RWS-200  The Boss Lady
[aka 'Convention Seducers']
(Helga Goering)


INTRODUCTION 

What seems to have become the American way of conducting business-namely the 
annual convention, serves as the setting for this critical commentary on a 
"new life style" for middle-class America. 

But it is a convention in name only that Bella Dietrich uses for her 
appraisal of the wife-swapping scene that is sweeping the country. There 
have been headlines splashed across the newspapers of our land decrying the 
decadence of the practice, and feature stories in all of the national 
magazines asking, "Is this activity on your list of leisure-time pursuits?" 

Ginny Blake assumes the role of girl reporter to provide a first-hand 
account of what the action is and how it is organized. In her attempt to 
provide in-depth coverage for this special event, she finds herself caught 
in the hub of the husband-wife merry-go-round. The brass ring she reaches 
for never materializes, but the men and women who ride the snorting steeds 
spur the activities to a fevered pitch. 

Interwoven with reporting on the convention participants is her crusade for 
the women's lib movement. She must prove she is capable of covering this 
story in order to move up in her journalistic career. 

Accompanied by Larry Eisenberg, staff photographer, Ginny goes to San Diego 
to cover the convention. They pose as a married couple in order to be 
accepted by the swapping couples who have traveled from all over the country 
for this mass-meeting. 

As the tempo increases, the influence of old-world customs becomes apparent 
with the staging of a Roman banquet. The kaleidoscope of history flickers 
across the scene and the marriage rites of the so-called civilized people 
are dissolved. 

Anthropologists have long speculated on the structure of the monogamous 
union. They have explained it by rationalizing that approximately equal 
numbers of males and females are born, and at the lower economic levels it 
is possible for a male to only support one female. In addition, studies show 
that children born to monogamous unions have a better chance of survival. 
However, the practice of polygamy has existed for thousands of years. 

Psychiatrists have noted that man is by nature a polygamous being. Some 
experts have suggested that the large number of unsuccessful marriages and 
the rising divorce rate in the United States is directly related to 
monogamy. There has even been discussion on the legalizing of companionate 
marriage--i.e., a sort of trial marriage that could be dissolved at the end 
of a year. 

Customs and people are changing in the world we live in. Perhaps the 
portrait painted by Convention Orgy will be one more step in questioning, 
reviewing, and revising our present marital structure. 

Brandon Books is pleased to provide its readers with this provocative 
presentation of a problem that exists in America today. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

An unearthly pall of smog obscured the top of the Los Angeles Clarion 
building and settled in an opaque film over the inner city. Automobile horns 
bleated their trapped cries and the streets filled with scurrying humanity, 
almost all of them goggled with sunglasses against the gray gloom. Lumbering 
steel trucks like armored beasts rammed their way through the teeming 
traffic, snorting their rage through grinding gears. 

The noise was muffled to a subliminal hum on the top floor of the Clarion 
inside Clint Worthington Greer's private office. The glass-filtered smog up 
here only created an urge to wipe the windows, like wiping the shower steam 
off a mirror. Beige damask, thick, bleached wool Indian carpeting, soft 
Venetian red leather and fine chestnut paneling lulled the occupants into 
believing they were in the quiet decorum of an English gentlemen's club. 

Greer leaned back of the expansive desk in his high-backed leather chair, 
watching Ginny Blake lean forward to press home still another argument. Her 
long beautiful legs were crossed and angled to the side. He let his eyes 
slide down their silken length surreptitiously when Natalie turned to say 
something to Larry Eisenberg. Ginny opened her hands in an imploring gesture 
and Clint felt his whole gut tighten at the clearly outlined mounds of her 
large firm breasts under the blue knit. What the hell was he sitting here 
arguing with Ginny Blake for? He didn't give a damn how many prize stories 
she'd done. She was made for one thing and one thing only. 

"You see, Mr. Greer, I'm not just one of your fly-by-night reporters. This 
is my career. I expect to be working on a newspaper when I'm ninety-five." 
Her deep blue eyes were earnest and pleading ... so beautiful in their thick 
long fringe of startling black lashes that a man could agree to almost 
anything just looking into them. Clint took in her silky black hair swept up 
and twisted in a French roll off her neck, severe except for the thick soft 
bangs that almost got tangled in her eyelashes. A man could also imagine 
what that hair would be like with the pins out and flung out on a pillow. 
The thick cream color of her skin set off those blue eyes and black hair. He 
looked at all of the skin that was visible, from her beautiful face with its 
straight little nose and small determined chin, the long delicate throat, 
the graceful hands, and back to the throat and the creamy V where her 
neckline cut off the view. But it didn't take much imagination to know that 
the rest of the skin on her long slender body was just as white and 
poreless. 

"I realize that I'm probably a little young to tackle this assignment. But I 
know I can do it. I've planned a four-part story." Ginny tugged a briefcase 
from the inside arm of her chair. 

Larry Eisenberg had had about all he could take. That bastard Greer had been 
undressing Ginny with his eyes ever since they came in for this conference. 
The Great God Greer, publisher and philanthropist. He wondered why Greer had 
never spotted Ginny before. She'd been here almost five months now. Maybe he 
had, come to think of it. 

"Sir..." Larry spoke up, leaning forward with elbows on knees. He didn't 
know why the hell he should be concerned. Ginny was a good enough broad 
though ... and nobody on the whole damn paper had been able to get next to 
her. Maybe that was why he resented the "old man" leering. Larry cleared his 
throat. "If I may offer an opinion, I don't think it's youth that anybody's 
objecting to 

... but this is rather a raw assignment....that might offend feminine 
sensibilities." 

"Offend feminine sensibilities!" Ginny spluttered. "But don't you see-" 

Natalie had to intervene. Clint was going to be furious with her, but that 
was mostly his permanent state at work. She knew his precious ego would be 
wounded again and she'd pay for this at home ... but she'd worry about that 
then. At the Clarion she couldn't afford to be a wife ... she had a paper to 
get out and run and hopefully build into something even better than it had 
been in her grandfather's day. 

"Clint ... Larry----" Both men turned to look at Natalie Greer. She was a 
slight woman with short dark brown hair that had two perfect white wings of 
hair sweeping up from her temples. They were her trademark. Most women would 
have kept then dyed but Natalie knew they accentuated her large doe eyes and 
aquiline nose. The white wings lent a regal air to such a small woman and 
she increased this by borrowing Ethel Barrymore's old trick of wearing only 
gray, white, or black. Her small, perfectly manicured hands came off her 
gray wool lap and she toyed with her silver-monogrammed pencil. 

"I know you have the best of intentions, Larry. But perhaps, Ginny must try 
for the best assignment ... no matter how 'raw.' She has a fine sense of 
news and an intuition about the things that are going to be important 
tomorrow. As managing editor, I must vote that we let Ginny cover the first 
Swingers' Convention." She ended quietly but firmly. 

Clint felt Natalie's words as well as heard them. Quiet as they were, they 
stung like a glove flung across his cheek. His normally ruddy skin grew even 
ruddier. To cover his fury, he rose to his full six feet four inches and 
turned to look at the muted, hazy street scene below. Shoving both hands in 
his pockets to keep from running them through his red hair, which was his 
normal gesture of impatience, he gritted his teeth with his back to the 
room. Clint could feel the blood rising to his face. Showing her authority 
like that to the help! The hired help! Goddamned bitch! How the hell could 
he make policy or do anything with his own wife as managing editor? 

"I appreciate your confidence, Mrs. Greer," Ginny said in her soft 
insinuating voice. "And I hope Mr. Greer will be willing to let me try." 
Ginny kept her eyes on Clint Greer's hostile back in the expensive 
gray-green suit, her heart thudding and her head beating out an insistent 
prayer that she hoped would influence him. She had to get this assignment! 
The grapevine was pretty reliable and there was a vacancy coming up. 
Everyone knew that the assistant feature's editor job was up for grabs. With 
one really important assignment like this, handled well, she'd have a chance 
for it... a good chance. 

Larry looked at Ginny sitting there so intensely, willing the "old man" to 
go for it. She was so beautiful she didn't look real ... the same almost 
unreal beauty of Elizabeth Taylor before she got too plump. Christ! What was 
the matter with Natalie Greer that she couldn't foresee the troubles they'd 
have with a girl who looked like that covering the first annual Swingers' 
Convention. What the hell was he supposed to do? Sleep outside her door with 
a carbine? Larry imagined himself battling hordes of wife-weary men trying 
to get at Ginny Blake. And as for pretending to be married to her so she 
could cover the story and let him get the photographs without anyone being 
the wiser ... Jesus! No one would believe that he, Larry Eisenberg, was 
married to that goddamned goddess. 

Larry knew only too well what he looked like. He became even more painfully 
aware of it when sitting next to Ginny. Medium height... maybe an inch or 
two taller than she was ... light brown curly hair that had a tendency to 
bush out when he was excited, light brown eyes and a big high-domed 
forehead, a cynical defensive curl to his full lips, great big feet and long 
well-boned sensitive hands ... a thin wiry body that tended to slump because 
he did just that so much, using his camera ... hunching this way and that 
for shots. 

Willing to let her try. Clint was willing to let her try a lot of things. 
Suddenly he saw a way. Try. Yes, she was going to have to try for it. A 
try-out, you might say. He turned back to the room, his ruddy big-nosed, 
handsome face bland and almost smiling. 

"No organization can go forward unless it's willing to take some risks. 
Certainly the Clarion has always taken its share." 

Natalie was already at the door. She had work to do and it would only make 
things worse later if she hung around for Clint's capitulation. She took one 
last look at her huge smiling husband, pouring out the charm and recovering 
his poise. Larry was hunching up to leave too. Poor guy looked miserable. 
She closed the door swiftly and made her way down the hall to her own office 
wondering if she was ever going to learn how to cope with a husband and a 
paper. 

Larry descended gratefully to the chaotic depths of the building. He sank 
back wearily at his desk and lit a cigarette. His phone rang insistently and 
he let it ring. Five times. He counted them as he smoked lazily. Six. Seven. 
The noise seemed to make the ugly black instrument twitch at each brrinnggg. 
Shit. 

"Yeah." 

"Where the hell are my Sunday fashion-page pics?" You had to say one thing 
for Vera Valentine. She was nothing if not direct. 

"At the bottom of a deep dark hole." 

"Fuck you too, buster. I've got to have them! Now! Deep dark hole. What kind 
of shit is that?" 

"Still in the camera. Keep your goddamned shirt on or you might expose two 
very obvious defects. The pics will be out this afternoon." Larry slammed 
down the receiver before she could do more than splutter. 

He should have been elated. He got to spend three days in a posh hotel with 
Ginny Blake for company, with the tab all on the Clarion. Why had he kept 
pushing to get her off the assignment? Any damn guy in the building would 
have jumped at it. Well, for thirty-two years Larry Eisenberg had been a 
perverse son of a bitch. There was no denying that. He stubbed out his 
cigarette violently. He knew damn well that wasn't it ... at least not all 
of it. Maybe it was the same thing that kept him glued to this rat race when 
he knew he wanted to learn to do something important with a camera. He 
wanted to make statements ... big statements and little ones about human 
beings ... about mankind ... about the world. And deep down inside Larry 
Eisenberg knew he was afraid. Scared spit-less! 

Even as he talked, Clint had seen Natalie leave and then Larry sneak out. 
That bitch always left him hanging out... and as for Larry, well, he was 
worried about little Miss Blue Eyes here. But Little Miss Blue Eyes had said 
in every way in the world that she was capable of taking care of herself ... 
that she'd do anything to further her career ... that she could do anything 
a man could do and maybe better. She was going to get her try. Right now. 

Ginny watched Clint Greer walk behind her, still talking, and heard him do 
something with the door. Seeing that Larry had closed it, she guessed. The 
carpet muffled his footsteps and she didn't realize he'd crossed the room 
again until she felt his hands on her shoulders. 

"You're going to get your chance, my dear." His hands, big and faintly 
freckled, squeezed her, then trailed away as he came around to lean on the 
big desk right in front of her. There was something almost palpable in the 
air. Clint Greer exuded such magnetism and charm that it was almost as 
though the atmosphere was full of electricity. 

"I don't think you realize what's in store for you. These people are wife 
swappers. They exchange partners ... sexual partners. Two couples simply 
trade mates and have intercourse." His rich, brown velvet eyes with the 
shaggy, sandy red eyebrows burrowed into her and Ginny felt a warning signal 
go off in her head. 

"Yes, I know that, Mr. Greer ... but I've covered murders and heaven knows 
what." 

"But covering a murder does not require you to become a murderess," he said 
slowly .. . letting each word sink in. 

Ginny's blue eyes widened as she realized the full import of what he meant. 
"But . . . there's no reason Larry and I can't fake that sort of thing ... 
and disappear. I mean surely you don't expect-" 

"I don't expect anything," Clint said sharply. "But I don't think you'll be 
able to fake anything and get the story ... and if the conventioneers find 
out why you're there ... as a reporter... you won't get any story at all." 

"I know it won't be easy ... but I still want to try," Ginny said as calmly 
as she could. He was giving her the creeps. An involuntary shudder ran up 
her arms. 

"Very well." Clint was looking her over frankly, mentally seeing the full 
ripeness of those breasts tumbling out naked and voluptuous. Her long thighs 
were still crossed and they were outlined by the clinging blue knit fabric 
that ended just above the knee, their shape and proportion and angle making 
a small V at the bottom of her lap that drew his eyes like a magnet. Yes, he 
was more than willing to let Ginny Blake try. 

Ginny stood up to edge away and cut. The Great God Greer was making her 
uneasy and uncertain by his insinuations and efforts to throw her off 
balance. Mrs. Greer had made him give in but she had the terrible feeling 
that she, Ginny Blake, was going to reap the consequences. 

"Thank you, Mr. Greer. I do appreciate the opportunity-" Her words were cut 
short, for Greer grabbed her and crushed her against his enormous body with 
the swiftness of a bird of prey. Ginny found her mouth caught by his in a 
fierce kiss, his iron arms completely surrounding her and pressing her into 
the length of his maleness. She was so surprised that for a moment she 
wasn't quite sure what really had happened but she could feel the bruising 
demanding lips and hot breath. The expensive tobacco and wool smell of his 
clothes hit her nostrils. The warm, hard muscular domination of his arms and 
hands circled her rib cage and buttocks ... and the unmistakable rigid bulge 
of his manhood under the trousers pressed insistently against her belly. Did 
he truly think she was some naive little chit who'd be willing to pay for 
job opportunity? She pushed hard against his chest with doubled fists, her 
briefcase falling to the floor unheeded. 

Clint held her easily, hardly exerting himself. Despite her height and she 
must be at least five seven or eight, taller now in her navy lizard pumps, 
she was very slender and felt small and defenseless against his strength, 
her little bones cushioned in peach-firm flesh. The big luscious breasts 
were mashed hard against his chest and he knew his vest buttons must be 
cutting into her. So she didn't much like paying the price. Well, they all 
decided that when things got right down to the pay-off. Clint shoved his 
tongue brutally into her mouth, forcing it past her teeth, and clutched her 
even closer, one ripe little ass cheek in his big hand. She was a wild 
thing, trying to claw his face now. He ignored it and concentrated on the 
feel of this delectable creature, already imagining undressing her. He liked 
wild things. Taming them made him master of himself again. 

Ginny struggled hard, panting through her nose in tortured breaths, but her 
beating fists and clawing fingernails didn't seem to affect him at all. This 
huge monster went right on kissing her ... French kissing her with his 
tongue exploring every soft little ridge of her mouth and his hot hand 
covering and clenching her bottom. She could even feel that damn thing of 
his beating against her soft belly. 

With a superhuman effort born of necessity, Ginny wrenched her mouth away 
and gasped, "Stop ... it... no ... I won't..." only to have his huge paw 
catch the back of her head and force her straining mouth back to his. She 
felt his strong fingers push through her twisted-up hair and the pins begin 
to fall noiselessly onto the carpet. 

This little Irish filly had to learn. Clint Greer gave the signals. When he 
was ready to let her go, he would, and not until. Clint tongue-fucked her 
mercilessly, his fingers tearing out the pins in her hair all the while his 
steel-hard thigh forced between her legs and he could feel the pubic arch 
beneath her clothes. She was whining now deep in her throat and straining in 
his arms as though they were a hated cage. Clint grabbed her flailing arms 
and pinned them with one of his behind her back, his thigh shoving up even 
harder into her pubic area, which freed one of his huge hands to close over 
her heaving breast. 

Ginny was trembling now with rage, frustration, and naked fear. This brute 
was so strong and he was so determined that panic began to gnaw at her 
insides. How was she ever going to get out of this one? Even her legs were 
pinned with his hard thigh thrust obscenely between her own and it was 
arching up against her pubis. She could feel her hair flowing down over her 
shoulders to the middle of her back but that brutal hand still held her 
skull as though it were a baseball in the palm of a huge catcher's mitt. 
He'd looked so gentlemanly, she thought hysterically, in his expensive suit 
and vest and handmade English brogues. Clothes make the man, and she laughed 
hollowly in her own head. 

The feel of Ginny's heaving, fluttering breasts in Clint's hands sent the 
blood coursing up into his already rigid steel shaft in ever-increasing 
tides. He could feel its length bundled into his shorts painfully and mashed 
against the yielding softness of her belly. Hefting the erotic weight of her 
breast in his palm, he marveled at its perfect ripeness and globular 
curvature. Real breasts, not like Natalie's small hard little pears that 
felt green and undeveloped, as though the sun had never warmed them enough 
for them to swell to full ripeness." But Ginny's ... those rounded mounds of 
Venus were a real woman's breasts made to succor a man ... and soon they'd 
be in his mouth. 

The hot male hand caressing, holding, and weighing her breasts sent an 
unwanted lassitude like a drift of sun through an angry cloud wavering 
through Ginny's unwilling body. Oh God. How had she let herself be trapped? 
She'd had bosses who tried to make her before, but she'd always managed to 
feel it coming and sidestep them or laugh them out of it. But there'd only 
been the tiniest of warnings just before he grabbed her. Maybe Joe had been 
right about her, after all. Ambition would destroy her in the end. But he'd 
been so lazy and so irresponsible and so unstable. She'd felt more than 
justified in divorcing him after one miserable year of teenage marriage and 
at eighteen she had not really felt like a divorcee ... but a young girl on 
her way who'd only been temporarily side-tracked. Now at twenty-six, she was 
on her way or had been, until now. 

Sensing the change in mood, the basic attitude relenting as well as the 
struggling and straining, Clint let his mouth slide at last away from 
Ginny's bruised mouth down her cheek to her white column of throat. His hand 
insinuated inside the V neckline to feel the satin skin of her and his 
fingers snaked across one soft round shoulder inside her knit dress and then 
poked down inside the edge of her bra toward the rounded hillock of her 
breast, while his mouth nibbled gently along her throat and ear and jaw. 
"Such ... a beautiful ... thing." Clint muttered against the silken warmness 
of her skin. 

"Nooo-o-o-o-o!" Ginny breathed as she felt his fingers reach the soft goal 
of her nipple which hardened instantly to erect attention. A jolt of 
electrical thrill ricocheted through her body as he pinched the sensitive 
bud to a quivering desire-tensed hard little tip. An equally traitorous 
tensing had started between her legs, a drawing inward of taut strings that 
seemed to pull up through her whole torso in some intricate connection to 
the base of her skull. At least he wasn't holding her an abject prisoner as 
he had been. There was a chance ... a bare chance that she might get away if 
she fooled him into thinking she was going to give in. Oh, how could she 
have been such a fool? Such a blind ambitious fool. 

When he brought both hands around to fondle her breasts and fumble at the 
catch of her lace bra, his hot mouth probing her inner ear like a small 
voracious penis, Ginny forced herself, despite her responding body's 
protests, to throw her arms up and push hard and turn to run desperately 
toward the door. 

"Goddamn!" she heard him roar just as her hand closed over the huge brass 
knob. He caught her by the arms, his steel hands like iron bands. Greer 
jerked her around brutally. "The door's locked." 

A sudden fury shook her and a red haze of rage before her eyes made him look 
like a raving maniac. "I am not any little office slut who's going to pay 
you, Mr. Greer! Let me go," she panted as he shook her. "I'll scream." Tears 
of rage began pouring down her face. 

"Who'd listen?" Clint snarled. "And if they did ... I'd only insist you were 
pulling the old rape trick. Who's going to believe you against me, you 
stupid little bitch!" 

"Please ... please..." she begged, the helplessness closing in on her again. 
She knew the moment he said it that he was right. He had only to say that 
she started tearing her clothes off and stood there screaming rape in order 
to humiliate an important man. Without a doubt he'd be believed. The great 
publisher and philanthropist would never be accused of what he was doing. 
She was only a reporter and a new one with only five months on the Clarion. 

"And if you have any ideas about exposing me with another paper, forget it. 
I'll have you blackballed with every paper in the country!" His hands bit 
into her arms cruelly, the contorted face above her spitting out his anger 
on her. It couldn't be happening, but it was! She was going to be raped 
right here and now and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd always 
laughed at the extreme women's lib groups who screamed, "male chauvinist 
pig," but now she knew what they were talking about. Why had she even asked 
for this assignment? She might never have really come to Greer's attention 
if she'd done her job and stayed out of his way. But how could she have 
predicted this insane reaction? 

The anger and terror on Ginny's face only made her more beautiful than ever. 
Her black hair streamed in silky wealth down over her shoulders. The blue 
eyes were wet and her abject tear-stained face more white than before. The 
blue knit dress had come unbuttoned so that the V had widened and deepened, 
showing the white lace bra and the creamy mounds foaming over the top. Clint 
felt the galvanized steel of his prick jerk convulsively in his pants. 

"Now you listen to me!" He twisted her arms behind her, held them in a 
bruising grip, then ran his other hand up the back of her head to catch a 
handful of shining black waving hair, thus tilting her face up to him. 

"You wanted this assignment worse than anything in the world. I don't think 
you can handle it. You'll be expected to perform sexually. Now Tm willing to 
let you try . . . right now. Try out for it ... with me. If you do well, 
you'll get the assignment ... and the assistant feature's editor desk, which 
is what you're after." 

Ginny stared in disbelief and horror as she was held completely captive, her 
face turned up to his snarling one, his brutal hands punctuating the words 
by tightening in her hair and around her pinned and twisted back arms. Her 
brain was still refusing to believe that she was here ... a dream, it 
insisted ... a nightmare . .. you'll wake in relief in a minute. But her 
body, bruised, humiliated, and even strangely excited, knew too well that it 
was real. The pain in scalp and arms was real. The shuddering sobs rising in 
wounding waves from her chest were real. 

Even as she tried to believe it was a dream some hidden part of her mind was 
functioning and telling her that this was her chance... that she'd been 
married ... that women had intercourse all the time against their will. She 
wouldn't die. She'd get the assignment . .. the promotion .. . everything 
she wanted and needed . .. that she wouldn't be giving up that much except 
an exaggerated sense of pride. 

"Now get your clothes off!" Clint flung her away from him. Ginny stumbled 
and almost fell, but caught herself with a hand on the back of a chair. She 
was sobbing and panting, struggling for breath, but she clung to the chair 
back, fighting for control. By God, that was better. He'd been humiliated 
enough for one day by Natalie. There were some things he still controlled 
around here and this was sure as hell one of them! Natalie knew damn well he 
didn't approve of women on the paper, anyway. They didn't belong here. They 
were too distracting and too meddling and too damned emotional. This was the 
first time he'd ever broken his own rule about not fooling with women from 
the office. But goddamn it, Natalie had insisted on this one. Besides Clint 
hadn't had a good fuck in almost two weeks . . . not since the fancy call 
girl on Wilshire. He took off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his 
vest. "I said .. . get them off!" 

Ginny's hands fluttered up to her gaping dress and found the last three 
buttons that closed it over her waist and hips. It was as though she were 
blinded by the tears and the dress an unfamiliar one. Her hands shook as she 
fumbled and struggled with the buttons. She wished dimly that Larry hadn't 
left . . . that he was here to keep her from this monster. Even though Larry 
had never given her anything but the uncivil time of day in his cynical way, 
talking to her as though she were another old newspaper man, somehow he 
looked like a protector now. His language was atrocious and explicit and 
he'd never softened it when she was around but she'd always felt that was 
Larry's way of accepting her as an equal, a professional. At least he'd 
never made the slightest pass at her or touched her. And the Great God Greer 
was about to rape her as casually as he'd light a cigarette. 

Stripping swiftly, Clint walked over to his desk. He threw all his clothes 
in one of the red leather chairs and sat down behind his desk to watch 
Ginny. His penis was jutting up like a rock phallus, he noted with 
satisfaction. The executive stroked it fondly as he watched the show. It 
jerked appreciatively as though separately alive and unconnected with him 
... as though it had a life of its own. 

Ginny was reluctantly pulling the blue knit dress off her smooth white 
shoulders when she turned slightly to free one arm at a time and saw Greer 
sitting there like a giant erotic painting. He was completely naked, seated 
back of his polished desk in the high-backed chair. The ruddy skin of his 
face was bleached where it reached his collarbone and was fair through the 
tangled mat of curling red hair that covered his huge muscular chest. The 
arms were enormous bulging logs, the muscles standing out in pregnant 
swells, the forearms again covered with reddish hairs. She caught her breath 
as her eyes traveled down the great bellows of his chest to the hard flat 
belly that was bisected by the most unrealistic, massive gigantic penis. It 
stood up like a peeled pole, clearly visible behind the desk that hid his 
legs except for the very upper thighs. He was stroking that giant prong 
tenderly, his brown eyes hooded in the shadow of protruding shaggy brows, as 
he watched her intently, the prey that had inadvertently stumbled into his 
lair. 

Ginny stood as if caught by a still photograph in the act of undressing, 
poised and startled like a wild mare with a rippling halo of black mane that 
tumbled over her white shoulders, the black bangs over the frightened, blue 
eyes were almost a forelock. One round white shoulder was bared. Her huge 
breasts swelled in the inadequate restraint of the small white lace bra. Her 
skin was just as white and creamy over her little bowl of belly, firm and 
flat and dimpled by the indentation of her navel. Remembering her silken 
legs, Clint wondered what held them up, for in this pose she looked as 
though she might have been wearing no panties or garter belt at all. 

"Get on with it!" he ordered, though he was in no rush at all, for his eyes 
were feasting as they hadn't for a very long time. Slowly, she freed the 
other shoulder and then both slender, rounded milky arms and the blue knit 
clung like a drapery around her curved white hips. Clint could see that she 
was still trembling visibly and she stood for a moment watching him with her 
fascinated, unbelieving, yet still frightened eyes as he deliberately peeled 
the foreskin down on his demanding prick. Her eyes widened even further. 
She'd never seen anything to equal the size of his, he thought with 
satisfaction and was not likely to at the Swingers' Convention, either. 

That enormous penis with its blind eye held Ginny's eyes as though it were a 
snake that had cast a spell over her. Its sinister size and naked need, 
thrusting up obscenely to the light like a serpent, held her as it stuck up 
from the reddish pubic-haired basket of Clint's lap. It would be rape, she 
thought wildly. No woman could ever willingly take that thing inside her, 
for she'd be cut into, speared, stabbed, and left bleeding and wounded. 
Ginny trembled more violently at the thought of being skewered by the 
fierce, merciless weapon. All vestige of the gentleman had been stripped 
away from Clint Greer with his clothes and she saw now a naked, primitive 
giant savage with only a prehistoric, pre-civilized, instinctual need that 
must be satisfied regardless of cost or damage. Some deep inner knowledge 
recognized and knew and answered and her dress slid down her hips to curl in 
a coil of blue-dyed wool around her feet. 

She stood in two wisps of white lace that were scarcely whiter than her 
skin, except that they were cold white and her body was a white warmed by 
blood coursing beneath its silken surface. The bra was hinged in the middle 
like an opened clam shell that barely contained the heavy-meated globes of 
her breasts. The bikini was only a strip of white lace with bluish nylons 
attached encasing her long perfectly formed thighs and knees and calves. 

Clint felt his belly constrict and his eager rod jumped excitedly in his 
hand. He couldn't remember ever seeing anything so luscious as the 
almost-naked beauty of Ginny Blake and it was only this morning that he'd 
been even dimly aware of her existence. Right now he felt like thanking 
Natalie ....which he wouldn't. His breath was coming in pants and stops and 
starts as he watched the revelations. 

Next came the top. Clint sat very still, his hand even stopping its stroking 
motions as he watched Ginny's shaking hand reach up to the hinge between her 
swelling breasts. A little fumbling and the white lace cups were slowly 
peeled aside to reveal the heavy white breasts tipped with roses like single 
blossoms on each white mountain. They were even more beautiful than he could 
have imagined, for the bra had been only an adornment that did nothing to 
support their immense weight. Those breasts hadn't sagged a millimeter when 
Ginny pulled the bra away. The lace wisps dangled by their straps and as her 
arms fell, the useless garment slid off her hands and joined the blue knit. 

A strange thing was happening inside Ginny, for she was suddenly getting a 
perverse enjoyment from seeing Clint Greer watch her nakedness increase. The 
magnetic, hypnotic effect of the man was somehow working on her, easing her 
terror and fright to a weird tingle of anticipation, a curiosity, an 
ambition to see what would happen next. She could feel his eyes nuzzling and 
mouthing and sucking her nipples and those eyes were almost as tangible as 
his huge hand had been before on her breasts. Oh God. What was happening to 
her? Had she been too long a single girl with no man of her own that 
suddenly the prospect of a man wanting her set her crazy and unbalanced? 

In the eight years since the divorce from Joe she'd never looked back, for 
she'd heard too well "time's winged chariot" as she rushed through her 
degree and getting the experience that she needed. 

There'd been no time for men. Joe had soured her anyway and she'd told 
herself there'd be plenty of time later .. . when she could afford the time. 
A few furtive scattered experiences, but so few and so meaningless. Her 
hours had been too full of getting ... of making it on her own and it had 
been enough. 

Clint's eyes were laving her body gluttonously, every sinuous, impossible 
curve of it .. . the slenderness, the whiteness, the smoothness. His hands 
gripped the arms of his chair, for Ginny stood in only the strip of white 
lace across her mons pubis with the bluish stockings encasing her long 
beautiful legs. Her fingertips eased down her silky sides and slipped inside 
the lace bikini edge as she stepped out of the lizard pumps. The vindication 
was his! Whatever Natalie had done to him today was worth this vindication! 
Ginny was peeling the lace strip slowly down and the attached hose and the 
curly black and silken triangle came into view. The sacred triangle that 
contained deep within its portals the secrets, the messages . .. the end of 
being. 

