hunger as she urged him to get on 
top of her. Her legs parted widely and then closed around his, trapping him 
between her trembling, satin-like thighs. 

"Now, baby ... come on ... let's fuck!" she hissed, running her tongue 
around her wetly parted lips. "Let's fuck up a storm...." 

* * * 

The GMC pickup hummed smoothly along the blacktop county road that wound 
down from the piedmont clay and into the sandy, scrubbrush forests of the 
coastal plain. Fayetteville, with its neon-lit boulevards and GI 
girlie-bars, beckoned from a few miles down the highway" and Jake Ralston, 
anxious for a mug of cooling draft brew, stuck his booted foot to the 
floorboards and hoped that the Highway Patrol was somewhere else. 

Jake switched on the radio and tuned it to a country-western station for a 
bit of fiddle playing before the news of the hour. He glanced at his 
wristwatch and wondered if Connie was eatin' that poor boy alive yet ... 
Goddamn it, I'd give a week's wages to see the two of them goin' at it! That 
snot-nosed kid, thinks he's so motherfuckin' smart; hell, I bet 'ol Connie's 
showing him a bag o' new tricks! 

He felt a momentary hot breath from the old green-eyed monster, but he 
quickly shoved the notion aside; after all, Connie had had his approval. 
And, what the hell, he had his balls all set on something special, a real 
delicacy, like one of them French girls he'd seen in the magazines. Yeah, 
Connie was a real lay, that was for sure, but this afternoon's careful 
planning was going to net him a special little fish ... a real gourmet's 
delight! And he was gonna love fucking her like he'd never loved before! 

* * * 

Connie Ralston's eager hands explored every hollow and angle of her young 
lover's naked body as his hotly pulsing cock pressed hard between her 
widespread thighs, nudging her quivering cuntal furrow. She arched up 
powerfully with unexpected strength, and reaching down and around her own 
buttocks, spread invitingly her moist pink vaginal lips to give the 
lust-heated head of his cock even greater access as it insinuated its way up 
between her legs. When she relaxed and lay back on the sofa, she had his 
penis trapped between her thighs as securely as if with a huge fist. 

He forced his own hands between her shoulders and the sofa cushions and ran 
them down the soft naked curves of her back and hips. His only thought was 
how Jake's hot-blooded wife would act when he finally rammed it to her; 
Christ, she was hotter than a firecracker already, in spite of her trying to 
play it cool and act superior. Those long legs of hers would wrap like 
velvet ropes around his thighs when she felt his long hard cock fucking deep 
up inside her belly! Damn! He'd make her forget Jake Ralston and a dozen 
others ... she'd think only of him when he'd finished with her! Wasn't he 
twenty years younger than Jake? Sure, he'd put that fat bastard to shame 
with his own wife! What sweeter revenge than that? 

"Mmmmmm, you feel so good against me like this. So young ... so hot and 
hard!" she murmured, and Leonard only smiled, his suspicions strengthened. 
Of course! Why wouldn't she want a young man in the prime of his health 
after that liquor-soaked old fart! His mind was reeling in fantasies now, 
and the notion was an exciting one ... maybe Jake Ralston couldn't even get 
it up! 

He could feel her sensually ripened breasts shiver and heave beneath him as 
her breathing grew heavier and deeper. Suddenly, she cried out as if in 
pain. "Now, lover! Now! Fuck me now! Don't wait a second longer! Put it in 
me now!" He made a move to reach down between them, but she was faster, and 
her hot hand encircled the purplish head of his cock and eased it between 
her wetly quivering vaginal lips. Leonard groaned audibly as he felt the 
warm moistness of her cunt parting to swallow the tip of his lust-swollen 
penis. There was no way he could hold back another second, and he flicked 
his strong young hips forward with an unexpected cruel thrust that drove the 
aching length of his hardness deep into the clasping liquid heat of her 
cunt. 

"Mmmmm, it's so hard and hot ... it's like steel, lover." Jake's nakedly 
writhing wife moaned beneath the youth as she felt the walls of her vaginal 
sheath part and then clasp tightly around his virile rigidity as if to 
imprison it in her belly. His long hard cock raced up into her cunt, pushing 
waves of sensitive flesh before it. Leonard groaned at the 
ravenously-clasping tightness of her vagina. God! She was tighter than he 
had ever believed! He continued to ram forward as the warm wetness of her 
pussy encircled him, lubricating his cruel, thrusting entry. And then, 
finally he was all the way in, his lust-bloated balls slapping heavily in 
the upturned cleft of her nakedly churning buttocks. 

His boss's wife gasped in a passion-deepened voice as he thrust harder, 
grinding his pelvis into her helplessly exposed loins so she could not twist 
aside. She was skewered completely, and he lay still on top of her for a few 
seconds, excited and proud that he could make her cry out with the punishing 
thrust of his manhood. 

Leonard salaciously squirmed his pelvis against the moist softness of her 
upturned cuntal flesh as she strained back under him, arching her loins up 
at him and pushing them both up and off the cushions from the excited 
strength of her hips. She moaned shudderingly as he stepped up the pace of 
his fucking tempo, opening and closing her thighs as her head flailed from 
side to side on the pillows. Suddenly, she reached behind her head, grabbed 
one of the pillows, and arching her loins upward, she stuffed it under her 
trembling ass-cheeks, angling the naked exposure of her cunt for an even 
deeper penetration into her belly. She choked in erotic pleasure-pain as his 
hotly pulsing hardness probed far up in her very insides. "Damn, it's so 
deep ... so deep! Now stick your finger in my asshole, college-boy! I like 
that! Hurt me, lover; Connie wants to be hurt!" Her words were slurred as 
though she had been drinking, though her lips bore only the perfume of her 
fervent heat. 

His hand reached under her nakedly squirming buttocks and sought her snug 
little anal mouth. She cried out in passion and pain as he found it and 
pushed hard. It gave a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether 
ring gave way and his stiffened middle finger slid in deeply. 

"Awww, yes! Yes! Hurt me, lover!" she gasped. Leonard watched in amazement 
as, in spite of her obvious pain, she began to screw her buttocks down onto 
his upraised finger in a frenzied effort to work it even deeper into her 
rectum ... God, she really loved it! 

He rotated it around inside her hot spongy flesh, moving it about in the 
buttery grip of her rectum. Through the thin membrane of flesh separating 
her two channels, he could actually feel the hard underside of his own 
lust-thickened cock as it fucked in and out of her cunt. Grinning, he began 
moving his finger in the same relentless rhythm. She splayed her legs widely 
around him to give him greater access and began to moan throatily with every 
inward thrust of his eagerly throbbing penis and his finger. Leonard ached 
in his loins with the heat of his coming orgasm, and he could feel his cock 
jerking and swelling like a balloon inside her hot vaginal passage. It would 
not be long now, he thought, and he only hoped he could hold back the 
boiling flood from his lust-bloated testicles until he could force her to 
orgasm first ... he wanted nothing more right now than to make this hot 
little bitch cum! 

He rose higher on her and began furiously fucking her with long hard strokes 
that deliberately scraped against her clitoris, all of his youthful strength 
and energy behind each of them, and Jake's wife grunted in masochistic 
pleasure as he hammered her cervix with every skewering lunge. He could tell 
she was nearing the end, for she gripped him tight with her upraised thighs, 
scissoring them open and closed in perfect cadence with his deeply probing 
thrusts. She made wild incoherent gurgling noises in her throat, mumbling 
and gasping, and he knew she was getting nearer with every long hard thrust. 
The knowledge that she was close seemed to give him renewed strength like a 
second wind, and he continued his merciless fucking with the strength of ten 
men. 

"Yes ... yes ... yes! Fuck me hard, lover! Haaarrrddd!" Her heels pounded 
against his back as she jackknifed her legs up tight against her breasts; 
her eyes rolled in their sockets and bulged with the urgent pressure inside 
her. And then ...! 

"Oh God! Yes ... I'm ... I'm cccuuummiiinggg!" she cried out as her ankles 
locked about his shoulders. Her cock-impaled pussy squirmed ecstatically 
beneath him, offered up fully and unconditionally to his desires, and she 
ground up and back at him, matching him thrust for thrust with inhuman 
strength, her nostrils flared savagely as her loins spasmed against his long 
hardness. Suddenly, she gasped one deep breath, held it interminably, and 
then expelled it in one coughing cry of passion and collapsed limply onto 
the sofa. Except for the involuntary quivering of her still-aroused loins, 
she lay perfectly still, her wetly quivering cunt still grasping the 
youthful hardness of his cock like a prize between her legs. He eased it to 
the hilt deep in her belly and then lay still himself. Leonard gloated to 
himself at the feel of its still-hard length inside her. By God! He had done 
it! She had cum and he still had more to give her! 

He gave it a playful throb deeply in her womb, and she gasped in fresh 
delight. "Oh, please! Darling ... let me rest first! That was really 
something, baby! If that's what they taught you in college, I'm sorry I 
never went." 

"Well, they never had any courses in it; we just sort of taught each other," 
he laughed, the tension of love-making dissolved now. 

"How 'bout your wife? She doesn't seem like the sort for a lot of campus 
orgies." 

Leonard felt a pain in his chest at the mention of his wife's name in this 
salacious context, but still it was not the agonizing hurt he would have 
expected after his first act of unfaithfulness. "No, she was never what 
you'd call a swinger. A party girl, yes, but she never went in for the fast 
action." 

