Newlywed Swappers
by Nancy Grayson


CHAPTER ONE 

"I just can't make myself do it, Liza. Every time I get to that part ... of 
... of his body I stop. Just the thought of ... of touching it with my mouth 
makes me gag. I mean it's not just in my mind, I get physically sick." The 
blonde haired woman paused, drew in a deep breath, and picked up the paper 
cup sitting on the end table. She threw back her head in a jerk and drained 
the glass, then held the cup lovingly in her hands and molded the pliable 
paper into a perfect square. "I know other women do it to their husbands," 
she said without raising her head, her voice muffled and monotone. "But I 
can't! I just can't!" 

The matronly looking woman on the other side of the room pushed up her 
plastic-rimmed glasses to sit on the bridge of her nose and in a calm voice 
said, "How does your husband feel about this, Jackie?" She crossed her legs, 
her nylons making a soft, sleek swishing sound. 

"Well, if it pleased him, I wouldn't be coming to a sex therapist, now would 
I?" blurted Jackie Carmichael with a sarcastic snicker. Staring straight 
ahead at the wall, trying to make sense of a senseless abstract painting 
that looked more like a housepainter's drip cloth than a work of art, she 
slumped down in the deep plush of the black leather sofa and traced 
arabesques on the puckered leather of the arm. 

For a separate moment silence fell on the doctor's office. With a barely 
visible turn of the head, Liza Tyrell, M.D., Phd.D., S.T., took a fugitive 
glance at the digital clock that sat on the book shelf well concealed from 
her patients, and smiled. Jackie Carmichael was her last patient of the day, 
and today, she mused confidently, Jackie just might make her break through. 
Soundlessly, she took off her glasses and set them on the book shelf and 
studied appreciatively the slightly spread knees of her reticent patient. 

But Jackie didn't notice. She was depressed and angry with herself for 
failing once again with the thing she had promised she would do this time. 
It was a promise that she had made to herself over two months earlier, on 
her first wedding anniversary-that she would suck her husband's 
magnificently formed cock, engulf it with her mouth, fill her throat with 
it, tease at it with her swirling tongue and draw every drop of his hot, 
spurting semen from him and hold it in her mouth, savoring the beautiful 
male elixir until it cooled, and then she would swallow it deep into her 
belly and take wild delight in doing this. She wanted to do it, for him and 
for herself, and bitterly cursed the thing inside her which had held her 
back from doing something to him she knew he wanted so much. And she would 
let him burrow his seeking mouth between her thighs as he had tried so many 
times to do, open the passion-swollen lips of her eager young pussy to his 
tongue and feel her clitoris rise voluntarily to the butter-fly wing attack 
of that tongue, rise with him as he sucked it between his lips and gently 
rake it with his teeth while he jammed his face and mouth hard down against 
the heavings of her pubic mound. But she couldn't.... 

At the suggestion of a close friend, she searched for help, and found it in 
Liza Tyrell, a tall, full-busted woman with a comforting manner and 
mellifluous voice. Jackie had vowed to work with the doctor, no matter how 
painful or agonizing it might be to search into her subconscious to find out 
what had caused this distinct revulsion in her for oral sex. For six weeks, 
every Tuesday from four o'clock until four forty-five she suffered herself 
to divulge her secret fears to the taciturn woman seated next to her. 

Liza broke the silence: "Have you ever seen oral sex take place between a 
man and woman? It can be a most beautiful experience, For some reason 
Americans seem to think oral lovemaking is dirty, second to vaginal sex, but 
this is not true. Women, as opposed to men, are capable of two kinds of 
orgasm, thank God. We can climax through clitoral stimulation as well as 
vaginal ... and it maybe the...." 

"But I've seen it and it's disgusting!" interrupted Jackie, sitting up 
straight and pounding her clenched soundlessly into the soft leather. "It's 
sickening!" 

"Where have you seen it, Jackie?" asked the therapist, watching the blonde 
patient's full breasts heave with pent-up emotion, her nipples spiking out 
from the thin voil of her blouse. She noticed Jackie wore no bra. 

The patient relaxed her posture and slumped back down in the sofa, her skirt 
riding up to mid-thigh. Jackie bit her lower pouty lip and curved in her 
right ankle, her knees now widely spread to reveal the soft inner flesh of 
her upper thighs. "I ... I can't tell you," she half whispered, blinking her 
eyes against welling tears and fighting the lump in her throat. 

"Come now, my dear," urged Liza kindly. "We've been together every Tuesday 
for six weeks now. You know by now that you can trust me...." She reached 
over and rested her warm palm on Jackie's naked knee. 

Jackie sighed, nodding her head, and started to speak. At first she groped 
clumsily for words, but as she progressed, the words came more easily to the 
blonde beauty, and she was able to draw an accurate picture from the past of 
what had formed her thinking. 

"... When I was a child my father was killed in the war," she began. "It was 
very hard on Mom since she had three kids to support, and that wasn't easy 
when you don't have a pay check coming in every month." Jackie sucked in her 
breath and continued. "It got to the point sometimes where there was nothing 
to eat but dry bread and so ... so she went out to get a job." 

Liza nodded approvingly with each struggled word. Her patient might be able 
to face it this time Time, patience, that's all it took ... along with 
loving care. Very loving. It had worked in the past with other patients, why 
not this one! 

"... But the kind of job she got wasn't the kind you brag to your friends 
about," sniffed Jackie with a half-snicker, before staring down at her well 
trimmed nails again. "That's when she brought home her first man." 

"Go on...." 

"My brother and I had to sleep in the same room with Mom ... my sister was a 
baby at the time. When ... when she brought home her men we had to stay in 
the kitchen and she wouldn't let us in the bedroom." Silence fell, broken 
only by the slow sobbing of the distraught blonde. Liza tactfully reached 
behind her and picked up the kleenex box to set it beside Jackie. 

"That's okay, honey. I'm here, I won't hurt you...." she whispered, handing 
the girl a kleenex to establish a positive physical response from the 
terrified girl. 

"... She was fixing her mouth when I first looked into the bedroom," Jackie 
said," inspecting it very carefully, and running the tip of her tongue over 
her lips. The man sitting on the bed ... our bed...." she gasped, sobbing, 
"was opening his pants. She smiled and I guess she made some joke about how 
hard he was already, because they both laughed and she put her hand on his 
cock and started doing this." Jackie made a stroking gesture with her thumb 
and index finger forming a circle, stroking the middle finger of her other 
hand. "It looked so big she could barely get her fingers around it, and I 
couldn't understand how she could take it all inside her. Than she looked at 
it closely and squeezed the head, that huge, purple head that I knew was 
full of his blood. He nodded and gave her some money. Then he took all his 
clothes off and she took a basin of water and washed him all over and he lay 
down on our bed with his hands behind his head and she knelt beside him. 

"I watched her begin to lick his hairy body. She kissed his eyes and ears 
and over his face, but not his mouth, and then his chest and down his belly. 
All the time she had his penis in her hand, pumping it slowly and playing 
with it. Then she licked his ... his testicles and started to run her lips 
along the length of it, and I could see it getting shiny and wet. She kept 
kissing it as if she liked it ... I mean she really looked as if she liked 
it! ... and then her tongue was running in circles around the tip of it. She 
was doing it like it was an ice cream cone. Then he reached for her hair and 
pulled her head down and she opened her mouth wide and sucked his huge thing 
into it. She must have been sucking very hard, because I could see the 
outline of it bulging through her cheeks. She got it all in her mouth and 
then began working her head up and down and twisting it around, and at the 
same time he had his hands between her legs and was running his fingers 
around it, in and out. Her head kept going up and down and her hair fell 
across his belly. Every time her head came up his penis, her lips pulled 
out, and then with just the head in her mouth, she'd suck down on it again, 
all the way, until her face was buried in the hair. He was jerking up at her 
with every stroke, and I could see what he must be feeling from the 
expression on his face. Then he put both hands on her head and thrust his 
thing in and out of her lips as fast as he could, and could see her throat 
muscles moving and I knew he was cumming in her mouth and she was trying not 
to have to swallow it. Her cheeks puffed way out and then he let go of her 
head, and she rose up slowly, her lips tight together as they came away from 
his thing, but there was string of whitish stuff that she picked off with 
her finger and wiped on her mouth. Then she leaned over and let it all run 
from her mouth into the wash basin. I thought she'd never stop spitting it 
out, and I wondered if it was going to make her sick, but it didn't seem to 
bother her, and she was smiling at him." 

"My!" exclaimed the sex therapist sitting up straight in her chair. "You 
certainly have retained it all. You're progressing wonderfully, Jackie. I 
have a feeling it won't be long now." She paused long enough to cast a 
reassuring smile at her patient, then said. "And then what happened?" 

"I ... I ran for the toilet and threw up." 

"Oh...." 

Jackie continued on her own. "She washed off his penis and dried it and 
helped him get dressed and then he was gone and she was washing her mouth 
out and combing her hair again. I don't think they'd been together longer 
than ten minutes." 

Liza leaned forward in her chair. "Is that the only man your mother was 
with? Is that the only time you saw your mother do these things?" 

"Oh, no! As soon as he left another man came. But that man kissed her and 
licked her all over. He even put a finger up ... up her ... rectum, and 
shoved it around. I could see red spots where he'd been sucking her skin, 
but she seemed to like it because she was squealing and twisting around. 
Then he pulled her legs apart and knelt down between them and licked her 
there like ... like a dog!" Jackie wrinkled up her nose in disgust. "He 
pulled it wide open with his fingers and ran his tongue around it and up 
inside her and licked her ... her clitoris and sucked on it, and she was 
pushing herself up to him and running her fingers through his hair and 
squeezing his face between his legs. Finally she put her head back and I 
could hear her scream and I guess she may have cum becasue of the way she 
was pushing his tongue up into her vagina. 

"And then he'd had enough of that. He got off the bed and stood up and she 
knelt in front of him and pulled on his cock a couple of times with her hand 
and then took it in her mouth. She Worked on him so hard that her hair was 
flying wildly around her head, and she was squeezing his testicles every 
time she drew back and sometimes his cock would come all the way out of her 
lips and the tip of her tongue would slither around it like a snake before 
she got it inside again. Then he was holding her head and just fucking her 
mouth like it was down between her legs, that's all I can call it. And her 
cheeks were all puffed out again. He was really full of it, because it ran 
in trickles from her lips when she opened her mouth over the basin and just 
gobs of it came out. I think he was mad that she didn't swallow it, but she 
kept shaking her head, and he left after she had washed off his penis." 

"You certainly have a graphic memory, Jackie. It's good that you can talk 
about it now without getting so upset. Do you remember when you first came 
in to see me, how shy and diffident you were?" The therapist smiled 
reassuringly. "You've made great progress." Liza sat up straight, crossed 
her legs and asked, "How long did you watch this happening?" 

"I watched for hours," Jackie admitted, blushing deeply again. "I couldn't 
help but be fascinated, partly because it was my mother with a strange man 
and partly because it was the first time I'd ever seen a man's thing. 
Besides, I just wanted to see how many different things they would do with 
her." 

"And how many things did they do to her?" asked Liza, her interest piqued. 

"Oh, one man had her squeeze her breasts together and he did it to her up 
there until they were ready to cum, and then they put his penis in her mouth 
and came there. All except one, and he just had her kneel in front of him 
while he pumped his prick until he was ready to cum, and then she opened her 
mouth and held it waiting by the head of his thing until he started cumming 
in big, steaming spurts and I could see it squirting between her parted lips 
and all the way down her throat. I stayed there as long as I could." 

"What drew you away?" Liza studied the woman's generous mouth, her sensuous 
full lips. "One of the men saw me and hit me." 

"Then what did you do?" 

"I went to the bathroom and sat there for awhile and thought about how it 
must feel for mother to make a living that way, having those men put their 
penises in her mouth and squirt there, and not caring about doing it to her 
between her legs like normal men do. Whatever she cared, she didn't show at 
all. She pretended to like it, but I guess she had to in order to support 
us. I sat there on top of the toilet seat and tried to imagine what it was 
like, but I couldn't." 

"Did you go to sleep right after the men left or did you do something with 
yourself?" Liza asked with a knowing smile. 

"I ... I had had my first period by then ... I was early ... ten years old. 
So ... so I used my fingers on myself pretending it was that man's big 
thing," she admitted shyly. 

"And when you were cumming I bet you tried to think of a man's cock deep in 
your mouth, filling it with hot love juice, and the man holding your head 
tight while he fucked in and out of your lips, and that you thought you 
could taste it, even though you didn't know what it tasted like." 

"Yes-I did, but I couldn't help it." Jackie murmured with a childish pout. 

"And you wondered what it would feel like to have a man's tongue licking 
around up inside your cunt, too." 

"Yes-that." She had shut her eyes at the turbulent memory. "But I knew from 
then on that using a mouth is only for whores." 

"Oh, but you're wrong, darling, so wrong." Liza protested. "It can be one of 
the most beautiful experiences a woman can have. Unfortunately, many women 
think the way you do and as a result they have an unhappy marriage but they 
don't understand why. They don't know who to blame. The worst part is women 
with your fear keep trying with the same man and each time it doesn't work, 
it causes just that much greater of a chasm between them...." 

Jackie wasn't certain she understood, but she nodded comprehendingly anyway, 
admiring the beautiful woman's insight. Obviously this woman had been around 
in her time, thought Jackie. Seeing this admiration, Liza leaned forward and 
rested her warm hand on Jackie's naked thigh. 

"You see, each time you try and fail with your husband it's going to imprint 
that failure in his mind so that soon he won't even think you capable of it. 
What you need, my sweet, is practice, pure and simple. Practice maked 
perfect, after all...." 

Jackie's eyes saucered as she watched the auburn haired woman rise up from 
her chair and sit down beside her patient, then she reached up behind her 
head and unclasped the barrett holding her thick red hair back, letting it 
fall luxuriously over her shoulders. 

"If ... if I didn't have any hope, I would have given up long ago...." 
stammered Jackie, feeling the woman's hot breath bathing her neck. "I ... I 
do ... want to please ... my husband." She swallowed hard and turned to 
stare in to her therapists's lust dimmed eyes. "I don't want him to have an 
affair ... with a whore because I can't ... please him...." She stopped 
abruptly, feeling Liza's warm palm stroking her thigh, running her milky 
hands over the trembling flesh near her patient's pulsating flesh. No other 
woman had been that close to her physically, except her mother. 

"You must learn, and I will help you," Liza smiled and wet her full, 
sensuous mouth. "That is the purpose of therapy, my sweet. To learn to give 
and accept, giving all and accepting all." 

"But ... but this isn't what I thought...." Jackie stopped, feeling the 
therapist insinuate a worming finger into the elastic leg of her panties. 
She stiffened and jerked away, cowering in the corner of the couch. 

"Let me help...." 

In a galvanic response, Liza sat up straight, her eyes darting towards the 
doorway where a white capped nurse stood with a knowing grin on her face. 
"I'm sorry to intrude, Miss Tyrell, but I just got a phone call from Susan 
Ashely ... says she's going to have a nervous break down if she doesn't see 
you soon. Something about her husband raping her last night ... she asked 
that she be able to see you immediately. She'll be taking a taxi." The nurse 
checked her watch. "She should be here any second." Then she shot a 
mischievious smile at Jackie and closed the door. 

Liza stood up, straightening her dress. "I'm sorry about the intrusion, 
Jackie. Just when we were about to make a breakthrough," she panted in a 
shakey voice. "I think you should come back on Thursday instead of waiting 
till next Tuesday. We don't want time to compromise the progress we've made, 
now do we?" She offered a hand to Jackie who sat muzzed on the couch, a 
puzzled look crossing her perfect features. 

"Yes, Liza. You ... you have made me feel much better about myself. I don't 
even feel like having a cigarette. In fact," she grinned confidently, "I 
feel like going home and making love to Mike." 

"Good ... I'll see you on Thursday, then." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Mike Carmichael sat nursing a gin and tonic, his eyes riveted to the six 
o'clock evening news. He threw down the newspaper and pushed back on the 
fake leather recliner and, resting his feet on the attached ottoman, reached 
up to untie his bartender's ascot and loosened the first three buttons of 
his white pleat-fronted shirt. God, it felt good to get off his feet and 
relax after ten hours of running around the Countryman's Club trying to 
sweet talk the horny rich bastards into pulling out the bucks instead of 
pawing all over the pussy cat costumed cocktail waitresses. 

It would make everybody's job easier if the girls weren't running around in 
those skin tight-black merry widows that pushed up their breasts to make 
their cleavage look like the east rim of the Grand Canyon. And those black 
mesh stockings and spike heels! Oh, my Lord what had happened to morality? 
Sex for sale; look but don't touch-that was the motto of the Countryman's 
Club. House rules and all that crap. But if the big boss knew half of what 
was going on in his west coast club, he wouldn't be holed up in his Chicago 
penthouse taking count of his harem; he'd be out here kicking ass and 
cleaning house, if he were anything of a business man. 

But this was no time to think about work, reflected Mike, flicking the 
station on the automatic control dangling from a cord next to his chair. The 
FBI's theme song ground out over the static. Mike winced and flicked the 
station again; if he wanted to see cops and robbers he'd still be down at 
the club. 

Things were getting hot down there, and as manager it was his responsibility 
to keep the lid on the bubbling pot long enough to keep the cops out and the 
money coming in. The club, having a country-wide reputation to uphold, 
couldn't slip up and let the media get wind of the pandering and dope 
dealing going on behind the staged scenes of the Countryman's Club. God 
forbid! He'd lose his job and probably get black-balled from the business to 
boot. No, he'd have to find some tactful way of handling the white-hot 
scandal without getting directly involved. As it was, he sat right in the 
middle of it all, watching the whoring and the rolling, never making a dime 
off any of it. Maybe he ought to loosen up, make a few extra bucks and 
retire at forty. But then, that wasn't the answer either. No, he'd rather 
ride out the bad times and slide into the good ones. That's the way it was 
with work, and that's the way it was with marriage.... 

Jackie ... a hell of a woman. She was no whore, no wanton bitch. She was a 
magnificent, if petite, female, and she was also his wife. Jackie.... 

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of a key turning in the latch of 
the front door. It was Jackie. 

"Hi, darling," she said cheerily, throwing her shoulder bag down on the 
carpeted living room floor and slumping into her husband's lap. 

"Hmmm, must have been a good afternoon, huh?" He kissed her on the cheek 
with a teasing smack. 

"As a matter-of-fact, my love," she crooned, throwing her arms around his 
neck and kissing him smotheringly on the neck, "it was a great afternoon." 

"Must have gone shopping," he said with a groan. "Seems as if you go 
shopping every Tuesday. What happened did one of your rich relatives die and 
leave you a bundle? Christ, with the paltry allowance I give you, you'd be 
damned lucky to buy groceries." 

"Now darling, you take good care of me and I'm not complaining about 
anything." Jackie tactfully skirted the subject. She reached for the 
unbuttoned gap of his shirt and slid her hand along the warm, hairiness of 
his chest and wriggled on his lap. "What do you say we skip dinner and head 
straight for bed," she whispered throatily into his ear before bathing it 
with her warm tongue. 

"My God! What's gotten into you, baby? You haven't been that hot since I 
popped your cherry two years ago!" 

"Just try me and see," she whispered back, wetting her lips, then mashing 
hers against his gin-flavored ones. Her right hand sought and found the 
growing bulge in his suit pants, stroking it into life until it throbbed and 
jerked in anticipation.... 

Mike Carmichael lay back on the snow-white sheet and luxuriated in the 
pleasure that the soft, sensuously searing lips were giving him as they 
traversed his deep, almost hairless chest, licking, pressing hotly into his 
flesh, as the tongue that flicked out from between them searched the hard 
muscle ridges and the deliciously naked young woman made soft ummm-m-m-ming 
sounds and her yellow blonde hair swept his body and the tips of her 
fingernails raked him with increasing abandon and the fine, full cones of 
her breasts, nipples already out-thrust just from the touching of their 
bodies, pressed against him. 

Damn, maybe this time she'll go all the way, he thought. All the way down. 
Close those wetly glistening lips around the blood engorged head of his 
impatiently waiting cock, let her tongue play the way he knew it could, let 
the perfect white teeth rake the length of his heavily throbbing hardness, 
tease him beyond human endurance, make him blow his goddamn mind and body at 
once, and suck it all out of him. 

It was about time, he thought. He'd waited for this a year and three months, 
which for a man of his nature was an eternity. He had forced himself to hold 
back, not treat her like a whore from the club, hold her slender, patrician 
nose in his strong fingers and pinch until he had to open her beautiful lips 
for a life-giving gasp of air and then fuck his prick deep as it could go, 
so far up into her slender throat that she choked on the length and bulk of 
it and was forced to suck and gulp it deeper up inside even to breathe. 

The waiting for the right time and mood was hell, but he told himself that 
it was worth it, or would be, when it happened. Mike Carmichael loved his 
wife as much as it had ever been possible for him to love anyone, and he 
planned to stay married to her. So, while it would have been easy for a man 
of his physical strength to overcome her, force her to accept his cock in 
her mouth or up into her virginal young anus, he had chosen to gentle her 
and make her voluntarily seek every delight that could be had with a man, 
rather than reduce her to a reluctant, resentful, slave to his flesh. He 
wanted to help her overcome her fear of it, make her search for his cock 
with her mouth, and back up to him, pressing her smoothly curving young 
buttocks against her belly, inviting him to take any pleasure from her he 
might want. 