Ginny stripped the thin nylon down her legs till the white lace-topped 
bikini pantyhose lay around her ankles and she toed them off her feet. The 
trembling and the quaking inside had stopped now and a resignation had taken 
over. What had seemed an unreasonable and unlikely way to get a chance for a 
promotion, a degrading and unfair way, she now began to accept, since there 
was nothing else to do. Clint Greer had blocked her every avenue of escape. 
He'd outmaneuvered her and there was a grudging respect for that, even if 
she couldn't admire his methods. But somehow, with every increasing inch of 
exposed nakedness, his mastery seemed to wane and Ginny felt stronger and 
more sure of herself. He was clearly mesmerized by her white body. Ginny 
felt almost calm as she stood before him, clad only in the wealth of 
lustrous waving black hair falling down her back and the curled black fleece 
between her legs. 

Again he started at her head and inventoried the incredible delights of this 
beautiful girl whose perfection of face and body was unreal, a fiction, an 
image. Round where a woman should be round, slender where slenderness was 
needed. He sat for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers, but his 
peripheral vision was seeing all of her as she stood, one knee bent slightly 
so that her pubic hair formed a base for those long, firmly rounded legs and 
a support for the flat smooth plane of her white belly. The carved hips 
swayed into a narrow waist and a fragile rib cage that looked incapable of 
supporting the great weight of those large meloned breasts that rose like 
twin suns, beaming their points of pink light. Ginny's lips were slightly 
parted, the lipstick gone, dissolved somewhere between their mouths earlier, 
but a natural ripe color had taken its place. 

Some about his gluttonous eyes had changed suddenly and Ginny felt a clutch 
of fear in her diaphragm again. Clint was looking at her as though she were 
a piece of merchandise, a hunk of meat, and his greedy eyes were assessing 
her value to him. His huge penile member looked more menacing than ever. She 
shuddered and closed her eyes, her arms coming up to cross and shelter her 
breasts. 

"Please .. . please . . ." she whispered. "Please don't make me do this." 

"Come here," he commanded, the lust in his guttural bark tinged with venom. 

Ginny opened her eyes reluctantly and stared, somehow frozen to the spot of 
carpet where she stood, her toes sunk in the thick richness. "I ... I don't 
want the assignment now," she whispered fearfully. "Please . . . please, 
just let me go." 

Suddenly all the humiliations, a thousand and more came back to dig at 
Clint's gut . . . the biggest one of all was marrying the money that was 
Natalie and the power of a newspaper empire only to find she was a tougher 
adversary than any man with a sharper intellect and a rigid control that he 
had not been able to wrest from her. He jumped up and around the desk to 
jerk Ginny by the arm. 

"You don't want the assignment now!" he roared sarcastically. "Like hell you 
don't, you lying bitch! Don't pull that shit on me ... I know everything 
about you! I know what makes you tick!" He jerked her around the desk to 
stand before the murky window. He pushed her before him until all she could 
see was the frenzied miniature people below. He held her almost pressed into 
the glass. 

"That's what you want . . . that down below there! You want this chair, the 
office, this power over the goddamn creeps down there!" He was screaming now 
past her ear, his eyes glued on the hurrying hordes. Ginny could feel the 
terrible weapon, the steel flesh weapon of his penis pressed into her spine 
and it was a knife, a hot murderous knife. The rage he was venting was even 
more terrible and she was limp with its fierceness, a blessed vagueness 
settling over her numbing brain. Even as he raved she felt his hands begin 
to slide up her hips, molding her absentmindedly till they closed on her 
breasts in two ferocious traps. Ginny shook and tried to blank her mind 
completely. 

"You want the catbird seat, you bitch! Well, you can have it for a little 
while. I relinquish it. Here!" Clint backed into the high-backed chair and 
turned her brutally to face him. One hand came out and spread her legs 
apart. He was panting in great torturous breaths as he looked, a rutting 
beast, at her shrinking body lewdly opened at the thighs. 

Ginny felt him lift her then, his great strong hands digging into her flesh 
and he hammered her in one mighty thrust onto the vicious spike of his 
upstanding prick. The pain seared through her, tearing at her very vitals in 
one excruciating ripping agony. 

She screamed as though she had been mortally speared and her only hope was a 
mercifully quick end. A blinding, searing, burning auger was cutting her 
flesh, pushing her very organs too high in the screaming, paining, bleeding 
vessel that was her tortured body. Nothing in her whole life had prepared 
her for this raging maniac who used her so brutally and degraded her so 
pitilessly . . . and her body, so unused to any invader, was wounded beyond 
repair by the giant's prod that skewered her with a size far too great for 
her little hollow. 

Clint felt his hot pole cut into her tender, resisting flesh and it was the 
tightest, most clinging, clasping hole he'd ever been in! His cock jerked 
gratefully deep in her close white body and tried to burrow even deeper 
though the whole shaft was covered with her resisting flesh that clenched 
his rod right up to the hilt, her black pubic hair tangling with his red. 
Jesus! She was the smallest, tightest, closest little box he could remember! 
A deep grunt came from deep in his chest as he pulled her jackknifed knees 
down through, under the chair arms so her thighs and legs could dangle and 
her buttocks ride more comfortably on his hard thighs. 

She was moaning incoherently, her hands clutching his huge shoulders, trying 
vainly to ease herself off his brutally wounding cock. He crushed her 
against his heaving chest, the coarse chest hairs rasping the tender white 
flesh of her mashed breasts, his arms holding the slender trunk of her 
quaking body and his mouth captured her whining lips. His tongue fucked 
straight into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, echoing the thrust of his 
deeply imbedded prick sunk so far up in her tight cunt. 

Ginny squirmed and gasped, completely impaled on both Clint's enormous, 
pulsing penis and the stabbing tongue in her throat. The pain was like a 
sheet of red agony that covered her, filmed her. Every cell cried for relief 
and she knew there was none. She was caught, pinned, as defenseless as a 
fluttering moth against a cruel pin ... her whole self at Clint's mercy and 
he had none. 

Even as she tried to get enough breath in her laboring lungs with the sobs 
bubbling up in great wracking, stifled moans and the tears creeping 
helplessly from beneath her tangled lashes, she knew it was hopeless. She 
must somehow live through the inhuman agony, this torture of hell 

... she must somehow survive. His hands were all over her and they were 
burning brands that seared her white flesh. She imagined the red prints they 
must be leaving. 

She was still whining and sobbing terribly around his fucking tongue that 
shot lizard-like in and out of her pink tender mouth but, oh God, it was so 
good as Clint lurched his cock ever deeper up into the heaven of her 
tight-walled pussy that sheathed him like a grasping glove. He hadn't 
prepared her for the lustful lunge straight up into her only partially damp 
slit and she sounded hurt and in pain but goddamn her to hell anyway! 
Pulling that "I don't want the assignment now" shit! He knew women too well. 
They only pulled that kind of rot when they thought it would throw you off 
guard .. . when it would gain them an advantage. She wanted the catbird seat 
and she goddamn well had it now! See how she liked it! 

He tore his mouth away and caught her rounded white ass in his palms to lift 
her up and up until only the mushrooming head of his pulsating cock was 
still buried inside her narrow channel. His head down now so he could see 
the red pubic hair and his glistening, fluid-bathed prick as it inched 
almost completely out, he carefully eased her body down, down, down over his 
lusting, thrusting, poker-hot pole until all of it was sunk again deep into 
the secret recess of her body. The black hairs of her box became twined 
again with his own red ones. 

"Oh-h-h-h-h," she breathed on the intake of a sob. It was only a 
verbalization of the incredible sensuality of his cock slowly being devoured 
by Ginny's black-haired cunt that gobbled him bit by bit and he let her 
slide back on again. Christ! Her stingy little pussy bit the whole length of 
his bulging, braising rod with little muscular fingers that kneaded and bit 
every inch available until she had taken all of it into her greedy small 
vagina and a moan of ecstasy tore out his own throat. 

Ginny felt Clint's bruising hands leave her buttocks and close around her 
again as his mouth found her breast, closed over it hungrily and began to 
suckle voraciously. The drawing of his mouth sent jagged streaks of 
electrical rapture racing through her loins and she felt her passage close 
even tighter in a convulsion around his great, ramrod cock buried so deeply 
into ravaged flesh. The terrible sword of pain that stabbed her was striped 
now with faint streaks of pleasure ... a lessened agony, after all. His arms 
were hard and huge and demanding and she could feel the hot blood in the 
raised veins under the thin surface ... all the while his mouth was drawing 
the very marrow from her bones in a draining that left her weak and limp. 

"Ahhhhh," she moaned, her arms circling his huge hard shoulders and her 
hands finding his crisp red hair and she drew his great head against her 
starving breast. Clint's tongue was circling and slicking her rigid nipple, 
whirling its sensitive surface and bathing it in hot saliva. He had tapped 
the wellspring and great honeyed drops were falling from that tensed and 
turgid tip into his ferocious mouth. This brutish maniac had found the key 
that was easing the terrible pain he had inflicted and he was somehow 
healing more than he'd wrecked for Ginny could feel her own secret-protected 
organs begin a sluicing, seeping lubrication around the hard merciless shaft 
that pierced and filled her so completely. 

Clint reluctantly moved his mouth and began licking wet paths of sensation 
across the great white mountainous terrain of both her twin peaks. He blazed 
trails with his adventuring tongue, leaving tongue-wide swaths of saliva 
until he had covered the whole glorious gorged mounds and he pulled back 
briefly to view the quivering wet globes that shook at his every touch. 
Christ! She was moaning still but the moans were turning to mewls that 
translated to pleas for more of his expert mouth and he could feel the dark 
wet walls of her vagina begin to milk and clasp and hold even harder around 
his blustering, swollen, aching cock. Ginny's lubrications were draining 
down and greasing his rod and it rode a little easier as he lunged upward 
with his pelvis. More cries spilled from her lips as though she'd been 
directly prodded with an electric probe. Jesus! His instincts had been 
right. She was going to be the hottest little piece yet! Despite her almost 
ethereal and unreal beauty, she was showing him now with every quiver that 
she could respond with all the passion of a real woman. 

Ginny's skin was tingling as though a charge, a ball of lightning was 
playing in blue-flamed waves all over her body. What pain was left was 
rapidly transforming into the nebulous region where pain and pleasure are so 
commingled that they cannot be separated, for one is part and parcel of the 
other and their union is inseparable. Her brain was docile and numbing and 
she did not care why she had come or what terrible payment she was making or 
what would happen after. This moment was what was real and right and she 
could live a lifetime in this seat of the unrighteous, in the arms of this 
brutal man who was bringing her the great sword of rapture that pierced into 
her very aching, yearning depths. She held it to her and clutched and 
smothered it in muscular hugs with the clasping walls of her enveloping 
flesh and great ragged groans were rising from his deep chest that was so 
hard and hot and male. 

"That's it! Seat it down to me, baby. Shove it on me! Goddamn!" Clint panted 
out and his hands covered the white mountains and felt their quivering 
weight, the nipples blood red now and hard as nubbins in his palms. His face 
nuzzled against the fluttering, throbbing pulse in her long white throat and 
his lips found its blood beat and kissed its hot throb. His balls were 
flaming, gorged, swollen rocks that were filling with the lava of his 
lusting desire and his beating cock was ramming the very gates of heaven and 
they were opening a promised land before him. 

Ginny hated his lewd words that urged her on and wanted to suddenly tear 
herself from this terrible man, but her own traitorous body had joined his 
league and was writhing and gliding and rubbing against his hot pied-piper 
skin that called and entranced her. She tried to remember ever feeling as 
she felt now and she could not. .. there was no precedent. Joe seemed a 
fumbling, dirty little boy in retrospect and the few other college boys had 
been only meaningless exercises, furtive, unsure, and callow. 

The emanations that radiated from Clint's enormous, powerful body had 
wrapped Ginny in their magnetic field and she was helpless against them. 

His hot mouth was kissing up and down her thin-skinned throat and 
fertilizing the very flesh with the heat and passion that flowed from him. 
Her whole body felt a flowering and an opening as though an unknown sun 
warmed her fallow, sleeping body. 

There was no turning now ... no going back. The conference, her job, her 
ambitions, her plans seemed very far away and utterly unimportant and 
useless. Only this ... this ecstasy, this seat of all power and beauty 
existed and she sat on it like a queen. 

Cupping those great breasts like chalices, Clint drank the ambrosia from 
their ruby tips and let the heady nectar flow goldenly down his greedy 
gullet as his hands molded the hot flesh that flamed under his hands. His 
powerful hands gripped the rounded silken white hips and he could almost 
feel between his hands the lunging of his heedless cock, sinking up between 
the quivering flesh-covered pelvis in his palms. Still sucking on one nipple 
that fed him, he pounded upward into the nirvana of responding muscle, 
hollow and hot and heavenly. Fiery streaks of sensation burning from the 
head of his pulsating prick as he battered the soft receptive cervix and he 
ground the hot hips down over the huge, blundering, mindless, responding 
blunt-ended shaft. Clint was reaching out of sight but sure of the 
Shangri-La that waited him. 

"Yessssss!" Ginny screamed shrilly, hissing the word that had no meaning for 
her now other than an unreasoning affirmation as she felt Clint's teeth sink 
painfully into her right nipple and the sparks ignite and shower sprays of 
shooting needles of sheer bliss sky rocketing through her veins like stars 
in a night sky. Ginny could feel their searing pinpoints hit and sizzle in 
her dark blood as fire hit wet and sputtered, the sparks reproducing and 
fragmenting into a million shivering splinters of light. 

Screams and moans spewed from her whimpering mouth as she heated on his 
great divining rod that drove upward into her with increasing force. Ginny 
shook and her head flung back, her throat making a long-curved stem and her 
black hair a black waterfall flowing backward from her face, beautiful even 
in the contortions of rapture that twisted her whole body into convolutions 
of sensual ecstasy. 

"This is all there is, baby .. . fuck ... fucking .. . just you and me . . . 
fuck!" Clint grunted out in the building agony that was bliss and he was 
lifting and pounding Ginny up and down with every powerful thrust of his 
hips. Christ! He could shoot off anytime, but he wanted to hold that dike 
intact as long as possible, for this was the best sheer fucking he'd had in 
ages and he wanted it to go on and on and on. Three hours from now he'd like 
to be doing just this, fucking in and out of her tight black-fringed hole 
and clutching her white breasts and kissing and chewing and sucking 
voraciously on this long-stemmed luscious creature. Goddamn! Ginny Blake had 
to be the hottest piece of tail in all of Los Angeles County. 

"Oh-h-h-h-h-hhhhhhhhhh....Gooooddddddd ... pllllleeeeeeaaassseeeeee . . . 
ahhhhhhhhh!" Ginny's head was thrashing and throwing from side to side and 
her throat arching and the unintelligible words were moaning out her mouth 
in incoherent sounds, the trance of pleasure over her like a spell. 

Tell it ... tell me ... about it, baby ... tell Clint how you want it ... 
say it!" he urged, sliding a little forward in the big chair and wrapping 
her long lovely white legs around his waist so that her whole dripping, 
black-edged cunt was open to his hammering cock. He could see the swollen 
pink lips of flesh encasing and devouring his long, thickened, 
blood-hardened blade and the slick, syrup-covered flesh pulled out a little 
with his retreat and sank inside with a slurping sound as he pushed forward 
into the hot tight depths. 

"I want to hear it ... want to hear you . .. say it!" Clint clutched her 
smooth white hips in his bruising hands and pounded up and down his thick 
pistoning rod and his words came out in guttural laboring grunts. Ginny's 
legs were clenching convulsively around his waist in time with the violent 
lunges, her arms wrapped around Clint's big lust-contorted face and head. 
Her fingernails digging into his broad muscular shoulders, Ginny was 
blubbering and moaning and reaching for the pinnacle that was tantalizingly 
just beyond her grasp. 

The smells of their mutual lubrications pervaded Ginny's nostrils and 
assailed her sensitive nose. They were a perfume of debauchery that hung in 
the air. She heard his words but it took a moment for them to register and 
become intelligible to her. 

"Sayyyy ... whatt ... what..." It was hard to say anything with the fierce, 
pumping, bouncing ride on Clint's rampaging cock that was increasing its 
speed and momentum with every beat of her heart. A more wild ride than this 
she could never have imagined. A ride to somewhere that only her needing, 
striving body could understand. It led on and on and on down the bumpy road 
that shook her very guts and churned her organs and she wished it would 
never stop! 

"FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK! FUCK! FUCK!" Clint screamed and his arms crushed her 
around him like a white boa constrictor, as close as sin. Ginny thought he 
would break her ribs, her hip bones, her thighs . . . and all the while her 
insides were being stretched and battered and rammed to what must be raw 
meat. She could no longer pretend to herself or obviously to Clint Greer. 
The only thing that mattered now was satisfying the lascivious, obscene, 
animalistic instincts that were buried in the depths of her cells with some 
ancient knowledge that had not been available before. This part of her 
nature she'd kept well hidden and Clint had revealed it so swiftly and so 
expertly. Oh God! If only she could be as she was. If only this terrible 
lusting had remained hidden. 

Suddenly, her legs pulled away from his hard waist and her heels found the 
red leather seat to push against and she was bouncing down his slick hot 
prick as Clint was shoving it up inside her dripping cunt. Their bodies 
crashed and met bone on bone, cock in pussy, pole in hollow, hairs against 
hairs, seminal fluid mixing and flowing into vaginal juice and a raving, 
straining, screaming labor seized them with some unknown signal that both 
had felt deep within the recesses of their male and female bodies. 

"HAAARRRRDDDDD! Harder! . .. FUCK HARDER!" Ginny heard herself scream and 
they were words that must have come from someone else. They had never been 
uttered by her before and she did not know where ... or from what depraved 
depths within her they had come. 

"That's itttttt . . . FUCK, baby . . . shove it . . . down . . . my cock. . 
. . Cummmmmmm ... oooonnnnnnn!" Clint was raising up briefly with each rise 
as he struggled to get his raving, blistering, beating shaft straight up 
through her gullet. Ginny thudded with him, catching his rhythm so they 
pounded out a perfectly attuned beat that rose in frenzied thrashings. 

Even as they labored and beat and pumped, lost in the sensual pleasures that 
numb the mind and still the heart, some tiny part of Ginny was coolly 
watching, censoring, judging her unfit and demented and whorish behavior. 
That same small judging voice told her that Joe had been right . . . 
ambition was going to destroy her . . . for she knew that somehow, someway 
she could have refused to be used, to barter her body for the assignment and 
the promotion she wanted. Some part of her knew that she really wanted this 
great, violent, hulking man who was fucking her so degradingly. She wanted 
it! 

In justification, she remembered her mother, thin and gaunt, working at the 
telephone company until she literally dropped. A heart attack at forty-nine. 
A poor, worn-out wrench who'd wanted to be an artist in her youth, broken on 
the shattered dreams she'd had to give up to support a drunken, shiftless 
husband and a small daughter. Ginny had sworn then that no man would ever 
use her . .. but instead she would use them. She was using Clint Greer now, 
for her own purposes, she lied to herself. She was going to get that 
assignment. She was going to get it! 

Christ! Clint knew he couldn't last much longer but he didn't want it to 
end. He thought with satisfaction of the ways he'd fuck this hot piece 
later, even while this lurching, lascivious rapture was now clutching his 
gut and sending out the million cutting needles of pleasure through his 
strong loins. Natalie had delivered this great little fucking machine to him 
unwittingly and on a platter. Jesus! It was a great feeling to get the best 
of Natalie Horman Greer, to fuck this beautiful creature in this office, 
bought and paid for with the dirty Horman money. Goddamn them all! 

"Grind it down on me . .. come on . . . grind it down, baby!" he panted, 
leaning forward in the seat so her jackknifed knees spread even wider and 
her heels could get the leverage on the red leather. Clint could see the 
black curls were drenched with their juices, hers seeping down in great 
sheets and his oozing out the nozzle of his prick in an ever-increasing 
readiness. He was going to gush that hot, milking, pulling cunt of hers with 
a gallon of good thick boiling cum and it was going to be . . . soon .. . 
soon now. 

Ginny's breasts were bouncing and jiggling and shaking like huge white flesh 
balloons. Jesus Christ! She was tossing that wild black hair like a mad 
woman! Out of her mind! The sheer pained mewls that spewed from her lips 
were the ravings of a demented mind, unhinged in the shrieking, billowing 
rising pleasure of his roaring, bloated cock that she rode like a slick 
pole. Up and down ... up and down ... all around. She spiraled and ground 
and screwed and pumped. Her eyes were rolling and the thick bangs almost 
tangled completely in the lashes she squeezed shut in the ecstasy that was 
gripping her in this mindless, frenzied dance. 

All sense of time and place and reason and judgment had flown from Ginny's 
head and only the existence of Clint's great mammoth burrowing, beating 
bullying cock in her greedy, lusting, sucking cunt was real. The peak was so 
close and she wanted to scale its magnificence more than she had ever wanted 
anything before. The only goal worth having was reaching its fiery tip in 
all its glory. She could feel every ridge, every bulge, every muscle, every 
blood-gorged centimeter of Clint's kingly great instrument, and she clenched 
and hugged it deeply with the powerful, elastic, rippling muscles of her 
yearning, straining pussy. 

The ragged, painful breaths tore out Clint's lungs with increasing 
difficulty, but he sweated the labored straining gladly. "Cummmmm . . . cum 
on . . . herrrrrreeeee . . ." he screamed in the ecstatic agony of the first 
signaling spasm that was beginning somewhere deep in his hard male belly. 

The intricate mechanism was beginning to work in his loins and he could feel 
his bursting balls spasmodically start to lift some infinitely small gate 
and let the tide that would wash him into eternity start to flow. Thrusting 
up in a mighty heave deep into the dark channel of the milking, sucking, 
rubbery walls of Ginny's clasping vagina, he lifted them both momentarily 
from the red leather chair. 

"NNNOOWWWW!" he screamed out in a roaring bellow, feeling the first real 
spurt whip down the narrow constriction of his penis and hit deep up in her 
womb that was the end of the fucking world! 

Oh God! It was cumming now in huge drenching, spewing, squirting gushes and 
the sky was rendering behind his eyeballs and his power was infinite and 
everlasting! No one could ever say him nay again. He was king of the entire 
crazy screaming fucking world! The universe was his! He could go on forever! 

There was an infinitesimal but infinite moment when the laboring seemed to 
freeze to a pregnant, poignant stop and then Ginny felt the first rush of 
blazing thick and creamy semen hit her cervix in boiling droplets that 
seared like points of flame deep inside her belly. They ignited her world in 
a shower of light and glory as the strange, all but forgotten feeling of a 
huge battering cock bursting deep in the warm enveloping depths of her body. 
It was too beautiful to be borne and she could never hope to deserve this 
ecstasy! And then, it was happening! She was bursting too in a twin 
explosion that joined with Clint's and they were the light of the world! 

"AAAA AH H H HE EEEEE AAA!" She screamed out the rapture as her body sucked 
and gushed and flowed and gave and pulled and poured out the rolling, 
streaming, flooding, shattering, bursting beauty. Tides were sands, winds 
whipped oceans, streams flowed over river banks, flowers burst in the sun, 
and stars exploded and divided into new worlds and the glory was upon her 
and she was borne up and over and above and it was forever! 

"GGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDD!" Clint clutched her like a raft and his great fingers 
dug into her white flesh as he struggled to hammer his gushing cock straight 
up through her belly and chest and out the back of her head. He could feel 
the vibrant muscles inside Ginny's tight little cunt milking him and sucking 
him and struggling to extract every drop of his spewing sperm that roared in 
great a hosing deep into her muscle-laced belly. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHH . .. CLINT . .. fuck ... ohhhhhhh ... fuckkkk....Ohhhh!" Ginny 
was shuddering and clenching and her nails dug his back in thin little 
furrows. He did not feel them and she was not aware she made them. Ginny 
only knew she could never get close enough and there was no way to contain 
this excruciating, exquisite bliss that was firing her whole being to the 
soaring, blasting, spacing flight. She lunged ever deeper over his enormous 
pleasure pole that both demolished and annointed her, struck her down and 
lifted her up, smote her and exalted her. 

"GOOODDDDDD ... lover ... oh, baby ... OOOHHHH ... bitch ... JESUS!" The 
deep groans came out Clint's great chest in tortured blissful agonizing 
breaths and Ginny fell against him, clasping his red shaggy head to her 
breasts. Her legs came around him in a viselike grip as she tried to worm 
completely inside his belly. Great shuddering moans wracked her and she was 
delirious with the huge pumping spurts that still flooded the walls of her 
sucking pussy. It held him and held him and squeezed in a brutal grip. 

"Yeeeessssssss . . . ooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeesssssss . .." she hissed as she 
clutched Clint to her quaking body, feeling his hot mouth sealing and 
comforting her bruised and shivering flesh ... her throat, her shoulders, 
her arms, her jaws, her breasts . .. she did not want the living to begin 
when this death was so magnificent! Oh God, don't let it end! 

Clint pumped and pumped and the great streams were beginning to ease to 
smaller and smaller gushes . . . still coming but decreasing in size and 
volume, his cock jerking and twitching and beating out his very life's flow 
into the deep hidden cavern of her belly. It pooled and flowed down his 
still huge quivering and straining rod in thick strings, wetting the red 
hairs of his loins and matting them in sticky clumps that her grinding pussy 
ground into his flesh. Goddamn! He'd never felt anything to equal the fuck 
he'd thrown into this one. It was too fucking much! Jesus! He no longer 
cared why she'd done it. He only felt she deserved anything she wanted . . . 
because this had to be the best tail he'd ever had! 

Catching her round quivering ass in his hands, Clint dropped to his knees on 
the thick carpet behind the desk and then laid Ginny back, keeping his prick 
deeply sunk inside her white belly. She was completely delirious and he 
could see the tears of passion wetting her temples and her eyes were closed 
and the breath was coming in gasps from her opened mouth. He'd beached this 
one, by God! 

Clint threw himself into her opened, spread-out body to wring the last few 
drops, to wring the last, essence of pleasure from Ginny's giving flesh. Her 
quaking cunt lifted automatically to keep his great blunt-ended cock within 
her. She didn't want to give it up. Grunting, he plunged again and again 
till only a few feeble drops were drawn from his completely flaccid, empty 
balls, dry and weak at last. 

Wearily, he lay covering her for a long moment, mindless and peaceful and 
sleepy and then with a terrible effort he pulled himself up and watched his 
still enormous cock slide reluctantly out of her wet swollen cunt, now 
slicked with dripping black hair around the edge. Uncorked, she lay as still 
as death, eyes closed and mouth hanging slackly open and vacant, her arms 
and legs utterly limp and exhausted. 

Clint tried to crawl over her and up but fell back across her deathly white, 
still body. The fatigue was deadening and he had to rest a minute. He lay 
with one thigh covering her beautiful legs and it was a giant's limb against 
her fragility. One huge arm covered her mounded breasts. 

"Ginny Blake," he mumbled thickly. "You get the assignment. You're a 
swinger." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Natalie swung the black Rolls Phantom III into the long driveway, its huge 
headlamps cutting a wide powerful swath through the darkness. Clint hated 
the car and bought himself a new Cadillac every year. He said it was because 
the Rolls was old and a relic of a bygone era, but Natalie suspected that it 
was because it had been her father's. Clint hated all the accoutrements that 
recalled the years and the traditions during which her father and her 
grandfather had built the Clarion. She realized that Clint needed to feel he 
was doing things on his own .. . but the few times ... no, actually the many 
times she'd let him take over and actually run anything, it had been 
disastrous. 

She was tired. She walked from the garage which had originally been a 
carriage house through the west garden to the house. She loved the house 
with its ivy-covered rock walls and wide many-paned windows looking out over 
the magnificent gardens and of course, Clint hated it. 

Stevens let her in and brought her a brandy. Wearily, she kicked off her 
shoes and sank down in the gray velvet chair by the fire in her cozy sitting 
room. Her aching feet on the ottoman and the first fingers of warmth in her 
stomach from the good brandy, Natalie put her head back and closed her eyes. 

"The weary executive after a long day," the venomous sarcasm in Clint's 
voice hit Natalie like a blow in the stomach. Her eyes flew open to find him 
lounged against the door frame, his red hair tousled, white shirt open to 
the waist with the tails flapping around his trousers. She didn't need to 
see the glass in Clint's hand to know that he was drunk. Villainously drunk. 
Surely she could have been spared this too today. It had been a very bad and 
a very long day. The county awards' dinner had been just about the last 
straw, particularly since Clint was nowhere to be found and she'd had to go 
alone and cover up as best she could. 

"Everyone gets tired, Clint. In fact, I was just on my way to bed." Natalie 
got up and then bent to pick up her shoes. 

"Not quite yet." His voice was flat and scornful. He walked toward her and 
without warning batted the gray suede shoes from her hand and they fell to 
the carpet in muffled thumps. Goddamn bitch! Running around playing lady 
executive, no .. . tycoon. That's what she fancied herself as ... tycoon 

... ruler of a newspaper empire. 

"Clint ... please." He towered over her, an angry red-haired giant, weaving 
slightly from the drink. In her stocking feet in comparison, he seemed more 
enormous than ever. A prickle of fear ran up Natalie's spine for he looked 
drunker than she'd thought, now that he was so close, his reddish beard 
beginning to show, his shirt hanging out and opened and showing the course 
chest hairs, his eyes beginning to redden. 

"Please what, N.H." he snarled, calling her by her initials as a deliberate 
insult. 

"Please don't be nasty. I really am very tired and you look as though you 
could use some sleep, too. I'll see you at breakfast." Natalie started 
toward her bedroom. 

"Don't dismiss me like one of your servants, you goddamned bitch!" he 
roared, grabbing her by the arms and shaking her, his great ruddy face 
spitting his alcohol breath down at her. "And that's another thing. What the 
hell do you mean making decisions for me in front of the hired help?" He 
shook her hard. 

"What are you talking about, Clint?" 

"This morning! The Swingers' Convention assignment! You know goddamned good 
and well what I mean!" 

Natalie looked up at him, so huge, still handsome and once a man she'd 
admired and loved. Now she wondered how she could have. She'd made a 
mistake. She'd suggested divorce many times, but Clint clung like a barnacle 
and she simply had never had enough energy left over from running the 
Clarion to pursue it diligently. 

"There simply wasn't time for a lengthy decision. I'm sorry if you were 
offended, but right now I'm simply too tired to discuss it. I'm going to bed 
now." Natalie hoped her calmness and soft manner would soothe him. 

