RWS-204  House Mother
[aka 'Mother Knows Best']
(Samantha Blake)


CHAPTER ONE 

The large brightly lit three story fraternity house glittered jewel-like in 
the deep darkness of the late spring night. Music and the sound of young 
men's voices poured through the open windows out onto the long rolling green 
lawn and well-kept grounds that surrounded the House. Outside the House, 
several late model cars and sports cars lined the wide circular driveway and 
narrow winding street that curved past Xi Theta towards the other 
fraternities further down the Row. 

Inside the enormous home, a boy and a girl sat half-sprawled out on a large 
deep sofa in a darkened corner of the long, deeply carpeted living room. 
Then he reached out and drew her towards him, locking his lips wetly over 
hers. Their arms entwined around each other for a long moment before the 
girl began to struggle to pull away from him. 

"Robbie! Honey, please don't!" her soft whisper hissed above the sudden 
creaks and groans of the couch beneath them. But the boy didn't release her 
from his strong grasp, and, for another moment, she struggled uselessly with 
his large hand clamped fiercely over the front of her sweater. 

"Please, please!" he groaned wetly into the softness of her mouth while, at 
the same time, his other arm fell to her narrow waist and began lifting the 
bottom of her sweater... Suddenly, her girlishly firm buttocks ground 
furiously into the plush sofa cushions as she squirmed with ever increasing 
energy to extricate herself from his suffocating hold. Then, at that point, 
footsteps sounded in the marble-floored foyer just outside the open living 
room door and the couple sprung abruptly apart. 

Robbie waited a moment as the two fraternity brothers in the entry hall went 
on to the large curving staircase to the second floor and disappeared from 
view. Then he turned back to the girl, "Damnit, you could at least let me 
kiss you!" he protested in a complaining voice. 

"B-But you weren't... just k-kissing me!" the girl hissed back softly in an 
anguished tone. 

"Well, what was I doing... if I wasn't kissing you!" he said loudly, 
suddenly filling the silence of the long dimly-lit room. 

She cringed at his loud voice. "You were trying to... t-touch me!... to put 
your hands on my breasts!" she whispered even more softly, her small voice 
quivering in anger and embarrassment; then she moved back a bit from him on 
the sofa. 

As the girl took a comb from her purse and began rearranging herself, Robbie 
ran his hands through his thick black shoulder-length hair and flopped 
against the back of the sofa. She was a campus beauty, and she knew it. 
That's the whole trouble! he decided. She's hung up on herself! He came to 
the conclusion that this was the reason none of his usual techniques worked 
with this girl, but whatever the cause, his lack of success was driving him 
crazy! I just can't... quite... seem to... MAKE IT!! 

He studied her with heavy-lidded, half-closed eyes, feigning disinterest and 
boredom, though he didn't feel that way at all! She was a small curvaceous 
blonde, with a petite figure that was wildly out of sight! The lower lip of 
her full sensuous mouth protruded perpetually in a little girl pout. Her 
long white-blonde hair was parted down the middle and framed a soft 
heart-shaped face, giving the impression that she was peeking out 
seductively at everyone. As she lifted her arms to comb her hair, her large 
fully rounded breasts lifted up from her small rib cage and seemed to jump 
out at him. Jeezus... I just gotta... suck those tits! 

She put her comb back in her purse, placed the purse on the floor, and then 
sat smiling at him, her hands folded in her lap. She looked at him sternly, 
but the tender light reflecting in her eyes seemed to indicate that she 
wanted to make up. A slight flush of softly glowing pink at her high tilting 
cheekbones completed the picture of young womanly loveliness. 

Still, Robbie didn't feel like seeing her at all now if she wasn't going to 
let him kiss her! Suddenly, he wished she would leave because he didn't like 
the way her mere physical presence continued to sexually excite him... 
especially when he knew nothing would come of it! III want to just talk, I 
can shoot the bull with the guys! 

"Maybe you'd better go now." he yawned and said slowly. "I got a lot of 
studying to do." Then he added, to exaggerate even further his busy-ness - 
laying it on even to the point of lying, "It's my turn to help Mrs. 
Schroeder supervise the kitchen in the morning." 

He looked at the girl irritably when she didn't take the hint, but she 
didn't even notice that! She was staring out the wide living room door into 
the empty foyer, distracted now by his mention of the house-father's 
beautiful young wife. "Gosh," she began hesitantly, "sometimes I feel so 
sorry for Mrs. Schroeder! It just doesn't seem right the way Mr. Schroeder 
makes her stay here all the time and doesn't even allow her to have friends. 
Every moment of her life has to-be centered around the fraternity! Don't you 
think someone should talk to him about being nicer to her?" 

"No." Robbie said disinterestedly. 

The girl went on, growing more excited. "It sure seems funny that he should 
have such a young wife! And he acts like he doesn't care about her, even 
though she's so beautiful. I just don't understand it!" 

Robbie, searching unsuccessfully for a way to answer her question and bring 
their conversation to an end, couldn't think of anything to say. Then, he 
found himself wondering about the houseparents also. He, too, was perplexed 
by that situation, but in an entirely different light. He ran his tongue 
over his dry lips as an image of the voluptuous young wife passed through 
his mind. She must have been at least thirty years younger than the huge, 
gruff Mr. Schroeder. What I'd really like to do is get her alone... I bet 
she needs a real fucking! She is... actually... one of the softest, most 
feminine, but still BUILT... broads I've ever seen in my life. I could 
almost cream my shorts just thinking about her! 

He cleared his throat. "Oh, Schroeder's just a little gruff and grumpy," he 
said out loud to his girl. "I think maybe he was in the Army a long time. 
He's the kind of person that's always got to act like he's put out with 
every one, like he can't be satisfied. But that's good for the house. It 
keeps the guys in line. This is the best house on campus because... " 

"He treats her almost as though she were a slave." the girl interrupted. 

"He probably likes her a lot." Robbie said offhandedly and turned his wrist 
to stare at his watch, then shrugged, "Maybe he's not good at showing his 
feelings. I bet they're very happy!" 

An amused smile spread slowly over the girl's face, and she reached up to 
brush her fingers affectionately against the shock of black hair that fell 
over Robbie's forehead. "That's the way you are, aren't you?" she said 
softly in an understanding voice, and nipped him playfully on his chin with 
her white teeth. "You have a lot of feeling, but you don't want anyone to 
know it!" 

As she bent her head and rested her forehead against his chin, a wide grin 
spread over his face... boy, DO I have feelings! He tightened his fingers 
into the firm flesh where his hand rested on her narrow girlish waist; then 
he glanced down between their two bodies at the twin swelling outlines of 
her large melon-like breasts that protruded against the softness of her 
sweater and reached to within mere inches of his chest. I got one big 
feeling that's growing more hot and aching... throbbing in its FEELINGNESS 
with each passing second. And I'm not going to be able to wait to make this 
bird much longer! He began inching his fingers slowly and lightly up the 
side of her torso, feeling her delicate ribs rippling like small waves under 
his fingertips. 

Suddenly, she pulled away, not noticing, to face him. "Oh Robbie, it's not 
that I don't want you to touch me! I hope you understand that!" she gasped, 
and pressed her hand tenderly against his chest. 

"I know, I understand." he grinned, and, encircling her shoulders with his 
arm, drew her closer again. 

"I'll make it up to you when we're married. Every moment of it, honey." she 
promised with resolution, her face bent against his chest. 

Robbie, feeling bitter, let his arm slide from her shoulder. Judas Priest, 
that'd be at least four years away and she knows it! "Don't you have to get 
back to the dorm?" he suggested in a sudden hurried voice and looked at his 
watch again. 

"Oh, yes." she agreed sadly and stood up, emitting a small soft laugh. "If 
I'm not back by curfew, everyone will think I was tied up in some... immoral 
behavior!" 

Robbie didn't laugh, merely followed her glumly across the living room and 
through the enormous double door leading into the foyer. The front door to 
the house was open and he could hear, through the screen, another couple 
laughing and chatting on the front lawn outside. With a sudden quick 
movement, he maneuvered the girl out of the well-lighted doorway and against 
the wall where he could kiss her goodnight. Pulling her into the circle of 
his arms, he saw her eyelids gently lowering. Then he felt her hips pulled 
up tight against him, the warmth of her ripe young loins transmitted to him 
clearly through the cloth of his jeans. She tilted her head up to him to be 
kissed, and their mouths met and welded, his tongue probing immediately into 
the warm moistness of her mouth. His hands began to explore, moving down her 
back to the rounded protuberances of her smoothly rounded, almost boyishly 
tight little ass cheeks. A riotous welter of sensation seared and slashed 
through his loins, then her firmly fleshed buttocks began squirming in his 
palms as she struggled to free herself. 

"You're impossible!" she sobbed and tore away from him in a huff, bounding 
out through the screen door onto the doorstep, then stepped back and let the 
door slam shut. 

"I was just kissing you." he moved up and shrugged at her through the 
screen. 

Tears of hurt and anger were flooding her eyes, "You were doing more than 
that! I told you how I felt about it." she whispered back at him and began 
to move down the steps. "Sometimes, I think you don't even listen to me!" 

Robbie turned and started up the stairs without looking back. He heard the 
door of her Austin Healy in the driveway slam loudly, then an angry screech 
of tires as she gunned the sports car past the fraternity house and out the 
circular driveway. 

He took his time moving up the stairs, dragging his tall lanky body from one 
step to the next, because he didn't have the faintest idea what to do with 
the rest of the night. He was too horny to study, too horny to shoot pool 
with the guys in the basement... he felt like he was going to flip out if he 
didn't get something soon! One thing was sure though, he was through with 
the blonde girl. She isn't ever going to put out, and under those 
circumstances, I just ain't interested! Sure, she was pretty and all that, 
but did she really have the slightest idea what life was all about? Did she 
know it involved more than holding hands in a doorway and talking about 
getting married in the far, far distant future? 

"Shit!" he said out loud to himself. Life is too short." 

First glancing both ways, he turned up a second narrow staircase that led to 
his bedroom on the remodeled attic floor. He knew it was about time for Mr. 
Schroeder to make his nightly rounds through the fraternity house, and he 
didn't feel like running into the pompous, self-important and overpowering 
housefather. There was no telling what kind of mood the man might be in. If 
it was a good mood, there would be a series of lewd winks and obscenely 
prying questions - how was the blonde girl in the sack, and was Robbie 
fucking any other girls... and so on. The boy wasn't a prude, but some of 
Schroeder's questions were so blunt and detailed that even he was 
embarrassed. He would have thought that Mrs. Sharon Schroeder would be 
enough for any one man, but it didn't seem to work out that way. 

And if the housefather was in a bad mood, he wanted to see him even less, he 
thought now, shrugging his shoulders uneasily at the mere possibility of it. 
When Mr. Schroeder was angry, his deep bass voice could be heard raging from 
the basement of the fraternity house to the attic where Robbie and the other 
underclassmen had rooms. Schroeder had a lack of control in his fury that 
shocked and frightened him. And besides, there was no doubt of the 
tremendous physical strength the man possessed; he stood over six feet five, 
and his bald head was smooth and hard as a rock! He was probably around 
sixty, but he worked out every day and his enormous, strongly muscled body 
showed it. Robbie figured that might be the explanation for his wife's 
frightened, meek attitude. She's probably scared of him... I know I am! 

He walked into his bedroom and closed the door quietly behind him, then 
switched on the light, looking with scorn at the small room. The ventilation 
window that sat high up under the ceiling was open, but still the tiny room 
was unbearably hot and stuffy. Everywhere he looked was strewn with books 
and records, belonging to him and his roommate, Mark Barnes, also a 
sophomore. On two sides, the attic walls sloped deeply, and the narrow aisle 
between the two single cots was barely wide enough to walk through. 

He thought of the bottle of Scotch he kept hidden behind the dictionary on 
the top shelf of his bookcase, and, suddenly, he felt like getting a little 
drunk and listening to records. Maybe that would relax him and help get him 
out of this horny mood. He stepped onto the bed and reached blindly over his 
head to the top shelf, pulling out the big dictionary that hid the bottle. 
He grasped the Scotch in his hand and jumped from the bed back to the floor. 
He tilted the bottle to his lips and felt the straight liquor travel warmly 
down his throat and set his stomach on fire as it hit bottom. Already, he 
felt a little light-headed... 

He took another deep gulp, then screwed on the top and tucked the bottle 
under his pillow. Already, it was half-empty, and there was a chance someone 
would walk in... and he didn't feel like watching three or four of the guys 
polish off the little he had left in the space of a few seconds! Besides, 
there was a rule against drinking in the house. 

Then abruptly, he sucked in his breath and stiffened on the bed as he heard 
footsteps coming heavily down the hall. He had assumed that Schroeder had 
already made his rounds by this time, but these loud footsteps were 
undoubtedly the housefather's! Robbie's heart began to pound in fear and 
alarm; there was no real reason to be frightened, but still he was! Without 
thinking further, he bolted from the bed to flick off the light switch next 
to the door, plunging the room into darkness. The door was unlocked, he 
realized suddenly, and then hurriedly flung himself face down on the bed in 
a posture of sleeping. He burrowed his arms under the pillow, holding the 
bottle in his two hands, as the footsteps neared and the housefather tried 
the door. Schroeder flung open the door, flooding the room with light, and 
then closed the door and walked off, apparently satisfied. Robbie waited 
until the man's footsteps descended on the staircase, then crawled off the 
bed to his feet. 

He stood in the darkness, staring at the white reflection of his pillow 
hiding the bottle and feeling uncomfortable about it. On second thought, he 
brought it from under the pillow and stepped back on the bed to return it to 
the shelf. He jumped up to find the empty place in the row of books and 
froze! 

A clear view of the Schroeders' brightly lit bedroom flashed up through the 
ventilation window just above the top shelf! 

Oh Jesus! I can see right into their room! he thought and began pushing the 
books from the top shelf onto the bed. The window was over his head even 
when he stood on the bed, and he would never have noticed if he hadn't 
happened to jump up at that moment just seconds ago. 

He bent over to make a platform of the books strewn over his bed and stepped 
on top of it. Now, without straining, he could see the full length of the 
bedroom. Their quarters were one floor below in the new addition that had 
been built a few yards from the older house. There was only the space of a 
wide air shaft between the two buildings. That side of the Schroeders' floor 
faced the blank wall between the second and third stories of the older 
house. Obviously, the houseparents assumed no one could see in or they 
wouldn't have left the room brightly lit and the curtains undrawn. He 
swallowed hard as the shapely blonde Sharon Schroeder walked past the window 
and out the bedroom door without turning out the light. 

God, maybe he'll screw her, he thought and swallowed harder, And if they do 
it... without turning out the lights... I'll see everything! 

He glanced down at the illuminated dial of his alarm clock radio on the desk 
and saw that it was eleven o'clock. Schroeder was always up at the crack of 
dawn, and he figured that they would be going to bed soon. He noticed a 
relative diminishing of noise in the house, not yet silence, but bedtime was 
definitely drawing near. Now Schroeder would be locking up the outside door 
before returning to his own apartment in the annex for the night. Robbie 
took the cap off the Scotch bottle and set it on the top shelf in front of 
him, then began rearranging the books more securely under his feet, making 
himself comfortable, and prepared to stay all night if necessary... 

Sharon Schroeder's deep blue eyes narrowed as she walked from the bedroom 
into the kitchen of the houseparents' modern one bedroom apartment in the 
fraternity annex. She frowned up at the clock over the sink. Already, it was 
eleven o'clock and she hadn't yet found time to clean up the kitchen after 
dinner. She and her husband John had no more than finished dinner when she'd 
had to leave to supervise the dinner at the house. It's exactly like running 
two households, she thought bitterly, and our home always comes in second! 

Of course, it was basically her own fault, since John preferred that they 
eat dinner at the house with the boys. He was right, she knew, and it would 
be easier, but somehow she felt that she would lose completely the sense of 
having her own private life, and that feeling of privacy and independence 
was already on very shaky grounds. Or maybe it was as simple as a woman's 
desire to make a home, although John didn't expect that. 

He had also suggested that they hire a couple to live-in at the main house 
in the old servant's quarters on the first floor. Yes, there was room and 
that would go a long way towards relieving the Schroeders of some of the 
duties of their twenty-four hour a day job. But Sharon always rejected the 
idea, clinging to those burdens, although she felt bogged down under them 
and hated them at the same time. So, she knew, this dog-tiredness she felt 
now was really her own fault, and not John's at all. 

The truth is, she admitted to herself, I just don't know how I would face 
life if I wasn't busy every moment. There were too many unpleasant things to 
think about: John's strange behavior since they had become houseparents at 
the fraternity, and the fact that she was getting older and still had no 
real family or any children. There were the boys in the fraternity, of 
course, but to her it just wasn't the same thing. John just didn't realize 
that she simply wasn't old enough to entertain any real motherly feelings 
toward those boys. And she could tell from the warm, piercing... almost lewd 
looks the boys gave her, that they didn't think of her that way either! 
Those glances make me so uncomfortable... almost afraid of the boys 
sometimes! And then when I do relax and enjoy being with them, John gets 
jealous! Sometimes I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown! she 
thought as she began frantically doing up the dishes. He won't let me leave 
the fraternity for an instant. Then if I try to enjoy it, he gets jealous. 
No matter how I try to adjust to this life, he makes it seem wrong! 

that was one reason she was so troubled now. This evening she had been 
joking with one of the fraternity boys in the kitchen and suddenly sensed he 
was ogling her, trying to see her breasts down the front of her dress as she 
bent over to pick up a scrap of paper from the floor. She had stood up and 
felt so naked and ashamed, just as though the young man was looking right 
through her, as though the voluptuousness of her body was some kind of lewd 
obscene joke! Then John had entered the kitchen at just that time. Instead 
of ignoring it or making a disapproving remark to the impudent young boy, he 
had sent Sharon home... as though she were a child! She didn't understand 
it! John had stalked out. As Sharon moved to leave the kitchen, she felt the 
boy's burning eyes following her even more brazenly than before. He hadn't 
even bothered to hide the filthiness of the thoughts reflected in his eyes. 

But the worst was soon to come when John returned from locking up the 
fraternity house for the night. Then she would have to face the anger and 
brutality that her every slightest mistake seemed to bring out in him. He'd 
told her that he would see her soon. And she knew from the sound of his 
voice what that indicated... another night of tortured helplessness against 
his towering rage and bestial lovemaking. This was going to be just another 
excuse for him to fly into a horrible rage, taking out all his anger and 
finally his lust on her helplessly frightened body. 

And that violent lust, she suspected guiltily, was her own fault. Two years 
ago, just after she'd turned twenty-eight, she had married the older man. He 
was then fifty-eight, a whole thirty years older than she was, but to her it 
hadn't made any difference. She'd had a good job as a grade school teacher 
and he had been retired for several years from the army. Everything had 
seemed so perfect between them, except her slight prudishness in sexual 
matters. Oh, they had engaged in some of the usual petting in his apartment, 
but she had never gone all the way with him, though sometimes it had been 
close. She had, on occasion, let him reach under her sweater, unfasten her 
brassiere, and massage the full ripe mounds of her exposed breasts. He had 
appealed to her more than any man before, and each time it had become more 
difficult for her to hold him back. 

Despite the strong religious convictions instilled in her by her 
strait-laced farm family, she had to admit now that she might not have held 
him back much longer, if John hadn't suddenly suggested that they get 
married at that time. But, somehow, she hadn't been able to stop being 
prudish simply because they were married. John, obviously expecting more 
from her in bed than she was prepared to offer, had grown sullen and finally 
indifferent. One year later, he decided to go back to work - to be a 
housefather in this college town. After only a few weeks here, his 
indifference turned to anger, and, seeing his young wife among the younger 
men,. his tastes had suddenly turned brutal and violent, as though he 
suspected her of being interested in other men because she wasn't loving 
with him. Maybe that was why he kept her here all the time, as though he 
didn't trust her out of his sight for an instant. 

Sharon was almost done with the dishes now. She drained the water out of the 
sink and rinsed them, leaving them to dry in the rack, knowing that John 
would be back any second. It was eleven-thirty. 

At that moment he entered the kitchen, walking straight through and frowning 
at her, but not bothering to say anything. She could tell by the hard look 
he gave her that his mood hadn't softened since he had last spoken to her in 
the kitchen of the main house. She had hoped that he would forget. But, of 
course, that was silly; he never forgot, and she knew there was a big scene 
coming. She had been through so many of them, that all she could really pray 
for now was that it wouldn't be one of the worse. These scenes differed only 
in degree, otherwise it was always the same, having to cringe under his 
violent anger... and then having to submit to the brutal mindless sex that 
always came afterwards. 

Apparently, she had decided again and again, this was simply the way life 
was and she would have to put up with it. The young housemother wasn't 
happy, and she couldn't convince herself she was... no matter how hard she 
tried. Occasionally, after a long day, the thought would flash through her 
mind before she could repress it, I just can't stand this any longer! 

John hadn't spoken to her before when he walked through the kitchen. Now he 
walked through again, snarling at her. "I'm going back to the house for a 
minute. Quit dawdling around in here and get into the bedroom." Then he 
added, "I'm not forgetting this afternoon, if that's what you're hoping." 

Sharon tugged anxiously at a dish towel, drying her fingers, and then 
straightened the towel on the rack, her hands beginning to flutter slightly 
with nervousness, "I wasn't wasting time," she defended, frightened now by 
the additional charge that might make her impending fate even worse than it 
already was. "I know you want to... discuss something with me. 

"Then get into the bedroom and get ready for bed. I've got to get up at six 
o'clock in the morning." 

Sharon's will to resistance was crushed. There was no point in talking to 
John when he was like this. Her most innocent and casual remark would merely 
fan the fires of his anger. She bent her head and made her way past his huge 
bulking figure in the doorway, without looking at him. 

"And hurry up about getting into bed. I've got something besides a few words 
for you," he chuckled lewdly and walked out of the apartment, slamming the 
kitchen door. 

Sharon, walking through the living room, flinched at his words. The evening 
was turning out with horrible predictability to be every bit as bad as she 
had feared. And now she knew that the very worst fear of all was going to be 
realized, he was going to make love to her... if it can be called that! No, 
he's going to fuck me... that was one of the vile and obscene words that 
always poured from him as he labored over her, and it fit his cruel 
lovemaking precisely. What else could it be called when he rammed his hard 
penis into her, thrusting and battering at her tender yielding flesh like a 
dog gone mad... until, with a groan, he flooded her belly with his hot load 
of semen! He never gives me any pleasure at all, and he never even cares 
that he hasn't! 

Sharon knew that there had to be more to lovemaking than that, but she had 
never experienced it. How could she? With John, it seemed that everything 
was already over before it had hardly begun! Of course, that was partially 
her own fault, because she hadn't been interested in enjoying it, at 
first... but she wanted to now! Sometimes it seemed that her body was 
overflowing with aching to be touched gently and with understanding, she 
needed someone to crawl up inside her, to possess her and still the flame 
that was always burning, deep, deep inside... and that John never put out. 
And she had almost given up hope that he ever would. But maybe, someday, 
somebody would come along and help her out in this impossible situation. 

She dragged her exhausted and weary body into the bedroom, glancing with 
dread at the large double bed she shared with the older man. She remembered 
him stalking heavily out of the kitchen, slamming the kitchen door loudly, 
and a rippling terror began to stir in her belly. She stood by the bureau 
and trembled, going over the scene and trying to judge from that the exact 
degree of rage he would vent on her. She remembered the hateful expression 
in his eyes, and knew it was going to be bad. Oh God, she thought, burying 
her face in her hands and feeling the tears well in her eyes despite her 
efforts to hold them back, is there anybody in the world as miserable as I 
am? 

She leaned against the bureau, clinging desperately to the piece of 
furniture, and bawled. What if she never found a solution? What if her life 
was like this... forever! But her outward appearance of hopelessness lasted 
only for a moment. She knew from experience that tears merely angered her 
husband further, and the love-starved young wife began stumbling across the 
room, drying her eyes and trying to pull herself together quickly. 

Feeling slightly better, she moved to the bedroom's open window and began to 
unbutton her blouse. She always kept the window open in spring and fall and 
undressed in front of it, enjoying the feeling of the fresh night air 
hitting her naked skin while she listened to the voices and music from the 
next building. The window opened onto an air shaft between the two buildings 
and looked out to nothing but a blank wall, so it didn't make any 
difference. No one could see her! It seemed strange that the architects had 
placed the bedroom's only window over an air shaft, but modern buildings 
often seemed to turn out that way. She slowly finished her disrobing, 
thinking about her parent's house in Indiana. Outside her bedroom window at 
home, the moon had always lit up the whole back yard. Here, there was only a 
thin slice of sky visible between the two buildings. Tonight, this narrow 
visible portion was starless and bright, and, undoing the zipper of her 
skirt and dropping it down her firmly curving thighs she imagined a full 
white moon, though she couldn't remember if it was the time for one or 
not... 

From above, on the other side of the air shaft, two figures peered down 
through the ventilation window, their eyes wide and gaping as they watched 
the lushly voluptuous Sharon Schroeder undress. 

Robbie Morgan protested, "Hey, quit pushing me out of the window! I was the 
one that discovered this. I was the one who was here in the first place!" He 
judged the half-way point of the window and leaned against his roommate 
until he filled up what he figured was his half. 

Beside him, his roommate Mark Barnes, hardly noticing, moved to the side 
without much resistance. He had just returned from the library and was still 
too full of shock at Robbie's discovery to believe he was actually seeing 
anything at all of what he seemed to be seeing. Still, there it was below 
them, the lit-up bedroom of the houseparents'... and the large, firmly 
breasted Sharon Schroeder just beginning to unbutton her blouse! He gasped, 
"Jesus this is really something Robbie. Even if they don't do it... we'll 
still see her naked!" 

"Damn, she's got a pair of tits!" Robbie hissed under his breath. "I'd sure 
love to get my hands on them!" 

His momentary disgruntlement at his roommate's entering the room dissolved 
gradually in the wild tangling and burning of his cock jerking rapidly up 
into erection at the probability of seeing Sharon Schroeder naked... soon! 
Jesus, he was almost glad the sorority girl had put him off and left, this 
was better than almost anything! 

"What do you think she'll do?" Mark Barnes asked in a hoarse voice and then 
cleared his throat nervously. "After she takes everything off!" He, too, was 
enjoying the throbbing onset of a really wild erection, and he pushed a hand 
into his pocket, testing the hardness of the warm, blood-engorging length 
with secret satisfaction. He moved it to a more comfortable position where 
he could stroke himself and watch whatever was to happen at the same time. 
He was wondering, Maybe I should cum right now... and then when she 
undresses, I'll cum another time, too. This might never happen again, and he 
was already thinking that he might as well get as much out of it as 
possible! 

Beside him, Robbie Morgan was considering his roommate's question. "I don't 
care what she does... as long as she does it naked!" He also had his hand 
wedged into the pocket of his pants, and he ran his fingers down the 
tingling underside even as he broke into laughter. 

The two boys, their eyes still riveted on the houseparents' window chortled 
nervously for a moment, then Mark said more seriously, "I wish we had 
noticed this before. It's been here all year... and now it's spring." 

"Yeah," Robbie agreed. "I guess we missed a lot." But he felt bad only for a 
moment. His attention was diverted rapidly as Sharon Schroeder let her skirt 
fall to the floor, drawing him back... entirely... to the present. 

Sharon let her skirt slide over her wide-placed hips and down her long 
tapered legs to the floor, picking it up and placing it carefully on the 
chair next to the window, then began removing her undergarments one by one, 
her slip, nylons, and finally her brassiere and panties until she stood in 
front of the window completely naked, feeling the cool night air caress her 
smooth bare skin. 

Still, standing before the window, she turned to study herself in the large 
mirror over the dresser on the other side of the room. She was pleased with 
what she saw, but God... is there anything wrong with that? I guess I'm just 
a narcissist, but I'm not conceited... not really! Besides, it was the only 
pleasure she ever got from her nakedly beautiful body. She looked more 
closely, checking off her good points, and there were many. She had always 
been taught to give her long naturally blonde hair a hundred brush strokes a 
day, and the result was a thick gleaming mass of healthy hair that spilled 
softly now down her back as she pulled the pins of her chignon. During the 
day, she pulled it back like that- in a bun for the sake of neatness and a 
certain mature quality she thought it gave her, but now, she had to admit, 
she hardly looked eighteen years old. Against the shimmering blondness of 
the soft, slightly tousled mane of hair spilling back from her high smooth 
forehead, her wide-set blue eyes stood out above the flawless creamy skin of 
her high, delicately carved cheek bones. Her nose couldn't have been 
proportioned more perfectly; it was small and straight, the nostrils flaring 
just slightly. Her generous mouth was a little large, but no more than would 
be considered softly full and sensuous. 

Feeling slightly embarrassed at her own unabashed pride, she let her eyes 
drift downwards to her full firmly curving nakedness. The full firm mounds 
of her large breasts still swayed upwards from her chest like two enormous 
succulent cantaloupes. They were high set and seemed to flow out from her 
slender smooth shoulders, and were placed close together to form a narrow 
deep line of sensuous cleavage. Her pleasure and embarrassment increasing 
simultaneously, she lifted her hands and cupped one breast in either palm as 
she stood in front of her window, feeling their resilient firmness with 
obvious relish. The darker pink flesh of their aureoles crinkled up in 
sensual response as she brushed the end of a finger over each tiny, bud-like 
nipple, shuddering slightly at the wave of lewdly tingling pleasure that 
slashed immediately through her belly. Guiltily, she slid her hands up from 
the smoothly curving undersides of the large orbs to roll the suddenly 
hardening nipples between her fingers. The flash of lewd feeling she had 
experienced a moment before settled into a steadily burning tingle of white 
hot sensation, rippling all over the base of her spine and through her 
belly, concentrating in a hotly tickling gulf of obscene pleasure roaring 
like a fire up between her legs. 

God, it feels so good that... that I can hardly stand it! If only John would 
do this... put his hands on my breasts... or even... even his mouth... yes, 
suckle on my breasts like a baby. I know I'd just explode... swell up with 
pleasure until it ripped me right apart... yes, cum! just like the women 
always do in stories! 