And this, he thought, might be the night, if only he didn't press her. This 
night, she might suck him. Or at least go as far as letting that sensuous 
mouth touch the throbbing hardness she was now holding lightly, stroking, as 
her tongue lashed the rock-hard nipples of his chest and her mouth flattened 
against it with a hungry little sucking motion every few minutes. 

She lay across him, long, tapering legs spread open to his probing fingers, 
allowing them the freedom of her most secret inner vaginal flesh, and the 
way she manipulated his cock told him she was doing it from desire rather 
than a sense that this was something she owed to her husband. 

For Mike was an expert in bed, with tongue and fingers and cock, and when he 
had married Jackie, it had not been merely for her beauty, and certainly not 
for money, but she had challenged him with her eyes and her entire body, 
while speaking in whispers. 

It was as if she had said audibly, I am a volcano-can you make me erupt deep 
inside my smoldering bowels? 

He had accepted the challenge, and had soon come to wonder if the blonde 
hair and the green eyes that almost made him blow his was really concealed 
an iceburg. 

Not that his bride wasn't eager and capable in bed, and a virgin in the 
bargain. 

After the initial soft scream of pain when his thick, long trembling rod had 
fucked past the hymen and to the depths of her welcoming cunt, she had drawn 
one deep breath and showed him what a girl from the East could do. She had 
clutched and writhed and moaned in ecstasy and thrust her eager young cunt 
up to meet each flesh-ripping stroke and her legs had clamped tight around 
his humping body and her teeth had left their mark every place they could. 
And when he had almost driven her through the mattress with the violence of 
his cumming up inside her, she had not released him. She had held him 
captive between the soft, sweat-drenched vise of her tightly clenched 
thighs, her cuntal muscles still milking him greedily, refusing to let him 
go, until in a few minutes he was hard again and able to give her more of 
what she wanted and cried for. 

No, Jackie had no reservations about fucking. 

She would find ways to get his prick buried in her as many times a day as 
possible, and just having it fuck deep into her one time was enough to start 
her cumming out of her mind. 

Mike Carmichael knew he did not have a frigid wife. Far from it. As long as 
he was content with straight fucking. 

But she was damned strange when it came to putting her mouth around him down 
there. 

He'd known a lot of girls who weren't over anxious to go down on him, until 
he had a chance to show them how good it could be. But never had he met one 
who didn't even want to get her cunt licked. 

Jackie proved to be an exception. Oral lovemaking repelled her. 

Months passed after their marriage before she would freely let him lick and 
suck her breasts, although she never tried to stop his hands from moving 
over every inch of her hot, trembling flesh. And when she did allow him to 
mouth and suck at the fine, peaked, trembling mountains of her bosom, she 
showed little response. There was no hardening of nipples, no quickening of 
breath as he worked expertly with his tongue and nibbled gently on the 
protruding hot, quivering mounds. 

And she would never let him lick her below the navel, no matter what pleas 
he whispered, or how deftly his tongue tried to insinuate itself. And she 
would go just as far, and no farther, with him. 

Everything seemed to be limited to above-the-belt action. She would kiss his 
mouth avidly, drawing his tongue between her lips and sucking and nibbling 
voraciously, moaning and clutching when she finally rolled him on his back 
and straddled him with her open thighs, finding the wet, heavily swollen 
head of his cock and guiding it to the pulsing lips of her cunt and 
swallowing it deep up into the eager depths of her belly and just about 
fucking him to death. 

Saying nothing, just rocking and plungeing on him, her full lips drawn tight 
over the whitely glistening teeth and making strange, ecstatic grunting 
sounds deep in her throat every time his prick fucked to its full depth and 
his semen-swollen balls slapped hard up against her perfectly rounded young 
buttocks. 

God, he often thought, how this girl can fuck! 

But how the hell do I get her to kneel down and suck me? Suck, hell-just 
kiss it and lick it a little ... that's enough for now.... 

He lay back now, lightly stroking her legs, as the sharp even teeth bit a 
nipple and suddenly her mouth descended to his navel and her tongue swirled 
in it and then the passion-swollen-lips made a tight little oval around it 
and she began to suck him there, while her hand caressed his cock and her 
fingertips trailed over his heavily filled testicles. He was afraid to 
speak, afraid to break the spell he had taken pains to prolong. 

They had shared two glasses of wine at the bedside, drinking until Jackie 
became giddy. Now his wife's wetly glistening lips had moved away from his 
navel, downward across the muscle-ridges of his belly until they were 
brushing the very edge of the triangle of pubic hair. Not only that, but her 
fingers were still closed tenderly, possessively around the thickening, 
throbbing mast of penile flesh that rose strongly from the juncture of his 
legs, and she was rubbing its length across the softness of her cheek while 
her lips and tongue nuzzled the hotly burning flesh around it. 

She was panting, panting like a bitch in heat, moving her sparsely covered 
pubic mound in tiny, erotically driven little spasms as his fingers slipped 
wetly up between the lips of her passion-damp cunt, his thumb finding and 
twirling her rising clitoris as the middle finger sank to its full depths 
into the hot, slickly welcoming cavern of her pussy. Suddenly, she held his 
trembling cock straight up, drew the foreskin all the way down with a 
determined movement of her hand. 

"Mmm-m-m-m-m...." she murmured. 

Her head came up. Her eyes were closed tight. Her lips trembled and opened 
wide and her tongue snaked out towards the blood-engorged tip. Jackie was 
determined to make it work this time. Her tongue barely flicked across the 
thinly slitted little eye that was oozing clear lubricating moisture when 
the clamor of the phone broke like thunder in the room. 

"Ooooooh God...." she gasped and jumped away from him. 

"Goddamn it!" burst Mike as he grabbed for the phone with one hand and his 
wife with the other. It was a doubly-wasted effort. The phone tumbled off 
the nightstand as Jackie, cupping her hand over her still-virgin mouth, 
rolled from the bed and ran toward the bathroom. Mike cursed, gathered up 
the various parts of the phone and managed to gasp out, "What the hell do 
you want?" 

"Mike, sorry I have to bother you, but we're having a problem down here at 
the club," an apologetic voice said. 

"That goddamned club," Mike said, when he could speak. He knew the voice. It 
was George, the assistant manager at the Countryman's Club. 

"It's really important, Mike. It's one of the girls ... found her all beat 
up lying on the dressing room floor. Nobody's saying anything about it. 
Either a pimp worked her over or one of her customers. Better get down here, 
Mike, before the cops hear about this. You'll come....?" 

"Fuck ya, I'll come. What the hell else can I do?" Mike growled, looking at 
the still, everlasting, pinnacle of his cock. "Just because we all lose if I 
don't." 

Mike hung up and strode down the hall to the bathroom, grimacing at the 
naked sight of himself, still wet from her mouth, still big and hard as a 
rutting bull-blooded bull. He was mad enough to kill, and he knew it showed 
in his face, because Jackie cowered as she met him in the doorway. And she 
seldom cringed. 

"Mike...." she blurted. "What's wrong? Who was that on the phone?" 

"George down at the club. One of the girls got worked over. Don't know who 
did it, Goddamned, now I have to play policeman on top of everything else. 
Boy, I tell you, Jackie, if it wasn't that I was so damned hard up for 
money, I'd quit that job in a second." 

He jumped in the shower, flicked the faucets on, stood under the spray for a 
few seconds, bounded out and was rubbing himself dry with a towel and 
striding into the bedroom within half a minute. He dressed and was searching 
for his keys when Jackie said "Mike...." Her green eyes dropping to the 
prominent bulge in his pants. "I ... I'm sorry, I promise...." 

"Not your fault, sweetheart. You probably would have hated yourself in the 
morning." 

The door slammed and he ran to the '72 Pontiac GTO, started it, and roared 
away. 

Mike arrived just in time to see the ambulance turn on its siren and rev 
away. It all seemed so ridiculous: some cheap waitress had probably been 
caught ripping off the rich bastard's wrist watch and he got hot. And 
because of this, he, Mike, was walking around with a half-hard cock and 
wondering how long it would be before he again got a chance to slip it into 
the hot sensuous mouth of his wife. Just the thought of her lips locked 
warmly around him brought him to full erection again, and to divert his 
mind, he began looking for George in the thinning crowd of bartenders and 
cocktail waitresses, all tutting and shaking their heads. 

"George!" he called out, motioning with a waving hand toward the young 
assistant manager the boss had sent out from Chicago for training. George 
ambled across the hall, scathing the wall to brush past the onlookers. 

George took one look at his boss and shuddered. Mike was hot and he had good 
reason to be. If any of the news media caught onto the fact that the 
waitresses at Countryman's were turning tricks on the side, it would be 
goodbye club for all of them, and there were few places that paid as well as 
Countryman's. They'd have to cover up the fact that one of their waitresses 
had been beaten for rolling a customer. The victim's name was Janet, and 
she'd been known for ripping off the customer's wrist watches and jewelry, 
not to mention the bar's scotch. She was a natural kleptomaniac. In karmic 
terms, she may have had this beating coming, but Christ! ... did the goddamn 
brute have to almost kill her? 

"Bad, huh?" asked Mike, leaning his strong hand against the hallway wall and 
shaking his head, staring at the persian carpet splattered with blood. 

George sighed, thrust his hands in his pockets andnodded. "Messed her up 
good. She had a shiner that damned near covered her whole face, poor girl. 
She didn't deserve that, you know." 

Mike's eyes narrowed and he stared into space. "That's what you get for 
turning tricks, I guess," he said philosophically, through gritted teeth. 

"Problem is, what do we do? How the hell are we going to cover it up?" He 
scratched his head, talking in a half whisper. 

"We tell 'em it was an isolated incident, that's all. Tell 'em the beating 
happened out in the parking lot and somebody dumped her inside just to give 
the club a black name. That should keep the media shut up for a while. By 
that time maybe we'll have found out who the hell did it." He snapped his 
fingers and put his index finger to his lip. "Christ, I just hope she pulls 
through. What did the doctor say?" 

"Oh, that's no worry. Said she'd pull through okay, though she might be off 
the floor for a while. In the meantime we'll have to find another dancer to 
take her place in the chorus line. Too bad, too, Janet had a fine pair of 
legs not to mention her tits," snickered George. 

Mike blew out a lungful of air and chewed on his lower lip. He scanned the 
crowd. "Where's Mona? I have a feeling she might know something about this, 
maybe give us some hints. Just our luck to have a Pussy mother who's in 
tight with the big boss." He shook his head wearily. "Shit, she's the one 
who pulls the punches around here, you know. There ain't a goddamned thing 
goes on that she don't tell the boss, except, of course, that she's making 
enough to retire at thirty-five by panderin' these waitresses." He tutted. 
"Damned thing is, you and I have to explain the whole bit to the boss and 
she makes all the bread. Don't seem fair somehow. I think fern lib's gone a 
bit too goddamned far." 

George drew out a cigarette from his silver-plated case and let it dangle 
from his lips while he fumbled in his pocket for a match; then he slipped 
the case back into the breast pocket of his black velvet vest. "You'd think 
they'd start giving it away." 

"Not Mona." His eyes scanned the hallway in time to see the girls' 'Mother' 
disappear through her dressing room door. "I'm gonna go catch her now. There 
are a few things I gotta get straight with that woman." And to himself: 
"There's a big thing I'd like to get hard with her." He patted George 
consolingly on the shoulder with the instructions to keep cool and carry on 
with business as usual, and for chrissakes not to let the customers find out 
about what had happened to the chorus girl with the long legs. 

He knocked on Mona's door. There was no doubt she would let him in. They 
were not strangers by any means, but Jackie didn't know about that. 

Mona had been married to the big boss in Chicago up until four years ago 
when she decided to reinvest her alimony money in the business with the 
option to withdraw whenever she chose. In the time being, she would whore 
out the girls, doubling her money. She had often said she would retire at 
thirty-five, and Mike had no reason to doubt her. She was conniving and 
slick, and a good business woman and a better fuck. Mike and Mona shared one 
thing in common: they both hated the boss, but loved the money he paid. 
Better still, her back door was always open to him as manager of the club. 
He was the one person who could cause her to lose her alimony and job and 
that would put her back at point zero, just where she was when she started 
turning tricks in Chicago eleven years ago. 

Above all, she was honest and brassy. But it was her tumultuous ass that he 
liked best. Mona had always made herself available to him because he was, as 
she often said, the only stud who would take care of her right and not ask 
for favors. 

Mike didn't wait long. In a second Mona opened the door, motioned him 
quickly inside and bolted the door again. She leaned back against it, 
voluptuous in a veil-thin full-length dress that showed every detail of her 
fine, uptilted breasts and even the triangular tuft of pubic hair at the 
juncture of her thighs. She might have been described as gamin-faced if it 
hadn't been for the fullness of her mouth, a mouth that was always partly 
open, glistening in invitation. Her legs were long, tapering, 
smooth-muscled. She had a magnificent body and unbelievable control over all 
parts of it, he knew. 

"I knew you'd come," she said, in her breathless way. "Mike, what the hell 
is going on here?" 

"A girl was beaten up inside our club, and you and I are responsible. You 
for keeping an eye on the girls, and me for keeping an eye on the customers. 
What do you know about it?" 

"Janet was clean. She wasn't turning any tricks this afternoon. I never let 
my girls turn tricks before a show, you know that, Mike. They look all used 
up, messy. I only work them after the show." She snubbed out the butt of her 
femininely slim brown cigarette. 

"You see anybody come in here?" he demanded. 

She shook her head. "No, there's never anybody back stage except for crew. 
It's a rule. Honest." He had to believe her. 

"So what do we tell the boss? Christ, he's due in town next week." 

Mike thought fast, then said: "We tell him the girl had been dating some guy 
who called her at work a lot-he beat her up in the parking lot and dumped 
her in here. She was found half an hour before dressing time, isn't that 
right? Christ...." he scratched his head. "There's janitors and chefs and 
god only knows who all around here that time of day. Could'a been any one of 
'em. We're clean, as far as I can see." 

"Only problem is, Janet had a reputation for having slick fingers. More than 
likely she was turnin' some tricks on her own and got caught with a cuff 
link between her teeth. The girl was in the wrong business ... should'a been 
crackin' safes instead of balls." 

"That's another thing. If the boss gets wind of your moonlighting we'll all 
be eatin' soup out of a pot and sleepin' in the same bed. Nobody'll have a 
job," rasped Mike. He watched her ass wiggle lewdly like two perfectly 
synchronized ball bearings as she slithered towards the small bar and poured 
them each a glass of scotch up neat. 

She sipped her, making a face. "You're in no trouble, I'm the one who's 
gonna get my ass in the wringer. What can I do to help?" 

Mike accepted the glass and said with narrowed eyes. "Hey, wait a minute. 
You think this could be an internal job?" 

"Naw. Who?" 

"Hmmm ... guess you're right." Mike took another deep sip off his drink. 
"It's late." He thought for a moment, then continued. 

"The world is full of people who'd love to fuck over the boss, but it does 
seem like a chicken shit way of going about it." 

Mona put down her glass and came to him, lifting his glass from his fingers. 
She pressed herself against him, "I'm up-tight, Mike." 

There was no denying the stirring this woman brought to his loins. Her 
breasts were pointed globes of fire against his thin shirt, and her knee 
insinuated itself deftly between his legs. She rubbed it against him as she 
drew his head down and melted her urgent mouth against his. She worked 
skilled fingers into the front of his pants and found his organ. 
Instinctively, his hands found the ripe roundness of her buttocks. She 
gasped and moaned at his touch. 

"Look, Mona, I can't...." he began. 

"Why? Both of us are tense. We need something to calm us down. When's the 
last time somebody gave you head?" 

"Jesus!" he spurt. 

She stepped back and peeled the thin dress over her head and stood, 
tantalizing him with her sleek body. The legs were even better than he 
remembered from the last time, with the lift of her high heels. Slowly he 
unbuttoned his shirt, then let his pants drop and stepped out of them. He 
followed her to the large backless sofa that doubled as a bed when one of 
the girls felt ill. She grasped his swelling organ and pumped it. Her 
fingers couldn't close around it. 

"Wow!!! ... beautiful," she whispered. She bent over him and kissed the tip, 
swirling her tongue over it, tasting. She lifted her head, tossing her mane 
of blonde hair back, studying him with laughing eyes. "You sure are ready. 
What's the matter, you get called out of bed?" 

Mike laughed, throwing back his head. 

"Well, I'll just give you something to perk you up, baby. Can't let this go 
to waste." Winking, she lowered her gaping mouth again and slowly drew the 
full length of his bulging cock into her mouth, and sent her tongue twisting 
around it and sucked steadily. After a minute she raised her head. "You 
manage to break Jackie into sucking you off yet?" 

"No. I was close tonight. Then the damn phone rang." 

The young woman knew of his problem. She had sensed it the first few times 
he'd come to see her. He had quickly taken her in the sixty-nine position, 
delving hungrily into her juicy cunt with his tongue and pistoning his 
throbbing cock into her willing lips. It had not taken her long to get a 
full confession of the situation from him, and she had later suggested 
various techniques through which he might lead his reluctant bride into the 
pleasures of oral lovemaking. Unfortunately, all had depended .on his being 
able to thoroughly use his mouth and tongue on her first, stirring a desire 
to reciprocate. But Jackie had unfailingly put him off, and home runs are 
not scored without first passing first base. 

"How 'bout it, friend. You in the mood for something-different tonight?" the 
beautiful girl said hopefully. She took his hands and guided them to the 
sleek crease of her buttocks. "Okay?" 

"If you want." 

"Ummmmm-m-m-m," she said, bending to suckle his erect prick again, wetting 
it thoroughly from tip to base. "You know ... " 

She maneuvered on the bed, placing a pillow under her pelvis as she lay 
belly-down, her trembling buttocks high. She spread her legs wide and rose 
to a half-kneeling position. 

"In a minute," Mike said. He rolled her over and knelt between her legs. His 
tongue flicked out and he began to lick the satin flesh of her thighs, 
swiveling his head from one to the other as he moved slowly toward the bush 
of pubic hair. The pink line of her slit showed through it, pulsing, 
beginning to swell and open and close as his tongue drew near. She squeezed 
her thighs together tight for a moment against his face, then slowly parted 
the coral portal. He could smell the hot, musky scent of her as she opened 
her legs wide in invitation. 

The flat of his tongue swept between the widespread lips and brought a 
rising gasp from her throat. Her hand went behind her head and she tilted 
herself up so that she could watch, directly and in the full-length dressing 
mirrors overhead and along the side of the sofa. His mouth glued itself to 
her nether lips and he sucked hard, letting his tongue curl deep into her 
moistening cuntal passage and then twitch as her interior muscles closed 
around it. He worked it around and then out, seeking the tip of her clitoris 
and teasing it, then nipping lightly, expertly with his teeth, bringing a 
squeal of delight. 

"Oh, God, where did you ever learn to eat pussy?" she mumbled, tossing her 
head in abandon, thrusting her pelvis up and to his demanding mouth. "Nobody 
eats it like you do ... not even the girls...." 

"Mmmmmmm...." He heard the words dimly as he continued to suck and lick, 
driving her wild with his thrusting tongue, exulting in the way her silken 
thighs clenched around his face as the juices flowed freely from her pulsing 
cunt into his mouth. "Mmmmmm...." 

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" 

Her fingers clawed at his head, pulling him tight against the wet forest 
between her legs and she was bucking, back arched, screaming, cumming hard, 
gushing over his face, clamping him tight with her strong legs, holding him 
until the final spasm subsided. Then, while she was still trying to catch 
her breath, he rolled her on her belly, over the thick pillow and spread her 
legs wide. He dipped a finger in the secretions of her milking cuntal lips 
and spread it around the small, tightly puckered anus, felt her tremble in 
anticipation as, with his thumbs, he spread the smoothly curved half-moons 
of her buttocks wide. She raised her tail high in back, wriggling, taking 
her weight on knees and elbows as the throbbing head of his steel-hard cock 
touched the tiny, sensitively throbbing lips of her anus. He grasped her 
trembling hips in his big hands, held her tight as he pressed forward. 

"Uuuugh!!!" She gasped softly as the blood gorged knob bored past the 
initial barrier of her tightly clenched sphincter muscle. But she gritted 
her teeth bravely and jerked back towards him, offering herself, and the 
head popped all the way up inside the warm, rubbery opening. 

"Ummmmm ... go in slow, lover...." 

He forced back the urge to ram his entire length into her with one powerful 
lunge. She rotated her hips and he pressed slowly. A fraction of an inch at 
a time, his heavily pulsating cock sinking deeper and deeper up into the 
hot, moist tunnel of her ass. The mirrors showed it from all possible 
angles. Her face contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, was canted 
forward, her eyes looking directly into a slanted window which allowed her 
to watch it happen. Her full lips were drawn back tight against the 
whiteness of her teeth, and her breathing was slow and deep, as with each 
manipulation of her body, she absorbed more of him. Each slow stroke 
measured only a fraction of an inch, but his progress was inexorable, and 
her taut, nakedly curved behind swayed from side to side and up and down, 
helping, urging, leading. Finally he was entirely inside her, his balls 
mashed tight against the softly curling hair of her pussy below. She sighed 
deeply, relaxing, and sank down on the mattress and pillow. Her anal 
sphincter tightened hungrily around the base of his cock and she began to 
work her interior rectal muscles and clench her buttocks back tighter 
against his naked pelvis. 