"You're goddamn right you're going to bed, baby! With me for a change!" 
Clint picked Natalie up and threw her like a sack of potatoes over his 
shoulder and marched triumphantly into her bedroom. He slung her down on the 
white satin coverlet and her head snapped back and her eyes were two huge 
bruises in her shocked face. "Get your clothes off, bitch!" he snarled. 
"Your prince consort, your stud here's going to fuck you! That's what 
consorts are for ... right? Right!" He lurched back into the sitting room 
and came back a moment later with his drink. 

Natalie lay still, not able to take in what he'd done. Clint had been drunk 
before and he'd been abusive for years but he had never physically 
threatened her. Oh God. What did she do now? 

"I told you to get your clothes off!" he roared, bumping against the pale 
gray French provincial bed. "You're not at the Clarion now. Here I crack the 
goddamned whip!" He was screaming and his huge face grew redder than ever as 
he stood raging over her. 

Suddenly Natalie felt anger pour through her. She didn't have to take this 
and she wasn't going to. She looked up at him with a new loathing. "Get out 
of here! Don't you dare touch me!" 

Clint felt his rage burst anew inside him and he threw his drink right in 
Natalie's face. She fell back again with the shock of ice and liquor, 
rivulets running down her cheeks, eyes, mouth, and chin. Her mouth hung 
open, helplessly and ice cubes were spotting the white satin coverlet. 

"You animal!" she screamed then. Clint threw his glass over his shoulder 
where it crashed with muffled clinks as it splintered on the white carpet. 
He knew what he wanted now. Grabbing her gray dress at the neck, he simply 
shredded it from neck to hem in one tear with the strength of his great 
arms. He jerked the dress from her in hunks of gray cloth, ripping and 
tearing like a great maddened gorilla. She was fighting and weeping by the 
time he got to the pale gray lace bra and panty girdle and stockings but he 
proceeded with grim anger to strip her of everything, throwing bits of cloth 
and nylon in jagged tears over his shoulders. ' 

All the humiliations of the years were thrusting at his hurting head, now 
uninhibited by the alcohol. The feel of her small defenseless body in his 
hands, the memory of the fantastic fuck he'd had this morning, all were 
working and triggering a huge and automatic erection. Clint tore off his 
shirt and pants and shorts and shucked off his shoes and socks. He leaned 
over the sobbing Natalie and neatly pulled one last stray piece of gray lace 
from her quaking body. 

Natalie lay naked and defenseless, sobbing under her closed lids, not daring 
to look now to see what other violence Clint had in store for her. The air 
was on her naked body and she felt cold and stripped, helpless and alone as 
she'd never been alone in her life before. 

Clint looked down at her nakedness, the small rounded pear breasts, the tiny 
waist, the flat belly and smooth thighs, the delicate ankles and feet. All 
the curves, all the hollows were perfect. She was just on a smaller scale 
than most women and this had endeared her to him in the-past ... had only 
emphasized her femininity and ladylikeness. Her hips swelled out to frame 
the most beautiful muff he'd still ever seen. The dark brown hair of her 
cunt was thick and curly and luxurious; he'd wanted and had tried for so 
many years to bury his face there, as he'd tried and wanted and pleaded for 
her small perfect mouth on his cock. She'd never called him an animal before 
but she'd intimated it and almost said it several times. 

"Open your eyes, bitch!" Fearfully, Natalie obeyed. She had never seen Clint 
so infuriated in all the years they'd been married. Natalie lay in shrinking 
apprehension. She felt a shudder ripple coldly over her satiny naked skin as 
she stared up at him. He was holding the thrusting stalk of his hot, hard, 
fully erect penis. Slowly Clint began to lewdly stroke the heavy foreskin 
back and forth over the ponderous glistening head. The salacious sight 
repelled her even more than his obnoxious air of militant male domination 
... which was such a bitter pill for her to swallow considering his 
ineptness and downright inefficiency. Suddenly she couldn't stand it, and 
her wrath and fury at his drunken and degrading behavior overwhelmed her 
normally good judgment. 

"You don't need me! That thing is far more beautiful to you than it is to 
me. Take it and go play with it! You'll enjoy it more!" 

Natalie's vehement and insulting words were like daggers stabbing at Clint's 
very soul, and for a moment he hardly knew what he was doing until he heard 
her cry out and realized he was straddling her rounded breasts, his knees 
pinioning her slender little arms while he jerked her head upright by the 
hair and forced the head of his cock toward her clamped lips. 

"No! I won't! Stop it!" she cried through clenched teeth, the very sight of 
Clint's gigantic, throbbing, vein-traced prick threatening to empty her 
stomach. 

"You've denied me before, bitch, but this is one night I hold the whip hand. 
I told you. You'll take it and you'll suck it dry or I'll kill you . .. so 
help me, I will!" 

Natalie writhed beneath him, clamping her hand over her mouth more to keep 
her stomach's contents from erupting than to ward him off as he stalked her 
with his huge torturing instrument. She knew with a growing certainty that 
whatever she did or thought or tried, it would be in vain. He was a maddened 
bull and she'd taken his precious male prerogative in public and besides he 
was so strong that there'd be nothing she could do physically to stop him. 
He could kill her with his bare hands and easily. If only she hadn't let her 
temper get the best of her. If only she'd stayed silent! No doubt he would 
have demanded and taken his marital rights but not this way .. . not this 
beastly, horrible way! He'd never forced her before. Oh, why had she been so 
stupid and lost her judgment! 

"Take it, cunt!" he snarled down at her, jerking her head savagely by the 
hair up toward his rigid, brutal rod and slapping both her cheeks, first one 
then the other, the smacks of flesh on flesh resounding in the spacious, 
luxurious bedroom. 

His breath was rasping unevenly as his knees painfully numbed the muscles in 
her arms, while his hard buttocks flattened her breasts and his massive cock 
rested on the tip of her chin. Slowly, her head throbbing and her cheeks 
smarting from his brutal slaps, she opened her mouth passively, dimly 
comforting herself with the knowledge that she'd gargle afterward and 
tomorrow she'd start divorce proceedings. 

"You goddamned bitch! Take it in your hands! Lick it! Suck it! It's your 
husband's and don't forget it! Husbands have rights and don't forget that 
either!" He drew his knees off her arms and she sighed gratefully ... and 
lifted her small white hands obediently. Slowly Natalie extended her fingers 
toward Clint's heavy, jerking cock and encircled its huge thick pulsing 
lewdness. The feel of her slender fingers caused a hot sensation to jolt 
through Clint's heavy shaft, echoing in his throat with a choking groan. 

The actuality of the contact of her little hands was sending incredible 
carnal flashes rioting through him, blinding him to everything but the sheer 
enjoyment of her subjugation and degradation. She was going to crawl and 
cringe and then she'd be begging for it! His face became a mask of raging, 
sadistic lust, and his brain reeled satanically in his lascivious, 
booze-maddened fury! 

Natalie had never been in such a complete no-way-out situation. Once she 
realized the enormity and the utter hopelessness of it, she began to relax a 
little. Tears of resignation crept silently from her dark doe eyes and she 
looked at the thing she held in her hands. Her hands looked so little, so 
inadequate on the enormous blunt-headed, purpling and pulsating weapon. She 
could see the tiny slit in the end of the head and it was oozing a clear 
drop of liquid that hung like a tear, as though it were weeping or in pain. 
Dimly she wondered if she could even get her mouth around that mammoth 
organ. Oral lovemaking it was called. Natalie only felt fear and shame and 
terror ... not love. How could she love this thing that threatened her? 

"Lick it, damn you!" Clint screamed, jerking her hair once more and pulling 
her reluctant face so the heavy gorged head of his aching prick was right on 
her small lip-sticked mouth. He could still see the drops of liquor, dotted 
with her own tears, speckling her white frightened face. 

Natalie realized finally and certainly that he fully intended to make her 
commit the perverted act, that there was no escape, no waking up from this 
nightmare. In the depths of her abasement she continued to stroke it, 
drawing the foreskin back, and she could hear Clint now groaning in lustful 
anticipation. Timidly she reached out with her tiny tongue and lapped gently 
at the bloated swollen end of his huge prick. She did not retch at first 
contact as she'd thought she might. It just tasted like skin, like hot skin, 
but she could smell the musky fragrance of male genitals, heated and 
rutting. It was not unpleasant at all, she discovered to her amazement! She 
brought out her tiny tongue again and licked the soft rubbery tip. 
Hesitantly, she slowly swirled her tongue around it experimentally. Clint 
groaned appreciatively and caught her breasts in his hands and squeezed 
them. 

A lovely enveloping tingling emanated from her covered breasts warmed by 
Clint's huge hot hands. She held onto his pulsing throbbing cock and 
continued to lick the whole surface of the mushroom head while her small 
hands stroked, held, and fondled the trunk of it. He wasn't roaring now and 
his heavy breathing was caused by her hands and tongue on his member in 
gentle amateurish manipulations. Clint's hands felt so good on her breasts 
and a strange unreasoning excitement began to incite her brain and her body 
to a timid responsiveness. 

Twirling her tongue around the head seemed to excite and please Clint and 
she continued it. Finally, her tongue braved the dampened little hole with 
its tiny tip. Natalie held her breath and tasted the heady male tang of his 
passionate fluid as it seeped out in tiny droplets. An unwanted wave of 
deeper excitement washed through her. Her nostrils flared and she smelled 
Clint as she tasted him. She licked further down along the soft underside of 
the pulsing, veined cock, then slowly back against the coroneal rim. Clint 
was pulling and kneading her breasts now and his moans of rising pleasure 
urged her on, approving and encouraging. Natalie leaned forward again and 
licked down to the velvet flesh at his rod's thickened base and then beyond 
to the full swollen sac of his balls. She weighed their heaviness and warmth 
in her small hands. 

"That's it, baby .. . ohhh .. . that's it!" 

Natalie heard him spur her on and she suddenly moved her lips to encompass 
the purpled, seeping, bloated head in her small mouth, her lips ovaling and 
surrounding it. She let the hot pole glide along her tongue and she tried to 
absorb more and more of the huge thickness inside her mouth, tasting the 
full piquancy of his seepage in the back of her throat. 

Clint groaned above her, watching Natalie labor on his aching, throbbing, 
naked and lusting shaft, hardly able to believe what his eyes saw and his 
flesh felt. She was sucking his cock! Natalie sucking his cock! She was 
trying to gorge the whole length of his prick and take it down her throat. 
Oh God! No one could ever know how good it felt; after fifteen years of 
marriage, his wife was actually eating him like she liked it! 

He reached for the pillows and stuffed them behind her head to prop her to a 
more comfortable position. Jesus! He'd been so close to really hurting her, 
but it was just a question of showing her who was boss! Once she realized, 
she cooperated, and the look on her face as she concentrated and sucked him, 
as though his cock was an enormous delicious straw, told his excited brain 
that she was liking it! She was loving it! Clint's hands began to thumb and 
pinch her brown penny nipples that hardened to tiny brown nubs in his hands 
and he watched in entranced fascination as her little hands cupped his balls 
lovingly and her mouth moved up and down the great stalk of his penis. 

Irresistibly, Clint shoved his throbbing prick between her small ovaled lips 
as he watched in lewd and impassioned captivation the puffing of her cheeks 
beneath him as her head bobbed in incredible subservience. Clint caught 
Natalie's face between his hands. Holding her jaws and slowly undulating his 
hips, he guided his hugely swollen prick in and out of her receptive mouth 
with a damply sucking sound. The white wings in her dark brown hair made her 
look like a small capricious devil, a lovely little she-devil with horns, 
and the prickles of her little tongue were tiny salacious pitchforks 
sticking into him and goading him to ever-rising leaps of desire. 

The forced sucking of Clint's great bull prong was bringing Natalie to an 
insane and obscene stimulation which she didn't understand. How could she be 
stimulated and heated when she was forced against her usually steadfast will 
to such a perverted and sick thing? She did not know but only accepted and 
waited and hoped. Her breasts were tingling and singing and tiny needles of 
pleasure threaded from them through her. An intemperate lasciviousness was 
lazing and snaking its way through her loins and soft belly despite the 
terrible punishment and the humbling and the shaming. Why and how was this 
wanton and perverse rapture beginning to steal through her? 

The tears had stilled and she clung to his ballooned balls possessively with 
small hands while her eager mouth took more and more of Clint's mammoth 
organ into the warm dark shelter of her mouth. Her tongue licked and 
explored every tiny ridge and wrinkle of his hard thickened prick and she 
probed again and again the tiny split in the blood-gorged head. Almost 
without volition, her own legs stretched out in a luxuriating catlike 
stretch and spread lewdly. Natalie's own most secret parts were gradually 
growing moist and the lovely lassitude of mounting excitement was staling 
through her limbs and muscles and flesh. 

Clint gaped down at his wife's elasticized lips absorbing his pulsing cock 
as he guided her face with his big hands and thrust his loins obscenely back 
and forth. He saw her red lips clasping his thick rod. He watched the tiny 
ridges of tender flesh pull out as he withdrew, then disappear as he lunged 
forward again, sinking the head of his penis almost into her gullet in a 
salacious act he would never have believed possible. His pelvic hairs, red 
and wiry, almost brushed her little patrician nose. 

Strange and wonderful feelings were stealing in stealthy but increasing 
intensity through Natalie's captive body. She opened her lips wide to 
receive Clint's jutting ramming cock into the warm womb of her mouth. 
Holding the heavy base with thumb and forefinger to pull back the thick 
prepuce, she tried to capture its entire length, which looked as long as a 
stallion's, into her salacious arid salivating mouth. She sucked so deeply 
that it nearly choked her, but she turned her head from time to time to 
catch her breath and then began a frenzied tonguing up and down the tender 
underside, feeling it soft and sensitive, and it throbbed and pulsated to 
her touch. Returning to the head Natalie tasted the ambrosial spice of its 
oozing liquid again. Delicately, she massaged Clint's heavy balls, and his 
groans were louder as he began to lunge in and out of her sucking mouth, 
fucking his heavy cock into her warm oral cavity in a lashing rhythm of his 
own. 

Clint saw in increasing amazement that Natalie was enjoying sucking his 
cock, for she was nursing and drawing the hot hard thickness as far into her 
throat as she could, her cheeks hollowing and then puffing as she labored in 
slave-like affection. Lifting up on his knees again, he let her hold and 
suck and taste him as she would, while he played and manipulated her breasts 
that seemed to swell into his hands. She didn't need guidance now. An 
amateur at cock-sucking, but she was learning in a damn hurry and God! it 
was the greatest! Foggily, he kicked himself mentally for not insisting 
before, for not exercising his rightful domination. This was where women 
belonged, beneath a man and doing his bidding. Christ! He was going to 
demand this every night. He'd never have whored around so much if he'd had 
this to come home to. 

Natalie tasted Clint's pungent, piquant tang and she ravished her warm 
tongue upon his gigantic probe to elicit even more seminal fluid. She'd 
never dreamt that such a forbidden, pagan act could be so pleasurable and 
that she could receive such delight in serving and inciting his mounting 
passion. Sliding down a little further, she slathered his hair-covered full 
balls with her freely dribbling saliva and slicked them with her tongue in 
wide circling swaths. 

"AAHHH ... God, baby . .." Clint crooned as his hips rotated and began to 
grind in an instinctive rhythm. She coated his heavy ball-bloated sac with 
sweeps of her hungry mouth, trying to catch as much of his aching flesh as 
possible. Clint groaned again and Natalie's tongue returned up the long 
trunk of his jerking prick to the heavy head and enclosed it again in her 
warm lips. 

Sucking hard now, Natalie felt Clint shoving the pulsing piston deeper and 
deeper into her now willing throat. All jockeying for power seemed very far 
away and she wanted only to feel the lascivious and scintillating actuality 
of Clint's beautiful, powerful prick in the haven of her mouth. She wanted 
to shelter and shower it with her own moist oral love until he relieved 
those huge bloated balls deep into her receptive belly. Little muffled mewls 
of delight spilled from her too full mouth around the great sword that she 
tried to swallow whole. 

"Oh, Nattie ... baby ... oh God! Do it ... just do it to me . .. keep 
sucking . .. suckkkkkk!" Clint increased his pumping into her lovely 
clinging mouth, feeling the incredible lustful, luscious erotic sensations 
that had somehow conquered the crazed alcoholic fever and replaced it with 
this incomparable ecstasy. No more shitting me, Natalie baby. This is where 
it's at and this is what I'm going to have whenever and wherever I want it! 

Her thighs were squeezing and rubbing and opening and shutting like blinded, 
hinged wings as Natalie felt Clint's rising excitement and urgency. She 
reached up and caught his hard muscular buttocks in her little hands and 
pulled him closer, sending his long throbbing prick sliding along her tongue 
and the wet arched roof of her mouth. She felt him catch her head again 
about the ears as he labored in and out in a building rhythm. Her hands 
began to knead and clench and pull on his ass cheeks as she sucked deeper 
and harder, clamping her lips hard to make a vacuum, and squeezing even more 
pleasure to him through his yearning stem of flesh that rode into her in a 
mighty thrusting. 

"Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh Goddamn! Harder ... faster .. . suck me, baby ... suck 
it . . . yessss .. . suck!" Clint panted and chanted as he pounded his hard 
pole of masculinity into her eagerly receptive mouth and her little hands 
urged him forward, pressing his ass in sympathetic delirium. Christ! He had 
a load that was almost splitting his balls with a ragged edge and he was 
going to flood her belly and it was going to gush and spurt deep inside her 
fastidious body. His cum! Clint Greer's great gallons of boiling cum! 

She felt her husband's loins jerk and the muscles in his buttocks clenched 
and the massive head, already huge, swelling even more in her voraciously 
sucking mouth. He was going to cum inside her mouth! A sudden fear shot 
through. Natalie felt she couldn't take it. It would be too much, too dirty, 
too ... obscene. And suddenly it did. It was coming. 

Natalie wasn't ready as abruptly the enormous cock exploded in her mouth and 
it shot down the back of her throat wild spurts of creamy, teeming liquid. 
She heard Clint scream and tremble, his hips plunging forward as the great 
prick gagged her and the boiling, bursting semen poured down into her belly 
as she swallowed rapidly and frantically to keep from drowning, her throat 
opening and closing in a frenzied survival effort. 

"CHHHHHRRRRRIIIIISSSSSTTTTT!" Clint screamed, his head thrown back in the 
exquisite agony of fulfillment as his balls began emptying down Natalie's 
working throat. Again and again he spewed his jets of masculine cum deep in 
her throat as his climax burst on and on in splendid, blinding 
lust-satisfying bliss. He looked down to see Natalie's throat contracting as 
she swallowed the squirting streams of hot semen that were gushing from him 
in seemingly endless floods. 

Alternately, Natalie swallowed and sucked fiendishly in her frantic effort 
not to be inundated and to suck all the spewing, rushing hosing that spouted 
from Clint's exploding cock in spasms and spurts. Feverishly, she sucked and 
gulped and still some of the sweet-tasting, tangy male essence spilled and 
dribbled down her chin as he pumped and bellowed and groaned and lurched 
above her in the throes of his rapture. Gradually, the quantity decreased 
and she sucked and pulled and more came, but in smaller and smaller amounts 
until at last only a few drops at a time were spasmodically squirting into 
her still sucking mouth. 

Clint collapsed away and fell beside her on the big bed. His mouth caught 
her nipple and she could feel his exhaustion as his hot breath seared her 
breast in great gasps. Natalie lay with the drool from his mighty orgasm 
trickling out the sides of her mouth. She was tired but aching between her 
legs for the comfort and release of Clint's huge log which was limp and 
deflated and of no use now. She'd drained him and sucked and pulled his huge 
balls dry and she wondered peevishly if he was already asleep. After all, 
she'd been deprived of release too for so long now. His great paw of hand 
flopped over and landed with a thud right in her pussy that needed relief so 
badly. She cradled his great head against her breast, but the mouth was 
slack and she heard in disgust a tiny rasping snore escape it. 

Frantically, Natalie reached down and grabbed Clint's enormous hand and 
clasping two of the thick fingers together she shoved them into her aching 
cunt, and arching frantically against their lifeless but warm strength. It 
wasn't very satisfactory but it would have to do. A little better than her 
own which she'd had to resort to on the nights when he went whoring, which 
was most of the time. Now that she'd served the great bull, she resented it, 
for as usual she found herself alone and having to do everything herself 
with no help from him. She jabbed his lifeless fingers savagely deep up 
inside her clenching hollow and writhed on the satin bed, her breath coming 
in little gasps as she felt the delicious sensations she needed so badly 
begin deep in her belly. 

Damn him to hell! At this point she wished she were going to cover the 
Swingers' Convention in San Diego instead of Ginny Blake. Maybe at least 
she'd find a hard cock and a willing ass, for her whole body was one 
screaming organism of need. She wasn't ashamed now. She had to have it. She 
had to sleep but couldn't ... not with this need on her like an itching, 
plaguing sore. 

Frantically, she lifted her hips high and drove the two thick fingers into 
her with mounting fury. She felt Clint's mouth close on her breast in his 
sleep and that helped. She pressed his face closer with her circling arm 
while her other hand guided the fingers in and out her fevered pussy. Soon 
his mouth was sucking contentedly in his sleep and she felt the shooting, 
piercing joy as her legs clasped and her hand drove the fingers like a 
cudgel into her depths. 

Arching high, she brought the fingers along her quivering clitoris and 
rubbed them hard in circling, rotary motions. Then deep again into the 
dripping hole, fucking them in and out as her vaginal walls sucked and 
pulled and fought a muscular battle to keep them and clasp them and milk 
their flaccid, numbness and length. 

Her whole body was quivering and shaking and writhing in a feverish effort 
to relieve her tortured body and gain the sweet release of sleep and peace. 
Deep from within her womb her juices were pouring and she could hear the 
slurping, sucking sound as she drove Clint's fingers in and out in a 
building, reaching rhythm. Natalie tried to imagine a huge driving cock 
pillaging her, ravishing her, raping and fucking into her with fierce power 
and will. 

On and on she fucked herself with Clint's fingers and bucked and arched and 
rose against the lifeless digits while he slept and sucked sporadically on 
her breasts in some dream locked into his exhausted skull. The cords of 
muscle stood out on her straining body as she reached up and up with her 
hips high off the bed. Oh God, please ... please ... she wept in fury as she 
tried to make Clint's fingers do the labor of his now useless cock that he 
had spent in her willing mouth. 

Clint's mouth was slack again and drooling saliva on her that dribbled down 
her side and cooled in the air. Natalie pulled her arm from his head and 
freed it. Then spreading her thighs as wide as possible, she opened the lips 
of her vulva, wet and wanting, and rubbed the thick sleeping fingers against 
her twitching clitoris and into her shivering flesh-bud. The erect little 
organ jumped and quaked and shook with the contact and she rubbed faster and 
faster, harder and harder. 

Natalie could feel the rising, raging, lifting sensations in her air-sucking 
cunt as it pulled and squeezed on the nothingness, but the two fingers were 
ravishing her willing clit with the help of her frantic guiding hand. She 
could hear her own breath coming ragged and raw, the low moans rising from 
deep in her chest and she pushed harder and faster as the waves of building 
enchantment began to be substantial. 

Then without warning she felt the trigger click and the convulsive tremors 
begin, shooting driving needles of fire through her loins. She pushed the 
fingers in and tried to shove the whole hand into her pussy that spasmed and 
sucked and drew inward in great convulsions the rubbery walls clenching on 
the lifeless two-fingered tool she had devised. 

"Uhhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhhh ... ahhhhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh .. . uhhhhhhhhh!" 
The moans and sounds escaped her still wet lips, sticky with Clint's slowly 
drying semen. Natalie arched and writhed and clasped her empty legs around 
the sleeping hand. She held it prisoner between her cleaving thighs as the 
waves washed her with healing foaming crests and breaks which slowly ebbed 
until only ripples washed the beach of her dying body. Her hand fell back 
and her legs loosened and the makeshift cock dropped limply to the satin 
spread. At last she closed her grateful eyes. 

Ginny and Larry were ushered into the lobby of the Western Executive Hotel 
by a bowing uniformed doorman. The vast space was uncluttered and quiet for 
the carved ceiling rose two and a half stories high and the wide polished 
parquet floor was punctuated only by several priceless Persian carpets, 
their thick fringes straight and neat. Small groups of velvet and damask 
French furniture were clustered for conversation, and against the walls were 
Bombe chests with urns of fresh flowers. Enormous crystal chandeliers hung 
over the quiet richness in large constellations of light. One half expected 
to see Madame du Pompadour come sweeping down the wide curved stairway in 
panniers and a two-foot tall powdered wig. 

It was like no other hotel they'd ever seen and Ginny clutched Larry's arm 
as they walked timorously across the immense room. A beautifully carved desk 
at the end of the room, with tapestry hung like a museum piece above it, 
seemed to be the reception desk only because there was a man in a dark suit 
with a carnation standing behind it. Several couples were timidly 
approaching the elegant gentleman. 

"It's a museum," Ginny whispered. 

"Makes the Fairmont look like a slum," Larry commented. 

A graying man in a sports jacket was ahead of them. "Got a single for the 
next three nights?" 

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. We don't." The dark-suited man smiled blandly. 

"Press. Houston Post." 

"Sorry, sir." 

The man from Houston shoved his press card under the desk clerk's nose. 
"Look, you're turning away a million bucks worth of free publicity." 

"Our guests are not seeking the limelight." He turned then to Ginny and 
Larry, smiling questioningly. 

"Hey, buddy, you got a manager in this joint?" The newspaperman persisted. 

"The west room ... across the lobby, sir." Turning again to Larry, he again 
dismissed the press to the nether world of the peasants. 

"Uh ... reservation for Eisenberg?" Ginny didn't dare look at Larry. Thank 
heaven she'd persuaded Larry to pack all his cameras in his luggage. She'd 
been through too much already for this assignment to be queered now, she 
thought grimly. Ginny Blake was going to get this story now no matter what. 

Ginny hung back a little to let Larry handle the registration his own way. 
He'd been nervous and jumpy and rude all the way down from Los Angeles. She 
looked at the other couples waiting their turn. They could have been the 
Sunday crowd coming from church in any Midwestern town, or parents at a 
school potluck supper. They certainly did not look like the kind associated 
with "swinging." 

Larry didn't say a word on the way up in the elevator. He was tight-lipped 
and grim . . . only grunting in answer when the bellboy tried to make 
pleasant conversation. Ginny nudged him and frowned as they padded silently 
down the thick-carpeted corridor, but Larry shook her hand off indignantly. 

The wide spacious room looked like no other hotel room Ginny had ever seen 
anywhere. French windows looked out on a fountained terrace through sheer 
white curtains. Heavy gold damask drapes were pulled back in great swags and 
the wallpaper, satin striped in gold and white, made the room seem even 
larger. A lady's French writing desk with an inlaid leather top was at right 
angles to the view from the windows and a large ornately carved armoire 
dominated one wall. Two immense French beds, spread in olive green velvet 
and crowned at their heads with swags of the gold damask, were separated by 
a beautifully delicate rosewood commode table. Large comfortable wing chairs 
were grouped at a round inlaid card table. They were olive velvet, piped in 
gold. 

"Oh, Larry, it's so beautiful," Ginny breathed. He didn't answer for he was 
slinging luggage into a huge walk-in closet. She twirled around in delight 
and started exploring, opening doors and peeking in. There was only a 
bathroom and closets .. . no other room and they'd asked for a suite. 

"Larry. There's no other room." 

"No suite available. They're full. This is what's known as a twin room," he 
answered sarcastically. 

"But... I thought..." 

"Yeah. I know what you thought! Don't sweat it. I'll take the bed by the 
window. You wanted to get the story!" he hurled bitterly over his shoulder 
as he slammed into the bathroom with his leather toilet case. 

"Well, you don't have to bite my head off. We'll manage." 

"You just do that, baby!" He walked back in and pulled a bag out of the 
closet on the white carpet. Ginny sat down on the edge of the green velvet 
bed he'd designated as hers and watched him rummaging in his bag, pulling 
out cameras and film and light meters, then slamming them down on the floor. 

"Look, Larry. I don't know what you're so mad about but let's try and 
cooperate." 

"You'll get plenty of chance for that, sweetheart. Cooperation is big with 
swingers, I hear!" He stood up, slinging his cameras on his shoulders and 
stuffing his pockets with equipment. 

"Where are you going? You can't go downstairs with all that stuff. You'll 
get thrown out." 

"That wouldn't be a bad idea either." He turned at the door and looked at 
her hard and long. "I'm going prowling and then I'm going to get roaring 
drunk!" Larry spun on his heel and slammed the heavy carved door. 

The tub water felt so soothing Ginny was almost asleep, her head propped on 
the little plastic neck pillow. She stretched and wriggled her toes 
luxuriously in the deep bubble-topped water. You could literally almost swim 
in this incredible tub that she'd only discovered after Larry left. She'd 
had a lonely lunch in the so-called coffee shop downstairs. A Versailles 
morning room would have been more accurate. She'd listened to the 
conversations around her as discreetly as possible and gotten nothing. It 
could have been the tags of sentences heard at any convention. She was 
beginning to wonder if the whole thing was a giant spoof, a label these 
people had given themselves to boost their egos or set themselves apart from 
the rest of the dreary crowd. 

She turned over in the huge sunken pool and stretched again, lifting her 
chin above the tickling bubbles, then rolled like a porpoise. Just the 
marble the tub was fashioned from and the walls of a creamy stone must have 
cost a fortune. She twisted the gold mermaid faucet with her toes to add 
some more hot water. After her terrible morning with Clint Greer she'd tried 
to disown her own body and avoided looking at it now, hence the bubble bath 
which hid her voluptuous nakedness in the thick froth. Too hot. She toed it 
off. 

It had taken all her strength not to back out of the assignment. The phone 
had been in her hand many times. She had even called the airlines about 
flights all over the country, carefully making notes as though she were 
actually going to quit her job and simply disappear. But in an agony of 
indecision she'd finally realized she'd already paid too much for this 
chance and that flight was never any real solution . . . and here she was. 
Her fears seemed far away now, her terror foolish after that staid lunch 
listening to dull ordinary people. She wondered now if there was a story 
here at all. 

Suddenly the door to the bathroom banged open and Larry came barging in, 
unzipping his pants and taking out his penis. Oh God. He hadn't seen her 
obviously. She could hear him in the little separate cubicle relieving 
himself. Ginny lay very still, hardly breathing, sunk as far as she could 
under the bubbles. 

The trickling finally stopped and she heard him take a step, then gasp. She 
turned her head and there he was, glowering down at her with his long cock 
still in his hand. 