Still standing in front of the window and feeling even more guilty now, but 
too curious and too, too full of lewdly tempting feeling to resist, she let 
her hands slide slowly down over the smooth plane of her tautly rippling 
abdomen to the soft mound of sparse blonde pubic hair that delicately 
covered the warmly tingling flesh between her legs. It felt so good! Her 
belly was a cauldron of lewdly swirling sensations, all hot and bubbly and 
ready to boil over at any moment! Oh God, she thought, helpless to control 
her finger slipping into the warm, smoothly lubricated inner flesh between 
the soft swelling lips... Everything is all wet! And all swollen up with 
excitement down there between my thighs! The outstretched finger slid up the 
crevice of her softly throbbing vaginal slit to touch the lewdly quivering 
bud of her clitoris, and a charge of erotic sensation shot through her belly 
like an electric shock. Immediately, she withdrew her finger in alarm. 

She started from the window and moved hurriedly to the bathroom as she heard 
her husband come into the room. Ducking behind the bathroom door, she 
grabbed a towel from a rack and wrapped it quickly around her nakedly 
aroused body before returning to the bedroom to look for her nightgown. It 
was in a drawer of the bureau and she didn't want to draw John's attention 
to her by walking across the room stark naked. 

His voice rang out from the bedroom, full of arrogance and impatience, 
"Jesus Christ, I thought that, at least, you'd be ready for bed by now." 

Sharon tightened the towel around her young nakedness, feeling his eyes 
following her as she moved quickly towards the bureau. Her skin crawled when 
she sensed him moving up behind her as she rummaged frantically through the 
drawer. Suddenly, his hands gripped at the towel and threw it to the floor. 
He whirled her around roughly by the shoulders and snorted in her face, 
"You're getting awfully modest... all of a sudden!" 

"John, I wasn't doing anything wrong with that boy. We were just talking 
while we worked in the kitchen." she looked up at him and said boldly, 
trying not to show her fear. 

"Funny, but it looked to me like he was looking down your dress while you 
bent over for him." he snarled sarcastically, then added, "I didn't take 
this job so you could flaunt yourself around. I'm your husband, and I'm not 
going to put up with it!" 

"I wasn't. It's not true!" she blubbered frantically, too confused and 
terrorized to think out some convincing defense. There was no doubt in her 
mind now that John was going to punish her physically for the boy's 
impudence. He was already peeling off his outer clothing, then his 
underwear. His long thick penis, hanging heavily below his flat stomach, was 
rapidly hardening to full erection. 

"You're not going to talk yourself out of this one," he said, and picked up 
his pants from the floor, pointing with them at the bed threateningly. "Now 
lay down on the bed... on your belly! You act like a whore, I'll treat you 
like one!" 

Oh no, not that!... not that again! He was going to do it to her... in her 
behind! She would never get used to it, it hurt so! Sobbing, she slid onto 
the bed on her stomach, already gritting her teeth in anticipation of the 
horrible physical anguish. 

Behind her, she heard the loud clang of his belt as he dropped his pants on 
the floor at the foot of the bed, then the springs sagged under her as he 
plunged onto the mattress. Suddenly, he was kneeling on the bed over her, 
his knees straddling her hips. His lips moved wetly across her wide smooth 
shoulders and down her alabaster white back to the soft hollow at the base 
of her small, narrowly curving waist. In spite of her fear, waves of 
goose-bumps rippled over the firm flesh of her naked back and buttocks in 
response to his moistly licking kisses. A hot glow erupted in her loins that 
were still pulsing sensitively from her arousal moments before. Then the bed 
sagged again as he slid backwards to trail kisses down the rounded soft 
moons of her buttocks. His hands opened over the firmly curving orbs, 
cupping one in either hand; and then he brutally tightened his fingers, 
grabbing the softly warm flesh in his fists. Sharon's ass cheeks began to 
grind and squirm in tiny circles, trying to escape the cruel digging of his 
fingernails into her nakedly defenseless buttocks, but it was useless. 

"I'm the one who fucks you." his obscene aroused voice came from behind her, 
full of gloating at his lewd power over her. "Do you understand?" 

"Yes, John... I-I understand!" 

Oh God, her will rebelled, but he never makes me feel good, too. I never get 
any enjoyment. Doesn't he realize that? 

She jerked as his palms pushed outward, separating the two whitely gleaming 
ass cheeks and exposing the smooth shadowy crevice of her behind. She felt a 
dread surging through her loins and wished he would hurry... get his big 
thick penis in her and do it... cum in her tightly stretched rectum... just 
get it over with! Her naked young belly cringed down against the mattress as 
she felt the warmly pulsing head of his huge cock slip into the sweating 
crevice between the wide-stretched ass cheeks. There was a moment of terror 
for her as he guided the lust inflated head slowly up... and then gradually 
down, the exposed slit, teasing his already fully erect hardness with her 
helpless humiliated flesh. Then, inexorably, the lust-swollen tip came to 
rest at the tiny puckered opening of her defenseless little anus. 

He lifted a hand from one ass cheek to wetten his middle finger with his 
spit, then ran it over the outer edges of the small elastic circle, 
lubricating the tiny opening for its impending ravishment. The terrified 
young blonde shivered and groaned down into the pillow at the probing touch. 
He teased for a moment longer and then shoved forward with a grunt, sinking 
the outstretched finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Sharon flinched 
again from the pain that was as bad as it always was, then ground her mouth 
down into the mattress to keep from screaming as she felt the extra pressure 
of another finger ram in alongside the first. This time it hurt more than it 
ever had, and she clenched her teeth in anguish as he began working the two 
fingers around in large circles, stretching her pained and humiliated anus. 
His thick fingers continued to dig cruelly into her back passage, expanding 
it mercilessly as he twisted and turned them in the tightly puckered little 
hole, preparing it for his coming assault. 

Finally, the fingers pulled out of her reluctantly, the elastic ring of the 
anus clinging to them until they popped out with an obscene sucking sound. 
Oh God, she thought, she wouldn't be able to live through many more of these 
scenes, she wasn't going to be able to face the world much longer with this 
shame and degradation that she felt! There was no doubt at all in her mind 
that she would die on the spot of heart-breaking humiliation if anyone ever 
found out about the depraved way her husband made love to her at times. 

Once again, she felt his hotly throbbing hardness slide into position, 
reaching the fearfully clenched anal ring in the furrow of her buttocks. As 
the blood-engorged head of his cock located the warm smooth wetness of the 
tight little hole between her nakedly quivering ass cheeks, he shivered and 
groaned with satisfaction behind her. 

The lust-swollen tip of his penis rested at the puckered little opening of 
her rectum for what seemed to be an eternity, then he lunged forward to 
drive the thick pulsating shaft deep up into her vainly resisting back 
passage. 

"Ooooooh! Nooooo!" she shuddered and cried as she felt his massively 
hardened cock tearing through her tightly clinging flesh like a red hot 
poker of searing fire, sending great waves of torment through her 
near-splitting rectum. 

"How do you like THAT?" he grunted from behind and ceased moving for a 
second. 

"Oh, John, i-it hurts so... you're killing me!" she choked and pleaded, her 
voice quaking as she sought not to weep. 

Behind and above her, her husband panted heavily and chuckled with lewd 
sadistic delight. This must be her punishment, she thought. Usually, he 
takes a few more minutes... usually, he does it gradually! The blunt 
intrusion of his thick enormous penis seemed to be stretching every fiber of 
her unprepared backside, straining the soft rubbery flesh to its limits and 
causing her to feel more filled than she had ever been in her life. It feels 
like he's as big... as a telephone pole! She grunted in submission, tears 
streaming down her cheeks and her hair spilling out in wild disarray to 
complete her utter shame and degradation. 

Without giving the skewered young girl a chance to adjust to his heatedly 
pulsating thickness in her rectum, he started right in, drawing backwards 
and then thrusting forward with brutal strength, building immediately into a 
rapid and deeply plunging rhythm. He was so filled up with his cruel and 
sadistic power over her that he wasn't going to give her a minute to adjust 
to his cruel sodomizing. He didn't care how much he was hurting her! He 
enjoyed soiling and defiling her; every moment of her torture increased his 
barbarous rampaging pleasure. She could hear his grunts and groans of 
delight bursting through the silence of the room, she hated him, but there 
was nothing she could do about it. 

Sharon sensed him leaning back to watch his long thick cock as it moved in 
and out of the resilient, elastically giving ring of her anus... watching 
the tender rubbery flesh being pulled out slightly, clinging to the reddened 
flesh of his cock as he withdrew, then swallowing it whole as he fucked 
deeper and harder up inside of her. The smooth flesh of her back passage 
gripped him sheath-like, the tiny muscles of her rectum pulsing and 
undulating against the sensitive sides of his steadily moving length. 

God, it hurts, she thought. But it always did... because of the size of 
him... but this time he hadn't eased gradually into her, and she let out a 
moan of pain into the pillow, her fingers clenching the bedclothes as though 
for support against the dizzying waves of torture surging through her being. 
She wanted to kill him, if only to end the anguish, but that being 
impossible, her mind prayed dully for the strength to endure it. 

She could feel her husband's long thick cock swelling and expanding ever 
larger with sadistic lust at seeing her cringed in the helpless position 
beneath him, and he began to pound into her faster and deeper. The rubbery 
flesh of her rectum clung painfully to the sides of his enormous male organ 
and, gasping with pleasure, he made his withdrawal strokes abupt - as though 
he were trying to rip out the soft tender insides of her helpless young 
body. 

Finally, in utter defeat and subjugation, Sharon sobbed and began to 
lasciviously undulate her round, firmly curving buttocks up against his 
brutally driving pelvis. The only way to escape this torture was to end it 
as soon as possible! She began to move her smooth white ass cheeks in tiny 
rotating circles, clasping the head of his cock with the slight throb of her 
painfully pulsing rectum on the outstroke. 

"Uuuuuuuuh!" John Schroeder grunted in delight and surprise. She was fucking 
back! He finally had her where he wanted her, she was a slave lying before 
him, prepared to follow his every wish and command, and further groans of 
delight began to spill from his lust-contorted lips. The smoothly rotating 
movement of her buttocks and the arched hollowing of her back continued as 
she worked and ground back into him like a female demon, her long blonde 
hair falling over her face and around her neck and nakedly smooth back as 
she squirmed lewdly on her stomach in front of him in total obedience and 
subjugation. 

With arrogant pleasure, he placed his hands on her firmly jouncing ass 
cheeks and squeezed the smooth resilient flesh in his palms; it oozed up 
between his fingers, forming thick pliant ridges that turned white as the 
blood began to leave them. Each time he thrust his long hard cock into her 
softly undulating rectum, he gripped harder, his pleasure increasing with 
her torture. Finally, as though unable to stand his own cruel teasing any 
longer, his hands left her constantly moving buttocks to roam over her firm 
youthful body at will, squeezing her firm young thighs, small narrow waist, 
and the full ripeness of her breasts squashed tightly against the mattress 
beneath her. 

He was hurting her and groans of torment came from" her lips, but she 
continued r undulating her helpless young form beneath him, trying, to make 
him cum... wanting him to plunge all the way to the depths of her painfully 
clinging rectum until he erupted helplessly in orgasm, bringing relief to 
both of them. Then this anguish would be over! 

Her face rolled from side to side on the pillow and flushed pink from the 
intensity of her effort. Her eyes were wide in unseeing concentration as she 
thought only of the moment of fulfillment. She tossed and churned her body 
beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end, grunting and groaning with him, 
encouraging and pleading with the motions of her steadily undulating 
buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot viscous sperm of 
his orgasm. 

Beneath the painfully searing pain, there now began to burn a small steady 
flame of masochistic pleasure. She was aware of her full naked breasts 
pressed under her into the bedspread; she could feel the steadily stiffening 
tips of her bare sensitive nipples brushing harshly back and forth against 
the coarseness of the cloth as he buffeted her defenseless young body under 
him. But she gave it no more thought than to merely recognize it was there. 
Nothing mattered now, even the first warmly tingling sensations she now felt 
of lewd obscene pleasure. Instead, every fiber of her entire being focused 
in on the wild throbbing of his rapidly enlarging and stiffening cock that 
she knew meant he was going to cum soon! She hung there anticipating, 
expectant and ready to meet it when it happened. I wish I could make him 
cum... and cum and cum... drain every last drop from him... until he could 
never cum again! 

Her now crazed husband behind her began to fuck into her tortured anal 
passage like a maniac. His large hands cupping her nakedly bouncing ass 
cheeks stretched them and spread them wide apart, exposing completely the 
pitifully tiny hole of her tightly puckering rectum stuffed to its utmost 
limits around his thickening, near-bursting cock. She shuddered with shame 
and humiliation as she sensed the moist coral walls of her anal passage 
clinging obscenely to his brutally sodomizing shaft, disappearing and 
reappearing with each cruel stroke. She could almost feel herself splitting 
open from the extreme power and pressure he was exerting deep down inside 
her and she gritted her teeth tightly to bear it. 

Then, suddenly, he grunted deeply and flexed the strong muscles of his 
buttocks, driving his deeply throbbing penis deep into her warmly burning 
rectum to the very hilt. She could feel the slight remaining resistance of 
the passage give way totally before the hotly bulging head of his shaft, and 
a deep guttural cry of helplessness and submission came from deep in her 
chest. She could feel the rubbery tight walls of her backside holding the 
lewdly desecrating organ vise-like and hot; they closed resiliently and 
possessively around its full expanded length until she could sense every 
inch of its obscenely throbbing hardness imbedded hopelessly and deep, deep 
in her being. The huge sac of his balls, bloated and heavy with the need to 
cum, slammed up tight against the folds that covered her ignored vagina. 

The thickly throbbing shaft jerked inside her, and she realized that the 
moment was here when he was going to explode obscenely inside her and fill 
her nakedly defenseless backside with his lewd male cum! He began hammering 
into her in a mad scramble for orgasm until he was thrusting her forward 
into the headboard, his breath exploding in hot rapid gusts against her 
steadily undulating back as he fell over her... until, suddenly, with a 
high-pitched squeal, he stiffened and slammed into her with one final 
earth-shattering lunge. 

He came! There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great 
expanding cock burst like a rapidly gushing dam as he emptied his liquid 
sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her tightly clasping 
rectum. She thought the wildly shooting penis would never stop ejaculating 
into her and could feel the white hot fluid overflowing around his still 
rapidly jerking organ and forcing its way out the tight nether ring clamped 
so fiercely around the base of his huge spewing cock. Finally, with a deep 
groan of satisfaction, his enormous weight collapsed heavily on her limp and 
battered body. 

Beneath him, Sharon gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt her 
husband's deflated and limp shaft slowly and gradually withdraw from her hot 
flooded behind. There was a lewd slurping noise as it slipped from between 
the full white moons of her buttocks with a loud wetly sucking noise. Then 
there was a sudden cool rush of air against the wetness of her ravished 
loins as he lifted himself from her and collapsed on the bed beside her. She 
closed her eyes, sensing tears of relief and shame spilling down her burning 
cheeks and feeling more dirty and humiliated than she had ever been in her 
life. 

"Get yourself cleaned up... I'm shot! Let's get come sleep!" he broke 
through the euphoria of his own completion to grunt at her. He barely 
managed to stumble to his feet, pull back the covers on his side of the bed 
and slide between the sheets, his eyes closing immediately as he came to 
rest on his stomach. 

At least... it's over! Sharon said to herself. She rose wearily from the bed 
and padded across the room to the bathroom. Her whole rectal passage ached 
and felt torn, and she could still feel it burning slightly where his strong 
pungent seminal fluid overflowed between her battered ass cheeks. Someday, 
she gasped out the sobs that jerked from her chest as she bent over to pour 
water into the tub, he'll be sorry... I'll get... even!! Still shaking with 
tears, she lowered her aching young body into the hot cleansing water... 

"Jesus Christ," Robbie Morgan hissed softly through his teeth as the nakedly 
curvaceous housemother disappeared into the bathroom. "He fucked her... up 
the asshole!" 

"Yeah," Marc Barnes gasped in response, as his cock continued to jerk 
painfully in the confines of his pants. "He sure as hell... did!" 

Slightly shaken, the two boys pulled themselves from the window and jumped 
to the floor, each collapsing finally in a sitting position on the edge of 
his own bed. Robbie had never seen anything like that before in his life... 
nor expected to, and he didn't know how to react. His feelings humbled in a 
swirling confusion of shock and insatiated sexual need. 

Marc was thinking back to his encounter earlier that evening with Sharon 
Schroeder and the housefather in the kitchen. I thought it was something 
when I looked down her dress and saw her tits... and it was... but now I've 
seen everything... boy, I'd never have believed it! 

"I'd sure like to screw her," Robbie said dreamily, knitting his eyebrows 
together. "Wouldn't you?" 

"Christ! I'd give my right arm to get my cock into her!" Marc exclaimed. 
"I'd give her a fucking she'd remember for the rest of her days!" He watched 
curiously as Robbie stood up in the narrow aisle. "But I guess there isn't 
much chance of that... " 

"Maybe... maybe not," Robbie answered mysteriously. He stepped back up onto 
the bed, reached for the bottle on the shelf and took a deep swig. It made 
him feel more confident as he became aware again of the inferno of desire 
still churning in his loins. The idea of having some fun with the blonde 
housemother didn't seem at all that far-fetched or impossible. Christ! he 
thought, jumping down to the floor with the bottle, she's ripe for some real 
loving or she wouldn't have been finger-fucking herself. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Coming into the small Illinois college town from the highway on the west, 
David Jensen drove past several motels and filling stations, then abruptly 
swung onto the empty parking lot of a chain hamburger restaurant. It was 
past two o'clock in the morning, and his eyes felt dry and itchy with 
weariness and too much cigarette smoke. He stared down the white, 
brightly-lit highway ahead where another mile or so of flashing neon was 
glaringly reflected back at him. As he recalled the outskirts of the 
hundreds of towns they had driven through since leaving Los Angeles two days 
ago, it was the sameness of this scene with them that made him decide to 
stop now. 

He stole a glance at the young curvaceous brunette woman sleeping beside him 
in the front seat, and smiled. She had turned her round, fair-complexioned 
face to one side, and her cheek was pressed against the plastic upholstery 
of the back of the seat. All the weight of her short, generously curving 
body was balanced at that point, and it looked as though the slightest jolt 
of the car would send her spilling over into his lap at any moment. He 
thought about that a minute and liked the idea. His eyes caught on her 
moistly glistening, slightly puckered mouth. In sleep, her full pink lips 
were slightly parted, and they opened and closed softly as she breathed. He 
lewdly pictured them slipping over the head of his slowly stiffening, 
half-erect cock, then opening and closing around it. After two days on the 
road, he knew he'd pump it all the way down her throat if that ever 
happened. 

But he hardly knew the girl, and it wasn't likely to happen. He had met her 
two weeks ago in Los Angeles in an acting class. He had been looking for 
riders to drive with him to New York, to share expenses... and that was all 
their relationship amounted to. They were both hoping to find more work in 
New York. Since most of the dramatic TV shows had moved to California, David 
didn't really expect that to happen either. Jesus, David thought, we've got 
to be crazy going to New York... the fact that they were going there 
suddenly brought home how desperate the job situation was for actors. He 
shoved the thought out of his mind. 

She had told him her name was Teri Martin, that she was twenty two years old 
and from Charleston, South Carolina. In Los Angeles, she had worked as a 
salesgirl in a dress shop to pay for her acting classes. She'd done quite a 
bit of work as an extra and had even had a few bit parts. There was no doubt 
at all that she was a beauty, and she had the kind of personality, 
aggressive and cock-sure of herself, that an actress needed. 

But now Teri looked less pretty and strangely vulnerable, and David found 
himself more attracted to her than he had been before. He found himself 
studying her suddenly exposed faults with sensual relish. Despite the 
general regularity of her soft feminine features, she was too short and her 
body frame too fine boned for the generous voluptuousness of her full firm 
breasts, and wide roundly curving hips. The large melony orbs straining 
against the tightness of her sleeveless summer sweater, seemed almost 
obscenely over large next to the general delicacy of the rest of her body. 
Still though she wasn't wearing a brassiere, the enticing mounds protruded 
from high on her chest and stood out resiliently. In the dim light of the 
car, he could make out the outline of one taut rounded nipple, poking 
against the sweater and forming a small circle of slightly darker color 
underneath the thin cloth. Suddenly he thought of the old burlesque gag 
about playing 'telephone' with a girl - one tit in the mouth, the other in 
the ear. He laughed aloud. 

Ten stirred, her lips moving soundless, tentatively and it was like watching 
someone remember how to talk. 

"What the hell's so funny?" she said aggressively. She was still half-sleep, 
and her words came out with a thick southern accent. Usually, she kept it 
repressed. In agony, Teri pulled her damp, slightly sticking cheek from the 
upholstery and turned face forward in the car. She was still half-asleep and 
her body felt over-heated and impossibly heavy. She sighed deeply, 
forgetting to listen for an answer to her question, and bent over slowly, 
fumbling blindly over the darkness of the car floor around her feet for the 
pack of cigarettes that had slipped from her lap when she had turned to the 
side in her sleep. Finally, she located them under her seat and leaned back, 
breathing deeply again and glaring at them. There were only two cigarettes 
left in the pack. She could feel her stomach flip-flopping nervously as the 
unpleasantries of the wide awake world came into her consciousness steadily 
and one by one. She hadn't eaten more than a hamburger in the last twenty 
four hours... and there was only a crisp twenty dollar bill left in her 
billfold. The inside of her stomach hurt, and she was sure she was 
developing an ulcer. 

"We've stopped," she suddenly noticed and glanced out the side window at the 
empty blacktop of the parking lot. "Why the hell have we stopped?" 

She cleared her throat. David Jensen followed her glance around the empty 
lot. It was well lit, and that made it seem emptier. Suddenly, he wondered 
if a night watchman might not be watching them. The glass walls of the 
building were spotted with tempting food advertisements. On the other side, 
the highway was also temporarily empty. 

"Look," he said, leaning forward and turning her way in the seat. "We're not 
going to make it to Indiana tonight. I'm bushed... let's stop. I know it's 
one more night than we planned... " 

"I'll drive," she cut in groggily, reaching to the floor for her purse and 
dropping the pack of cigarettes in it. She began gathering her things 
together. 

"You're tired! And I can't sleep while you're driving in that state," he 
went on. "I think we should stop." 

"Stop! We can't stop!" she interrupted in a surprised and panicked voice. 
"I've got to get to New York!" 

Once again, her stomach throbbed and felt raw. They had planned to stop over 
only three nights and, if they quit driving today when they were only this 
far, it would certainly mean an extra stop-over. She was already worried 
about arriving in New York with so little money, and now things were looking 
steadily worse. Christ! She might arrive broke! Now it seemed perfectly 
clear that she had made a mistake in giving up her job and leaving Los 
Angeles so abruptly. God, I must be an absolute idiot! she thought. I could 
have borrowed money to get through the week. I would have been getting a 
check on Friday! She could feel her heart fluttering and the palms of her 
hands wettening as she thought ahead of what might actually happen when she 
got to New York. The only person she knew there was a boy, another actor. 
She had met him one day at the Malibu Beach and they had ended up spending 
two weeks together, making love almost constantly. Then he had stayed at her 
apartment in Los Angeles for a few days before going back to New York for a 
television job. Suddenly, their relationship seemed more casual than she had 
been thinking, and her stomach sunk with fear. Six months had passed and 
neither one of them had been much for writing more than a few letters. What 
if he wasn't glad to see her? What if he didn't want her to stay at his 
apartment? What if he's NO LONGER THERE? 

David Jensen turned the key in the ignition and drove across the lot to the 
exit, then, without waiting, turned out onto the empty highway. The only 
other vehicle in sight was a semi way down the line and its lights blinked 
back at him as it plodded along, Despite Teri's insistence that they keep 
moving, he kept his eyes out for likely looking motels and all night diners. 
He didn't have much money either, or he would have stopped even if she 
hadn't wanted to. As it was, he had let himself be persuaded, but he was 
still wondering if she might change her mind. 

He started to attention as the semi, still far ahead, signalled and turned 
off the road. 

"Stop for coffee?" he asked, sure that it must be a diner. 

Three other semis were parked in the large gravel parking lot that 
surrounded the tiny restaurant... obviously a truck stop. The place was 
oddly shaped, long and narrow with small lit up windows running around the 
sides, and it reminded him of a box car. He looked Teri over carefully as 
she got out of the car, smoothed her skirt and walked up the narrow sidewalk 
ahead of him. Several times he had wished she would wear a brassiere but he 
had never found the words to say it. She wore a short tight micro-skirt and 
the tight sleeveless summer sweater, and below her slender bare legs; 
thickly heeled sandals that made her legs look even more naked. He 
experienced the usual moment of uneasiness as they walked in and several 
male heads turned to stare in their direction, but he ignored them and moved 
straight to the counter. He sat down and brushed back his long blonde hair 
with his fingers. It wasn't as long as many of his friends wore it, but it 
was still long enough to brush over his collar. He also Wore sandals, and 
jeans and a tee shirt. He stood over six feet four and was well built. At 
times like this, he was glad of his height, because he knew the men would 
stare at the girl, but they wouldn't bother him. Actually, he had never been 
much interested in body building or sports, things of that sort. He just 
looked like he was, and he was glad of that now. He had always been large 
for his age, but his deep-set gentle looking hazel eyes were more reflective 
of his true personality. 

Teri sat expressionless as he ordered two cups of coffee and two apple pies. 
Usually, she enjoyed the glances she got from men, but tonight she was too 
tired to be bothered. She ate the pie slowly, then lit one of her last two 
cigarettes and smoked it with equal slowness, enjoying it with the coffee. 
Her mood was changing, and she was beginning to wonder if maybe David wasn't 
right and they should stop. Not getting sleep was doing something to her 
that she didn't like. Her usual self-confidence was slipping away, and she 
felt more uneasy and nervous about her present situation each moment. She 
was glad that she was with David and not a girlfriend. For the moment, being 
with a man made her feel more secure, although she knew there was no real 
basis for that feeling, in fact. 

"You're originally from California, aren't you?" she turned and smiled at 
him suddenly, as they sat at the low plastic-topped counter on revolving 
stools. 

David frowned at her reflection in the mirror facing them from the other 
side of the counter. They had talked mostly about their careers, and it took 
him a moment to adjust to the personal question. "No... Washington. Not D.C. 
But I haven't lived there since I went to school," he tried to explain it 
clearly. 'Then I went to college in San Francisco." 

"Oh... I thought you were just an actor," she looked away and said 
uncomfortably. 

He chuckled. "I am just an actor." 

"I mean, I didn't know you'd been to school." 

"That's how I got into acting. I was in a few plays and ended up majoring in 
drama." 

She frowned, then looked up at him seriously, "Maybe I should do that. I 
never thought it would be that important for acting. Do you think it helps?" 

"I suppose it would help... if I ever got a job," he smiled wryly and 
shrugged his shoulders. "As it is I'm not working... so it doesn't seem to 
make that much difference how much training I've had." 

He looked into his coffee and wondered how much of himself he should reveal 
to the girl. He didn't know how, if he were to say anything at all, he could 
present it in any understandable fashion. At twenty four, the pattern of his 
life was already twisted and complicated. He had lived in so many places 
that when people asked where he was from, he never knew quite what to say. 
Usually, he told them Washington... other times, California. Actually, he 
had been born and raised through grade school in Colorado. Then he had 
turned fourteen and, suddenly, his very ordinary life had changed into 
something incredible... at least to him. Abruptly, he had learned that his 
parents' marriage wasn't a happy one, and that his father, a doctor, ran 
around with other women. His mother had told him just before the public 
scandal broke in the local newspaper. His father had been having an affair 
with his receptionist, and in a pique of jealousy when he wouldn't leave his 
family, the girl had shot his father and then killed herself. The next few 
weeks were a living nightmare. His father recuperated in the hospital and 
then was investigated for possible murder charges. Then his father was 
giving up his practice, and his parents were getting a divorce. It had 
seemed natural that David and his brother should move with his father to 
Washington and finish high school there... then, four years later, that he 
should go to college in California because his mother and sisters were 
living there. Now she lived in San Mateo and had two more sons, only six and 
seven at this time, by her second husband, a lawyer. David knew the 
experience had deeply shaken his confidence and made him more sensitive to 
suffering than he would have been otherwise. But, as he grew older, he 
sensed something of his father's philandering nature in himself. 

"Well, I guess we ought to get going!" he said and looked up at the clock on 
the wall across the counter, feeling nervous all of a sudden. It was past 
three o'clock, and they had lost an hour. He left money on the counter and 
stood at the door while Teri changed her twenty dollar bill and bought 
cigarettes. 

Together, they walked out into the cool night air. He sensed her difficulty 
in keeping up with his long strides and slowed down a bit as they recrossed 
the gravel lot to the car. Just before opening the door, he glanced at the 
empty brightly lit highway and felt almost as tired as he had before having 
the coffee. 

"Maybe we should stop," Teri Martin turned to him and said tentatively from 
the front seat. She hesitated because she didn't have much money, and she 
didn't see how she could manage to afford it... unless they took a room 
together! The first night they had slept outdoors in the mountains, and last 
night they had taken single rooms. But, at this point, she felt she knew 
David better and she thought she wouldn't mind sharing a room with him... if 
he didn't. She leaned back and imagined almost sensuously the feeling of a 
bath, followed by clean sheets. She thought it would be nice to he next to 
someone and imagined that it might ease this terrible anxiety she now felt 
about her future, if only for a few minutes. 

David, behind the wheel, glanced at her and didn't answer her for a second. 
She sat quite still, and her short skirt was riding high up her full, trimly 
curving thighs, exposing her slender, slightly tanned legs almost 
completely. Their eye-filling nakedness was unbroken between her small 
delicate ankles and the insides of her firm upper thighs. She sat a moment 
longer, then her curvaceous young body lifted slightly as she reached to 
close the door on her side of the car. 

His eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open as she leaned forward and 
the short skirt underneath her hiked all the way up the smooth evenly-tanned 
backs of her legs, revealing her full resilient thighs up to the point where 
the elastic legbands of her panties cupped under the orbs of her firmly 
molded buttocks. He swallowed deeply at the stimulating sight of the 
smoothly rounded lower halves of her ass cheeks barely encased in the sheer 
nylon cloth. He thought that he was able to make out the deep crevice 
between the two trim half moons, even in the darkness of the car. 

Then she fell back into the seat, and the door slammed. David sighed deeply 
and glanced away. For the first time, he wished he had used the opportunity 
of the long trip to make some kind of play for her or, at least, to get to 
know her better. They might have had something going by now, and he could 
see clearly and regretfully that a casual flirtation would have gone a long 
way towards making this interminable journey seem shorter. But he had been 
so tied up in his worries about getting work that it really hadn't even 
occurred to him. 

He turned to frown at her, as though considering her question, and his eyes 
widened again. She didn't pull down the skirt but left it, unadjusted, 
riding far up her slightly parted thighs. At the same time, she seemed to be 
smiling at him, mysteriously. There was something suggestive, almost 
imperceptibly so, but still definitely seductive in the way her soft full 
mouth opened just slightly, her moistly glistening lips curled in tenderness 
and amusement; their slow gentle movement as she breathed reminded him of 
the way she had looked earlier in sleep, and, once again, he found himself 
imagining how they would look stretched widely around his cock. He wondered 
if she was thinking the same thing he was! God, I'd like to ball her... if 
she'd let me! 

As they sat silently in the front seat of the car, he glanced out at the 
endless highway and thought a minute. Then he turned back to her, having 
decided to pursue the possibility. I'd be an idiot... not to! he thought. 
Still, he realized they were only half way through their trip and, if she 
wasn't interested, the rest of the trip might prove awkward. He hesitated 
another minute, not wanting to be tactless. I don't want to blow it! He 
smiled and, suddenly, found himself saying, "You've changed your mind?" 

"Yes, I guess I did!" she agreed slowly, and then laughed softly at herself, 
a hint of a grin playing at the corners of her mouth. Abruptly, she looked 
away out the front window, as though avoiding his glance. "It was 
ridiculous," she began slowly, "to think we could make it much farther than 
Illinois tonight. At least, that's the way I feel about it right now!" 

"You mean, you're feeling pretty tired? Too tired to drive?" he encouraged, 
trying to sound sympathetic and not enthusiastic. 

"Well, yes." she sighed and turned to look at him directly. "I am, to be 
perfectly honest." 

"I am, too." he admitted with a frown. 

"All I can think about right now... is taking a bath and crawling into a 
nice warm bed." her voice came dreamily from the other side of the car. 

David Jensen could feel the pulsating erection in his pants rising to almost 
its full height. The tight restricting material of his jeans hurt, and he 
tried sitting a different way, hoping it would slip into some more 
comfortable position. It didn't help at all! "The only problem," he began in 
spite of his discomfort, "is that neither of us can really afford an extra 
night in a motel." He watched her closely for her reaction, but there was 
none. She continued to listen expectantly, leaving the burden of the 
negotiations squarely with him. He blurted out, "Would it be okay to get a 
double room?" 

A light of amusement and recognition seemed to flare momentarily again in 
her eyes, then she looked away again. "Yes, that'd be okay." she said and 
yawned casually. 

"You're sure... it's okay with you?" he repeated. 

She laughed softly. "Sure, I'm sure. Why not?" 

David started the car, driving straight across the parking lot up to the 
exit. Her last remark didn't sit too well with him and he ignored her, 
anxious now merely to get to the motel and find out what was going to 
happen. Why not? he repeated her words to himself. Because I'm going to fuck 
your ass off... when I get you into that motel room! He remembered a small 
inexpensive looking motel they had passed earlier, when he had first thought 
of stopping, and now he turned in that direction, backtracking about a mile 
in the direction from which they had come. 

Five minutes later, he spotted it sitting back quite a distance from the 
road and drove right up the driveway, stopping directly in front of the door 
of the office. He was relieved to find the vacancy sign flashing off and on 
in red, just the way he remembered it. 

"I'll be right back." he said hoarsely, opening the door and jumping out. He 
walked up to the door and peered in at the empty looking office, then went 
in anyway. The bells on the door jangled loudly and woke a bald man sleeping 
over a newspaper behind the counter. He took the cheapest room available 
and, minutes later, was back in the car, driving it up to their door. 

"This is it!" he said, letting the headlights rest on the door a moment and 
then switching off the ignition. "Well, here we are." 

"Yes, here we are!" Teri repeated in a warm voice from the other side of the 
car. She paused a moment, then, "It looks... very nice!" 

"I told him not to wake us up in the morning." Jensen commented hoarsely 
over the onset of another erection. He forced himself to concentrate on the 
business of actually getting into the motel room. "Is that all right with 
you? I got an alarm in my duffel bag." 

"Oh, then we can sleep... real late." she waited for him to move to get out, 
and then opened the door on her side, following him around to the trunk of 
the car. "Then we can take our time, have baths, relax a minute." 

"That sounds good to me!" 

He lifted the door of the trunk and took out his duffel bag, then waited 
while Teri pulled out a large suitcase. He sucked in deeply at the fresh 
night air, then carried both pieces of luggage up to the door and stood 
there while she unlocked it. 

The room was large and clean, the furnishings modest, but adequate. He 
glanced hurriedly at the large double bed, covered with a bright red 
bedspread. The sudden brightness of the overhead light seemed glaring to his 
tired eyes, and, dropping the luggage, he moved to the desk, switching on 
the softer desk lamp and turning off the other. He watched her walk softly 
across the carpet and disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind 
her. Then he sighed and dropped into a chair, pulling off his sandals. 

"Somehow, I don't feel so tired... now that I know that I don't have to 
drive any more tonight." he said good-naturedly and laughed at himself, as 
she came out of the bathroom. 

"Yes, washing up affected me that way, too." Teri agreed pleasantly and 
smiled, picking up her suitcase and dropping it onto the bed. 

"If we feel like it tomorrow, it might not be a bad idea to stop here for a 
day or two." he said. He had thought about this earlier as a desperate 
maneuver, if they ran out of money. But the way things were working out 
between them now, he found himself actually liking the idea. "We might work 
a day or two and then move on. We'd have picked up a little money, at 
least." 

"Say, that's a good idea." Teri was impressed and looked up from the 
suitcase. Suddenly she smiled at him in gratitude and relief. The thought of 
earning some money was reassuring. Besides, her impatience to get to New 
York City had been changing rapidly into dread. She moved entirely away from 
the suitcase to stand in front of his chair and look down at him. "Do you 
think we'd earn much?" 

"Thirty dollars a day." David guessed. "Between us... " 

She thought about that a moment, feeling pleased and surprised. "Why... 
you're really clever." she smiled in approval and shrugged, then laughed at 
herself. Still smiling at him, she walked back around the bed to her open 
suitcase and added, "You're all right!" 

As she began searching through her suitcase, David stood up and walked to 
the other side of the bed. Standing directly opposite to her now, he focused 
blankly on the wall and began undoing the buckle of his belt. It's now or 
never. I mean to ball her. And I'm not going to get anywhere... acting any 
different! He unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down his legs, tossing 
them across the room into the empty chair. Next, the tee shirt came off and 
he sat down on the side of the bed in his jockey shorts, casually setting 
the alarm clock for the morning. But he could feel the crawling, drawing up 
sensation in his scrotum that signalled the beginning of another erection. 
He could feel his cock painfully throbbing with his racing blood. 

His heart jumped to his throat as she closed the lid of the suitcase, 
holding only a brush in her hands. Jesus, I thought... she'd be looking for 
a... nightgown! He had turned to the side, and now her eyes lowered for a 
moment to the visible bulge at his crotch. She grinned, a bit more 
forcefully this time. 

"I think you like me." she said bluntly, with a twinkle in her eye. "I can 
tell." 

"You're most observant." he laughed nervously. "I didn't think you'd 
notice." 

"How could I help it? You're really built." 

Teri walked across the room and laid it on the bureau, turning her back to 
him. He could feel the blood continuing to gorge warmly into his cock, 
straining his long thick member against the restricting tightness of his 
jockey shorts as she began to undress. She took off her watch and carefully 
laid it on the bureau, then began to slowly undo the belt on her skirt. He 
couldn't see it directly because her back was to him, but he watched the 
movement of her arms and it sent his imagination racing wildly. She let her 
skirt drop to the carpeted floor, then picked it up and walked casually with 
it to the closet. Now she was dressed only in her sweater and sheer little 
white nylon panties. His eyes glowed in anticipation at the provocative 
sight of the panties wedged into the narrow crevice between her firm roundly 
curved ass cheeks as she had bent over gracefully to pick up her skirt. The 
firm half-exposed moons joggled seductively as she shifted from one foot to 
the other in the open closet door, hanging the skirt. Slowly, she pulled the 
sweater over her head and folded it, revealing the white, naked expanse of 
her smoothly flowing back. Finally, she turned and walked gracefully across 
the carpet towards the bed, her beautiful young body entirely naked except 
for the sheer narrow strip of panties that covered her protruding pubic 
mound. 

As she neared the bed, he gulped deeply and held his breath. He stared, in 
spite of himself. Jesus, she's got a beautiful body! Her large, gently 
uplifted breasts were wide-spaced and placed high on her chest. They swayed 
and jiggled firmly as she neared the bed. The white flesh that covered them 
was smooth and translucent looking, and each pink, budlike nipple stood out 
tautly in the center of a large round slightly darker pink aureole. For a 
moment, he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his 
long fully erect cock as his eyes traveled warmly down her naked 
hourglass-like body. Her tiny nipped-in waist flowed smoothly into a flat 
taut abdomen and full, firmly curving hips. His steadily throbbing penis 
strained painfully against the cloth of his shorts as his eyes traveled over 
the small soft-looking "vee" of her gently molded pubic mound, snugly 
encased in the pink nylon panties. 

Jesus, what is she... trying to do to me! If she backs out now... I won't be 
able to take it... I'll rape her! He thought of the money they had spent for 
the room and realized dryly that he wouldn't get one wink of sleep tonight 
lying nakedly beside her voluptuous, lust-inciting body. Not if she doesn't 
let me fuck her... I won't sleep at all! 

As Teri threw back the blankets on one side stretched out luxuriantly naked 
on the sheets beside him, it was all he could do to keep from throwing his 
aroused, hotly churning body on top of her lush nakedness. She sighed and 
rested her head back against the pillow, her long dark hair spilling and 
cascading out softly around her pretty young face. He moved closer and bent 
over her, feeling his long stiff hardness pressing hotly against the 
mattress. 

"Do you want... some excitement tonight, David? she smiled. "Did you want to 
make love to me?" She had seen already the obvious bulge in his tight 
shorts. She had known even before they stopped at the motel that he wanted 
her. 

"God, you know I do." he gasped. "I want to fuck you so bad... my balls are 
aching!" 

He let the weight of his naked chest come down on her firmly uptilted 
breasts. Then he kissed her hard, his lips flattening hers back harshly 
against her teeth and his tongue plunging Wetly deep into the warm moist 
cavern of her mouth. Her wetly parted lips opened willingly to accept his 
tongue, and the nerve-tingling darting of hers against his own caused his 
massively rigid cock to jerk ever more desperately against the confines of 
his undershorts. He wedged his hands slowly under the smooth, gently curving 
hollow of her back, then brought them gradually down underneath her panties 
to cup over her youthfully rounded buttocks, one tender ass cheek in each 
firmly gripping hand. He pulled her warm pubic mound tightly up against his 
hot, rigidly throbbing loins and could feel the muscles of her warm-fleshed 
buttocks start to flex smoothly under his tightly clenching fingers as she 
began a slow undulation of her pelvis up against him. She was willing 
enough, more than willing, but for a moment, he left it like that. He 
savored lustfully the feeling of his darting tongue in the warm wetness of 
her mouth while his hands caressed and kneaded her slowly grinding buttocks 
beneath the sheer smooth silkiness of her skimpy panties. Gradually, he, 
began to rub his long, fully expanded shaft ever more forcefully against her 
soft hair-covered pubic mound, only the flimsy cloth of her panties and his 
shorts between them now. 

The long deep kiss was broken as he lifted himself up and forced himself, 
momentarily, to, pull away. He slipped his fingers under the waist band of 
her panties, pulling them gradually down over her rapidly breathing abdomen 
and! partially spread legs. Teri looked up at him, expectant and ready. 

"First, I'm going to go down on you! I want to... eat your pussy!" he said 
in a husky voice, already crawling up and kneeling between her eagerly 
trembling thighs. 

"Oh... David." was all the naked girl said, and it was a wanton groan of 
anticipation. 

Once again, he slipped his hands firmly under her nakedly rounded buttocks. 
Then, the tall young actor lowered his head and simultaneously drew the 
sparse triangle of her black-hair covered loins to his hungrily gaping 
mouth. His nostrils flared as the warm honeyed taste of her moistly 
throbbing cunt wetted his lips and his long tongue snaked out to probe 
deeply through the black, softly curling tendrils. He pressurized deep into 
the exotic softness of her vaginal lips until he found the stiffly pulsing 
bud of her aroused little clitoris. Teri whimpered ecstatically and, once 
again, flexed the muscles of her naked young buttocks to push her hotly 
excited pussy up to his face. Her entire lushly ripened body shuddered and 
swayed beneath him as his moist probing tongue made electric contact with 
the wet pulsating center of her being. 

Teri Martin lay nakedly writhing underneath him, luxuriating in the obscene 
sensations coursing through her belly under the ministrations of his hot 
working mouth. Oh God, I'm glad we stopped! I wish he'd keep doing this to 
me... forever and ever! Lewd fantasies of the next few days they would spend 
together in this town and then the two days traveling that it would 
certainly take them to reach New York began to race through her mind in 
kaleidescopic lust-inciting images of sex... I want to unzip his pants while 
he drives... play with him... and suck on his cock! Once she had done that 
to the boy in New York, and he had practically had an accident; when he had 
cum, he had lost control of the car for a moment and driven off the road. 
Maybe... just maybe... when we get to New York... he'll let David stay at 
the apartment, too... and I'll let both of them do it to me... together! As 
David continued now to run his wetly licking tongue over and around her hot 
quivering little clitoris, she reached down to his rapidly working head and 
gently ran her fingers through his long blond hair. She pressed her 
fingertips softly into his cheeks, savoring the moistly sucking sensations a 
moment longer, then gradually pulled his face up from her excitedly 
throbbing pussy. He's got a cock that's just out of sight!... And I've got 
to have it! 

"David," she gasped, "your mouth is wonderful. I want to repay you, darling. 
Do you want me to put my lips, around your cock?... I want to suck on you, 
too!" 

Still kneeling, David looked up at her and panted hoarsely, "Oh God, yes! 
Suck my cock!" 

As he pulled himself from between her naked widely-splayed legs and rolled 
onto his back beside her, she waited expectantly. Then, she crawled up on 
her knees between his strongly muscled legs, just as he had knelt earlier 
between hers. But before she could reach forward to peel the shorts down his 
thighs, he pushed them down his legs and off his ankles, tossing them in a 
ball to the floor. The massive hardened girth of his long, heavily pulsating 
cock sprung out from his belly in complete readiness. Teri took one look at 
its length and gasped. God it must be at least ten inches long and two 
inches wide! David wrapped his hand around it and lifted it towards her 
expectantly waiting mouth, skinning back the thick uncircumcised foreskin 
for her. The round, blood-engorged corona jumped out, its bulbous tip 
shining smooth as pink satin in the soft light. Her lips parted slowly and 
she pushed his hand away from the massive shaft curling her own fingers 
firmly around its hotly throbbing warmth. It jerked involuntarily into even 
greater hardness in her small hand. She stopped a moment to scrape her nails 
lightly and gently over its rapidly expanding length, taunting and 
titillating it; it lengthened and thickened to even greater dimensions and 
its round slitted head began emitting a clear viscous drop of male 
lubricant. Then she inched up closer on her knees between his parted thighs 
and slowly lowered her head, taking the heatedly pulsating cock into the 
soft warm wetness of her mouth. 

"Uuuuuuuh." a low moan of pleasure escaped from between his lust-contorted 
lips as he watched her wetly parted lips slip tightly over his tingling 
cock-head. Jesus! he thought he was going to go out of his mind at the 
wildly exciting feeling of his long rigid cock sliding smoothly in and out 
of her warm sucking mouth! She slowly began to swirl her quivering tongue 
around the hotly throbbing head as though she were a kid twirling her tongue 
around the world's most delicious ice cream cone. Then she flattened her 
tongue down along the sensitively tingling underside and sucked deeply, 
pulling and dragging on the long stiff length like a starving baby at its 
mother's nipple. She was pulling at him with some strength, and the strong 
suction sent a whirlpool of wild delight rippling through his member. 

Instinctively, his hips began to rock back and forth. Slowly at first and 
then with more I strength, he rammed his hotly pulsing penis I through the 
soft wet warmness of her steadily working mouth towards the opening of her 
throat. He half-expected the nakedly sucking girl to back away, but she 
didn't. Instead, her lips kept nibbling forcefully, and her cheeks hollowed 
and convulsed around the rhythmically thrusting length until more than half 
of his hot pulsating shaft was buried in her mouth and throat. 

Momentarily, she withdrew her full sensuous lips from his rapidly jerking 
member and sat back on her knees. Her hand continued to tightly encircle the 
hot pole of flesh, and she slid back the loose folds of his foreskin to 
expose again the round pink cap of the lust-inflated corona. Its slitted 
head exuded a clear stream of male lubricant and shone smoothly in the soft 
light. With a low groan of hunger, she pursed her wetly ovalled lips to kiss 
his throbbing cock's head, then her agile little tongue flickered out to 
lick and dart at it teasingly. 

David shuddered and lifted his head forward to watch as her pink tongue 
wetly licked down the full length of the impatiently beating organ. The 
pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and 
unbearable, and his long hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond 
anything it had done before. As she licked on the glistening wet flesh like 
a cat cleaning its fur, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he 
possessed concentrated down there in the hardened flesh of his penis. He had 
to get his hotly throbbing cock into that tight little cunt of hers... and 
fuck her! He couldn't go on like this much longer... or he would cum in her 
mouth. 

"Jesus, Teri... that's good!" he moaned "Stop... before it's too late! I 
want to put it... in your cunt... and fuck you... until you know you've 
really been fucked!" 

Reaching down, he grasped her by the waist and turned her onto her back 
beside him actually having to force her reluctant mouth from the wetly 
glistening rigidity of his member Then, turning onto his side, he crushed 
her tight to him and ran his hands searchingly all over her warm voluptuous 
body, exploring the secret hollows of all of her. His heatedly pulsating 
cock pressed hard against her full resilient thighs for several moments, 
then began rubbing along the entire wet length of her hot, hair-lined 
vaginal slit. 

While he continued to run his hands over her ripe young body, crushing her 
smooth white breasts in his fists and rubbing their small rapidly stiffening 
nipples into his chest, he thrust his heatedly pulsating penis back and 
forth in the smooth wet furrow of her cunt. He could feel her warmly 
throbbing pussy moving up and down the tingling underside of his cock as she 
undulated her pelvis up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The cords in 
her wide-spread thighs were like velvet-covered cables pressed against the 
outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when 
he had sunk his warm hardness deep inside her. 

"Oh God, you feel nice." she whispered. "Your penis feels so big! I just 
don't know how I can take it!" 

"You do want it... as bad as I do... don't you?" David gasped through 
passion-contorted lips as he looked down between their bodies at his long 
massive shaft sawing back and forth in the moistly lubricated furrow between 
her legs. "You want me... to fuck you?" 

"Oh, yes!... God, yes!" she moaned helplessly into his mouth, her eyes 
clenching tightly shut and her pelvis grinding. I've just got to have that 
big cock... in my cunt... fucking me... or I'll flip! Her naked little ass 
began a more desperate rotation up against his stiffly throbbing loins until 
her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, and 
her calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into 
her. 

With a groan, he pulled up from her and adjusted himself in a kneeling 
position between her legs, staring down at her full naked curves spread so 
deliriously beneath him, her sleek thighs parted obscenely. "How?" he 
grunted, wanting to hear the lewd words spilling from between her 
passion-twisted lips. "How do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Deep, deep and hard. I want you to fuck me... as hard as you can fuck me! I 
want you to stuff me full of your hard cock!" she gasped. 

As she waited for him in wanton anticipation, Teri was so aroused she was 
hardly aware of what she was doing. Her hands flitted unconsciously over her 
large, warm breasts, her fingers tantalizing the tingling nipples. Her eyes 
were focused hypnotically on David's long white cock jutting out from his 
hairy belly and just barely pressing against the hotly swollen lips of her 
cunt. It grazed teasingly against the soft black pubic hairs, causing the 
agitated vaginal lips underneath to throb and burn lewdly until she thought 
she would die from her hungry need. God, he was enormous, she thought, and 
underneath the lewd anticipation, a shiver of fear ran through her. He was 
really built and she really didn't know if she could take it. But, God!... I 
want it... nevertheless... even if he rips me... to shreds! 

"You want me to fuck you now?" he tormented from above, pushing the hotly 
bulging blood-filled head a tantalizing fraction of an inch forward into her 
desire-moistened pussy lips. He waited. 

"Y-Yes, you look... so biiiiggggg! I... can't wait! Oh, David... please give 
it to me... now! Shove your prick into my pussy... fuck it! Fuck it hard, 
darling!" She was desperate and her hips wantonly writhed in invitation 
beneath him. 

"Then I'll fuck you... I'll fuck your. 

cunt... NOOOOOOWWWWWW!" 

"AAAAAAARGH!" she grunted as he flexed the strong muscles of his buttocks 
and drove his massively rigid cock with a flesh-splitting crash into the 
hot, wetly gaping mouth of her pussy. It entered with a sudden pop, 
straining the small tight ring at the portals of her vagina, then she felt 
the smoothly clinging walls of her narrow, sheath-like vaginal channel being 
pushed out in waves of flesh before his steadily plunging organ. It was 
thrusting... rutting and pushing deeper and deeper inside her... until it 
had raced up her tightly stretched little cunt to the full depths of her 
belly. She could feel her painfully throbbing cuntal walls gradually 
relaxing to surround his enormous presence with smoothly lubricating 
wetness. Then suddenly, he was all the way into her, and his sperm-inflated 
balls slapped hard against her upturned ass cheeks. 

"Oh! OOOOOoooh! Goddddd! It's so biiiiggggg! It feels so... goooood!" she 
cried as he thudded into her and his pubic bone smacked into hers. 

That enormous lust-hardened cock was almost, but not quite, too much for 
her! But she knew at the same time that she was loving every minute of it! 
Wanting him to plunge deeply into her again and faster, she pulled her full 
resilient thighs back and mashed them tightly into the round, gently swaying 
mounds of her breasts, squashing them against her chest and exposing her 
uplifted and wide-split loins to him completely. She was giving him the 
fullest access to her, and began to grind her hips slowly and rhythmically 
up at him in a shameless salacious invitation to be fucked. 

Above her, David looked down at the nakedly writhing girl beneath him and 
knew that he couldn't hold back a second longer. Forcefully, he began 
driving his hotly throbbing hardness in and out of her tight little pussy 
with all the power of his strongly muscled thighs and buttocks. He pounded 
into her harder and harder, not pausing for a moment and pinning her deeper 
and deeper into the mattress. The lewd memory of her soft, moistly 
glistening lips wrapped tight around his cock moments ago, reverberated 
through his mind and drove him on. He recalled the lust-inciting image of 
his lust-hardened shaft sawing rhythmically in and out of her warm wet 
mouth, and the very memory caused his loins to tighten and jerk. The only 
thing better was fucking her... like I'm doing now! He sensed his long, 
rigid thickness growing and expanding inside her wetly clasping cunt until 
it felt as though it was going to burst from the pleasure building deep in 
his sperm-filled testicles which were smashing obscenely into the 
sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks. 

In spite of the pain it must have caused her, he felt her screwing her tight 
cuntal sheath courageously back up his stiff pistoning shaft, lifting her 
naked young buttocks right off the mattress in her greedy desire to swallow 
all of him. She controlled her vaginal muscles at the same time, squeezing 
and teasing his hot ready-to-burst flesh as tightly and resiliently as any 
virgin. He knew instinctively that she wanted him to rip her in two... to 
subdue her to the will of his cock... and he did his best to comply. He 
could cum now any time he wanted to, but he held back, knowing from the 
increasing frenzy of her wildly pumping hips that she was going to cum at 
any moment. He moved his hands to her ripely bouncing breasts and pinched 
and pulled at the erect little nipples in time with his long hard lunges 
into her warm pulsating cunt. 

"Oh, God," she blubbered. "Oooooooh, Gooddddddd!" 

Teri was moaning incoherently now beneath his pounding body, opening and 
closing her legs around his steadily driving hips as she worked up and down 
his glistening wet cock in a slow sensuous rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide 
and her head flailed from side to side on the mattress again and again in 
wild uncontrolled abandon. She opened her legs and spread her hotly 
quivering cunt wider to batter and use as he willed, and a lewd sensation of 
power over her swelled through him. He was holding back the load of cum 
building rapidly in his hotly churning balls by a sheer effort of will, and 
he knew he couldn't keep pumping into her at this speed and depth much 
longer. Jesus... it's too much of a temptation... but not now... I want her 
to make it too! His frantically jerking cock felt like it was going to 
explode for miles in all directions! 

Then a high soft whimper suddenly formed on the lust-contorted edges of her 
lips and pierced through the sounds of the loudly squeaking springs and the 
two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and 
she thrust herself up his deeply embedded penis and locked herself to him 
with all the strength of her strong young thighs while her loins jerked and 
throbbed spasmodically against his belly. 

"UUUUUUUHHHH! CUMMMMMMMIIIIING! FUCK ME! OH! OOOOOH! YES! YES! FUUUUUCK 
MEEEEE!... I'M CUMMMMMING! AAAAAAARGH!" 

She writhed and twisted squirmingly beneath him, panting out her climax as 
wave after wave of shudderingly convulsive release washed through her 
helplessly jerking body. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her 
face contorted and strained under the unbearable explosive force. Deep 
guttural sounds of joy were coming from deep in her choking throat as though 
she no longer had control over them. Suddenly, she held her breath for a 
long interminable moment, then expelled it as though hit forcefully in the 
stomach by a solid fist. Her head fell back as her body collapsed limply 
into the mattress. Still, her constantly reverberating pussy continued 
convulsing and contracting wildly around his long tortured penis, and her 
supple young pelvis moved unceasingly up and down to meet his unrelenting 
jack-hammer lunges. 

The delicious sensation of her warm wet pussy contracting so tightly around 
his thick pistoning cock seared through David's brain with the electric 
force of white-hot lightening. He had never felt anything like it in his 
life! He had never seen anything like it either, as her hips continued to 
roll under his with the slow sinuous movement of a belly dancer. 

He had to cum now or he would die! 

Giving up all control, he slammed into her with brutal relentless force, 
hardly conscious of anything but the nerve-tingling gusts of wild sensation 
that surged through his body from the tips of his toes to the hair roots of 
his scalp. He grunted into the moistness of her mouth, heard her whimpering 
cry, and felt the tightening of her arms around his neck. His deep 
soul-shattering gasp went on and on into her mouth. The final bone-crushing 
thrust slammed his madly jerking penis deep, deep into the still tightly 
pulsing moistness of her cunt and... the dam burst! He exploded inside her, 
shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the depths of her openly 
receptive womb. He pushed his hotly squirting cock as far into her as he 
could, grunted his last, and toppled over her in complete fulfillment... 

Slowly, his cock deflated in her wetly overflowing pussy, but he left it 
there for several more moments, luxuriating in the delicious final throbs 
and spasms until the last drops of viscous white semen were pumped through 
him. He lifted his head to kiss her full on the lips. Then, with a groan, he 
pulled himself off her and fell onto his back. He studied her naked satiated 
form a moment. She lay back and smiled at him with heavy half-closed eyes, 
relaxing as the euphoria of her own orgasm overcame her. Then he got up to 
put out the lamp on the desk. 

Jesus, what a body! he thought, once again, as he came back. He stood there 
a moment, regarding her, and wiped off his still partially-erect penis. He 
thought of the next few days with some satisfaction, then, crawled into the 
bed, pulling the sheet over both of them. 

CHAPTER THREE 

"It shouldn't be hard to locate. Once we get onto Fraternity Row, just keep 
your eyes peeled for Xi-Theta," David Jensen said as he pulled away from the 
University Employment Office. He drove through the crowded main section of 
town and then crossed the bridge leading to the old hilly tree-lined 
residential area where the University's frat houses were located. Once on 
the other side of the river, he didn't have to travel far and turned almost 
immediately up the curving, newly paved street lined with enormous 
impressive older houses. "The Employment Office thought there might be an 
opening... though they weren't sure. I guess most of these jobs get filled 
up in the first weeks after school starts." Of course, school had started 
nine months ago, he realized, then added to himself, God dammit!!" just out 
of general exasperation and disappointment. 

Teri frowned in agreement. She was hungry, but she didn't want to spend any 
more of her last twenty dollars until she knew whether they were going to 
work in this town for a few days or go onto New York. Keeping her eye out 
for the fraternity house, she fantasized that they did get the job, and then 
that they were eating an enormous steak and eggs breakfast in a small 
family-style restaurant she had noticed downtown when they had been driving 
through the crowded shopping area right next to the campus. Her stomach 
growled in response, and she shoved the day dream out of her mind, trying to 
reconcile herself to the likelihood those things weren't going to happen. 
They had checked out of the motel at ten o'clock, tried unsuccessfully at 
the City Employment Office, then been directed to the University Employment 
Office. But the clerk, there had been discouraging, Xi-Theta needed someone 
it was true, but for some reason no one they had sent had ever struck the 
Schroeders as satisfactory. 

"STOP... we just passed it!" she suddenly broke out of her reverie to shout 
at David. He backed up as far as the entrance to the narrow circular 
driveway, then drove in, parking in front. 

They went in and waited in the long, deeply-carpeted front room. Sharon 
Schroeder came in to take their applications, smiling at them pleasantly. 