She made a soft, humming sound. While there was no perceptible outward 
movement of her body, to Mike it felt like a hundred tiny fingers were 
milking his prick, running its full length, squeezing, sucking at him. 

"Damn, this is good," she turned her face to the side and whispered. "Just 
having you way up in my belly, lying on me ... I cum so sweet and hard with 
you fucking me up in the ass like this. And then when you really start 
fucking into me fast, I get so damn wild. No ... No ... NO!!!! Not yet ... 
just lie there and let me do the moving. 

Ummmmm ... Mike, you've got to fuck your wife in the ass this way. You'd 
drive her out of her mind!" 

"No way," Mike whispered in her ear. "You know how it is with her ... I'll 
be lucky if she ever sucks me off." 

"That's your own fault and you know it," Mona hissed back at him. "Hell, you 
never fucked her before you married her. That was your first mistake." 

"You're lucky you have this ass to fuck," she said, giving it a twitch that 
sent waves of sensation along his cock. "A horny guy like you needs a chick 
who'd give you all the far-out fucking you need and then decide to walk off 
with you. You know I'm going to try to swipe you away from Jackie and I'll 
take good care of you as long as you take good care of me. Move it a little, 
lover." 

She ground her behind against his deeply-embedded cock and he drew back and 
fucked hard up into her rectal passage, bringing a soft little grunt of 
mixed pain and pleasure. She raised slightly on her knees and writhed as he 
drove deep into her tortured upturned asshole again. 

"Aaahhhh!! Good God! Work it around in there a little, hon! Deep! Hard! 
HARD! Ya, like that...." 

Beneath him she began to heave and pant, thrusting her openly clenching anal 
mouth upward, moving it in tiny circular motions with each growing stroke of 
the long, unbending rod of flesh that connected them. Her face, and then her 
entire body, became flushed with her exertions, and her breathing was fast 
and ragged. With each withdrawal, the clutching anus drew back like a fish's 
mouth, and she gasped as the heavily fucking cock plunged deep into her 
again, churning in the hot, wet depths of her back passage. She raised 
herself higher, on hands and knees, and met each pummeling stroke with a 
backward thrusting that engulfed his entire huge length. His balls slapped 
wetly down against the openly thrashing lips of her cunt as he drove 
viciously into the hilt, then withdrew until only the bulging head remained 
up inside the warm rubbery walls of her rectum. His hands held the thrashing 
hips, leaving cruel red marks, and with each massive stroke she cried out. 
Her hair flew wildly with the tossing of her head, and her mouth was drawn 
wide in a grimace of passion as a series of orgasms, each stronger than the 
last, racked her eagerly working young body. 

"Oh, what a wild fuck you are!" she cried, clenching her buttocks, holding 
him tight momentarily as the spasm of cumming hit her. "My ass ... my ass 
... my ass! FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK IT! FUCK MY ASS!" 

She was gyrating so wildly he could barely hold her, and finally, as his own 
cumming began, he threw his full weight on her, crushing her with nearly 
insane violence and the great load of sperm gushed deep into her hotly 
thrashing tail and they cried out together in a wild, cataclysmic final 
climax. 

For a long time he lay on her naked back, until he was soft and limp up 
inside her semen-drenched anal channel. 

"I should have married somebody like you," he said finally. 

"Why?" She laughed softly and winked. "Good fucking you can buy. A wife like 
Jackie you can't buy. She may be a little shy, but she's a strong girl ... a 
real lady. She's a ballsy girl, even if you don't realize it." 

"Hey? You tryin' to sell me a bill of goods or what? Sure I love Jackie. 
She's a damn good woman." 

Mona held him tight. "I lie in bed and plot ways for you to make Jackie come 
around." She shook her head. "I happen to enjoy your company, but I like 
Jackie very much. There aren't many women would put up with a horny man like 
you. Oh sure, I could steal you if I tried, but I'm not your kind of wench, 
except in bed, and I do thank you for the pleasure of your company and all 
that shit." 

"You're a fine lay," said Mike, slapping her on the buttocks. "And you got 
good taste ... hey? Who got you turned onto fucking in the ass, anyway? 
Somebody sure as hell turned you onto it," Mike said. He eased his weight 
over her, parting her legs. She squirmed under him, lifting her perfect 
buttocks. He began to rub his hardening cock slowly in the crease of her 
tail. "You've got a far-out ass." 

"Nice of you to notice," Mona whispered, humping up at him. "You wanna know 
how I got turned onto fucking in the ass?" 

"Make it short, I gotta get home." 

"Okay," she said, her voice trembling as she worked her buttocks sensuously 
and slowly back against the pressure of his cock. "When Herbie, the big 
boss, remember? ... picked me up at a bus stop in Chicago, then married and 
divorced me, I didn't have any money to live on so I started turnin' tricks 
on the side here at the club. That was about a year before you came up from 
L.A....Anyway, after I started the girls trickin' I found it hard to get 
laid. Before that last bust over on the east side we used to have a house 
over there where the girls did their work. Nobody ever wanted to fuck me. I 
used to go into the rooms with the two-way mirrors and watch all the girls 
fucking and sucking and getting fucked in the ass and winding up using my 
finger or a dildo, and that's for the birds. There was this one girl, real 
smart girl, too, named Liza, went back to school and from what I hear she's 
still turnin' tricks but callin' it sex therapy. Ain't that somethin'? Tits 
out of the world, long, slender legs, tiny waist and the most beautiful ass 
you could imagine. I mean, every time she moved, even to light a cigarette, 
it rippled. So beautiful and lithe that I couldn't resist her. I couldn't 
wait to get her legs apart and get down on her and eat her pussy, and you 
know I'm not a dyke. Anyhow, she was so goddamn superior that just about 
every guy who came in wanted to put her down. Make her suck his cock and 
then fuck her cunt. They'd get her to suck their dicks until they were 
slippery and they'd get her belly down on the bed and ram it up her ass as 
hard as they could. She'd thrash around and carry on and it would sound like 
she was being killed. Beat her fists on the mattress and twitched her ass 
around and cried real tears. Man, she'd fuck thirty dudes in one night that 
way. Finally it dawned on me. She liked it!" 

"So I invited her to my room, and we had a couple of drinks to loosen up. I 
was so hot from watching her with those men that I couldn't wait to get my 
hands on her. I took her to bed and I guess I tried to show her I could be a 
better lover than all those dudes-anyway, I kissed her all over and had my 
tongue running wild in that delicious young cunt of hers, where none of the 
dudes had bothered to do it, I admit, I loved doing it, feeling those strong 
satin thighs tight around my face, when she reached out and pulled me around 
one the bed and gave me her mouth, and we almost sixty-nined each other to 
death. Anyway, she said for me to try fuckin' in the ass because she came 
best that way." 

"You tried it," Mike said. He stroked his cock and placed it against the 
throbbing tight circle of her anus and began to steadily push. "Fine tail, 
Mona, fine tail." 

"Nothing like the first!" she gasped, feeling the blood swollen head of his 
cock pressed through the restraining ring of her spincter muscle. She sighed 
and relaxed, curving her back upward, offering herself. "Fuck me in the ass 
again ... this time fuck me like I'm Jackie." 

"Hey ... you mean to tell me this is virgin ass I'm getting?" He poised 
himself and then drove deep into her, to the hilt of his staff, felt his 
balls hit the spread half-moons of her ass. "Up here?" 

"That's right honey, you're the first ... Now get that cock up there and 
let's fuck!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Yes, I did. I really did try, but when the telephone rang it made me open 
my eyes and when I saw that great big hunk of flesh staring me in the eye 
and I felt it twitch under my hand, I just knew I would get sick to my 
stomach again." Jackie Carmichael lit a cigarette and took a long pull on 
it, every gesture strained with tension from an unsucessful night of 
lovemaking with her husband one night ago. 

"But you were close, darling, and that's what matters. AT least you've 
progressed. When you first came to see me about your ... your problem, you 
didn't even want to talk about it. Remember how you blamed him at first?" 
the red haired sex therapist said matter-of-factly. 

"But it's not easy. It's taken a long time for me to feel comfortable above 
having my husband working in a club with a hundred girls running around half 
naked, just willing and waiting. It's hard on the ego," admitted the blonde 
housewife with a quavering voice. 

"That's only secondary, dear," said Liza calmly. "Forget about his work and 
think about what goes on in your home. I will help you, I will do to you 
what Mike wants you to do to him, and you can learn to respond, to accept a 
mouth up between your thighs and cry out for more of it." 

"What?" I ... I couldn't let you do that, Liza. I mean you've helped me a 
lot, but that's ... not professional. Is it?" 

"Darling," said Liza raspily, "professional has nothing to do with what you 
do, only how you do it. Please let me show you," she pleaded rising from her 
chair and sitting down next to her patient. 

"I couldn't," Jackie said softly. "You're a woman!" 

Jackie stood up in response to the therapist's gesture. 

"Jackie, honey," Liza said softly, putting her arms around the blonde girl 
and holding her close, so that Jackie felt the full mounds of the other's 
breasts rubbing against her own, bringing a tingle that meant erecting 
nipples in spite of herself. "There is nothing wrong with two girls enjoying 
a bit of mutual affection, and it is exceptionally enjoyable when one can 
teach the other. Let me tell you one thing, Jackie. I am not a Lesbian, but 
I do enjoy having sex with a girl, particularly one as beautiful as you." 

"I ... I don't know," Jackie murmured. She felt that it was somehow wrong, 
but that was an abstract thought, and the warmth and firm-flesh body pressed 
against hers, hips now rotating slowly, mound thrusting forward to rub her 
own were reality, a reality she could do nothing to ignore or put down as 
she felt the sudden surge of passion and knew the color was rising in her 
cheeks. "Oh, Liza...." 

"Give me your mouth, darling." 

Then Jackie's head was back and the soft moistness of the red head's lips 
was closing over her own, incredibly soothing. She felt Liza's tongue 
circling her mouth, which was growing swollen and heavy with need, and she 
let her jaw fall slack and admitted the probing tongue, and at first she was 
passive, but then began to draw on it, sucking it deep into her mouth, 
letting Liza tease it and lure it into her own suddenly eagerly responding 
cavern. 

Liza's hands were moving over her body, cupping and kneading the smoothly 
curved moons of her buttocks, drawing her tight to the insistent pulsing of 
her pubic mound, and Jackie was rising to the rhythm until they were 
grinding hotly against each other, swaying so they almost toppled to the 
floor in their embrace. 

"Come to my backroom," Liza whispered. "This is my room that I use for my 
advanced patients. I teach there." 

She allowed herself to be led. Her mind was in a tumult as Liza, continuing 
her kissing and caressing, deftly relieved her of the dress and scanty 
underthings and bent to take first one rising nipple, then the other, into 
her mouth. Her teeth nibbled and her tongue swirled around them, and slowly 
she sank to her knees, still licking and kissing, hands sliding, finding 
secret spots of titillation that only an experienced woman such as Liza 
could find. She traced the contours of hip and thigh and buttocks until the 
red head was at the juncture of her thighs and Jackie could feel the hot, 
moist breath passing through her thinly curling strands of pubic hair and 
caressing the puckering, swelling cuntal lips, and the teasing of the deft 
tongue. She was moaning and thrusting her pelvis forward, involuntarily 
parting her legs to give full access to her near-virgin body. 

Suddenly Liza stopped, rose to her feet and quickly stripped away all her 
clothes. This required only a few quick movements, for she wore only bikini 
panties under a thin summer dress. Then, naked, she drew Jackie down on the 
bed. The room was in semi-darkness. Jackie lay still, one leg partly raised 
as Liza moved over her and began to kiss her deeply on the mouth. 

At first Jackie was repelled and frightened. What would Mike think if he 
knew she was spending her money on a sex therapist who was teaching her the 
evils of homosexual love? He'd kill her! 

But then reminding herself that this was therapy, that the reason she had 
come to seek help from this woman was so that she might better satisfy her 
husband, she went with the, flow of the moment. Their tongues ebbed and 
flowed and their hot lips welded together and suddenly Jackie had to know 
more of the flesh of the vibrant therapist. Slowly she worked a knee between 
Liza's thighs, moving it higher and higher until her flesh touched the 
passion-wet triangle of red hair that framed Liza's hot, pulsing cunt. Liza 
responded with a rubbing motion of her mound against Jackie's leg as 
Jackie's hands found her breasts and began to squeeze and knead, getting 
more demanding with each passing minute, pressing the rising stalk of nipple 
until it extended almost a half inch. 

"Oh, darling, there's nothing wrong with the way you love, you just need 
practice with a professional, that's all," Liza muttered against her mouth, 
"but I'm supposed to be the teacher, so let me...." 

She slid away, downward on the bed, pressing Jackie on her back. Her hands 
molded Jackie's upthrusting breasts, gentle and knowing, teasing. Her mouth 
closed on one, slick and hot and skilled, and her tongue twirled the nipple, 
lashing it into even further erection, and then her teeth nibbled and she 
began to suck as Jackie writhed slowly, her hips rising and falling, her 
legs parting as a deft hand slid between them and found the eager lips of 
her cunt and gently parted them. Then the fingers were teasing, tickling the 
bud of her clitoris before dipping lower into the moist wet slit, finding 
the cuntal hole and insinuating themselves there. The hand continued to move 
as Liza's hotly demanding mouth moved from one breast to the other and back, 
as if she could not get enough of them. And finally the devouring mouth, led 
by the flickering spear of her tongue, moved lower, over the soft, rising 
mound of Jackie's belly and finally to the outskirts of the blonde triangle 
of cuntal hair, where the probing fingers were still finding their mark, 
readying it for the final oral assault that Jackie knew would carry her to 
heights of ecstasy she had never even imagined before. 

Then Liza was shifting positions, moving to kneel between her widespread 
legs, and the mass of red hair was tumbling over the acutely-sensitive flesh 
of her inner thighs. On impulse, Jackie reached for the red mass and drew it 
upward, so she could watch everything the devouring mouth could teach her 
about eroticism. 

Liza was working slowly on her patient, drawing little circles of fire with 
her tongue, then pressing her burning lips to the circles and sucking them, 
and Jackie was moaning and tossing under the oral stimulation, afraid she 
was going to start cumming, cumminngg ... CCUUMMING!!! before Liza's darting 
tonuge ever found the hotly throbbing cuntal slit. 

But then the red hair dipped down, tongue flicking far out, and Jackie 
suppressed a soft scream as it slithered past the outer lips and darted to 
the pink coral inner mouth and then far up into her waiting, eager, 
uncontrollable cunt and swirled and twitched like a snake. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Jackie gasped, and clamped her thighs tight around the 
therapist's head, thrusting her pubic mound up hard to the skilled mouth. 
"Liza!!!" 

"Mmmmmm...." was the only response. 

Then the tongue was working more furiously, sliding deep inside her, then 
withdrawing to lick the length and breadth of the grasping cunt, then 
beating a feather-tattoo on the pulsing bud of her clitoris. She was beyond 
protesting when Liza's paused to use her fingers to part the quivering 
buttock-moons and skillfully push a finger palm-deep into her anal hole. 
There was a sudden pain, which was almost immediately replaced by new, 
spreading pleasure as the therapist's skilled mouth again plunged into the 
spreading pool of juice that had begun to flow freely from the sweet depths 
of Jackie's enraptured cunt. She raised herself in steady rhythm to the oral 
delight, and the finger that was worming in and out of her virgin young 
rectal channel was moving in the same cycle. 

"Ooohhh ... oooh! ... OOOHHH!" she moaned, bucking wildly as the sensations 
began deep inside her. "Liza ... Liza ... I'm going to cum! Cum! 
CUMMMMMMM!!!" 

At this, Liza glued her avidly working mouth to the heaving nether lips of 
the other girl, and her head bobbed furiously to match the pelvic heavings. 
Her tongue curled around the tiny, throbbing shaft of Jackie's clitoris and 
she sucked it and teased it between her teeth and lips as Jackie flailed 
wildly beneath her. 

"Oh! mmmy God! It's here! I'm cumming ... cummmiing! ... oh, Liza, oh my 
darling, oh, oh, OOOOHHHH ... I can't stop cumming! I don't want to stop! 
Eat me, oh, eat me, oh, eat my cunt....!" 

Then, in near-delirium, unable to control herself, feeling the hot wetness 
of her cunt pouring out into the greedily devouring mouth, Jackie fainted, 
but even so her body twitched and tossed as Liza continued to lick and suck 
and swallow the sweetness until finally, after a seeming eternity, there was 
no more. 

Jackie awoke with Liza helping her to sit up, holding the rim of a tall, 
cold glass of a faintly sweetish-tart drink to her lips. She let a few drops 
trickle into her mouth, then took a deep slow swallow. It had a strange but 
refreshing taste. 

"Oh, Liza," she whispered when she was able to speak. "I never knew anything 
like that could happen to me ... but I fainted, didn't I?" she said, with 
downcast eyes, her cheeks flushing. 

"That's okay, baby. It happens often with patients. You see the reason 
they've never enjoyed certain sexual practices is because they've formed a 
block. So when they finally do allow themselves to experience it, it's like 
a bomb going off in their bodies. They feel all the pleasure they've been 
denying themselves." She smiled seductively. "Now you'll be able to 
experience it with Mike, too, and he'll love you all the more for it," she 
said with a satisfied air of satisfaction at knowing her theory had proven 
true again: that once a woman had experienced with another woman, there was 
nothing she couldn't experience and enjoy with a male." 

"I-hope you're right, Liza," Jackie whispered. "Thank you so very much." 

"Darling," the red head said, "You should not be thanking me. I wanted to 
make love with you. That's my job, remember?" 

Jackie felt herself blushing again, remembering the way she had wanted to 
seek out more of the red head's body, wondering why it had been so natural 
with Liza, and why she had resisted her own husband when he had tried to do 
the same to her. She told Liza, and the other girl laughed. 

"You were thinking of your mother ... that because she did it with men, then 
there was something wrong with it, and something wrong wth a man who would 
do it to you. And the same with sucking a penis. I promise you, it is all 
good." 

"And you really liked doing that to me?" 

"I told you, darling. It was heaven! You are very sexually responsive 
woman," answered Liza proudly. 

"Yes ... I responded," whispered Jackie. They were close together, 
love-slick bodies touching. "More than that. I want to know what it's like 
having my ... mouth on you." 

"I'm always ready and willing." Then she assumed a more dignified air. "Why 
do you want to, Jackie?" 

Jackie thought for a second, then said. "Because-well, I know what I just 
felt, and words won't describe the sensation. But I still can't imagine what 
Mike would get out of it, and I want to find that out if I can." She leaned 
over and gently kissed the tips of Liza's breasts, sucking, using her 
tongue, feeling the urgency building within herself. "You're so warm and 
sleek ... it's like what I feel for Mike, only different. If I did it to 
you, then I might know more about what he feels when he wants to put his 
mouth on me." 

"Darling...." Liza's mouth touched Jackie's. "When you are with him, just 
relax and be with him the way you were with me, and that will be all you'll 
ever need." 

"No. Please. I want to!" Jackie pressed the red headed woman down on the bed 
and began to kiss her open mouth. It tasted musky-sweet, and it took her a 
moment to realize that she was tasting her own orgasm on the passion-heavy 
lips. Their tongues twined and Jackie's hands sought and found breasts and 
thigh and the apex of the triangle that was moist with the juices of Liza's 
own heavy gushings of juice. She raised her head. "Teach me." 

Gently, the red head's hands guided her head on its virgin journey. 

Liza made it easy for her, freely offering her breasts and squeezing them, 
making the golden-circled nipples stand up rigid for the laving tongue, 
gently stroking Jackie's hair as the blonde mass made its slow trip downward 
through the gentle swells and hollows of her body. Jackie's fingers found 
the waiting throbbing cunt and worked along its length and into it as her 
tongue licked the velvet flesh, still sleek and wet with love. Liza spread 
her legs wide and lay back as Jackie slipped between them and knelt 
momentarily, goddess-like, drawing her hair high above her head and then 
freeing it to tumble in a shower far down her back. She bent low, fingertips 
caressing the now trembling inner thighs, and found herself eager to taste 
the sensitive flesh that gave off such a sweet sexual scent. 

She extended her tongue and like a curious kitten, licked tentatively at the 
spot a few inches from the hematin colored slit that was pulsing with 
anticipation. She was eager to taste it for the first time, but held back, 
savoring the moment. Then she began to lick and kiss and rub her cheeks 
against the sleek, firm thighs, nuzzling closer, until finally she was 
there, a fraction of an inch away, and Liza's fingers were parting the pink 
lips, now deep red with eagerness, of the undulating cunt. 

"Lick my cunt," Liza whispered hoarsely. "Now, darling...." 

Jackie's mouth plunged forward, tongue fully extended. She felt an almost 
electric shock run through her as it made contact and Liza gasped and 
involuntarily humped up at her. 