"Well, if it isn't the water nymph, preparing for the evening's 
festivities!" His voice was even more cutting than when he'd left and he 
stood looking down at her with hard eyes, making no move to cover himself. 

"Get out of here, Larry," Ginny said as calmly as she could with that thing 
dangling lewdly down at her. 

"This is my bathroom, too, remember," he said thickly. He could see her 
rounded white shoulders gleaming above the bubbles and he knew what glory 
lay under that foam. Some ape was going to be after it tonight, too! He had 
no doubts of that and this dumb trusting broad thought she wouldn't have to 
put out . .. that she could fake and give the guys the slip. Well, he knew 
better. He'd seen enough this afternoon to convince him and some of it was 
on film in his camera. For once in his life he was getting smart. By God, he 
was going to make some dough on the side. Plenty of places in L.A. would pay 
and pay well for what he had in that collection of cameras, and he was going 
to get more. 

"You still going through with this crazy scheme?" 

"Yes ... I have to. Now put that thing back in your pants and get out of 
here!" 

"Hell, no!" he roared, jerking off his clothes like a madman and cluttering 
the marble floor with them. "Move over, baby. Have a little swim with you." 

"Larry ... stop it! No! You can't!" she yelled, watching in frozen horror as 
the clothes flew off in all directions and Larry stepped into the tub with 
her ... stark naked. He looked so much bigger without clothes, his shoulders 
and forearms tanned and bulging with muscle, his belly flat and hard and his 
legs swollen in bunches of muscular strength. Ginny shrank to the side of 
the huge tub, scrambling up to cling to the slippery cold marble walls of a 
corner. 

Larry stopped for an instant ... a long instant as he saw the naked 
incredibly beautiful body of Ginny as she clung fearfully to the walls, her 
eyes wide with fear and anger. Foam clung in fluffy streaks to her high 
heavy breasts and down her small belly and curved silken wet hips and long 
beautiful thighs. She was a rosy vision that could only come to a man in 
dreams. No real dame could look that perfect ... from her tangled bangs 
shading those huge black-fringed blue eyes to her slender ankles 
disappearing beneath the white bubbles. No one could miss that she had a 
build that would stop a jet pilot at 5000 feet, but the warm wet glowing 
reality of Ginny naked was too much! Shit! By God if she was determined to 
give it away to strangers . . . then he was going to get his first! 

"Larry . . . please! For God's sake get out of here!" she begged, her eyes 
darting to the side and her fingers inching along the wall to try and make a 
leap for it. 

His eyes narrowed in anticipation and he grabbed both her wrists and pinned 
her against the walls, a low groan spilling from him as he caught her mouth 
and kissed those ripe lips. She twisted her head frantically from side to 
side, her wrists pushing hard against his steel hands but he only let his 
mouth kiss where it fell as she writhed, her cheeks, her jaw, her eyelids, 
her nose, her mouth, her ears, her long-stemmed white throat . .. his mouth 
finding something delectable wherever it hit. For all of her was delicious 
and erotic and made for kissing. She was grunting and gasping and twisting 
her head from side to side and the kisses kept raining over her whole face 
and throat. 

"No! Larry . . . stop ... it. . . please .. . don't.... leave me . . . alone 
..." she panted. 

"Me first . . . that's all, baby .. . just me first!" He caught her to him 
then in a fierce grip, mashing the silky wet warmth of her white flesh into 
him, his risen cock buried between their naked bellies. His hand came up to 
clamp her head and he held it still for his mouth to crush hers and a jolt 
of thrill shot through him as he held her so close, her beautiful breasts 
mashed against his chest. Pushing straight between her teeth, he 
tongue-fucked into the soft wet cavern of her luscious mouth, holding her 
now so she couldn't twist her head away, and he gloried in the 
scintillating, lusting daggers of sensation that cut through his loins. 

Ginny pushed frantically against Larry's hard shoulders with her hands but 
she could not break his hold and she breathed hoarsely through her flaring 
nostrils. He was sucking the very life out of her! Damn him! Had he gone 
crazy? He must be drunk, insanely drunk. He'd said he was going to, and he 
must have. She continued to push and squirm. Her foot slipped on the slick 
wet marble under the water and she would have fallen except for his 
bruising, brutal grip on her naked body. 

His mouth pulled away briefly and he was breathing hard. Larry looked at 
her, their faces inches apart. "Did you know that 70 percent of all bathroom 
falls are fatal?" he grinned. "I saved you. Now hang onto me, woman!" he 
whispered fiercely. Larry wrapped her arms around his hard body and cupped 
her naked rounded buttocks, grinding her pelvis up to him and kissing her 
deeply again. 

A hot jolt shook Ginny as she felt her genitals mashed up to Larry's heated 
loins. Her bottom warmed in his demanding hands. The awful lassitude was 
weakening her will and her strength. His blood-gorged, passion-incited cock 
was beating and jerking in spasms against her soft belly and his mouth was 
again fucking in and out of her own, his tongue like a small red penis. 

Ginny's arms began to hold him and her hands slid up and down his back and 
shoulders and buttocks. The hardness of him was exciting under her soft 
palms. His hard probing tongue in her mouth seemed to throb in time with the 
insistent beat of his fully rigid prick. Ginny's tongue met his and a low 
moan escaped from deep in her throat. They sucked and teased and cajoled and 
dueled and the bubbles were slowly evaporating around their ankles. 

As they stood locked together and panting and sucking and feeling the 
incredible ecstasy of nakedness against nakedness, Ginny's eyes opened as 
mouths turned to join again and she caught a glimpse of their pressed bodies 
in the mirror. The horror hit her like a blow in the solar plexus. What was 
she doing? Oh God. Had she become a wanton slut? Yesterday with Clint and 
now Larry. 

"NOOOO ... noooo ... NO, LARRY ... we mustn't ... stop it!" she screamed as 
she tore her mouth from his and pushed hard against his strong chest. 

"Oh, yes, we do, baby!" Larry twisted her arms behind her back and held her 
pinned. The breath was ragged and his chest heaved. "You want it too." 

With one hand holding her twisted arms he reached down and slid his 
sensitive finger into her moistened slit and ran it tantalizingly back and 
forth the full length of her vulva. Her eyes were closed now and her 
beautiful head thrown back and the long white throat was a stem to be bitten 
and tasted. The mountains of Ginny's rounded, ripened breasts stood up 
majestically from the plain of her white ribs, their tips the color of 
roses, the nipples hard and sweet as wine grapes. His head dipped and Larry 
tasted their heady flavor, sinking his teeth around one hard, erect bud of 
sweetness, his finger still sliding gently back and forth and in and out of 
her swollen cunt that poured syrupy libations onto his questing hand. 

Larry's hard hand was crushing the delicate bones of Ginny's wrists behind 
her and they ached but she soon forgot the discomfort in the enchanting 
sensation of his teeth and mouth on her nipple and that insidious finger 
sliding and juicing her aching pussy. Oh God. She couldn't stand it. The 
sucking and teasing tongue was drawing the essence from her through her 
breast and the taut inward pulling muscles inside her were dark forces that 
were overwhelming the mocking, judging, accusing voice in her head. The 
mouth and the sliding finger imprisoned her more than his steel-hard hand. 

Ginny's breath was heaving in and out of her diaphragm as she waited for 
what Larry would do next to her needing flesh that was betraying her again. 
She could feel the entire intricate mechanism of her body readying her for 
what must inevitably follow. Larry was sawing his finger in and out of her 
soaking vagina now like a bow on string. He was playing her like an 
instrument and the music coming out her hollow mouth was eerie moans, a 
wailing, a keening that filled the marble walls. 

He felt the wild elation growing in him as Ginny's full, white womanly body 
arched and writhed and cried out at the ecstasy his mouth and hand were 
eliciting. His cock was so huge now that it looked more like a stallion's 
than a man's organ and he looked down to see its strength and visible 
urgency as it pulsed and jerked, the head purpling and oozing seminal fluid. 
He could see Ginny's black-haired cunt, the lips swollen and slick with her 
juices. She was opening like a petaled flower. Her upper, inner thighs were 
already sticky with her lubrications. 

Grabbing the stalk of his cock, Larry drew the head up Ginny's pulsing, 
swollen, honeyed pussy and she screamed softly, "Ohhh-h-h-hhhh . . ." The 
contact of her slippery cunt flesh against his throbbing cock almost sent 
him off the pad. God! After dreaming of something for so long, the reality 
was almost dreamlike too. Larry sloshed and slipped the deadly massive 
weapon of his flesh again up and down her opening vulva and soon he couldn't 
stop. It was too mind-blowing good! 

Ginny was arching on tiptoes to the fleshy dominant tool that slurped along 
her dripping labia. Her thighs opened and spread and the pelvis rotated and 
ground up to Larry's mammoth, throbbing prick head. He had forgotten to hold 
her hands behind her back for he was fondling her ripe breasts, stroking 
them and nipping their nipples which sent fiery slender daggers of pleasure 
slicing through her white flesh. Ginny flexed her pelvis and inner thighs 
and her cuntal lips closed like a vise over Larry's great hot burgeoning 
rod. She could not stop her own hips thrusting back and forth and it was 
almost as though he were deep inside her. 

Larry looked down at the rapture-inciting motions of their organs slipping 
and sliding on each other. Ginny was rapidly becoming oblivious to 
everything except his burning hands and fire-tipped brand that were heating 
her past the point of no return. Her head tossed from side to side and her 
bangs flew back and forth across her white forehead. Goddamn! She was hot! 
Catching her rounded hips in his hands he guided her cunt till the 
blood-gorged, pulsing, blunt head of his enormous shaft was right on Ginny's 
quivering love bud and it was just like he'd touched her with an electric 
prod. 

"Ahhhhhhhggggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed, feeling the zagging electricity 
shiver unevenly through her body as Larry's great sword tip touched her 
erect clitoris and sparks showered through her and she was shorting out! 
Grabbing his hard shoulders to steady herself, Ginny arched up again and 
spread her toed-out feet to keep the current flowing that was shooting into 
her in flooding waves. 

Larry clenched his ass muscles and shoved forward with his pelvis, pressing 
the button and almost hearing the buzzing of Ginny's tortured nerves. Jesus! 
This broad must have been starved for a long time ... she was so close to 
orgasm already and he didn't want to rush it. 

Suddenly Larry slid down in the water, wetting himself all over, and stood 
up again streaming with rivulets. Grabbing the soap he worked up a rich 
lather between his palms and reached out for Ginny's breasts. She was 
whimpering, her eyes wide open now, and reaching for him. The feel of her 
beautiful heavy melon breasts, slippery and warm in his hands, sent new 
jolts of rapture rippling through his already fevered loins. He soaped his 
own belly and cock that strutted ahead of him in a thick, massive poke and 
then returned to slather Ginny's hips, buttocks, thighs, and then between 
her beautiful legs, his hands soaping her frantic cunt tantalizingly. 

She bucked and ground against his hand, trying to capture it and keep it 
where she needed it. His hand reached even further and extended two fingers 
inside her sopping, sucking pussy. Larry could feel her frantic muscles 
inside clutching at his fingers and squeezing them and Ginny was shaking and 
moaning incoherently. 

"Here it is, baby .. . here it ... is ... this what you want?" Larry panted, 
removing his fingers and putting his slippery, pulsating prick just inside 
Ginny's fevered soap and juice-slicked vulva. 

"Ohh ... ohh ... ohhhhhh ... ohh ..." Ginny breathed and her thighs spread 
further and she arched up to give him freer access to her aching hollow. 
Larry felt her cunt close on his hot male organ like a starving oyster, 
clamping around his steel flesh with biting fingers and bands of muscle. His 
rod sliced up into the soft pulsing flesh and the rapturous ribbons of sheer 
pleasure, so intense they could hardly be borne, wrapped around him. 

Ginny's arms held Larry around the waist and his hands on her hips helped 
her balance as she threw her body back and forth on the beating rod of 
hardened maleness sunk up so deeply into the quivering flesh of her soft 
belly. She could feel his cum-swollen scrotum swinging against her thighs 
and the huge blunt-ended knife of his probing penis ramming up deeper and 
deeper with every thrust. Everything had fallen away from her except the 
fever inside her belly and the screaming itch in her clitoris where the 
pleasure center was almost exploding in blissful joy. 

"AHHH ... hhhhhhhhhhh ... aaahhhhhhhh!" She chanted, slamming her pelvis 
into him in harder and faster jerks, impaling herself on that giant shaft in 
a frenzied rage. Suddenly, with no real warning, she felt the incredible 
spasms begin. They grew to a rising, cresting peak and the world fell away 
and she was there! 

"AH! AGH! Aieeeeeeee ... I'm ... CU-UUMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG! Oh GOD! 
CUM-MMMMMMiiinnnnggggg! AHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, her pelvis slamming so 
hard against Larry they almost fell. Bone met bone, flesh smacked flesh, and 
she was dissolving in the fiery, splintering, shattering explosion that 
wheeled on and on and on! 

Larry held her, her mouth hanging open. The sound of her panting was obscene 
and expressed a lewd and magnificent passion. She swallowed and trembled 
uncontrollably. Jesus! He didn't think she'd cum that fast! Her convulsing 
cunt was still pulling on him, then she slumped and his hard rigid 
instrument slipped out of her vagina with a wet plopping sound that could be 
heard above the deep gasps of her breathing. 

Ginny stood there trembling and shaking in wracking quakes as the orgasm 
drained away her strength. She leaned against Larry; there was nothing left 
in her body. It was almost as though she'd lost consciousness at the height 
of the climax and now she felt an urgent desire to just slip down and go to 
sleep. And yet her brain was a swarm of buzzing thoughts. Could it be that 
Clint had awakened her sleeping instincts so thoroughly yesterday that she 
no longer had any control? Having been chaste for so long, denied, it was as 
though once aroused, she had hooked into a high voltage line and any promise 
of release now simply set her off like a thunderbolt. 

"You okay?" Larry asked. 

She closed her eyes and nodded wearily. A moment later Larry had turned on 
the shower and was turning her to rinse away the soap and bubble bath. She 
was as obedient as a small sleepy child and let him do what he wanted. 
Finally the hissing water was turned off and he helped her out of the tub 
and dried himself and her with a huge fluffy bath sheet. His hands were 
gentle now and he carefully dried every inch of her, the touch of the soft 
towel warmed by his hands through it was a sensual feeling and brought new 
life to her body. Dully she realized that his mammoth erection was still 
there and somehow it must be taken care of. 

Larry carefully hung the huge towel to dry and then picked Ginny up and 
carried her through to the bedroom and laid her on one of the huge beds, 
pulling the covers out from under her limp form. He looked down at her 
incredibly beautiful body, all laid out there for him, and felt his gut 
tighten and his cock jump, jerking even higher. All his . .. at least for 
now. Her eyes were still closed and her magnificent breasts rose and fell, 
two great pink-capped, white mountains floating and rising with an 
underground tide. He couldn't even think about what might happen later. 
Right now the only important thing was tearing into Ginny's soft pliant 
body. 

Ginny's eyes opened and fluttered. Larry was standing over her and his face 
was inscrutable, fixed in a no-expression expression, and she looked at his 
hard powerful body that didn't slump now, the muscles well defined and very 
functional. The light brown chest hairs grew in a V on down his belly and 
spread out again in dense curly pubic hair that was still damp. The huge, 
jutting strongly erect and swollen cock eyed her, slobbering faintly from 
the tiny hole in the head in lewd anticipation. It was a sword, a threat, 
and yet a blessing that would forge her into a new woman again if she let 
it. She reached up and tenderly stroked its throbbing length and it 
responded by quivering and oozing new tears of desire. Her hands cradled 
Larry's balls and they felt precious in her hands, heavy with cum and loaded 
for her pleasure. 

It was as though her hands did not belong to her and she wondered as she saw 
them caress and fondle and stroke and tease. "GOD, baby," he breathed, 
thrusting his hips forward and sliding his prick even closer. She looked at 
it for a long moment and then leaned to kiss the end of it and her lips came 
away sticky with his damned-up passion. 

"Christ!" Larry pushed her back on the bed and crawled between her thighs. 
"Later, baby . .. later. Right now I've got to fuck you ... fuck you to 
death between the legs . . . here." 

"Ohhh, yes!" she breathed, hearing the words come out her own mouth, amazed 
still at her wanton behavior. 

His mouth found hers and she took his tongue eagerly while his hands were 
pushing her knees up until they touched the pillow. Larry put the head of 
his throbbing, aching prick against the hot moistened lips of her vulva. He 
pushed forward and parted the still wet pubic curls and slipped easily down 
through the two sets of sensitive pussy lips. 

"OOOOhhhhhhhhh," she moaned pulling her mouth away to kiss his cheeks and 
chin and ear. "Good, baby?" 

"Oh, yes .. . it's beautiful ... oh, Larry." 

Larry pushed in a little further, reveling in the slow swallowing up of his 
thick, pulsing cock. Just as slowly he withdrew and then shoved in again, 
each time a bit further out and a little deeper in, enjoying his control and 
the utterly unbelievable sensations that were racing through him. No one 
could ever take this afternoon away from him for it would be locked in his 
head forever! 

Ginny's hair was coming loose and he reached under her and pulled out the 
rest of the pins and buried his face in the silky black depths as he lunged 
all the way, his balls swinging against her upturned ass cheeks. He could 
feel his cock pressing into her cervix, trying to get right into the womb, 
his shaft like a hot hard iron. 

"Ohhhh ... you're hurting me," she gasped but Larry only grunted deep in his 
throat and jerked that huge rod deep up inside her belly. It did hurt but 
the hurt was somehow mingled with the incredible rapture of knowing she had 
taken all of that mammoth penis inside her body for she could feel Larry's 
balls against her buttocks and his pubic hair tickling slightly. All of him! 
It wasn't possible and yet, blessedly, it was. They were a perfect fit! The 
terrible revulsion she'd felt with Clint... even when her body had 
participated and she had felt the huge orgasm he had brought her ... there 
was still a spoiling revulsion. It seemed so different now with Larry. She 
felt wild and free and joyous! 

His movements became completely masterful and he was in complete command, a 
mastery and assured dominance so different from Larry's usually snarling 
cynicism. Ginny lay there and reveled in that mastery. She ground her 
rounded buttocks in rotary time-teasing circles as he pounded in and out of 
her body in deep hard lunges. Her entire belly was afire and her mind 
screamed out its insane delight! 

Larry wondered dimly if he could possibly bring her off again and hold off 
his own climax a little longer. God! He didn't want it to end! Just fuck 
Ginny like this forever! Her pelvis was revolving and jerking wildly even 
though she was pinned down by her doubled position. He'd hooked a game one 
and she was battling valiantly. God, what a woman! What he'd seen in this 
broad was only a shadow of what really was there. 

He threw himself into her with renewed fury, pounding and screwing his cock 
harder and even deeper into her vise-gripping cunt . . . fucking like a 
maniac . . . until it seemed her battered cervix would be stabbed to a 
bloody pulp. Her interior muscles clapped around his shaft like tentacles 
and her hot channel was screaming for more ... as she sought to bite and 
capture all of him, balls and all. 

Ginny's eyes focused in disbelief as she saw her own knees rocking above her 
head and her head tossed fitfully, mouth lax and open as she panted out, 
"Ohhh .. . ohhhhh......" with each shove of his driving cock. It was a chant 
moaning out her rising bliss as she reached harder for the light, the 
vision, the rapture that was just beyond her grasp. 

Suddenly she was divided, split right up the middle, that sword cleaving her 
in two, and her legs shot out and her pelvis lurched up to Larry with 
superhuman strength and the scream of ecstasy bubbled out her open mouth, 
the hot breath searing her lungs in its passing. 

"AGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . AAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... OOOOHHHHHHH . .. I'm 
cummmmmmmmmmm .. . innnggggggg ... Oh, Larry ... darling!" At the peak of 
her arching, her teeth found the long muscle on the top of Larry's hard 
shoulder and sank into his flesh in rapture, then she fell lifeless beneath 
him. 

Larry felt her legs drop, enclosing his hips and legs. He held her and 
continued to bob gently in and out of her pulsing vagina, between the tired 
parentheses of her limp white thighs. He'd forced himself with sheer will 
power to weather the storm of her cataclysmic orgasm, knowing he could bring 
her on again to share his own ... if he could ... last that long. He wasn't 
being altruistic but practical ... knowing a mutual climax would be the apex 
for him. He felt ten feet tall! 

From far away .. . the outer edges of her wheeling galactic emotional 
system, Ginny's mind began to return to her body and she was aware of a 
gentle, hypnotic and voluptuous movement in and out of her pussy. Her knees 
closed around Larry's hips and pressed inward, holding him to her, loving 
his hairy chest mashed against her roundly flattened breasts. She reached 
for his head and pulled his face to hers, taking his tongue and sucking it 
fiercely. She found that pulling him down to her like that made his cock 
ride higher against her clitoris and the wild wonder was returning to her 
greedy body again. Ginny arched up to his living baton that conducted this 
rhapsody of sensation .. . she was all the instruments and they obeyed his 
wand instantly and joyously. 

Pulling away enough but still fucking into her sopping pussy, Larry caught 
Ginny's creamy breasts in his hands and held them up to his gluttonous 
mouth. They were rounded full drums and his mouth began to suck them 
alternately, his tongue like a beating stick that hit the sensitive nipples, 
bringing out hollow moans of resounding delight. Her blue eyes deepened and 
she stared at him when he changed from one quivering breast to the other. He 
could see that the irises were a murky violet, pansies growing in the 
fertile fringe of her thick rich black eyelashes. His body humped and beat 
the rhythms from her hollowed flesh, and she writhed and groaned out the 
haunting melody. Teeth and mouth like the bridge of a stringed instrument 
now, he bit and chewed the rigid quivering nipples and they twanged and 
reverberated and he could feel the arching vibrations rippling through 
Ginny's taut body. There was never going to be another fuck in his entire 
life equal to this! 

Ginny's hands found Larry's hardened buttocks, lean and steel-lined with 
muscle in sculptured planes. She held onto them and her calves snaked over 
his bulging ones as she arched beneath his imperious domination. The soft 
bottoms of her feet curled and rubbed up and down his hairy hot-fleshed 
calves like soothing hands, curious and affectionate soft little monkey 
palms. This was the man she had to know ... every cell .. . every atom . .. 
every molecule . .. every ounce of flesh and bone and muscle and hair and 
opening and nail and membrane. Exploring further, her hands slid tenderly up 
his lean waist that flared an widened into his ribs and powerful shoulders, 
the backbone a fused but flexible steel cable holding his delight-giving 
flesh together. The back of hi neck with the soft light brown hair, despite 
it corded strength, felt vulnerable under her palm as she cupped it 
tenderly. 

Larry felt her hands adventuring softly over hi skin in exploration and the 
pulsing in his loin was building wildly. This was a giving, wantin woman! 
She took the inches of his hard rigid probe that were raking her in deep 
furrowing thrusts, like earth falling before a plow, and she opened to him 
and her flesh clasped in his wake, closing around him in warm darkness. 
Ginny kneaded hi ass like it was dough under her hands, pressing, pulling, 
stretching and squeezing. Christ! He was invincible! He'd never lasted this 
long before and he felt like he could go on forever! 

Ginny's hair was a dark sea surging over the pillow in convoluted waves and 
Larry found the shell of her ear buried in the depths. The hot hard red 
pseudo penis of his tongue found the orifice and he circled it wetly and 
thrust it inside the tender passage, burning her brain with his insistent 
message. He licked and stabbed and she was crying out and writhing and 
groveling beneath him. Catching the lobe with his teeth he left the 
impression of his rapturous agony in teeth marks and the blood rushed to her 
flesh there and the tiny flap of meat grew blood red. 

Little mewling noises of abject servitude began to tumble from Ginny's lips 
as she lay under him, completely subjugated to his least whim now. She 
looked up through glazed eyes at his angular high-domed face and the 
near-sadistic expression on it and it seemed beautiful to her, for she was 
impaled on his magnificent cock that was probing the very secret depths of 
her core. 

"Darling ... ooohhh .. . ahhh . . . oh, Larry . . ." she crooned between 
clenched teeth. He felt the joyous, animal stabs of pleasure shafting 
through his body as her long, shapely, strong legs tightened and released 
him at the hips as he kept up his driving cock rhythm. Her mouth was gaping 
open now in delicious abandon and her head was tossing again from side to 
side as Larry bent to nibble and chew along her lovely swanlike throat and 
curved silken shoulder. Larry raced his relentless swollen steel pole into 
the soft wetness of her impassioned vagina. Additional currents of sensation 
were surging through his prick, his hands, his greedy mouth and brain. There 
was nothing but the plunging of his battering cock into the warm pink 
moistness of her seething, sucking pussy, hungry and voracious for whatever 
he brought her for she received it all with rapturous welcoming flesh. 

Larry looked down to where his cock was slipping smoothly in and out between 
the flushed, puffy, hair-framed lips of her slickened, vibrant cunt, 
savoring the feel of the clasping pink folds of flesh, clinging gluttonously 
to his raging and furious rod driving into the lascivious pussy. Christ! He 
couldn't last much longer at this rate. He was about to shatter! 

"God damn ... fuck, baby ... fuck!" Larry grunted, his breath coming out in 
hot dragon flames to sear Ginny's skin wherever they hit. His practiced 
drive and expert ability was sending her up the sheer cliffs of towering 
emotional heights. 

Her brain was whimpering uselessly inside her head as animal sounds, basic 
and instinctive, spilled from her lips in moans and whines. Only the insane, 
abandoned sensations of her wildly bucking body were available to her 
consciousness. All else was gone or futile or stupid. She was locked in the 
world of her body and his, and only feeling was valid. 

He found himself thrusting furiously, slamming his long heavy prick up into 
her warm, clenching cunt with jarring force, ramming and pounding, the 
slippery secretions from deep inside her coating and easing the way with 
every plunge, the throbbing obscenely bloated head punching her cervix while 
his cum-heavy balls slapped solidly on her widespread ass. The rubbery head 
of his cock battered the depths of her softly yielding body as he drove 
harder and harder into her, shoving his pelvis mercilessly into her 
sensitive loins. Tormentingly he flexed his cock head again and again, 
forcing wilder and more agonized cries from between her clenched teeth. 

"OHH ... fuck . . . yesss . . . Larry, darling ... gggaaaaaa... oooohhhh!" 
Ginny strained up against him, arching so strongly that both their flailing 
bodies lifted momentarily from the bed. She rode him, frenzied heels digging 
into his body as she spurred him on to even greater effort, her legs 
tightening as she began to labor up and down his pole with her grasping, 
ravenous pussy. The throes of ecstatic anesthesia had numbed her brain and 
there was only this lovely fucking man who used her so well. 

"That's it! That's it, baby ... fuck my cock while I screw your sweet pussy. 
Slam it up to me 

... fuck it, baby!" he panted wildly. 

"Harder . . . hardeerrrrrrrrr . . . fuckkkkkk . . . Godddddddd!" she 
screamed, her legs gripping him tightly over his back, the inner thighs 
pressing frantically against his ribs as she ground up to the brutal tempo 
of his ravaging cock, punishing her soaking, agonized pussy. Her legs 
climbed his shoulders and she presented Larry with the complete and 
widespread plain of her delicious cunt. 

Larry attacked it even more violently and the salacious, sucking, slurping 
sounds of their fucking filled the bedroom, the lewd sloshing of their 
laboring genitals increasing his already lust-crazed brain. The smell of 
her, female and in wild heat, only added to his maniacal fury and he drove 
it into her with jackhammer force as she bucked up to him with bruising 
response, her mouth falling slackly open, nostrils flaring wildly, her 
velvety pussy milking his plunging cock ravenously. She whimpered, moaned, 
then wailed, building to a scream as her thighs pulled even tighter against 
her voluptuous breasts. 

Suddenly the dull ache in his balls grew to a fiery point of light behind 
his eyeballs and he knew his moment was only a split second away. 
"CUUUUUMMMMM ...CUUMMMMM with MEEEEEE ... NOOWWWWWW!" It was all the warning 
he could give but he heard her answering, "YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS . . . 
GGGGOOOODDDDDD . . . AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE ... AGGGGHHH!" and the warm pussy walls 
began to secrete their hot gushes of blissful liquid delight around Larry's 
plundering cock, flooding that pulsating shaft. 

As Ginny lurched and jerked beneath him in wild convulsions, the cuntal 
mouth and frantic muscles inside her vagina pulling at his prick feverishly, 
Larry could feel his own thick hot sperm shooting the length of his spasming 
rod, the long hot gushes wracking his whole quaking body as they spurted 
from his cock tip far, far up inside her soft quivering belly. The white hot 
jets splashed and spewed in continual nosing deep into her. He imagined the 
creamy semen flooding not only her vaginal cavity that held him so close and 
squeezed him so hard, but seeping through every membrane and cell until all 
of the cells of her body were tinged with his own love cum. 

Ginny ground her loins, naked and shameless, up tight against Larry, and 
clasped him to her, that glorious cock buried within her very depths. "Hold 
me . . . oh, hold me . . . darling . .. don't let me go . . . hold me .. . 
!" she moaned, her thighs quaking and her whole body trembling 
uncontrollably now with his loving searing cum shooting hotly into her 
receptive cunt. And in her gasping, shivering joy, she felt a wave lift her 
and her eyes teared and a small sob tore out her throat. 

He slumped forward, collapsing on top of Ginny, as all of his energy, his 
fury, his life force pumped out of him through the thick nozzle of his 
sunken cock. His hot sperm mixed with her erotic juices and he lay, still 
jerking reflexively, pouring it into her white body in thick streams. Face 
pressed to hers, he felt Ginny give one last writhing spasm, and a trickle 
of tear came down her cheek and ran onto his own skin, then she was still 
and lifeless. By the time he was squirting feeble droplets that were dying 
fast, Larry could feel her heart slowing, her eyes were closed, her mouth 
slack, and she slept. 

Dimly he heard the fountain go on out on the terrace, gushing softly. 
Swinger's Convention! Well, he'd got his first! The last strained breath 
came out in a long hiss and his breathing slowed to a deep steady rhythm. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Tony Aiello slipped into his plaid sports jacket and adjusted the thick knot 
in his yellow tie. He whistled softly through his teeth as he brushed his 
thick black hair, for tonight at the get-acquainted party he knew exactly 
which cunt he was going to bang. That tall brunette with the super jet 
twin-engine body was exactly what he was going to have. He leaned toward the 
big gold-framed mirror and bared his white teeth, pulling his lips back to 
inspect. Yeah. Not bad for a guy thirty-seven years old. Thick gleaming 
black hair with no gray that sprang up in bold waves, dark eyes, thin Roman 
nose, strong jaw, and straight white teeth. They gleamed back at him in his 
practiced flashing white smile. 