"And you did?" 

"Sometimes," he lied, remembering painfully that he was usually too busy 
with his studies for the all-night romps his buddies told him about. "When I 
wasn't busy studying," he added. 

"Lie on your back, college boy," she purred up at him, flexing her vaginal 
muscles so that they seemed to milk his still-erect cock. "I want to show 
you something no college could teach you ... You deserve a little treat for 
being such a he-man." 

Leonard pulled his hardness out of her reluctantly, sliding it wetly from 
the soft warm grip of her cunt. He was so close to being finished that he 
had to clench his buttocks muscles to hold back the first gush of rich hot 
sperm, but he was not going to argue. Whatever it was she had in mind was 
sure to please. She turned on her side toward him, and reaching along the 
firmness of his belly, began to fondly stroke him, sliding his fleshy 
foreskin up and down in a slow, inciting rhythm that brought an even greater 
ache to his lust-swollen testicles. Then she rose to her knees and hovered 
over him on her elbows, her face so close to his wildly pulsing cock he 
could feel her hot breath on it. She held his rigid shaft of flesh tightly 
between both hands, stroking it between her palms in a teasing up and down 
movement that pumped the pressure in his loins to an unbearable pitch. 

Suddenly, her head dropped down toward his blood engorged hardness, and her 
tongue flicked out to tormentingly caress his bulbous cock-head ... God, a 
blow-job, he thought to himself, how long has it been? Anna has never even 
offered! 

His breath sucked in as her quivering pink tongue licked around the tip; 
chills rippled along his spine, bringing a groan of anxious arousal from his 
lips. Then, without warning, she brought her ovaled mouth down all the way 
and enclosed the whole throbbing head of his cock in a moist warm pressure 
that tightened like a rubber band below the head, hotly entrapping the 
pulsing knob of his sex in the wet heat of her mouth. 

Leonard lifted his head for a better look and gasped at the lurid spectacle 
of Jake Ralston's wife's lips lewdly ovaled around the hard shaft of his 
cock. It was worth ninety-odd days of Jake's crap for just this moment, he 
laughed to himself. 

His penis was still wet and glistening from the juices of her orgasm as she 
gently massaged the leathery flesh of his testicles with one hand and 
encircled the base of his thick cock between her thumb and forefinger with 
the other. He could feel the softness of her tongue swirling maddeningly 
around his hardness, the tip occasionally flicking into the tiny slit at its 
end. His buttocks flexed involuntarily as he held back the gush of his 
orgasm a few seconds more, thrilling at the sight of her blonde head bobbing 
up and down below his belly. 

Connie could feel from the jerking of his loins that he was about to explode 
from the fervent pressure, and she began to suck that much harder, now 
dragging the tips of her teeth along the sensitive flesh. She shifted her 
position from over his one thigh without missing a beat and was now kneeling 
between his open, sinewy legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped 
them in her palms, reveling in their firm muscular tautness, like an 
athlete's, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped 
furiously around the growing glans until Leonard could feel it about to 
explode as she somehow swallowed all of his rigid hardness deep into her 
throat. How did she do it?! She never seemed to even breathe! God! What a 
fantastic cock-sucker she was! 

Surging swirls of passion were boiling in his loins, and his cum-filled 
testicles ached as he watched her face working hungrily above his 
sweat-soaked loins. His stomach tightened as he arched up from the sofa and 
pushed his madly jerking cock even deeper down her velvety throat passage, 
stretching even further the ovaled moistness of her lips. He groaned again 
and again, his hips humping upward at her face, and then suddenly he gasped 
like he had been slugged in the belly with a clinched fist. He groaned as he 
felt his hot impatient sperm begin its frantic run from the bloated shelter 
of his balls and begin gushing in thick heated streams into her voraciously 
sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed gulpingly as she greedily 
swallowed the flooding surge of cum, each pungent mouthful swirling like 
warm honey down her throat. His hands entangled in her short blonde hair, 
and he held her face against his pubic hair as he pushed his madly 
ejaculating penis down as far as it would reach down her throat. She did not 
even need to swallow now, for his gushing hardness was emptying right into 
her belly! 

He moaned one last time and grunted finally in utter fulfillment as his long 
thick hardness slowly deflated in her mouth. She continued the gentle 
sucking until every drop of his warm sticky sperm was in her belly. She had 
sucked him completely dry, and with a moan of her own, she collapsed 
alongside him, her head resting lightly on his sweaty thigh.... 

The voice seemed to come as if on the wind, from far away, prodding the 
resistances of Leonard's slumber until finally he opened his eyes in 
bewilderment. He jerked bolt upright on the unfamiliar sofa and looked 
around in wide-eyed confusion. 

"Relax, lover-boy, you just fell asleep, that's all. I let you rest." Connie 
was standing over him, her dressing gown on again and a drink in her hand. 
Anxiously, Leonard glanced outside through the narrow window by the front 
door and was relieved to see that it was still daylight, though darkening 
fast. 

"How long did I sleep? It seems like days." He stood up without shame, 
proudly noticing that Jake's wife could scarcely take her eyes away from the 
symbol of his virility that dangled limply between his thighs. It was still 
soft, but he could feel the first jerking quivers of lust building along its 
length, and he knew he could have it hard again in a few seconds, if he 
wished. It was a nice feeling, one that gave him almost as much satisfaction 
as the knowledge that he had just fucked Jake Ralston's wife. An even 
greater feeling, however, was rapidly coming to the forefront, one of reason 
and intelligence that his own lust had shoved aside in the midst of their 
illicit trysting ... What if Jake somehow found out? He'd kill me for 
certain, he's that kind of man! Reasoning would be out of the question; I'm 
a dead man if he ever finds out! 

Again Connie seemed to read his thoughts. "You'll be awfully careful around 
Jake; won't you? I mean, for God's sake, don't let anything slip," she said 
soberly. 

"Me? God, I was just worrying about you!" 

"Don't worry about me, honey. I've never done nothing like this before," she 
declared unconvincingly. "But I have enough sense to keep my mouth shut 
'round Jake. You're not gonna go getting religious and tell that wife 
o'yours, are you?" 

"Anna? She'd leave me tonight if she even suspected such a thing. No, it's 
just between the two of us, Connie," he said uncomfortably. Now that it was 
all over, he seemed to have nothing to say to this woman; they were from 
worlds apart and their coming together seemed an accident somehow. 

"Maybe we can manage another little get-together sometime soon, lover?" she 
said seductively. "Sometime when Jake's away on business." 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure," Leonard replied, glancing at his watch. "But I've got 
to run now, Connie, or Anna might get suspicious. What did you do with my 
clothes?" 

"Relax, baby," she whispered, her arms around his neck again. "They're all 
drying in the bathroom. Give Mama a big kiss and I'll get them for you, 
okay?" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Leonard felt his pulse quicken at the sight of Jake Ralston's car in the 
employee's parking lot. Damn it, I've got to get a better grip on myself or 
I'll blurt the whole thing out myself, he muttered under his breath as he 
parked his three-year-old Ford a few spaces away. There was an empty slot 
next to Ralston's car, but something edged him away from parking there, as 
if even being close to his automobile was somehow precarious. 

This is ridiculous, he said to himself, there's absolutely nothing to be 
concerned about. It's not like I was wearing a huge sign on my back that 
said "I fucked Jake's wife". Anna saw absolutely nothing peculiar about my 
behavior last night and if my own wife didn't suspect anything, why would a 
man hardly know; I'll just go in like any other morning and go to my desk 
and mind my own business and nothing will happen. Nothing will happen. 

Leonard remembered how easy it had been when he got home last night after 
leaving Connie, how guilty he had felt on the way there, how ashamed he had 
been when Anna greeted him with a big hug and a dinner fit for guests. But, 
to his own amazement, he had discovered that the shame and guilt washed away 
like so much grime from a hard day's work, and by the time they were sitting 
alone in the living room with television and a cup of coffee, it was as if 
nothing had happened. Connie herself could have come to the door and he 
could have kept his composure. Sure, it'll be all right, just take it easy, 
old boy, you're shaking like a leaf. Maybe it's not every day you screw the 
boss's wife, but you'll get through it all right, just stay calm. 

Ralston's office door was open when he walked into the front office 
reception area and his own telephone buzzed before he had seated himself at 
his desk. 

"Melton, come in here," was all he said, but it was enough. No loud voice, 
no curses, no threats. But it was enough ... God help me, he knows! He 
knows! 

Leonard thought for a fleeting instant of just running away, of racing out 
the front door and never looking back, but he swallowed his fear and walked 
instead into his boss's office. He was a man, goddamnit, and he wouldn't run 
like some sissy! 

Jake did not even look up as he entered. He seemed to be staring at some 
defect in the wood top of his desk. There was a pencil in his right hand and 
it snapped in half as Jake spoke. "Shut the door, Melton ... what I've got 
to say won't take long." 

Leonard closed the door and stood between it and Jake's desk; he knew if the 
big man decided to get violent, it would be a pretty one-sided match. "Yes, 
Jake," he said when his boss showed no sign of continuing. He was 
immediately irritated with himself-his voice seemed so thin and cracked 
compared with Jake's booming baritone. 