At first she wanted to dive in, burrow, bury herself, and she mashed her 
face against the gaping red maw, slobbering, gulping, licking furiously 
until the softly-whispered instructions of her partner penetrated. 

"Just lick with the tip at first, darling. Ummm ... like that. Now a little 
side-to-side ... slip it up inside me and twirl around.... 

Aaahhh ... yes, now work on my clit ... Lick and suck and nibble very, very 
gently ... yess!" 

After a few minutes Jackie found she needed no teacher. 

Suddenly she twisted loose from the furiously assaulting tongue, flipped 
around on the bed until they were lying face-to-crotch on their sides. Liza 
plunged her salivating mouth between Jackie's parted legs and her tongue 
slithered in and out of the woman's cunt furiously as she sucked at her. 
Momentarily startled, Jackie spread Liza's legs wide again and her mouth 
sought its soft, hair-fringed target. 

Locked together, clutching and grasping and writhing, they reached a 
shuddering climax together, one which left them both weak and utterly spent 
on the sweat-soaked sheet, their twined bodies slick with sweat as each 
tongue languidly sought for any stray drop of feminine cuntal nectar. 

Later, as they drank glasses of red wine and smoked cigarettes, Jackie tried 
to express what she felt after her first lesson in lovemaking from the sex 
therapist. 

"I think I know now why Mike wants to lick me between my legs," she said. 
"When my mouth was on you, I could feel every little ripple anywhere in your 
body. I knew what I was doing was good for you, and I wanted to make it good 
for you." 

"It's good then ... you are willing to let Mike do it to you?" 

"Oh, yes! I want him to." She frowned slightly. "But I may not be able to 
right away. I mean, with a man, it's bound to be different. Maybe even 
better...." 

As her voice trailed off, Liza filled in with, "You're thinking of going 
down on him. Well, give it time, and don't force yourself. You'll love it 
even more than going down on me. The first time you may feel a little funny, 
but after that you'll be a pro." 

"I hope so." 

"I can tell you how to go down on Mike, but I can't teach you. But you have 
a loving mouth and I know you'll be able to satisfy him," Liza said. "In 
fact I have something I give to my patients with your same problem. It'll 
help tremendously." 

"Oh?" Jackied couldn't imagine what that might be. 

"A dildo. To feel it, you would swear that's it's the most beautiful cock in 
the world! It even has a soft foreskin that moves up and down, and you can 
fill it with cream. That helps you to imagine it being Mike's cock ... you 
know, spurting cum into your mouth. I've experimented with several different 
brands and found this one to be the most effective, judging from the 
responses from my patients-both men and women." 

She took it out from the bottom drawer of her desk and handed the black box 
to Jackie. "Go home and practice with it, dear. And if you have any 
questions or feel a need for help, don't hesitate giving me a call. That's 
my job." 

She kissed her patient on the forehead and opened the door for her, then 
slumped down in the leather sofa and lit a cigarette, a wry smirk crossing 
her beautiful face. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"You're goddamned right he knows what's goin' on in his club. He's the 
manager isn't he?"Milton Berry chewed on the butt end of his Havana cigar, 
his fat beefy lips working nervously. "Damned shame, too," he added, 
pounding his fist on the arm of his desk chair. He shook his head violently, 
his jowels jouncing with the movement. "Countryman's Club used to be a good 
place to go for a few drinks, have dinner, and watch a couple of cunts kick 
their legs in the air. Now a fellow can't get laid there without paying a 
fortune and gettin' rolled on the side. Used to be you could pick up a broad 
and fuck her for nothin'. Now they're chargin' for it!" Milton smacked his 
lips and unplugged the cigar from his mouth, resting it in the ashtray near 
the telephone. 

Across from him, seated in the straight back leather upholstered chair his 
drinkin' buddy crossed his legs and tapped his fingertips silently on the 
leather. "You're right, Milt. I remember when we used to take clients down 
there ... was damned impressive for the guys from Minneapolis to come here 
and see those tits hanging out over them corsets and pinch a tit here and 
there. Really helped business, too." 

Milton Berry, president of Bettel Corporation, makers of industrail pipe 
fittings, leaned over his desk, thumbing through his desk calendar. "Yeah, 
Harvey's gonna be headin' back for Minneapolis in two days. That means we've 
got two days to find that signed contract and if we're lucky, the gold watch 
and diamond wedding ring that goddamned broad yanked off his finger." Milton 
snorted and picked up his cigar butt, absentmindedly studying it. "Can you 
believe that? We try to do the man a favor ... one of our best clients ... 
get him laid with a good lookin' broad, pay for his dinner, drinks at the 
club, and the goddamned whore rips him off." 

"Holy shit!" sighed Sam. "After this we can sure as hell wipe him off our 
list of clients. You have any idea how much that whorin' bitch cost us in 
business?" The vice president sat up straight in his chair. "Five hundred 
grand, minimum. You believe that?" He slammed his fist into the resilient 
leather and stared out the window over the city's skyline. "There's only one 
thing to do, Milton. We gotta find that contract and the only person who 
could have it is the manager. I sure as hell think he's the one we're after. 
He sure as hell's gotta be the one makin' the bucks off those bitches." 

Milton pooched out his lips and added. "You're right, Sam. If we don't find 
that contract before Harvey does, you know what will happen? He'll take it 
to his lawyer and say he wants to breach it, and then we're out five hundred 
grand. Just like that!" He snapped his fingers. 

"That means we're all gonna have to pull in our belt. Christ, we'd have to 
lay off half the plant. Our inventory is already fifteen times the demand. 
When taxes come due, we're gonna be in a real bind." 

Milton pulled himself out of his reverie. "Okay, here's the plan. We go to 
this guy ... you know, the manager ... what's his name? 

"Mike Carmichael. I had my secretary check it out today." 

"Yeah ... we go to his house and tell him we know what's goin' on with his 
girls down at the club. Christ, if the press ever found out about this 
they'd rip that place apart. They'd be out of business in two months ... 
Then we tell him we'll give him two days to come up with Harvey's stuff." 
Milton counted out on his fingers: "The contract, the watch, and the wedding 
ring. If he can't come up with it, we're goin' to the press first, then the 
police. They might be able to buy off the cops, but nobody tells the press 
what to report." He leaned over the desk to stare his vice president in the 
eye, his paunchy stomach rolling over the edge of the desk. "You read that 
article in last week's editorial section? Why they as much as came out and 
said the Countrymen's Club was falling' fast. Accused 'em of panderin' and 
dope peddling. Any reporter would give his right nut to bust into a story 
like that. The Washington Post would offer 'im a job in two seconds flat. 

Sam sat silently, his eyes narrowed in concentration, nodding his head to 
each of his boss's allegations. "That's right, Milt. We got 'em. Now all we 
need is that contract and we'll make ourselves a buck." He smiled crookedly. 

"Hey, hey!" Milton Berry straightened and leaned back in his chair, then put 
his feet to rest on the corner of his massive desk. "Smart thinkin', Sam. I 
hadn't thought of that." 

* * * 

In the dimly lit living room of her own home, Jackie threw down the magazine 
she'd been struggling to concentrate on for the past hour, and looked at the 
coockoo clock. Already the dinner sat dried up and overdone on the stove; 
obviously Mike had no plans for coming home for dinner. Another late night 
at the club. 

Well, damn it, there was no use putting it off any longer. If she had a 
choice, she would have rather practiced on her husband, but if she didn't 
try soon, she might loose her courage and renege on her promise to herself 
to suck her husband's penis and enjoy it. 

She went to her lingerie drawer and got the black box and opened it. It 
appeared terribly big, but she knew it was almost the same size as an erect 
cock. She took it out and stared at it, admiring the techniques of modern 
industry that could ever make anything look so life-like. Nine inches long, 
almost as thick as her clenched fist, which itself could not close around 
Mike's erect cock, it had heavy, heavy sperm-filled balls at the base. She 
went to the bathroom and filled the rubbery cock with very warm water, so it 
was the same temperature as Mike's body when they were making love. Then 
into the balls hanging below, she poured warm milk. 

Feeling a strange admixture of anticipation and shame, she returned to the 
living room and shed off her robe. She lay back on the sofa and began to 
caress her nakedly stripped body, first with her fingers alone, probing, 
taunting the tip of her slowly rising clitoris, then with the hot, 
barely-yielding hardness of the dildo. With her left hand she began to pinch 
her nipples as she rubbed the head of the rubbery cock across the guardian 
hairs of her expectantly pulsing cunt. Then she slowly worked the huge head 
into her passage, working it in slowly, going a tiny fraction of an inch 
deeper with each stroke, until it seemed to be filling her belly and the 
heavy balls were jammed tightly into the nakedly exposed crevice of her 
buttocks. Then, yielding completely, she began to fuck herself in and out 
with it, each stroke driving to the full depth, feeling the base smack hard 
against her clitoris. Her breathing increased heavily with the speed of her 
self-fucking, and she cried out obscenities as she drew all but the tip out 
and then plunged the entire huge shaft brutally back into her desperately 
straining pussy hole again and again. 

"Fuck-fuck-fuck! Oh, God, I'm fucking myself crazy!!!!" Jackie screamed as 
the cumming surged through her and she thrashed and bucked wildly for a long 
time before she was too weak to continue. 

She lay back on the sofa, slowly easing the massive instrument from her 
warmly palpitating cuntal passage, sensing with her nostrils her strong 
sexual musk in the room. She held it close to her eyes and studied the shiny 
slickness of it. She brought it to her lips and began to lick her own juices 
from the length of the shaft, breathing deeply, imagining that the musty, 
heavy-sweetness was the love dew she had gorged on so freely between her 
therapist's legs-not so long ago. 

Then she slid off the couch to a kneeling position down on the rug and began 
the part that was still difficult for her-taking the thing in her mouth. 
Holding it with two fingers of her right hand, she placed the base on a 
cushion of the sofa, at just about the height it would be if Mike were 
sprawled out beneath her, waiting, and this was really his magnificently 
hardened cock. She tried to imagine his young, lean, hard-muscled, driving 
body attacked to it, and closed her eyes to bring on the vision more 
clearly. 

When it was fixed in her mind, she began to lick at the swollen head, 
circling it with her tongue, kissing it. Then she licked the full length of 
the dildo, around the heated balls, taking each into her mouth and laving it 
with her tongue, and then slowly retraced her course. The image was still 
strong in her mind, and with her hand she jerked the instrument toward her 
lips, as Mike would jerk his hips excitably beneath her hotly enclosing 
lips. 

Finally, wetting her lips, she slid them tightly down over the head and 
worked it into her mouth, absorbing as much as she could, sucking gently, 
then harder, teasing it gently, then nipping it in soft little love bites, 
imagining his reaction. It no longer felt like the intruder in her mouth 
that it had been the first few times. Bobbing her head deeper and harder 
with each stroke, she was able to take it all the way to her tonsils without 
gagging. She set a steady rhythm dipping-rising-tonguingsucking rhythm, 
imagining Mike responding with his own gyrations, and the feel of his hands 
cupping the sides of her head, pressing it down further on the lust-engorged 
prick, and she felt a tingle deep in her loins. 

She knew she was starting to cum back betwen her thighs again and working 
her lips more eagerly. She had not believed Liza at first when the therapist 
told her it was possible to cum with no stimulation other than a man's cock 
to suck, but it must be true, because she was ready to cum with just a 
sensuously formed piece of rubber and plastic. 

She panted and slobbered and worked on the artificial prick until the tiny 
volcano that was building inside her erupted deep in her belly and then, 
head wildly bobbing, she sucked voraciously and squeezed the heavy 
testicles. 

Jets of thick white cream spurted into her mouth, hot and slick and she 
squeezed the testicles in repeated frenzy, drawing on the jetting bulbous 
head, gulping the whitish, sticky mixture down as she would devour her young 
husband, Mike's, cum when the time finally arrived that she could do this 
with him instead of an unfeeling piece of rubber. 

She formed her lips into a tightly locked "O" around the slickened shaft. 
Her cheeks bulged with the volume of the load which gushed into her mouth 
and in a last effort, she managed to drive the full length of the monstrous 
fake prick into the depths of her throat without gagging, and keep sucking 
it hungrily and desperately until nothing more came from the tip. Inch by 
inch she eased it from her tightly clasping lips, trying not to lose a drop 
of the delicious fluid she had sucked from it, just as she would, some night 
when Mike's real, rampant, alive cock was fucking her lust-heavy mouth of 
this miserable substitute. 

Jackie managed to do what she wanted to do and knelt, nakedly on all fours 
still swallowing, kissing and licking the head of the thing which gave her 
pleasure, though she was loathe to admit it. She was totally aware of the 
lewdly grinning man who had been peeking through the front window of the 
living room. He stood there for a few obscene moments and then, trying the 
door and finding it open, slipped in unannounced. Finally he spoke: 

"That was really something, honey. What's the matter, isn't your husband 
home often enough to give it to 'ya?" 

With a startled half-scream, Jackie half-rose from her knees, then stumbled 
and fell to the carpet, the dripping obscenity of the cream-emptied dildo 
almost tumbling from her hands. "It ... my therapist told me to ... to 
practice ... with this." She let the lifeless instrument drop from her hands 
onto the floor. 

In the doorway of the room stood the imposing hulk of Milton Berry. Now he 
was unzipping his fly, drawing out his already erectly throbbing cock that 
was fully as large as the one Jackie had just finished sucking. "If your 
husband isn't home, what you say you and me go into the bedroom for a little 
party. Don't seem right a beautiful girl like you should have to get 
yourself all worked up over that hunk of plastic." He stared down at the 
floor where the obscene huge rubber dildo, still assuming its erected shape, 
lay like a castrated genital. 

"Who ... are you? What are you ... doing in my house?" she burst out, 
suddenly unconcerned about her nakedness. 

"I'm a friend of your husbands. Shall we say we've done business together," 
the man said, and stroked the slowly growing shaft of his penis. "In fact I 
stopped by to see if he could do me a favor, but I never expected him to put 
himself out like this." 

Jackie went rigid. "If Mike found you in his house, he'd call the cops." 

"Your husband is in positon to call the cops on anybody, honey." 

"He'd kill you then!" 

"I doubt it. Mike would more likely kill you if he found out what his wife 
does while he's down at the club." 

"My husband wouldn't believe a creep like you!" she spat. 

"Oh yeah? Well, funny thing, honey. I had my photographer take a few shots 
of you while you were down on that thing." He pointed to the floor. 

He picked up his jacket, fished two photographs from a pocket and shoved 
them in front of the terrified girl's face. She tried to look away but she 
couldn't. Obviously taken through the slit in the curtains of the living 
room, with nothing but the available light in the room, they were close-ups 
of her kissing and licking and sucking and wildly devouring the dildo. 
Worse, they didn't show it to be a dildo-anyone who saw them would easily 
believe it was a man's prick in her fist that she was going wild sucking on. 

"Oh, my God!" Jackied whispered. Tears welled in her eyes and ran down her 
cheeks. She looked up at the fat man, naked now except for his socks and 
shoes, who stood before her, his cock a rampant, rigid pole that swayed 
terrifyingly close to her trembling lips. "Please, I'll give you money, 
anything! Just don't tell Mike. I wouldn't do any good to hurt him like 
that." 

"Baby, I've got more money than you've ever seen. I don't want bucks ... I 
want head." 

Jackie flushed. "You mean you want me to do that to you?" 

"That's right, doll. He grabbed the photos from her hand. "Otherwise Mikey 
baby is gonna be mighty upset when he sees these photos. Ain't gonna do 
anything for his reputation when we turn them over to his boss. I know 
Herbie would be damned mad if he found out his manager was whoring his wife 
on the side." 

"You wouldn't!" 

"Try me and see. Now get down on those knees and start suckin!" he blurted 
imperiously. He shook the huge staff at her. "Come on, crawl over here and 
wrap those pretty little lips around it." 

"No! NO!" Jackie protested. 

He reached out, caught her by the hair and neck and twisted her down to her 
knees in front of him, paying no attention to her sudden cry of pain. 

"Start sucking!" he laughed. "Honey, I'm gonna love this, and I think you're 
gonna love it to. I can spot a whore a mile away, and baby you've got the 
act down. Now suck it!" 

"No...." 

Again she tried to break from the powerful hold he had on the mass of her 
yellow hair, but his fingers were expert at holding. He kept his grip on her 
hair and worked his thumb into the nerve center below her left ear, almost 
paralyzing her. She felt the strength draining form her, and her knees were 
turning to jelly as the pain shot through her slender, nakedly trembling 
body. With his free hand, he held his massive, iron-hard cock. He began to 
rub it against the hot, silken skin of her face, across the cheeks over her 
eyes. The immense, bulbous, blood-swollen head was strangely soft and not 
unpleasant as it caressed her skin-a contrast to the unyielding hardness of 
the unbelievable length of his shaft. 

Then he was rubbing the wetly moistened tip across her tightly compressed 
lips, the lips that only minutes before had been ravenously clamped around 
the imitation cock, sucking it, engulfing it, swelling with passion as she 
had swallowed in a wild fantasy. Jackie remembered how it had been, driving 
her head up and down the staff with complete abandon and wantonness. 

And now the real thing was confronting her and she was recoiling from it, 
revolted by the man who wanted to fill her mouth, sickened by foulness of 
him that she knew more by instinct than by fact. Now the hotly burning cock 
of this unidentified man was rubbing slickly across her lips, pressing for 
entry to the hot, wet vault of her mouth. Not for a moment did the man 
relent. He was saying nothing now, just working his obscenely growing 
hardness against her velvet-soft lips, holding her head in his strong hand 
easily, making it impossible for her to move. 

"Hey, you really don't want to suck it," he said after a long moment of 
trying to pry her lips apart. "You got guts girl, I kinda like that. Tell 
you what. You don't have to suck it, just lick it a little, and then you can 
jerk me off, you know, a hand job. Like the girls down at the club do. I'm 
not gonna tell anybody, and you sure as hell aren't, so why don't we just 
have a little fun. Huh?" 

He released most of the pressure, but still kept his fingers knotted in the 
silken, disheveled mass of her blonde hair, and tilted her head up til she 
had to look deep into his blue eyes. She tried to read into them what she 
wanted to see-the belief that she would get off this lightly, not have to 
suck him as she had practiced earlier. 

She hoped he would not force her farther, because there was a faint stirring 
in her loins, and the faint taste of his pre-cum was on her already-bruised 
and violated lips, and there was something about it which strangely, perhaps 
masochistically, made Jackie want to taste more. 

"When she spoke, it was in a choked whisper. "W-What must I do?" 

"Just kiss and lick the head of it, run your tongue around. Play with my 
balls while you're doing it, and make your lips soft. Pump it a little. I 
won't play any tricks on you. When I'm ready to come, you'll know it. Then 
you just use your hand and let me cum on your tits. Okay?" 

"That's all?" She said without hope. 

He released her then, Jackie shut her eyes tightly for a moment then took 
the full length of his hardness in her right hand and cradled his heavy, 
sperm-laden balls in her left. She stroked his spear of flesh, and finally 
opened her eyes barely enough to see what she was doing. The bulbous, 
purple-hued head beckoned. She took a deep breath and kissed it, leaving her 
lips lazy, relaxed, allowing them to conform to its contours. Surprisingly, 
she found it was not unpleasant-much more pleasant, in fact, than contacting 
the sterile aritifical flesh of the dildo on which she had practicied for so 
long. 

"Lick it, Let me feel that sweet little tongue curling around it," the man 
said hoarsely. 

Obediently, her tongue snaked out and wrapped around the excitedly bulging 
head. It moved as if it had been trained , for hours and days and months.... 

"Beautiful, oh, beautiful," the big man said, "Let me feel your lips too. 
Get them around the head ... just the end of my cock. 

Jackie found herself wanting to comply. Without stopping the swirling 
movements of her tongue, she let her mouth oval open a bit wider, until the 
velvet fullness of her lips encompassed the hot, satiny mass. Involuntarily 
she compressed them around it and sucked for a moment. 

It was so much better than the dildo ... she wished with all her heart it 
could have been her husband. Heavily, she felt the pulsing of blood through 
the rigid instrument as she slavered and caught the head tight and began to 
slowly rotate her head. She was surprised to discover the man was keeping 
his promise-he was not forcing her or threatening her now. 

Then his fingers did find her hair, but lightly, in a way that was a caress, 
almost a love-gesture. He drew it high over her head and let it tumble back 
down, over her head and face like a waterfall, and then finally one hand 
cupped gently behind her head, holding it as he eased himself forward a few 
inches. The motion slid his cock a little deeper into her wetly, working 
lips, but she did not resist. Instead, she found herself cooperating, 
letting her warmly enclosing mouth open wider, beginning to suck while her 
tongue wrapped itself around the desire-hardened flesh in a wild, abandoned 
swirling motion. 

"Oh, beautiful, soft-mouth girl," the man said in a ragged voice. "I didn't 
mean to force you to do it ... I just wanted you to lick my cock so much. 
Suck ... suck ... suck it all the way, honey. Work it deep...." 

The words came to her dimly, and she was not about to be carried away to the 
point of believing the stranger. Her own husband had said sweeter words many 
times, trying to get her to do just this thing, and she had rejected them 
and him ... a man, any man, would say anything necessary to get what he 
wanted from a woman. 