"Honey." Tony saw Sylvia come up in the mirror behind him. She was holding 
up two cocktail dresses. 

"Which one should I wear tonight?" Tony turned to look at his wife. Small 
and blonde, her bleached hair was piled into a towering edifice to give her 
height, her plump breasts were pulled up to incredible proportions by a 
boned half-bra that threatened to spill them completely. She had a small 
waist and an ample ass that wiggled enticingly when she walked. Sylvia 
already had on very high-heeled silver shoes, silver pantyhose over her 
rounded thighs, and a short pink panty girdle to keep them from slipping or 
bagging. 

"Baby . . . you look great the way you are. Leave 'em off." Tony teased, 
pinching one ripe almost naked breast. 

"Be serious. I got to look my best. There's a lot of important people at 
this convention." She held up first one dress over her short rounded body 
and then the other. "The iridescent lace or the silver lame?" 

"A maybe the silver thing." When he was only with Sylvia, Tony tended to 
slip into an Italian intonation, though he'd lived in Los Angeles since he 
was twelve. 

Sylvia turned to lay one dress across the bed and slipped the other over her 
head. Tony went back to the mirror and picked up the bottle of men's cologne 
Sylvia had given him. He sloshed a little of it on his jaw and chin. 

"How you know they're important. . . these people? Besides, how they gonna 
do a man in the gay-bar business any good?" my, honey, I told you a million 
times. It's who you know. I read the papers ... the society pages. Already I 
recognized an assemblyman, a professor, and a mayor." She backed up to Tony 
for him to do her zipper. He pulled up the long zipper and turned her around 
by the shoulders. 

"Without last names you know all these people?" It was one of the rules. No 
swinger group ever used last names nor did they have more than one encounter 
with a particular partner. That way nobody got hung up. Marriages stayed 
intact. 

"Of course. I've seen their pictures in the papers." 

"I got a smart wife I couldn't do without." He kissed her forehead. 

"You don't have to now. You get to have your cake and eat it too, you greedy 
man." 

"So do you, sweetheart... so do you." 

Sylvia stepped back in front of the mirror to check her dress. She patted 
her solidly in place hairdo, then caught Tony's eyes in the mirror. "You got 
her all picked out, haven't you? You always do. I just hope I like her 
husband." 

"He looks like an okay guy. Spotted them in the elevator. You'll make out, 
baby. You always do." Tony patted her round ass proprietarily. He was a 
damned lucky guy. Sylvia was always on the lookout for what was in ... for 
what would help him up the ladder. Since they started swinging he hadn't 
spent a dime on other dames. Business was better and he didn't have to go 
through all that mental torture of getting a little something extra once in 
a while. He'd seen other guys sweating it and felt sorry for them. Yes sir, 
Sylvia was a jewel. 

The only real fly in Tony Aiello's ointment now was that desert property he 
had to find a way to buy. Those damned ecology nuts in the smaller towns his 
company serviced wouldn't let his trucks use any of the dump sites any more 
and he had to find a place further away. No bleeding heart ecology nut was 
going to take away the business he'd sweated for all these years. But for 
now, he'd promised himself he wouldn't worry about it. Not at the first 
Swingers' Convention in history! 

"Come on, baby. Let's go. We gonna swing a little!" 

In the elevator Ginny took an unsteady breath and looked at Larry. He 
avoided her eyes and looked at the ceiling. That black mood was on him 
again. For one thing she didn't think he approved of her dress. It was a 
perfectly plain pale gray wool with long sleeves and a soft skirt held by a 
wide matching belt but the long V neckline was slit almost to her waist. 
She'd hastily pinned the violets he'd ordered for her to wear at the bottom 
of the V but quite a lot of flesh still showed. If only he'd said something. 
Late this afternoon she would have done just about anything he said .. . 
even thrown up the assignment and given up. But he'd been perfectly awful 
and still was. Wouldn't say a word. She was supposed to read his mind . .. 
the way her mother always had to try to read her father's and there'd been 
hell to pay if she couldn't. Well, Ginny Blake was not going to get caught 
up in that trap! Larry could just sulk. 

The elevator glided smoothly to a stop and another couple got on. They were 
all dressed up for the big party of the year. "Hey, you guys don't have your 
names on ... or your Swinger buttons." The black-haired man flashed a 
dazzling white smile at them, flicking his lapel gadget that dangled a small 
golden swing and his stick-on name badge that said, MY NAME IS TONY. 

Ginny smiled nervously and realized that Larry wasn't even going to answer 
the man. "I . . . uh . .. well, I didn't want to ruin the effect of my dress 
with these lovely flowers my husband sent me," she managed. 

"Say, those are really swell," he enthused, his eyes glued just above the 
violets where Ginny's full white breasts cleaved in soft half moons of 
exposed flesh. "Hell, I don't know why I can't remember to do things like 
that. But I'm not much good at this etiquette stuff. I have to leave all 
that to the little woman here." He reached around Sylvia's silver shoulders 
to give her a quick squeeze. 

"You do just fine, honey," Sylvia protested. "This dress couldn't take 
flowers, anyway. It's too dressy. I'm Sylvia, by the way, as you can see." 

"I'm Ginny and this is Larry." Ginny smiled, ready to kick Larry in the shin 
for his rudeness. He did nod curtly. 

"Say, how about you folks having a drink with us?" Tony chuckled. "Tonight's 
the get-acquainted session, you know," rubbing his hands together in boyish 
anticipation. 

Ginny looked at Larry uncertainly. He nodded at the couple stiffly and said, 
"No, thank you," as casually as turning down a proffer of a second helping 
of mashed potatoes. 

The man looked like he'd been hit for a second, then he recovered. "Where 
you folks from, anyway?" 

"Los Angeles," Larry answered coolly. 

"Well, so are we! You see, I knew we had something in common. Now, we just 
gotta have that drink!" 

"He doesn't talk much, does he?" Sylvia smiled at Ginny. 

"No, I'm afraid not," Ginny laughed ruefully. 

"That's all right. Like in the movies ... you got to watch those strong 
silent types." She winked knowingly. 

"I can hardly wait to have a few belts and tear into one of those steaks 
they promised us." Tony was laughing and rubbing his hands together again. 

Ginny slipped her hand in the crook of Larry's arm and gave him a warning 
squeeze. He ignored her and said glumly, "I'm afraid we'll have to take a 
raincheck." 

"Look, mister. We're just trying to be friendly. Everybody else comes to 
have a good time. Why'd you come if you're not ready to swing?" 

"Oh, we did. Larry's just a little out of sorts. We'd love to have a drink 
with you." Ginny could cheerfully have killed Larry on the spot. The man, 
Tony, was getting very suspicious. That's all they needed now was to get 
thrown out. 

It could have been a sedate country club bash. Drinks, steak buffet, 
dancing... lots of laughing and talking. Ginny and Larry heard all about the 
garbage business and then the Aiello's kids and the state of the world 
through their particular filters. Tony danced a few more times with Ginny 
than he did with Sylvia in the accepted sort of reverse gallantry of two old 
married couples out on the town. Sylvia wisely didn't push Larry or try to 
goad him into being more sociable, but somehow she got him talking about 
himself and he seemed to relax. The drinks helped, Ginny suspected. Whatever 
the reason she was grateful for the easing of tensions. 

Couples were gradually drifting out the door but they could easily have been 
married to each other. There was no way of really telling. Everyone was a 
little amiably high, and some not so little, but their behavior was 
exemplary. Ginny hadn't been able to spot a single real incident. How could 
you tell if Sue and George from Minneapolis had switched with Leon and Madge 
from St. Louis? 

"I've got some really fine cognac upstairs. Come on, gang, let's go up to 
our place for a nightcap." 

"But the party isn't over," Ginny said nervously. 

"Sweetheart, in about ten minutes this place will be a morgue!" 

"Good idea. Let's go." Larry chimed in. First Ginny hadn't been able to drag 
him into being sociable and now he was cooperative as hell. 

The Aiello suite was just as luxurious as Larry and Ginny's, with the added 
bonus of a small sitting room, done in a yellow and blue color scheme. The 
period was Federalist instead of French Revolution and excellently done. The 
hotel alone was worth writing about. 

"Oooh, honey... look!" Sylvia squealed, running over to the coffee table in 
front of the yellow silk sofa. There were two huge fresh pineapples standing 
upright on lace doily covered china plates, huge embroidered linen napkins 
folded alongside and heavy silver knives and fruit forks laid out. The whole 
thing was covered in transparent wrap and held in place with a huge red 
satin bow. Sylvia grabbed the small engraved card and snatched it out of its 
creamy vellum envelope. 

"Compliments of the management!" she screamed. 

"How about that!" Tony exulted. "This has gotta be one swell place. Say, how 
would that go with brandy?" 

The hi-fi was turned on, the pineapple unwrapped, the brandy poured and 
Ginny was feeling the drinks. So was Larry evidently. He was dancing with 
Sylvia and holding her the way a drowning man clutched an anchor. Their 
shoes were off and they slid along the thick carpet in their stockinged 
feet. 

Ginny went to their bathroom. She wasn't sick, just a little unstable. 
Matter of fact, she felt pretty good. In the semi-darkened bedroom Ginny 
felt someone grab her. "Whoa .. ..she protested. 

"It's only me, baby," Tony whispered, finding her mouth and pulling her hard 
against him. His hard tongue immediately thrust into her mouth so far she 
was almost gagging. With her heels on she was exactly the same height as 
Tony, but he was thick where she was slender, flat where she was curved, 
thrusting where she hollowed. He held her in a maddened grip, tongue-fucking 
her furiously, his sensual lips bruising hers in a furious kiss. Ginny 
struggled and twisted and tried to bite his lip to make him let go, but it 
was as though she were weighted down and her movements were almost in slow 
motion. 

At last he pulled his mouth away, panting, "Relax, baby. We're gonna have a 
ball." His hand was covering her heavy breast and Ginny could feel the 
nipple pop obediently into his hot male hand, the nipple turgid and 
thrusting under the sheer wool of her dress. 

"Let me go," she whispered fiercely, trying to fight the slow tingling that 
was spreading like the faint sound of silver bells from her full breast all 
through her body. 

"No way, sweetheart. I had my eyes on you from the beginning. I love the 
snooty way you walk." He was pressing the words along the pink flushed skin 
of her throat and ear and jaw with his hungry lips. His hand was moving in 
tight little circles on her quivering breast, grinding the nipple under the 
fabric into the hard palm of his hand. 

"Stop it! Larry and Sylvia ... they're right in there." Ginny had to stop 
him and get out of here. These maniacs weren't kidding. 

"They're going pretty good already," he laughed. "Don't worry about them." 
He was sucking the life out of her again and she couldn't breathe. His hand 
was flaming both her breasts and then tracing the bare exposed flesh down to 
the violets and back up again. Get out of here . .. just get out of here .. 
. was the only thought in her head. She couldn't believe that Larry was 
"going pretty good" with Sylvia . . . not after this afternoon. He couldn't. 
He just couldn't. 

Ginny was so tired. She battled the fatigue and the uncooperativeness of her 
alcohol-slowed body and the hard hands, arms, and mouth of Tony. She could 
feel her own skin, her own flesh urging him on. A stranger ... a man she'd 
never seen before. Oh God, what was happening to her? 

At last she tore herself away and lurched to the sitting-room door. Her hand 
flew to her throat in amazement. Larry was half lying on the sofa with 
Sylvia in his arms and he was kissing her. His hands were working the zipper 
of her dress down her back slowly. It hadn't meant a thing to him. This 
afternoon hadn't meant anything! The damned fool. Oh, why had she ever come 
to this crazy place? 

Ginny felt Tony's arms close around her from behind. "No!" she blazed, 
jerking away from him. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes again 
suspiciously. "I'm... I'm sick. I don't feel well. I... I think I had too 
much to drink." Her hand went to her forehead and her eyes fluttered open 
and closed and open. 

"Larry . . . I'm sick." He looked up with glazed eyes, not bothering to 
remove his arms from around Sylvia. 

"I'll get you back to your room. That okay with you, pal?" Tony intervened, 
taking Ginny's arm and picking up her purse from the blue velvet chair. 

"Oh ... yeah ... good thinking. Be along later," Larry mumbled thickly. 

Damned cynical newspaper man. Damn his hide. He was the one who had been 
afraid for her feminine sensibilities. Like hell! Oh, she could kill him! 
Drunken slob ... just like her father! There he was like a damned alley cat 
with a woman he'd never even seen until tonight! Well, damn them all! Ginny 
Blake was here to cover a story ... not to play their swapping games. 

All the way up to the room, Tony's hands had been all over her, pretending 
to be sympathetic over her feeling ill. She was livid! But everywhere she 
looked, in the elevator, in the halls were other couples petting, necking, 
giggling like middle-aged teen-agers... all on their way to making out. They 
weren't kidding... this was a Swingers' Convention. She must remember to 
talk to the manager about why he'd lent his hotel for such a convention ... 
but it had to be very subtle. She still had a story to get out. 

Ginny had already decided to pretend to vomit or rather threaten to when 
they got to her door. Then she'd push this gross ape and slam the door which 
locked automatically, she hoped. Her whole body tensed, for they were almost 
there and she felt her heart thudding. Tony took her key, inserted it in the 
lock, and turned it. He pushed the door open and ushered her in. It all 
happened so fast she didn't have time to fake anything. 

"There we are, sweetheart." Ginny grabbed the key and tried to shove him out 
the door. He stumbled and recovered quickly, for he'd hung onto the key, 
which pulled her off balance and instead of his going out in the hall as 
she'd planned he came rushing into her, pushing her ahead of him. Ginny 
heard the door click and her heart sank. 

"You don't think I'd leave you when you're sick? No, sir, not Tony A." He 
leered at her with those black eyes, his mouth stretched in a wide flash of 
white. He'd beat her at her own game and he was enjoying winning. 

"Oh ... you don't have to ... I mean ... I think I'm going to ... throw up." 

"Feel free, baby. I'll be right here when you get back," he whispered 
triumphantly, his eyes devouring her, not giving an inch. 

"No ... you'd better leave ... Mr. whatever your name is." 

"In due time, baby. In due time." He grabbed her then and twisted her arms 
behind her back in a brutal hold. His other hand was all over her then, 
sliding over her heaving breasts, her hips, her thighs, up between her legs. 
"If you don't want that pretty dress ripped, you better help me get it off 
of you. You don't want to swing, baby. You want to be raped! And that can be 
arranged too. I'd love it! I know all about snooty ones like you. You get 
hotter'n a pistol. You'll be begging for it!" 

"No .. . no!" Ginny sobbed, her body trembling already from his hand and her 
own fury. 

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not like some of these guys .. . pooped out after one 
fuck. I can go all night, baby, with you." Tony was panting and enjoying her 
faked terror and tears and sobbing. Jesus! This cunt really made it worth" a 
guy's time. He was onto her now. Christ! A couple of kisses in the bedroom 
and she was so heated up she was crazy . .. but she kept playing hard to get 
and that was great. More fun that way. Some of these broads were so hungry 
they flopped and spread almost before you got in the door. But not this one. 
She was smarter. More class. That was Sylvia's trouble. She liked class but 
she didn't know how to get it. Well, when he got that desert land and a few 
more of those big trucks and the new operation was hauling in the money, he 
was going to send her to Elizabeth Arden's or someplace and let them give 
her the works. 

"Tony ... I'm not..." Ginny wailed. 

"You're not dumb, baby .. . I'll give you that. You sure turn a guy on." 
He'd pulled her belt off and was working at the zipper of her dress. 
"Careful... it's going to tear if you don't help a little." 

He stripped it off her once the zipper was down and turned her around. 
Tony's eyes almost popped out of his head. She had on gray pantyhose and 
nothing else except two broad stripes of adhesive tape that pulled her ripe 
breasts in opposite directions away from the breastbone, toward her arms. 

"That's the damndest bra I ever saw!" 

"It's not a bra, it's tape," she sobbed. Oh, why had she ever bought that 
stupid dress? The saleswoman had convinced her that you used tape with 
dresses like this to keep the breasts from falling out entirely in the deep 
opening. 

"Jesus! You got a body like Venus!" His hands reached out and lightly 
skimmed over her skin from shoulders, down breasts and waist to her hips. 
Suddenly he knelt right in front of her and Ginny could feel his hands 
peeling her pantyhose off like skin from a banana. He jerked the drooping 
nyloned legs off her feet. Then his hands reached out and caught Ginny's 
rounded white moons of buttocks and he pulled her right into his red-hot 
poker tongue that shot straight into the top of her black-haired pussy, 
zeroing in on her clitoris like a precision missile. 

"OH-H-H-H-H-H . . .ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ginny screamed softly, almost falling 
backward from the electric shock of his tongue that had hit some center of 
her being. Her nerves were being fried and her body was melting and coming 
apart at the joints like the timbers of a house weakened by a raging fire. " 

She shook in the roaring crackle and her arms crossed instinctively over her 
breasts. The sobs were still rising in her chest. She felt faint and weak 
and that blazing tongue was skewering her like a piece of meat on that 
red-hot shaft. "NO-O-O-O-O-O ... please ... nooooooo!" she begged, the tears 
pouring in torrents down her beautiful face. That maddening tongue was 
licking her ravenously as though she were delectable and good to eat. It was 
dirty and foul and depraved and she had sunk to worse than a whore's level. 
Oh God! 

Christ! This was the hottest one yet. A few little licks in her pussy and 
she was coming apart at the seams. Just wait. He'd drive her mad and that 
snooty little cunt would be begging and pleading. Tony rose to his feet 
slowly, taking the weight on his strong legs, and his tongue traveled from 
her black-haired pussy right straight up through the curls of pubic hair to 
her white belly and on up between the full white breasts to her pulse at the 
base of her throat. She was just standing there shuddering and sobbing 
uncontrollably. 

Tony tore off his clothes with frantic hands, taking longer than he would 
have normally in his frenzied haste. He was trying to get his shoes off when 
a great sob tore out her throat and she ran and threw herself into the 
closet. Her sobs were almost inhuman wails now. Jesus! What a crazy dame. 
There'd been something funny about that pair from the beginning. 

Naked at last, Tony tore open the closet door. Ginny was cowering nakedly 
back among the clothes, her eyes staring and terrified, the tears still 
pouring down her cheeks, her mouth blubbering and slack. He grabbed her 
wrist but she pulled back, sobbing and incoherent. Goddamn her. Enough was 
enough. Tony scooped her up and pulled her out of there, carrying her in his 
strong arms and kicking the closet door closed behind him with a thud, by 
shoving his heel against it. Enough of this shit! 

He threw back the covers and slammed her onto the bed. She shriveled like a 
snail and shook and sobbed, pleading, "no ... nooo ... please ... noooo." 
You'd have thought he was coming at her with a branding iron instead of a 
good hard, upstanding prick that jutted out now in the dim light. Tony noted 
with satisfaction that his erection was so intense that his cock was up 
further than the usual right angle from his loins. It stood proud and 
thrusting, thick and long and aching, standing out from his curly mat of 
black pubic hair cocky as hell. 

Looking down at Ginny's curled body, shaking and quivering and wracked with 
sobs, he felt his pole jerk and his whole gut lurch. Jesus! She looked like 
Elizabeth Taylor except she was taller and built better. The long naked 
white thighs were softly rounded and shaped so perfectly. The hips curved 
just so . . . not too much ... not too little. When Tony got to those 
magnificent breasts he noted they still had those broad strips of tape under 
them. He wanted them in his mouth. Goddamn it! He'd waited long enough! 

Tony pried up a tiny corner of the tape and Ginny kept right on sobbing, not 
even noticing. When he had it firmly between his thumb and forefinger, her 
jerked hard and fast. "AHHHHHGGGH-HHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG. . .AAAAAA. . . 
AAAGGGGHHHHHH!" she howled and kept it up as he ripped the other one off. 
Hard to get was one thing ... but this was crazy. 

Catching her wrists, Tony pulled them apart and spread them and a jolt of 
carnal anticipation shot through him. He'd been gradually heating up to this 
point all evening, dancing with her, looking at her. Her beautiful 
heavy-fleshed firm and thrusting breasts were still rising and falling 
rapidly. Her flat belly was shaking as he kneed between her lithe thighs 
looking at the luxuriant black triangle of hair and the luscious pink slit 
below. Jesus! He'd been telling her the truth. No bragging. He could fuck 
this one all night and still have something left for morning. 

Ginny was dimly aware that Tony was over her now. She didn't care. Nothing 
mattered anymore. He was going to rape her and she didn't care. She just 
wished she could die now. Just never wake up. Oh God. Just never wake up? 
Suddenly she felt something very soft and moist on her right nipple . .. 
very gentle. Her head jerked up for she had been expecting more pain and 
humiliation. Tony's head was over her, his thick black hair springing up 
from his forehead . . . and he was very softly sucking her breast. She could 
feel the soft warmth from his mouth and the faint tingling starting between 
her legs and she began to be a little ashamed of her behavior. But she 
couldn't help it. She didn't come here to be a whore. Oh God. 

The suction was getting stronger, the ache between her legs had started and 
the tingling was beginning to be almost painful. Tony's tongue was 
circumnavigating her rigid nipple and flooding it with warm saliva from his 
mouth; then that exploratory tongue flicked the tender end in a maddening 
rhythm. Then he was sucking hard, drawing on her breasts as though his life 
depended on the heavy essence Ginny could almost feel draining out of her 
into his hot voracious mouth. She could feel, conversely, a seepage start in 
her vagina, the moisture preparing her for his heavy cock that she could 
feel now pulsing against her upper thigh. Her sobs were gradually slowing 
and only occasional shudders seized her. 

The hot breath was pouring out Tony's mouth onto her silken flesh as he 
worked over first one bountiful ripe-fruited breast, then the other. He 
could feel her sobbing ease and the catchy little breaths start. Her body 
was shivering under him and the chill skin warming up. This was more like 
it! He moved up to kiss her mouth deeply and then both her ivory, 
almond-lidded eyelids. Some dames really went for the eyelid bit, he'd 
found, and this one did. She moaned and stretched a little under him and the 
long sighs were escaping her red lips that told him she was really warming 
up fast! 

Tony worked his arms under Ginny's smooth nakedness, cupping her rounded 
white ass cheeks in his hands, savoring the soft curving skin mattress she 
made under him. His cock was going wild, jerking and throbbing like a maniac 
as he kissed the whole upper surface of her softly rounded body, tonguing 
the sensitive inside surface of her upper arms and down her long throat and 
into her ears, around her collarbone and even into her cleanshaven 
underwarms. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . hhhhhhhhh . . . aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh . . . 
please . .. ooohhh ..." she moaned but it was a plea he understand. She 
smelled like deodorant there and some kind of powder and perfume .. . sort 
of like those red things his mother grew in the garden. 

Aiello's eyes feasted and his mouth tasted. He moved further south, sliding 
between her white satin thighs, almost kneeling as he visually devoured the 
soft midnight fleece of Ginny's triangle. His strong hands pushed her knees 
apart further and he bent to the silken inner thighs, his strong capable 
lips going to work on the white perfection. He felt the woman shudder. 

Ginny felt the lascivious mouth and the quivering heat of his expert and 
wicked tongue heating her thighs and kissing and licking. His hard hot 
breath was fanning her whole pubic area in warming gusts. His hands were 
massaging her inner thighs gently now and he slithered forward just to look 
at all that lusciousness. 

The red cavern with the two sets of lips, all swollen now with desire, the 
soft inviting sensitive flesh all open to him ... he trembled in spite of 
himself. A goddess . . . with her whole soft pink and red and white flesh 
open to him ... all framed in silky black hair. 

"Wh-what are you doing?" she whispered, sucking in her breath in a last 
little sob. For answer Tony bent his head in readiness, his hands on her 
vulva flesh, the thumbs peeling back the quivering meat of her open 
salacious cunt and in a flash his hot hungry mouth had fastened on her 
pulsing clitoris. 

"Ahhhhhh . . . aaahhhh . . . no!" Ginny protested all the while her abdomen 
lifted to him. She could feel all the horrible things he was doing. His 
mouth gently sucking on her pussy while his tongue slithered in and out and 
around, flickering all over that same center he'd touched before with his 
tongue. That's what had set her so wild. Oh 

God. He was doing it again! His hands were smoothing and massaging her inner 
thighs and buttocks. He was making noises deep in his throat like someone 
gorging at the table on their favorite food . .. deep contented noises, 
concentrating on satisfying some real need. Then, without any warning other 
than the indescribably exquisite sensations that he'd been carefully 
erecting in her body, his tongue shot straight into her, into her warm 
insides. That tongue was fully inside her, quivering like a small red penis. 

Ginny heard words babbling out her own mouth that she believed with some 
part of her and yet knew with another part that she was lying outrageously. 
"AAAAHHHH ... please don't... no you can't... it's horrible ... no ... 
nooo... please don't." She said it while her pelvis lifted to meet that hot 
hungry mouth. 

Tony's tongue fucked into her seething vagina, warm and wet and pulsing with 
her inner muscles squeezing in and out around the substitute penis. He 
wasn't absolutely sure but he thought maybe this girl had never had her 
pussy eaten before! Scouring her cunt had stopped her tears and sobbing and 
her secret depths were secreting lubrications rapidly. God, she was pouring 
love juice! 

Breathing against her needing clitoris-and even the hot breath alone sent 
ripples of ecstasy through her obedient flesh-Tony plunged the sharp little 
knife again into the vaginal opening and her body jerked automatically as he 
shot his probing tongue deep into her quivering flesh. Then he began the 
licking, the slow gluttonous licking that was driving her mad. A groan 
babbled out her mouth as he shoved her cunt up to his face. His long probing 
hot tongue lunged straight into her again, full length into her pulsing 
cunt. He had her going now! She wailed desperately and threw her head from 
side to side, flopping it back and forth in the madness of rising desire and 
a passion that was bringing on a delirium. She was babbling incoherently and 
began to wail in desperation as his tongue curled around her clit and he 
sucked loudly on her vulva. 

"Stop... please stop." Ginny said weakly and she felt Tony shake his head 
negatively even as his tongue and mouth held her in a voracious grip. His 
shaven face scraped her inner thighs and even that sensation heightened the 
passion that held her. 

The unwanted jolts of sheer pleasure that were jerking through her body were 
like nothing she'd ever felt before. He was devouring her there between her 
legs, eating her alive! She could feel his teeth, his tongue, his lips, and 
they were biting and eating and sucking and licking-nothing in her whole 
life had ever felt so rapturous! Her head was alive with squirming snakes of 
thoughts that curled and writhed as insanely as her body that was being 
jolted with that electric probe of Tony's tongue! 

Ginny was gyrating so now that Tony slipped his hands under her smooth round 
buttocks and held her so that her wildly rotating pelvis couldn't get away. 
Thus he held that delicious pussy right up to his greedy mouth and ate her 
with relish! Jesus! This was good eating pussy! He pulled her legs around 
and over his shoulders and she needed no encouragement for those thighs 
locked around his head. Her ass began circling and pumping in his hands as 
her voracious cunt tried to eat his plundering face. 

Little screams of rapture were escaping her lips and Ginny heard them as 
though they were noises made by someone else. She was no longer fighting 
anything he did to her. Everything else had gone except this exquisite bliss 
and she was subservient, completely subjugated by this garbage man, this 
husband, this stranger. 

Ginny just lay there, her thighs tightening around his head, her hips madly 
rotating, her buttocks clenched in his hot kneading hands and her own hands 
clenching the bedclothes in tight desperate fists as she felt the continuing 
pleasure like a warm tide wash over her. Her whole womanly body was crying 
out for fulfillment. She was reaching . . . reaching .. . out of time, out 
of mind, out of space... reaching for the stars to burst in their orbits. 

Ginny's ball-bearing hips were grinding madly, swiveling wildly and 
squirming up to Tony's eager face. His mouth clamped even tighter, for he 
could feel her gigantic climax overtaking her, her snooty cunt trying to 
devour him head first! He felt her hands come down and wreathe her fingers 
tightly in his thick black hair and her wrists that looked so fragile used 
all their hidden strength to shove his face completely up inside her 
frantically sucking pussy. 

Her lips pulled back as loud mewls of reigning pleasure broke from deep in 
her throat. Ginny's hips whipped and churned and writhed and ground insanely 
and her hands tried to shove all of him into that aching lust-crazed hole in 
her lower body, for she knew it was coming. Her clitoris was shorting out, 
the vaginal walls milking and sucking in wildly, the rectum clencing 
convulsively and the first flush was beginning ... 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... OOOHHHHH ... aiiiiiieeeeee ... I'm there! 
I'm cummmmmmming! O O O H H H! OOOOHHHH! AAAAHH!" And then she was jerking 
and straining helplessly against his face as the ancient forces gripped her 
body and the wild cataclysm shook her. Ginny had no more control than if she 
had been a rag doll, caught up and shaken and rattled. The evolutionary 
machinery was at work and she was a helpless victim and participant. The 
giant orgasm ripped through her body savagely and the shaking after-quakes 
rattled her teeth in her head and every cell quaked and trembled. 

While she was still shaking and moaning and almost unconscious with the 
climactic convulsions, Tony crawled up between her long white thighs and 
shoved his paining cock straight into her sucking, flushing cunt that drew 
on his great rod hungrily. He rammed the wails straight down her throat, 
wadding them back in to her lungs with his tongue, heavy with the syrup of 
her own orgasmic juices and she choked and her arms and legs came up to wrap 
him into her quivering body. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

She was hot and she was hollow and that's all Larry cared about. He fucked 
his thick long throbbing prick furiously into her well-cushioned body and 
the padding on Sylvia seemed to make her cunt even smaller as though the 
little pads of fatty tissue had taken up more available room, making her 
tight as hell inside. Great. Tight and hot and willing. That's all the 
goddamned hell he cared about right now. 

He was fuddled with the alcohol and that was good too. He'd already had 
Sylvia once right on the couch just after Ginny left with that greasy, 
unctuous guy. More accurately, Sylvia had practically raped him. That was 
okay too. Shut off the brain. Just shut the damned thing off. 

They were in the big luxurious bed now, a huge king-size sexual romping 
ground made for one thing . . . humping. Larry did just that with increased 
fury and Sylvia was urging him on. "Ohhh ... do it ... do it to me ... fuck 
harder ... fuck it ... yessss ... fuck me with that big cock!" He obliged, 
pounding her like a driving wedge being hammered into her receptive flesh by 
his hard-muscled butt and her tight pussy walls were skinning the very skin 
down his thick shaft. Under that rather too ample flesh, he realized that 
she was really a small woman and the pelvic bones themselves weren't any too 
wide. That's probably why she felt so exquisitely tight and so goddamned 
good. And that generously fleshed but small structured ass of hers knew 
exactly how to wring every ripple of pleasure out of his big pole. 