"I won't beat around the bush with you, Melton." Jake looked up at him and 
Leonard felt a shiver at the hatred in this man's eyes. "Connie told me the 
whole story. She didn't mean to, but she did. I ought'a break your goddamn 
neck and I just might yet, but I don't aim to go gettin' my ass in a mess 
that could cost me my job. One termination at Pine Junction is enough for a 
while." 

Leonard opened his mouth to speak but the words would not come ... 
termination. He'd be out of work when he left this office; God, how would 
they have? Where could he find another job? 

"This paper here is my letter to the home office." He held up an ominously 
brief typed piece of paper. "I typed it myself so nobody in the office 
knows. Some things a man don't want spread all over town. It says I want you 
fired immediately for what they call 'moral terpitude'. You know what that 
means, college boy?" 

Leonard nodded. "Yes, I know." It means I may never get another job! It 
makes me look like some kind of pervert, some guy who got the axe for 
peeking in the ladies' John! 

"There will be some questions, of course. But they know how to keep their 
mouths shut up there, and I've got plenty of friends in the home office." He 
glared at Leonard until the younger man finally glanced away, unable to face 
him any longer. "Now the question is: do I send that letter or do I throw it 
away." 

Leonard felt his heart skip a couple of beats. "I don't understand. Why 
would you...." 

"Oh, shut up," the husky older man interrupted. "It ain't "because I want 
you around, that's for sure. But I've only got nine more months of you in 
any case, even if I don't send that letter." He pushed his chair back and 
stood up, cockily aware that the smaller man unconsciously edged away as he 
rose to his feet. "But there is one way you can keep your job, Leonard, and 
just one way...." A sneering grin suddenly materialized incongruously on his 
face. " ... an eye for an eye, like the Good Book says. 

"I don't see what you mean," he said, though he was beginning to get the 
picture. 

"An eye for an eye ... a wife for a wife. You went in my house and tricked 
and seduced my wife." 

"Is that what she told you?" 

"You wouldn't want to argue, would you?" Jake snarled viciously. "I wouldn't 
want to hear you say it was the other way around. Insulting my wife like 
that after what you did would call for a poke in the mouth, buster!" 

"All right, all right, but I'd never agree to what you just said, never! Do 
you really think I'd tell my wife to ... to...." 

"What's wrong, college boy? Can't ya even say it? It was all right when it 
was my wife, wasn't it? Fuck's the word, you son of a bitch ... fuck!" 

"Okay, fuck! I won't send my wife to you like some servant girl! Job or no 
job, it's out of the question!" 

Jake stepped around from behind his desk and for a moment Leonard was 
certain he would take a swing. But instead. his face softened and his voice 
lowered to a calm, rational tone. "Just get out of here, Melton, before I 
lose my temper. Go home and think about what I said and call me before three 
o'clock to let me know whether to mail that letter or not. Three o'clock, 
Melton." 

"I can tell you now, I would never go along with such a thing in a million 
years!" 

"Out, Melton, right now!" Jake growled in his best Marine Corps bark. "Not 
another word!" 

Jake Ralston looked up at the wall clock and waited until a half minute had 
passed and then picked up his phone and punched for an outside line. Connie 
was on the line before the first ring. "He took the bait, baby. By three 
o'clock, I'll be on my way into that sweet little bitch's drawers, you 
watch! Three o'clock!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"You can't mean that, Anna! You don't know what you're saying! Jake Ralston 
is an animal! How could you even think such a thing!" 

Anna Melton was none too certain herself why she had said what she did. Was 
it green-eyed jealousy at hearing of Leonard's sordid affair? Or hatred 
because he had cheated on her and she wanted revenge? Or was it something 
else ... a hungering, perhaps, of her own that even now after countless 
sleepless nights she did not want to face. 

Leonard had come in ashen-faced and trembling with rage and anxiety. At 
first she had thought he was sick, his face was so drained of color and his 
hands were shaking as if he were feverish. But then the story had simply 
poured out ... all of it, in lurid technicolor and detail. Connie's trampish 
seduction. Jake's discovery somehow of his wife's unfaithfulness. And 
finally his boss's lewd proposition, an obscene notion that Leonard 
dismissed out of hand. But Anna had astonished him as well as herself with 
her level-headed reply-she was willing to go along with it to save Leonard's 
job and their future. 

"Darling, think of what you're saying! How could I live with the thought of 
you ... and Jake Ralston. Anna, it's too ugly for words!" 

"You didn't think about that when you were screwing his wife," she said 
coolly. 

"Anna, please, I told you how it happened!" 

"Sure, she held a gun to your head and made you do it, right?" 

"It's the truth, honey, I swear it is!" 

Anna felt a glow of something that might have been jealousy, hate or 
forbidden excitement in the pit of her belly. She spoke clearly and 
rationally, with no show of emotion. "Make the call, Leonard. You need that 
job and we all need to eat. Some things have to be done that none of us 
like. You got us into this ... and I guess it's up to me to get us out." 

"Anna, I won't let you!" 

"Please, Leonard, make the call ... before I change my mind." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The Sandman Motel loomed less than a hundred yards ahead and Anna began to 
gently pump the brake, slowing the Ford for the turn into the unpaved 
parking lot. The short leaf pines that paralleled the county highway seemed 
to ease past her in slow motion the car, her hands on the wheel, all seemed 
unreal somehow, as if this were a dream and she was moving along by some 
compelling force. Inside her head, the young blonde wife argued ceaselessly 
with her conscience, alternately winning, then losing. And still she moved 
relentlessly toward the rendezvous Jake Ralston had asked for. Leonard had 
tried in vain to stop her, even threatened to use force if he had to. But 
Anna had insisted that there was nothing short of locking her forever in the 
bedroom that could keep her from leaving the house if she wanted to, and in 
the end, her distraught husband had finally stepped aside for her to go. She 
ached now with the poignant memory of him standing in the doorway, forlorn 
and crushed, little Richie crawling at his feet and tugging his pants cuffs. 

Dear God, what am I doing? she asked herself. Have I taken leave completely 
of my senses? Is this some stupid schoolgirl's way of punishing my husband 
for his infidelity? It's not too late to turn back; I can still turn this 
car around and go back to Leonard. We can go somewhere else and make a new 
life for ourselves, of course we can! 

But even as she thought the words, Anna was opening the car door and walking 
toward room number seven. It was apparently a familiar room to Jake, as he 
had given the number over the phone before even calling for reservations, 
and it was obvious that Jake had been here before. With whom and how often, 
she wondered. And perhaps Connie has her own favorite rendezvous, some other 
seedy five-dollar motel on a forgotten two-lane highway. Does that make it 
right, she pondered. Does my coming here make Leonard's unfaithfulness all 
right? 

She rapped lightly on the green-painted door and heard the squeak of 
bedsprings inside; Leonard's Oldsmobile was parked a few feet away. 

"Well, well, I was beginning to wonder if you'd make it," her husband's boss 
grinned widely. "C'mon in, baby ... the party's just about to start." 

Anna knew it was a mistake the second the door closed behind her and Jake 
Ralston threw the bolt shut. She knew now what had motivated her, what had 
driven her to this wildness ... it was the bitter memory of a hundred nights 
of restless tossing and turning. She had gone along with Jake's proposition 
because Leonard took his lovemaking elsewhere while she simmered at home. 
And now that she was here, she knew she'd never be able to go through with 
it. Oh, why on earth had she tried to get even with Leonard? 

"I gotta be back at the terminal before six, baby, so if you don't mind, 
I'll get down to business," He winked at her conspiratorily as if her coming 
here had admitted her to some exclusive fraternity. 

"Jake, I-I ... I can't go through with it," she stumbled. "I t-thought I 
could, but I can't. I'm s-sorry, but I better leave right now." Anna knew 
even as she spoke that Jake would never let her leave. 

"It's too late for that, sweetheart," he said with a cold, menacing sneer on 
his lips. "Like I told your hubby ... an eye for an eye. He screwed my wife, 
and now I get even. It's that or his job, take your choice. But with the 
reference he'd get from me, he'd be lucky to get hired as an office boy 
anywhere else." 

"C-Can't we maybe talk this over?" Anna was looking at the sheer 
overwhelming size of the man, easily twice her weight. Why had she ever been 
so foolish as to come here? Was revenge this important? 

"C'mon, let's get a look at the goods, baby. Get your dress off and let's 
see if I made a good deal." 

Anna backed fearfully against the locked motel room door and watched in 
cruel fascination as Jake began casually to undress, his eyes never leaving 
hers for an instant. He was out of his shirt and pants in a couple of 
seconds, and then he yanked open his undershorts and she could not suppress 
a gasp of astonishment at the immensity of the lust-thickened rod of flesh 
that jerked up from between his legs. He looked at her and held it in his 
hand, lewdly easing the thick fleshy foreskin back until the large purplish 
head stared at her with its solitary eye. 

"Pretty good piece o' beef, ain't it, honey?" he grinned, obviously enjoying 
the look of disbelief on the unhappy wife's face. He liked it when women 
caught their first glimpse of his cock fully erect; it was a formidable 
weapon, one to be proud of, and he knew it. 

Anna looked down at it despite herself and felt a shudder of fear and 
revulsion in her belly at its frightening thickness ... God, how could a 
woman take such a massive thing up inside her? Leonard's was big enough to 
hurt her sometimes, but this thing had to be twice her husband's size! 