"I could probably do quite a bit to help out your husband. I'm good at yard 
work, errands, general handy man things," David encouraged, sensing a 
reticence on her part towards hiring any one. Within moments, it was obvious 
that she didn't really want to hire extra help, and that he'd have to sell 
himself and Teri and the job. She wasn't unfriendly, but she seemed restless 
and suspicious... especially of Teri. He guessed that she was wondering just 
how much of her own chores might be taken over by Teri, and wasn't sure if 
she wanted that. She seemed to be the kind of woman who needs to keep 
busy... 

And being a man, he couldn't help but notice the firm voluptuous curves 
under her sweater and slacks. She couldn't have been a day over thirty... 
hardly his image of a housemother. 

"You must be terribly busy yourself!" he pointed out as the interview seemed 
to be drawing to an unsuccessful close. He had the feeling she was going to 
ask for their address and promise to contact them... later! 

Sharon looked up at the handsome young man and didn't know quite what to 
say. She felt a little defensive. It would be fun to have someone their age 
around to talk with, but she didn't want to lose too many of the endless 
chores that kept her attention diverted from her personal problems. She was 
used to them! "Y-yes, yes, I am!" she admitted and stood up from the couch. 
"But I think I'd better get my husband. We really weren't thinking of hiring 
anyone... at this time!" She turned and exited towards the back of the 
house, moving towards her husband's office on the remodeled back porch. 

The Schroeders had put in an application for some live-in help through the 
University Employment Office shortly after their first year at the job. But 
then they had gotten into the routine of doing things themselves by the time 
anyone had come to see about it. John didn't want any single men. He talked 
about hiring a couple frequently, but she didn't like the idea of a strange 
woman suddenly interjected in her way of doing things. Finally, she had 
pretty much forgotten about the matter, and it seemed John had also. 

Still, there was something interesting about this unusually nice-looking 
couple from California, especially the young man. He had told her he was an 
actor and that fascinated her. He does look just like a movie star! He was 
big and tall, too; and that reminded her of John... except that he wears his 
hair so long! She was used to the boys in the fraternity wearing their hair 
long, but she had never known a grown man to do that. I think I like it! 

David and Teri whispered while they waited in the front room for the 
attractive blonde woman's husband to appear. David was restless and got up 
to walk around the room several times, stretching his long legs. 

Teri had talked little during the interview and she lit a cigarette now. 
"She's sure pretty for a housemother! Isn't she?!" she giggled. 

David strolled back to the sofa and sat down. "Yeah... but kind of hesitant 
for a woman of that age. I still don't know whether there's a job opening 
here or not!" He glanced at his watch and wondered how much longer they 
would have to wait for the housefather to make his entrance. "Do you think 
we're wasting our time?" 

"Who knows?" Teri giggled. She leaned back and drew heavily on her 
cigarette, entertaining herself by making smoke rings in the air. "Maybe she 
had to get the old man's opinion. Obviously, he's the one that runs the 
show." 

"Obviously," David responded dryly, then glanced up just as the enormous 
bald-headed John Schroeder entered the living room. He walked up to the 
young couple on the sofa, a business-like and not especially friendly 
expression on his face. He shook hands perfunctorily, then ran his eyes over 
David narrowly. An expression of displeasure swept across his features, as 
though he didn't like what he saw. And he didn't! He had seen David's long 
hair and disapproved of it immediately. Besides, he hadn't listened closely 
to Sharon and he thought that David was the only one applying. "We want a 
couple," he spoke directly to David. 

In those two sentences, he thought he had brought the interview to an abrupt 
close, but Teri, still sitting back from the two men on the couch, spoke for 
the first time. "We are a couple." 

Schroeder, caught off guard, glanced more closely at the pretty curvaceous 
brunette sitting on the sofa, and decided to include her in the scope of the 
conversation. "Well," he began more hesitantly, "I was looking for an... 
older couple. You see, we got fifty young men here, and we need people the 
boys will pay a mind to if me and my wife should step out, for example... 
though that's not likely," he admitted. 

David didn't like the man. Before, he had been willing enough to point out 
to the woman how he and Teri might be useful. But now the man's 
dissatisfactions with them seemed more personal and he wasn't interested in 
bickering over them. Not for a two-bit job like this! The only thing the man 
did seem to like was Teri, and somehow that bothered him. He turned to the 
girl and was about to motion her to stand up, when she broke into the 
exchange again. 

"If that's all your worried about, there's not much of a problem," she 
crooned. "David and I are both high school teachers... of many years 
experience." She was lying baldly, without batting an eyelash! 

The man paused and actually seemed to be seriously considering this. "What 
do you teach?" he asked curiously. 

"Drama," Teri replied David didn't like the lie, but he breathed a sigh of 
relief at Teri's answer. At least, she had the presence of mind to choose an 
area they knew something about! Still, he didn't like the man, and he knew 
he didn't want the job. He was anxious to get back on the road and glanced 
out one of the front windows at his car parked in the driveway. 

"How come you're not teaching?" the older man asked astutely. 

"Because we're actors now," David cut back in. He shifted restlessly from 
foot to foot, his impatience to get back on the road getting the better of 
him. "We're going to New York to look for work. We only wanted to work for a 
few days anyway... then we'd be moving on." He faced Teri and nodded to her 
to stand up. 

But before she could respond, the housefather smiled. "Why... that's sort of 
interesting! I don't think I've met any actors before." He turned back to 
Teri and looked her over closely, "Have you ever been in any movies?" 

Teri ignored David's signals to get up and laughed warmly. "Yes," she 
responded. "But I doubt if you would have seen any of them." 

The gruff and suspicious housefather was rapidly changing his attitude. 
Hell! I thought he was too good looking to be a real man. He's an actor. 
Besides, a guy working all day with his wife... won't have any opportunity 
to make a play for Sharon... And his wife will be with Sharon, helping her 
out... I won't have to keep checking up to make sure the boys aren't trying 
to get at her. 

"Now don't get all fired up about leaving," he said gruffly to David, noting 
that the young man looked anxious to go. "I think I can work you in after 
all. School will be letting out in a few weeks; and actually it'd be better 
for me to have someone that's leaving. I don't need help during the 
summers." 

"We don't have a place to stay yet," Teri looked up and complained to the 
man, confident now that they had the job. 

"That's no problem!" the man grew expansive. "We got a whole empty apartment 
downstairs here in the main house. It's nothing special, but it'd be fine 
for awhile. And you wouldn't be here in the summer to suffer with the heat. 
These old houses can be hell when it gets hot." 

David frowned. "We might not stay that long," he said pointedly. 

The man shrugged his shoulders, discounting the possibility. He had decided 
to hire them... now... and that was it! "We'll come to that bridge when we 
cross it. Now let me show you the apartment." 

He led them back through the dining room to the old servants' quarters off 
the kitchen and next to his office. He brought them linens and cooking 
equipment, then left them alone for the evening to relax and get settled. 

Later, that night, he knocked on their door, just to make sure they were all 
right. Then, he locked up his office and went back to the annex to eat the 
late dinner that Sharon had prepared. 

"I don't know what all... we'll have them... do!" She said, still feeling a 
bit hesitant and unsure about John's decision. More than anything, she was 
surprised and almost dumbfounded by this sudden change in her situation. 
They had talked about it for such a long time, but nothing had ever come of 
it. Still, maybe that was her trouble, she decided. She needed to make 
changes and kept resisting, until now things were changing for her. "It's 
just that it hardly seem worthwhile to show them how everything works, when 
they'll only be here such a short time." 

"That's the beauty of it," John cut her off and smiled gloatingly to 
himself. "We don't need anyone for the summers." He liked the whole 
arrangement more all the time he thought about it. There would be someone 
there with Sharon all the time, keeping an eye on her for him and besides... 
he had been looking the young actress over. She's some looker... there's no 
doubt of that! She had been really friendly to him, he thought, during the 
interview and he had the feeling that maybe she liked him. You never can 
tell about those kinds of people... and she might give me a little 
something, and think nothing about it! She's some doll! 

The original impression was confirmed in the morning when he introduced the 
couple around and showed them the ropes. She was wearing the uniform he had 
handed her, but he could tell, after following her around for awhile, that 
she wasn't wearing a brassiere underneath it. The knowledge fascinated and 
bothered him. Hell, it's really something the way they stand up and bobble 
around like that... when she's moving! I'd sure like to see that gorgeous 
body without the clothes. Seems to me she must like to fuck a lot... or why 
the hell would she dress like that? 

Late that second night, the two boys, Robbie Morgan and Mark Barnes, stood 
in front of their attic window and peered down into the houseparents' 
bedroom. It was their third night at the post and they watched John 
Schroeder make love perfunctorily to his wife in a normal fashion, just as 
he had done the night before, then roll over to go to sleep. Then they laid 
in bed and talked. 

"Shoot, that didn't seem like so much to me," Robbie's voice came through 
the darkness, full of disappointment and anger. "He sure isn't much in bed. 
I hardly got settled and the whole thing was over. What a waste of some real 
nice female flesh!" 

"Yeah, it sure is," Mark agreed. He thought a minute about being in bed with 
a girl like Sharon Schroeder and only taking ten minutes. He couldn't 
imagine it! "But I guess it's his wife. And he can do it any way he wants 
to," he finally decided, though he still couldn't fathom it. For a moment, 
he pretended he really was John Schroeder, Get in there and fuck like hell, 
that's what I say. I'm just a straight meat and potatoes man! The youth 
still couldn't understand it. 

Because the room had only the one small window, it was totally dark when the 
light was out. Now there was a heavy pause, then Robbie's soft disembodied 
voice cut through the utter blackness. "If I had some money of my own, I'd 
give every cent of it to fuck that broad!" 

"Have you seen the new couple?" Mark offered. 

"Have I seen the new couple!" Robbie answered, his spirits picking up. "That 
guy's wife is something too! She has that pretty long black hair... and I'll 
tell you what's more... she doesn't wear any underwear!" 

He blinked into the darkness and thought back to earlier that night just 
after dinner. Schroeder had brought the new couple downstairs to the rec 
room and introduced them to some of the guys and their dates. Robbie had 
been alone and he had gotten into a short conversation with David Jensen. It 
had been very interesting. Hell, the guy was an actor! I think I... might 
like to be an actor! Robbie had thought. He knew that he was fairly good on 
looks... and he saw that Jensen was also. The connection had struck him like 
a thunderbolt and for, five minutes or so, his own life had seemed imbued 
with purpose and excitement. But the feeling had soon passed. The brunette 
girl had rejoined her actor husband and the two of them had walked out of 
the rec room with Schroeder. Hell, he noticed, as they walked away, she's 
not wearing a bra! 

"Robbie?" Mark's low quiet voice interrupted his thoughts and he sensed the 
red-haired boy turning over on his side to face him from the next bed. "You 
know what we were talking about... getting Schroeder's wife up to our room? 
I was thinking... we could get in a whole lot of trouble! I don't think I 
want to do it!" Suddenly, he tossed back the covers and dropped his feet to 
the floor, sitting on the edge of his bed. "We're just assuming that she 
wants someone to fuck her real good, but maybe she doesn't at all! She could 
say we tried to rape her; and the we'd get kicked out of college... I want 
to be a doctor... and... " He wanted to get out of Robbie's idea to seduce 
the housemother, and his stomach quivered with dread and disappointment when 
Robbie responded confidently, "First, we get her to come up here willingly. 
Then, it's just her word against ours. That's two to one. She says we raped 
her, and we say we didn't. And no one can prove anything either way!" 

"I still don't want to do it," Mark pleaded. "It's just too serious! I don't 
want to do it... and I won't!" He waited a moment and breathed a sigh of 
relief when Robbie didn't answer. Feeling slightly ashamed of his cowardice, 
he settled slowly back into the bed and pulled the blankets up over himself. 
He was just about to fall asleep when his roommate spoke again. 

"What we need to do is insure ourself. If we could get something on 
Schroeder, he'd be afraid to report us. We'll find out something bad about 
him, and, if he threatens to squawk about us making his wife, we'll threaten 
to spill what we know. We'll blackmail him! Is that good enough for you?" 

That idea made Mark even more uneasy, and he didn't answer, he didn't like 
the way everything was suddenly getting so complicated and involved. 
Still... I do want to screw her so bad... I can almost taste it! But he knew 
he'd never get to sleep if he started thinking about that. He shoved the 
thought out of his mind and rolled over on his stomach. Robbie said 
something else, but he didn't respond. He pretended to be asleep. By the 
time Robbie spoke again, he actually was... 

During the next two days, John Schroeder's satisfaction with his decision to 
hire the young couple increased. He found that the young man was not only 
physically strong and energetic, but smart! That meant he was not only good 
at lifting things and helping out with the yard work, but that Schroeder 
could rely on him to order kitchen supplies and other mental work. The boys 
seemed to like the young couple, yet Jensen kept his distance, and he liked 
that, too. He began to wish that the young couple had appeared earlier in 
the semester or was going to remain longer. He knew it wouldn't be long 
before he could leave them entirely in charge of the fraternity. At least, 
for a few days. Hell... I could take a vacation! 

He began to consider the possibility of persuading Jensen and his wife to 
stay through the first few weeks after school had let out. There wouldn't be 
no more than a few of the boys around then I could get some time off... 
maybe run up to Chicago... and send Sharon to her parents. The desire to do 
a little philandering had been brewing in his mind for a long time. Two 
years, by God! It'd serve Sharon right... damn it! The way she acts... I 
don't have any choice but to go looking elsewhere for some fun... for a 
little excitement in my sex. 

On the other hand, he was becoming more and more aware of Jensen's 
voluptuous young wife, and there was also the possibility of acting out his 
adulterous fantasies without having to go to Chicago. He had his doubts 
about whether the couple were actually married, and he was beginning to hope 
not. That would make getting to her a whole lot easier! The second night he 
had purposefully worked late in his office, hoping to find out what he could 
about the couple by listening to their voices in their bedroom through the 
thin wall. He'd gotten an earful. He'd been able to tell from their lewd 
graphic comments to each other that Teri's head was down between David's 
legs, her hungrily clasping mouth making lewd moistly sucking sounds. 
Christ! She's sucking him off! David gave a low anguished groan... then the 
bedsprings creaked, as though the two were changing positions. Now Jensen 
seemed to have his head up between her widely parted thighs, his tongue 
hungrily swirling over her cunt. Jesus, now he's licking her pussy! 
Afterwards, he drew back from the wall and his mind was already made up. He 
was going to get some of that... or at least try to. Maybe if she doesn't 
want me to fuck her... she'll still suck me off! 

He closed his office door softly and crept quietly through the back yard to 
the annex, his wildly aching erection demanding release. Having successfully 
avoided running into any of the boys, he raced up the back steps to the 
kitchen and came upon Sharon just putting the last touches on the evening's 
dinner. He pulled her protesting from the kitchen and fell down on the edge 
of the bed, undoing the zipper of his fly. His already fully erect cock had 
leapt out and he placed his hand on the back of her head, trying to force 
her mouth down to his loins. But she had resisted and he had been in such a 
state of desperation that he had given up and taken her the usual way. 
Afterward, Sharon had laid awake in bed more than half the night and just 
worried. He's just an animal... and he's getting worse all the time, she had 
decided, though she still didn't know what she could do about it. 

The following morning, John Schroeder decided that he was going to take his 
employee's young wife to bed... for sure... and he began to watch her like a 
hawk for a moment to be alone with her. At this point, he no longer cared if 
his wife was left alone and he puzzled obsessively over good excuses to 
separate the two for some time... like about four hours! We're going to do 
some of that oral stuff... her some cock sucking... and me some cunt 
licking! 

Teri quickly became aware of the older man's constantly following and lewdly 
calculating glances, and she did nothing to discourage them. After all, she 
wasn't David's wife, and she could do anything she pleased... if she wanted 
to! And she did want to! She wasn't bored with David, but she had found that 
the excitement of going to bed with an appreciative new male was always an 
ego-boosting and reassuring experience. 

It was during the same two days that David noticed that the beautiful young 
Sharon Schroeder seemed to avoid him and cut off all his attempt to engage 
her in friendly conversation. Even when her husband or Teri was present, she 
seemed uncomfortable around him and drifted away as soon as possible. He 
remarked about her peculiar behavior to Teri. 

"She doesn't act as though she dislikes me. It's more... like she's afraid!" 

Then, the next day, Robbie Morgan, one of the best looking boys in the 
house, rode his bicycle across the back lawn and engaged in some seemingly 
light conversation with David while he was clipping hedges. The boy leaned 
down onto his handlebars, watching David closely. 

"You a fraternity man?" the youth asked. "Well, I was the first two years, 
then dropped out." 

"That's what I'm thinking of doing." 

"Oh, yeah? Why?" 

"Well, maybe not... it's supposed to help if you go into business." With the 
abruptness common to his age, the boy changed the subject. "Say, that's 
quite a housemother, we got, isn't it?" He added with a lewd smile, "But 
don't talk or get too friendly with her! The old man gets uptight about 
that!" 

"I haven't had much chance to!" David smiled and turned back to the hedge. 
"Most of the time, I'm outdoors. But my wife helps out in the kitchen. Says 
she's very nice." 

' "You can say that again!" the boy dug the front wheel into the lawn, 
smiling down at the grass, then looked up at David, "Haven't you noticed 
that pair of boobs she carries around in front of her? Boy, I'd like to ball 
her, wouldn't you?" 

"I'm just working here," David grinned over his shoulder. 

"Oh yeah, that's right, you're a married man, aren't you?" the boy laughed 
sympathetically, and got back up on the seat. "Well, see you around. I got 
to hit the books now!" 

David dropped the clippers to the lawn and sat down for a moment under a 
tree to have a cigarette. The boy's comments seemed to explain something 
about Sharon's peculiar shyness around him and he was beginning to 
understand that vulnerable frightened look in her eyes... and his 
instinctive feeling that she was frightened by men. Schroeder must be 
uptight about her being so much younger and surrounded by all these horny 
boys, though I can't see that she gives him any reason to be so. That would 
explain the way he seems to watch her all the time... always dashing back to 
the house... to check up on her! 

Still, he was to all appearances a married man, and he didn't see why 
Schroeder should get upset if he made a special effort to be nice to her... 
to draw her out. He couldn't help feeling sorry for her and thinking about 
how lonely she must be. Besides, he wasn't a married man, and he wasn't 
about to overlook such a temptingly curvaceous young woman. 

Late that night, he walked out to the kitchen while Teri was getting ready 
for bed and came upon Sharon still closing up things for the night. The 
kitchen help and the cook had gone home and she was mopping up the floor. He 
walked to the sink and drew a drink of water, then leaned back against the 
counter and smiled at her. His eyes looked at the firmly curving sweep of 
her long tapered legs beneath the rising skirt and he liked what he saw! 

"Sharon," he began softly. "Don't you ever want to get out of here?" 

She glanced up with startled eyes and turned back to the floor quickly. 
There was a long pause, and he wondered if she didn't understand what he 
meant or just wasn't going to answer. "W-what do you mean by that?" she said 
finally, working ever more furiously. 

"I mean... don't you ever want to go to a movie? To go shopping with your 
friends?" 

"I don't have any friends," she stated baldly. "But I... I don't mind. 
Besides, John likes me to stay around the house. That way we can be 
together!" 

David decided that there was a message in that... she's saying she's very 
bored, but Schroeder won't let her do anything! "Oh yeah," he said 
sympathetically. "I know I'd flip out; being here all the time." 

She didn't respond as John Schroeder opened the back door and walked into 
the kitchen. He saw David, then glanced at his wife still mopping the floor, 
and a look of extreme displeasure crossed his face. He stalked through the 
room without speaking, then turned back at the entrance to his office. 

"Sharon, you call the man about the dryers in the laundry room?" 

"No, John," she said without looking up. "But I was just going to do it now. 
As soon as I finish this." 

"Go back to the house and call them now. For God's sake, Sharon, you know 
these people go to bed by eleven o'clock." He turned back to David and 
nodded at him, then added, "David can finish up." 

Jesus, he doesn't trust anyone! David thought. He wrapped his hand around 
the handle of the mop that Sharon had left in the middle of the floor. 
Schroeder had hardly gotten the words out of his mouth before she had 
dropped everything to scurry home to make the phone call. In the next room, 
he heard Schroeder moving about slowly, and he had the feeling that the man 
was waiting for him to return to his apartment for the night. The thought 
amused him, but only for a moment when he thought again of the beautiful 
piece of femininity in question. Nope! He doesn't trust me at all. And he's 
got good reason not to! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Schroeder had been drawn almost irresistibly to Teri from the first. He 
couldn't keep his eyes off the young actress, devouring her salaciously, 
mentally undressing her, and imagining what her succulent little body would 
look like helpless beneath him and entirely naked. Two lewd obscene facts 
obsessed him and drove him on. He was constantly aware that her lushly 
ripened body beneath the tight uniform was naked, just as the overheard 
lovemaking between her and Jensen continued to stir his lust-filled 
fantasies. He just didn't know what to do about it... yet! 

Teri was also aware of the older man's licentiously burning glances... and 
she didn't discourage them in the least. She welcomed them and enjoyed them 
as delicious titillating preliminaries before the agitated and aroused 
Schroeder inevitably made his first real move... 

Then, the fourth day she finished stacking the dishes in the kitchen and 
stood back a few feet from the dishwasher with a few dishes still in her 
hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Schroeder grab a quick lunch 
at the small corner kitchen table, silent and alone with his thoughts. And 
there could be no doubt about what those thoughts were. She felt him staring 
at her with a hungry, animalistic gaze that could only mean one thing. 

Finally, getting up from the table, he allowed his arm to reach out and slip 
around her trim little waist. It was not simply a friendly gesture, and Teri 
knew it. 

She looked up at him with directness. "God," she murmured in approval, "you 
sure waited a long time." 

Schroeder frowned, slightly confused. He was trying to think. "What do you 
mean by that?" he grunted the words out. 

She looked up at him again with wide unabashed eyes and then with a brazen 
slowness wet her lips with her tongue. "Why you've been running your eyes 
all over my body since the first day I walked in here... trying to figure 
out a way to get your big hands on me!" She paused, then added with a 
twinkle in her eye, "But I don't mind!" 

The huge bald-headed man sucked in his breath in disbelief, then slowly a 
lewd grin of relief formed on his face. "You don't mind me watching you... 
or you don't mind my hands on your body?" 

Underneath his heavily encircling arm, her hips lifted softly and she 
shrugged indeterminately. "That's for me to know, and you... to find out!" 

"You mean if... I just moved my hand up a little bit?" he smiled, nodding 
towards the gently rising and falling outline of her naked breasts beneath 
the tight uniform. "You wouldn't start screaming or kicking up a fuss?" 

"Would you like to do that?" she breathed, barely loud enough to hear. 

Schroeder's face flushed slightly, and he could feel his dampening palms 
itching with the desire to do exactly that. Standing beside her, his eyes 
traveled downward and caught on the fleshy cleavage exposed in the low 
neckline of her uniform just above where it buttoned up the front.- His 
mouth went dry and he felt his body heating up warmly with his rapidly 
mounting excitement. "How come you don't wear a brassiere?" he blurted out. 

"It feels good not to," she said back up to him, without embarrassment. 
Then, she crooned, provocatively, "I know lots of other things that feel 
good, too!" Her bold glance raked the front of his trousers and her eyebrow 
arched up. 

Schroeder suddenly lost his tongue. He was so surprised by the sudden and 
brazen revelation of the young girl's interest in him that the muscles on 
his smiling face seemed to be pulling in a thousand different directions at 
once, and the words just wouldn't come. "You be by my office this 
afternoon... when you have a free moment," he suddenly grunted out 
assertively in his usual gruff manner, then dropped his arm. 

Still, she remained by him another long moment, then winked and breathed in 
a voice just loud enough for him to hear, "You want to... fuck me?" 

"Th-that's for me to know and you to find out," he threw her earlier taunt 
back at her, perspiration breaking out on his forehead at the sight and 
sound of her mouth spewing out the lewd obscene word. He watched her turn 
from him good-naturedly and walk nonchalantly to the sink, and already his 
cock was leaping and commencing to swell. It was all out in the open. Fuck. 
She'd said it with her own mouth... that beautiful, lovely mouth that he'd 
dreamed of clasping warmly over his cock! How long had it been since he'd 
known enjoyable sex? About five years, he figured, three years of them spent 
courting Sharon and two of them married to her. His wife was beautiful... 
but what good was it when he had to struggle with her each inch of the way? 

Just then, Sharon, her arms full of fresh linens, entered the kitchen from 
the front of the house, and Schroeder turned his smiling glance from the 
young actress' body and walked to the sink for a drink of water. He stood at 
the sink, pausing only long enough to determine from his wife's friendly 
conversation with Teri that she hadn't noticed anything unusual, then he 
stalked out the back door to the privacy of the garage. So much had happened 
in the last hour, and he had a lot of thinking to do. He pulled down the 
overhead door and paced the length of the dark cool garage and thought: 
Hell, she's been wanting me to throw a fuck into her all the time... from 
the first day she got here. And she finally had to come out and just say it 
in plain words. She just couldn't stand to wait any longer. There must be 
something wrong with that actor; he just can't satisfy her like I can... or, 
at least, like I will! 

But he knew there was a bit of a problem: both Sharon and Jensen were around 
all the time, and he had to figure out some way to get rid of them... both! 
And the way he felt right now, he wanted it to be for some length of time... 
like about four hours! Now his earlier intentions to buy a woman on a 
bachelor's holiday in Chicago seemed almost too tame and unambitious to be 
believed. Hell, I can do better than a ten-minute grind! Now I got me a real 
woman, and when I get that hot assed little bitch into bed, I'm going to get 
me some of that fancy stuff, too. Her some cock sucking... and me, some of 
that eating pussy! 

Several minutes passed while he searched for an excuse, then realized that 
there was none. The pattern of his life with Sharon had become too firmly 
established, and the slightest deviation from that routine would stick out 
like a sore thumb. Goddammit, it's my own fucking fault, too... but I'm 
going to do it anyway, I just got to! He determined to send Jensen and his 
wife, Sharon, shopping and then to a movie, no matter how peculiar it might 
seem. I'll tell them it's a new policy! Yeh, Ten's going to watch the house 
for Sharon today, and I'll be supervising in general, as usual. He suddenly 
realized that actually there wouldn't be anyone watching the house, but in 
the light of the fact that his long-term sexual frustration was finally 
going to be relieved... even that seemed unimportant. 

He slid back the garage door and walked through the hot sun to the back door 
of the kitchen again. He could hear Sharon's voice talking with a salesman 
in the front room, and Teri was filling a pitcher of water in preparation 
for watering the huge potted plants that lined the edges of the front 
veranda. It had been raining less frequently, and each day was perceptively 
hotter. Catching her eye, he motioned her to leave the pitcher on the 
counter and follow him into his office. He gulped deeply from the bottle of 
whisky he kept hidden in the back of a desk drawer, put it away, then stood 
looking out the window at the green sweep of back lawn while he waited 
anxiously for the young Mrs. Jensen to appear. 

When she came into the office, he told her, "Sharon and your husband are 
going shopping... then to a movie. They'll be gone about four or five hours, 
so if you meant what you said, I'll be right here!" 

"It certainly didn't take you very long," she stood in the doorway and 
giggled. "You're right anxious, aren't you?" 

"Listen, you little bitch, when I get you alone I'm going to fuck the living 
shit out of you, you understand?" he boasted gloatingly back, feeling his 
eyes again slipping uncontrollably over her ripe young body. He wanted to 
lurch at her... right now! Her seductive nearness, combined with the obvious 
impossibility of touching her while Sharon was wandering around caused a 
whirlpool of conflicting emotion to surge through him, and he swayed 
slightly. 

Her eyes lowered to the obvious throbbing bulge at his groin, then lifted 
quickly to smile at him teasingly: "My God, are you always that hard?" she 
whispered back at him in case Sharon should walk into the kitchen. "Doesn't 
your wife ever take care of you?" 

"Don't you worry about who takes care of me," he warned good-naturedly. "You 
just be ready... for what you're getting!" 

"I'm ready... but are you?" she said provocatively, then added, "You just 
want to... fuck me... isn't that right?" 

"Maybe... maybe more." His mind reeled with the erotic wonderfulness of the 
moment. She had said that word again, "fuck". He had so many years of 
fucking pent up in him that he was going to fuck her so hard... so deep... 
she wouldn't be able to walk when he got through with her! 

"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed, her eyes again engorging themselves on the rigid 
hardness of his thick massive, penis outlined under his pants. "I knew you 
were a big man, Mr. Schroeder, but I had no idea you'd surprise me with such 
a generous... cock!" 

Schroeder's breath caught in his throat, then he grunted suddenly, "To hell 
with this talk! You get back to work. You're being a little cock teaser." 

"I am?" she looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. He didn't respond, and 
she turned to leave, then added seriously, "Sharon's made a cake... feel 
like eating again?" 

"I do," he replied in a low guttural voice, looking up from where he had 
turned now to stand over his desk, his eyes dancing mischievously. "You... I 
want to eat you." 

When she had left, he sat down at his desk and tried to concentrate on his 
monthly financial report until he felt his painfully throbbing erection 
gradually subsiding. Then he got up and, avoiding any further exchanges with 
Teri as he passed through the kitchen, walked out to the front lawn where 
today Jensen was clipping the hedges in front of the house. Quickly the 
housefather told the young man about his "new policy," and ordered him to 
take Sharon shopping and to a movie. Jensen seemed mystified, but he agreed 
willingly enough. Schroeder puttered around on the front veranda until the 
new helper had disappeared to his apartment to change clothes, then he 
walked back to his own apartment in the annex to explain it to Sharon who 
was making some early preparations for their own dinner later that evening. 

Her reaction, like Jensen's, had also been one of confusion compounded with 
an obvious fright. He experienced a slight uneasiness about the general 
plausibility of his sudden change in attitude. He didn't worry about 
Sharon... It serves her right! Goddamn it! What does she expect... when 
she's been putting me off for two years? Besides, men are different... 
they've got to sow some wild oats! But he did worry about Jensen. Despite 
Teri's obviously rampant sexuality, the couple was married, after all. He 
began to worry over whether she had been unfaithful before... a lot?... he 
hoped she had! She seemed to think she could do what she wanted, but whether 
David Jensen thought so was another matter! 