Larry rose, taking his weight on his knees, and instead of plunging again in 
a straight line into that willing cunt he slowly screwed it in a spiral and 
the hungry pussy gobbled him up greedily. "Ohhhhh . . . lover . .. ooooohhhh 
God, lover!" Sylvia squealed softly. So, she liked that! Well, he could 
arrange other things she'd like too. 

Tony's groin was so hot it felt like it was barely containing the damned up 
blast of a rocket engine. He felt as though he were about to explode but he 
also felt he could fuck her all night and not cum till he wanted to ... and 
he might just do that. Until she was a broken whimpering mass of once high 
and mighty flesh. 

Now Aiello began to grind his hips which bored his hugely hardened prick up 
deeper and deeper into 

Ginny's sopping vagina, still soaking with her orgasm which eased Tony's 
mammoth organ's passage. He felt a faint answering rotation from her 
rubbery, tight walls as her hips circled small and lewdly. His hands caught 
those smooth white curves and moved them with him as he impaled her even 
deeper on his blood-gorged lightning rod that was sparking so maddeningly 
and shooting great streaks of shivering bliss straight up his pole and 
grounding out deep in his gut. 

She was whimpering again beneath him and her black hair had come completely 
loose and undulated over the pillows in billowing ebony waves. Her eyelids 
fluttered open and even in the dim light Tony could see they were as glazed 
and vague and uncomprehending as those of an animal in pain. He jerked his 
massive cock inside the black channel of her passion-tortured body and saw 
an answering flicker in those hazy eyes as the huge bloated head dug at her 
cervix. Her vicious steel bandings of muscle closed even tighter around his 
aching probing tool as her heating body answered in earthy body language. 
They dueled with their fitting clasping organs for long minutes ... jerking 
and clenching and hugging only with their genitals and Tony loved every 
second of it. Jesus! He'd known she was going to be good! He also knew that 
she had a fantastic muscular control that she was probably not even aware 
of. This broad was made for fucking . . . not just because she had the right 
equipment or the right sex, but because she had that extra awareness, that 
extra sensitivity. Dumb dames were just not that good. The bright ones had 
never disappointed him yet. They seemed to know, as they knew a lot of other 
things. Sylvia didn't have this one's polish and class but she was smart 
too. 

Throbbing his enormous shaft deep up inside her white belly deliberately, 
Tony saw a flicker of awakening passion again cross her beautiful face. By 
now her orgasm had completely faded but she was impaled on the power pole 
that was igniting it again and starting her toward renewed hopes of still 
another. He began to saw his cock into her in a rocking rhythm, exulting in 
the pressure of her vaginal chamber that surrounded his pulsing flesh prod. 
Her hips made wider and wider ellipses now, orbiting on the bed, and at 
every complete circle her cervix rubbed and squeezed the quivering sensitive 
head. Christ! How the hell had he lived for so long without swinging? There 
was nothing like a woman you'd never had before. For years he and Sylvia ... 
well, a few little samples here and there but agony over it afterward . . . 
and now he could have any damn thing he wanted and Sylvia could get a little 
strange stuff too . . . and it was great! 

He lengthened his stroke now, drawing his aching, swollen rod almost 
completely out before sending it deep up inside her sweetly clinging pussy 
again. The feel was fantastic! The slow sliding into that dark secret 
between her long thighs and the sensual riot that was going on through his 
nerves was excruciating and so goddamned fucking good! 

Ginny was coming fast now. Her breath was tearing out her luscious 
provocative lips in ragged burdens and she was beginning to moan more 
audibly now as her hips writhed and her arms closed tightly over his back, 
surprisingly strong for all their fragile roundness. Those beautiful shapely 
thighs were pressing into his hips and actively holding him to her just as 
Tony's arms and hands dug under to cup and pull up to him that exquisite 
body. 

Incredibly, the phoenix of desire was rising again from the ashes of Ginny's 
powerful orgasm, brought to her as a gift by Tony's expert mouth that had 
licked her so wildly to a nirvana she had not known existed. She'd read 
about this sort of things in books or at least hints of them and Joe had 
even asked her to let him once and she had blazed at him, crucified him in 
fact, for his dirty little-boy curiosity. She just hadn't known! She 
wondered what other delights her ignorance had deprived her of ... what 
other heights ... what other depravities she'd allow even if she knew about 
them? 

Suddenly it hit her like a blow ... she'd had three men in the last three 
days .. . three different men. The terror was that she had finally, no 
matter how she started out or how she fought, welcomed them all! Ginny Blake 
had enjoyed each one of them, had cried out her passion for them to hear, 
had begged, had groveled ... a slave to her own lusting body. 

She had always prided herself on her independence and determined that no man 
would gain dominion over her as her poor mother had been dominated. Autonomy 
had meant everything to her ... and now she knew the terrible truth. A man 
had only to touch her in the right way ... no matter whether he was friend 
or foe and her own decadent senses did the rest. She was imprisoned in this 
vulnerable flesh that responded and enslaved her soul in this hell. Perhaps 
she'd been secretly afraid for years that this might happen ... which was 
probably why she'd driven herself so hard and had permitted herself so 
little. Her coldness and indifference had driven off many a prospective 
husband. She'd even hated her own beauty, for it brought them swarming in 
droves and it was only her flesh they wanted . . . this same flesh that 
beckoned and welcomed them now. Oh God! 

Even now her whole body was tingling ominously and she knew what that 
portended. Tony's long thickened cock sawed into her and little curls of 
sensitive bliss sheared away in curved planes. That tool of his destroyed 
and built, demolished and resurrected ... and she was only the material ... 
the raw material he fashioned to his lust. Ginny could hear the slicked rasp 
of his throbbing prick go into her with a sucking, slurping sound and smell 
his maleness as sharp as newly oiled metal ... a musky, sweaty, rutting 
smell .. . almost an animal smell despite his cologne. 

How could it be? How could she lie here in this strange Italian man's arms, 
this typical immigrant product so eager to be "in," to be totally American 
that he let his own wife fuck with Larry ... how could she lie here and 
enjoy every depraved and private carnal delight he could devise? 

"Jesus! I had a lot of women in my time ... but, baby ... you're something 
else! My cock's ready to ... come right out ... the back of your throat.... 
Can you feel it, baby?" Tony panted lewdly against her neck, his breath like 
a blowtorch against her white skin, searing and heating her even more. 

When he said the obscene words she did feel it! That long throbbing driving 
cudgel was almost coming out through the back of her neck ... the pressure 
on the little vertebrae at the back of her head was incredible .. . just as 
though that pulsing sword was slicing right up through the middle of her 
quaking body ... impaling her and stabbing straight through her every flesh. 

"Yesss ... I feel ... IT!" and the words came out in a half sob. Oh, God. 
She didn't want to be a whore, a slut, a harlot. Maybe she was even worse 
... they did it for money .. . she was doing it for pleasure . .. for the 
feral, ferociously enchanting lewd and lascivious pleasure! 

Tony could feel the very faint first beginnings of his control begin to 
leave his body and he began fucking into Ginny's eager pussy in 
ever-increasing force. Harder and harder, his balls swelling and feeling 
like they were going to split completely open and leave his cock stranded 
there with no power behind it. Ginny was meeting him each time he slammed it 
home. The vaginal lips of her voracious cunt caressed his hot pole as it 
drove insanely into her and sucked and massaged and chewed on it as it 
retreated. She was a fucking machine, a clasping, smooth-working, 
precision-made, emotionally responsive, lewdly, knowing fucking machine! 

"That's it! Slap it up ... to me, baby .. . buck it up here ... right up ... 
here ... fuck Tony good. Oh. Christ! Goddamn!" 

His salacious plea seemed to intensify the already fevered striving in 
Ginny's frantic loins. Her head ached and tossed, the black hair flying and 
catching in her mouth, for the thoughts were colliding and hurting. She was 
swinging! Swapping mates for all practical purposes just as Clint had 
predicted. Although she wasn't married to Larry she had carnal knowledge of 
him as the ancients put it and she was fucking Tony while Larry was fucking 
Tony's wife, Sylvia. 

All the middle-class mediocrities she'd secretly scorned when she came here, 
the nonentities looking for some newness, some thrill in their barren lives 
... she, Ginny Blake, was one of them. All the rooms in this posh and 
elegant hotel were filled with fucking bodies, strange bodies that would 
never meet again, all fornicating as she was now. The tears came to her deep 
blue eyes again. "Oh God!" she screamed in her agony. Weep and fuck ... 
that's all she'd done for three days. And even as she wept she could feel 
her villainous body reaching up and up and up for the almost tangible 
pinnacle of glorious fleshly ecstasy. 

Tony felt Ginny's cunt drawing and pulling and sucking him feverishly into 
the rising, whirling vortex, the edge that was catching at his nerves and 
guts right now. She would make him cum even if he didn't move a muscle to 
help her. Her fantastic body machinery would do it for him! Her legs were 
flailing and her head flopping insanely as she thrust her grinding milking 
belly up on his sunken cock that plowed her flesh so mercilessly. 

Jesus! He was getting so close. The pressure in his almost bursting balls 
was so intense he felt his entire skin surface slick with sudden sweat. His 
breath was coming in short hot blasts. Tony pounded into her, pinning her 
down even as she writhed and twisted and climbed, digging frantically, 
knowing pay dirt was so close! Deeper and deeper, he drove into her 
quivering, frenzied slit, fucking in a speeding, crazed fury, battering her 
equally frantic cunt with his superior strength. Every muscle and nerve 
ending in Tony's hard body was fiery with the aching anticipation and 
channeled concentration that was turning all the power of his whole brain to 
one blissful end. 

His mouth found hers and he tried to force his lusting tongue in from one 
orifice and his cock straight up through the other till they met in the 
middle of her thrashing body. He could almost make it! Then suddenly he felt 
the first barrier give way. It was a slow-motion crumbling as though time 
were suspended, like the slow explosions of bombs hitting buildings in the 
movies. The head detonated and, at first, almost leisurely, the first walls 
began to give and thrust out in rips and tears and then . . . and then! His 
scrotum suddenly blew up and his sperm went roaring down the constricted 
tunnel of his cannonade cock to burst in a flaming ball of fire deep in the 
subterranean chamber of Ginny's belly! 

"GGG AAAA AA AAAGGGGH H H H H H H!" 

"AAAAAAAAAA .. . MMMMMMMMMMM . . . AAAAEEEE . . . OOOOOOHHHHHGGGGGG!" 

The moment Ginny felt the first blazing fiery stream burst over her 
shattered cervix her own breath caught in her throat and she felt the 
rapturous peak of bliss piece her shaking vitals and she was cumming again 
with Tony. They were soaring off over the Pacific in skyrocketing glory and 
he was bursting and climaxing inside her own exploding womb. Their breaths 
blasted into each other's open mouths as the searing heat consumed them 
both. 

Tony made his way down the carpeted hall, so hushed now and not a soul in 
sight. Cautiously he inserted his key in his own door, and went quietly and 
carefully inside the sitting room. Sylvia and Larry must still be at it! He 
could hear their loud breathing even here ... and the unmistakable sounds of 
fornication. Christ! Larry must be really throwing it to her! He heard 
Sylvia scream and the sound pierced the whole suite. 

He undressed except for his pants and threw his clothes down on the yellow 
sofa that now had a stain on its satin surface. Barefoot, he padded to the 
bedroom door and slipped into the huge room in the shadow behind the 
armoire. When Tony's eyes got used to the dimness he could see that Sylvia's 
body was doubled up high over Larry's naked shoulders. Jesus! No wonder she 
screamed! That guy was not only fucking her in bull-mad rage but his finger 
was fucking her exposed asshole as well! Tony could see it go in and the 
palm slap against her upturned plump buttocks. Larry's cock and finger were 
slamming into Sylvia in well-oiled unison. Both her holes were filled with 
him and he was fucking both apertures mindlessly ... his speed building up 
rapidly. As his prick and finger came out (only to ram in again) Tony could 
see the flesh from Sylvia's cunt and asshole-pull out in little tortured 
pink ridges and then disappear as Larry banged it to her again. By God! That 
was one he hadn't tried himself and even though he was satiated at the 
moment he could feel his limp cock twitch inquiringly, just from watching. 

Very slowly and cautiously, Tony edged around the perimeter of the room, 
hugging the shadows until he reached the safety of the bathroom where he 
could watch without danger of being seen. He'd be hidden behind the thinly 
opened sliver of space as he held the door almost shut. 

Sylvia felt the tearing pain in her rectum grow even more excruciating. 
Defensively, she threw herself up, which only impaled her even further on 
Larry's hugely swollen cock which was already digging ferociously into her 
belly deeper than she could ever remember anybody going. She was stabbed and 
skewered in cunt and asshole! "Noooo ... nnnnooooooo .. ." she screamed, 
sure that something was ripping back there as his long invading finger 
plunged all the way to the palm of her anal passage and it hurt so terribly. 
Oh God! Why had she let Tony pick this couple? There was something strange 
about both of them. 

Larry fucked into her clenching holes frantically, trying to blank 
everything from his soul except the feeling of mindless, blissful, exquisite 
fucking! There was a cruel pleasure in ramming Sylvia's defenseless asshole 
when it was obviously so painful for her . . . but she wanted it every way 
... by God, she was going to get it every way! He knew that soon now she'd 
be feeling the strange lewd pleasure from his rectal ramming. 

Just then he felt her back onto his squirming, digging finger by accident 
and catch her breath as she realized that there was more than pain if she 
accepted it. Soon she was alternately arching and screwing back on his hard 
hand, catching his practiced prick on the rise and backing her asshole down 
over his finger on the retreat. Her "No's" were changing to "Oh's" and the 
keening, mewling, pleading, licentious edge was back in her voice. Soon she 
was screaming, "Harder . . . fuck my ass harder! . . . Fuck it harder!" 

Larry obliged, sending his throbbing, near-bursting rod fucking deep into 
her seething, sucking cunt and his long finger straight into the muscularly 
ringed flesh of her asshole. Harder and harder he drove them into her soft 
resilient body. Both her holes were pulling and milking and sucking on him 
in wild fury as she stretched and reached for the imminent climax that was 
so close. 

Suddenly Larry felt her lurch mightily up to his driving, pillaging 
punishing cock and they both seemed to hang in the air for long minutes. 
Sylvia was holding her breath and when she let it out it was an 
ear-splitting scream that pierced his head and sent the first roar of sperm 
spewing down his long pulsing rod that was suddenly pumping the damned-up 
liquid rapture from his bursting balls through the narrow tiny little tube 
right through his penis and into her sucking belly. 

"EEEEEEEEEE ... OOOOHHHHHHHH ... EEEEEAAAAAA ... CCCCUUUUUMM!" Sylvia was 
screaming over and over and Larry kept pounding both her stretched holes as 
he flooded her deeply hidden hollow with gallons of creamy, scalding sperm, 
his brain numb to everything but the screaming, spewing ecstasy pouring out 
of his. body. 

An eternity later, Larry pulled his finger and his satisfied prick out of 
Sylvia's steaming body, like uncorking a double-stopper bottle, and pulled 
himself wearily on his knees. Finally he made it off the bed and stumbled, 
sweating and naked, into the bathroom. He flipped the light switch on the 
long counter as he hung his still swollen but happy penis over the edge of 
the basin. As he turned on the warm water, he glanced up at the mirror up to 
see Tony standing there grinning. 

Larry looked at his leering face, the black eyes trying to make a joke of 
it. "Voyeur," Larry muttered viciously as he soaped his sticky penis and 
washed it in the warm running water. 

"Hell, no, pal. Just had to pee. Got through a little sooner than you did, 
that's all. Have a good session? Sylvia's really something, right?" 

Larry dried himself and threw the towel on the counter and stalked through 
the bedroom to the sitting room. Sylvia was still lying on the huge rumpled 
bed, naked, her eyes closed against the world. Tony padded barefoot after 
Larry, trying to make amends. For what he wasn't sure. 

Tony sat down on one of the blue chairs and watched Larry dress. He was 
jerking on his clothes like a madman. Suddenly something fell out of his 
pocket and rolled on the floor between them. Tony bent and picked it up. 
Funny-looking little thing. 

"Hey . . . this is one of those little miniature cameras." 

"Yeah. Give it here." 

"Hell, I'm not hurting it, man. If you don't mind my saying so, pal, you're 
jumpy as hell ... particularly for a man who's just had a good fuck." Tony 
was staring at the camera in his hand; his head was suddenly clear as a bell 
and he was seeing his desert property as good as bought and paid for. All 
the pieces fell into place. Sylvia talking about all the important people 
here ... his cousin, Julio, and his .. . well, hell, all the family knew it 
was Mafia even when they tried to hide it. This funny-looking little camera 
could be the key to everything. 

"Get any good shots of this brawl?" Tony asked as casually as he could, his 
heart thudding in his chest. He could have Larry kicked out so fast but he 
wasn't going to. No, sir. They just might be able to do business. 

" 'Cause if you did, we just might be able to do a little business. I might 
be interested in buying them," Tony said slowly, still staring at the 
camera. 

Larry stood with one leg raised to slide into his pants. He had to read this 
bastard fast. For a long minute he looked at him. Finally, he eased his leg 
into his trousers and said casually, "How much?" 

"Oh, like maybe a grand or two." 

Larry knew how much he could get for them from the cheapie magazines and 
schlock hawkers in L.A. and it wasn't anywhere near two grand. But, if Tony 
was offering that, they were worth a lot more. He shook his head. When Tony 
had gradually upped the offer to ten grand, Larry knew he was going to use 
them for blackmail. But ten grand could mean he could kiss the Clarion 
goodbye for a year and work ... really work at what he wanted to do with his 
cameras. He could actually live for a year and maybe two if he was careful. 
So somebody was going to get blackmailed ... so what? Most people were 
blackmailed all their lives into dying at jobs they hated. 

He held out his hand for the camera and slowly Tony put it in his palm. 
"I'll think about it. Let you know before we leave." 

"Tomorrow night... at the big bash ... okay." 

"Yeah." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Clint's hangover still wasn't letting up much. Christ! He couldn't even stay 
home and nurse a proper hangover for fear Natalie would think he was 
malingering. He stared glumly at his calendar. Not a damn thing on it worth 
bothering with. The phone rang and he jumped, the jangling sound 
reverberating in his head. 

"Mr. Handley on the phone, sir." 

"Well ... I ... I'd rather ..." Clint knew very well what Handley wanted. 
Jesus. He could have been spared that today. Shit! He may as well get it 
over with. "All right. Put him on." 

"Clint. How are you, boy?" 

"Couldn't be better, Gus!" Clint boomed back at him, in his heartiest voice. 

"Well, Lucille and I are off to San Diego for a little rest and recreation. 
Just thought I'd call up and see how you were." 

San Diego. His head was swimming but he picked that up. San Diego. It might 
be. It just might be that old Gus and that clothes horse, Lucille, were 
going to the convention. He knew damn well that Gus was going to call for 
the interest on that note Natalie didn't even know about. Clint had to come 
up with something quick ... an offer that would hold Gus off for a while. It 
was worth a try. 

"Why, you old fox!" Clint laughed. 

"I ... uh ..." Gus laughed feebly and changed the subject to his real 
purpose. "Ah ... about that note, Clint ... ah, well ... we really are going 
to have to call for the interest . .. and the principal in the not too 
distant future." 

Sitting in this chair, looking down at the very spot where he had lain Ginny 
Blake after fucking her half to death and remembering what a goddamned good 
fuck she was, Clint thought he had it. He knew what to offer Gus for the 
interest. 

"You and Lucille staying at the Western Executive in San Diego Gus?" 

"Well, Lucille usually handles all that. I ... I imagine. Good hotel, I 
hear. Now back to that loan business. ..." 

Clint swiveled around in his chair and looked down on the ants on the street 
below. The old bastard. Of course that's where he was going. Lucille had 
always been a strange bitch ... but she must go for it. 

"Gus. There's a friend of mine staying at the Western Executive now. Think 
you might like to meet her. Just between us . . . she's the most fantastic 
fuck I've had in years. I'll ... ah ... be happy to ease the way for you ... 
if you're going down." Clint could hear Gus breathing into the phone in the 
long silence. 

"Clint, I'm going down with my wife." 

"Yes, I know. This broad's married. Her husband's with her," Clint lied. 
"He's rather interesting ... sort of the sensitive type." He could feel the 
wheels spinning in poor old Gus's head. 

"I don't know, Clint. There's a lot available these days." 

"Not like this, there isn't. .. not like this." 

"How long am I going to have to wait around for that interest, Clint?" 

Eventually, a deal of sorts was made. Gus was reluctant and Clint 
enthusiastic about Ginny's abilities. Clint heaved a sigh of relief as he 
put the phone back just as Natalie came in the door. She sat down with a 
sigh. 

"What's the matter?" 

Natalie lit a cigarette and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. Clint 
should be pleased that Ginny wasn't cutting it on this assignment. He hadn't 
wanted her to do it in the first place, but it put Natalie in a devil of a 
spot. It was too late to send someone else. 

"This." She waved some pages at him. "You'll be happy to know you were 
right. I should have listened to you." 

Clint grinned. "It's nice to be right about something around here for a 
change. What was I so right about?" 

"Ginny Blake. Her first story just came in. It reads like a sociological 
treatise. I just don't know." Natalie shook her head and handed the papers 
to Clint. "You were right. She should never have been given the Swingers' 
Convention assignment." 

"Pretty bad, I can see." 

"Bad enough that we can't print it ... and it's too late to send someone 
else." 

"Not too late for us." 

Her doe eyes widened and she looked at Clint with new respect. Did he mean 
... there were so many things he could mean by that. He'd been nicer ever 
since ... maybe there was a chance for them. God knows she didn't want to 
have to go through with a messy divorce. 

"Maybe this is a blessing," he went on. "If it helps you realize I do 
sometimes make good decisions ... that I do want to be a real publisher . . 
. that we had a pretty good thing going for awhile and maybe we can again." 

"What are you getting at, Clint?" Natalie said slowly. 

"Just this. I think we should go on down to the convention. You write it. 
The assignment gets done . .. and ... well, hell .. . there are a lot of 
important people there. It might not hurt our marriage a bit . . . part of 
the reason people get involved in these things, I hear. We could get in at 
this late date when we know that no reporter is going to . . . no matter how 
we doctor up a story for them. Besides, who else would be willing to ... 
participate...." 

Natalie looked at Clint in amazement. What he was suggesting would have been 
unthinkable to her even a few months ago but he was planting a seed that was 
rapidly taking root in her mind now. Was she being subtly influenced by the 
relaxing mores around her even when she knew that most of them were only new 
names for old things? God knows their marriage could use some props. She 
wondered. On the other hand, was Clint only using her again to get something 
he wanted? 

"I don't know, Clint. I just don't know." 

He came around the desk and pulled her to her feet. Searching her face 
earnestly and holding her by the shoulders he said, "Let's give it a try, 
Natalie. Let's give us another try." 

Gus Handley had mentally kicked himself all the way from Los Angeles for 
being such a fool and a sucker. Clint had outsmarted him ... or rather 
scared him when he'd guessed that he and Lucille were coming to the 
Swingers' Convention. Gus had panicked and he knew it. It wasn't like him to 
panic. It bothered him. 

Lucille could see that Gus was worried to death about something. Well, the 
next day or so should straighten him out. It was amazing since they started 
swinging. He could be in the blackest possible mood and after one swap 
evening he snapped right out of it. 

She glanced at him as he wheeled the big Lincoln through San Diego traffic. 
A great big bear of a man, tall and heavy through the chest and shoulder 
with a shock of white hair that had been that color since he was 
twenty-five. It was always startling above his tanned well-preserved face. 
Gus worked at keeping trim just as she did. Except for his hair, which she 
loved, you wouldn't think he was in his fifties. He did look successful and 
rich, which he was. It had never really mattered to Lucille that Gus's start 
had been with her family's old money. He'd done far more with it than her 
brothers had done with their share. 

Lucille smoothed her hands over her crossed thighs, long and shapely still 
in the expensive white pant suit, and stretched. It was a very good feeling 
to be rich. She couldn't stand not being rich. Her tall, well-made body 
required good clothes, her shoulder-length streaked blonde hair swinging in 
a deceptively simple cut required the best hairdressers, her lightly tanned 
skin the best dermatologists ... in short the best of everything. At 
forty-nine she knew she looked more like thirty-five and that was a good age 
to stay. A woman was full blown and at her best at thirty-five. Lucille 
intended to stay that way. A full and satisfying sex life was part of the 
best of everything too . .. and now she had that ... and Gus had the inner 
satisfaction having many new women which helped to keep him young. The 
children were grown and gone and now; with swinging, the Handleys had just 
about everything. She sighed and leaned her head back against the soft 
leather seat, wondering what particular "best" man she'd draw at the 
convention. 

A sort of unwritten rule in their own particular group at home said you 
didn't swing together but Gus had begged her to stay with him as long as 
possible. Lucille had but she hadn't followed Gus and Ginny into the 
bedroom. That was going too far, she thought, and besides, Larry was working 
up to the preliminary overtures after a very long discussion about art and 
photography and philosophy. He was a very nice young man ... a bit intense, 
but Lucille liked his hard eyes and unhandsome face. There was more interest 
and more character there. Something terribly important was eating his gut 
too. Probably it wasn't that important but men seemed to take things so 
seriously. 

"You see ... there are some things I've got to do," Larry said a little 
thickly, reaching for his glass on the mantle. The soft but heavy music was 
beating in the background. A slowly insistent drum beat seemed to come right 
up through the carpet into his feet and legs. Bells seemed to shake now and 
then in the weird sound coming from the hi-fi. 

Lucille whirled a little impatiently, her heavy white crepe caftan whirling 
around her ankles, and walked away from him. The time had come. She turned 
back and looked at Larry. He was a little drunk . . . that was sometimes 
necessary with intense young men. She captured his eyes with her cat green 
ones and held his easily, watching the expression change . . . and waiting. 
Her hands fluttered to the front of her caftan, her eyes still holding him 
hypnotically, and she said softly and deliberately, "There are things we all 
have to do ... must do ... want to do." With her last word the heavy silk 
garment that had eovered her from neck to heels fell to the floor in one 
quick movement, revealing her tanned body clad only in the special body 
jewelry. 

Larry's breath snagged in his throat somewhere. That tall sophisticated 
woman, tawny and lynx-eyed, was some primeval reincarnation of sexual woman. 
Her slim arms and legs were spiraled with golden metal flexible snakes that 
wound around her limbs in slim linked sensuality. Her breasts were coiled 
wit! golden snakes too, the tanned skin showing through the spaces of their 
lithe metal bodies and the snake's tongues, thrust out to spit and hiss, 
were Lucille's red rigid nipples. The slim curved hips were draped with 
still another golden snake, larger than the rest, and the striking head 
aimed and seemed to be darting straight into her tawny hair-framed cunt 
lips! 

Her eyes were those of a snake, holding Larry physically rooted to the spot. 
The hips began to writhe to the beat of the music very slowly am gracefully. 
The pelvis made little circles above the swaying thighs and the arms came 
out to undulate as though they were as boneless as the metal snakes that 
wound around her startlingly beautiful body. 

Larry's tongue came out to lick his dry lips He tried to frame words with 
his lips but nothing came out his throat. He swallowed pain fully, setting 
his glass on the table. Never had he seen anything like what his eyes were 
witnessing now. She could have been a pagan goddess come to life, the golden 
snakes some ancient ritual jewelry pointing out the erotic zones of her 
sexuality. Larry was struck dumb ... but not blind ... or stupid. His hand 
felt for the tiny camera. 

Lucille's hips were whirling faster now, whipping round and round and 
grinding faster and faster. With every forward thrust, Larry could feel his 
alcohol-loosened body responding, his cock rising obediently and swelling up 
painfully in his shorts. Hips still shaking like jelly and breasts pointing 
their stiff little tongues at him, Lucille dropped slowly to her knees, her 
body jerking to the beat of the drum. As her body slowly bent back at the 
waist, her long throat arching back till the streaked golden hair fell in a 
waterfall, her thighs spread lewdly and she began to jerk up to some 
invisible cock. 

With her head thrown back like that she couldn't see what Larry was doing. 
Just as her pelvis jerked, he snapped her obscenely decorated naked body and 
hid the camera again in his jacket pocket. Lucille had established a 
definite rhythm and Larry saw that her upper thighs shined with her 
lubrications. Her cunt lips were visible with their frame of golden curls. 
The golden snake head covered most of the pubic hair and as she jerked up to 
that unseen penis, Larry saw that the snake head had a tongue, a ruby tongue 
that was mechanically masturbating her with every upward jerk of her pelvis. 
Larry could see the swollen pussy lips, slick and wet now with her juices, 
and he bent and snapped frantically before she moved or saw him hunching and 
shifting this way and that. Her hand came down and rolled the ruby nipples 
between thumbs and forefingers and pinched their already hardened erections 
to fiery tips. 

Larry's hands were almost completely covering the tiny camera when he heard 
a little scream. Through the wide double doors across the huge living room, 
the bedroom beyond, he saw Ginny streak by, her streaming black hair a shock 
against her white naked figure. Gus was right behind her, his prick hugely 
swollen and bobbing, thrusting out from his hairy brown loins. It was like a 
frieze from Pompeii, indelibly engraved in Larry's eyeballs. They circled 
and came by again and this time he got it. . . the tiny camera clicking 
softly. 

Writhing now with spread golden-striped thighs, Lucille reached her arms up 
to Larry. Lying on the deep white carpet she was like a breathing, moving, 
desiring fertility goddess come to life. Her hands dropped back to offer him 
her snake-coiled breasts, cupping their heaviness up to him. Her eyes were 
hooded but burned under their deep lids into his. Released now that the 
pictures taken, Larry tore his clothes off as he watched the readying woman 
beneath him on the floor, her nipples crimson and rigidly alive, the 
moisture trickling from her swollen pink slit in a tiny silver ribbon, the 
thighs where she'd rubbed them together, glistening with her moisture down 
to the knees. 

The beat of the music was coming through the carpet into her buttocks and 
blending with the throb in her opened juicy cunt. Lucille could feel the air 
on the stickiness of her opened thighs, cooling her to the knees. Her eyes 
never left the young man's face. He was trying so hard to keep it 
expressionless but she read him. The breath caught somewhere in her chest as 
she waited while he stripped. At last, the shorts and trousers came down in 
one fevered strip of clothing and the huge swollen mushroom-headed obscenity 
of his erect penis sprang from his loins. It was enormous and far more 
massive than she could have suspected from his rather slight appearance in 
clothes. God, the boy was built well, and her peripheral vision took in the 
breadth and strength of his shoulders and arms and calves and thighs. 