Jake began to move slowly toward her, lust gleaming in his eyes like burning 
coals. "Stay away from me!" she exclaimed through her numbing fear. She knew 
it was futile to protest-Jake was not about to put his clothes back on and 
forget all about their lewd little arrangement; she had gotten herself into 
this with her foolish jealous revenge and now she had to go through with it. 

"I'm tired of waiting," he growled, reaching out with his meaty calloused 
hands and jerking her up hard against his hairy nakedness. He grinned again 
and then pressed his wet lips tightly over hers, thrusting his tongue deep 
into her unresisting mouth. She stood there passively limp, shuddering from 
the insistent prodding of his huge hot cock against the softness of her 
belly. "That's more like it, baby ... now let's see what ya got." 

His hands snaked around her slender body to the zipper at the back of her 
dress and with one swift downward yank he opened it to her hips. She felt 
the cool rush of air against her skin as the big man pulled her dress from 
her shoulders and let it drop in a crumpled heap around her ankles. For 
Anna, it was like a lowered flag, a gesture of surrender, and she offered 
him no resistance as he unsnapped her brassiere. She heard him mutter an 
approving sigh as it dropped to the floor and the full white nakedness of 
her breasts became his as well. He dropped suddenly to his knees and Anna 
backed away instinctively but his hands gripped her just below the hips and 
she was held fast to the spot. He hooked his fingers in the elastic of her 
panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her full round 
buttocks and then pushed them down her bare legs to join the rest of her 
clothing in a pile at her feet. He even made her step out of her shoes so 
that she would be completely and utterly naked, without a stitch to cover 
her voluptuously trembling body. 

The young wife shivered as she stood before the man who was going to help 
her commit adultery, and heard him panting on his knees in front of her. His 
lips pressed against the whitely quivering flesh of her belly, and she 
nearly collapsed from the lurid sensation. Hearing her gasp at the onset of 
sudden sensual dizziness, Jake knew she was his. He dropped his lips to the 
sparse light-haired "vee" of her loins, spreading the soft pubic curls with 
his thumbs and flicking his tongue like a lizard's into the moistly 
glistening slit of her unguarded vagina. Anna jumped from the sudden 
electric jolt of his tongue against the tiny bud of her clitoris and she 
tried vainly to escape, but only succeeded in backing herself against the 
wide double bed. Jake followed her on his knees a couple of paces, chuckling 
confidently to himself, then stood up and pushed her over onto the mattress, 
climbing between her legs as she fell backward and clamping his sweaty palms 
against the softness of her inner thighs to keep her legs apart. 

Anna felt the horror of the big man's lust as she looked up at him crouched 
on all fours between her legs, grinning filthily down at her as he paused 
before nuzzling his face between her held-open thighs. The pink moist flesh 
of her naked vagina was offered up to his leering, sex-hungry lips in utter 
sacrifice and Anna lay there paralyzed on the motel bed, her humiliation 
growing beyond all bounds as she watched his tongue moistly encircle his 
lips. 

His palms rested on the insides of her thighs as his thumbs began to slowly 
part the soft pink lips of her cunt. Jake Ralston watched hungrily for a 
moment and then dropped his head and slithered the full length of his 
slippery tongue up into the warmly-throbbing walls of her pussy. Anna jerked 
convulsively, a deep stirring moan rattling in her chest; her buttocks 
squirmed against the mattress in a futile effort to escape this lingual 
ravishment of her loins. 

"Oooohhhh, ooohhhh...." she shuddered at the onset of his maddening assault 
on her helpless pussy flesh. Her head was off the pillow and she watched in 
horrified amazement that this was really happening to her ... Anna Melton, 
wife and mother, lying naked on a rented motel bed with a crude tattooed 
beast of a man like Jake Ralston! "Noooo ... noooo...." she chanted 
mindlessly in abject shame, her head falling back on the pillow and flailing 
wildly from side to side as his tongue speared thickly into the pink-flushed 
wetness of her vaginal lips. She shivered in fear and unhappiness, but she 
knew there was yet another rippling sensation emanating from the pit of her 
belly, a tiny wisp-like stirring of forbidden erotic pleasure! 

Jake's hands reached up over the white velvet flatness of her girlish belly 
and dug harshly into the soft jiggling flesh of her breasts, his fingers 
coarsely rolling the light brown nipples until they quivered into 
pebble-like hardness. His eyes remained open wide as his mouth and lips 
slaved at the moistness of her vagina and he watched her squirm helplessly 
under his obscene oral caresses. 

Anna lay frozen in unresisting submission, powerless to ward off his 
advances now, her eyes welling with tears as she thought of her husband and 
baby son. She was certain she could never hope to face them again with the 
stinging memory of this lewd subjugation forever in her thoughts. Oh 
Leonard, she cried, why did you have to be unfaithful with Jake Ralston's 
wife? Why did I have to strike out in jealous vengeance? Anna had never in 
her life felt so utterly abandoned, so completely without hope, as she did 
at this moment. 

Jake's eyes stayed on the naked blonde girl's face as his tongue darted in 
and out of her finger-spread vagina. He could see the helpless tears of 
humiliation that trickled from her eyes and he felt his stomach knot with 
delight at the thought of that college-boy Melton at home babysitting while 
his wife's pussy was being so thoroughly assaulted! He'd show this stuck-up 
little city bitch a thing or two! She was no different from all the others 
like her, too good for an uneducated roughneck like Jake Ralston, huh ... 
well, before he'd finished with her she'd be begging ... begging him to fuck 
her! 

The burly trucker laughed to himself as he brought his hands down and pushed 
them under the backs of her knees as they splayed out widely on either side 
of his head. He pushed and lifted so that her kneecaps angled back tightly 
against her breasts, nakedly exposing the whole flowing pink wetness of her 
loins to his greedy lips. This ought to do the trick, he chuckled, and he 
flicked his tonguetip lewdly into the tightly puckered little hole of her 
anus. 

Anna moaned in anguish at the unexpected searing brush of his tongue over 
her forbidden nether orifice; no man had ever touched her there, not even 
her husband, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut in abject shame at the 
torturing sensation of wicked, forbidden desire it sent rippling through her 
captive loins. She tried to fight it, to stifle the pang of lascivious 
incitement, but it was no use. 

"P-Please, please," she stammered in desperation, vainly grinding her 
buttocks back away from the hotly flicking tip of Jake's tongue as it lashed 
mercilessly at her anal orifice. But he only laughed at her helpless 
protests and stabbed deeply into the fleshy nether ring. 

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned shamelessly as tiny goose bumps rippled across her 
nakedly shimmering belly and breasts. Anna sobbed in disgrace as her body 
ignored her own fervent pleas and began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked 
involuntarily at the lust-inciting sensation of his darting tongue, and she 
sobbed in naked terror as she felt her loins begin to quiver in open 
surrender. 

"No, p-please, it's all wrong, all wrong!" the distraught blonde cried out 
in grief-stricken shame, not as much from the lewdness of the act she was 
allowing to take place, but more from the horrible awareness that she was 
beginning to enjoy it! Clenching her teeth tightly together, she fought back 
with all the will she could muster against the hotly licking flames of 
erotic lust that threatened to engulf her in an inferno of carnal passion. 
But she knew from the outset who the victor would be ... and after a few 
vain moments of valiant resistance, she felt the surging collapse of her 
last defenses as a riptide of desire swept upward from her nakedly-aroused 
loins. 

Her body began a slow, sensual movement of its own up against Jake's lewdly 
laving tongue and her hands reached down and curled shamelessly in his short 
hair. She moaned incessantly now, a soul-rending song of passion on her 
quivering lips ... everything was forgotten now. There was no husband, no 
family, no shame. There was nothing, nothing outside this room, outside this 
obscenely creaking motel bed. All that existed for Anna in the whole world 
were the flaming waves of passion that fanned out hotly from her loins like 
liquid fire. 

Jake Ralston could literally feel Anna's total surrender as her thighs 
clamped about his ears and her hands coursed sensually through his hair, and 
with a savage snicker of conquest, he thrust his thick wet tongue deeply 
into the steaming flesh of her vagina again. He could feel the softness of 
her lightly grazing pubic hairs against his nose and cheeks as she 
lasciviously ground her buttocks back at him in a lewd rotating movement as 
old as time. She was completely his now, he laughed to himself, no longer 
the big-city girl she was when she walked through that motel room door. She 
wasn't miss fancy-pants now-she was just another cunt burning with heat, 
just some bitch off the street with a hot box between her legs. He had 
dragged her down to his level now, and only now would she get the full 
treatment ... and get it she would! 

Anna bucked and squirmed under the relentless lavings of Jake's flicking 
tonguetip until she thought she would go insane. Her head was raised from 
the pillow again watching his face, her hands gripping his head and pulling 
the thrill-giving lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her cuntal slit. 
It seemed never to end, to go on and on, but then suddenly Jake forced his 
head from between the clasping insides of her thighs and rose to his knees 
between her widespread legs. 

She felt doubly humiliated to have him gloating over her, and had to close 
her eyes to the shame of his merciless lustful stare. 

His lips curled into a vicious grin. "Now for the real thing, bitch ... 
we're gonna do what you husband and my wife did, only we'll try to outdo 
them." 