But, Jackie knew, unfortunately Mike had not forced her, as this man was 
forcing her, driving her into another new awareness of her capabilities as a 
woman-and she had gone this far, what more was there to lose. She knew she 
could take the full length of his cock back in her throat because she had 
taken the dildo. And when he came in her mouth as he was sure to do, the 
spurting would be no less violent than it had with the dildo. 

Admittedly, she could not control it. When the man filled her mouth with his 
lewdly spurting cum, it would be a gushing that she would have to 
accommodate as best she could. If her mother could do it, so could she! She 
hoped only that, when the moment came, he would still leave her head free, 
let her take it as it came, rather than holding her face in a grip in his 
big hands and fucking uncaringly into her mouth. 

"Ummmmm-m-m-m-m...." she acknowledged, not relinquishing the lustfully 
throbbing prick from between her lips. 

She began to rotate her head, keeping her lips soft over the ridge of her 
teeth, feeling the thick hardness of the cock sliding slipperily around in 
her mouth. She worked her head down until the huge rubbery head was pressing 
hard against the back of her mouth, then lunged wildly forward onto the 
remaining length, feeling it pop by her tonsils and bury itself deep in her 
tightly constricted throat. 

Then her sensuously flairing nostrils were pressed hard into the curling 
forest of his pubic hair, and almost gagging, she began to suck wildly at 
the entire length of the fleshy hardness that was imbedded to its full depth 
in her throat and she knew there was one thing much better than a dildo-a 
human cock! 

This was a man-a man who would fill her mouth and belly with his real male 
cum! Just as men had done to her mother. 

He was no better than a rutting animal, raping her lips this way, and she 
was no better than her mother for letting him do it! 

And if she had been a proper woman, she would have done this for her own 
husband long ago. 

She sucked with animal abandon and began to drive her avidly working lips up 
and down the throbbing prick hungrily, insatiable as an animal too long 
starved. Her mouth slurped and between each wild gulping she made a gasping 
"aah! ahh! aah!" sound as her teeth raked the staff lightly, in greedily 
driven nibbles. Vaguely, she was aware that her knees were becoming sore, 
the muscles of her neck tiring as her head bobbed wildly up and down. Her 
fingers of their own volition found their way into the crease of his nakedly 
grinding buttocks, then to the tight little circle of his asshole. He 
shifted and spread his legs lightly as she slowly, almost expertly worked 
her middle finger up into the tiny rubbery hole. 

"God-damn. When you get to it, you can really suck cock baby!" he gasped. 
"Your husband is a lucky man." 

"Ummmmm-m-m-m...." she responded, increasing the pace of her sucking. A 
great fire was welling up deep in her cunt below, and with part of her mind, 
she wondered if it was possible, the thing that Liza had told her-that a 
girl could cum just having a man's cock in her mouth. Well, she'd soon know. 
Something was happening. "Ummmmmm ... ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh-h-h-h!" Oh God! She 
was cumming as though a wildly exploding comet were ricocheting around deep 
up inside her crazily churning belly! 

"Oh, damn! I'm cumming! Jesus, you sweet cocksucking little cunt! I'm gonna 
cum all over your tonsils! Cum! Oh, just keep eating." 

His hands went to her wildly-gyrating head, pulling it to him. Jackie 
eagerly allowed her mouth to be guided. Her cheeks suctioned madly at the 
first hot, white, steaming semen jetted into her throat. It came in a flood 
that nearly choked her, but it was more wildly delicious than anything she 
had imagined, even the dew of her therapist, Liza's cunt that she had 
thought would be the sweetest thing she would ever taste. Her mouth and 
throat were filling with this new, strange, lovely fluid, and she gulped it 
down convulsively while his fingers tangled in her hair and his spurting 
cock fucked without control into the eager, hot, wet cavern of her mouth. 
She made a tight, rigidly locked ring of her lips, not wanting a drop to 
escape, and held onto his pummeling buttocks wildly, ramming her finger 
deeply up into his ass, searching for the gland that would send more and 
more and more of his cum gushing hotly between her greedily sucking lips. 

Finally, there was no more and his cock was growing soft in her mouth and 
she licked it furiously with her tongue, savoring every tiny glistening 
drop. When there was no more she leaned her face forward into his satiated 
genitals and pubic hair, hugging his hips, sobbing softly. She'd done it. 

But it was terrible, she thought. Not terrible that she had sucked him to 
orgasm and swallowed his sperm, or even that she had cum herself. But she 
had wanted to do it, and that desire was sinful, just as her mother's desire 
had been sinful. She had denied her husband the very thing she had given to 
a stranger! 

Now that it was finished, she was relieved, because she was more of a woman. 
Too much more, she thought as she clung to him, still trembling and feeling 
a strange want in her body, the overpowering urge to do it again-suck all 
night, learn all the delicious ways to do this new thing. Rubbing her face 
on the hardness of his belly, she took his emptied balls in her fingers and 
weighed them, squeezing gently. Then her mouth sought the flaccid, 
still-dripping cock and she began to lick hungrily at it, attempting to 
bring it to life once more, and make it grow huge and hot and explode again 
and again deep in her throat. 

He let her suck for several minutes before gently pushing her head away. 
"Sorry, girl. There's just no more there yet. Just wait a bit and I'll have 
another belly full." 

"What-what do you mean?" she whispered, still on her knees, tilting her head 
up slowly, her tongue licking the taste of him from her sperm-glistening 
lips. 

"Got a friend outside. He's my photographer," guffawed Milton Berry. "As a 
matter-of-fact, he should be just about out of film by now." 

"Oh, you bastard!" Jackie gasped, her head tossing, face reddening. She 
should have known better. 

"Hell, you've been cryin' for it! Doesn't your husband take care of you, or 
does he get all the ass he can handle down at the club? Those little bitches 
down there are probably giving him a blow job right now." 

"What are you talking about?" demanded Jackie, rising. "My husband has been 
truthful to me. He has no interest in other women!" 

Milton merely laughed. "Are you kiddin' me, lady? Shit, every time he turns 
around there's some waitress rubbin' his thigh." And then it struck the 
president of Bettel Corp, that maybe this wife really didn't know what was 
going on down at the Countryman's Club. That was a bit of information he 
should stick under his hat and put to better use later. He changed the 
subject: "Don't bother gettin' up, honey. I'll let him in." 

Still naked except for his socks and shoes, the blubbery man went to the 
door, opened it and called to the man waiting outside. Sam slipped into the 
house, bolting the door behind him. There was a wide beaming grin on his 
face. Up in front of his pants was an unmistakable hardness, pulsing 
excitedly as he looked at the nakedly weeping girl. 

"Jesus Christ, Milt. We got ourselves a lovely! She one of the pussies down 
at the club?" he asked admiringly. 

Milton shook his head. "Naw, just his wife." 

"You ... you mean to tell me you were taking pictures of me and ... him?" 
She pointed at the fat man hovering above her. 

"That's right, baby. Every last drop." Sam smacked his lips. 

""Nouth of this sweet talkin', let's get fuckin'! chuckled Milt, grabbing 
Jackie's arm and marching her through the house, down the carpeted hallway. 
She knew what was coming, and she tried to refuse doing it in her husband's 
own bed, but finally capitulated. She had no choice. 

With the door closed, Sam quickly shed his clothes. He was a tall, lean man, 
well-muscled, with light greying hair. His uncircumcised prick stood out 
straight from his hips, swaying as he came to her and put his hands on her 
breasts, squeezing until she winced with pain and cried out. Then a hand 
dropped to the triangle of her pubic hair, probing it, fingers slipping 
easily into the depths of her excitedly moistened cunt, rubbing the rising 
bud of her clitoris. He waited until her body thrust back at his hand of its 
own accord, then led her sobbing to the bed. 

"Suppose I lay bath and you give me a good tongue bath, honey. Been a long 
time since I've had a woman so willing," he said. 

She knew what he wanted. That much she had done with Mike-or almost that 
much, many times. She looked toward Milt, hoping he would have the decency 
to leave them alone and not watch her shame and humiliation, but he showed 
no sign of any intention to leave. He had settled in an overstuffed chair, 
was lighting a cigar while he waited for the show she was forced to put on 
to begin. Tears trickling wetly down her face, Jackie knelt on the bed at 
the man's side. She bent over him, began to kiss and lick around his eyes 
and mouth and ears. She did not resist, could not resist, as he took one of 
her hands and put it on the length of his throbbing, hugely-erect prick. She 
stroked it slowly, lightly, as her mouth continued its wetly licking 
journey. She knew she had to please him beyond all expectation or her life 
with her husband was over ... one look at those photos and she was as good 
as divorced! 

Her tongue flicked wildly over his flesh, probing deep into his ear, then 
moving downward across the muscular chest, sought the nipples. She nibbled 
as she sucked on them, her mind made up now to become the whore they thought 
she was, and Sam sighed in contentment and his hands moved over her body, 
bringing a strange, masochistic tingle of excitement to her. Seeing the 
rising bulk of his prick, she forgot Milt was watching them, her own 
excitement rising at the helplessness of her position. Her tongue and lips 
got bolder, and she licked at the slightly perspiring flesh with increasing 
eagerness, squeezing the lust-hardened cock tightly in her fingers. 

Then her head bobbed low, mouth opened wide, seeking the bulbous head that 
was now slowly seeping lubricating fluid from the tiny thin slit in the tip. 

"Not yet," Sam said, restraining her head with his palm on her forehead. 
"Lick up the inside of my legs and wash my cock up and down with your 
tongue. Ummmm, yeah, baby. That's nice," he grinned as she began to follow 
his commands. 

Jackie's face sought the space between his widely-spread legs. She used her 
tongue eagerly, sliding the flat of it over his hary skin, nuzzling it 
hungrily, breathing the man-scent of him deep through her flaring nostrils. 
She could not reach him the way she wanted to, kneeling at his side, so she 
crawled over his legs and bent low between them as he drew them eagerly back 
so that his knees pressed into his chest. 

"Ummmmm...." she muttered at the obscene sight before her, licking her 
tongue into the crevice of his ass, parting the cheeks and licking hungrily 
at the tiny raised circle of his anus. "Ummmm...." she moaned deep in her 
throat from the rising excitement. 

"You love that, don't you?" he asked. 

"I-love it," she gasped, helpless now to control her unleashed passion. 

She took his cock in her hand and then slowly, gently drew his balls into 
her mouth and sucked lightly, running her tongue over them as his hips began 
to rise and fall with his mounting excitement. Then the tip of her tongue 
fluttered up and down the length of the hotly pulsing prick, wetting it 
thoroughly. She tilted it toward her and began to lick all over the huge, 
bulbous head, running her tongue under the loose foreskin, circling the base 
of the head teasingly as though she had done this thousands of times before. 
She heard him groan, and felt the pressure of his hand with her soft, 
moistly sucking lips and rotated it a little in, then letting it almost slip 
from the skilled lips before capturing it again with a slurring wet sucking 
sound. 

"Okay, gulp it down, honey," he said. 

Eagerly, Jackie plunged her head down the full length of it, tongue 
swirling, cheeks drawing in as she sucked deeply. She buried the heavily 
throbbing prick in her salivating mouth all the way down to the base, 
feeling it work by her tonsils, almost gagging but controlling her throat 
muscles, loving the feel of it deep in there. 

"Aah! Aah! Aah!" she gasped each time her head came up. She breathed through 
her nose, keeping the sucking lips clasped tightly around their prey. Her 
tongue and mouth and lips worked together on the heavily pulsing hardness 
and she squeezed his balls, wanting to make him cum, squirt his load of 
semen deep into her belly the way Milt had done. 

"Not so quick, honey. Make it last for both of us," he cautioned. 

Slowly she raised her head, letting the glistening length of his prick slide 
momentarily from her expertly working mouth. She licked her lips and nodded. 
She, too, didn't want it to end quickly. She breathed deeply for a minute, 
the firm cones of her breasts rising and falling, and she combed her hair 
back with her fingers. Then, when she thought he'd had time to subside, she 
bent over him again and this time she used her mouth slowly, barely sucking, 
just letting the massiveness of him fill the hot moist cavern between her 
facial cheeks, getting him hard again and keeping him there. Her jaw began 
to tire slightly, but she didn't mind. She wanted to see if she could make 
herself cum hard this way. She worked on him, eyes closed now, imagining 
everything erotic she had ever seen or heard of. The deeper he went into her 
throat, the .more it turned her on. She absorbed the prick to the base and 
began to work it around deeper in her throat, letting it slide slipperily 
over her softly giving palate. She felt the fire beginning to burn deep in 
her loins, and slowly increased the speed of her greedily sucking mouth. 

It was like stirring a furnace with a poker of flesh. The sensation spread 
like boiling lava through her suddenly hotly exploding belly. Sher jerked 
her head away momentarily, gasping words. 

"I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cummiinng!" 

Then she closed her mouth down over his cock again, sucking madly, working 
her head while her fingers wormed deeply up in his anus and the explosion 
began. She wanted to cry out, but to do that she would have had to take the 
wild, sweet cock from between her lips, so she expressed herself with wild 
twitchings and writhings of her body that went on and on and on.... 

The wave passed, leaving her weak, his prick still deep in her mouth, still 
hard, still undrained. She lay immobile while the incredible sensation of 
cumming diminished, then began to suck him in earnest again. 

Suddenly she became aware that Milt was no longer in the chair. He was on 
the bed behind her, kneeling, his cock ready and hard again. 

"Raise your ass up a little more, Mrs. Carmichael," he said harshly. "Don't 
stop sucking ... getting fucked from behind while you're sucking cock will 
turn you on even more." 

She had neither the will nor desire to resist. 

Instinctively, she kneeled up higher to expose her naked buttocks more 
readily to him and reached back and found the rigid shaft of his cock and 
guided it to the moistly throbbing lips of her cunt. She bucked back as the 
hugely pulsating head parted the thinly curling strands of her pubic hair 
and slithered wetly up inside. Milt poised his body, then, gripping her by 
the sensously twisting curves of her hips, drove his cock to its fullest 
depth in her helplessly upturned cunt, filling her as she had never been 
filled before. She gasped and twitched the smoothly rounded cheeks of her 
ass back at his pelvis, beginning to rotate them, trying to get the 
magnificent hardness of his cock up inside her belly, if possible. 

Her mouth still deeply filled, seh began to fuck the two men with both ends 
of her body, as Milt's fingers slid under her belly and found the dampened 
little bud of her clitoris and squeezed demandingly, rubbing, driving her 
wild. She slid her lips up on the rigidly throbbing cock in her mouth until 
only the hot, slick head remained within her lips, then began to suck and 
lick at it like an oversized banana in a hungry child's mouth. 

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she gasped, humping her ass back wildly at 
the driving cock in her cunt while she slobbered and slaved over the one 
between her hungrily demanding lips, lashing it wildly with her tongue, 
sucking, nibbling. "Fuck ... fuck ME!".... 

Ten minutes later they were dressed and gone. Jackie pulled a robe around 
her and quickly set the house straight, removing all evidence that they had 
been there. Then she turned out the lights and slid into bed. She knew it 
was her imagination, but she could smell the heavy musky scent of cum all 
over the place, theirs and hers, mixed and mingled together in a lewd 
reminder of the obscene adultery she had committed for the first time in her 
life with Mike. 

... But was it the first time for Mike? That's what bothered her as she slid 
into bed and lay in the dark. Had her failure to satisfy him sexually made 
him look for other women to satisfy that most basic of human needs? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jackie didn't hear her husband slip into bed that night, but she did have a 
vague stirring of suspicion when, just before sunrise, she snuggled up close 
to his sweet smelling body and let her hand trail down to the vee of his 
legs. Caressingly, her warm palm closed around his soft penis. Her eyes flew 
open like shudders-it was soft, but damp, too. So the men were right! Mike 
had been making love to someone down at the club. 

There was to be no more sleep for Jackie that day. Her frustration at being 
unable to arouse her satiated husband was in itself enough to assure this. 
She drew the covers down and gazed at the limp curve of his flaccid cock 
which responded to nothing she could do with her hand. She wanted to slide 
down on the bed and draw it into her salivating mouth, work on it until it 
was long and thick and hard as she knew it could be, practice her new-found 
delicious skill. 

But that was the last thing she wanted to do. She loved Mike, that was 
undebated. She'd married him knowing his job involved much contact with 
women, very beautiful women who enjoyed nothing better than showing off 
their bodies. Never had she suspected him of actually making love to any of 
those waitresses and dancers. Though she had never pressed him for the 
truth, she had suspected Mike of having an affair with Mona, whose job it 
was to keep the girls in line. It seemed almost natural: they worked 
together, had for the past three years; they had the same objective in their 
work, and Mona reeked of sex, though Jackie was loathe to admit it. Could 
Mike have been that frustrated? Would he willingly trade a night in bed with 
his wife, for the cheap thrills of Mona's lewd company? 

Jackie did some fast soul searching in those early morning hours. She licked 
her swollen lips with her warm tongue, a slow smile awakening on her face as 
the lingering taste of male semen came to life from the moisture of her 
tongue. It was reminder enough of last night's orgy. Good God, she thought, 
sitting up bolt upright in bed. I'm no less adulterous for letting two 
strange men into my house and letting them have their ways with me! At least 
Mike had the decency to have his affair away from home. Was this what being 
sexually open meant? Having affairs on the side with no motive other than 
pure pleasure ... Tasting a stranger's cum in your mouth the next morning 
and not knowing his name ... Waking up in the morning and wanting to suck 
your husband into wakeful consciousness? If that was indeed the truth, she 
was an infant again! She was as innocent and morally unscathed as a two year 
old baby. Suddenly, Jackie felt a great sense of relief. There was no guilt, 
no shame at having made love to two strange men who'd come into her house 
under the guise of wanting to speak with her husband. No remorse, only 
gratitude for a lesson in loosening inhibitions and fears. Maybe, if she 
could learn more about sex, she could please Mike so that he wouldn't have 
to look for satisfaction away from home. By upbringing and her own nature 
she was a shy, reserved human being. She had been raised in a quiet, 
up-state New York town where everyone knew the affairs of everyone else. 
There were no secrets, no excuses. You lived your life, made mistakes, and 
paid for those mistakes, but everyone was equal. No one was above question. 
And that's the way she chose to carry on her marriage, too. Honestly, 
accepting the responsibility for her actions and making the best of her 
mistakes. 

It had been her mistake not to open herself to the idea or oral lovemaking, 
and it had been her fault that Mike had to go elsewhere for it. Then, too, 
there was the matter of the unaccounted for $50 a week she'd been spending. 
Mike had been kind enough to not question her, but $200 a month was a lot to 
pay for learning to do something that should have come naturally. 

Armed with these resolutions and feeling a great relief at what could have 
amounted to a monotonous pain of guilt over her actions the night before, 
she let her hand slip down to the warm cave under the covers and search for 
the softness of Mike's flaccid penis. 

He woke up this time. With a deep rattle in his throat, he didn't open his 
eyes; instead, he instinctively rolled over on his back, his eyelids 
fluttering under the temptation to open his eyes, and fumbled with the lace 
yoke of Jackie's nightgown pulling it down to expose her warm breasts. 

She felt his hands cupping her breasts, sliding down her flanks, closing on 
the softly curved melons of her buttocks as he probed under her sleep-warm 
body. He flipped off the covers and slipped to his knees before she had time 
to kiss him on the lips. His arms went around her, drawing her close. His 
mouth trailed over the swell of her belly, as he held up her pale pink 
nightie with one hand. His tongue flicked around the triangle of softly 
growing pubic hair, sending shivers of delight through her young body. Its 
tip drove toward the pulsing pink slit and unconsciously she shifted, 
parting her legs as his hot breath caused the outer lips of her cunt to 
swell in anticipation. Then, abruptly, he said, "I'm going to lick you down 
there, Jackie." She sensed an air of impatient need in his voice but this 
time she wouldn't deny him. 

Unprotesting, she allowed herself to be pulled down prone on the bed. She 
hoped that none of the scent which the two strangers had left remained, then 
rationalized that any odors that might be there, her husband would attribute 
to himself and the musk he'd carried home from Mona. He pressed her back and 
began kissing her, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked and 
drew on it and her hand went to his thickening prick, stroking it lightly, 
deftly, playing with the loose foreskin, feeling the velvet surface of the 
blood-engorged head and the drop of moisture that was forming at the little 
mouth in its tip. She sighed and undulated her body as his fingers found the 
moistening lips of her pussy and parted them, seeking the clitoris. 

Then his avidly nibbling mouth was moving, closing on first one bare breast 
and then the other, while his tongue swirled at the rising nipples and his 
teeth nibbled their tenderly. Her legs closed tight on his probing hand, 
squeezing in passion and the darkening lips of her cunt began pulsing, 
opening to the skilled invasion of his fingers. 

"Uuuuh ... uuuhhh!!" She thrust up against him, hands tangling in his hair 
as his head moved slowly downward over her body. "Oooh ... yesss!" 