There was something strange about him, something she had only begun to touch 
with her lewd dance and obscenely ornamented body. She liked his pretending 
toughness, the hard-boiled bit, the aloofness he'd feigned when she'd 
dropped her caftan and wriggled for him. 

Larry stood over her for a moment, drinking in the strange sight of her 
spread, jeweled body. It had been his insistence again that brought them 
here when Gus made the approach. If Ginny insisted on whoring, then by God, 
he was going to get all of his ... and this was one he wouldn't have missed 
for the world. 

He reached down and caught Lucille's naked foot and propped it right on his 
aching, bloated prick that was drooling already with droplets of lust. Her 
toes squirmed and her foot arched like a hand over his throbbing, pulsing 
rod, shoving it up against his belly, where she dug at it lasciviously. 

Larry stood with her foot rubbing into his groin and pulled the long spiral 
gold snake from her long tanned leg, his hands caressing the silken limb as 
he removed the lewd decoration. With her leg up on him like that he could 
see all of her salacious, opened, dripping, pout-lipped pussy, the golden 
hair ringing it and the curls glistening from the love juice her writhing 
naked body was copiously producing. When he had the flexible gold snake 
removed from one leg and coiled into a tight bundle on the carpet, her other 
leg came up to him. 

They had not spoken a word to each other since Lucille had started the 
ancient sexual rite, but their eyes spoke for them. She liked his strange 
silence and didn't want to break it. Her breasts were rising higher and 
higher as her desire-flamed flesh fired to white heat with Larry's slow, 
tantalizing stripping of the body jewelry, for the breath in her was the 
increasing fury of a building hurricane. 

Kneeling over her, eyes still locked on her fine boned face with the wide 
mouth and snake eyes, Larry pulled the coils from her breasts and left them 
bare and bountiful mounds that were firm and pointed with lust, fire-tipped 
and luscious. Throwing the golden snake coils aside, he grabbed his hot, 
pulsating rod and painted round the ripe breasts in spirals where the gold 
had been, his cock head leaving a tracing of seminal fluid. As he got all 
the way up to the lava-hot nipples, burning redly, he jabbed the glowing 
head right into the nipple points, turning them inward with the thrust. 

"Ahhh ... ahhhhh!" She moaned, the deadly eyes flickering and rolling back. 
Larry could not see her face as he threw himself onto her unadorned 
nakedness and sank his teeth viciously into the soft, firm peaks of her 
breasts, the nipples inside his mouth, the teeth devouring them. 

"GAAAGGHHHHH ... HHHHUHHHH ... MMMGGGG!" The unintelligible sounds were 
forced from her throat as Lucille felt the daggers of Larry's teeth sink 
into her flesh, isolating the hard sensitive nipple in his blast-furnace 
mouth. The sharp hot little swords of his teeth seemed to stab right 
straight through her body to her quivering cunt, hook the flesh there, and 
draw inward. The pain-pleasure wounds from his ferocious mouth went deep, 
deep into her body, but the gush from inside her was not blood but honeyed 
love juice, sluicing her pussy deliciously. 

When he finally pulled his mouth from those hungry breasts, Larry's parched 
throat was coated with the essence he had sucked and bitten and chewed from 
her generous flesh. Jesus! This was no ordinary middle-aged female! She'd 
never looked it for one moment, but he'd thought that since the children 
were grown, that perhaps she might be nearer Gus's age than she looked ... 
but those breasts were too tenderly firm and soft, too upstanding and proud. 
She was ripe and luscious and imaginative and ready! He squeezed those 
volcanic cones in his hands as he slid down further between her opened 
thighs, coming to rest with his nose inches away from the opened slick, pink 
pussy. 

Gus was getting tired of this goddamned chasing game and it was going to end 
mighty damn fast. Nevertheless, he realized that the exercise had pumped the 
blood in roars through his body and he couldn't remember having such an 
erection before ... not in years. It looked like a bull's prong. Partly, 
too, it was the thought of fucking this pink-titted, pink-pussied 
white-skinned, black-haired Venus, that he kept catching briefly and holding 
and fondling and kissing and caressing ... and then she'd manage to break 
his hold again. Well, by God, not this time. He was going to run her 
straight into the living room this time and if Lucille and Larry were still 
there ... then, tough shit! 

Ginny's melon-sized white breasts were heaving with her laboring breath that 
pumped in and out of her body with the exertion of eluding this tan-faced 
white-haired man. She'd been betrayed again. That black-hearted bastard, 
Larry, had betrayed her again! She still couldn't believe it. 

After Tony had left, she'd scrubbed herself raw to try and get clean again, 
then put on a long-sleeved high-necked nightgown, and lay staring into the 
darkness. She'd heard Larry creep in and undress in the dark and crawl into 
the other bed. Her churning emotions had numbed and stricken her completely 
dumb. When she thought he was asleep, he suddenly started talking about his 
plans and hopes and dreams. His voice was saying things she was sure he 
couldn't say except in the blessed darkness. It had been as though he were 
talking to her soul and her silence had reassured him. Gradually, her anger 
and outrage had eased and she had felt her feeling for him come back 
tenfold, the tears slipping down her cheeks silently in the dark. She'd been 
overcome with his strangely soothing voice and her own forgiveness of his 
behavior. It had all been in the abstract with no specifics of any kind, but 
she had felt that he'd been describing a life he wanted with her ... a house 
in the country, his darkroom, a vegetable garden, lots of books and a 
fireplace and maybe a cow. It was she who had added in her own mind, she 
realized now, a study for her where she could write her books and columns 
and articles, children, and a copper pot and white-curtained kitchen. 

And now, here she was battling this old fart while Larry was no doubt again 
laying a woman he'd never seen before. The hellish fiend! She wanted to 
murder him with her bare hands! 

She tried to dart away as she saw Gus coming for her again. He was naked and 
his obscene erect penis stood out in mammoth terrorizing strength from his 
brown loins. All she wanted was to get out of this nightmare, this hell, 
this purgatory where she had lost all sense of time and decency and worth. 

Gus caught her and crushed her naked loveliness into him, kissing her 
reddened full mouth fiercely and feeling his huge cock jerk against her soft 
white belly. He tongue-fucked her to the beat in his aching shaft mashed so 
maddeningly between them. Christ! He had to shove it into the pink 
passion-inciting pussy of hers soon! 

All the now familiar sensations were taking over her body again and Ginny 
knew she would soon lose her grip entirely and a fourth man would be added 
to the growing list. If she had buried herself in work before, she'd been 
only a dilettante compared to what she would do now, if she ever got out of 
this inferno of corruption. She knew that if she didn't, her very sanity 
might be endangered. 

With the superhuman strength born of desperation she shoved Gus as hard as 
she possibly could and ran into the living room. She didn't care if she had 
to run naked through the streets of San Diego to get out of here! As she was 
wrenching the huge knob in her hand, the after vision of what she'd seen 
running through the room flashed into her head again. Larry! Larry and 
Lucille, naked on the thick carpet ... with their mouths sunk in each 
other's genitals! Animals, sucking each other in the groin... rutting, 
fucking, sucking, sniffing animals! 

Something jerked on her wrist and she was flung away from the door in the 
split second she hesitated. Ginny landed against the silk back of a coral 
chair. It was a low chair and she landed so hard that she almost went right 
on over but she caught herself on the low arms, her thighs against the low 
back, bent at the hips, her upper body hanging over the edge. 

Gus stood panting by the door. The fury was boiling up in him like a drying 
kettle on a hot stove. Not only was he furious at this "timorous" maiden act 
but even more, he was furious with Clint Greer for selling him this bill of 
goods and much, much more with himself for falling for it! 

The red haze of anger cleared enough for Gus to see Ginny hanging over the 
back of the chair where he'd flung her. The smooth round white moons of her 
beautiful buttocks were turned upward, halved by the spine and exposing a 
tight-puckered, crinkled, hairless little asshole. She was hanging there, a 
ripe exquisite creature ... those buttocks like firm big peaches made for 
biting. He had to give Clint one thing ... Ginny looked like what he said 
she was ... but she hadn't performed the way he said she would. But by God, 
she was going to! The tiny crumpled little asshole beckoned him like a moth 
to the glow of a light bulb. 

"You had to do it the hard way, bitch! And that's just the way I like it!" 
Gus muttered low and hard, the menace unmistakable in his voice. His face 
was a grotesque mask of furious lust as he grabbed the silken smooth halves 
of Ginny's buttocks and spread them with his strong hands. Leading with his 
hugely swollen prick, he walked up a step and aimed the head right at the 
center of her puckered pink flesh. 

Ginny tried to stand up but she was held down by Gus's ever-persistent 
hands. Her eyes were glued in horror to the coupled bodies that looked 
almost like a four-legged obscene creature from another age, and at first 
she wasn't aware that Gus was holding her in this lewd position. Then she 
felt the moist head, rubbery and velvety, pushing at her rectum. He was 
trying to fuck her in the rear! What kind of maniacs had she been caught 
with? 

She twisted and turned, trying to see what Gus was doing ... but just then 
she felt an agonizing pain rip through her anus. A hot dagger point was 
shoving her rectal channel, lewdly and wantonly spreading the tight flesh 
before its slicing, stabbing head. The picture of Gus's mammoth organ came 
into her head as she felt its gigantic size against her tender flesh. She'd 
be split in two . . . ripped completely apart! Torn and bleeding and 
mutilated! 

Gus looked down then . . . only now aware of the writhing bodies on the 
carpet. Lucille was on all fours over Larry's lean body, her wide mouth 
trying to contain all of the boy's rearing young cock, sucking it, tonguing 
it, kissing it. Her cunt was sunk over Larry's face and he was licking her 
from asshole to clit and back again, licking her like ice cream and smacking 
his lips between licks to catch all her delicious melting lubrications. The 
moans that were spilling around the edges of their busy mouths were muffled 
and unintelligible. Jesus! They were eating each other up! 

He grunted then, a deep animal sound from his thick chest, and thrust his 
hips forward hard, sending his thick steel shaft against the resistant, 
tiny, ring-muscled asshole. Gus dug his fingers into Ginny's satin hips and 
battered against the clenching, quivering fright-puckered hole. 

"NOOOO . .. OOOOO . .. NNNNNOOOOO . .. oh, NO ... please!" Ginny screamed as 
she felt the brutal, ramming rod shove further into her tiny passage that 
was never made to accommodate such a cudgel. He was going to do it! Gus was 
going to fuck her in the asshole ... like an animal, a beast, a low and 
demented, foul and craven creature. 

Ginny's hands gripped the chair arms with white knuckles as she tried to 
stand the tearing, searing pain that was ripping through her. The terror was 
clutching at her middle with an equally fierce grip and she felt the sobs 
shriek out her throat. They sounded inhuman even to her own ears. 

"OWWOOHHHHOOOIIIIEEEEEOOOO!" 

Larry heard the screaming wail, the chilling howl, and pulled his mouth out 
of Lucille's quivering cunt briefly to see what had happened. Ginny hung 
over the back of a chair, her long black hair hanging on either side of her 
face like a spaniel's ears, and her face twisted grotesquely in what 
appeared to be agonizing pain. She was howling like a banshee. Then he saw 
what Gus was doing. Christ! He was trying to force, to stuff, to shove that 
long thick cock of his into her asshole. From the look and sound of Ginny, 
it obviously wasn't made to go there. 

Lucille was sucking gluttonously on Larry's hot throbbing pole when she felt 
the hair rise on the back of her neck at the eerie scream close by. She 
looked up to see Ginny slung like a sack of potatoes over a chair back and 
Gus fucking her strenuously, or trying to, in the asshole. His face was 
contorted and he was straining and shoving, trying to ram the full length of 
his huge penis right up that poor girl's ass. Then Lucille felt Larry's 
lascivious tongue dive back into her seething pussy and the surge of 
tantalizing fire raced through her nerves again. She dropped her head onto 
his lovely big love stick. 

Ginny knew she'd never be able to stand it... he was ripping her flesh 
completely apart! She could feel his thick long cock trying to burn its way 
right up her rectum. Oh God! The tears were streaming down her face now and 
the sobs were animal wails blubbering out her mouth. 

Suddenly, without benefit of any mercy whatsoever, Gus lunged and Ginny felt 
the excruciating agony, a pain so unbearable that she gagged on her own 
breath. Then her scream came out on a high note, like cloth tearing against 
the grain. She twisted and shook her bottom to get free of the vicious 
instrument that was reaming her anus in senseless torture, but Gus was 
gouging her hips with his great hands, digging his fingers into the tender 
hip flesh. Even Ginny's tiniest movement impaled her even further on that 
brutal shaft, forcing it deeper and deeper into her punished back passage. 

"Shove it back ... push your ass back, you crazy bitch!" Gus commanded, 
straining his hips even further forward. He grunted with satisfaction as her 
hard ring of muscle gave way with a popping and stretching as he forced his 
thick throbbing pro into the resistant flesh. With one last heave, he ground 
his cock all the way up inside the vise-tight depths of her constricting 
channel. He could feel his balls slap against the backs of her thighs as her 
round buttocks flattened with his onslaught. 

Her soul had been tortured these last few days ... more tortured than it had 
ever been before, and now it was her lusting body's turn to feel punishment 
and the torment, she thought. Oh God. She deserved it. Ginny Blake deserved 
it. No matter what Gus did to her, she deserved it for her whoring, sluttish 
enjoyment of the men she'd had. 

"Shove your ass back on it . .. push it back to me!" Gus grunted. 

Ginny felt the horror as well as the unbelievable pain, for she was impaled 
to the hilt. Her thighs were splitting apart with the wracking, incredible 
pressure ... she'd never live through it! She was being sodomized in the 
same room with Larry who was oblivious to her screams and torture, his mouth 
sunk in the other woman's pussy. He didn't care. He never had. He was 
punishing her too . . . and, oh God, yes . . . she knew that she deserved 
every agonizing second of the torment that was being perpetrated on her 
harlot's body. 

The breath was being propelled through Ginny's lungs in uncontrollable sobs 
and she was grateful for any breath at all ... if only she could stand the 
terrible punishment. She must let the punishment fit the crime. Shaking and 
shuddering, her head sank completely onto the chair seat. She was almost 
senseless with the pain. 

Gus was panting hard now as he began to race in and out of Ginny's rectal 
passage from the tip of the puckered hole, now forever stretched, to the 
very depths of her white belly. Jesus! He'd never been in anything so tight! 
His whole thick length of bloated, rigid cock was clenched and squeezed 
almost painfully and the insane pressure was causing obscene pleasure to 
pulse through his nerves in hot waves. 

His heavy prick was soaring deep up into her roundly stretched asshole with 
chastising brutality. She almost welcomed the awful pain, for it was 
bringing her the catharsis of atonement ... and she found she was able to 
help Gus punish her by shoving her ass back on that vicious spike as he 
asked. Suddenly it was no longer a matter of merely enduring the pain, for 
strange tingles were now blended with the agony. There was beginning to be 
obscene pleasure, a weird flush of pleasure starting to glow. Ginny began 
waving her ass back solidly on his hard thrusts and she could hear him 
groaning and grunting gratefully as her anal passage clenched and massaged 
his hard ramming pole. 

Ginny felt one of Gus' heavy hands curling around her breast and the fingers 
of the other slide into her moist pussy as he slammed his throbbing cock 
into her rectum with ever-increasing fury. The pace was quickening and she 
pushed back eagerly, for the glow was spreading as his hands caressed and 
pinched and rubbed in time with the reaming of her ass. 

Larry buried his face in the wet heaven of Lucille's grinding, lascivious 
cunt, his tongue fucking into that pulsating pink passage in deep thrusting 
stabs. Her mouth was sucking on his pulsing cock wildly, taking it deeper 
and deepe into her pseudo womb, enclosing it in the dark mysteries, her lips 
clamping around it jealously. He could still see in his mind's eye the 
incredibly salacious sight of Ginny being fucked in the ass with Gus' great 
prong and the pain-etched lines in her beautiful face. Jesus! It increased 
his already inflamed and rapturous sensations that were overtaking and 
overcoming his whole organism . .. body and soul. 

She could feel the enormous throbbing shaft in her mouth swell even larger 
and Lucille sucked even harder, taking Larry's cockhead into the back of her 
throat and employing all the muscular wonders of her mucus-lined mouth. Oh 
God! He tasted so delicious when his tongue fucked deeply into her aching, 
churning cunt. It was as though that tongue came all the way through her 
body and out her throat. She found she could tuck her swinging hair behind 
her ear and suck and lick the beautiful prick between her lips at the same 
time she could watch Gus slamming his thick shaft into Ginny's ass. God! 
That looked marvelous! She'd make Gus do that to her. Her own asshole 
twitched and drew inward at the thought as Larry clamped his hot lips 
completely around her quivering clitoris. 

Ginny threw her hair back fitfully as she felt the familiar burning, 
building bonfire of sensation in her loins. Gus teased and massaged and 
circled and rubbed her erect and quaking little clit, while the heavy club 
of his prick rammed her stretched and sore backside. Larry's long glistening 
cock was racing in and out of Lucille's working mouth and Ginny could feel 
her own throat close convulsively. Ginny's thighs spread instinctively and 
Gus' hand probed her cunt harder. She felt his fingers torturing her hard 
little nipple and the shooting stabs of pleasure flew through her. 

Goddamn! Clint was right after all. Ginny was the most fantastic fuck in Los 
Angeles! Gus threw his heavy body against her, sending his throbbing, aching 
near-bursting rod catapulting down her tight channel, his balls slapping 
soundly against her thighs. His hands were full of seeping pussy and heaving 
breast. His eyes were glued on the salacious sucking, scouring mouths on 
organs as Larry and Lucille writhed on the floor, while his own cock was 
being clasped by the powerful fist of muscle in Ginny's asshole. Goddamn! 
Christ a mighty! This was the fuckingest fuck he ever hoped to have! 

Lucille's ass was waving high as she waggled her cunt over Larry's 
beautiful, merciless tongue and lips. She ground it down on that life-giving 
tongue prick that was fucking her so wildly and increased the pressure of 
her mouth on his long phallus. It was close ... so close, and she wanted to 
make him shoot his thick, endless stream of cum deep into her belly when she 
came. Her teeth skinned the foreskin and bit the head gently, then her head 
bobbed up and down deeply, taking the thing down the slide of enchantment 
into her throat. She could hear Larry's mounting moans as he tongued and bit 
and chewed gently on her pulsating clit and deep humming moans came out her 
own throat. 

There had never been anything like having both orifices fucked at once! 
Ginny's cunt and ass were being simultaneously fucked and her nipples 
bruised delectably by this great giant who used her so unmercifully and so 
well. Her body was a vessel he filled and the fulfillment was growing 
rapidly. The thought of his heavy cock shooting the liquid bullets of sperm 
into her anus suddenly excited her wildly. She arched against his hand in 
her pussy, then backed onto his throbbing flesh knife in her backside. 
Forward and back ... forward and back! 

Punishment, atonement, shame, sorrow ... they were nothing! There was only 
the rapture, the ecstasy, the bliss ... that oblivion that awaited when she 
would burst and drift then into the spaciousness of nothingness. Oh God! It 
was soon ... soon! Ginny bucked and backed, arched and pushed frantically 
against the fevered hand and cock. 

Suddenly Lucille felt the soaring, climbing, bursting, exploding blossom of 
orgasmic pleasure erupt in her frenzied cunt and she was propelled skyward 
and arcing into space. "G-A-A-A-A-AD-D-D-D-D-D-D-H-H-H-H! I'm 
CCCCCUUUUUU-UUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGG!" Her head pulled back and the screams were 
forced from her throat under the searing pressure of the explosive beauty 
that filled her cells. The spasms shook her and her hips lewdly lurched 
harder into Larry's laboring mouth that was slathered with her cum juice. 
Her mouth came down on his huge frantically quivering cock and she pulled 
and sucked and chewed it feverishly. 

Immediately Larry's grotesquely swollen penis burst in Lucille's mouth that 
worked doggedly to swallow all his boiling, streaming, spewing sperm that 
roared from the tortured chambers of his bloated balls. Christ! Great groans 
of ecstasy echoed in his heaving chest as he continued to suck her 
convulsing cunt and fuck it deeply with his tongue. It clenched and milked 
and clasped as he shot vats of creamy scalding cum into her choking throat. 

Gus and Ginny sawed frenziedly and miraculously came almost on the same 
agonizing pinpoint of time. "AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH . . . 
EEEEEEEEEE .. . AAAAAAAHHHHH ... I ... I . . ." Ginny felt her pussy peak 
and clench convulsively and she was laved by that massive ocean of feeling 
that lifted and broke into a million points of white foam, spraying and 
evaporating, shooting and falling, crashing and colliding! She was cumming! 
Oh dear God! She was cumming on and on and on and the mighty orgasm was 
drowning her tired brain and whipping her exhausted flesh to never-ending 
agonizing ecstasy. Her cunt bucked feverishly, trying to make the digging 
hand meet inside her body the thrusting cock in her ass. 

The moment Ginny's great orgasm wracked her, Gus felt his own body respond 
automatically to the signal and .he went off like a huge rocket, streaking 
into the space continuum at an incredible speed. Light flashed in his head 
and his balls burst with the pressure and fired great roars of blinding, 
blistering semen spurting in white lightning streaks deep inside Ginny's 
convulsing rectum. "CCCUUUMMMM ... FUUUCCCKKKK! CHRIST! FFFUUUCCCCKKK!" His 
hips were pile drivers, beating the great, burning, bursting weapon into her 
pulsating, milking asshole. He was filling her anal canal with all the 
energy his huge body could produce and his hand could feel the sloshing 
wetness come through her body as he dug his fingers into her avid cunt. 
Jesus! She was the best goddamned fuck in the world! 

In rapid succession, they each went off and the screams were the staccato 
explosions of rapture as their bodies shook and their brains shorted out 
while their organs pumped the carnal bliss and emptied them. The breathing 
was like heavy engines straining with too heavy loads for their capacities. 
Gradually, the lungs eased and the breaths grew shallower, and at last they 
were silent, chests barely moving, and the clock on the mantelpiece ticked 
eternity away. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It hadn't been as easy as Clint thought it would. The Western Executive had 
been downright snotty until he'd greased the right palms with outrageous 
amounts of cash and finally a room was found for him and Natalie. Natalie 
was outraged, but Clint understood these things. 

The carpeted halls were eerie in their almost swaddled silence . . . every 
door with a DO NOT DISTURB sign hanging on it. Must have been a hell of a 
night last night! You could practically hear the exhausted bodies sleeping 
it off behind closed doors. 

At least the room was good ... damn good, in fact. Natalie quickly unpacked 
and set to work. There were some kind of costumes to scare up for the Roman 
banquet tonight which was the big event of the Swingers' Convention. Check 
over Ginny's copy for tomorrow's paper to see if there was anything 
salvageable. A hairdresser appointment. And she really should try and ferret 
out some of the women in the coffee shop. 

"I'm going to scout a little, honey. See you back here about five." Clint 
dropped a quick kiss on Natalie's forehead as she looked up from the 
telephone. Well, at least Clint was out from underfoot, she thought with 
relief. She smiled and waved him off. 

Ginny typed doggedly at the leather-topped desk, the sheer curtains 
billowing and the sound of the fountain spraying and splashing outside the 
window. The Swingers' Convention was a far bigger story than she had 
originally conceived it. She couldn't possibly cover all the implications in 
a few newspaper articles. It was only an outline really. Sometime, she'd 
like to do a book on the whole incredible subject. There was so much she 
didn't know ... so much she'd like to research ... so many people she'd like 
to interview. Her hands stopped with her dreaming and the sound of the 
fountain took precedence. Her eyes strayed to the bed with the bundles of 
fabric and clumps of braid yardage. A white jersey for her and a soft brown 
velour for Larry. She still had that to figure out, how it should be draped 
and held together. The research was really the only reason she was going to 
the damn banquet tonight. 

Sylvia sat under the hair dryer and the clips were pinching her ears 
painfully. The hot blast of air was burning her neck and she shoved the 
towel higher to protect her skin, being careful to use only the tips of her 
fingers. Her nails did look wild with that gold-frosted polish. Boxes and 
bags by her feet contained her dress for tonight and shoes and new make-up. 
She'd sure been lucky to find that, dress. It even looked kinda Roman. 
Tony's eyes had goggled at that gray thing of Ginny's the other night, the 
way it was cut so low. Well, wait till he saw this! It was really hardly 
more than a draped long skirt made out of gold-sequined fabric with 
gold-sequined suspenders attached that ran up the middle of her tits and 
over the shoulders. No sides, no back, no front ... just two strips of 
sequins! All they did was cover the nipples and not much more! God, she was 
so lucky to have Tony. He never said a word about what she spent. He wanted 
her to look nice and he didn't care what it cost. Not like those stingy 
bastards some of her girl friends were married to. 

Walking away from the mirror with her head twisted back, so she could see 
the effect of the back of the dress when she walked, Lucille noted the firm, 
ripe, controlled curves of her buttocks under the clinging beige chiffon. 
She'd had it made in Paris for that party in Rome last year. The body of the 
dress was only thinly lined in matching silk and you could almost see the 
crack of her ass through the sheer soft material. But the front was the 
kicker. The underlining came up under the chiffon in curved points and 
stopped, like the green curves of a flower stem just where the actual flower 
burst out. Paris had achieved the same effect by letting the skin-colored 
chiffon alone veil her naked breasts as they sprouted out in ripe blooms. 
There was a long drape of matching chiffon attached to one shoulder that 
could be flung across to cover and conceal when she was feeling coy, but 
Lucille didn't think tonight would be one of those infrequent occasions. She 
noted the firm upstanding voluptuousness of her breasts through the 
enhancing but transparent chiffon. Every cent she'd paid that marvelous 
doctor had been worth it. Her breasts looked like those of a very ripe 
eighteen-year-old with unusually strong pectoral muscles, the nipples almost 
tilting up in their eagerness and firmness. Yes, the dress would do nicely. 

Larry loped along slowly. He'd prowled the bars around the hotel, the coffee 
shop, the lobby, the mezzanine and, so far, not a sign of Tony. Well, maybe 
it wouldn't look too good to be too damned eager anyway. The more he thought 
about the offer ... the chance to actually leave the paper and do his own 
stuff ... the more excited he became. He could go up to Carmel and take a 
few seminars. He could even do that research he'd always wanted to try, on 
the methods of the really great photographers. God, the whole world could 
open up for him. Well, if Tony wasn't around now, he would be tonight. Larry 
knew there was a risk, maybe even a pretty big one, but there came a time 
when you had to do it, no matter what the cost. 

Tony sweated in a cramped phone booth all morning on the far side of town. 
Finally he got through the intricate subterfuges he had to use to get to 
Julio. He had a few beers between calls to keep from dying of thirst, but 
now it was set. It was the names he ticked off to Julio that did it. God 
bless Sylvia. He really couldn't do without her. He wouldn't have recognized 
those people in a million years. Now he had to get back to Larry and check 
out the shots of the ones he might have missed ... but what he didn't have, 
Tony was sure Larry could get tonight. Then by God, he'd be in business. All 
Tony had to do was turn over the stuff to Julio and he'd do the rest ... all 
the notes, all the threats, all the dirty work. And Tony would just sit back 
and let the money flow in till he had enough for the desert property. 

The two men in the corner of the Western Executive talked so low they were 
almost whispering. Clint grinned again expansively, "Gus, when are you ever 
going to believe me when I tell you something?" 

Gus leaned forward eagerly. "But Clint, how many guys do you believe when 
they tell you a broad's great?" 

"Not many, I'll admit," Clint chuckled. 

"But I'm telling you. After looking at some of these others in the hall ... 
boy! Of course, your filly may have taken ten years off my life, but it was 
worth it!" 

"To all the broads who shorten our lives ... a short but a merry one!" They 
touched glasses with a resounding clink. 

"Three extra months on the interest, Clint." 

"Six." 

"Come on, Clint, that's too much." 

"Not for an extra go tonight, it isn't." He drank slowly, his eyes lowered 
casually to his glass. 

Gus thought about last night, that smooth white ass with the gripping 
miniature asshole. He felt his balls tighten just thinking about it. "You're 
on. Once more tonight and you get six months." Their glasses clinked again 
briefly and they leaned back in their chairs. 

The Versailles ballroom of the Western Executive had been transformed into a 
Roman banquet hall. The crystal chandeliers had been left unlit and the 
marble fireplace at the end of the huge room covered with mock columns. Oil 
lamps and huge candles on other fake columns lit the place softly. The 
beautiful polished dance floor was littered with low Roman couches with 
tables in front of them. They were arranged in an ellipse facing a central 
dais, a rectangular platform covered with fake fur. The low couches were 
made for eating at one's ease, one end angled up to allow for leaning. 
Laurel wreaths were placed on the low tables and steaming hand towels were 
in low covered bowls on warmers. The innumerable bowls and platters of 
delicacies had no forks accompanying them. 

The banners usually displayed at convention banquets were not in evidence. 
Instead, a huge frieze of the drawings from Pompeii had been strung along 
the walls. These were the real evidence that identified this as the 
Swingers'" Convention, for they showed copulating couples in every 
conceivable posture. They were reproduced in burnt umber line on parchment 
which lent an air of antiquity and thus acceptance and respectability by 
implication. 

The soft strange music of bells and the pipes of Pan filled the room from 
unseen speakers hidden in the columns. It was more Greek than Roman but who 
would know? As the couples began drifting in, feeling somewhat foolish in 
their makeshift Roman draperies and togas, the pomp and ceremony of trumpets 
took the place of the soft lyre and bells. 

Seeing the other costumes, Ginny was proud that her white jersey and Larry's 
brown velour looked quite authentic. His was simply a length of fabric 
wrapped and caught on one shoulder with a heavy gold brooch of hers. It 
reached to his feet. Hers was three lengths of white silk jersey caught at 
strategic places with blue strips of braid and ribbon. One length served as 
a stole to drape around the shoulders. The other two were gathered at the 
shoulders with ribbons and flowed down in a deep V and the ribbons and braid 
wrapped her slender-ness from just under the bust to the waist in crisscross 
fashion. At every step, the jersey parted to show long glimpses of white 
thigh. 