Teri saw Sharon exit from the annex and walk across the lawn. She looked at 
the kitchen clock. It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. David had 
already walked through the kitchen in a clean shirt and slacks and was 
backing the Shroeder's huge Buick out the driveway. She decided to see them 
off, just for the fun of it, and walked to the kitchen door, sticking her 
head out around the screen. 

"I hear you're taking my husband for the afternoon. Now you behave 
yourselves!" 

Sharon, strikingly pretty in heels and a bright orange-colored sun dress, 
made a confused face and giggled gayly, "I don't know what's come over John. 
This is just... crazy!" Teri watched the car drive away. A split second 
later, Schroeder stalked out of the annex and back across the lawn. 

John gulped deeply at the tingling, drawing up sensation in his scrotum as 
he spotted the shapely brunette standing behind the screen door. He was 
quite sure none of the boys were in the downstairs portion of the house but, 
stepping past the girl into the kitchen, he said gruffly, "Mrs. Jensen... 
I'd like to talk with you a minute. In my office!" 

Teri walked ahead of him through the kitchen, feeling his fingers already 
grazing lightly over the surface of her rhythmically wagging buttocks, then 
turned in the middle of the dark office to smirk at him as he closed the 
door and locked it, forgetting to turn on the light. "So you want to talk to 
me, Mister Schroeder?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Schroeder ignored it, and instead his arms pulled her to him and his lips 
came moistly down on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. Teri 
sucked on it gently, letting her ripely aroused body melt into his. She felt 
herself begin to respond to the excitement of a new man's kiss as he held 
the kiss long and hard, and she could suddenly feel a definite forceful jerk 
where his loins pressed into the softness of her stomach. He was already 
rock-hard, and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own firmly straining 
breasts as the tips were smashed hard against his chest. 

"Jesus, I'm going to fuck hell out of you," he groaned into her ear. 

The lewd words excited her and enjoying the wicked feeling it gave her, she 
reached down his powerful body and stroked the thick pulsating bulge beneath 
his trousers. The tingling in her breasts dropped to her sleek inner thighs 
and danced there magically for a moment as he sucked in his breath from her 
touch. 

"Take off your dress. I want to see those beautiful tits you've been 
throwing around," he ordered hoarsely, unable to wait any longer. He pulled 
her towards a chair that she was just barely beginning to make out in the 
dimness of the slatted streaks of light coming through the drawn blinds. 
Slowly, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and now she could distinguish the 
darkened forms of office furniture. 

"Ooooooooh!" she gasped and held her breath as, suddenly, his fingers 
grasped the top of her uniform and began unbuttoning the upper half of the 
dress. A moment later his hot hands were running over her nakedly quivering 
flesh. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling from the wicked 
sensations coursing through her. He dropped his hand to one ripely full 
breast, cupped its warmth, and then without warning, bent his head and 
sucked the tiny stiffening nipple deep into his wet mouth. Teri groaned and 
swayed in the darkness, almost falling as the waves of erotic pleasure 
washed over her. 

Then, she gasped and sucked in her breath in a low "oooooooooh!" as she felt 
his other hand lift the hem of her dress until it reached her waist and his 
fingers abruptly come into searing contact with the trembling softness of 
her naked thighs. An electrifying shock rippled across her abdomen as she 
felt him slipping a outstretched finger slowly under the tight elastic leg 
band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering in helpless 
desire, as the tip found the sensitive narrow slit of her vagina and gently 
thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair to rub maddeningly against the 
throbbing little head of her clitoris. Her hotly pulsating pussy was wet and 
slippery from the lewd desire that was permeating her being under the 
fondling of his big hands, and she sucked in her breath tightly before 
releasing the loud groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. 

Her own abandoned wickedness sent delicious little chills rippling through 
her flesh, and the thought that she would soon be writhing in passion under 
his man she hardly knew only added to the forbidden thrill. And it was 
obvious that he was just as anxious to get at her, too. 

"Hey, let's get some light on the subject," she breathed softly. 

"Yes," he muttered in agreement. "That's a good idea." 

Schroeder switched on the overhead, flooding the room with light, then 
dropped down heavily in the chair before his desk, revolving slowly out away 
from the desk to face her. He reached forward to the extra chair beside the 
desk and pulled it closer to his own, then pointed to it, commanding, "Sit 
down... over here. Make yourself comfortable!" 

"I don't feel like sitting right now," she teased. 

"Get over her, you little bitch!" he came back. "I got something I want to 
show you!" 

Teri always felt a certain lewd power over a man who wanted to make love to 
her, and now she enjoyed strolling casually around John's office, looking 
things over. There were no distinctions of privacy between them now... or, 
at least, there wouldn't be soon, and she thumbed openly through some paper 
he had left scattered on a table, feeling almost as though they were her 
own. Then, she relaxed languidly back into the chair across from him and 
looked at him closely for the first time in the light... 

John Schroeder, conscious of her eyes following him in lewd amazement and 
fascination as she sat across from him, began unzipping his fly. She thinks 
I'm crazy now... but she's going to be more surprised than that... in a 
minute! It took but a second until he sat in front of her with the front of 
his pants opened, the thick hard shaft of his cock standing out from his 
muscular belly like a bludgeon. He turned toward her with a lewd grin on his 
lips and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over 
the hard bulbous head. He thought of the other dull endless hours he had 
spent in this office... Boy, I never thought it'd come to this! 

"Like it, Teri?" he smiled, enjoying the mixture of shock and amusement in 
her eyes. Still, he could tell she was impressed. He proudly followed the 
movement of her eyes down toward the rigid male organ that stood out from 
his hairy loins, massive and hard, throbbing vibrantly, the round exposed 
corona shining smooth and red, pulsing and engorged, ready! 

With her eyes wide and staring with frank admiration and awe, she bent 
forward in the chair and couldn't help saying, "My God, it's so big! And so 
hard, a lot bigger than I thought it was!" 

"Bet your husband doesn't have anything like that to stuff in you," he said 
proudly, swelling with confidence. 

"David's got a big one, but yours is really out of sight," she crooned, and 
both hands reached forward teasingly to capture it. Her fingers gripped it 
softly as she encircled it with one palm, and she found she couldn't 
encompass it completely. God, it IS bigger than David's! It stood out hard 
and thick, spearing out through his fly, with a couple of wisps of his curly 
black pubic hair lying alongside it, as her hand moved along its length, and 
she measured it mentally with her eyes. Deftly, she retracted the loose 
folds of the foreskin, then grasped the blood-engorged head, squeezing it 
rhythmically for a moment or two. She felt its countering throb, warm and 
smooth in her palm. Her other hand squeezed into his open fly under his 
heatedly pulsating fingers, she teased them, rolling the egg-sized testicles 
tenderly between her fingers. 

"Do you want me to... suck you off now?" she looked up, her hand still 
enwrapped around the warmly throbbing cock, and murmured softly. 

"Hell, yes!" he groaned, his mind reeling with lewd delight and surprise. 
"Suck my cock! Suck me off!" 

It's been a long time coming... but now... I'm finally getting something! 
Schroeder thought as his beautiful brunette employee moved slightly forward 
in the chair across from him until her face was a few scant inches from the 
anxiously throbbing head of his cock. Her head lowered steadily over the 
hardness of him, and he shuddered as suddenly her quivering little tongue 
flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny glans 
on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. 
Christ, I thought the top of my head was going to come off! Chills rippled 
along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her 
soft warm mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive 
head in a moistly warming pressure. Then her wetly parted lips tightened 
like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely 
inside the warm cavern of her mouth. 

"Christ, I never felt anything so good... in my whole goddamned life!" he 
groaned, flexing his buttocks in the chair seat and beginning to thrust his 
hips up at her, wanting to ram his long hard cock all the way down her 
working white throat. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," the girl murmured softly around his wildly throbbing 
hardness, giving a gentle squeeze with her tongue that sent another wave of 
shivers rippling down his spine. While she continued the moist embrace of 
her mouth, she began to stroke and massage the stiffly upstanding length at 
the same time, rubbing the scruffy skin back and forth before slipping her 
hand to his balls again and cradling their softness in her palm. Gradually, 
she pulled her head up from the wetly glistening penis, although still 
continuing the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full 
length of his member. 

Holding it now in both hands, tenderly she kissed the long, throbbing stalk, 
her tongue flicking wetly from between her lips to lick across it lightly. 
She felt its involuntary jerk and heard John's quickly indrawn breath rasp 
in his throat. Then she watched with fascination as a single tear of viscous 
lubricant from his rapidly rising lust oozed out of the slit at the tip of 
the rounded cock-head. Without hesitation, she licked the clear white fluid 
away, savoring its pungency. 

Then, her wetly searching tongue began to move sideways, back and forth, all 
up and down though still in a lateral licking motion over the sensitive 
underside of the head. She stroked it and licked on it like a cat in every 
possible way and from every direction and angle, and it responded by 
throbbing, jerking and expanding ever larger until, finally, Schroeder gave 
a loud moan of agonized pleasure. 

Abruptly, he tried to sit up further... but found he couldn't, fearing to 
break the overwhelming pleasure. "You like?" she mumbled moistly as she 
continued slavering over his wetly glistening instrument with her hands and 
mouth. He didn't answer and she mumbled softly, "Then I'll keep on." 

"Just... a minute," Schroeder groaned and, once again, struggled to pull 
himself up in the chair from the half-reclining posture he had slipped into. 
He wanted to see her big provocative breasts naked and exposed to him as she 
worked over his cock, and he reached out to embrace her finally with his 
arms, his hands sliding over her bent back, and the wanton young girl came 
into his embrace eagerly... easily. He held her close, his hands once again 
running over her lushly ripened body through the cloth, then he began 
pushing the opened blouse back over her gently rounded shoulders. 

"Damn it, help me get this off!" he groaned and slowly peeled the blouse 
down her shoulders and arms until she sat before him, naked to the waist, 
the large, roundly curving orbs of her breasts swaying slightly as she bent 
over him. 

Squirming slightly from his encircling arms, Teri lowered her head once 
again towards the wetly glistening rigidity spearing out of his open fly. 
She moved her head down his body, trailing the soft moistness of her lips 
teasingly across the flat plane of his stomach. Her I fingernails scratched 
lightly over his cock that jerked and reached yearningly up toward the 
ceiling. Finally, she was hovering over his loins with her hungry young face 
poised just above his stiff, hotly throbbing member, and blew close against 
it. 

"Do it... more of what you were doing before," he choked and sputtered under 
her lewd teasing. "Put it back in your mouth!" 

His head lifted forward and stared down in disbelief and wonder as she did 
just that, bringing her mouth down all the way over the lewdly expanding 
cock, trapping it with one smooth movement completely inside the clinging 
wet walls of her mouth once again. The sight of her naked white breasts 
dancing lewdly while his hard shaft of flesh sank between her tightly 
ovalled lips increased the obscene sensation churning in his balls a 
thousand times. The. base of the white rapidly expanding organ was still wet 
from the wetly teasing attentions of her mouth moments ago and glistened 
like a huge wet bone. Now she massaged the soft resilient skin of her 
sperm-filled testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his 
wildly throbbing organ between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she 
began to suck rhythmically and slowly up and down. He could feel the 
softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the 
withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny slitted glans on its 
end. He watched the top of her head bobbing up and down below and the sight 
of her half-naked body made it all the more exciting for him. 

Jesus Christ! I don't know how she does it... just watching it's driving me 
crazy! "Suck it! Suck it!" he groaned and coughed, laying his hands on her 
head and forcing her wetly working mouth to pull harder on his 
lust-thickened hardness. 

Teri sensed his rapidly building arousal and tightened her lips around the 
hard, stiffly pulsing flesh. Without once letting her mouth lose contact 
with his organ, she moved closer in between his widespread thighs and 
reached under his buttocks on the chair to hold them with the gentle grasp 
of her fingers. She was drawing his long hard cock further and further up 
into her hungry little mouth, deeper, into her throat; his loins, Jerking 
willingly up towards her face in reaction, also assisted the movement. She 
did nothing at all to stop the smooth sliding and filling movement of his 
huge near-bursting organ into the deepest recesses of her throat... she 
liked it that way. Faster and faster, her licking wet tongue twirled around 
the quickly growing glans until he neared the explosion point. 

Schroeder's amazement continued to grow with his rapidly mounting lust. I 
just don't see how she stands it... but she does! It seems like she would 
choke to death, but she just keeps on sucking and sucking... and sucking. 
His eyes fastened on her wildly contorted face working above his profusely 
sweating loins and the sight caused great gusts of heat to swirl and churn 
deep deep in his swollen, sperm-laden balls. He could see tiny streams of 
perspiration running in thin droplets down the wide line of cleavage between 
her naked, widespaced breasts as she slavered over him like the most abject 
servant. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would 
snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the chair, pushing the 
obscenely pulsing cock even further into the tightly clinging moistness of 
her mouth. On each withdrawal stroke, her ovalled young lips pulled out from 
her mouth, clasping tenaciously to his long pulsating hardness. 

"Suck it, suck my cock," he cried over and over again incoherently as he 
felt the moment of his release draw steadily near. "Make me cum... I'm going 
to cum... in your mouth!" 

Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a lewd guttural noise sputtered 
from deep in his chest as he felt the hot liquid sperm begin racing from his 
balls and up the wildly throbbing length of his cock to begin spewing in 
thick forceful jets into her hungrily sucking mouth. Teri had to expand and 
hollow her quickly convulsing cheeks to keep from choking on his thick 
spurting cum, but she went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-jet 
sperm into the moist warmth of her mouth. His hands pulled brutally at her 
ears, holding her head to the fountain at his loins as he pushed his wildly 
gushing penis as far as he could down her rapidly swallowing throat. She 
coughed helplessly, forced to swallow quickly to keep her breath. Finally, 
he moaned his last and sank back into the chair in complete fulfillment. 

"Uuuuuuuuuh," he panted heavily, lolling back into the chair in exhaustion 
and looking across at her full, sperm-glistening lips with an appreciative 
gleam. "Now I got to fuck you!" 

"Un uh," Teri smiled and nodded negatively. "Now it's your turn to do the 
same for me!" Still, she waited a moment for the exhausted and depleted man 
to recover himself completely. God, he had a lot of cum; it seemed like ten 
years worth! 

Schroeder frowned. He was too used to bossing his wife Sharon around, and he 
expected to treat all women that way. Teri's expression of her own desires 
threw him for a loop. He was not only irritated, he was offended! She was 
trying to boss him around, he immediately decided. Damn, I like a little 
spunk, but she thinks she can carry it further... to tell me what to do! He 
had no intentions of putting up with that! Schroeder pulled himself out of 
his chair and peered down at her threateningly where she sat beside him. 
"Don't get high and mighty with me," he grunted. "I'm the captain of this 
ship, and now I've decided to fuck you! Get up now... we're going to my 
house... I got to have a bedroom." 

But Teri wasn't any more used to being ordered around than Schroeder, and 
she looked up at him fearlessly and yawned. "Oh, you scare me, big man." 

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Schroeder gave a powerful tug upwards on her 
body, yanking the startled young girl to her feet. She flopped like a rag 
doll into a standing position. She swayed slightly, then pulled the top of 
her dress together and pointed out sharply, "Everyone will know we're at 
your place together!" 

Schroeder recoiled. He hadn't been thinking clearly in the excitement of the 
past few moments... if at all!... and now her calm factual voice brought him 
back to the reality of the situation. Damn! She's right! It is a chance. But 
he had staked to much on his claims to authority in their relationship to 
back out now, and he would have insisted on fucking her on the front lawn if 
that had been the point of debate between them. "We're going to my apartment 
now! I need lots of room for what I'm going to do to you," he added lewdly. 

Teri bent her head and slowly buttoned her blouse, using the moment to 
think. She didn't think it was a good idea... but, hell it's his job... and 
not my fault if he wants to blow it! Besides, she had also invested a bit 
too much of herself to back out now with a great big nothing to show for it. 
Shoot, I sucked him off and everything. I want to get something out of it, 
too! "Okay," she finished fastening the top button of the dress and smiled 
up at him. 

Five minutes later, she was walking through the living room of the 
Schroeders' modernistic apartment. She drifted slowly, feeling Schroeder 
following impatiently behind her. Finally, she opened the bedroom door and 
leaned against the door jamb, "This must be the place!" 

Schroeder breathed heavily as he looked at her standing there in the 
doorway, her entire being a lovely thing of beauty and youth. Every sensuous 
detail of her womanliness seemed to call out to him, from her small, erectly 
rising nipples poking against the cloth of her dress down to the soft 
triangle of black hair that he knew nestled warmly at the tops of her 
tapered bare legs. 

I still haven't seen that! 

Suddenly, he grasped her by the shoulders and gave her a brutal shove toward 
the bed, thrusting her backwards onto it. She flipped harshly onto the 
mattress on her back, her skirt flying up and her legs falling wide open. 
Suddenly, nothing else mattered but ramming his cock into that teasing 
flesh. She was just a woman, but a woman that he was going to fuck his cock 
into in the next few moments. "Take off your clothes," he commanded. 

Fear and alarm pounded in Teri's thoughts as she slid back across the 
mattress away from the huge hulking man standing at the foot of the bed. 
Abruptly - because this situation had now become familiar - she felt a wild, 
terrorized desire to hide herself, to escape, but here was no place to go. 
This is fust like it was with Dad... and then I had to leave afterwards! He 
was always mean and drinking... and after everything in a skirt. God! I 
thought he was going to fuck me to death... then Mom walked in... and he 
said it was my fault! 

Pretending a courage she didn't feel and forcing her voice to calmness, she 
told him, "I came over here on my own because I-I thought you wanted to have 
a good time with me, not hurt me... and play rough with me! 

"I'm going to fuck you!" he grunted. 

Confidently and without hurrying, John reached for her, a deep animal-like 
groan erupting from his throat in spite of himself, and pulled her back 
slowly and gradually across the mattress to the edge of the bed. Even while 
she continued to struggle, his big hands went exploring her voluptuous young 
body. He luxuriated in the feeling of her large resilient breasts under her 
uniform, squeezing them and pulling at them, glorying in their smooth 
softness... and he could feel her tiny hardened nipples poking into the 
cloth that separated his profusely sweating hands from her flawless naked 
skin beneath. 

Ignoring the twists and turns of her desperately writhing body, he slowly 
unbuttoned the front of her uniform and drew it down past her waist and over 
her full, flaring hips. Then Teri, slightly cowed, began hesitantly to help 
him. Finally, he tossed the garment aside and his eyes alighted on her 
roundly curving breasts. With a gasp of lewd hunger, he lowered his head and 
sucked one of them hotly into his mouth, taking the tiny nipple and its 
aureole between his lips to lick and suck, while his hands fondled and 
caressed the satiny smoothness of her alabaster white skin. 

Teri had noticed many times before that when her breasts were being caressed 
that a warmly tingling sensation erupted almost immediately in her loins. 
Several times she had almost reached an orgasm through the fondling of her 
sensitive breasts alone... but something had always happened to break the 
moment, usually the anxiousness of the man to fuck into her. But now, the 
surging, slashing sensations in her naked warmly throbbing breasts were 
strong and building rapidly and she wanted to try it... now! Oh God... it 
feels so good... I know it would work... right now! 

"Ooooooooooh, yes!" she crooned, lowering her eyelids. "Keep it up... I want 
you to make me CUM... doing that... right now." 

Schroeder stood back from the mattress and shoved her hard by the shoulders 
until she landed flat on her back, in the same position he had thrown her 
into moments before. His ideas of sex always had the man in control... 
dominating. He bellowed, "You got to stop doing that... trying to order me 
around! I'm not going to put up with it!" 

When he'd first come upstairs, right after they had left the office at the 
main house, his painfully throbbing cock had been growing and aching... only 
minutes after she'd made him cum with her mouth. But now he thought she was 
giving him a hard time; her girlish bossiness made him angry, and the 
angrier he became, the more deflated he could feel his cock becoming. Now, 
he felt it softening with his cooling blood. It looks like I'm going to have 
to slap her around a bit... to remind her who's wearing the pants here! 

Teri blinked with confusion and curiosity as the older man turned away from 
the bed and walked a few steps across the floor. What a drag! Now he's not 
even going to fuck me! "Hey, come back here, Captain," she wheedled, "let's 
stop playing games and have some fun." 

Schroeder began to undo his belt buckle and felt a strange thrill racing 
through him. I'm going to show her! At the thought, his long male organ, 
hanging heavily below his muscular abdomen, began to harden again into 
erection. He stared sternly at her, "You need a lesson... it seems to me. 
And I'm the one to give it to you!" 

Teri's eyes widened and bulged slightly at the sight of the older man 
undoing his belt. His harsh threatening words had struck her consciousness 
like a hard blow on the head, and she felt slightly dizzy, almost as though 
she might faint, as their horrible meaning sunk in. She wasn't sure exactly 
what he was going to do to her, but there was no doubt in her mind now that 
he was going to punish her, physically, in some way for her independent 
attitude. 

"Please, I didn't mean to offend you. I just like to kid around!" she 
stammered with wide and gaping eyes, trying desperately to wrench the 
situation back into some normal, comprehensible perspective. 

"Nothing you say's going to make any difference, because I've been listening 
to your smart ass remarks all afternoon... and I've had enough of them!" 

He had already taken off his shirt and belt, and now he unzipped his pants 
and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Then he dropped his 
undershorts and his long, rapidly lengthening penis was exposed, jerking and 
throbbing slightly at his hairy groin. He took the belt, doubled it and 
swished it through the air. "Just stay where you are... on your back! I'm 
going to give you a few love taps with this belt." 

"Oh, please! Please don't do that to me!" she nakedly cringed back against 
the mattress and pleaded, tears bubbling to her eyes as she realized she was 
rapidly losing any control she might have had in the terrible situation. 
Schroeder shoved her backwards again with one arm as she struggled 
desperately, but to no avail, to sit up against his overwhelming pressure. 
Finally, realizing the futility of her efforts, she sagged downward against 
the mattress on her side and sobbed helplessly. 

This was it! She had often wondered, though never more than casually, if her 
taste for sexual adventure might one day get her into a bad situation... and 
now the moment had arrived! It's all Dad's fault... he made me do it... if 
he had let me alone, I wouldn't be here! She looked up at the angry, fierce 
looking older man holding the belt and it seemed as though she had come full 
circle back to a position of utter helplessness and subjugation. I thought I 
was getting away... but I guess I really wasn't at all! But she also knew 
from experience that she couldn't avoid this punishment, no matter how 
unfair it was. Reluctantly and trying to pull herself together, she lay 
nakedly down across the bed on her back, clenching her teeth tightly 
together. 

John looked down at her full generously rounded breasts, the creamy 
unblemished skin of her taut little belly beneath them, and he licked his 
lips with cruel anticipatory glee as his lust-hardening cock swelled to a 
thick rigid erection. He reached down and encircled the great white pole 
with his hand, pulling the loose foreskin slowly back over the 
blood-inflated head. He didn't know the reason exactly, but he could tell 
that he was going to enjoy giving the nakedly sobbing Teri this spanking... 
Why, just thinking about it feels good! 

He raised the leather strap and his eyes stared wide at the belt as it 
snapped through the air and sizzled against her nakedly quivering belly, 
leaving a long red welt behind it. That's it! By God, this'll teach her! 

Teri squealed with the pain. "Ooooooooooooh! Please... p-please don't cut my 
skin!" 

Schroeder gloated. He didn't figure on scarring her... she'll be no good to 
me later if I cut her up. 

Still, he liked to frighten her and retorted loudly, "I'm not holding 
back... you need it!" 

His arm lowered again and again, and each loud crack of the belt on the 
creamy whiteness of her smooth and deeply heaving belly raised a livid welt. 
He stroked his massively throbbing cock with his hand as he worked, smirking 
down at the rapidly growing network of lines each snap of the belt left 
behind. Damn it... this is getting me so hot! I'll be ready to fuck her any 
second! The hypnotic movement of the belt and her dark gently writhing pubic 
mound tossing back up at him continued for another few moments, and he felt 
his hotly pulsating penis continuing to grow larger and larger until he was 
sure he had never been so enormous before. 

Jesus, I got to fuck her NOW! 

Suddenly, he realized he was ready, more than ready! He let the belt drop 
abruptly to the floor in an unconscious gesture, the loud clang of the 
buckle on the floor being all that he remembered of that instant afterwards. 
He felt as if he were going crazy. Then, in one swift moment, he covered the 
short distance between himself and the weeping, nakedly writhing young girl. 
A single leap carried him onto the bed where he landed heavily on her 
stomach, crushing the breath out of her. 

"P-please, p-please don't hurt me! P-please don't hurt me!" his young 
employee's voice resounded through the room in terror and disbelief as he 
pinned her down with one big hand and began to run the other greedily over 
the nakedly ripe contours of her helpless young body. Grasping her large 
succulent breasts cruelly beneath hands he no longer controlled, he squeezed 
and saw white bloodless ridges of soft flesh ooze out between his tightly 
clenching fingers. His head dropped to her pink little nipples and chewed 
greedily at their tips. 

"Oh God, help me, help me!" Teri moaned, but the words rolled unheeded from 
her fear-stricken face. 

In his madness, he held her wildly straining body tightly to the bed. She 
was imprisoned there by his heavy hairy chest that weighed upon her like a 
two ton brick. Her long dark hair began thrashing helplessly from side to 
side on the bed, her face contorted with pain and terror. He was vaguely 
aware of her dark eyes flashing wide in disbelief that this was happening to 
her. She pleaded and pleaded until the sounds became nothing but incoherent 
mumbles of jumbled words. 

Then, ignoring her low moaning pleas, he rolled on top of her, catching her 
naked young body as her long curving legs scissored out in one last 
desperate effort to escape his brutal assault. His hips fell heavily between 
the wide-splayed thighs, pinning her frantically jerking buttocks to the 
mattress. The soft down of her velvet black pubic tendrils brushed teasingly 
against his anxiously throbbing cock, inciting him to incoherent mumblings 
of ungovernable lust. 

Then, sensing himself totally out of control but helpless to stop before his 
overwhelming need and desire, he began to go after her like a dog gone mad; 
his thighs were pinioning hers far apart now, and he was rubbing his loins 
roughly into her defenselessly squirming little cunt. He wedged his hand 
between the rhythmically jerking hollows of her full firm upper thighs, 
attempting to place himself, searching to reach that warmly throbbing goal 
he had thought about for so long. Suddenly, brutally, he found it! He jammed 
his lust-swollen cock-head between her moistly parted pussy lips with a 
groan, then rammed it all the way forward into her helplessly quivering 
cunt. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Please, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You're too BIIIIIIIGGGGG!" The 
girl sobbed and squealed like a stuck pig. She kicked her legs wildly out 
into the air in an attempt to escape the cruel impalement, knowing the 
movement was futile even as she performed it. Her inner thoughts and verbal 
protests mixed until she didn't know what she was thinking and what she was 
screaming outloud. But one desire permeated her entire torture-wracked 
being: Oh God, Jesus, Please just get him off me! 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH!" a deep guttural screech of pain erupted piteously from 
deep in her chest. The kicking of her legs outwards had only worsened her 
position, and now his rock hard cock was free to batter deeper and deeper 
into her warm, tightly clasping flesh. 

Schroeder was so aroused by the mere thought of raping the young girl that 
he almost immediately felt the acid burn of his own coming ejaculation deep 
in his sperm-seething balls, and grabbed her by the hips to pull her tight 
little vagina hard up against him. His rapidly expanding shaft was sunk to 
the deepest recesses of her womb, and he brutally thrust it back there again 
and again, pistoning in and out of her hideously stretched channel and 
ramming it into her with insanely powerful thrusts. He was no longer aware 
of anything but the wild ungovernable sensation in his hotly throbbing loins 
that became ever more intense and pleasurable with each passing moment. 

Then, he felt it beginning for him as his thick aching cock fucked into her 
warmly clasping vaginal walls with ever increasing power. Suddenly, his 
sperm-laden balls began to jerk spasmodically, the pumping action expanding 
the head of his penis, and the ecstatic sensations washed over him 
overwhelmingly. 

"Fuck! OOOOOOOOOOOH! FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCC! Now! Now... I'm 
CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMING!" 

His hot viscous sperm shot from the slit in the head of his wildly jerking 
member, squirting out like a firehose to splash far, far up into the 
throbbing hot confines of her tight little pussy. As his cock jetted his 
semen from him, he experienced ecstatic spasms of pure animalistic pleasure. 
Wave after wave of searing delight boggled his mind and shuddered through 
his rapidly convulsing body. 

He slammed into her for one final thrust and held himself tensed while he 
continued to spew the hotly searing load of semen, then, with a groan, he 
collapsed on top of her, his knees going all rubbery and unable to support 
him any longer. He slid gradually off her deeply heaving young body and came 
to rest laying on his belly. His long massive cock jerked and throbbed into 
the mattress, forming a wide circle of wetness on the sheet as the final 
dregs of his cum were pumped from him. 

His beautiful employee, barely conscious beside him, felt the warm clear 
seminal fluid overflowing from her battered vagina onto the tops of her 
thighs. Somehow she felt more soiled, debauched and miserable than she had 
ever felt in her life. She lay with her eyes tightly shut, beaten and 
humiliated, on the sweat-soaked bed. She made no attempt to move until the 
sudden harsh sound of Schroeder's snoring erupted into the pillow beside her 
and pierced through her dazed and exhausted consciousness. 

And then Teri pulled herself wearily from the rumpled bed. 

She moved gingerly, pulling her limbs together experimentally to see if she 
could still control them. The pain and ache was horrible, and she winced as 
she reached towards her clothing to the floor, but had to pause a moment to 
allow her aching muscles to adjust before she could complete the movement. 

Five minutes later, she had washed her battered body in the Schroeders' 
bathroom and struggled slowly into her clothing. Then she opened the door 
and walked down the stairs she had climbed with the housefather a seeming 
eternity ago. Her abused young body felt weightless in its exhaustion, and 
she stumbled slightly as she stepped out into the glaring sun. 