Anna lay perfectly still, her thighs splayed shamelessly open, her belly 
quivering and heaving with unwanted emotion as though he were already 
thrusting his obscene hardness between her thighs. 

Jake leaned over her naked young body and bit wickedly into the sensitively 
stiffened nipple of her left breast. Anna groaned in real pain and futilely 
tried to squirm away from his grip, but his hands were everywhere at 
once-caressing the softness of her bare thighs and hips, roughly kneading 
the pliant whiteness of her heaving breasts. His lips roamed at will over 
the full mounds of soft voluptuous flesh and she began to unconsciously 
squirm against the mattress as the rippling impatient heat of passion 
reached her loins. 

"It's gettin' to ya, ain't it, baby?" her husband's boss leered as his lips 
slavered wetly over the soft delicate curves of her young body. "Well, 
you'll be wigglin' a lot more before I'm through. I wanna see that sweet 
little ass o'yours shake like a hula-dancer's twat!" 

Anna was revulsed at the knowledge that his crude, obscene words excited her 
even more, their very lewdness a catalyst to her rising passion. She fought 
this total and irreversible surrender for she knew it would mean her abject 
subjugation to his obscene will ... she would be his love slave! 

"Get them legs nice and wide, baby, 'cause Big Jake needs a lot of workin' 
room," he grinned triumphantly. Anna felt her legs move apart as if they no 
longer were part of her body, possessed by minds of their own and, as Jake 
pushed his bulk up over her with one powerful arm, he reached down between 
their bodies and took the throbbing hardness of his cock between his fingers 
and eased it forward, using its thick rubbery head to part the fleshy pink 
lips of her vagina. She turned her head aside on the pillow, her eyes 
clenched shut in sickening fear and shame as she felt his blood-engorged 
cock-head brush lewdly over the hair-lined ridges of her cuntal flesh. She 
held her breath for an eternity, until her lungs ached and she thought she'd 
pass out. And then ... the first relentless pressure of his cock against the 
moist elastic lips of her cunt! 

"Aaaaggghhh," she moaned as the tip slipped through, stretching painfully 
the tight constrictive lips until Anna felt that a great huge cudgel was 
being stuffed up between her thighs. 

"N-no, please, no," she coughed. "You're hurting me, please ... don't do 
it!" Suddenly she was yelling helplessly in fright and anguish as she saw 
the cruel sadistic smirk of enjoyment spread evilly across Jake Ralston's 
lips ... he was enjoying her pain! He wanted to see her squirming on the end 
of his huge cock like a bug stuck with a pin! 

But then the grin of self-satisfied enjoyment faded and became instead a 
menacing glower of determined raw lust. He could stand this teasing foreplay 
no longer; he had to have this beautiful young married woman now. He looked 
down at the bulbous, lust-distended head of his cock wetly disappearing into 
the sparse blonde curls of her pubic hair ... he had to fuck her now! 

Letting his immense weight carry him forward, smashing her full firm breasts 
back against her chest, Jake pushed his hips forward and his long thick 
hardness rode up between her open legs with a vengeful shudder of lustful 
ravishment, not stopping until his heavy balls smacked lewdly in the 
upturned crevice of her buttocks. Her pussy-flesh was roughly pushed aside 
in rippling waves of soft moist pinkness until he was buried to the hilt 
inside her, his blood-filled rigidity lewdly imbedded in the depths of her 
quaking belly! 

"Aaaaaawwwww! God, help me, help me!" Anna cried out in desperate 
supplication from beneath his crushing weight. She had never been so filled 
with male hardness in her life and his bloated penis seemed to have shoved 
aside all of her insides and replaced them with throbbing fleshy male 
stiffness. There was not one tiny ridge of cock-flesh, not one pulsing blue 
vein, that she could not feel as his heavy member was tightly encircled by 
the soft moist walls of her bruised cuntal passage. 

Jake lay still over her, his face inches from hers. Neither made a sound 
until Anna felt the tormenting throb of male hardness deep in her belly as 
he flexed it lewdly. 

"Unnggghhh," she grunted in pain, her face contorted in a mask of anguish. 

"Big enough for you, baby?" he sneered, flexing his penis again like a huge 
hot rubber hose in her vagina. 

"Aaagghhhhhh!" she gasped, her eyes wide open in fear and horror. 

"You gotta beg me now, bitch, before I give it all to you," he chuckled. He 
gave a playful jerk and felt her loins flower open around his impaling 
hugeness. 

"N-no, I w-won't," she stammered. She couldn't lower herself to grovel 
before him like an animal in heat! That would be too much to bear, she'd 
never be able to face herself in the mirror! She wouldn't give him that 
pleasure, she wouldn't! 

His fingers dug into her bare shoulders and he laughed as he gave his cock 
another pulsing throb deep in her belly. It felt like it would come out her 
mouth and Anna knew she would not be able to hold out much longer ... the 
combination of pain and the lurid passion he had aroused against her will 
was like gasoline and fire, she was about to explode inside! 

"Oh, oh, p-please...." she began, but she knew it was futile. Then, "Oh, 
fuck me, damn you, fuck me!" she croaked in anguish. "I can't stand it ... 
fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes gushing with stinging 
tears at the sound of those vile words on her lips. She knew she was nothing 
better than a whore now, a slut from the gutters, and Leonard would be right 
in leaving her and taking their child. No, God, she was worse than a whore 
... at least a whore got something in return! There was nothing left for 
Anna, nothing but the fiery thickness of this animal's cock imbedded in her 
belly like some huge fist ... there was nothing left within her to resist 
with now, she was lost, totally lost! 

Jake snickered down at her and clamped his wet lips suddenly on hers as he 
sensed her final surrender. His hips began a lewd rocking motion between the 
young married woman's naked thighs and he could feel her tight fleshy 
passage begin to flower submissively with each short stroke of his 
lust-hardened cock. It would not take long to have her climbing the walls. 
God, she was a hot little number underneath, just another cock-hungry bitch. 
All she needed was the right treatment, the right hunk of cunt-filling meat, 
and her real self would come bursting to the surface in a raw squealing mass 
of helpless desire. She was a hot piece o'tail, all right, just like he'd 
guessed. Ol' Jake Ralston knew how to spot 'em every time! 

Anna's nakedly writhing body began to shudder with the licking flames of 
passion that fanned up hotly from her cock-filled loins. There was no use 
pretending-she had lost completely now and it was pointless to pretend 
otherwise. Jake Ralston had turned her into a mindless sex-hungry slut and 
now she even began to work her hips back against the slow rhythm of Jake's 
huge cock as it skewered wetly between her thighs. 

Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly 
up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with sudden utter 
abandon deeply between his lips. A low groaning sigh of passion-ridden 
servility gushed from her throat, her face twisted in desire, her mouth 
hungrily working, a light beaded sweat breaking out across her forehead. 

Jake Ralston eased his hands down and under the soft white cheeks of her 
naked buttocks, squeezing them fiercely in his tight grip. He had thought of 
holding her like this and shoving his cock between her legs since he first 
saw her that day she arrived in Pine Junction with her husband ... and now 
he was doing just that! 

Her nether flesh oozed around his fingers as they flexed and unflexed in 
perfect rhythm with the skewering thrusts of his lust-thickened hardness, 
and he jerked her to his loins and felt her thighs bend back a little 
harder, the moist pink slit of her vagina widely-splayed to take every inch 
of his hugeness into the unprobed depths of her belly. 

Anna felt no pain now, only maddening arousal, and her legs on either side 
of his impaling stiffness were quivering in abandoned desire. Her eyes were 
closed and her tongue worked hungrily up into his mouth as small whimpering 
sounds of velvety ecstasy echoed in her throat. 

Jake worked frantically above her, his back dripping with sweat that ran 
down the sides of his immense body and dripped onto the motel bed in damp 
puddles. His long smooth strokes now brought his cock nearly all the way out 
of her clasping vaginal cleft on the backstroke and then roared forward 
between her upraised thighs like a runaway locomotive-, pushing aside the 
bruised moist cuntal walls until he could hear and feel the lewd slap of his 
sperm-bloated testicles in the hairless furrow of her buttocks. Her buttocks 
... just the very thought of her heart-shaped ass-cheeks squirming nakedly 
beneath him incited yet another humiliation and he slid his fingers down 
over the taut smoothness of her buttocks and found the tiny puckered orifice 
of her anus nestled defenselessly below the clasping little slit of her 
vagina. He pushed his middle finger into it with a sudden quickness that 
caught her by surprise, and the rubbery nether-lips yielded easily to his 
probe. 

She gasped in pain. "Aaagghhhh!" But Jake only thrust harder and deeper, 
enjoying the sounds of her humiliation. He worked his finger around inside 
the small spongy hole, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as 
his stiffened finger ground its way up into her rectum. He added another 
finger to the first and brought a fresh cry of pain from her quivering lips, 
all the while never missing a beat with his deeply punishing cock-thrusts 
into her moist vagina. The deep guttural noises emanating from beneath her 
chest stretched out into incessant moans of pleasure as her rectum stretched 
to accommodate his unnatural assault. 

Jake grinned wickedly down at her as he felt her body begin another 
salacious rhythm of its own. Her buttocks began slowly to screw back onto 
his middle finger as he impaled her helplessly between his hard, throbbing 
cock and his finger crammed lewdly in her anus. Her passionate whimpering 
was with quick, sudden gasps for breath as she began twisting and squealing 
in erotic abandon with both her legs pounding against his sides in sexual 
frenzy. 