The festivities began with a welcoming speech by the master of ceremonies 
who was dressed in a blue toga and sandals, his bald head crowned with a 
laurel wreath. "Friends . . . Romans . . . countrymen ... lend me your 
ears," he declaimed. "I don't come to bury anything . . . and I have nothing 
but praise for the first annual Swingers' Convention in history. How about 
it?" A roar of applause arose, including a few cat calls and whistles. 

"Now, I'm going to give your ears back ... I just want to say that we got a 
lot of things in store for you folks this evening . . . but I know you want 
to feast on all this delicious food .. . and watch the show . . . so . . . 
eat, drink and be merry!" 

Ginny was nervous and anxious for the whole thing to be over. She picked at 
her food, very uncomfortable with Clint and Natalie Greer on a couch next to 
her. Their arrival had shaken the last vestige of her poise. Larry sat with 
her but he was not there in spirit. The Greers hadn't really said anything 
about Ginny's stories but she could feel they weren't too pleased. Tony and 
Sylvia and 

Gus and Lucille had couches close by. Everyone had a little difficulty 
trying to eat and half recline at the same time. Eating with one's fingers, 
lying down instead of sitting up at a table was somewhat difficult for 
everybody. Most of the men simply sat on the couches, hunched forward with 
their elbows on their knees, looking uncomfortable. 

The drinks helped and the wine. By the time the "vestal virgins" went up on 
the dais to dance in diaphanous draperies the crowd had loosened up 
enormously. Laurel wreaths were beginning to slip and sandals fell off 
dangling feet. Empty wine bottles were replaced quickly and it began to feel 
more like a Roman banquet. Some of the crowd started roaming from one couch 
to another. The laughter grew louder and the conversation rose to a rumble. 
Here and there, hands were cupping breasts or buttocks, arms around waists, 
heads on shoulders, lips on lips. 

Larry and Tony seemed deep in conversation. Gus kept pulling Clint's blue 
robe insistently, making whispered comments and looking straight at Ginny. 
Lucille's head kept turning as if she were looking for someone. Her breasts 
showed clearly through the sheer chiffon, her scarf thrown back over her 
shoulder. Sylvia was drunk and her speech thickened, the sequin straps over 
her shoulders slipping to reveal her full breasts. Natalie kept making 
little notes on a pad from her purse. Ginny expected them to start drifting 
out by twos and wondered how soon she could decently leave. She had already 
decided she'd excuse herself to go to the ladies' room and simply not come 
back. She'd had enough of the Swingers' Convention to last a lifetime. 

Tony and Larry rejoined the ladies, seemingly having come to an agreement 
about something. Everybody was a little drunk by then. Ginny realized that 
even though she'd tried to be careful, she too was a little high. 

The music suddenly blared with trumpets and then died as hidden spotlights 
bathed the dais in light and the master of ceremonies was back ags in. "Now, 
folks, you're going to have to lend me your ears again. We've got a big 
surprise for you! As you know, in old Rome, they used to choose the most 
beautiful maidens as vestal virgins. This was a great honor. They presided 
at ceremonies and rituals and generally lent their beauty to all kinds of 
auspicious occasions. Now swingers don't hold with virgins ... and actually, 
it turns out the Romans didn't either. Their vestal virgins would have been 
called courtesans in any other age. Then there was Caesar's wife ... who had 
to be above reproach. Well, what some folks get reproached for, swingers 
think is a pretty sensible approach. We're kinds practical people ... so ... 
without further ado ... we're going to introduce what the committee has 
decided is the most beautiful wife here. We don't believe in virgins or 
ordinary wives, but we sure do believe in swingers' wives! And here she is 
... the most beautiful wife at the first annual Swingers' Convention! Ginny, 
honey ... would you come up here?" 

Ginny felt the waves of applause and no matter how she protested, willing 
hands urged her forward and she was swept up on the dais in the blinding 
spotlight before she knew really what was happening. She could only blink 
and feel a fraud, since she wasn't even a wife. It was all so tasteless and 
she wanted only to get down, to get away from all those eyes on her under 
that blazing light. 

The thin clinging white jersey only enhanced her full breasts, slim waist, 
and curved hips. She felt naked under the glaring lights she stood with 
downcast eyes, trying to smile uncertainly to the applauding audience now 
and then. 

"Now a woman isn't a wife until she had a husband ... so we want to honor 
Ginny's husband, Larry . . . the lucky dog! Larry, buddy . . . where are 
you?" The bald master of ceremonies peered into the gloom of the audience. 
And Larry too was pushed forward and onto the dais. Ginny's humiliation was 
complete now. 

The master of ceremonies replaced the laurel wreath with gold crowns and the 
applause went on and on. Larry was just drunk enough to get-a kick out of 
the whole fraud. He kissed Ginny's hand and bowed, then grabbed her around 
the waist and kissed her long and passionately while the audience screamed 
its approval and Ginny tried surreptitiously to get free of his hard arms. 

"Larry, old buddy, feel free." The master of ceremonies was patting Larry's 
shoulder and had his arm companionably around Ginny's waist. "You must have 
missed this lovely thing for the last few days .. . you've had to be mighty 
generous with her. Now your turn has come. Every dog has his day ... and 
this is yours!" 

The lights lowered dramatically and the dais glowed now with soft light. The 
music built up to a crescendo as the master of ceremonies turned to Ginny, 
reached out and with one quick motion of his hands, ripped off white jersey, 
and Ginny stood cowering and naked, trying futilely to cover her nakedness 
with her hands. She heard another rip, then Larry was naked too, bewildered 
but not embarrassed. "I give you ... the most beautiful swinger wife and her 
swinger husband, Larry and Ginny. There's no holds barred tonight, folks. 
Larry gets to take Ginny on a trip right here!... just to get everybody in 
the mood! Ladies and gentlemen ... SWING!" To the roar of applause, he left 
the dais, patting Ginny's bare bottom as he went and pushing her into 
Larry's arms. 

"Come on, wife," Larry leered thickly, "let's show 'em how it's done!" Ginny 
felt his arms grab her and crush her naked length to his and the crowd went 
wild! Ginny felt as though her sanity had left her entirely. This couldn't 
be happening! It was too crazy ... too vulgar ... too insane! While he 
kissed her, a wide couch was pushed onto the dais, a triple-sized Roman 
couch upholstered in crimson velvet. 

Ginny struggled but his hands gripped her brutally and she could feel the 
strength of Larry forcing her to his will whether she wanted it or not. Her 
mouth was locked with his tongue sunk deeply into her mouth, her head and 
buttocks forced up to him. Oh God! She had to get out of here. He was going 
to do it! This maniac was going to fuck her in public! It was bad enough to 
be in the same room with another couple as they had been with Gus and 
Lucille ... but in front of hundreds of people ... it was unthinkable! 

The crowd was urging Larry on. "Attaboy, give it to her good." 

"She's gonna love it, Larry." 

"Let's see your cock!" Ginny could feel the cock, its full, rigid, obscene 
length pressed into her belly and it beat the crowd's message into her 
shrinking flesh. 

When finally Larry eased his hold on her, Ginny saw her opportunity and 
started to run from the place ... anywhere. But he caught her and flung her 
unceremoniously onto the velvet couch. Her head was swimming now from the 
drinks and the terrible shame and humiliation. They struggled for long 
minutes and the roar of the crowd grew louder. This was a far better show 
than they expected. Ginny and Larry grappled and strained and fought and 
Larry finally trapped her, lying between her legs in the classic position, 
the tears and sobs heaving through her in torturous labor, expressing the 
horror in her soul. 

Ginny was blinded by her tears and her body wracked with the emotional pain 
of this degrading public display. She must have even lost consciousness for 
a moment or two because when thought came back into her head Larry had dived 
that huge cock straight into her splayed body and was fucking into her for 
the crowd's delight. "NNOOOOOOOO ... NOOOOOOOOOOOO ... NOOOOOOO!" she 
screamed, and used all the strength she had left to heave herself and Larry 
with her off the velvet couch. It was now or never, for she could feel her 
traitor's body automatically responding to that gigantic filling prick. 

Instead of going on over and off the dais, which might have given her a 
moment to escape, Larry simply clutched her buttocks and rolled with her, 
keeping his throbbing weapon sunk into her depths, and Ginny found herself 
straddling him while he bucked that jerking rod right up through her. She 
was impaled on that enormous stick, stabbed, and her whole upper body 
slumped in desolation as he continued to buck her up and down, holding her 
white hips in his hard hands to keep her astride the saddle of his loins. 
The crowd was going wild! 

Oh, no! It couldn't be! She could feel the terrible warming tingles shooting 
through her, radiating deep inside her with that great beating penis. How 
could her body respond at a time like this? Was there no depths of 
degeneracy and depravity she couldn't sink to? No hell that she wouldn't 
welcome? Was all decency and modesty gone forever? The terrified and 
helpless sobs tore through her even as she felt her own pussy begin to pull 
and suck inward on Larry's huge shaft... and her hips made a little 
responsive motion. 

The whole world had gone mad and Ginny Blake with it. There could be no 
other explanation for her lewd body enjoying this obscene display. She felt 
she was back in Rome, that degenerate, decadent, profligate sink of ancient 
iniquity. Eat, drink, and be merry! And now they added ... fuck! Fuck to 
your heart's content till you drop from exhaustion. Oh God! She was lost 
forever! Ginny sat on Larry's lusting body with his cock stabbing into her, 
her hips automatically rotating and grinding his steel shaft deeper, her 
head thrown back, ripened breasts thrust up, tears streaming down her face 
and she wanted to die! 

Larry's hands came .up to cover her naked breasts. The nipples popped 
instantly into his palms and Ginny felt their yearning tips, erect and 
quivering in the warm shelter. He pulled her down to him and sank his teeth 
into one red-tipped white mound. The jolt shocked through her and his cock 
jerked hard against her cervix. Her breast in his mouth, his hands found her 
hips and he was sliding her up and down his hot pole that her own body 
lubrications had greased for his entrance. 

She still wept, even with the exquisite sensations rippling through her 
naked, wanton flesh and her eyes closed against the sight of Larry's 
lust-contorted face and the sight of her own depravity. His mouth tongued 
her breasts to a tortured ecstatic rapture that was making her cunt seep 
delicious droplets of love juice, wetting the mammoth phallus inside her. 

Suddenly she felt other hands on her naked body. She opened her eyes to find 
Gus kneeling over Larry's head, his cock strutting out obscenely from his 
brown loins and an aspiring lust masking his face into something almost 
unrecognizable. Oh God! She was in the inferno itself! The hands on her back 
moved to her round, white, firmly soft buttocks and she felt those hands 
spread her cheeks. The music was blaring in her head, slightly behind the 
actual sound that filled the ballroom ... and the echo was a painful 
blending above the roaring of the crowd. Her legs were stretched down, her 
cunt still being fucked, and she felt a new horror! A hand reached between 
her legs, where Larry was pumping in and out, got some of her pussy juice, 
and brought it up on a wet finger to smear it in and around her asshole! 

Ginny's head twisted and her cruel body did not let her lose consciousness 
this time. It was Clint and he was nudging her now lubricated asshole with 
his grotesquely huge erect cock. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO ... NOOOOOOOOOO ... 
NNOOOOOOOO!" she screamed again ... and the crowd roared back, "You tell 'em 
baby . . . you lucky girl'!" 

She could feel that huge cock head pushing already into her anus and she 
screamed until her lungs felt raw and still he pushed on. She would die, she 
thought with grim satisfaction. No one could stand what these maniacs were 
going to do to her! She'd be irreparably ripped and torn and mutilated! If 
Ginny could have called on the power of the Gods to spirit her away she 
would have. But there was no deliverance. 

Larry panted and lurched his hips up, sending his great bloated penis into 
the delectable black-haired cunt. He could see Clint moving in and Gus 
overhead. Great! Share the wealth! Ginny wanted to fuck and by God she was 
going to get fucked senseless by three men at once! See if that would 
satisfy her! 

Just as Clint lunged, plugging Ginny's asshole with his great probe, she 
screamed an unearthly agonized sound and her open mouth was suddenly filled 
with Gus' huge pulsing prick which he began fucking immediately into her 
mouth in lustful enjoyment. Oh God! She was filled with phallic flesh . . . 
mouth, pussy, and asshole. She had no other orifice to give. Doomed to die 
with three huge fucking cocks sunk in her body! 

Natalie watched the depraved spectacle for a long moment, first in horror 
and then in envy. She realized suddenly that she wanted those enlarged poles 
in her own body. Just watching them fucking in and out of Ginny inflamed her 
imagination and she could feel her own private parts begin to lubricate and 
her breasts swell in longing. Was she mad, too? It was an orgy ... a Roman 
orgy that would have put the Romans to shame, for there was no privacy, no 
finesse, no delicacy, no modesty ... just wild, uninhibited fucking! All 
around her the fucking was advancing to various stages, some heads turned to 
have a view of the dais while they fucked. A whole roomful of participating 
voyeurs, fucking while they watched. 

Sylvia watched too, getting a vicarious thrill, a shiver of horror and 
longing, and she felt her own cunt draw inward on itself, sucking on the 
nothingness there. Her eyes were glued on the scene. Even in the soft light 
that flooded the dais, she could see the great glistening cocks fucking in 
and out of Ginny's body, all holes filled with beautiful cocks. Suddenly 
Sylvia saw another man climb on the dais. My God! It was Tony and he was 
kneeling by Ginny's side and drawing her hands around his burgeoning rod 
that stuck out obscenely for attention. 

"I don't know about you, girls, but she has all our men now ... and I'm 
going to find someone or something to fuck!" 

"Yes, I think it's time we did a little slumming ourselves. I never met such 
a greedy bitch." Lucille answered with narrowed eyes, watching every 
movement on the velvet couch, and licking her lips enviously. 

"And what an act she puts on to whet their appetites," Natalie sneered. "Men 
are such fools." Her delicate hands slid up her pearl gray satin-covered 
thighs unconsciously to her breasts and then around her neck to unbutton the 
tiny sparkling rhinestone buttons that held the loose dress together. 

Feverishly, they slid off their clothes, the gold sequins, the beige chiffon 
and the gray satin. Linking arms, they set off naked to find some unengaged 
cocks. They wanted a man of their own ... and there seemed to be none left. 
Ginny had usurped their own and thrown the coupling off balance. Finally, in 
a dark coiner behind a column-shielded service bar, they found him. He was 
graying and looked a little seedy and very, very surprised at being accosted 
by three naked females. He was wearing a huge white waiter's coat and they 
discovered that under that he wore a sports jacket, slacks, blue shirt, and 
tie. They rubbed up against him from all sides, breasts and lips and cunts 
squirming up to him. 

"I sure am flattered you girls think I can manage three of y'all, but I'm 
getting to be an old man." His voice was pure Texas, and they teased him 
about Texas brags and not letting down the tradition. Before the poor man 
from the Houston Post could protest, they had stripped him of all his 
clothes. All the years he'd been a newspaper man he'd never encountered 
anything like this. He thought he'd seen everything and a little bit more 
but this was a fantasy come true that just didn't happen! 

Natalie and Lucille and Sylvia led Paul Corcoran to an empty couch and 
started to work. Lucille claimed his mouth and began sucking his tongue 
feverishly, sliding his hand up between her silken tawny thighs to her 
golden box. Sylvia captured his other hand and let it stake the claim of her 
full heavy breasts. Since he'd been forced down on his back, Natalie crawled 
between his thighs and stroked his awakening cock tenderly with her small 
hands before licking it completely upright in record time. 

In all his forty-five years Paul Corcoran had never felt anything so 
fantastic, not even when he was a young whelp, humping a different girl 
every night. Three sets of hands exploring his naked body instead of one ... 
three pairs of breasts snuggling into his hand or brushing his thighs ... my 
God! ... the possibilities were endless! The soft salivating cavern of 
Lucille's mouth was actively sucking his exploring tongue while his hand was 
delicately sliding fingers up and down the length of her quivering damp 
slit. His other hand was full of Sylvia's big, round tits, the nipples hard 
and erect, and he pinched them lovingly and heard her moan appreciatively 
while her hands smoothed over his hairy skin. His hand still fondling her 
breasts, she leaned down and began to swirl her tongue around his 
hair-ringed nipple. Natalie's small warm mouth was doing incredible things 
to the head of his already throbbing shaft, her tiny hands gently cupping 
and grazing his heavy balls. 

Paul's body was so bombarded with sensations that it was almost too much! 
Like he'd never get enough! He'd forgotten his job and why he was here and 
how hard he'd slaved to get this story. He'd forgotten any fear of 
discovery. He was part of the orgy now ... another naked man among this sea 
of naked bodies. 

Sylvia was getting so worked up just from Paul's hand on her breasts, 
tweaking and stroking and pinching and squeezing and kneading, that she 
could feel her cunt juices trickling down the in-sides of her thighs. 
Lucille had finally come up for air and was writhing over his hand up her 
pussy. Quickly seizing the opportunity, Sylvia straddled Paul's graying 
head, facing Natalie, and lowered her opened slit down slowly over his face. 
"Here's a little something for you, lover," she panted when she was inches 
above his mouth. 

"Come here, woman, and let me have a little eating pussy." Sylvia obeyed 
joyously and slowly slithered onto his mouth which immediately began sucking 
on her swollen labia, the tongue licking her with a hot red flame. That hard 
pseudo phallus probed up and down and over and finally inside her sucking 
passage, maddened with mounting desire and in need of release. "OOOOHHHHH 
... honey ... that's beautiful!" she breathed as she felt the impending 
pre-orgasm sensations jerking through her. 

Both Paul's hands were now free to explore Lucille's tantalizing length of 
nakedness, even though he was blinded by Sylvia's sopping, hair-ringed cunt 
over his face. By touch alone he discovered Lucille's surgically perfected 
body and that was terribly exciting, for he could see her in his head as his 
hands slid over her breasts and thighs and hips and pussy. "Oh God, yes ... 
fuck me with your fingers ... oh, please ... fuck it!" He obliged by 
stabbing two fingers straight up her quaking, swollen-lipped cunt. 

Natalie ran her tongue down the hot turgid length of Paul's penis, pausing 
on her way down to flick her tongue lightly across the delicate vertical 
membrane just under the coronial ridge. She'd done this just because it 
seemed a good idea and she was amazed to find him groaning deep in his chest 
and almost bucking off the couch. Just to be sure it was that and not 
Sylvia's cunt in his mouth, Natalie flicked her tongue across it again and 
he reacted again. She licked down over the rocky testicles and the tiny 
patch of skin below them. Again he lurched up and jerked. Well, she was 
finding his tenderest portions, that was for sure. Drawing her tongue back 
up the length of his cock, she enclosed the whole head inside the warmness 
of her soft mouth and used her mouth like a tiny vacuum cleaner, drawing in 
hard at the same time she slowly slid her mouth up the slick pole, the 
double pull sending him raving. 

Sylvia was grinding down on his stiffened tongue that was fucking into her 
splayed pussy. Oh God! He was an artist at this, that maddened tongue was 
everywhere, swirling around her clit, flicking over her tender asshole, 
tracing both sets of cuntal lips and then jabbing straight up inside her 
greedy passage. His lips would clamp and suck and then nibble very gently. 
To hell with Ginny and her four lovers. Jesus ... oh, Jesus ... this one was 
all she needed and he was taking care of two others besides! 

Lucille was standing with opened thighs, spreading herself obscenely for 
Paul's practiced hand that was fucking her so deliciously. She could hear 
the sucking, sloshing sound his fingers made as he rammed her with two 
fingers and curled them hard up inside her seething cunt. Bucking against 
that hand, she knew she was getting close. She was almost there and she felt 
the luscious spreading warmth all through her quivering flesh. How had she 
missed this one before? But then she remembered. Hell, he'd come all the way 
from Texas. 

Paul was lying there, his mouth full of pungent, lascivious cunt, his cock 
sunk deeply into Natalie's mouth. It was a strong suction cup, drawing the 
very cum from his balls, closer and closer, and his hand was full of 
milking, churning, moistly soft, sucking pussy. He was going out of his 
ever-loving mind! Christ! This was every man's dream come true and he was 
living it! 

"G-O-O-O-O-D-D-D-D!" Gus ground between clenched teeth, feeling the 
incredible and salacious sensations climbing up his heavy, driving shaft as 
Ginny sucked him faster and faster, her cheeks bloating with the thick long 
rod. Jesus! It had been unbelievable last night, fucking her dewy tiny 
asshole, but this was too excruciatingly exquisite. This girl who looked so 
innocent and virginal and beautiful not only knew how to fuck, she knew how 
to suck! Watching Clint ramming her asshole and Larry bucking into her pussy 
only made it more crazy and wild! Her hands were even full of cock, for on 
the other side of Larry, Tony was getting his slicked and skinned and milked 
by her white curved hands. 

Larry knew he couldn't last much longer! His head was swimming and his prick 
was ready to explode in a galactic explosion that would turn the world on 
its axis a few extra spins. Goddamn! Ginny was putting out like he'd never 
seen a woman put out before. She was so damned prissy, don't touch me, at 
first... but once you turned her on, there was no shutting her off! The feel 
of her hot clenching, sucking, pulsing vaginal walls was driving him over 
the precipice. She'd make him cum if he just lay there and let her do all 
the work ... which he couldn't. He couldn't just lay there! His hips thrust 
up and lurched and bucked as the fermenting, convulsing, milking, churning 
muscular bands so deep inside her white belly worked on the length of his 
solid rod of flesh. 

"That's it, baby.... that's it! Jesus!" Clint was moaning and fucking into 
Ginny's asshole with mounting fury, his eyes focused on her tiny asshole. As 
he retreated, the pink ridges of her flesh pulled out, clinging to his cock, 
unwilling to let him go, and they disappeared as he shoved forward into the 
clasping, vise-tight depth of her body. Gus was right ... this was even 
better than having Ginny in the office in his high-backed chair. Her asshole 
was even tighter than her cunt and God knows that was tighter and smaller 
and lasciviously better in every way than any broad's he knew. Goddamn! He 
hadn't been lying when he told Gus she was the most fantastic fuck in Los 
Angeles county. He'd always wanted to try the sandwich method and he'd 
chosen the right spot! Not only that, she deserved it. He'd been right! She 
was only good for one thing ... fucking. She'd fouled up the assignment as 
he knew she would ... and she deserved whatever she got! She was exactly in 
the spot women ought to be ... laid out under a man! 

Tony grabbed Ginny's hands and held them tighter, wrapped around his 
enormous pulsating probe. He threw his hips into the tight warmth of her 
clasping hands, fucking into them as though they were her sopping cunt. Her 
hands were sending jolts of electrical charge through his loins and aching 
balls. Her thumbs kept grazing the velvety head while her palms and fingers 
were gripping his prong like he was a lifeline! She shucked the thing up and 
down like she could see it ... even though her head was turned to the other 
side and her mouth was filled with Gus' prick! He didn't know what had 
happened to Sylvia, but he couldn't worry about it at this point. 

Ginny had lost all contact with the world, her body was on a trip that was 
going to carry her to other planets. The tearing, reaming pain in her 
backside had miraculously eased and a licentious feeling had added to the 
mounting peaks of sensation that were building in her to a volcanic 
eruption! The two great gigantic commanding cocks that were racing into the 
depths of her body were neck and neck, almost meeting through the thin 
fragile membrane inside her belly. Her mouth was filled with Gus and she 
could feel his enormous purple-headed shaft pulsating and getting ready to 
fire gallons of nourishing cum deep inside her throat to slide down to her 
churning belly. A crazy feeling of protectiveness, of nurture emanated from 
her palms and fingers that sheltered, incited and drove Tony to his 
impending climax. The immense pulsings in his huge beautiful penile organ 
were strangely dear to her. She knew her mind must be going ... how could 
she feel the wheeling, colliding, contradictory emotions that she was 
feeling otherwise? But it would be all right ... she would die, here at the 
pseudo Roman orgy of the Swingers' Convention ... impaled on two cocks, 
another drowning her working throat and her white hands clinging to another. 

Sylvia screamed shrilly as she felt the gyroscopic, frenzied, whirling, 
orbiting in her sucking, in-drawing cunt and the walls of her vagina 
convulse over Paul's voracious mouth that was fucking her with his hot, 
insatiable tongue. Her long gold-frosted fingernails dug his shoulders in 
deep blood-letting convulsions as she threw her flowering and opening pussy 
deeper into his face and his swollen, talented tongue fired into her depths 
in searing poker-hot stabs .. cauterizing her very flesh. 

Natalie sucked the throbbing thistle-headed stalk of Paul's penis down her 
working throat until she was almost gagging. Suddenly she had to have that 
hot, pulsing, growing shaft deep inside her belly. Her mouth slid slowly, 
tongue swirling round and round, until she sucked up to the very tip. Then, 
while it jerked in her hand, she climbed over it and aimed it straight into 
her aching depths. Natalie sat carefully on its mammoth head and very slowly 
impaled herself on its rigid length. An agonizingly sweet, warm, filling 
sensation flooded through her aching, needing, pulsing pussy. Oh God! She 
had needed this for so long ... for so terribly long! The fact that it was a 
stranger's cock made it even better. She had no worry about the emotional 
dueling that she had always had with men she knew ... particularly Clint... 
who was determined to beat her into just a female body and nothing else. Oh 
God. This was so exquisite. He could not even see her ... his head still 
buried in Sylvia's cunt and so he was a disembodied, pulsing, driving, 
jerking cocksman who fulfilled her ... just organ in organ. It was beautiful 
and good and exactly what she needed. Clint could rave all he wanted ... 
he'd insisted they try this ... and now she would never go back to being 
anything but a swinger. She intended to have dozens of men ... all different 
... all exciting ... all useful to her. Her hips writhed and rotated as she 
screwed herself onto that life-prolonging prick of his. As she ground 
herself down on him, he bucked up under her, sending the huge, jerking 
instrument deep into her heaving, clutching belly! 

Suddenly Natalie felt the spasm start and she grabbed Paul's lurching hard 
hips in her hand, digging into his muscular flesh as she felt the bursting, 
lascivious orgasm shake her every cell with its blinding eruption. 
"EEEEEEIIIIAAA ... AAAAHHHHHHEEEEEE!" Even her own voice screaming out her 
release sounded foreign to her ears in its intensity and abandon. She was 
sufficient unto herself ... except for this ... but this was life itself! 

Lucille had cum twice already and she could feel the digging, teasing, 
tantalizing fingers still egging her on toward another stupendous climax. Oh 
Christ! They'd picked a winner this time. This seedy-looking Texan hiding 
behind the service bar was more man than she'd had in a long time! His 
fingers were long and knowledgeable, and her imagination caught fire and 
blazed at the thought of what he could do to just one woman. With a man like 
this around she wouldn't need masturbating body jewelry. His hands and cock 
and mouth could generate a hundred orgasms a day in a woman! She shook at 
the thought. His thumb found her clitoris as his two long fingers continued 
to fuck into her sopping cunt and it was just as though he had pressed the 
magic button. A r -sounding brilliant insistent ringing sound clanged 
through her body and she bucked and arched, her head thrown back and her 
hands coming down to clamp his hard forearm as she fucked furiously into 
that depraved hand. Lucille felt the world shatter again as her salivating 
pussy burst once more. She was only held upright by his sunken hand which 
her thighs were clasping so hard that it all but disappeared from sight 
inside her screaming body. 

Paul felt the screams and spasms through his own flesh as each of the naked 
women came. He didn't know how he had managed to hang on so long. It was as 
though he had an obligation to live up to what three strange naked women 
thought he could do .. . and by God he'd done it! Suddenly their arching, 
screaming bodies, their soft feminine flesh that his own had stiffened to 
raging Amazon intensity, set his own intricate masculine mechanism on the 
inexorable path to glory! Jesus! God a mighty! He could feel his cock 
swelling inside Natalie's still clenching cunt and the breath came roaring 
out his mouth in near sobs, for Sylvia had fallen away and half lay on the 
floor below the couch. 

He felt the engines of his balls fire and blow in thick boiling cream down 
the constricting tunnel of his prick, gushing out the nozzle in a searing 
spray against the rubbery cervix deep in Natalie's belly. She milked and 
sucked the fiery liquid into her grateful body. On and on it roared and 
spewed the scalding streams and his quaking body pumped and pumped his life 
force in the deep pool of a strange and beautiful womb. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! 

Ginny had had three orgasms on the digging prod of Larry's prick that arched 
and drove into her mercilessly, but they were only preludes, shaking as they 
had been, to what she could feel building in her loins. A strange salacious, 
supernova climax was about to burst inside her frantic body, for she could 
feel the two cocks slamming into her with frenzied speed and sureness. Her 
hour had come. She would die with their bursting bombs inside her flesh and 
the semen from three men would mix in her belly ... three men who had tried 
to use her as her father had used her poor mother ... but she, Ginny Blake, 
had turned the tables ... it was she who now used them! She was using the 
very essence of their maleness to satisfy her lusting, now 
trained-to-carnality flesh. 

She felt Clint scream behind her. his great body pressing her down and down 
on the sharp, stabbing prick inside her. Then his gushing, searing semen 
boiled into her sucking asshole in a flood of his own groaning joy. She 
could feel it back up from sheer volume and run in thick trickles down her 
thighs. 

"Ginny Blake!" Her eyes opened wearily and at first could not focus ... 
seeing only breasts ... small female breasts. At last the face looking down 
at Ginny, her mouth stuffed still with Gus' fucking cock, at last that face 
above her cleared. It was Natalie. "Ginny Blake ... you're fired!" And the 
apparition was gone. 

"FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!" Gus yelled and Ginny had to fight to keep from drowning 
on his seething shooting load of hot sticky cum juice bubbling down her 
sucking throat in gallons of orgasmic bliss. The eruptions came so fast that 
she could not be sure just whose started first, her own or Larry's, but 
screams filled the air and Tony jerked in her hands and cursed in Italian. 
She felt the spray from his bursting prick hit her face on one side and burn 
like drops of acid etching her skin. Another scream and another and her own 
straining, agony of sound and fury could not be distinguished except inside 
her own bursting flesh that was demolished and torn asunder, and she knew 
her time had come. The spasms shook the twined bodies and the sparks arced 
and fused and ignited and blended and Ginny felt her very marrow melt in the 
heat and her cells disintegrate and she was grateful ... for she was home at 
last. She soared and glided and was expelled and the nothingness awaited her 
and she hoped she would not wake. 

Larry was gone, though he still feebly spewed a last thin stream into her 
dying body. Her job, she remembered now, was gone, too. She was mashed 
between the limp creatures that she had used at last. Her eyes closed and 
the breaths of living bodies pumped and blew and slowed. Destruction was 
upon her. The swingers had swung and Ginny Blake had swung too high. 


THE END