Her legs parted wide, offering him a feast of her nakedly exposed cunt. He 
hesitated, unable to believe this was happening. Then he moved, kneeling 
between her sweat-damp thighs, his moist mouth moving up her most sensitive 
flesh, the tip of his tongue tracing tiny circles on it as with his thumbs 
he pressed outward and parted the thinly hair-lined lips Of her pussy and 
stared at the pink, wetly pulsating inner walls. 

She could stand the sensation no longer. With a soft cry, she captured his 
head in her hands and drew it downward as her pelivs surged up to the 
descending mouth. The flat of his tongue licked hotly at her inner cuntal 
lips, and then it swirled, snake-like, deep int the eagerly waiting passage 
and his lips fastened tightly to the moist naked flesh. His head rose and 
fell with the spasmodic undulations of her body as her thighs went tight 
around his face and she whimpered with passion. His tongue withdrew 
momentarily from her tightly clenching cunt and sought then the tiny, erect 
bud of her clitoris and lashed it furiously and soft slurping sounds filled 
the room as he greedily Sucked the rising excited sexual juices which flowed 
freely from within her trembling body. 

"Aaah ... aaahh! My Goddd!!!" Jackie gasped, rolling on the bed, alternately 
opening her legs wide, then clenching them fast to the rhythmically bobbing 
head of her husband as his skilled mouth brought her to a rising pitch of 
ecstasy. "Mmmike ... MIKE, oh God, MMMIIIKKE!" 

Her fingers cupped his cum-slick face and she rubbed it over her cunt while 
his lips and tongue continued to tantalize her. She reached for his 
rock-hard cock, but couldn't get it in her hand. She was beginning to cum, 
reaching a high peak of lust, feeling herself flowing, knowing he was 
licking and sucking as fast as her young, wild body released its 
love-fluids. Her mind began drifting and she thought of Liza's oral 
lovemaking. It had been marvelous, and had taught her to accept, but this 
was different. This was a man, her man. She had to concede that Liza's mouth 
was more skilled, more gentle, but she had heard it was that way with a 
woman-that only a woman could really be exquisite with her tongue. A man, no 
matter how hard he tried, still had the distraction of his male cock waiting 
impatiently below. 

And now, within minutes, it would be up to her to do something about her 
husband's rampant cock. As one final orgasm shook her, she felt herself 
being drained, knew that her time had come. She cried out, a long, 
trembling, wild sound, let her nakedly thrashing young body have its will as 
her husband's tongue drove her to a final wild peaking. Then she went limp, 
falling back on the bed, arms and legs sprawled wide. She was gasping, her 
lips working like a fish's mouth, as he crawled up beside her and took her 
in his hard-muscled arms. She began to kiss and lick her cum from his mouth 
and face. 

"Oh, wow," he whispered. "I knew it could be that way. Didn't I try to tell 
you?" 

"Oh, you were right, darling," she whispered. "It's fantastic She couldn't 
tell him his was not the first mouth that had touched her cunt. 

She thought quickly. Now was the time to get it all out in the open, but in 
such a way as to maintain the sexual feelings running like a hot wire 
between them. She had to have an explanation, because what she had let him 
do was too out of character for the shy, blonde wife. It was too sudden a 
change. When Mike's passion had cooled, he would begin to think. She had to 
forestall that. 

In that moment, she decided to gamble. 

"I wanted to," she whispered, kissing him tenderly. "For a long time I 
wanted to. But I couldn't let myself. Then-" she looked him squarely in the 
eyes, "-I realized you were doing it with other women. That it was something 
you have to do. I was afraid of losing you. I finally talked to a woman. I 
could have gone to a male therapist, but I thought...." 

"You what?" 

"I took $50 out of the allowance you give me, and I went to a therapist-a 
sex therapist to talk about my problem. She told me I should learn to 
experience the joys of sex...." 

Jackie lay there prone on the bed, her nightgown pulled up to her navel, her 
right breast hanging over the elastic casing of the lace yolk ... watching 
her husband's pupils dilate. 

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Let 
me get this straight. You went to a sex therapist because you knew I was out 
making it with other chicks?" 

"That's right ... And I don't feel bad about you doing that because 
obviously I wasn't satisfying you by just letting you fuck me. Anyway, Liza 
told me I should take you in the mouth and that I would love it." 

"I like this therapist. What's her name?" 

"Liza Tyrell ... she has a very nice office over on Jackson and third 
and...." 

Mike supressed a chuckle. Christ, Liza Tyrell had really made it if she was 
off the streets teaching sex behind closed doors. Maybe she was getting old; 
that happens to whores faster than to anybody else. He told his wife nothing 
of what was going on in his mind. "Baby, I want to do it ... for us...." 
Jackie kissed him deeply on the mouth, sliding her tongue between his lips, 
and the pressure of her young, trembling body turned onto his back. Her hand 
closed on the rigid staff of his cock and began to pump it slowly, peeling 
the foreskin back. She could feel the stickiness of the cum which had seeped 
from it while he had been tongue-fucking her to orgasm. She bent over him, 
her lips soft and hot and wet, and began to kiss his body, sending hr tongue 
on a sensuous path over the hard muscle ridges of his chest and belly. She 
knelt by his hips and slowly lifted his cock. Then, lips quivering in lewdly 
rising excitement, she bent and kissed the swollen, glistening head. She 
heard him sigh and knew it would be all right. 

Tentatively her tongue slid out, over the velvety roundness. She knew he was 
bigger than either of the two men. She licked slowly down the length of the 
staff to the base and then around the balls, enveloping them one at a time 
in the wet, warm cavern of her mouth, then moved upward, along the 
underside, her lips closing in little, wet kisses as the tip of her tongue 
teased hotly round the ridge at the base of the head and circled it until it 
glistened and she could taste the strong masculine flavor of him. His hands 
cupped her head, fingers tangling in the blonde, curling mass of her hair. 

Her lips parted wide and closed on the lustfully throbbing tip and she 
sucked him wetly and warmly up inside over the ovaly contoured top of her 
hotly licking tongue. 

"Aaahhh!" he whispered softly, all of the concerns of a hellish four days at 
work relieved now. 

Tongue swirling, she drew his rampant cock deeper into her avidly working 
lips, lowering her head slowly, measuring it, loving the hot, throbbing 
length of it as it probed around in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. She 
sucked hard and drew back, tongue wrapping itself around the tumescently 
pulsating hardness. She shifted slightly, changing the angle of her head so 
as to absorb more of him, and began to run her head up and down in long, 
slowly deepening strokes, drawing deeply on her husband's wildly excited 
cock, meeting the involuntary undulations of his hips and pelvis that, with 
each movement, drove deeper into her mouth until the smooth rubbery head was 
pushing past her tonsils, deep into the warmly compressing confines of her 
throat. She started to gag, then caught herself and controlled the spasm. 
Finally, with one determined plunge of her head, seh had taken all of him. 
He was buried to the base of her mouth. She lay unmoving for a few minutes, 
adjusting to the foreign presence. Then, with a wild, twisting, bobbing, 
tongue-thrashing movement, she began to suck him eagerly. Little purring 
sounds came deep from her throat, and her fingers closed around the hairy 
sack of his semen-heavy balls. She worked her finger deep into the open 
crevice of his buttocks and probed the tight, circular little ring of his 
anus, feeling him tremble and hearing him cry out softly. 

His hands were massaging her bobbing head, drawing on the curls of her hair. 
She had found the rhythm and with each stroke, she drew back until only the 
hotly pulsating head remained between her hungrily sucking lips, then dove 
forward, gulping all of him down while his hand parted her legs and played 
with her wetly dampened young 

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he gasped. 

She let his saliva glistening cock slide from her passion-heavy mouth and 
quickly slid up on the bed to kiss him wetly on the lips, letting him taste 
his own juices. 

"Not yet," she whispered. "I feel like I can cum, too, if you hold off a 
little." 

She was panting, short of breath. She knelt over him, slowly working his 
cock between her hands until she detected a slight softening, then bent to 
her task again. This time she confined herself to kissing and licking the 
heavily throbbing shaft for a long time, hardly taking it into her mouth, 
while she let her own sensations flow, felt the heat spreading through her 
belly and knew that she could make it with him. Then she engulfed the 
rigidly pulsating rod of flesh back in her mouth in earnest, tonguing and 
sucking furiously, twisting her head, feeling the length of it whip around 
the greedily gulping interior of her mouth until her husband was crying out 
raggedly, trying to hold down her wildly bobbing head while she drew on it 
ferociously and raked it with her tiny teeth. She began to tremble all over 
as her own orgasm began and she was savage, relentless in her sucking and 
tonguing until she felt it get even bigger and harder between her 
voraciously nibbling lips. 

The quick, thick spurting of the heated white cum almost took her by 
surprise, and she had to swallow hard and fast to absorb it as the warm 
creamy jets of hot male liquid spilled wildly into her greedily sucking 
mouth. Her hand milked the spurting staff desperately and it was out-lined 
against the tightly compressed cheeks of her face as, after a long moment, 
the gushing ended and she felt it beginning to soften between her lips. Her 
head sank deep into his lap and she continued to suck and swallow it deep 
down in her belly until his balls were drained and there was no more he 
could give her. 

Jackie sucked at the now soft, small cock until Mike drew her up on the bed 
to him. He kissed her deeply, drawing on her tongue and tasting the 
aftermath of his cum in her mouth, while her young body slowly came down 
from its peak, the tremors of her diminishing orgasm still making her breath 
come unevenly. 

"Oh, my," he said finally. "What's the name of that woman therapist again? I 
think I want to thank her personally." 

"Oh, no you don't!" teased Jackie. "You've got me, remember?" 

"More of you than I ever had before," he sighed, satisfied. He reached for 
his cigarettes. "Smoke?" 

"Yes-I think I will." 

He lit two and handed her one. The lazy column of smoke swirled in the air 
and he balanced a big ashtray on his flat, hard-muscled stomach. His free 
hand moved slowly down to her still, passion-swollen pussy lips and fingered 
them lightly. 

"So you've been seeing a therapist, right?" 

"That's right. Any complaints?" 

"Complaints? Shit! That was fantastic." 

"Better than what you get down at the club?" she said without thinking. 

Mike snickered noncomittally and took a long pull on his cigarette. "Yeah," 
he said at last. 

Jackie was not too bothered that her husband had had other women frequently. 
She had known he was a randy guy when she married him. But she felt 
confident in knowing that all the women he had known and would know, she was 
the one he would come home to and really love. With the others it would be a 
physical thing. The fact that he had repeatedly refused to give up his 
low-paying job to sell dope and pander women, was proof enough. She was no 
strange to the goings on down at the club. Jackie had listened to her 
husband on the telephone too many times to know his involvement had been 
nothing other than straight. He had a job to do, and he did it, indulging 
only when necessary in the side benefits-like Mona, for instance. She knew 
that no woman, no matter how skilled and abandoned with her body, would take 
him away. So, what hurt was involved she had buried deep within her, 
resolving never to think of it or to make an issue of it. 

And, with an honesty rare in a woman, she had admitted to herself that her 
previous reluctance in certain areas of sex had been her fault, not his. 
Certainly Mike had always been both a skillful and considerate lover. God 
knew he could have forced his cock into her mouth, as that stranger had done 
last night. But rather than do that to her, he had gone to other women he 
knew for this kind of relief. Well, she thought with a faint smile, I don't 
think he's going to go back to Mona. But if there was one thing, one quality 
about Mike that his blonde headed wife did not understand, it was double 
standard. He liked his women sultry and wanton, but his wife had to be prim 
and shy. That she refused to understand. 

"Liza ... that's the name of my therapist...." Mike coughed to camouflage 
his chuckle, thinking how coincidental it was that his wife should pick out, 
from all the names in the phonebook, the one woman who'd taught his 
part-time girl friend to fuck in the ass! It was too preposterous for words. 

"What's so funny?" asked Jackie, sitting up on her elbows. 

"Nothin," he answered with a straight face. 

"Do you even care to hear? I mean if it's not important we can talk about 
something else." 

"No, please continue." 

"She told me that what you wanted to do was natural-and that it could be 
very good for both of us. I didn't believe her at first, because of what my 
mother did to support us when we were kids and Daddy was killed in the war. 
I didn't think love made any difference, but she me that it was different 
with a man you love." 

"But how did you learn so fast?" 

Jackie drew in a lungful of smoke, buying time. Should she tell him? No. 
"She told me just how to do it," Jackie went on. "You know how to use my 
lips and tongue and sense what you would like me to do next. I thought about 
it a long time, and decided I would try." She stubbed out her cigarette and 
ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair. "And I guess it was just 
instinctive, that's all," she conceded with a hidden smirk. 

"You're great with your mouth, baby," Mike conceded. 

Yes, he thought. She sure as hell is. He said nothing. Instead, he puffed on 
the last drag of the cigarette and left his mind wander. He thought that 
Jackie had been more than a neophite at cocksucking. Christ, she was a 
goddamned expert! He knew from long experience of being around whores at the 
club that sucking a prick was an art which took a lot of learning in almost 
all cases. But Jackie's tongue had done its job to perfection. She had never 
let him feel the raking of her teeth, except as a light, momentary 
titillation. She had alternated deep sucking with gently letting his cock 
slip in and out of her tightly puckered lips, so as to bring him to the 
point of cumming and then keeping him there so long he was ready to cry out 
with the need for instant release, and then not draining him unil he had 
reached the ultimate peak and couldn't have held back another second. 

Yes, she had been unbelievably good. He couldn't let his suspicious mind 
wander. Jackie broke his reverie for him. 

"How are things goin' down at the club since that girl. What was her name 
... Janet? ... was beaten up? Any idea who did it?" She rolled over onto her 
side, resting her head in the cup of her palm. 

"Naw. No idea who got her." He paused long enough to stub out his cigarette 
and pick up the ashtray from its precariously balanced perch, and set it 
next to the clock on the bedside table. He slipped his hands behind his head 
and stared up at the ceiling. "I'm about ready to get out of the business, 
Jackie. I've just about had it." 

"Yeah? How come?" Mike had always loved his work, loved it too much. 
Sometimes he wouldn't come home until three or four in morning, walking 
around the lushly furbished emptiness, dreaming of what he would do with the 
club if it belonged to him. No pandering, no dope dealing. It would take 
money and time and he had been saving. 

"I'm tired of the whole goddamned mess." Mike shook his head and sighed 
exasperatedly. This whole business with Janet getting herself messed up is 
going to blow the lid off the kettle. I don't know, maybe it's a good 
thing." 

"How's that?" asked Jackie, toying with a strand of hair, concentrating on 
her husband's concern. 

"Mona suspects Janet was turning some tricks on her own and got busted with 
her hands too far above the belt. Seems she tried to rip him off of his 
watch and wedding ring. But it doesn't make any difference now if the press 
finds out about it and decides to sensationalize. The public's got a short 
memory and no patience. Once they get wind of what's going on in the club, 
they won't care if it had a damned good reputation for the past twenty 
years." His raspy voice revealed the tension, the strain of the past four 
days. 

"What about if you were to catch the man who did it? Do you have any leads?" 
asked Jackie, sharing her husband's dilemma. 

"Oh, hell. We have an idea what happened, but Christ, we can't call in any 
cops." He ran his strong fingers through his thick dark hair and stroked his 
forehead. 

"Who?" Jackie flopped over on her stomach and pulled her nightie up to cover 
her bare breast. 

"Mona found a card lying on the floor next to Janet. Seems the guy must have 
gotten drunk and made another date with her. Probably later found his ring 
and watch gone and followed her, then nailed her." Mike reached for the 
ashtray and his cigarettes, and pulled the sheet up to cover his naked 
stomach. "The business card was from a local place here-called Bettel 
Corporation. We'll hang onto it in case the cops come in." 

"Mmm," purred Jackie, reaching out to remove the unlit cigarette from her 
husband's mouth "I think you need a hug." 

Mike pulled his wife down to his chest, stroking her baby soft hair. "Youre' 
a hell of a woman, Then he thought of Mona and how different Jackie and Mona 
were: Mona, brassy and open sexually; Jackie, reserved and gentle. And 
Mona's suggestion came to mind. Sodomzing his wife was a sweet idea, but he 
had some strong doubts. So far as he knew, Jackie had no idea that such 
things happened between men and women. It had taken him much too long just 
to get his cock in her mouth and his tongue in her pussy, but from his own 
experience, he thought that every woman at least knew about oral love, even 
if they didn't do it. But getting buggered, well that was a whole new route, 
and he knew not too many of them went for it, except, possibly, as a far out 
change from their normal sex life. Even the whores down at the club would 
turn that trick, and then they charged extra. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Two hours later Milton Berry and his executive vice president, Sam Haggarty, 
sat sipping office-percolated coffee from styrofoam cups. The secretary 
slipped in unnoticed, set the morning's mail on the corner of the 
president's desk, next to his gold-plated name sign. Both men had had their 
backs to the silent intruder and turned in time to see her sleek black 
sheathed form disappear through the doorway. Fortunate too, for their 
conversation was not intended for virgin ears.... 

"You really think we got her, huh?" smirked Sam confidently. He shook his 
head and snickered. "Jesus, what a pair of lips that dame's got. Mike can't 
be too goddamned bright if he's leaving that hunk of dynamite home alone." 

Milton slurped his coffee and, with a handkerchief from his breast pocket, 
dabbed at a spill that smeared, the plaid of his necktie. His double chin 
drooped over his starched shirt collar and his usual unctuous voice was 
muffled under the strain of his labor. "Yeah, she sure as hell knows how to 
give a guy a blow job." Milton's belly rose and fell with a deep chuckle. 
"With those photos she sure as hell isn't gonna think twice if we ask for 
more...." 

Sam sat up straight, his smirk growing into a lewder grin. "What you got in 
mind, Milt?" He sat on the edge of his chair now. 

"Just like I say. She's got the most beautiful ass I've seen in a hell of a 
long time, and I plan to get some before I'm too damned old to get it up 
anymore. Wanna go out with a bang, if you know what I mean." Milt refolded 
the soiled hankerchief, folding the stain inside, and stuffed it back into 
his pocket, and patted it flat. 

"You mean you want to ... fuck her in the ass?" Sam sounded doubtful. 
"Jesus, maybe I'm gullible, but I believe her when she said she'd never 
sucked a cock before. So she did it, and was a damned good sport, too. But 
fucking her in the ass ... I don't know...." 

"She'll fuckin' love it, I know those proud cunts." The president of Bettel 
Corporation took another slurp of his coffee, winced, and said, "What you 
say we give the little lady a call? Or are you man enough to take another 
whack at it?" 

* * * 

"No! Absolutely not! I will not see you or your friend again, and no, I 
didn't think you had the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," Jackie said 
sharply into the phone, and an involuntary twitching in her loins at the 
sound of Milton Berry's voice. "If you bother me anymore, I'm going to call 
my husband." 

"No you won't, Mrs. Carmichael," Milt said confidently. "I only want to get 
everything clearly understood, pretty girl. We've made those photos into a 
film-so you know where you stand. His voice sounded scornful and 
incriminating. "You wouldn't want him to see them, now would you?" 

"You bastard," spat the blonde haired wife, defiantly. It was not her habit 
to swear. 

"I don't know how you can say that after the good time the three of us had 
together. Now, I want you to meet my friend and me for drinks tonight after 
work. Nothing dangerous about it, hon. We'll meet you at the Hotel 
Darlington in the bar. They've got a good little combo down there on Friday 
nights. Oh, and bring a friend if you like. There's only one thing better 
than a threesome, and that's a four-some," he chuckled at his own vile humor 
and hung up. 

"I think you blew it," said Sam, his smirk now faded to a pale grimace. 

"What the hell you talkin' about, Sam? We'll have a couple a drinks to get 
her loosened up and take a room for the night. Christ, if we treat her like 
a lady, she'll----" 

He stopped as the vice president waved a sheet of paper before his face. 
"Better read this first." 

Milton Berry snatched the letter from his vice president's hands and leaned 
back in his plush leather executive chair, his jaws working nervously as he 
read. 

"Ah, shit," he grunted at last, massaging his temples with his pudgy 
fingers. "Wouldn't you just know it? The fuckin' bastard decided to do the 
deal anyway." He threw the letter down on the desk among the pile of Bettel 
Corp. addresses and sighed with tension. For a silent moment, he stared out 
the window over the city's skyline and chewed on his thumbnail. 

"I only read the first line about his finding the contract in his attache 
case and wanting to do the deal. He say anything about the girl who rolled 
him for his watch and wedding ring?" Sam drummed his fingers nervously on 
the arm of his chair and crossed his legs to shift positions. Unlike the 
president of the corporation, Sam was far leaner and his buttocks was 
silently reminding him of that fact. 

"Says he figures it was his fault for getting so drunk, and that he 
contacted his home office in Minneapolis and they want to go ahead and do 
the deal." 

Sam wrinkled up his patrician nose. "That makes sense. They wouldn't be too 
pleased if they knew a employee of theirs was out getting drunk and laid 
while he's supposed to be doing business." The observation seemed to relieve 
some of the tension in the room; they had the solace of knowing all was not 
lost. 

