Playful Neighbors
by Jackson Robard 


Chapter 1 

An icy, minute chill of vulnerability rippled upward over the satiny flesh 
of Avis Glass's naked back as she descended the wrought iron railinged 
stairway toward the poolside, the tiny wisps of white material covering her 
generous physical endowments hardly offering her any sense of modesty. If 
ever there had been a mini-bikini, she was wearing it, she was thinking to 
herself. 

Lord, maybe I'm losing my buttons entirely! A month ago . . . even less than 
that . . . I wouldn't have dreamed of parading in public like this ... but 
then, a month ago Cathy had been alive, the little witch ... alive and 
cheating on Nick with indiscriminate regularity while I helplessly watched 
and choked on my own remorse . .. but now he's come to me and that's why I'm 
doing it... ! Mustn't forget ... mustn't. .. ! I love him! And sooner or 
later, perhaps, he'll realize that he loves me ... perhaps ... ! 

The tall, shapely, long-haired blonde was both surprised and pleased to find 
the pool totally vacated at mid-afternoon, inasmuch as the entire 
condominium was composed of young tenants her own age and all comparatively 
newlywed . .. much as she and Nick Chambers were supposed to be. She had 
subconsciously assumed that the attractive mates of the some dozen or so 
handsome male counterparts Nick and she had met casually the night before in 
the Game Room, would probably congregate leisurely around the pool to 
chit-chat and compare notes ... or whatever .idle wives of up-and-coming 
young men did to waste their time. She, herself, wouldn't know; she'd worked 
steadily since the day she'd graduated from secretarial school four years 
before, and probably would follow her career, if and when, marriage ever 
really did come her way. It all had to do with her upbringing, she supposed, 
just as the wearing of her skimpy bikini was presently offensive to her 
moralistic values.. .. 

God knows, she was no exhibitionist! But Nick had laid it all out for her, 
never pretending that it wasn't going to be dangerous and maybe just a 
little . bit risque now and then, even though he'd promised no passes from 
his standpoint, only appearances, and right from the onset she'd realized 
that she was going to help him regardless of the consequences.. .. She'd 
loved him too much and for too long to let him get away from her another 
time.... If he wanted her to play "bait," then bait she'd be, which was 
exactly the way she felt as she chose a deck lounge and eased gracefully 
down onto it, setting the paraphernalia she'd brought with her on the little 
table to her right. 

Once more, a tiny spasm of foreboding chilled her spine and she swallowed 
tightly, leaning back and adjusting her sun-shades as she exposed her lovely 
face upward to the rays of the unusual February, California sun. She felt 
eyes upon her, voyeuristic rather th?::-. hostile eyes . .. perhaps more 
than one pair, too, iiir. . much as she was in the center of the court and 
completely surrounded by astute drape-drawn apartment windows. Thank God 
that Nick was upstairs watching also ... watching and waiting to see what 
his lure might attract . .. and suddenly she realized that that thought 
aroused a pleasant sensation inside her . .. him sitting there behind the 
near-closed drape with his handsome blue eyes playing over her next to naked 
body. 

She felt a light shiver of excitement and moved to find music on her 
transistor as her mind raced backward several nights before when he'd called 
her.. . . 

After, she'd immediately ducked into the shower, then toweled herself 
quickly, paying little attention to her breathtaking reflection in the 
full-length mirror; yet entirely, though modestly conscious of her pleasing 
body. Only a warped-minded lass would be less than proud of her God-given, 
mate-catching attributes, she had always felt, but that didn't mean that a 
girl had to flaunt them brazenly ... just employ them enticingly and the 
rest would take care of itself. She brushed her long golden hair behind her 
shoulders once she'd straightened from rubbing her shapely calves and smooth 
rounded thighs to a delicate, satiny flesh. The full, pointed globes of her 
lush breasts jutted forward and upward with soft, swaying firmness in 
rhythmic accompaniment to her hurried movements, their tiny pink-nippled 
tips distended from the application of the terry material against their 
erotic sensitiveness. 