He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her 
buttocks to the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt where he could feel his 
cock sliding smoothly in and out. His fingertips sensed the soft pliant lips 
of her vagina stretch to allow his hardness to enter and then pull wetly 
from inside her loins, the pink moist flesh clinging to the steel-hard 
pistoning rigidity of his cock. 

Suddenly, she shook convulsively and began to gasp for air like a fish out 
of water. "Oh ... oh! Oh, God, I'm cumming! 

Aiiieeee! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" 

He felt her cunt open wetly and then begin spasming wildly around his buried 
member, and warm gushing liquid flooded hotly over his still-thrusting cock. 
He buried it deeper and faster inside her ... she'd remember this one for a 
long, long time, he gloated. 

Jake felt her jerk upward toward him several times in rapid succession as 
her breath came in short desperate gasps. He thrust painfully deep into her 
quaking belly as he felt his hot viscous sperm shoot crazily from the end of 
his lust-bloated cock into the passion-ravaged depths of her vagina. Her 
legs went limp suddenly around him and he could feel her collapse beneath 
him, spent with the sensual frenzy of her orgasm. 

"Been a long time, baby?" he asked after an appropriate pause. 

Anna did not answer, but her silence gave him the satisfaction her husband's 
boss desired. She hadn't been getting it at home and now he had fucked her 
like she'd never been fucked before! 

"P-Please, let me up ... I-I have to go home, Jake." 

"Sure, honey, anything you say ... let me get outta you first." he laughed, 
and slipped his deflating cock from her cuntal lips with a slurping wet 
sound. Rolling off her, he waited for her to get up from the bed, then 
watched her walk, unsteadily at first, but better as she recovered quickly. 
Her body had a glimmering sheen on it, a fine vapor of sensual perspiration, 
and the inside of her left thigh bore the telltale stickiness of his spent 
discharge. 

"There's a party day after tomorrow you might like ... three or four couples 
gettin' together at our place. They're all like you and me, baby, real 
swingers. What ya say? There'll be more there than you can handle, and you 
might pick up some new tricks." 

Anna spun around and scowled at her new lover, oblivious now of her shameful 
nakedness. She made no attempt to cover her bare breasts, and her hands hung 
limply at her sides. "What makes you think I'd come to a party like that? I 
did what I had to do today because it was this or Leonard's job! I ... " 

"Save it for your ol' man, cunt. You ain't gotta convince me. Anyway, I know 
better. I can spot a real hot-box when I see one, and you've got one of the 
hottest. Just think about Friday night before you say no ... three or four 
men, truck drivers, all of them, from up north a ways. That's three or four 
good screwings, baby ... all the hot stiff cock you can handle. And I'd 
imagine you'd get your pretty little slit eaten a couple of times for good 
measure, and then...." 

"Stop it, stop it!" Anna screamed, her hands over her eyes. "I don't want to 
hear any more!" 

"Then you'll come, you and that husband of yours too, if he's got the balls 
for some real action." 

"Yes, yes, damn you! I'll come! I'll come! Just leave me alone ... haven't 
you taken enough from me for one day?" Anna ran into the bathroom and 
slammed the door hard behind her, but Jake Ralston only laughed. She'd be 
there all right, hot and sassy and ready for action! And if that college-boy 
husband of hers dared to show his face, maybe they'd give him a glimpse of a 
real man in action ... yes sir, let the kid see what a fuckin' was supposed 
to be! 

Jake Ralston cleaned himself up with a hand towel that hung by the bathroom 
door and glanced at his watch. Still time for a couple of beers before 
dinner, he grinned, not a bad day's work if I do say so myself! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Leonard Melton had once confided to a friend that the two days preceding the 
birth of his son were the longest he had ever endured. Forty-eight hours of 
on-again, off-again labor, frantic packing and unpacking and harried, 
late-night calls to the obstetrician until finally Anna bore them their son. 

But those days spun by dizzily compared to the two Leonard spent before 
Friday night. 

Almost exactly forty-eight hours had somehow slipped by since Anna returned 
from her rendezvous with Jake Ralston, and now, as Leonard sat alone in his 
office at the trucking company, a half-hour past closing time, he was as far 
as ever from knowing what to do.... 

He had not looked up that evening as his wife turned the key in the lock and 
entered the living room. Richie was playing in nis playpen and the 
television rolled in muted silence, the volume nearly switched off. 

"Leonard ... I'm back." Her voice sounded strangely calm and undisturbed to 
his ears. He had expected-hoped for?-anguish and remorse at least. But Anna 
was not upset at all! 

"Is that all you can say?" he asked finally, his voice quiet and faltering. 

"What do you want me to say, Leonard?" she asked irritably. "Would you like 
it better if I threw myself at your feet and asked for forgiveness? If I 
cried and sobbed and said I'd never get over this as long as I lived? Well, 
I did feel like that for awhile ... but not now." 

Leonard stood up and looked at her face for the first time since she had 
returned; her eyes pained him greatly for they glimmered with that 
glazed-over look every schoolboy knows from memory ... the just-been-fucked 
sparkle. "So you enjoyed it, is that what you're trying to say? You went to 
bed with another man and I'm supposed to congratulate you, right?" 

"I didn't hear you pleading for forgiveness after you screwed Connie 
Ralston. Remember, you got us into this mess, not me! If you'd spent more 
time in bed with your own wife, maybe it wouldn't have been necessary for me 
to ... to...." 

"To fuck Jake Ralston, why don't you say it?" 

"Oh, all right, to fuck Jake! It's okay when you do it, isn't it? But when I 
do it, it's a capital crime!" 

"Damn it, Anna, it's not the same, you know that!" 

"I don't know it, Leonard. All I know is I got screwed this afternoon and 
... and ... I enjoyed it! For the first time in months, I don't feel like 
I'm sitting on hot coals! Is that so awful!?" 

Leonard's face reflected the whole range of sudden emotion, from disbelief 
to pain to lingering anguish; and for the first time in their years 
together, he struck her. Not a closed-fist punch, but an open handed slap 
that sent her reeling over the end of the coffee table and sprawling onto a" 
chair that happened to be handy. 

"I-I'm sorry, Anna!" he blurted out, even before she had caught her balance. 

His wife said not a word, but merely looked at him pitifully and shook her 
head. He slept on the sofa that night, not by any agreement, but from his 
own desire, and the next night as well. And the words that passed between 
them could have been counted on two hands. 

If there was any hope left for their marriage, Leonard could not see it. 
Anna had not told him until this morning of the party at the Ralston's, and 
that was the crowning blow, the last crushing weight he could stand heaped 
on him now. She actually wanted to go! She knew what kind of things would go 
on there and she wanted to go anyway ... Anna, his Anna! 

He had felt for two days like he was caught in a vise, not wanting to go to 
work and dreading coming home in the evening. The pressure from Jake Ralston 
had been worse yet. He had expected the filthiest kind of taunting and crude 
remarks, but Jake had obviously decided to take another, more punishing, 
course. He had ignored the fact of his adultery with Leonard's wife 
altogether. Just as if nothing had happened! 

Jake strolled into the office a half-hour late that next morning and dumped 
some traffic reports on Leonard's desk, remarked about the need for some 
repairs at the number three loading ramp, and then calmly proceeded to go 
about his day's business. 

Leonard was flabbergasted at first, but then he saw through his boss's 
tactics ... let me simmer in my own juices, that's it! He knows I'm not 
going to say anything about what happened, he just wants to watch me squirm! 

So from that moment, Leonard began to fight fire with fire. Any casual 
observer would have noticed nothing out of the ordinary around the front 
office those two days-just a terminal manager doing his job and a management 
trainee humming through his work like any young executive in one of a 
hundred thousand offices anywhere. 

But the pressure was on just the same. 

Inside, where it hurt the most. A screaming, fists-up confrontation might 
have netted him a few broken bones, but it would have at least been out in 
the open. This was murder, like smoking cigarettes sitting on a keg of 
gunpowder, and today was Friday and some decision had to be made. 

Jake had left just after lunch without comment, though he had heard him 
comment to one of the girls that he had to help with getting ready for a 
party. 

A party, all right, Leonard thought, with my wife there for dessert! 

The office was deserted now except for a cleaning woman far across in the 
bookkeeping section; Leonard could see her as she made her way from desk to 
desk, emptying the trash baskets into her larger bin with wheels. For the 
fifth or sixth time, he reached for the telephone, only this time he 
completed the call. 

It was simple, he assured himself. I only have to tell Anna that we're not 
going to that party. Sure, she wants to go, and probably I could even go 
myself if I tried. 

Why not? Didn't I fuck Jake's wife already? It's a small leap from screwing 
the boss's wife to swinging at a swap party, isn't it? But we're not going 
to go, and that's got to be final if Anna wants to stay Mrs. Leonard Melton. 
It's not even the sex any more, it's something else more important. Anna's 
changed now, turned into a woman I hardly recognize, but even that's not 
irreversible. One thing though will never change, not as long as I'm under 
Jake's thumb ... he could still write me up for moral turpitude, it would be 
his word against mine and I'm still a nobody with the company. No, I'll 
never agree to go as long as I'm just a glorified gofer and Jake's playing 
God! I'm a man, goddamnit, and I can only take so much pushing before I 
fight back! He might have a hundred pounds on me, but if he pushes me hard 
enough, one of us is going to fall! And if it's me, it might as well be 
right away before I've got nothing left to fight over! 