"You believe this?" Milt held up the letter and chuckled, shaking his head. 
"'. ... As for my wedding ring and watch, I will not hold you personally 
responsible. It was due to my own negligence that the watch was lifted, 
though it holds great sentimental value for me. I can accept it's loss. 
However, my wife will never understand how I managed to loose both. 
Therefore, I would appreciate it if your company would absorb the loss of my 
ring by having another made (same description, same diamond carat).' " 

* * * 

Within minutes of the time her blackmailers had contacted her Jackie was on 
the telephone to her sex therapist asking for help. 

"Just a minute, Mrs. Carmichael," a sweet voice apologized. "Miss Tyrell is 
with a patient. Can I tell her to call you when she's through?" 

"Please," Jackie set the receiver back on its cradle with trembling fingers, 
her heart pounding in her chest. 

Not certain she had done the right thing by contacting her therapist, she 
poured herself a shot of scotch to bolster her courage. What would Liza 
think of her predicament, and what could the woman do to help her? After the 
first shot, she felt more confident, and after the second had burned its way 
down her gullet, she knew she'd done the right thing. Liza had already saved 
her marriage, and maybe she could do something about her honor, too. 

The telephone burrrrred on its cradle and Jackie lunged for it. The 
mellifluous voice of Liza Tyrell, sounding confident and calm as usual 
flowed over the phone. "What's the problem, Jackie? I thought everything was 
going very well for you." 

"It is. Too well...." 

She explained the situation, sparing no details and was shocked at the lack 
of exclamation as Liza said matter-of-factly. "Let me go with you. They said 
for you to bring a friend, right?" 

"Yes, but isn't that a little above the call of duty? I mean it's not like 
they're Robert Redfords or anything like that. God, one is fat and the other 
skinny. Not exactly attractive," she said, almost apologetically. 

"That's okay, baby. Hang tight and I'll pick you up. What time?" 

"Six." 

"Good. Now just remember: if they should call back, don't get riled, don't 
call them names. Play it cool. I have an idea we can settle this 
painlessly." 

The therapists' reassurance brightened the young woman's spirits as she 
poured herself another scotch up neat and set it on the rim of the tub as 
she ran her bathwater. 

At precisely six o'clock, a blue convertible pulled up outside of the 
Carmichael's house and the therapist jumped out, her arms laden with a box. 

Jackie was dressed and ready when she opened the door to let Liza in. 

"Hello, Jackie," said Liza cheerfully. "I've got a box full of tricks here. 
Call it Pandora's box if you want." She set it on the sofa and sat down 
beside 

"Can I offer you something to drink, Liza?" The blonde haired housewife felt 
self-conscious with her therapist in her own home. It hadn't been that way 
at the office, because that was a neutral place where she felt free to speak 
the truth and let her body speak freely, too. Too freely, she thought now 
seeing her female lover sitting in the same place where Jackie had made love 
to her husband several times while watching television. Somehow the change 
in characters made the young wife feel separated from herself and what she 
knew to be her role in life-a shy, modest housewife with no children and no 
profession. She shuddered involuntarily and camouflaged the horror of her 
predicament by a timely turn of the head. "A beer maybe?" She said abruptly. 

"No thank you, darling. I've brought a few refreshments with me...." She 
reached into the box and pulled out a bottle and held it up for Jackie to 
inspect. "It's fine stuff. Got it in Mexico last time I was in Acapulco. 
I've used it on patients who claim they have no sexual urges," she laughed. 
"I know there's a damiano in it, and there's a lot more. Something the 
Indians down there get from the mescal buttons. A mellow dope, nothing 
heavy. It's not going to get you drunk, and it's not an aphrodisiac-if you 
want the truth, there's no such thing, but there are drinks which will make 
you lose your inhibitions, and baby, now is the time to loose yours. This 
will make you feel kind of sexy, and right now that's what you need." 

Jackie winced and rested her forehead on the door jam in a mock feint. "Oh, 
how did I get into this, anyway?" 

"Come sit by me, baby and have a sip of this." She held out a small glass of 
the liquid and watched as Jackie made a face as she sipped. 

She wrinkled up her perky nose. She tried again; the taste was not so bad 
this time, and whatever was in it was certainly relaxing. 

"And now to get you super relaxed, a little Columbian gold should set you 
straight in no time." Jackie watched in awe as her sex therapist pulled out 
a celephane baggie from the box and a pack of wheat straw rolling papers, 
and expertly sprinkled a few pinches of the marijuana into the paper and 
rolled it up. She licked it to seal the paper, then brushed her hands clean. 
"There. Now a match and we're about ready." 

Jackie, who had smoked at parties in the past, picked up a match from the 
end table supply that sat handy in a decorated box and struck it. She took 
the slender cigarette and carefully lit it, drawing the smoke deep into her 
lungs, holding it. When she breathed again, she said, "This is really good 
stuff." 

"I knew you'd need some relaxing and some advice, Jackie. That's why I'm 
here." 

"But why would you want to help me out of this stupid predicament? God, it's 
almost embarrassing!" 

Liza smiled and rested the palm of her hand on Jackie's knee. "Listen, 
honey," she said thickly. "I've had my dealings with men in the past." The 
therapist looked into her patient's puzzled eyes. "This wasn't my first 
profession." Liza paused. "You've been so honest with me, I feeel I've been 
holding out on you. I used to be a whore...." She broke off to accept the 
joint from Jackie's fingers. 

"You what?" 

"You heard me, baby. I used to turn tricks, and believe me, if you want to 
learn about men, just try charging for it." 

"God, you don't seem like a ... a woman ... of the ... streets to me!" 
blurted Jackie, somewhat awed and confused. 

Liza laughed. "It's not the way it used to be; I mean the profession is at 
least recognized, but I got tired of being busted and decided to approach 
the subject from a more professional point of view." 

Jackie wasn't certain she comprehended the difference, but nodded 
understandingly anyway. She took another sip of the drink. The strong 
marijuana was making itself felt, too. Whatever the case, she was no longer 
nervous. She took another sip, this time emptying the glass, and then a long 
pull on the joint. She smiled and murmured, "Ummmm...." 

"The reason you were frightened of these men is because you're used to being 
protected, and there was nobody to protect you when that man showed up and 
told you to suck his cock. You sucked him off. No big deal, but I've a 
suspicion you liked it. You have a fantastically sensuous mouth, Jackie." 

Reticently, Jackie smiled. "You think we could have another joint? It's 
making me feel more relaxed." 

Liza needed no urging to roll another joint. She drew on the pungent acrid 
smoke and handed it to Jackie. Time was slowing down for Jackie, and so were 
her inhibitions. 

"As for the photos, don't worry. We find out his name and threaten to call 
his wife. That simple. There's no man alive who will risk his wife finding 
out for the sake of a couple of cheap photographs." 

"You sure of that?" Jackie giggled, feeling euphoric now. 

"I'd be willing to bet. The name of the sex game is please. Please him and 
there's nothing you won't be able to get out of him. That's why I'm going to 
dress you. Knock him out and he'll get clumsy and forget what he came for." 

"What about Mike?" wailed Jackie. "God, if he ever finds out what I'm doing 
with two strangers ... I don't want to talk about it." 

"Come on, now. Get that courage up. Trust me." 

The staggering figure of lithe Jackie Carmichael rose off the couch and 
paused at the entrance to the hallway, flirtatiously crooking her finger, 
motioning for Liza to follow her to the bedroom. The marijuana and alcohol 
had taken their toll on her equilibrium. 

Liza pulled the lustful looking garments from the box and followed the 
unsteady blonde down the hallway to the blue coolness of the bedroom. She 
laid the garment out on the bed and turned to Jackie. "I've brought 
something to help you get in the mood. How about slipping it on." 

Jackie's mind was swirling. "I've ... never seen anything like that before!" 
She winced. "I don't think I can wear that, Liza. I know you went to a lot 
of trouble to bring it, but...." 

"You feel so good-so feminine-when you wear things like this," Liza said. 
"Let me dress you." 

"Me? Oh, no! I couldn't," Jackie protested. 

Jackie tried to protest, but couldn't. Docilely, she allowed her therapist 
to ease her out of her dress and underthings, and then stood motionless 
while the young therapist stripped her naked. 

She turned to see herself nude in the mirrors of her dressing table, and she 
found herself admiring her body, with the slender legs, the tiny waist 
rising from the rich swell of her hips and buttocks, the full, ripe spheres 
of her breasts with the nipples unaccountably erect and tender to the touch. 

"First, the sheer black opera hose with the garter belt," Liza said. "Let me 
help you." 

Jackie had never worn a garter belt. She stood as Liza fastened it in place 
and then obediently sat on the, edge of the bed and drew the long, sheer 
hose up the sleek curves of her legs and smoothed up the fabric over her 
burning skin. They came high on her thighs, almost to the darkly curling 
pubic hair that covered her cunt. She fumbled with the snaps until Liza 
dropped to her knees beside her. 

"You haven't had much experience with this," Liza said. Her hands stroked 
Jackie's legs, getting the snaps of the elastic garters. "So lovely. You teh 
snaps of the elastic garters. "So lovely. You should wear hose whenever you 
can-it'll drive your husband wild." 

Then, without warning, her head moved forward and down and her soft, 
sensuous mouth closed on Jackie's cunt. Her tongue dipped into it, sought 
and found the tiny exposed clitoris and lashed it furiously. Jackie cried 
out softly and tried to escape, but Liza held her legs apart with strong 
hands and feasted hungrily on the young, innocent girl. Jackie's body tossed 
on the bed and her legs scissored, at first trying to get away, then 
opening, finally clasping the touseled head buried between them. She felt 
the explosion deep in her belly and her nakedly pierced cunt bucked up 
wildly against the devouring mouth even as her hands cupped the red head and 
drew it tighter between her wide held thighs She felt the flowing of the 
juices within her, knew they were spilling from her tantalized cunt into the 
wildly-gulping lips of the girl who knelt between her legs. She cried out 
and grasped her breasts and squeezed them until they hurt, and looking down 
she could see Liza's flushed face glistening with the whitish gleam of her 
cum. The euphoria of what she had had to drink and the marijuana cigarettes 
settled over her, and, feeling an all-consuming lassitude, allowed herself 
to be licked and sucked between her legs until the other girl was completely 
satiated, and lying weakly, trembling on her knees, between her widespread 
legs. She cradled the head that was buried in her crotch until Liza was able 
to rise and stand, swaying, glassy-eyed before her. 

"I-I couldn't help it," Liza said. "Was it good for you?" 

"Yes," Jackie whispered. "I loved it." 

"I won't do that again. I promise." 

"That's all right," said Jackie reassuringly. 

"Well, we'd better finish dressing you," Liza replied. Then she held up the 
black corset-like garment known as a Merry Widow. 

"My God, that's just like the one's the girls wear down at the club!" 

"Where did you say Mike works? It's not the Countryman's Club by any 
chance...." 

Jackie nodded silently. "You were a waitress down there? ... a dancer 
maybe?" 

"Let's say I did a little of each, neither very well." 

The garment fit Jackie like a second skin from the juncture of her breasts, 
squeezing her already-tiny waist in further, pushing her tip-tilted breasts 
up and out, leaving the nipples bare. 

They were still tender with passion, from moments before, the nipples 
themselves pointing out, the aureoles surrounding them dark with the blood 
that pulsed through her veins. Jackie wondered if she might be a true 
lesbian, because she responded so quickly to the caress of a woman, and was 
so eager to return it. But, she realized, she was equally quick to respond 
to a man, even a man who was brutal as the stranger had been. She stood, 
trembling, while Liza adjusted the Merry Widow on her, then lifted first one 
foot and the other to step into the whispy panties with the convenient 
slits, feeling deliciously whorish. Liza rose from her knees slowly after 
putting high-heeled shoes on her feet, stopping to lingeringly kiss each 
full, tender breast. Jackie held the other girl's head and drew her face up, 
but as she was about to kiss her on the lips, Liza drew back, offering her 
cheek. 

"Why did you pull back?" 

"We don't have time, Jackie. We've got to get to the hotel to win back your 
honor." 

* * * 

By the time Liza and Jackie reached the hotel, Jackie was floating on a 
soft, sensuous cloud of her own. The stopped at the valet's station long 
enough to slip the man a tip and turn over the car to him to park. With the 
trench coat pulled around her slender body, Jackie slipped through the 
revolving door of the hotel lobby and waited for Liza who seemed to be more 
under control than the giggling blonde. Word had been left at the desk for 
Mrs. Carmichael to head directly for Room 1311. A primp, plump desk clerk 
slipped her the key, a look of suspicion on her age-lined face. 

Taking her by the elbow, Liza guided Jackie down the hall to the elevator 
and waited for the doors to hiss open hydraulically. They got off on the 
thirteenth floor. 

Milt answered the door with a drink in one hand, and a cigar in the other. 
"Well, hello. Good of you to be on time, Mrs. Carmichael. And I see you've 
brought a friend." He grinned appreciatively at the full bosomed therapist, 
smiling as she brushed past. 

Sam was sitting on the bed pouring himself another shot of brandy. "Hello. 
Could I get you a drink?" 

Both accepted. 

There was no mention of photographs, no mention of money or black mail. But 
the small screen set up by the curtained windows did bring a conversation 
into action. 

"Are we going to watch films of your last year's camping trip, or what?" 
Liza wanted to know, sitting cross-legged on the bed sipping her drink. 

Milt, the spokesman for the two randies, laughed. "I hope you'll find it a 
bit more pleasing than that." Then, with the mere flicking of a few 
switches, the movie was projected on a screen. Causually, Milt and Sam 
undressed. Their cocks were not hard, and Jackie thought they must have been 
in this sort of situation before. With nods of heads and roving eyes, they 
switched places as if vying in for a seat in the game of "Musical Chairs." 
Milt took his place next to Jackie on the sofa, r while Sam held close to 
Liza on the bed. 

Sam freshened their drinks and resumed his seat next to Liza, who showed no 
sign of resistance as the lean man slipped his fingers down the gaping neck 
of her wrap-around dress to seek out the spiked out nipples of her breasts. 

Jackie sucked in her breath, expecting to see the image of herself on the 
flickering screen. In her shy dismay, her coat had gaped open, bringing a 
sigh of shock from Milt. "Jesus, baby. That's just about the sexiest thing 
I've ever seen on a woman. Stand up and let's have a look at that." 

For some unspeakable reasons, Jackie did not flinch at the request ... nor 
did she protest. With a salacious grin, she stood up, opening the coat and 
dropping in to the floor. Three mouths ovaled in shocked appreciation. She 
slumped down on the sofa, all reservations and shyness dissipated, and did 
not protest as Milt drew her hand to his cock as the screen flickered. 
Automatically, she pumped it and rolled the slowly swelling head sensuously 
between her fingers. Her mind seemed to be far away. All she was conscious 
of was her body and the relentlessly rising desire building like a slow 
moving forest fire down between her thighs. 

"Suck it a little," he ordered softly. 

Without hesitation, she twisted on the sofa until she could reach the rising 
staff and encompass it with her lips. She did it in such a way that she 
could still see the action unrolling on the screen. In the picture, a 
beautiful young girl who couldn't have been past her teens was depicted in a 
car at a drive-in movie. Her dress was hiked up above her hips and the front 
was open, baring her" full, young, rosy breasts to the hands and lips of the 
boy who was pressing her back against the seat. The boy's pants were down 
around his knees and his cock was rigid and trembling as he tried to get it 
into the soft silken fur of the girl's cunt. She was pretending to resist, 
squirming to get away. Then the boy rose up in the seat, held her head and 
rubbed the head of his cock over her cheeks and against her full, sensuous 
lips. Gradually the lips parted and his cock slid into her opening mouth. He 
pumped it into her but she began to choke and managed to get her head away. 
The camera came in close on his prick. It glistened with the wetness of her 
mouth. Then they were arguing. The car was an Oldsmobile, with a wide 
armrest which could be pulled down to to divide the seats. With much kissing 
and fondling, he manipulated her across it belly-down, and then moved in 
behind her. She tried to fight him off as he pressed his weight down against 
her, spreading her legs and buttocks wide, pressing the swollen head of his 
long, stiff cock against the tiny puckered anus. Then he lunged forward, and 
the huge tip pushed past the tightness of her sphincter muscle. The camera 
came in close on her face, registering the shock and surprise she felt at 
the penetration. Then there was a full shot of both of them, him fucking 
deeper and deeper into her, and the girl thrashing and gasping and faintly 
responding. His prick could be seen driving deeper and deeper into her 
asshole, until finally it was buried to the hilt and his balls were 
squashing flat against the spread moons of her buttocks. Slowly the girl 
began to arch her back and hump her asscheeks up at him as the slickly 
pistoning cock moved in and out of her, and her face mirrored the pleasure 
she was feeling. Within minutes, she was screwing back against him wildly, 
crying out for him to fuck her harder and deeper and her hands reached back 
to find him and pull him into her to the fullest. 

"Like this film? That's what's going to happen to you if you don't...." He 
stopped short and let his fingers trail over her body, working past the 
bottom of the Merry Widow and into her thin panties, into the softly 
yielding crevice of her buttocks, probing. Jackie trembled and involuntarily 
parted her legs. 

"Oooohhhh," Jackie murmured, moving to the touch of his fingers. One had 
slipped into the dampness of her pussy, and well-wetted, was working 
teasingly at the tight little ring of her anus. "I never knew girl's liked 
to have it there." 

"The first time should be with a man who knows how," he whispered. "Let's 
slide these panties off. I'll show you." His hand pulled at the fragile 
fabric, and for a moment she tried to resist, bringing her legs close 
together, "Relax, honey. I won't let you get hurt," he whispered. 

Above the crackling of the screen, Jackie could hear someone talking. She 
raised her head to see Liza motioning to her. "Hey, why don't you come over 
here? There's plenty of room." 

Jackie took the hint and clambered over to the bed near Liza who was lying 
beside them now, her long legs wrapped 'tight around Sam, who was slowly 
sliding his long, curving cock from her well-lubricated cunt. "Let's take 
them off and put a pillow under your hips and you just lie on your tummy and 
watch the screen," whispered Liza. 

Jackie found herself helpless to resist as Liza and Sam slipped the panties 
down her legs. Liza slid a thick pillow down on the bed and rolled Jackie 
over on it, so it was under her hips, raising her nakedly curved young 
buttocks up toward the mirrored ceiling. In the other of the well-placed 
mirrors, Jackie could see her full breasts hanging free, and the rich curves 
of her hips and buttocks. She was afraid Milt would jerk her legs apart and 
get on top of her, pinning her helplessly beneath him while he fucked his 
cock deep into her ... but he didn't. 

As a new film, again featuring sodomy began, he merely lay beside her, 
sliding his hand over the full length of her sensuously reclining body, 
occasionally leaning over to kiss her ear or the back of her neck while his 
storng, deft fingers moved over her now nakedly stripped ass cheeks and up 
between her thighs to titillate lewdly at her helplessly exposed cunt. She 
could not help responding, and when he leaned over her and began to slither 
his tongue wetly over the smoothly rounded moons of her buttocks and down 
the thinly shadowed crevice to the moistly trembling slit of her cunt, she 
voluntarily parted her legs and raised her nakedly quivering ass cheeks 
higher to make herself more available to his hotly working mouth. 

He buried his face in her flesh, and she writhed as his tongue probed her 
secret crevices like an angrily writhing snake. She had neither the will nor 
desire to resist when finally he moved down and gently drew her legs apart 
and knelt back between them, his face moving lower down her backside. He was 
pressing the softly yielding cheeks of her buttocks wide part with his 
thumbs and his wetly curling tongue was circling her asshole and then 
worming moistly up into it, probing and twirling, and she was grinding 
lewdly back at him and whimpering, begging him to do more. 

Then, looking in the mirror, she saw Liza and Sam. Liza was on knees and 
elbows, the naked white cheeks of her buttocks spread wide too. Sam moved in 
behind her, his huge throbbing cock in his hand. He placed it against Liza's 
anus and pressed forward. As easily as if it had been her cunt, the girl's 
asshole parted as she absorbed the entire length of the man's rigidly 
throbbing cock in one smooth stroke, sighing with pleasure as it drove up 
inside her wide stretched rectal passage to its full depth. She rotated her 
ass wildly as it began to fuck slowly, regularly, in and out of her. There 
was no mistaking the expression of pleasure on Liza's face. 

Suddenly, Jackie wanted more than the tongue deep up inside her hungering 
young rectal passage. She moaned desperately in ecstatic arousal and kneeled 
herself up on all fours, spreading her asscheeks wide in lewd invitation, 
bracing herself on her elbows as Liza was doing. It was then that she felt 
the huge pulsating head of the unidentified man's cock center on her tiny 
puckered anal hole, and instinctively she tightened it as strongly as she 
could; but her partner knew what to do. He smacked her buttocks sharply with 
the flat of his hand, and she cried out in pain and shock. But in that 
instant of involuntary relaxation, he drove forward into her, ramming past 
the vainly resisting barrier of her sphincter muscles, until the 
thick-ridged head was lodged thickly up inside the smooth rubbery walls of 
her hungrily stretched rectum. 

"Aaagh!" she cried out. "Oooh God, Noooo!!" Tears welled from her eyes as 
the sudden, unexpected pain came rippling like a slicking sword through her 
futilely jerking body. Oh God, she thought wildly through her pain wracked 
mind, it had looked so easy with Liza. 