"Have a good time?" a young male voice pierced through her consciousness as 
she faltered up the back sidewalk that led to the kitchen door. She turned 
to see two boys, Robbie Morgan and Mark Barnes, sitting to the side of the 
house on the lawn, eyeing her with a strange mixture of sexual desire and 
fear. They didn't smile. 

To her horror, she found herself blushing, and she stepped hurriedly through 
the door into the coolness of the kitchen. 

In the bedroom of her apartment, she worked rapidly to get all her 
possessions into her two suitcases, snapped them quickly shut, then carried 
them to just inside the door. She thought of leaving a note for David under 
the pillow, then discarded the idea. She was just too beaten and exhausted 
to think of anything to say or to even care about anything but getting even 
with that bastard Schroeder. The three words drummed obsessively through her 
mind as she closed the apartment door and, making sure no one was watching, 
opened the door to Schroeder's office. 

She walked into the center of the room, then began to pull out all the 
drawers, one by one, emptying them on the floor. For a moment, she thought 
she wasn't going to find anything, and she began to panic. Then, she opened 
the closet door and came upon his enormous tennis shoes sitting next to a 
racquet on the closet floor. When she threw both articles into the heap of 
his belongings in the center of the room, the packet of money she had been 
hoping to find flew out and thudded onto the floor. 

She blew her nose and dried her eyes so that she could count the money with 
clear vision. Then she did that, then once more a second time. Each time she 
worked slowly and carefully to the sum of four hundred dollars. That'll fix 
him... the filthy bastard! She stuffed the bills in her purse and closed the 
door quietly behind her, moving to the kitchen phone on the counter when she 
called a cab. 

Outside, the two leering students watched Teri drive away, then turned back 
to the discussion at hand. 

"Well... it looks like the time we were waiting for has finally arrived!" 
Robbie Morgan said. 

"Yeah," Mark Barnes answered slowly. He stared across the grass from where 
he sat next to Robbie's sprawled out form... past Robbie's gloating face to 
his Honda parked behind the garage amongst some larger bikes. For a moment, 
he considered getting on it and driving away. But I can't do that! The 
setup's too perfect now, and I'm going to go through with it! 

"Boy, I can just feel... how it's going to be right now!" Robbie said, and 
felt dissatisfied with his own inarticulateness. A very clear image of 
himself locked between Sharon Schroeder's firmly quivering thighs, her 
calves wrapped around his buttocks, was there in his mind. But he wasn't 
used to talking about sex in anything more than generalizing obscenities, 
although the certain prospect of fucking into the housemother... and soon... 
made him want to now. "I bet she's got one of those tight little cunts that 
pulls on your cock like a suction cup!" he amended his earlier statement. 

"Yeah," Mark agreed. He didn't know exactly what Robbie was talking about, 
but it sounded "right on" to him. So far, in his eighteen years, he had 
never fucked a woman, though, of course, he'd never admit such a thing to 
Robbie. It would have been too embarrassing. Oh yes, he had tried without 
success to seduce a high school girl back home when he went home for spring 
vacation a couple of months ago. But so far he was still a virgin, and the 
only satisfaction he had ever gotten came from his own hand. He had never 
even witnessed sexual intercourse until Robbie had discovered the view of 
the houseparents' bedroom through their window several days ago. Since then, 
it seemed like he had witnessed everything he had ever imagined, and more 
besides, almost to the point of boredom. I don't want to see anymore... I 
want to DO IT! 

Robbie was talking again. "All we got to do is wait for the first moment 
when we find her alone. Then we lure her up to the room. Then slip it to 
her!" 

"Are you really sure old man Schroeder will be afraid to report it?" Mark 
interrupted, having second thoughts. "Just because we saw him screwing 
Jensen's wife?" 

"Sure, I'm sure. He'll be afraid of Jensen. Besides, we could make him lose 
his job." 

"But what if she doesn't want to do it?" 

"Man, she's got to. Remember, she's been stuck with Schroeder for two years! 
Or we can tell her about him and Teri... and that'll make her want to get 
even. I'll give her some of my liquor... then if none of that works, I guess 
well have to rape her," he admitted. 

"I don't think I would enjoy that." 

"You would!" Robbie said and fell into silence. He sat up and dragged his 
body across the grass to a shady spot about three yards away. 

Mark waited a moment, then followed him. He was nervous and wanted to keep 
talking. "Then it's all set!" he exclaimed in a jubilant voice, drawing up 
beside his friend. "All we got to do... is do it." 

"If nobody gets cold feet!" Robbie warned. 

Mark protested, "Hell... you know I won't!" 

"We're in on this together!" 

"Right on... Christ, I can hardly wait." 

"Me, too!" Robbie admitted, and felt his impatient hardness growing in 
anticipation between his legs. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

David sat smiling on a splintery park bench in the sun of the mid-afternoon. 
His head whirled from the acute physical sensations generating in his loins 
as he watched Sharon pick her way across the facing street through moving 
traffic to a small dress shop opposite the park. Maneuvering in and out of 
the slow moving cars, her blonde head gleamed in the sun, then disappeared 
amongst the throngs of students surging over the equally crowded sidewalks. 

He glanced around the small, grassy and heavily shaded public square to the 
college administration buildings bordering the park on the other three 
sides. Then his thoughts returned immediately to Sharon and the stroke of 
good luck that had brought him together with the buxom young blonde 
housemother... and alone with her for the afternoon. The last few days it 
had been increasingly difficult for him to be around the ripely sensual 
Sharon; his tortured hours had found him wanting her with a rapidly building 
passion, but fearing to even talk to her. For the last few days had also 
made him well aware of John Schroeder's jealousy and planted the uneasy 
suspicion in his mind that Sharon's fear of her husband had real cause. So, 
while his desire for the woman had been growing, the obstacles to doing 
anything about it had seemed to be increasing at the same time. That is, 
until today... 

Now... the obstacles were gone! 

He had thought about that fact all during the drive into town, trying to 
figure out how to approach the happy woman sitting beside him in the front 
seat now that he had her alone. He considered the reasons for his tremendous 
interest in her, and had to admit to himself they were primarily physical. 
First off, I got this thing for blondes... Second, I've got my eye out for a 
new woman... I'm my old man all over again... and I might as well face it! 
Still, there was another reason. He sensed that the shapely blue-eyed woman, 
already into her thirties, had never really experienced the pleasures of 
sex, and that bothered him deeply. He guessed he wasn't much of a hedonist, 
compared to other men, when it came to sex; he liked to hang loose, which 
meant losing as well as winning a few... but the idea of not even trying to 
get the voluptuous blonde wife into bed seemed to fall beyond boundaries of 
what he considered just or natural. Schroeder obviously doesn't know his ass 
from a hole in the ground... or he wouldn't have to watch her all the time 
to keep her there! 

He lit a cigarette and was still sitting on the bench, thoughtfully mulling 
over the situation, when Sharon came out of the dress shop, nodded smiling 
at him, then jaywalked through a momentary opening in the congested traffic. 
Her arms were full of packages and an amused expression covered her face. He 
stood up and. walked to the curb to meet her. 

"Oh, David," she made a face of self-exasperation and laughed. "Would you 
mind running me back to the house for a second? I'm afraid I left the stove 
on! I was just paying for these things when it struck me!" 

Stubbing out his cigarette, David lifted the packages from her arms and 
frowned in spite of himself, at the idea of anything cutting into his time 
with the woman. "Wouldn't it be simpler to just call?" 

An embarrassed uneasiness flickered through her eyes. "I'd just as soon not 
have John know about it. I feel like such a fool already, and you know how 
he gets... irritated!" 

Their eyes met directly in a line of mutual understanding, then they walked 
to the parking ramp to get the car for the purpose of returning momentarily 
to the fraternity house. He started the engine and drove west over the 
bridge. As soon as they got out of the downtown traffic, he pushed the 
accelerator close to the floorboard and drove at high speed all the way back 
to the fraternity house, anxious to put the interruption behind them and get 
on with his afternoon with the woman. 

The house looked perfectly quiet. He parked on the street and they walked 
across the neighbor's lawn on the annex side, to avoid the main house as 
much as possible. Quickly, they ducked around the back and, carrying her 
packages, David followed the long tapered legs of the blonde housemother up 
the back steps to the door of the empty kitchen. Schroeder had never shown 
his personal quarters to the new couple, and now David looked around 
curiously. He was surprised to see how modern the apartment was and how much 
nicer than the main house. The older home, like many fraternities he had 
seen, was in poor condition. Breathing heavily from the climb, he dropped 
the packages on the kitchen table while Sharon moved to the stove. As he had 
expected, she hadn't left on the oven. She turned smiling and seemed about 
to comment when a faint noise echoed from another part of the apartment... 
Schroeder's voice came to them. He was grunting: "I'M... GOING TO... FUCK 
YOU!!" His voice was low, hoarse and demanding, the voice of a deeply 
aroused man. 

"That's John!" Sharon whispered with a stunned and horrified expression on 
her face. 

There was a slight pause in the voices, but the breathing became heavier and 
there seemed to be a more intense movement in the bedroom. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, YES!" It was Teri's voice. "KEEP PLAYING WITH MY 
BREASTS... I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM... DOING THAT... RIGHT NOW!" 

Teri's voice came through with a guttural passion. Her words drifted on into 
a long high whimper, as though she were on the very verge of orgasm. In 
spite of himself, David swayed slightly from the suddenness and shock of the 
situation. God, how much does she need? he found himself wondering 
irritably. He recalled innumerable sessions of lovemaking with her just in 
the last few days, then abruptly he was flooded with a sense of relief and 
freedom at getting rid of her. She had a right to do what she wanted, he had 
no claims on her! Thank God! 

Sharon said nothing. She couldn't move from the shock she was going through 
and just stood there as though in a hypnotic trance. Then her heart seemed 
to stop and she could feel the blood draining from her head. 

"I'm going to take you out of here," David Jensen hissed at seeing her white 
face. 

Sharon allowed him to move her, half walking her, half carrying her, across 
the kitchen floor to the back door. Her arm fell around him and tightened 
around his waist and, in spite of a weird perverse desire to hear what the 
couple would do next, she found herself clinging to David blindly as though 
he were her only friend in the world. And, in a way, he was. She followed 
him passively, unable to stop the flowing tears and sobs that jerked from 
her chest now, down the stairway to the back yard. How long has this been 
going on? she wondered dazedly. Still, because of her secluded way of life, 
she realized that David was her only friend, and she let him do with her 
what he wanted, lead her where he would. He took her across the yard and 
helped her into the front seat of their parked car. 

A few minutes later, they were driving west on the highway, leaving the 
suburbs far behind. David pulled a whiskey bottle from under his seat and 
handed it to her with an encouraging smile. It was then he told her that he 
wasn't married to Teri, and she nodded in dazed assent, but otherwise there 
was silence between them. He kept going west until he found a likely 
looking, little traveled cross road, and then he drove along that for a mile 
or more. Finally, he pulled the car well off the road under a stand of 
cottonwood trees, killed the engine, and turned to her. 

"Sharon," he began," we can talk about all that's happened, and we will if 
you want to... but I was thinking that maybe we ought to talk about 
something else." 

She looked up at him curiously as he let his voice drift off, searching for 
the words. "What's that?" she said in a soft voice. 

"Well, I get the feeling that you might have had some... unhappy experiences 
with your husband before this happened... am I right?" 

She looked up startled, then paused and admitted. "Yes, you are!" 

"Well, then, maybe we ought to talk about what's going to happen to you 
now." 

She became wary and her expression turned guarded, and she turned her eyes 
away from him for a brief moment. When she looked back at him again, her 
eyes were brimming and misty with tears. "I don't know what's going to 
happen. All I know is that... that I don't seem to be fit for marriage!" 

David smiled and said softly, "Now why do you say something silly like 
that?" 

"Because... it's my fault... that John has chased after Teri! I just don't 
seem to be able to make him happy. Somehow it just isn't in me!" 

"I don't believe that," David said seriously. "It's just not possible that 
it's all your fault. After all, no one is perfect, so it's got to be his 
fault, too! If you're not making him happy, the two of you should do 
something about it. Does he make you happy?" 

"No," she admitted. 

"Well, then, that's the part where it's his fault. You should tell him that. 
Don't let him run over you!" 

"John isn't the kind of man that likes to discuss faults... at least, his 
own," she said dryly, starting to calm down and wiping the tears from her 
eyes. "Besides, he's got a mean streak in him." 

"Maybe that's why he's so mean." 

She sighed. "You know, I think you're right. But still, I have to think 
about it... to find a way to talk to him!" 

David had restrained himself while they were first talking. She had been 
upset and the tears had flooded constantly into her eyes, even as she wiped 
them away with her handkerchief. He knew it was necessary for her to get 
over the immediate shock of her husband's adultery before he let her know 
his own ideas... thoughts regarding the possibilities of the two of them 
together... or make her aware of his attraction to her. But she was calming 
down now. She sat up and blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes. She looked 
more relaxed and relieved after the emotional outburst. 

"Feeling better now?" he asked, moving close to her and reaching out to wrap 
his arm around her shoulders. Below, his rapidly awakening cock jerked to 
pulsing erection, and the sparks of sexual excitement in him fanned into 
deep desire. 

"Y-yes," she gasped and moved unresisting into the circle of his embrace, 
resting her cheek against his chest. He still wanted to soothe her, and so 
he brought his hand up to her head, stroking her silky blonde hair. He could 
feel her relaxing into him, feeling protected in the embrace. She lay 
against him and made soft comforted sighs in a child-like way. 

And Sharon was feeling better about the whole experience. Hearing her 
husband's obscenely impassioned voice, his obvious desire for the other 
woman, had been a blow to her womanly pride like she had never experienced 
before. She had never felt so humiliated... so unattractive... in her entire 
life! But David's conversation had been somewhat reassuring on that account. 
And she could sense that beneath his brotherly comforting of her now, that 
he found her very appealing as a woman, and that meant a lot right now. 

Then, David allowed his hand to travel comfortingly across her back up her 
upper arm. He caressed her softly, and soon she was breathing quietly, 
enjoying it. He continued massaging her back and shoulders and then her 
upper arms for several more minutes until she sighed heavily and leaned back 
away from him. "I hope you don't feel bad about Teri, even if she isn't your 
wife!" 

"No, I don't... not the least bit!" He looked into her face and saw that she 
was smiling and composed, then bent his head slowly to kiss her. His mouth 
pressed gently against her soft full lips. 

Sharon tried for a moment to draw away, but the gentleness of his mouth was 
too comforting to her battered, demoralized ego... and she found that she 
just didn't want to! Then, after several moments, his tongue probed against 
her lips and she allowed them to part slightly. His long wet tongue darted 
into the warm moistness of her mouth and, before she was conscious of what 
she was doing, she thrust her tongue back sharply at him, and he sucked it 
deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really can kiss, she thought, feeling 
it exciting her and warming her. John, in all the time they had been 
married, had never kissed her with such gentle passion and careful 
tenderness. David's kisses made her want to squirm down slightly against the 
seat as lightly flickering little thrills began to tingle down her spine. 
John's interested in only one thing, she was musing dreamily. 

David had pulled her close against him now, and she could feel small pin 
pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of her nipples as he 
tightened his arms around her back and brought her ripely straining breasts 
against his hard chest. She could feel the heat of his breath rushing 
against her ear and the warmth of his hands moving over her back. And down 
there up between her thighs, she felt the slight tingle that had started in 
her belly working its way slowly down to the sensuous point between her 
legs. Tiny butterfly like sensations flitted suddenly through her pubic 
mound, causing secreted droplets of lubricant to moisten her panties. 

Slowly, her thighs began to open and close in an almost imperceptible rhythm 
of building sexuality. Her hips started to squirm against the cushions in an 
attempt to quell the smoldering fire that had begun to leap and flame there. 
She meant to pull away, but instead found herself turning her body towards 
David as his fingers dipped through the opening of her dress inside the cup 
of her brassiere. He found the hardened bud of a wildly tingling nipple, 
pinching it as she sighed and closed her eyes, trembling now as powerful 
ecstatic sensations began to surge through her. 

He continued to kiss her, his hands snaked down the low opening of her sun 
dress to cup the warm smooth skin of one of her fully ripened breasts, and 
several more' minutes passed before Sharon managed to pull away. "Oh don't, 
please don't," she whimpered as she felt the lewd tingling feelings 
powerfully rippling across the naked surface of her skin. 

"God, you're beautiful," he ignored her protest and bent his head to 
continue the deep, soul-searching kiss. 

Sharon knew she was becoming aroused by David's kiss and the tender play of 
his gentle caressing hands. But she didn't want that to happen to her; and 
she hadn't forgotten that she was married, and she knew that it wasn't 
right. But somehow she found it more difficult to resist his advances than 
she would have imagined. She tried to will the soft sensual feeling 
fluttering through her belly to stop... she tried to still her rapidly 
mounting passion, but his gently working hands and mouth defeated her 
efforts. She was conscious of his manliness, his tender but exciting 
maleness... and against her will, her tongue continued to parry with his 
again to be sucked and savored... Oh God, I never felt like this before. I 
guess I'm not so cold after all! Her curiosity about the strange warm 
sensations that he was bringing from her love-starved body and the heady 
sensuality of being desired drove her to continue a few minutes longer, and 
soon she j was moaning softly with her unwanted, but rapidly mounting sexual 
arousal. 

Now the younger man's hand dropped from the curvaceous housemother's firmly 
ripened breast to her bare knee and slid up along the satin-smooth warmth of 
her sleek inner thighs. His hand traveled higher and higher up under the hem 
of her dress, and tiny mewling sounds of unwanted pleasure began to spill 
from her lips under his tender lovemaking. Once again, she meant to 
protest... but she couldn't. 

And then, his fingers were gently touching the mound of her pulsating 
femininity encased in little white nylon panties. His hand slid gently up 
and down over the cloth against the moistly lubricating furrow of her pussy, 
then he was stretching the elastic leg band of her panties aside and using 
his extended middle finger to part the softly curling strand of sparse 
blonde pubic hair that covered her warmly quivering cunt. Now his finger 
slowly eased into her palpitating wet opening and teased her there before 
moving on up to play against the tiny bud of her erect little clitoris. 
After a moment, he began sliding his finger in and out of her wetly clasping 
depths - finger fucking her while she shuddered against him at the wild 
erotic contact. A moan of agonized passion escaped from her lips, and her 
hips squirmed involuntarily up against his hand. 

David's cock throbbed achingly in his pants. God! He wanted her! But he had 
to find out if she wanted him... or rather if she was going to allow herself 
to want him, before it went any further. He had to know if she was going to 
let him make her, or he couldn't go any further without torturing himself. 
He pulled back away from her, looked deep into her lust-clouded eyes, and 
said thickly, "Sharon, we need each other. I want you! I want to make love 
to you!" 

In that instant, Sharon realized the extent of his lewd intentions, what he 
was going to do, what he wanted to do now! And she wanted him, too, but she 
was plagued by a nagging sense of right and wrong. It was wrong to commit 
adultery! But... John's done it! she struggled to think clearly. No, it's 
wrong! The thought persisted with unwanted obstinacy. She sighed and sank 
back against the car seat, unable to convince herself otherwise. Her lips 
pulled from his mouth and another shudder convulsed her body as the pulling 
away movement to the side drew his outstretched middle finger from her hotly 
throbbing pussy and out of her skirt. 

David fell back against his own side of the car, panting deeply. He saw by 
the torn anguished expression on her face what the verdict was. But the 
demanding waves of lewd pleasure were still throbbing through his body, and 
he waited for her to answer, needing to hear her say it in words... and 
hoping she'd change her mind! 

Finally, she turned and looked up at him with sad disappointed-looking eyes. 
"No, I can't," she said in a barely heard whisper. "As much as I want to." 

"Then I'll force you," he retorted, only half joking. He actually considered 
that for a moment. It was true; he could force her, but he guessed that was 
Schroeder's way, thus she wouldn't enjoy it, and he wanted her to want it, 
too! 

She looked up at him, managing a ghost of a smile and said, "No, please. I 
could never live with myself afterwards." 

They sat a moment, not saying anything, and David felt the slow gradual 
deflating of his cock. Then, he again pulled the whisky bottle from under 
his seat, unscrewed the cap and passed it to her. He could tell she was 
still slightly upset as she took several deep-throated swallows. He let her 
drink as much as she liked, then she passed the bottle back to him. He drank 
deeply and then passed it for another round, sitting back now to enjoy the 
lovely quiet country setting as the relaxing effect of the alcohol washed 
gratefully through him. Finally, she returned the almost empty bottle to him 
and he stuck it under the seat, drawing himself up to start the car. 

"Are you feeling angry at me?" she asked softly. 

"No, just terribly horny," he said with a wry smile as he backed out away 
from the trees toward the road. 

He drove back into town and dropped Sharon off at the fraternity house 
kitchen, then got back into the car and drove it into the garage. He stood 
outside, between the house and the annex for a few seconds, looking 
admiringly across the empty lawn at the hedges he had clipped the day 
before, then went back into the kitchen to talk to Sharon. She wasn't there! 
He walked through the empty downstairs, calling her name, and stuck his head 
out the front door, towards the street. Nothing! Back in the kitchen, he 
strolled into his apartment and found the disarray left by Teri's rapid 
exit. He hurried across the walk to the annex, intent on finding Schroeder. 
Damn it, Teri's split! And Sharon's disappeared, too! 

Unfortunately, however, John Schroeder had already discovered Teri's 
absence. He had wakened in his bed alone about five o'clock in the 
afternoon. Goddamnit! That was stupid of me. I should be keeping my eyes on 
that little bitch for a few days anyway, until things are back to normal. He 
resolved not to have anything to do with his shapely brunette employee, in a 
sexual way, ever again. Of course, the likelihood that she didn't want to 
have anything to do with him, after his brutal performance, entered into the 
decision, but right now his lust was sated and he looked forward to 
returning to his usual routine. He assumed that other than some initial 
anger at him Teri would feel the same way about it that he did. Stumbling 
into the bathroom, he splashed water on. his face, brushed his teeth and 
gargled, then walked downstairs and through the empty kitchen of the main 
house to his office. He opened the door and got the shock of his life! He 
couldn't believe it! It looked like a train had come through his office, 
then switched tracks to come back around and do it all over again! The 
drawers hung from his desk, and all his possessions were scrambled on the 
floor in an unbelievable mess. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuh," an unconscious groan escaped from his chest as he picked up 
his tennis shoes, found part of the wad of money gone, and then let them 
fall limply back to the floor. 

He sat down at his desk, dumb-struck and feeling as if he were about to 
bawl. He had always prided himself on organization, almost to the point of 
compulsiveness, and now, seeing all his things put out of order by Teri's 
revenge, he felt like his whole life had been thrown into chaos. All his 
intimate belongings and ways had been exposed to that woman, and he could 
feel her ridicule in the disordered way she had left things. The mountain of 
his belongings in the middle of the floor looked like a garbage heap! He 
recalled the insane lust that had taken hold of him in the bedroom, and a 
sickening wave of guilt and self-disgust swept through him. He seemed to 
have lost everything, even his sanity! 

Disconsolately, after a few moments of wallowing in self-pity and 
hopelessness, he rose and walked out through the kitchen. He ran into David, 
just walking back from the annex door. 

"What, are you doing?" he growled suspiciously. He was confused, at first, 
to see Jensen walking away from his house, while he moved from Jensen's. 
Everything's turned around! 

"Looking for you," David replied. "Teri's split... and Sharon's disappeared 
too!" 

Schroeder was too accustomed to thinking of his wife as utterly dependable 
and compliant to his wishes to imagine even faintly a moment when she might 
be giving him some trouble. He dismissed Jensen's comment about her, without 
a second thought. His concern was about the girl. "You can bet your loving 
ass Teri's split!" he retorted. "She's broke into my office and run off with 
four hundred dollars!!" 

David was dumbfounded! Why would she do that? 

Now Schroeder's exasperation focused on Teri's supposed husband. He felt 
confused, suspicious. I wonder if maybe he was in on it! His face turned red 
and, stepping closer, he loomed over the younger, only slightly shorter man. 
No, he didn't really believe that. But still it's his wife and he should be 
more responsible for her! He could feel his muscles clenching and his blood 
pumping furiously through his veins. When he'd first discovered the 
outrageous theft, he had felt defeated, overcome... yes, even guilty and 
ashamed... but now, the insult of the situation was settling in, and his 
self-guilt was transforming rapidly to an all consuming rage. 

Instinctively, Jensen ducked to the side as Schroeder's thick fist tore 
through the air and slammed like a lightning bolt off his jaw bone. 
Surprised, but moving quickly, David lowered his head and rammed bull-like 
into the older man's unguarded stomach, butting him backwards. The strong 
force of the surprise movement sent Schroeder flying through the air to land 
on his ass in the grass. 

"I didn't know anything about your money," David stood back, panting deeply. 
"So do you want to continue this wrestling match, or shall we try to figure 
out where the two of them have cut out to?" 

"The two of them?" Schroeder muttered in confusion, lifting his hands to his 
head and holding it as a wave of dizzying high-blood pressures swept through 
him. 

"Yes, the two of them," David rasped back angrily. 

"What the fuck you're talking about?" the older man muttered and pulled 
himself slowly to his knees, then onto his feet. He stood there, swaying a 
moment on the lawn, but kept his distance from Jensen. 

"Both of them are gone! I don't know what Teri's up to, but you'd better do 
some worrying about your wife. We came back to your apartment for a second, 
and she heard you in the bedroom... fucking Teri!" 

Schroeder's eyes bulged and a contorted expression of disbelief formed on 
his face. When Jensen had said Sharon had disappeared, he'd imagined her in 
the laundry room... watering the front lawn! Now he began to move backwards, 
tottering slightly. He didn't know the true nature of Jensen's relationship 
with the actress, and he was still thinking that Teri was Jensen's wife! 

"I'm just a man! She gave me the come-on, Jensen! I couldn't help it, the 
way she was throwing herself around. She practically raped me in my office! 
I knew she was married, I admit it, but Christ... she was so sure of herself 
about it that I figured you had some kind of arrangement! She came up to my 
apartment... on her own!" he blubbered on and on, then stopped, obviously 
searching in desperation for more excuses. 

David looked up at the suddenly broken man blaming Teri for everything, 
four-flushing like he'd probably never done before in his life. Around them 
the day was fading fast, and the hazy pinkish twilight surrounding the big 
house would turn to darkness soon. He decided to tell Schroeder the truth. 
He knew it was stupid, he was laying himself open to more trouble from the 
older man. But the truth was, he was sick of falsity... and he just didn't 
want to be associated with what Teri had done! 

"Can we talk. She's not my wife!" he muttered. 

Schroeder seemed to crumble visibly with relief. Taking out his 
handkerchief, he mopped his profusely sweating brow. He noticed David 
beginning to move towards the front of the house and, stuffing his 
handkerchief in his back pocket, he followed after him. The two men stopped, 
standing together. "Where are you going?" he asked curiously. 

"I'll see what I can do about finding Teri." 

"How you going to do that?" 

"She's probably at the bus station. I'll drive down there. Or maybe she's 
hiding up in some hotel." 

"That's a good idea," Schroeder agreed. 

The two men began walking through the space between the annex and the house, 
then down the driveway to where Jensen's beat up '56 Dodge was parked on the 
street. David walked silently, in a hurry, Schroeder following... 

Already, the older man's aggressiveness was returning, though the physical 
scuffle had taught him to keep a handle on his anger. "You got to understand 
my position," he grumbled in a low voice as they walked along. "I like you 
fine, Jensen, you're a good worker. But you bring this girl along with you, 
tell me you're married to her... then the next thing I know she's not your 
wife, and she's run off with four hundred dollars! Let's face it Jensen, you 
picked up a slut... and I might have done that myself at your age. But 
you've interjected your little fling into my world and created a very messy 
situation. I can't have that kind of woman around here, not with all these 
adolescent boys. This is supposed to be a respectable organization!" 

"You left out one part," David pointed out, opening the car door. 

Schroeder watched him slide in the front seat, then looked at him, 
mystified. "What's that?" 

"The part where you balled her," he said, reaching to close the side door so 
abruptly that the older man jumped back... 

Schroeder had never known himself to blush, not to any extent anyway, but 
now he could feel himself reddening and flushing from the tips of his toes 
to the dead hair roots of his tingling bald scalp. He felt himself glowing 
like an electric bulb! "You can say that... that may be true," he sputtered. 
"But you brought her here, and I'm holding you responsible. I want 
retribution for my four hundred dollars!" 

"You want the car?" David sneered through the open window. 

"Yes!" Schroeder glowered at the heap with vindictive satisfaction. It 
wasn't that he was unaware of its small value, that was unimportant now. He 
wanted it! "Yes." 

"You got it," David said, and began backing out the drive. 

"What should I do about Sharon?" the older man suddenly remembered, walking 
beside the moving car. 

"That's your problem!" David said, and pushed his foot on the peddle so hard 
that the car bolted and the man jumped to the side, watching the car 
disappear rapidly down the driveway. 

The diffused orange glow of twilight had dulled to a bland grey by the time 
David had reached the downtown district and parked in the city parking ramp. 
The shops were closed, the street lights were flicking on, and the traffic 
was exceedingly light. He made his way across the deserted public square to 
the ramshackle bus station located in the block just behind the college 
administration buildings. 

Teri was not there. 

He looked around quickly. The long wooden bench, like a church pew, was 
empty. The ticket window was closed. 

"Damn it! Where the hell is everybody?" he said out loud, and strode back up 
to the window and read the schedule on the wall. 

The next bus to Chicago left in one hour. 

Walking hurriedly out of the station, he set out to explore the surrounding 
blocks for restaurants, hoping that she would be passing the time in one of 
them. Most were so sleazy that he didn't even bother to look. 

That family place across from the campus! he decided. She was mooning over 
it that day we went to get the job! He walked fast back up towards the 
college buildings and the park, walked in the open door and gazed down the 
row of high wooden booths on one side. 

She was sitting in the back booth, her back to him. He strolled up softly 
until her profile came into view, bent over a bowl of soup. She was eating 
thoughtfully, rapidly, but like someone hurrying onto the next course... not 
guiltily. Not like someone absconding on the next bus with four hundred 
stolen dollars! 