An older, only slightly familiar voice answered the phone. "Uh, Anna, is 
that you?" 

"No, this is Janet, Mr. Melton, I'm babysitting. Anna said you might call 
... she said to tell you she'd meet you at the party." 

"She ... she said ... what?" 

"She'd meet you at the party. She said you'd know the address." 

"Thanks ... I do know the address. G'bye." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

There was no one there that Anna knew except Jake Ralston and his wife. It 
was odd to enter a house in Pine Junction and see six faces you had never 
seen before. Not at the lone supermarket, or at the post office where 
everyone kept a lock box. But Jake had said these people were not from Pine 
Junction, and it made sense; in a town this size, everybody would know about 
this kind of party inside of a few days. 

It had not been an easy decision for the young wife to come tonight, and 
even now Anna was far from certain she was right. But right or wrong, it was 
her decision to live with, even if she lived with it alone. 

At first she thought she had the wrong house, for though there were three 
cars in the driveway, the house seemed to be without lights. She 
double-checked the address and went up to the front door; it opened without 
her ringing the bell and Jake Ralston filled the doorway with his enormous 
bulk. 

"I thought you'd make it, baby," he grinned and cast an appraising eye over 
her mini-dress and boots. 

"I-I wasn't sure I would come," she said. "But...." 

"Don't give it another thought, honey. We all had second-thoughts the first 
time. You'll know better before the night's over. How 'bout your husband? 
Did he chicken out like I figured?" 

"I don't know ... he wasn't home when I left, but I left him a message to 
come if he wants to." 

"Well, let's stop talking and get you introduced around. My pal Dick is just 
starting the movie." 

"Movie?" 

"Sure, a little warm-up," he explained as they crossed the foyer and walked 
into the living room. Anna could barely see in the dim light but she knew 
there were people seated about the room, some on the floor, others on sofas 
or chairs. "It's just to get things in the right mood." He patted her 
affectionately on her buttocks, a pat that became a lingering caress, but he 
drew his hand away before they reached his wife. 

Anna felt a shudder of anxiety in her belly, but she had no desire, like the 
first time, to turn and run. Maybe she was a slut underneath, just like Jake 
had said, maybe she was some kind of sex-maniac just waiting for the right 
moment to explode, like a land mine. 

"Hi, Anna, glad you could make it," said Connie Ralston cheerily. Anna could 
barely see her face, but it was obvious that she was smiling. Did Jake tell 
her about Wednesday afternoon? Surely he did, or he wouldn't have invited me 
to this party! But she isn't sulking like Leonard ... or is there something 
I don't know? It was actually the second time Anna had suspected she had 
been used, but this time it seemed more likely. To her own amazement, 
though, she was not angry; in fact, she was even a bit flattered. The old 
Anna, perhaps, would have been hurt and hysterical, but she had changed and 
she knew it. Since Wednesday, she had made up her mind not to do without 
anything as integral to her happiness as sex ... and if Leonard wouldn't 
offer her satisfaction at home, then she'd just find it elsewhere! And her 
husband be damned! 

Anna found herself being eased into an armchair just as the film began. It 
was projected on a doubled sheet hung from the arched doorway between the 
living room and the dining room, and as it flickered into full-color life, 
she saw that it was from Denmark and quite professionally done. She wasn't 
sure what she had expected, but it certainly was not this ... the two girls 
were beautiful, obviously models or actresses of some sort, and they had set 
out on a bike ride through beautiful Copenhagen. There was no sound or 
titles, but the action was simple and obvious enough. After a couple of 
seconds, they arrived at a big townhouse and went in. Inside there were two 
men, one bearded, with expensive-looking cameras, and the girls quickly 
stripped down and began to pose in awkward angles designed to give the 
cameramen an unimpeded view of their nakedness. 

There was a giggle of laughter from a young woman on Anna's left, someone 
about her own age. The girl's escort, probably her husband, a, tall handsome 
young man with longish sideburns, whispered something in her ear and she 
giggled again, louder this time, and grabbed him affectionately between the 
legs. Anna was fascinated ... she couldn't decide which show was better, the 
one on the screen or the one in real life a few feet away! She heard the 
metallic sound of a zipper and saw the girl's head nestle down into the 
man's lap and then begin to slowly move up and down as they both watched the 
movie ... only when her head moved upward could Anna see that she had his 
cock in her mouth! She was lewdly sucking it while they watched the action 
on the screen! 

Anna looked back at the movie, embarrassed at having intruded on their 
privacy, but she caught herself glancing back occasionally as the action 
heated up on the makeshift screen. Soon there were three women sucking 
cock-two on the screen and one for real just to her left, and Anna found she 
was unconsciously squirming against the seat cushion. Her panties felt damp 
and sticky between her legs and she knew she was getting "turned-on"; she 
wished fervently that Leonard were here, that it could be her own husband 
who answered this growing hunger between her thighs. But she knew he 
wouldn't come. This would probably be the last straw for both of them, but 
she felt strangely relieved, as if it was hopeless to struggle to keep their 
marriage afloat. 

"Pretty hot stuff, huh?" someone whispered in her ear. She turned to face 
him. It was not anyone she knew, a nice-looking sort of guy with brown wavy 
hair, kind of Mediterranean-looking but not greasy or too dark. "I picked it 
up in Denmark on my last cruise. I'm in the Merchant Marine. My name's 
Dick." 

Anna nodded her head. She could think of nothing to say except her name, 
words somehow seeming inappropriate when this kind of obscene thing was 
going on right before their eyes. The action on the screen had reached the 
boiling point, so wildly explicit that Anna was almost afraid to watch ... 
every frame was closer, more detailed, than the one before, and the whole 
doorway was filled with bold flickering images of naked, lust-hardened cocks 
and pinkly clasping vaginas. She had never seen anything like it! 

Dick handed her a drink and she took a large swallow without tasting it 
first; it burned down her throat like molten lava and she coughed. 

"It's a special punch Jake makes up ... I think he uses battery acid for a 
base," the dark-haired man now sitting on the arm of her chair joked. She 
looked back at the man and woman on her left and nearly shrieked in 
astonishment ... they were both naked now and lying head-to-toe on the sofa, 
his lust-thickened cock still in her ovaled mouth and his own head in 
between her opening-and-closing thighs! 

Someone turned on a stereo somewhere and the room filled with the 
orchestrated sound of older Beatles's tunes, a seeming compromise aimed at 
the twenty-year age differences in the room. Anna felt Dick's strange hands 
against her back, fingertips caressing along the curve of her spine. She 
heard the rustle of her dress being unzipped and she pulled away 
instinctively, but when she looked around, there was no one in the room 
still fully clothed. Everyone was either naked or undressing, and she closed 
her eyes in resignation. After all, she knew what to expect when she came 
here, didn't she? Before she knew it, the young blonde wife was naked to the 
waist and this man whom she'd never seen until a few minutes ago was eagerly 
fondling her tingling breasts. She offerd no resistance as he whisperingly 
urged her down onto the carpeted floor, for the room was filled now with the 
gruntings of nakedly entwined couples. Dick was out of his clothes quickly 
and when they dropped to the floor, he brought her to her knees 
unceremoniously. There was no foreplay, no teasing, just the stiff 
relentless insistence of hard, virile cock. Her fingers reached back and 
found the long fleshy hardness of his lust-inflated penis as he mounted her 
dog-style. She stroked his pulsing member excitedly as the naked action of 
the porno movie flickered on and on above her head. Quickly, painlessly, he 
entered her, and she was surprised to discover that she was so 
well-lubricated that his good-sized cock slithered deeply into her belly on 
the first forward lunge. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Anna murmured softly as the music drowned out the lascivious 
sounds of lovemaking all around her. "Fuck me hard, Dick, real hard!" 

* * * 

Leonard was switching off the office lights to leave, though he knew he 
could not go home while Anna was away at that party. Probably he would just 
drive around until he was too tired to handle the wheel and then go home 
alone. Whatever tomorrow would bring would be hard enough to face in the 
light of day. There was no sense in planning for it tonight. Divorce was an 
ugly word and never pleasant for anyone, but he knew now it was inevitable. 
There was nothing left between them now, what little they had left had been 
torn from them when Anna went to that party alone. Lewd images of his wife 
naked with dozens of men tortured his thoughts, though he tried not to think 
of her at all. 

A noise disturbed his unpleasant thoughts and he looked up to see the 
cleaning woman, still far across the empty expanse of desks, pointing 
excitedly to the front door of the terminal office. Leonard made a motion 
with his hands that indicated he would see to it and hurried to the 
wood-paneled reception corridor to see who it was. Probably some trucker 
with a problem or a night man from the loading platforms, though any 
difficulties they had were usually solved through the night foreman. 

He switched on the outside lights and opened the door, feeling rather 
foolish that he had not looked through the window first. What if it was a 
robbery? But what was of value in here? Nothing but some papers and office 
equipment. 

But if it was a thief, it was an odd one. Outside on the concrete steps was 
a short, gray-haired woman of about fifty, stooped with premature age and 
wrinkled from hard work. Or hard living. "Where's that pea-brained ox that 
runs this place?" she demanded. 