"Easy, baby. Just relax. It won't hurt. It'll feel fine," he whispered in 
her ear. "Just grind your hot little ass back at me when I fuck into you." 

He did not try to deepen his thrust at first, but slowly rocked his hard, 
experienced body back and forth over her. She found that by going loose and 
moving with him, the pain diminished and in its place a hot, burning 
pleasure was building. She was able to relax herself, and in a few minutes 
was pushing her widely stretched little rectal hole back at him harder, and 
gradually, a fraction of an inch at a time, his long, thick cock was working 
up deeper into her voluntarily engulfing bowels. It seemed to be endless, 
but looking in the mirror at the side of the bed, she could see by the 
whitely glistening length of his cock still protruding out from back between 
her open buttock cheeks that he was only halfway in. But each rocking of 
their bodies was only brought more of him up inside her, and while it seemed 
her body was being filled to exploding, her pelvis split by the strange 
intrusion, it was so new, so wild, so different, she wanted now with all her 
drug-driven passion to experience it all. She moaned softly down into the 
mattress and began to rotate her ass back against him with each stroke, felt 
the hot rod of flesh reaming relentlessly away at her back hole, and 
luxuriated in the lewd humiliation and degradation of this sworn enemy of 
hers doing it to her for the first time. There was still pain, or at least 
discomfort, but it was far outweighed by the hot, churning staff worming 
deeper and deeper around up inside her that felt so good! She discovered the 
man was anticipating every move she made. She tossed her hair clear of her 
eyes and looked back at him, wondering who he was ... why he had chosen her, 
and what her husband had to do with any of it. She tossed her hair clean of 
her eyes and looked back at him with her lust contorted young face so that 
he could see the effect he was having on her. 

"Fuck! Fuck your cock all the way in!" she pleaded. 

"It might hurt a little if I fuck it in too fast," he warned. 

"I don't care. I want all of it up in me!" 

"Okay, baby. Here goes!" 

His strong hands-grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging deep into the smoothly 
gyrating moons of her buttocks, and he held her tight. He drew his cock back 
out of her until only the hugely bulging head of it was still lodged up in 
the tightly clenching ring of her anus. He drew a deep breath, then, with a 
heavy grunt, drove violently forward. 

"Aaaaggg-g-g-!" she cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as the full 
length of his thick rod plunged deep up into the damp rubbery walls of her 
rectum without the slightest mercy. "Oh, God! You're ripping me open!" 

Tears ran from her eyes. She felt her belly must burst. It did not seem 
possible that a man's cock could go so far up into her body from any 
direction, but it was there and she was totally and helplessly impaled. 
Through wetly brimming eyes, she could see Liza a couple of feet away, on 
hands and knees, easily churning her naked buttocks back hungrily as the 
lean man pumped into it. Liza looked over at her patient and through 
ecstatically responding lips smiled weakly in a way that said she was 
finally initiated, she had succeeded once more in overcoming sexual 
inhibitions. 

Milt held Jackie's helplessly trembling hips until the girl had control over 
her movements again, and then he began to slowly fuck up into the soft, 
rubbery confines of her back passage, going deep, rotating it around inside, 
but doing it slowly at first, then increasing the tempo as the young, 
slavishly kneeling girl responded. She had become loose, and was twisting 
and bucking back to meet each stroke, panting and gasping. Deep inside, she 
felt an orgasm building, and she realized the heaviness of his sperm-filled 
balls with every stroke. The lewd, masochistic sensation of kneeling down 
like a slut before this apeish man was driving her wild. 

"Oh God," she gasped. "Reach down under me and play with my pussy!" 

"No, let me do it to you," Liza groaned. And Milt was crying out too, 
fucking harder and faster and his balls were drawing up and his cock getting 
bigger and harder at the moment when he exploded out his hotly flooding cum 
deep up into her hungrily churning belly. He buried himself deeper and in a 
moment, the thick, sticky whiteness of his orgasm was seeping back out from 
Jackie's still tightly clenched rectal lips, down the smoothly trembling 
crevice of naked buttock flesh, to the therapist's greedily licking mouth 
and tongue. 

The four of them lay in a tangled mass of sweat-drenched flesh, all 
satiated, all weak, and groaning. Sam separated himself long enough to mix 
fresh drinks and bring them to the bed. 

"Honey, you're good fuckin'," Milt said to Jackie. 

"Too good to let go home so soon," called out Sam. "My turn now." 

"Honey, I think this may be worth two years of therapy," winked Liza 
knowingly. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Are you sure? Bettel Corporation?" Jackie was incredulous, but there was 
hope. 

"Positive. That's what it says on his card." Liza's voice sounded jubilant 
over the telephone. 

"Who did you....?" 

"I told you I knew how to handle men like this...." she paused to read the 
name from the card...."this Milton Berry." 

"But the photographs ... you said you had the photographs, too." 

Liza chuckled into the phone. "Yes, I must say those men disappointed me, 
Jackie. I'm sure this is the first time either of them have ever attempted 
blackmail." 

"What makes you think that?" Jackie clutched the receiver tight in her 
petite fist, wondering how in heavens name she could explain her bruised 
legs to her husband. Certainly he wouldn't believe she fell. No one ever 
gets bruised on the inside of their thighs, unless.... 

"I stashed the attache case under the bed until after they left ... they 
were too drunk to notice it missing anyway ... and took a look at the 
photos. Must say, Jackie, you are photogenic. As a matter-of-fact I saved 
them in case you want to put them in your photo album." 

Jackie winced on the other end of the phone. "But what about the negatives? 
They said they were going to make them into a film?" she asked desperately. 

"That's nonsense. Anybody knows there is no negative with a Polaroid print. 
I've got the originals, so don't worry, honey." 

Jackie slumped into the chair with a movement that might have been a sigh. 
"Liza, how can I ever thank you for everything you've done. My God, I feel 
like a new person. I mean everything's changed since I met you ... my 
relationship with Mike, my sex life, everything!" 

Liza, sitting at her office desk, looked down at the lewd photographs of her 
graduated patient whose sensuous lips were wrapped around the president's 
cock like she was trying to dissolve it in her hot mouth. "If I could just 
keep these photos ... Jackie, they're fantastic. I think I'd like to try 
using them in therapy; they certainly are stimulus enough to make anybody 
want to make love." 

* * * 

Jackie spared no detailes that night after the dinner dishes had been washed 
and cleared; it was time for bed. Jackie had on nothing but a thin 
transparent nightgown, knowing that the hint of her fine, lithe body 
underneath excited Mike as she walked around. Better still, it might open 
his mind to accepting the god-awful truth that in the past week she'd made 
love to her female therapist, had sucked a stranger's cock before her 
husband's, and had been indulging in anal sex. It would sound like something 
out of a cheap men's magazine when she finally admitted to the degradations. 
The only thing that would save her marriage would be her willingness. For 
that's what had started the whole damned mess, wasn't it? 

Mike Carmichael had come back from the club bushed, his face and manner 
showing how dog-tired he was. The boss was due in from Chicago in four days, 
and he had not yet decided which would win the man's favors-the truth or 
lies. But after a couple of drinks and the fine food his loving wife had 
prepared and the semi-nude parading all evening-especially the latter-it was 
obvious to her that her husband was bubbling with life. His pants were 
tightly bulged, and as she bent over him to kiss his lips and interrupt the 
movie on TV, his hand came up underneath her gown, pushing the hem abruptly 
up her thighs before she could resist. 

"Oh, you beast!" she jumped forward trying to escape the playful fingers 
coursing their way along the sensitive parts of her legs. "Stop it, Mike, 
please!" She giggled, knocking the glass of wine she was serving him. 
"Ooooh, God, Mike!" 

Mike grinned and continued his rummaginag between his wife's legs, laughing 
aloud at the same time. "Hell, it's been a day and a half since I laid you, 
love." 

"Mike," she started, "there's something I have to talk to you about." 

Mike grinned his broad grin again and placed his hand on her buttocks, 
massaging the soft, tender flesh. She looked at him coyly as he continued 
the teasing ministrations. Jackie gritted her teeth as she felt the old 
feeling drifting slowly through the tips of her nerves. She was lucky to 
have Mike as a husband and he took good care of her, in spite of his 
filandering ways. 

"Oooohh," she moaned again as her mind returned to reality. Mike's hand was 
running the full length of her soft, white cuntal crevice, sending chills of 
sensation rippling across her skin. He grabbed her and pulled her down in 
the lap. 

"Say, what's the name of that sex therapist again? Christ, she must be a 
hell of a teacher. What does she use? Movies?" he chided, "Honey," she said 
as sweetly as April lilacs. "Can we go into the bedroom? There's something I 
want to talk to you about." 

Mike's grin faded as he saw the serious look in her dulled eyes. 

"Sure.".... 

She left out no details, telling him of the two men who had broken into her 
house and taken photographs of her. Wizened from sessions with Liza, she 
told the truth ... at least parts of it. When Mike asked her why they had 
taken photographs, she carefully skirted the issue, saying she had been 
undressing in the living room. She related the blackmail, the meeting at the 
hotel where Liza had snuck out with the attache case containing the 
photographs. 

"Any idea who they were?" He asked, paling. 

"Liza found a card, that's all. One-the tall one-was named Sam, and the 
other one-the fatter one-must be Milton Berry because that's what the card 
said." 

"What card?" Mike suddenly sparked with interest. 

"The business card, silly. He's president of Bettel Corporation. She stopped 
"Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"Bettel? Shit! Are you sure?" He was sitting up straight now. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked, following his example 
and sitting up cross-legged on the bed. 

"It just so happens that's the same card the man who beat up Janet left with 
her." He patted her on the knee and picked up the telephone with the other 
hand. "Baby, I think you just saved my job." 

A telephone, call to Mona confirmed his suspicions. Together they surmissed 
the man must have slipped her the incriminating card, then after discovering 
his jewelry missing, clubbed her over the head. As for Jackie's two 
visitors, they were probably trying to get revenge. The rest was a mystery. 
At least now nobody would be going to the cops ... unless of course he did 
... for rape. 

Jackie didn't want to testify in court, and understandably so. 

"Where did they make love to you?" That was an issue that still hung heavy 
in the air. A man's jealousy is not easily rationalized, even in cases of 
rape. 

Jackie's glass slipped from her hand, but she caught it in time. "Ah, the 
usual, you know," she said wincingly. 

"How did they do it? Did they tear your clothes off, or try to seduce 
you...?" He shrugged his shoulders, his face reddening with a rage he 
struggled to conceal. He pounded one clenched fist into the pillow. "The 
bastards! I can't stand the thought of anybody touching you." 

"I think I need a hug," Jackie said softly. 

"Oh, Baby." 

"Let's lie quietly and you hold me, okay?" she whispered with her soft, baby 
blue eyes. 

Lying on the bed, she backed up to him, fitting herself to the curve of his 
body as he turned the bed lamp low. His big hand moved slowly over her satin 
flesh, cupping the peaks of her breasts as his lips nuzzled her neck and 
ear. She sighed softly and pushed back against his rising cock, and it 
rubbed high on her thighs, finding the softly curling bush of her pubic 
hair, slowly prodding at her pussy as she slowly moved her body in unison. 
His fingers found the hot, swelling outer lips of her cunt and parted them, 
rubbing the rising bud of her clitoris. When contact was made, she thrust 
her warmly quivering tail back at him demandingly, and under the stimulation 
of his hand, the juices of sudden excitement began to flow from her. He 
eased the tip of his cock toward her and she moved, lifting her upper leg, 
so it slipped from behind her up into the warmly enfolding crevice of her 
buttocks. 

How many times had he tried to just rub it in there in the past and been 
rebuffed sharply? Mike thought. But now she seemed to be welcoming it. He 
held the hardening length of his cock in the tightly encasing crease that 
now was becoming slick with her cuntal secretions, feeling the blood pulsing 
more quickly now through his veins. Slowly she began to undulate the firmly 
contoured curves of her buttocks back against him, and her small hand 
reached back, to hold the head of his rock-hard prick directly against her 
tiny pulsing anus. His big arm circled her waist and held her close as she 
mewled softly and rubbed her ass teasingly back against him. 

"Ummmmm...." she moaned. "I like that." 

Then she astonished him by raising her leg and sliding over his, rubbing it 
sensually against him and at the same time humping back at the head of his 
prick. 

"Jackie...." 

"Put it in there, baby!" she gasped. "I want it!" 

He couldn't believe her words, but there was no mistaking the urgent 
movements of her body against him, the way her impatiently moving young tail 
was jerking at the tip of his cock. Half dazed, he reached down to spread 
her buttocks wide with his fingers, and then pushed forward hard. He felt 
her sphincter muscle opening to allow him entrance, and then the head of his 
cock, with a slight popping noise, had slipped up into her back passage and 
she was sighing and moaning and writhing her nakedness sensuously against 
him. He tightened his grip on her waist and began to work it up into her, 
felt her cooperating with each move, until half the length of his cock was 
sunk up between the widely stretched cheeks of her openly spread buttocks. 
She was gasping softly with each storke, and then she reached for a pillow 
and drew it up to her stomach. 

"Roll over on top of me from behind now, darling," she whispered hotly. "But 
don't let it slip out of me!" 

She twisted her body over on her stomach and spread her legs wide and before 
he realized it she had forced herself up on elbows and knees, churning her 
taut-muscled ass up at his heavily throbbing loins as he bore down and 
deeper into her. 

"Deeper-deeper!" she cried out. "Fuck me deeper!" 

He held her churning hips in his big hands and with all his force rammed his 
cock deep up between her hungrily splayed ass cheeks. She cried out and 
slumped her head downward, her blonde hair spraying across the bed, but her 
sensuously grinding young tail never stopped moving. The one long hard 
stroke had buried his immense cock up to the base and his balls slapped hard 
against the wide-stretched moons of her ass and he could feel her interior 
anal muscles milking thirstily at the length of it, the circle of her 
sphincter muscle clamping him tightly around the hardness of his flesh. 

"Fuck me! Oh, God, FUCK ME!" she cried out. 

He needed no urging. He fucked up into her willingly absorbing ass 
relentlessly, bending low over her, so he could see the expression of 
ecstasy that twisted her beautiful face, hear the gasps of pleasure which 
came from her heavy, sensuous mouth with every deep-driving thrust of his 
cock. The smooth, rubbery walls of her hotly enclosing rectal passage clung 
to it and he was afraid he'd turn her inside out, but she seemed to be 
feeling no pain, only unbounded pleasure. He braced himself and fucked 
harder than he had ever fucked any girl in his life. 

Jackie was being driven out of her mind by the wild, throbbing cock that 
invaded her back between her widespread buttock cheeks. There was som pain, 
but it was the sweetly erotic pain that comes with pleasure. Vaguely she 
realized how important it would be to invent some reason for her wild 
behavior again to so much out of character for her; but at the moment she 
could think of only the wild fucking from behind she was experiencing. Then, 
without warning, she felt the volcano beginning to erupt deep up inside her 
cock-filled bowels. 

"I'm cummming!" she cried out. "Oh God, cummming! I'm cummiinng!!!!! Now! 
Cum with me darling!" 

"Okay, Baby! I'll fill your sweet little ass till it runs up out of your 
tits!" Mike gasped. 

With several long, deep, grinding strokes he exploded his building sperm 
deep into her hotly clenching rectal walls. He felt it gushing out and 
ricocheting all around the head of his rampant cock as her nakedly churning 
young buttocks writhed and bucked crazily under the vicious assault ... and 
then there was a long moment of draining, and they both subsided. She panted 
heavily and gradually sank to the mattress, and his weight was heavy on her. 
Her ass continued to twitch and churn beneath him for a long time, her 
possessively clenched anal muscles holding tight to the diminishing length 
of his prick. Their bodies glistened with sweat, and her skin had the feel 
of hot velvet against him. When he tried to lift his weight from her, she 
refused to let him go, held his slowly softening prick tight with her 
elastically contracted sphincter muscles as he rolled her on her side. They 
drifted off to exhausted sleep with his sperm-drained cock still wedged in 
the softly relaxed crevice of her asscheeks, soft and wet and slick with the 
stickiness of his cum. It mingled with the juices which oozed from her cunt, 
which was still rhythmically opening and closing as her body also slowly 
cooled. She drew his hands to the cones of her breasts and held them there. 

Mike tried to think about it, trying to think what might have caused such a 
sudden change in his young, reticent wife, and the solution escaped him. He 
thought Liza must have given her another good talking-to. Broken down her 
defenses and inhibitions and told her that sooner or later she must become 
the woman she could be or likely lose her marriage. Whatever the cause, he 
was not about to complain. 

In those soul-searching moments, lying tucked to his wife's pulsing body, he 
thought about the honesty and forthrightness Jackie had explemplied in the 
past weeks; how she had owned up to her mistakes, faced them squarely, and 
tried to rectify whatever damage those mistakes had caused in the past. One 
hell of a woman. 

Could he match her courage? Could he tell Herbie the truth-that his ex-wife, 
dear woman that she was, was turning his club into a bordello. The club that 
used to carry the reputation as being one of the most disciplined in 
demeanor, most frivolous and harmless in spirit, and the purveyors of 
impeccable taste had fallen to the dogs. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The next morning, Mike was kissed awake by a beaming wife. He gazed at 
Jackie, smiling back, then tossed back the covers and padded naked to the 
bathroom. Jackie followed right behind and jumped into the shower with him 
to play teasing games as he washed himself. Doubly excited by the idea of 
again having a loving husband, she giggled and tickled him until he begged 
for mercy. It was like being honeymooners again. 

Her fingers were everywhere as the steamy water needled down on their nude 
bodies, flushing them pink with the heat and the tingling sensations they 
both were very aware of. Jackie soaped and scrubbed his back and front and 
legs with gentle care, taking special time and interest in his genitalia. 
When it was fully awakened, her hungry mouth slipped around the shaft and 
sucked and nibbled on it until they both were going out of their minds with 
excitement. Not even taking time to dry off, Mike finally dragged her out of 
the shower and threw her dripping form down on the rumpled bed where they 
found ample occupation for the next half hour. 

Later, when they went down to breakfast, they talked and laughed and giggled 
with the bright titillation of lovers. It was then Mike revealed his plan to 
her. 

After that, they returned to the bedroom to dress. Succumbing quickly to the 
delights recently discovered in each other's bodies, they postponed dressing 
for half an hour longer. 

It was a flushed and shaky couple that finally peered into the morning 
sunlight from the front porch of the house. Their spirits dampened only 
slightly by physical exhaustion, they slid into the car and drove the 
familiar route to downtown. 

Mike parked the car and headed for Bettel Corporation, a looming skyscraper 
in the midst of the finncial district. Once they were inside the building, 
Jackie began to feel her first twinges of nervousness about what they had 
planned to do. "Do ... do I look all right, Mike?" she asked uncertainly. 

Mike's eyes played momentarily over her lush form encased in the clinging 
blue knit dress, then he grinned devilishly. "Well, we might have a rough 
time keeping Milton down long enough to talk to him," he teased. "But, other 
than that you look great!" 

"The very thought of the creep touching me again makes my skin crawl," she 
said, then took a long breath. Nervously, she leaned over to smooth the 
already smooth nylons that encased her shapely legs. 

"I'll be there to protect you this time," Mike reassured. I'd just like to 
see that slimy lowlife try something again. Just for the pleasure of tearing 
him apart." 

To their relief there was only a receptionist at the front desk. 

"Tell Mr. Berry he has visitors, please," said Mike. 

Jackie tugged on Mike's arm and stood on tiptoes to whisper in his ear: "Are 
you sure you want to do this, Mike? What if it gets in the papers? Are you 
sure you want to risk your job?" 

He padded her on the rump in answer. 

"Right this way, please," directed the receptionist, leading them down the 
hallway to the spacious office where "Milton Berry-President" was embossed 
on a metal plate hanging on the door. 

Milton Berry, red-eyed and pale, peeked his head around the corner. He took 
one look at Jackie and gasped. "What-" 

"Well hello, Milt. You'd never believe the trouble I had to go through to 
get your last name...." She brushed past the massive figure of Bettel 
Corporation's president. Mike followed. 

Hands in his pockets nervously playing with his change, Mike smiled evilly. 
"I hear there's some business you have to discuss with me, Milt. Mind if I 
have a seat?" 

"What do you want with me? I haven't got all day to chat!" Milton's voice 
was shaky beneath his angry tone. 

Jackie tutted. "Now that's not what you told me last night, Milt.".... 

"Well, that's taken care of," grinned Mike triumphantly. "That fat slob 
isn't going to be causing any problems for either of us." 

They turned the corner to where the car was parked. Mike opened the door and 
Jackie slid in beside him. 

"One more stop to make and then it's home to bed." 

Jackie rubbed his knee and rested her head on his shoulder while he reached 
over her to shift into first gear. "Got a surprise for you, baby. How would 
you like to be co-manager of a club?" 

"Huh?" 

"Mona and I have been talking and we've decided to open a place of our own. 
Of course she's going to have to change her ways, at least we'll be in 
control." 

"Hmmm ... I don't know if I like the sound of that. You and Mona, huh?" She 
kissed him on the neck, a tongue licking titillation. "I can think of 
somebody else who knows how to take care of business. She's got money, too, 
and she's ripe for investment. But you've never liked redheads...." 


THE END