Casually, he slipped into the seat facing her, careful not to show any 
emotion. For one thing, he didn't know what to feel! His natural tendencies 
were towards anger, but maybe she had some good reasons for doing what she 
had done. 

She looked surprised, then unfriendly. He waited for her to say something, 
to reveal herself, but she didn't. So finally he spoke, "Teri, Schroeder 
says you took four hundred dollars!" 

"I did." she said dully, not looking at him. "But why?" 

She put down her spoon and looked at him directly. "I went up with him... to 
his room... willingly enough. But for what that sick-sick dirty old man put 
me through he owes it to me! More! I should have taken it all!" 

She had flung her hair back and the volume of her voice increased. A wild 
light flared in her eyes, and he had the uneasy feeling she was - going to 
start screaming at him. "Watch it, now. Calm down." he reached across the 
table for her hand. 

Small tears welled and brimmed in her eyes, beginning to spill slowly over 
onto her cheeks. With her free hand, she wiped them away, but they kept 
coming until the sides of her face glistened with wet streaks. She pulled 
her other hand reluctantly from his and reached for a paper napkin, wiping 
off her face and blowing her nose. 

"Teri, you've got to give it back!" 

"No." she stated flatly, picking up her spoon again. "He beat me with his 
belt, then raped me. 

David wasn't surprised, but he kept at her. "We're going to get in a whole 
lot of trouble. He can call the police!" 

"Are you kidding?" she said, calmly resuming her meal again. "The scandal 
would be the end of his job at that fraternity." 

"Teri, he's taking my car! He'll keep it until I get the money back." 

"What good is that heap going to do him?" 

"I don't know. I suppose hell sell it for a hundred dollars. Teri, it's my 
car! It's the only thing I've got!" 

She snorted. "You could take his Buick! That would be some exchange!" 

David bent over the table, rested his forehead in his hand, and groaned 
loudly. "You're being ridiculous! Now give the fucker back his money, so we 
can get out of here in one piece." 

"No." 

"You're the one that got into the bad scene with him!" he retorted angrily, 
feeling his blood rising. "Now I'm the one that's having to pay for the 
whole mess!" 

"You got what you wanted from me, too." she said coldly. 

David stood up and walked out of the restaurant. The door was open, it being 
a spring night, but he grabbed it by the edge after he had passed through, 
slamming it loudly behind him, just out of the hope of embarrassing her or 
something! This time, he strode directly across the park in the direction of 
the parking ramp. 

"David! David!" he stopped as she ran up from behind, causing him to stop in 
the middle of the park. She came up close to him, panting. "David, it wasn't 
like that with you. I really dug you a lot. I don't want to make things bad 
for you. But I just can't give in to that man. He hurt me, and now I've got 
to hurt him back. He taught me one thing: I'm going to look out for myself 
from now on." 

"Even at others' expense?" 

"Better their expense than mine." 

"Well, it'll be interesting to run into you some day and see how your little 
philosophy worked out." He shrugged, knowing now there was nothing more to 
say. "Well, goodbye." 

"Goodbye, David. It was nice knowing you." 

By the time he got back to the house, Schroeder had gotten dinner off, sent 
the house boys and cook home, and was pacing up and down the kitchen. There 
were no voices, no clatter of dishes, but the smell of food hung in the 
silence. 

"Still no Sharon?" David said to the older man, voicing the obvious. 

"What the hell does it look like?" he growled back. Then more quietly, "What 
was it like downtown?" 

"Quiet. The shops are closed." 

"Then I guess she wouldn't be shopping." 

"No." 

David walked to the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk, then fixed 
himself a plate of the evening meal's cold leftovers. He felt Schroeder's 
eyes following him to the counter where he pulled a stool, sat down, and 
began to dig in. 

"Sharon's probably eating in a restaurant right now!" the man said 
hopefully. 

David put down his fork and looked up. "I hate to be discouraging, but it is 
getting late." He looked at the clock over the sink. "Eight-thirty. Most of 
the restaurants will be closing up by now. Not much open but bars." 

Schroeder, still pacing, waved his fists at the ceiling and groaned at 
Jensen's stupidity. "Sharon is not in a bar!!" Then he stopped in the middle 
of the room, abruptly changing his mood. "I been putting this off... but I 
guess I ought to call her family. Maybe she took a plane home." 

"Did you call the airlines, the bus station?" David began. 

"I called the airlines, the bus station, and every goddamned hotel in town!" 
Schroeder admitted. 

"Did you call the police?" 

"Boy, are you out of your mind? How can a man call the police when his 
wife's only been gone six hours? Besides, it wouldn't look good." Schroeder 
was worried. He decided to call Indiana and moved to the phone on the end of 
the counter, turning his back to Jensen. Hell, she probably bought a plane 
ticket in a different name... though I can't imagine her thinking to do 
that. Goddamnit, she's probably at the farm right now... mooning over all 
those damn nieces and nephews! 

David walked out to use the bathroom, giving Schroeder privacy. By the time 
he got back, the man was hanging over the counter, staring at the phone with 
its receiver back in the hook. "She wasn't there," he said simply. 

Suddenly, David began to share his concern. Sharon was just not at any of 
the possible places, likely or unlikely, that she might have gone to. But 
there was something more than that... the fact of Sharon's sensitive, timid 
personality! She just wasn't the kind of woman who would put anyone, even 
her unfaithful husband, through this kind of hassle! 

Schroeder dropped all pretense, his voice seeming to come from the very 
depths of despair. "She's just nowhere around... at all!" 

"WAIT A MINUTE!" David's voice was a short of dismay. 

Standing up from the counter and pulling the stool back with him. David's 
eyes caught on Sharon's delicate orange-strapped sandal caught around the 
base of one of the aluminum legs of the high kitchen stool. He knew it was 
one of the same pair she had worn that afternoon. God, his eyes had traveled 
visually over every inch of that titillating ripe body, from the tips of her 
pink-painted toenails beneath the sandals to her small curved ear lobes 
dangling light summer earrings! Jesus, he knew instinctively, something has 
happened to her! He looked across the floor and saw one of the thin silver 
hoop earrings that he had been daydreaming about only seconds earlier. It 
looks like she's been in some kind of struggle! Schroeder had managed the 
fraternity evening meal all right, but naturally, he hadn't swept up. 
Somehow, that final job always ended up with Sharon. 

"Schroeder, something funny as hell has been going on!" he announced, 
picking up the shoe, then moving bent across the floor for the earring. 

Schroeder, already noting Jensen's wild-eyed expression, was standing there 
beside David by the time he straightened up, "Jesus, those are Sharon's 
things!" he went through David's logic exactly, but seconds later. "It looks 
like she's been in some kind of struggle!" 

David, with Schroeder following behind him, moved into the dining room, 
their eyes poring over the carpet, walls, pieces of furniture for more of 
Sharon's belonging or further evidences of struggle. 

"Nothing... nothing... nothing here!" Schroeder cried out in increasing 
desperation as they entered the living room. For the first time, he was 
facing the possibility that something serious had really happened to his 
desirable young wife. He turned back towards the kitchen, his voice carrying 
behind him, "I'm going to call the police." 

"Wait a minute!" David shouted him back. Sharon's other orange-strapped 
sandal lay partly on the carpet, partly on the deep mahogany border of a 
step approximately halfway up the large staircase to the second floor. 

"It looks like she's somewhere up there," he said to Schroeder now standing 
again behind him. "You want to call the police... or what?" 

"Or what?" Schroeder snarled murderously at him and began charging up the 
stairs two and three at a time. 

"Okay, I'm behind you!" David agreed, slightly uneasy. He had never imagined 
himself aligned with the housefather, and he didn't know if he should be 
afraid of what might happen to the two of them, or what might happen to the 
person or persons who had the shapely housemother when the infuriated giant 
Schroeder got his hands on them. Fear, curiosity, and a certain tenderness 
he still felt for the woman compelled him to follow the housefather... 

CHAPTER SIX 

Some two hours earlier Sharon had been sitting at the kitchen table; her 
thought had been as elusive as the puffy white clouds outside. It was one of 
those glorious spring afternoons when the warm near-summer air of the day 
had just cooled slightly, leaving behind the growing heat and sense of dust 
and pollen in the air, but keeping the scent of the new blooming flowers, 
fresh, sweet, and clean as a florist's shop. Through the open kitchen 
windows came a faint rustling breeze... serene. It was a moment that Sharon 
wished could go on forever. She smiled to herself as she sipped a cup of 
coffee, trying to sober up, and slightly amused and even pleased with 
herself at having to do so. 

It had been some day! 

Starting at the top, she had gotten drunk... was drunk... right now I am... 
for the second time in her life, the other being once before she had gotten 
married with John... that is, I got drunk with John... not that J married 
him, though I did that also! She giggled. After all, the momentous day was 
ending well so there didn't seem any reason not to be happy. She undid one 
of the straps of her sandals, then let the shoe dangle carelessly from her 
toe. When it fell inevitably to the floor, she merely looked at it and 
smiled. 

Then, going backwards further, she had been desired by a very handsome young 
man and found to her pleasant surprise that she could desire strongly also. 
But she had stood by her morals and he seemed to have accepted that without 
too much anguish... so why should I feel bad about that? I feel good about 
it! She knew that the confidence he had aroused in her was still there, and 
would always be there. She could feel it burning softly, like a low quiet 
flame deep in her belly. Now it was just a matter of waiting for it to flare 
up and explode... everything is going to be all right! 

Then, still recollecting backwards, came the hard part, the part about John. 
She didn't think much about Teri. After all, the young couple would be gone 
soon, but she did think about getting back together with her husband. She 
wanted to. It was funny how his sudden interest in the other woman... simple 
jealousy, I got to admit it... had revived her flagging interest in her 
husband. Despite the problems, she had honestly just been scared half to 
death at the prospect of losing him to the other woman, and was even willing 
now to see how her own passive dissatisfaction had helped to gradually sap 
the joy out of their relationship. After all, he wasn't a mind reader! When 
she had gotten over her initial disinterest, she should have told him... let 
him know that all that brutal forcing just wasn't necessary! Let him know I 
can be a very sexual person, if only he'd help me just a little. 

There was only one thing that still bothered her. I held myself back from 
David... and the temptation was strong... I can STILL feel it... why didn't 
he with Teri? But she resolved... now!... to forget it, to seal it away in a 
far corner of her mind where, she hoped, it would come to some kind of 
comprehensibility with time. Time and experience were the great teachers, 
and one day she might understand. Or, if not, there would be nothing but a 
minor scar to remind her it had ever happened. 

She resolved to stay with John through the semester, never mentioning what 
she had heard, then suggest a vacation for the two of them. When it came 
right down to it, there was no real reason why John had to work at all, and 
if he retired permanently it could be one long beautiful vacation for the 
both of them. 

Her wandering, half-intoxicated string of thoughts came to an- end as Robbie 
Morgan entered the kitchen. She looked up in surprise as he walked up to the 
table to stand beside her. After all, David had gone to park the car and she 
had supposed he would be back at any moment. Through the soft haze of her 
inebriation, Robbie seemed over-agitated and his voice came through as a 
shouting: "Mrs. Schroeder, come help me quick! My roommate... Mark Barner... 
he's caught his finger in our door and I can't unlock it!" 

"In the door? Where's your key?" Sharon asked, jumping to her feet. 
Sometimes... when she was thinking how grown-up these young men were... they 
turned into absolute children again! 

"I don't know!" Robbie jumped from one foot to another, growing even more 
anguished. "I never used it... no one uses their keys here, and I guess I 
just lost it!" 

"Well, Mark must have one if he's locked out!" 

"He's not locked out. He's locked in! The door just locked itself!" 

Sharon reminded herself not to get flustered by his adolescent 
over-dramatizations. She remembered from teaching the peculiar habit of 
children blaming their own most obvious mistakes on remote unlikelihoods or 
sheer impossibilities. "Sure," she slurred thickly, moving to the counter, 
remembering, "the rock fell through the window from the tree!" 

"What?" he started curiously. 

"Never mind, I've got the master keys here," she said, grabbing her purse 
from the counter. Thank God, John had insisted on her having a second set of 
her own, though she'd never had any use for them... until now! She would 
unlock the door, then see how bad the boy's finger was. Maybe he'd have to 
go to the hospital! She followed Robbie out through the dining room, across 
the living room, moving with a certain unsteadiness behind him up the front 
stairs. By the time she was halfway up the stairs, she realized, God, I'm 
only wearing one shoe! She slipped her foot out of the other one, left it 
there, then sensed she was missing one earring. I really did drink too much! 
she worried, but it wasn't the time to remonstrate about that now. She 
continued on up the stairway, finding some difficulty moving because of the 
alcohol, and by the time they had climbed the second flight of steps to the 
attic level, the blood was pounding in her head and she felt dizzy. 

She fell against the wall for a moment, her head swimming, then leaned back, 
panting deeply and catching her breath. 

"Which room?" she called ahead to him still moving down the narrow hallway, 
her vision thankfully refocusing. 

"Down here, this last room." 

"Good God, the poor thing has probably been dying waiting for us to get all 
the way up here... " 

With shaking hands, she unlocked the door, it swung open and she saw Mark 
Barnes falling rapidly backwards to land prostrate on the bed, moaning and 
holding his hand. Quickly, she rushed to him, sitting on the edge of the bed 
beside him. 

"Now, Mark, it's going to be all right!" she encouraged, glancing at his 
body as he turned on his side away from her, curling his body up and rocking 
back and forth slowly and methodically in obvious anguish, his hand clutched 
to his belly. "Let me see it... so I know if we should call a doctor." 

She had just laid her hand gently on his shoulder, tugging him back towards 
her, when she heard the door slam behind them. She turned, noted Robbie 
locking the door from the inside with the master key, turned back to the 
prostrate Mark... then did a double take back to Robbie! "Why are you 
doing... THAT?" 

At the same time, Mark Barnes rolled onto his back, exposing the opened fly 
of his jeans. Sharon sucked in her breath in surprise and her eyes bulged 
with shock as she saw his short thick cock jump out at her. It was hard and 
fully erect, the tiny slit in its center already glistening with clear male 
lubricant. 

Once again, her head swam until she thought she might faint at the 
unbelievable sight of the teenager lying there, lewdly displaying his 
private male parts to her and hardly able to hold back his grin of proud 
satisfaction. 

"What... is going on? Just what do you think you're doing?" she snapped 
angrily through her alcoholic fog, her voice sharp and impatient. She almost 
had to force herself to realize it wasn't a dream, although it certainly 
seemed to be so. 

There was no answer. And that made it even more frightening. 

She sensed Robbie moving up from behind to stand just beyond her shoulders. 
Now she was conscious that she was completely surrounded by the two young 
men, looking at her with obscenely smirking eyes. The sounds of their 
breathing was loud in the small room. Twinges of dread began to grip her 
belly as she looked from one to the other, lascivious leers contorting their 
faces. 

Oh no, she thought, they 're going to try to do it... to me! At the horrible 
thought, her mind went utterly blank and she lost all ability to reason 
sensibly, no matter how hard she tried. Everything was giving way rapidly to 
dread, rapidly building panic, then the first stages of sheer paralyzing 
horror. Her fate loomed sickeningly in her mind, blotting out all other 
thoughts, past or present, there was only this moment. 

Robbie Morgan rose to a position of authority as he stood looming over her 
sitting from the edge of the bed. His voice was patient, but stern, "We 
brought you here for one big reason. And I suppose you've already guessed 
what that is, haven't you?" 

Sharon stared wildly from one to the other of them, tears streaming down her 
cheeks... Oh God, this is so humiliating. They're just little boys, they 're 
not even men! 

His voice droned on confidently, "And there isn't any point of screaming, 
unless you want all the guys in the fraternity in on it?" 

"No, no, please, no!" Sharon started to attention. 

"Because Jensen... and your husband... they're just too far away to hear all 
the way up to this attic floor! Understand?" 

"Yes, I understand." God, only too well! 

For a moment, she thought of jumping out a window... anything to avoid this 
disgrace... but, looking around, there didn't seem to be one! 

"And for another thing," Robbie was speaking again. "I'm going to tell you 
something that's going to shock the hell out of you. Your husband, Mr. 
Schroeder, has been making it with Mrs. Jensen!" He waited, then looked 
confused by her lack of response. 

"I just thought you ought to know," he went on. "So you don't need to feel 
guilty!" 

"That's very considerate of you," she snapped dryly. 

Anger and impatience flashed across his face. She's making fun of me! "Well, 
whether you think it is or not, I don't care. But don't think you can turn 
us in, because if you do, we'll spill the beans about Mrs. Jensen and your 
husband, and that'll end the job. I bet they'll even blame what... we 're 
going to do to you... on him, for creating an immoral atmosphere!" 

Sharon's eyes widened in awed horror. They certainly got everything figured 
out! The job isn't important... but the scandal, John's reputation! Coming 
at his age, at the end of his career, it would just kill him. Everything... 
all our plans for enjoying the next few years... would be destroyed. Instead 
of all the happiness I'd thought we were finally going to come into, it'd be 
nothing but bitterness. It'd be even worse than before! 

"Don't you have anything to say?" Mark Barnes' low voice interrupted her 
thoughts. He was bothered by her soft weeping. Her heavy sadness was getting 
to him. "Nothing at all?" he encouraged, pleadingly. 

She looked up. It was useless to say anything, but still she wondered. 
"Why... why did you pick on me? You certainly could have figured out all 
these elaborate precautions and safeguards for some other... victim." 

Robbie angrily jerked her to her feet by her shoulders. He didn't like the 
word victim and it sent his blood boiling. "Because, Mrs. Schroeder," he 
spat the words into her face, "we know how bad... just how really, really 
bad you need someone to throw a good fuck to you!" Suddenly, he jumped up on 
the opposite bed and, tossing books from the top shelf, revealed the 
ventilation window. "We know a lot more about a lot of things - a lot more 
than just Mr. Schroeder's little fling with Mrs. Jensen. We know everything 
about Mr. Schroeder and YOU, how he just jumps on you and doesn't bring you 
to the top... and how sometimes, he doesn't even do that much... he just 
fucks you up the ASSHOLE!" 

This time Sharon did faint. The unspeakably obscene word seemed to be 
spinning around and around her in her consciousness, and she couldn't take 
her mental eye off of it. Her mind was turning and revolving until it quite 
suddenly fell out of the whirling vortex into a deep dark warm hole of utter 
blackness and nothingness. When she came to, she was stretched out on a bed. 
She barely opened her eyes, wanting to delay as long as possible the fact 
that she had regained consciousness. Her would-be rapists lay on either side 
of her. During the time she had been out, they had drawn out the center desk 
between the beds, bolstered it against the door, and pushed the two single 
beds together. Both boys had their hungry glances locked on her body, and 
she could almost feel the physical impact of the lust that glowed in each 
pair of eyes. Oh God, I'm naked! she suddenly realized. She looked down the 
length of her body that they had undressed while she was unconscious. Her 
clothes lay folded neatly over a chair. The last vestiges of her personal 
privacy were gone and she had never felt so alone and vulnerable. 

At the same time, the situation suddenly reminded her of David Jensen and 
how he had aroused her so deeply only a few hours ago. Suddenly, the low 
flame she had been aware of flared up like a blast furnace in her belly. No, 
God, I mustn't think of that! 

Still, a lightly glinting stream of perspiration ran down the narrow valley 
between her full quivering breasts, and she could feel the stifling hot air 
inside the small room pressing around her pointed little nipples. She heard 
the sharp intake of Robbie's breath as he studied with lewd appreciation the 
full naked revelation fo her proud, ripely peaked mounds of flesh. And 
below, down beyond her harrow waist and tautly smooth abdomen, she was 
naked, too!... everywhere! She turned to Mark and saw his eyes fixed on the 
smoothly curving length of her long tapered legs, especially the sparse 
down-like mound of soft blonde pubic hair up between her full firm thighs 
that had parted slightly. Her legs had fallen apart... or they had pulled 
them open... but, in any case, the pinkly glistening slit of her secret 
genitals was half exposed and peeking out temptingly. 

"Christ! What a pair of boobs!" she heard Robbie hiss in a low hoarse voice, 
obviously not yet aware that she had awakened. 

"Yeah," Mark whispered back. "And look at that pretty pussy." 

They think I'm still out! Through heavily slitted eyes, she gazed to either 
side at the two teen-agers and her heart flung itself into her throat at the 
sight of their nakedness. She had never seen any man naked but John, and now 
the sight of two naked men, one on either side of her, was almost too much 
for her naive still half-aroused consciousness. Yes, of course, they had 
both removed their own clothes after stripping her. Mark, sandy-haired and 
broad-faced, had a short, stocky body but he was much more heavily muscled 
than she would have imagined from seeing him in clothes. His legs were 
thick, covered with reddish-blond hair; one knee was raised up as he lay on 
his side next to her, his hotly pulsating cock spearing into her waistline. 
On the other side, Robbie had also stripped himself naked and lay stretched 
out beside her, his slim sinewy body pressing tightly up to hers. As he 
watched her gently breathing breasts, the hard warmth of his virilely 
throbbing young cock ground against her smoothly tapered white thigh... I'll 
just lay here... like I'm dead... all the time! Then I won't have to do 
anything! she thought in even greater revulsion at the idea of having to 
take part... to participate with them in the obscene rape of her helpless 
body. 

Then, one of Mark's hands came to rest on her thigh, moving slowly... 
inexorably... towards the tempting mound of her femininity. She stiffened 
involuntarily, but not enough for them to notice... at least, yet! His hand 
played in the down-like hair of her blonde triangle for a moment then one of 
his fingers slid down into the pinkly glistening wet furrow of her vagina to 
tease the sensitive nub of her clitoris. 

"Oh! Oh! Eeeeeeeeh!" a soft helpless whimper escaped uncontrollably from her 
lips. Under his probing hand, her pelvis writhed and her torso arched up 
from the mattress. She hadn't wanted them to know she was conscious... I 
ruined everything!... but she just couldn't help it! 

At that time, both boys returned their lewd gazes to her face and smiled 
gleefully, as though welcoming her back to the world. This time, Mark, 
growing in assertion, was taking charge. "Now take it easy!" he warned. 
"Everything's all right! But getting back to what Robbie was saying, we know 
Mr. Schroeder's not doing right by you. So we figured we'd sort of do you a 
favor by fucking you. We've got no intentions of hurting you, you can count 
on us for complete satisfaction!" 

Sharon bolted upright in the bed. It was crazy, unthinkable. "You're not 
doing me any favors; you're using me for yourselves!" 

"Well, that's true, we need some satisfaction, too. But what's wrong with 
that? It'll be great for all three of us!" 

Oh God, Sharon groaned and fell back onto the bed. The three of us... all at 
the same time! I don't understand this younger generation! "No, no, please, 
leave me alone," she blubbered and turned her head to sob into the pillow. 
"I don't want this. I don't want anything to do with this!" She was sure 
they must be crazy, so sure of it that she was even afraid to say the word, 
accusing them of it, for fear they would hurt her physically... maybe even 
kill me! 

In any case, Robbie Morgan was fed up with the soft persuasive approach. 
"Well, I'm ready now to have a good time and, if you don't want to join us, 
then just... suffer!" He reached under the bed and thrust a quarter-filled 
bottle of whisky at her. "Drink it down now, if you want it," he growled. 
"Cause the glorious gang fuck's about to begin... " 

Desperately, she grabbed for the bottle and put the neck of it into her 
lips, letting the hot whisky pour down her throat, swallowing and gulping 
rapidly. It made her gasp for breath, but she needed it frantically and did 
it again. This time she drank so avidly that she went into a coughing spell. 
When she was finished clearing her throat, she noticed that the empty bottle 
lay on the floor, and the two boys were once again stretched out expectantly 
beside her. 

Suddenly, she knew that her ordeal was starting. Robbie, beside her, took 
her in his long sinewy arms, drawing her back up slightly off the mattress 
and pressing her large firm breasts against his naked chest. His lips 
covered her immediately, his tongue snaking into her mouth and sliding deep 
into her throat. She didn't respond, but she didn't struggle either. There 
was no possible way she could escape, and she had already begun to reconcile 
herself to her fate. The alcohol was loosening her nerves, and she could 
feel its warming effects in her belly: She was counting on it to dull the 
fear and horror she still felt. 

At the same time that Robbie kissed her his hand cupped the whole of her 
throbbing warm breast and lifted it momentarily to roll the quickly 
hardening little nipple between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of 
herself, Sharon could feel unwanted tingling sensations begin to generate 
immediately in her loins, and she was aware of the lubricating moistness 
growing rapidly down there now between the softly swelling lips of her 
vagina. Oh no!... I'm getting aroused again, and I don't want to let them do 
that to me! I can't let them make me enjoy this! 

For the moment, Mark, on the side, had found it exciting to watch his 
friend's fondling of the blonde housemother's large firm breasts, but now he 
wanted one also! His mouth dropped down hungrily to the other erect little 
nipple, and he sucked and pulled on it gently with his lips, then began to 
run his tongue around the aureole. Sharon, in the center, began to writhe 
and twist her nakedly helpless body between the two boys as a wild unwanted 
desire flickered like heat lightning through her love-starved loins. 

It didn't take her long to realize that she was about to lose... was losing 
right now!... her battle to resist their obscene dual ravishment. She 
reminded herself of the outrage of their mutual attack... one youth French 
kissing her, the other sucking lustfully at her deeply throbbing breast. But 
even those reminders turned back on her to incite her unwilling imagination 
and arouse lewd feelings of sexual hunger in her body. Thus, in attempting 
to think morally, to think about what these boys were doing to her, she was 
only working against herself! The whisky, too, seemed to heighten and 
enhance the warm pleasure building rapidly in her belly. If only David 
hadn't already aroused her earlier in the afternoon, maybe it wouldn't be so 
hard now! 

Robbie was kissing her even more deeply now. His long tongue played along 
the insides of her mouth and moved in tiny teasing circles on the tender 
flesh of her inner lips. Before she realized it, she was voraciously sucking 
on his tongue, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth, until his 
moistly heated mouth smashed her lips back against her teeth. 

Mark's voice broke through her consciousness. She had been all too aware of 
his warm young lips on her breast and, as he pulled away, she realized 
suddenly that she missed his attention acutely... almost painfully. He had 
grown steadily in assertiveness, even to the point of surpassing Robbie, 
whose hand was massaging her wildly throbbing breast with ever more 
forcefully kneading pressure. Mark's hot breath rasped in her ear, arousing 
her even further with his own rapidly growing excitement. Suddenly, he 
pulled away! 

"Robbie, while you're up there. I'm going to go down on her!" 

Then Robbie broke the deep soul-searching kiss to say "Okay, you get to eat 
that smelling little pussy first, but I get to be the first one to fuck 
her!" 

Sharon couldn't believe her ears, but before she could even think of some 
protest, Robbie's lips clamped down hard once again on her mouth. She 
frantically twisted and squirmed her lower body, trying to show Mark that 
she wanted none of his perverted kisses down there. She pulled her thighs 
tight together and stiffened the muscles of her legs. Before they had 
disarmed her with their gentleness, but now she was frightened all over 
again! 

"Just let your legs fall apart," the boy advised in a helpful way, oblivious 
to her dismay, "because I'm going to give you some real fancy triple 
tonguing!" In his fevered excitement, he brutally wrenched her legs apart 
without difficulty and scuttled up between them. "Damn, what a pretty little 
cunt!" 

Sharon was surprised for more than one' reason! She had heard once or twice, 
very vaguely, of a woman taking a man's penis in her mouth. After all, her 
own husband John had tried to get her to do that. But she had assumed that 
only the most depraved, sick individuals engaged in that kind of activity 
and, naturally, she had resisted. When John had asked her to do that, it had 
only confirmed her suspicion that he was a very, very disturbed man. But now 
these two young boys were talking about licking her vagina... really, just 
the opposite thing?... as though it were absolutely nothing! And from the 
way they were talking, they seemed to think of it as perfectly natural! She 
wondered... it's beginning to seem like the whole world's crazy... or ME.' 
Finally, the housemother's anxious fear did pierce through the fraternity 
boy's excitement. "Don't fight it," he called out through the hoarseness of 
his chest. "Just relax, Mrs. Schroeder... and enjoy it... because I'm going 
to lick and suck your cunt, just like your husband should do. You deserve 
it. And I promise you'll absolutely flip!" 

She couldn't answer, she could only moan helplessly into the other boy's 
mouth pressed over her own. But Mark's very words caused her to tremble with 
a lewd abandon she had never felt before, and didn't want... at least, she 
didn't think she did! He was kneeling now between her out-stretched legs, 
his fingers pressing into the gently trembling flesh of her inner thighs. 
Suddenly, the degradation she had thought was going to inflict upon her 
began to vanish from her mind. She was conscious now only of the delicious 
feeling of his superior strength forcing her thighs to spread even wider 
until her sparse hair-covered vaginal lips flowered open to reveal 
completely the pink, deeply throbbing strip of flesh between. 

Suddenly, he dropped his head downward and warmness of his lips pressed 
softly and gently into her hotly swelling cuntal flanges. She felt his 
quivering wet tongue curling deeply into the moistly sensitive crease, 
stopping to swirl several times around the throbbing bud of her erect little 
clitoris and lashed lightly over it. 

Suddenly, the only thing that mattered was the intense sexual fires which 
had been lit in her warmly palpitating breasts and vagina, and were now 
building rapidly past the point of control. Everything else was 
unimportant... shame... revulsion... pride... honor! They were mere words 
about nothingness, amorphous feelings that people said existed but that 
really didn't. The only word that really had any meaning was ECSTASY... and 
she knew about that because she could feel the physical truth of it in the 
sensations of pure pleasure rippling outward from her belly and her wildly 
tingling nipples... pleasure that jolted and surged through every fiber and 
nerve of her being. She wanted desperately anything and everything the boys 
could do for her or that she could do for them. But again, it was impossible 
to speak with the other boy's lips plastered over her mouth, and she could 
only respond with a single low continuous "yesssssssss" into Robbie's mouth 
muffling her words. 

Her entire shamelessly aroused body shuddered in naked delight as Mark took 
the wildly throbbing bud of her clitoris into his teeth and held it there 
with painstaking gentleness while his tongue licked in a searing circle of 
lust all over the hotly quivering tip of the tiny head. 