Leonard was tempted to tell her the truth,.but he did not want an old 
woman's death on his conscience. "He's gone home, ma'am. I'm his assistant. 
Could I help you?" 

She looked him over suspiciously. "You look kinda' young, but I guess you'll 
have to do. I wanna know how come he sent that good for nothin' ex-husband 
of mine so much money! He ain't paid me a cent o' child support in two years 
and now he's out paintin' the town red, white and blue!" 

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Mrs...." 

"Taylor, Mrs. Luke Taylor. Ex-Mrs. Taylor, that is. And the truth is that 
Luke got a check in the mail from your company. He ain't worked here in over 
two years; hell, he ain't worked nowhere in two years. And now he's filthy 
rich with a pocket full o' money! If anybody ought to be getting money in 
the mail, it's me! I'm the one with the houseful o' younguns!" 

"I still don't quite follow you. You say he got a paycheck in the mail and 
he doesn't work here, is that right?" A faint glimmer of an idea was 
beginning to take root deep in his brain and his four years of accounting 
training was urging it into something he could get his teeth into. 

"That's what I said, young man. And what's more, Annie Mae Armstrong's ol' 
man got one too. I seen her at the grocery store this very night and she 
tol' me herself. What's goin' on out here? You people taken leave o' your 
senses?" 

Leonard quickly mentally scanned the events of the last few days. Certainly, 
that phone call from the home office ... they sent the payroll out directly 
because I told them it would be all right! Jake's been so busy with his 
other affairs that he hasn't even noticed, I'll bet. Still, it could be an 
error in Maryland. 

"Mrs. Taylor, I'll check into it first thing in the morning. I'm sure it was 
just some bookkeeping error," he said officiously. "But I'd appreciate it if 
you wouldn't say anything about it to anyone else until we can clear it up, 
okay?" 

She eyed him again, even more suspiciously this time. "Well, all right, but 
just remember me the next time you got some damn fool notion about handing 
out free money, 'ya here?" 

He stood in the doorway and waited until she climbed in a dilapidated old 
pickup truck. There was a boy of about sixteen behind the wheel and he spun 
gravel as he swung the old truck onto the highway. Leonard could hear the 
old woman cursing him as they drove away. 

It cost him five dollars and less than five minutes to get the pass key to 
Jake's private office on the pretense of needing some docking reports. And 
it took him less than a half-hour to find what he needed. Like most 
criminals, Jake Ralston had left behind a clear, easily-followed trail, and 
Leonard was laughing out loud as he unlocked the secretarial pool door and 
turned on the office copier. 

He felt better than he had felt in weeks, strangely light-headed and 
confident again, and finally, he knew what it was that his life had lost. He 
had his self-respect back again. He would not have to be ordered around like 
an office boy any longer; he was here to be trained for management and that 
was precisely what he would be from now on ... management! 

Even the anguished mental picture of his wife fucking Jake Ralston seemed 
less burning now, for he knew somehow that everything was going to work 
itself out. He knew all at once that he had painfully neglected her, that he 
had acted like a little boy when she needed a man ... and the potent glow of 
self-confident manhood between his legs told him that even that would be no 
problem from this moment on. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

He had to knock twice to get any answer, but the sounds of music and 
laughter from inside told him he had the right house. Jake peered out 
finally from the bolted door, then closed it to release the latch and let 
him in. The big trucker had a big smirking grin on his face when he swept 
the door open and bowed mockingly. "Well, if it ain't the college boy, just 
in time. C'mon in, Leonard, and take a look at the action." 

Leonard felt his stomach tighten in revulsion at the promise of untold 
horror the darkened house offered him. He knew the worst moment would be the 
first ... if he could get over the shock of seeing his wife naked with 
another man, as she was sure to be, since Jake Ralston wore only a pair of 
undershorts, then he could manage the rest with aplomb. 

He saw her before his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The body was 
definitely hers, all right, and she was naked on all fours ... his own wife 
slavingly taking another man's cock up in her cunt from behind! He felt a 
surge of hurt and grief, but he swallowed back his own pain and faced Jake 
Ralston, who looked at him with a leering victorious grin wetly on his lips, 
clearly the confident smirk of a man who had won. 

Leonard shook his head uncomprehendingly ... to think I let it come to this! 
All Anna needed was a man and I couldn't even offer her that! I've let this 
bastard push me and order me around until there's nothing left of me but a 
hollow shell! Well, not any more, pal ... you're going to see a brand 
spanking new Leonard! Or maybe the Leonard I used to be, before I let this 
son of a bitch get the best of me. 

He looked back at Anna and the man he didn't recognize. His fingers gripped 
her buttocks, his wife's buttocks, squeezing groans of passion from her 
throat as her full-mounded breasts jiggled and bounced nakedly beneath her. 
She had not seen him yet and he didn't want her to ... she had gone too far 
to turn back now. It was for him to make the next move. 

"Jake, I want to talk to you," Leonard said calmly, reveling in the look of 
surprise on his boss's face. 

"What about? Can't it wait? The rest of us didn't come here to talk 
business, sonny," Jake chuckled. "Take a look at your wife there ... she 
ain't worried about business, is she?" 

"It's about a raise, Jake," the young management trainee said innocently. 

"A raise! You must be outta your mind, college-boy! Why don't you go home 
and let us grown-ups play," he laughed over the loudness of the stereo 
music. 

"It's not a raise for me ... it's for Luke Taylor and Al Armstrong. And 
Bobby Wilder and Gene Davis and a few others. They've been making the same 
wages for so long now, I thought you'd like to up their salaries a bit." 

Jake looked around as if the walls had ears. "Come over here," he demanded 
and grabbed Leonard's shirt front and pulled him into an alcove off the 
dining room. "Where'd you get those names, boy?" 

"Take your thieving hands off me, Ralston, or your ass will rot in the state 
prison!" Leonard's voice was strong and assertive and Jake removed his hand 
immediately. "I know all about your little business, Jake old buddy. How 
you've been drawing paychecks under a half-dozen names for over two years. 
You kept men on the payroll who were fired a long time ago. In fact, I 
strongly suspect you only hired them because they were deadbeats and you 
knew you could get rid of them. You have the pay records sent to you before 
they go to Maryland and you've been adding the phony ones for two years, 
collecting the checks before they went out for disbursement and depositing 
them in dummy accounts you somehow worked out with Citizens' State Bank in 
Pine Junction. I don't know about that part of it ... yet ... but I imagine 
you have an accomplice there. Maybe one of the men in this room. It all adds 
up to a pretty penny, Jake, over fifty thousand dollars in fact, and it 
would probably mean about, say ten to twelve years for embezzlement, plus a 
little for forgery and fraud, and maybe...." 

"All right, all right ... but you can't prove it!" His voice was thin all of 
a sudden and his statement had more of the tone of a question. Could he 
prove it? Jake seemed to be saying. 

"I've got photocopies of everything in your files, Jake, enough to put you 
away for a long time." 

"That's burglary! You've got no right to be nosin' around in my files!" 

Leonard pushed a finger against Jake's burly chest. "Call the cops, then." 

"You lousy little shrimp, I oughta' break your fuckin' neck!" Jake's thick 
meaty hands shot out for the young husband's shoulders, but Leonard knocked 
them away with two quick feints. 

"That's another thing they taught me in college, Jake ... boxing. So try 
that again and one of us will be missing a few teeth. 

And if you've got any ideas about killing me and taking the copies, forget 
it ... there're another two copies already in the mails on their way to the 
two old friends of the family. And one's an attorney, with instructions to 
turn it all over to the police if anything happens to me. You see, I 
wouldn't trust you any further than I could throw you, you lard-ass son of a 
bitch." Leonard's voice was steady and sure, without the rising pitch of 
emotion that would have made him less convincing. He had the dead-sure 
certainty of a self-made man and Jake knew he was licked. 

"What'ya want? Money? There's lots of it and there could be a lot more. 
They're stupid as hell in the home office and we could make this pay really 
well, you and me." 

"I don't want any of your dirty money, Jake. And you'll get all those men 
off the payroll over the next six weeks, one a week. All I want is what I 
was sent here for. Experience in management. No more office flunkie 
business, Jake, we run things by the book now, together!" 

"That's all? Nothing more?" Jake was incredulous, too anxious to be 
relieved. 

"That's all. You haven't got a thing I want, Jake, not a thing." He heard a 
familiar gasping voice from somewhere in the living room, but didn't bother 
to look. There was plenty of time for mending those fences later, and for 
the first time in months, he was certain he could handle the job nicely 
indeed. 

"There is one thing, Jake," he said in a whisper, his hand intentionally on 
his boss's shoulder. 

"Sure, name it, it's yours!" 

Leonard looked around the darkened room, lewdly rubbing the bulge in his 
crotch in a manner Jake could not misunderstand. "Where's that sexy blonde 
wife of yours? I might as well get warmed up if I'm going to enjoy the 
party!" 

Jake glowered at him, his neck flushed with red and his eyeballs bulging 
until they looked like they would pop from their sockets. He started to 
speak, but turned to walk away instead. "I'll find her," he mumbled as he 
walked away. And suddenly he didn't look so big at all to Leonard, and 
getting smaller all the time! 


THE END