Oh God, it's so good! Just like he said... it's wonderful! Absolutely 
wonderful! 

The boy's warmly pressuring hands pushed her thighs even further apart, and 
his face began to turn in lewdly sensual circles as his hot tongue stroked 
deep and hard now all over the tingling cuntal furrow. Her wantonly writhing 
body convulsed in response. He moved deeper into her hotly clasping vagina, 
using his long wet tongue as a penis to orally fuck the gasping older woman. 

Sharon began to wriggle and twist her hips, lewdly grinding her pelvis up to 
his face, cooperating with him as much as she could. One of her hands moved 
down to tangle in his hair, stroking and caressing the head bobbing up 
between her legs, bringing her so much pleasure. Simultaneously, she was 
enjoying Robbie's wetly fervent kiss and his gently moving hands that roamed 
at will over her sensitive upper body, returning always to her urgently 
quivering breasts where they fondled and massaged and caressed the full warm 
resiliency of her naked flesh. She could feel her aroused nipples digging 
into his grasping palms and erotically imagined she could even feel the 
ridges of his fingerprints. 

Oh God, this is all my fault... I let David get me aroused and now... I just 
can't seem to stop it! BUT I DON'T CARE! Her other hand, the one that was 
not twisted in Mark's hair, was wrapped around Robbie's neck, pulling his 
virile young body against hers. Suddenly, however, this was not enough for 
her! She could feel Robbie's heated hardness pulsating rhythmically against 
her thigh as he kissed and fondled her, and suddenly she wanted to hold that 
naked raw male pole of flesh in her hand. Cock! Prick! That was all. She 
wanted to feel it with her own hands. Urgently, she reached down for it, her 
nakedly aroused body caught up in an insane whirlpool of lust that she knew 
now existed within her mind and body, but could not yet fathom why. 

It was pure rapture for her, holding the boy's hotly throbbing shaft in her 
hand, and- she tightened her fingers gently around it as he began rocking 
his hips back and forth. With an abrupt thrill, she realized she could 
actually feel it growing and expanding in her hand. From the tactile sense 
alone, it fascinated her, and she strained for a closer look than she had 
taken at first; it was long and thin... whereas, Mark's was short and 
thick... but, golly, I like them both! 

Then she said it - something that surprised and shocked even her. "Robbie! I 
want to suck your cock... put your cock in my mouth." 

"Wow!" the boy scrambled immediately to his knees beside her face, more than 
anxious to comply. "Mrs. Schroeder, you're something else!" Then he said to 
Mark, still slavering his mouth wetly between Sharon's parted legs further 
down the bed, "See, didn't I tell you she'd like it. This is really wild! 
She'll be sucking me while you're eating her!" 

At the time, at her peak of high arousal, it seemed the most natural thing 
in the world to take Robbie's beautiful young penis into her mouth. She kept 
her eyes open in delight as the satiny cock-head brushed against her wetly 
parted lips. She wanted to do it! And the fact that down there below, 
between her wide-held legs, the other young man was eagerly sucking on 
her... made it just that more wicked and exciting! She wanted to arouse in 
Robbie the same wildly searing sensations that Mark's continuing licking at 
her pussy was bringing to her. 

She willingly opened her mouth and her lips ovalled softly around Robbie's 
long hard maleness. She was pleasantly surprised by its rubber softness and 
slightly pungent male flavor. She liked that too! Slowly, experimenting at 
first, she ran her quivering wet tongue over the blood-engorged head. Then, 
gaining confidence, she began to swirl her tongue faster in tiny licking 
circles, feeling the lewdly exciting shock of what she was doing ripple 
through his naked young body. Finally, she gently inserted the tiny tip of 
her tongue into the narrow glans slit at the top of it, and she could taste 
his impatiently oozing seminal fluid. 

Robbie's eyes were glued on her tightly ovalled lips as he began to revolve 
his hips slowly and rhythmically back and forth in front of her face, 
flexing the muscles of his lean buttocks to drive his hotly throbbing cock 
deeper into the soft warm recesses of her mouth. She accepted it, convulsing 
and hollowing the warmly clasping insides of her mouth around the thick 
tension of the shaft as it worked further and deeper into her oral cavity, 
until all of it was absorbed and the spongy, lust-swollen head rushed to the 
top of her throat. Only a tiny stretch of the base of it showed between her 
lips and the dark black curls of his pubic hair, and she tightened her lips 
like an elastic band around its exciting thickness. 

As far as Sharon was concerned this was heaven, and she would have been 
satisfied if it had gone on forever. But then the hypnotic rhythm of the 
three bodies moving together was broken when Mark suddenly stopped. She 
stiffened and whimpered around Robbie's still plunging cock in her mouth for 
the boy to continue his wild tonguing of her heatedly aroused vagina. When 
nothing happened she pulled back from Robbie in disappointment. Looking down 
and straining to see, she glimpsed at Mark, now rising up on his knees 
between her wide-spread legs, his hand gripping his visibly throbbing cock 
that had been massaged to huge proportions while, sucking on her, he had 
rubbed it repeatedly against the mattress. 

"Hey!" his voice came from behind. "It's time for a change! You do the cunt 
licking now. I want some of that cock sucking!" 

"She's already got me half way there!" Robbie snapped. "So just wait 
awhile... then you can fuck into her mouth while I fuck her pussy!" 

"Hell, with that!" Mark came back. "If you don't let me up there now, I'm 
going to fuck her first. Right now, in fact!" 

Sharon stared down with masochistic fascination as Mark's hand continued to 
grip the thick shaft of his hearty young penis. Her eyes widened in 
amazement and admiration as he pulled back the loose fold of thick foreskin 
to reveal the blood-red roundness of its head. A clear drop of male 
lubricant... looking like a little seed-pearl appeared at the lust-swollen 
tip. Mark was obviously ready for action, more than ready! Suddenly, she 
realized that her moment of irrevocable infidelity was fast approaching... 
He's going to fuck me until he cums inside me. Then Robbie will want to do 
it, too! Then I'll be an adulteress! 

Mark looked at her lewdly, as he saw her eyes taking in his thickness. "You 
thought what I did was good... wait till you feel this deep inside that 
beautiful little cunt of yours." 

Sharon shuddered involuntarily. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind 
that what he said was true. Every nerve of her long-frustrated nervous 
system quivered with lewd anticipation. Her husband had denied her physical 
needs, and she had denied them herself past the point of human endurance. 
And now her entire being yearned, aching and throbbing, for sexual 
satiation... FINALLY... TO CUM! I don't care if it is wrong. I want both of 
their cocks. I've got to have them! 

Lying there, one boy at her tousled hair and the other at her naked feet, 
the young housemother called out, "Why don't... both of you... just fuck 
me... one at a time! Let Mark go ahead and fuck my vagina, while I keep 
sucking your penis, Robbie!" 

Beside her, the dark-haired Robbie, sucked in his breath, deep and hard. It 
was a point of honor with him. "But I let you go down on her pussy first," 
he complained to Mark. "While I was still just kissing her. So then you 
agreed that I could fuck her first!" 

"But then she ended up sucking on you... so what's the difference?" Mark 
protested. "You've got to be flexible." 

"I am flexible," Robbie protested... "And just to prove it... " his voice 
drifted off. 

Sharon groaned softly and felt increasingly frustrated under the confusion 
of the seemingly useless debate... All she knew was that she wanted the 
delicious contact at her hungrily throbbing pussy, some more licking or some 
fucking or... something!... to resume and continue now. The wildly erotic 
sensations in her belly were now gradually and steadily diminishing back to 
a pleasant but low burning flame, tingling and enjoyable enough... but 
nothing next to what she had been feeling, or what she had known for sure 
that she would be feeling for the very first time at any moment! She had 
been ready to cum! Oh God, I couldn't stand it... if it doesn't happen now. 
Please, please don't let me down now. 

"I'm not only flexible," Robbie's voice was still droning on now, though 
with a new proud gloating tone. "I got imagination. I got it all figured 
out! You fuck her up the cunt... while I fuck her asshole like we saw 
Schroeder fucking her. That way everybody's happy!" 

Sharon wasn't. Her head whirled with shock... this was the least thing she 
had expected from the two boys... and she cringed at the strange new 
sadistic tone she sensed in Robbie's voice. Strange? No, it's not new to me 
at all. I recognize it... from John! "Nooooooo! Please! It wouldn't make me 
happy. You don't know how it hurts!" 

"But Schroeder's already stretched you out," Robbie pointed out. "So I'll be 
careful and gentle... and, this time, you'll really enjoy it, too!" 

"Hey, that's really wild!" Mark agreed, his eager young cock jerking 
visibly. "It'll really be all the three of us together that way!" 

"You promise... you'll be gentle?" Sharon groaned pleadingly, as the two 
boys were already turning her onto her stomach. "Mark, you're still going to 
fuck me soon, aren't you?" she stammered hopefully. Oh shit, I don't care 
what they do to me... fust so someone stuffs a penis in my vagina soon! The 
devils in her belly began to dance wildly again at the mere thought. She 
needed but one thing now; she needed a penis! More than anything else in the 
world she needed a beautiful big cock! 

"Kneel," Robbie commanded thickly, and she immediately obeyed. "Get your ass 
up in the air. Spread your legs," he added, and she obeyed again. 

Every last bit of will power seemed to have been submerged in her 
overpowering need for orgasm. She knelt unresisting, aware of Mark rapidly 
stroking his own thick cock while he watched, as Robbie kissed her smoothly 
rounded buttocks and bit them with sharp little love nips. She felt him draw 
her fleshy cheeks apart and shivered with unexpected delight as his tongue 
lowered to lick the moistened crevice between them. To the side, Mark jerked 
ever more furiously on his lewdly growing organ at the salacious spectacle. 
She felt the strain on her tightly puckered anus as Robbie pulled the pink 
crinkled skin around it. Suddenly, she felt obscenely naked and slightly 
masochistic as she sensed him hovering above the deep red little hole; and 
she enjoyed that, too. 

Chills ran down her spine and arms as she felt his outstretched middle 
finger probing gently at the puckered little hole. 

His finger prodded, and in response, her feet jumped further outward to the 
edges of the joined beds on either side. But it wasn't from any pain. The 
boy had been right when he had said that Schroeder had stretched her. It was 
from the surprising surges of pleasure that rippled through the muscles of 
her warmly quivering buttocks and tickled in wild little waves over the 
unblemished naked flesh of her behind and thighs. 

While the other boy watched, Robbie wormed his finger slowly and carefully 
around in the tightly clasping hole, moving his finger in an ever widening 
circle against the small anal ring, then, other times, sawing it straight in 
and out, teasing her and the awe-struck Mark. But the thing that seemed to 
fascinate the watching Mark the most was the way man and woman were working 
together, the housemother eagerly wiggling her hips back against it and 
sighing as though some strange erotic pleasure of subjugation was sweeping 
through her. His eyes bulged with wonder as the pink rubbery skin of her 
rectum clung to the outstretched finger fucking in and out, and she sighed 
with a deep gasp of particular satisfaction. 

"C'mon, Robbie," Mark pleaded to his fraternity brother. "Put it in her ass, 
will you?" He was starting to almost feel left out! 

The housemother's quickly agreeing response reassured him that wasn't true! 
"I'm ready, Robbie. Put it in! Then we can fall backwards so Mark can climb 
on top of us!" 

Still, she held her breath as Robbie clutched at the top of her nakedly 
trembling thighs and placed the hotly throbbing head of his virile young 
penis against the tight hairless opening of her backside. She felt him begin 
to prod... harder... the pressure grew... and then the tight sphincter 
muscle gave way and the youth's long hard cock popped inside of her. It 
doesn't hurt! It's not as big as John's! She pushed back and he pushed 
forward, and slowly, gradually, the heatedly pulsating shaft made its way 
through the spongy, resistant channel of her rectum, pushing the tight walls 
back in waves as it surged through her. Finally, he was buried to the hilt 
in the buttery soft confines of her bottom, and his pelvis smacked loudly 
against her wantonly writhing buttocks. 

The dark-haired fraternity boy, moving carefully, locked his hands tightly 
to the housemother's smoothly flaring hips and rolled to the side, pulling 
her backwards on top of him. His long hot pole of flesh was still embedded 
deep in her backside as she lay full length on her back tight against his 
stomach and chest. Her legs were splayed out on the outside of his legs, and 
she looked up anxiously to the other boy, encouraging him with her eyes to 
mount her without further delay. 

Mark didn't wait a second. He crawled between her widespread legs, 
straddling his fraternity brother's knees, and pushed the older woman's 
thighs far apart to their utmost limits. He grasped his thick aching weapon 
in his hands and guided it without a moment's delay into the velvety warmth 
of her wetly clasping pussy. He continued to thrust forward and his 
excitedly throbbing penis slithered deep into the farthest recesses of her 
vagina to scrape against the underside of Robbie's cock already buried in 
her rectum. 

"Oh, oh God!" the blonde young housemother gasped as finally she lay 
sandwiched between the two young boys. She could feel each of their hotly 
pulsating cocks separately, one bringing a warm magic to her vagina and the 
other burning in her rectum, and each in itself was sending separate waves 
of deliciously forbidden pleasure through her. She could even feel the 
pressure on the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina, and at the 
moment, it felt almost as if there was nothing between the two young male 
organs. Together, they felt like the most gigantic penis in the entire 
world! She could feel her insides stretching and pulling, and her belly had 
never felt so filled and complete in her life! 

"Is everybody ready now?" Robbie groaned from beneath. 

"I am!" she moaned, almost incoherent from her already mounting rapture. 

"I am, too!" Mark choked from on top of her. "Oh God, I can't wait any 
longer. C'mon, everybody. LET'S FUCK!!!!" 

The two boys commenced a smooth sawing motion in and out of Sharon's moistly 
clinging pussy and rubbery tight rectum, buffeting the naked older woman 
between them like a rag doll. It only took a moment for them to fall into a 
mutual rhythm and Sharon, sandwiched between them, soon picked it up also. 
She eagerly undulated her sensually awakened body between, moving her 
warm-fleshed buttocks in tiny abandoned circles. Robbie's upthrusts into her 
wildly puckering rectum bounced her upwards to meet the downward drive of 
Mark's thick plunging cock into her steaming wet pussy. It worked perfectly! 
None of them had ever experienced anything like this before, and it seemed 
as though they had made a great discovery! Immediately, Sharon began to 
lubricate profusely. It became more and more incredible in the face of this 
group animal-like lust... there she was lying on her back, with her legs 
spread obscenely wide, accepting two plundering young cocks deeper and 
deeper inside her belly, one in her sensually quivering pussy and the other 
in her hotly searing rectum. It's like we've become one thing... an 
animal... or a machine! The imagery became more vivid for her. That's it. 
We're... like a f-fucking machine! We're the most fantastic machine in the 
whole world! 

Mark, on top, thrust deeply and she bit at her lower lip in pleasure until 
she tasted the saltiness of her own blood. He plowed his thick male organ 
crushingly into the deep welcoming folds of her tightly clinging vagina, 
pressing great waves of her soft pink flesh in tingling ripples before it. 
This was what she wanted, her every wish seemed to be coming true! Her belly 
quaked and throbbed convulsively as the smoothly pistoning shaft plunged 
headlong into her again and again. Her mind whirled in useless efforts to 
reason out the lewd effects of the virile young penis filling her, crushing 
pleasurably her inner organs as it dug even deeper. Good God! Jesus! It felt 
like it would burst into her throat if he didn't stop! He was tearing her 
inhibitions from her body and then devouring them as he flexed the hotly 
bulging head once, twice... gulping her inner cunt away in mouthfuls of 
depraved sensuality. Her former being was rapidly leaving her, and there was 
nothing left now but these two steadily driving cocks, one in her vagina and 
the other in her rectum, filling her with a wild never-before-experienced 
sensual pleasure. 

Behind her, Robbie shoved his long, blood-engorged penis forcefully in and 
out of the warm spongy flesh of her rectum, his every stroke inundated her 
being with a deliciously wanton feeling of forbidden delight. 

"Oh shit, yes! Fuck my asshole!" she encouraged him on, her own lewd 
sluttish words merely adding fuel to her inner fires. 

Robbie groaned as she reached down under herself, gently tickling his 
sperm-laden balls as he sank his lust-hardened cock to the hilt in her 
wide-split rear crevice. Sweat poured down his face. He was straining to see 
between their close-packed bodies, wanting to watch the pink flesh of her 
starred little anal hole draw back with his cock, greedily clasping at it as 
though to keep from escaping. In sadistic delight he imagined he could see 
his throbbing white length disappearing all the way up into her smoothly 
gyrating ass with every thrust. None of it would be left visible to the eye 
as it submerged to its full hot depth into her tight resilient passage. The 
lewd imagery caused him to ram especially deep inside her as though to burst 
her bowels asunder. 

For Sharon, this hurt, but it was a pain that was strangely pleasurable. It 
was totally different from the throbbing pulsations Mark was causing in her 
ever more rapidly quivering vagina, but its savageness and wickedness filled 
her with an all pervading masochistic joy. 

Suddenly, she knew that she was going to explode into her orgasm. It was 
there, just around the corner, still tantalizing her. Oh God... just a 
little more! 

Immeasurable ecstasy began to flood through her tautly rippling belly and 
thighs, and she began to move with the two boys in an ever increasing 
abandonment, her shamelessly aroused body and mind all centering in now on 
the churning sensations of delight in her loins. 

Then she realized the wildly throbbing expansion of the two cocks in her 
belly meant that the two young boys were nearing their climaxes, too! Their 
lunges into her became brutally crushing thrusts, wilder and wilder they 
became, nakedly voluptuous bodies tossing her roughly between them without 
consideration in their own lewd desperation. Among the three of them there 
came into existence a kind of primitive orgiastic dance of motion, point, 
and counter point, the rhythm and tempo increasing in rapidly building 
degrees. Even their three wanton groans and cries intermingled in an earthy 
primeval chorus of mad sexual abandonment. 

Then... she began to cum... and cum... and cum some more... almost 
unendingly... Oh! It's here! I'm cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmming! "I'm 
CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIII NNNNNGGGG!!! AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! OH GOD! Fuck me! 
FUUUUUUUCCCKK MEEEE!" 

She seemed to be in a fantasy-land of cock; both of her holes were filled to 
overflowing with beautifully long hard penises that sent lewdly rising 
sensations of ecstasy rippling through her twitching pussy and made her 
whole body convulse with joy. There was nothing else but this world of cock. 

"FUCK ME HAAAAAAAAAARDER! HAAAAAAAADER! DON'T EVER STOP!" 

The two boys, sensing their total conquest of the older woman's body and 
mind, were going crazy, and they both lunged forward at the same time 
embedding their wildly gushing cocks deep into her rectum and pussy. 

Mark buried his madly jerking penis as deep into the wet velvety heat of her 
vagina as he could, and felt his thick ejaculating shaft expanding to even 
greater dimensions, as it exploded violently. He continued battering into 
her for several more pelvis crushing strokes while he was still cumming. 
"OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH!" he squealed. 

Beneath her, Robbie jerked the firmness of her nakedly writhing buttocks 
against his pelvis and, holding her firmly by the hip bones, pinioned her as 
unmovingly as possible on his wildly ejaculating penis while his semen hosed 
through his long hard cock in a white hot stream, his thickly heated sperm 
shooting far up into her hotly milking rectum. He grunted: "SHIT! I'M 
CUMMING! OH FUCK! FUCK!" He felt her deliberately working her inner ass 
muscles and then she shrieked that she was cumming again. 

Then the three just lay there, collapsed in a spent and satiated heap for a 
long euphoric moment. In fact, several minutes must have passed before 
Robbie, at the bottom of the heap, became aware of the discomfort of the 
heavy weight upon him. He groaned, too exhausted to even speak, and prodded 
feebly until Mark finally pulled himself from his lethargy to roll from 
Sharon's body. Then, with a sigh - almost of reluctance - she slid off 
behind him. The older woman lay nakedly between the two boys and closed her 
eyes, smiling. She was concentrating on remembering forever this feeling of 
their hot white sperm deep in her widely-expanded twin passages... and this 
simple, but unbelievable moment, of total satisfaction. 

"Well, we said we'd take you to the top," Robbie said finally. "And we made 
our promise good." 

"But... this can't happen again... you realize that, don't you?" Sharon 
pointed out. 

"Well, we thought that way at first, but now I'm having second thoughts 
about it!" He turned over on his side and gazed at the housemother's lushly 
ripened body possessively. "I'm thinking that we ought to get together... 
every chance we get!" 

Sharon tensed and bolted upright on the bed. "But I don't want that!" 

Mark interjected himself into the conversation: "Robbie, leave well enough 
alone!" 

Sharon added: "And John's probably looking for me... right now!" 

"He won't look here," Robbie smiled smugly. "And besides, we got it all 
figured... so he can't do a damn thing about it!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Their thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone in the annex 
next door. Sharon stared at the wall... I wonder why John doesn't answer it! 
Even after their conversation, the group had lain there for some time... 
just too exhausted to move. Then, slowly, one by one, they began to stir 
from the bed. Sharon, thoughts of guilt and growing disbelief at what she 
had done coming back to her, moved the slowest. By the time, she was finally 
pulling her dress over her head, the two boys were already dressed. 

"I - I can't think of an excuse!" Sharon complained. 

"Jesus, we were gone right through dinner!" Mark realized, then wondered 
ridiculously, I wonder what they had! 

"Jesus Christ!" Robbie knocked the butt of his hand against his head in 
disgust with the other two. "Let's try to get ourselves together!" 

Clearly, he decided, he was the only brains in the operation. "Now, we'll 
just sit down and discuss this... and get together on what we're going to 
say," he announced. He looked at the other two confused looking figures and 
directed them physically to sit on the edge of Mark's bed. He sat directly 
across from them on his own, facing them. 

Sharon sat rocking on the edge of the bed, her face ashen and scared. 
"Somebody's coming!" she started. 

"Probably someone that lives on the hall," Robbie said smoothly, but he 
nonetheless, walked to the door and made sure it was still locked. 

"You stupid bastard!" Mark roared, coming up behind him. "Schroeder's going 
to have a master key!" 

Nervous now, Robbie looked at the small desk that was bolstered against the 
door and pressed it against the portal more securely. Then he stood back and 
said decisively, "I suggest we just leave... right now! Then we can meet in 
the kitchen in a few minutes and talk more safely." 

Mark snapped, "But we can't leave! Somebody's coming." 

There were voices, low and rushed, and footsteps, also hurried, moving 
further down the hall steadily past one room after the other as they neared 
the cubbyhole shared by the two boys on the end. One set of footsteps was 
massive, ponderous, as though weighted down by something heavier even than 
lead. 

Mark swallowed with difficulty and hissed: "It is Schroeder! Oh "Jesus! It's 
Schroeder!" 

Down the hall, David turned to the older man and said, "Schroeder, get 
behind me... and let me do the talking while we check out each door!" The 
man grunted in reluctant agreement, but David practically had to knock him 
aside to get around his huge shoulders and in front of him. 

Together, they walked down the hallway and cautiously checked out each door. 
David knocked, then he pounded and if there was no answer by that time, he 
tried making some comment that would bring out any possible inhabitants. 
That failing, Schroeder brought out the master keys, and they flung the door 
open. 

Nothing! One, two... on and on... six doors, and still they had found 
nothing! "Be quiet!" David whispered as they neared the attic cubbyhole. He 
glanced at Schroeder nervously, and with good reason! The man, certain now 
that they were finally at the right room, was turning a vivid purple, and 
his muscles were tensing like an animal about to pounce for the kill. David 
worried that on the one hand he might have a heart attack... or, on the 
other, actually kill someone! 

He pushed Schroeder back and they went through the same routine... the 
knocking... the pounding... David's friendly voice... then the master key. 
The door opened an inch and suddenly stopped. 

"They've blocked up the door," David said out loud. 

Inside, all pretense to calmness and control had been rapidly dropped by the 
three inhabitants, even Robbie who was holding the desk against the door 
with every ounce of strength he possessed while Mark pushed and dragged at a 
bureau, the only other really large item of furniture in the room. Sharon 
watched feebly from a far corner of the bed, tears pouring from her eyes. 
She had never been so confused and frightened in her life... to the point 
where she couldn't physically move. She didn't know what to do! She couldn't 
assist her abductors... but she was so, so afraid of her husband! 

"Open it up!" David shouted. "Or we're going to break through." 

On the other side, Robbie broke out in a sweat. It was a matter of time. The 
only chance was to keep the door closed long enough to present some kind of 
defense before Schroeder actually broke into the room and got his 
monster-sized hands on them. Maybe, he rationalized, they could soften his 
anger, cool him off... anyway you cut it, we're going to get the shit beat 
out of us... but it's a whole lot better than being... MURDERED. Funny, he 
thought now, how he had discounted Schroeder's uncontrollable brutishness 
when he had worked out so coolly the machinations of the abduction and rape. 
Sure, he could blackmail Schroeder... but only if there was something left 
of him! 

"We got something to tell you first," he blurted through the door. 
"Something you got to know!" 

"Sharon! What's happened to Sharon?" Schroeder roared and began throwing his 
body against the door. 

"No, no, wait!" Robbie yelled back. "Everything's all right with Sharon. You 
can talk with her!" 

Schroeder leaned against the door and said hoarsely. "Sharon?... WHAT HAVE 
THEY DONE WITH YOU?" 

"Th-they kidnapped m-me... and r-raped me!" Sharon's frightened voice sobbed 
back piteously in her own defense from the bed. 

"And she loved every minute of it!" Mark called out hastily. 

There was a silence and Schroeder seemed to groan into the door. If that 
were false, Sharon... instinctively honest... would have denied it 
immediately. That protest, rushing out of her before thought, would have 
been a victimized woman's unconscious response. Obviously, she hadn't been 
victimized, at least totally... and now the moment had passed. "But that's 
not what I got to tell you, Schroeder?" Robbie breathed a sigh of relief and 
shouted back, growing in assurance. "We saw every thing between you and Mrs. 
Jensen. Your wife knows about it and, I guess, Jensen does now, too. But, if 
you make trouble about this, we're going to tell EVERYBODY! And the thing 
is, Schroeder," he almost began gloating, as he gained confidence, "is that 
it doesn't matter if it's true or not, the mere suggestion of it, the 
scandal will... RUIN YOU!" 

Robbie sank back on his heels, gulping for breath. He had shot his wad. Now 
all there was to do was wait for Jensen's reaction. He hoped that Jensen 
might suddenly turn on Schroeder or, that failing, that Schroeder would fall 
for the blackmail. 

"Okay," Schroeder said calmly. "You can open the door. Jensen isn't married 
to Teri, so he doesn't care. And I'll be leaving this job, so I don't care 
about that either. And I'm not going to... kill... you." 

He had said that... like a concession!... and Robbie and Mark wore 
uncomfortable expressions. Mark couldn't help asking, though trying to sound 
calm, "What are you going to do... to us?" 

"Beat the shit out of you," Schroeder said evenly. There was no threat in 
his voice, because it wasn't necessary. It was just a simple fact, obvious 
to anyone with eyes to see, that the huge man could and would handle the two 
young boys easily. 

"We don't exactly go for that," Robbie said weakly. 

"I want my wife out of there, and each second that passes... STARTING NOW... 
is going to make it just that much more fun for me. 

Abruptly, there was the sound of furniture being pulled aside. Then, the 
door opened! The first thing that Jensen saw was Sharon, fully dressed and 
hovering back against the wall in the corner of a bed. She sauntered to her 
feet and stumbled across the room with shamed, downcast eyes. 

David blinked in surprise as she passed through the door and Schroeder laid 
his big hand on her shoulder saying softly, "Honey, you go back to the house 
and take a bath. Crawl into bed and try to get some rest. I'll be coming 
back soon." 

Jesus! What a change! David thought as he witnessed this sudden remarkable 
tenderness on Schroeder's part to his beaten, humiliated wife. Sharon looked 
up at Schroeder, her eyes widening as though she were about to cry, then 
moved rapidly down the hall. God, maybe he's not such a bad guy after all! 

David peered in the room. When the door had first opened, the two boys had 
not been in evidence, as though they had been hiding behind the door. But 
now they moved out, slowly and gradually, to stand in the middle of the room 
and face Schroeder, obviously trying to get themselves ready for what was 
coming. They were sweating profusely and obviously tensed. 

"Well, Jensen, "you'd better go," Schroeder turned to him hurriedly and 
shook his hand in a perfunctory fashion. "Thanks for all the help." 

"Yeah," David said and swept his glance, one last time, over the two boys. 
They'd be all right, but they were in for something he was sure they would 
never forget. He didn't feel a bit sorry for them. He turned away and began 
walking down the hall. 

"And don't forget what you said about that car!" Schroeder called after him. 
"I'm holding you to it, of course." 

"Oh... yeah," David said lamely, though inwardly he was stunned. But he 
walked on down the hall, without saying anything, and turned down the 
stairs. 

By the time, he had reached the first floor, Sharon Schroeder had 
disappeared... forever... at least to him. He threw his clothes hurriedly in 
his bag and walked out the front door, crossing the front lawn, and heading 
rapidly as he could travel the several blocks of stately residences before 
he hit the highway. It was dark now, and the highway was flashing with the 
bright lights of heavy commuter traffic. 

He stopped at a corner of a likely looking junction. On foot now! he 
thought. The goddammed prick, Schroeder! But he'll be nicer to his wife 
now... so that's something! But still he's a partial prick! 

Then, slowly, the thoughts of Schroeder and Sharon... and Teri, and the past 
several days, dissolved and slipped completely from his mind. Now, after ten 
minutes waiting, his thoughts centered on the question: where to now? East? 
West? His heart seemed to be lifting and he was filled with a feeling of 
escape. East! he decided suddenly. It was funny, he thought... he had had a 
girl, he had had a car. And now, he had neither the girl nor the car! He had 
just himself and twenty-five dollars. He smiled down the highway... then why 
am I so goddamned happy? 

An expensive, low slung red Jaguar XKE slid up to the curb and pulled to a 
stop. David bent his head to see a long-legged, big-breasted brunette 
reaching across the seat and rolling down the window... 


The End