Avis smiled to herself. His call had been unexpected and a most welcome 
surprise. No one had seen nor heard from Nick Chambers since Cathy's 
funeral, and only that morning the dreaded feeling that she might never see 
him again had suddenly occurred to her. It hadn't made her day any easier. 
She'd managed a half-dozen or so blunders for the stable of minor execs and 
investigators she played secretary to, the least of which had chewed her out 
royally. Somehow, the day had ended and she'd arrived at her apartment 
suffering a nauseous headache that only an extra-dry martini, followed by 
Nick's phone call could have miraculously cured. 

Of course, she knew she had no right at all to the elated sensations the 
mere sound of his voice had caused her. There had never really been anything 
of... of that sort between them, simply a warm platonic business 
relationship; but she wasn't about to attempt denial of her most secret 
inner feelings ... at least, not to herself; still, she wasn't going to 
allow her heart to start ruling her head either. She was twenty-two and 
still a virgin by arduous choice, plus a few strenuous physical encounters, 
and she intended to remain that way until the right man slipped that little 
gold band onto her third finger, left hand, regardless of how unconventional 
it seemed these days. 

She could thank strict, God-fearing, Canadian parents for her set of 
moralistic values, Avis realized proudly, just as was she grateful for the 
practical business education they had struggled to give her. Although she 
couldn't get to Toronto to see them as often as she wanted, she felt certain 
they understood and were pleased with their only daughter whose employer had 
felt her worthy of promotion and a transfer to their large West Coast 
offices; however, if they'd witnessed some of the stupid boo-boos she'd made 
that day they might begin to wonder... . 

Avis felt the light flush to her cheeks and caught sight of the tiny gleam 
the mirror reflected in her own large green eyes as she became aware of the 
excited smile of anticipation tugging at the corners of her wide, full 
mouth. Thoughts of Nick Chambers could do that to her ... had ever since 
that first day she had met him at Golden State Indemnity ... long before 
he'd eloped with Cathy Emory ... and what a horror that had been to 
swallow.. .. 

God, it wasn't right and she knew it, but she couldn't shake the feeling of 
satisfaction that had been with her since the terrible murder had taken 
place; not that she had actually delighted in her poor girl friend's hidious 
death .... God forbid! But Cathy Emory had never deserved the likes of Nick 
Chambers, nor any other decent man! She had been a sluttish little bitch, 
and who knew it better than she, Avis Glass, her roommate? 

Avis walked naked from the bath into her bedroom, finding and slipping into 
a diaphanous, pale blue peig- noir as she moved toward her vanity, her alert 
young mind filling with some memories she preferred to forget. . .. Now, 
Nick was coming to see her .. . her! 

And for the first time ever! What else mattered? 

Everything ... all the rest ... it was past history ... including Cathy . . 
. ! Dear Lord, he'd sounded almost excited over the phone .. . almost as if 
he'd been wait- ing for this moment when they could meet without dis- honor 
. . . still, she couldn't readily believe that ei- ther. He'd loved Cathy 
... or at the least, had been terribly infatuated with her; she felt certain 
of that 

 "... Are you going to be tied up tonight, Avis . .. ?" 

"Tied up ... ? Why . .. why, no, that is . .. no, I'm not, Nick. What's .. . 
?" 

"I've got to see you, Baby," he'd said, his virile baritone more vibrant and 
emotional than she could ever remember it. The pet name by itself hadn't 
done less than set off tingling fermentations in her belly either; but she 
knew he was given generously to such affectionate labels and found herself 
forming her opinions on the impressive tone of his voice. 

"A-All right ... you know where to find me, Nick," she'd heard herself say. 
"I-I'll be waiting. ..." 

"Y-You 're a doll, Honey. . .. I'll see you in a bit...." 

"B-Bye 

" Again, a tremor of delight had fluttered through her. God ... was it 
possible that he'd awakened to the mistake he'd made in marrying Cathy in 
the first place ... learned what a promiscuous little animal that she'd 
been, running around behind his back to crawl in bed with any one of his 
co-workers she could make it with? Or maybe, he'd known all along . .. and 
now that she was gone, had come to realize that it was Avis Glass he really 
loved ... ! 

Good God, I think I've read too many fairy tales! Just because the gallant 
knight is going to ride across my moat doesn't mean that it's me that he 
wants! Better get hold of yourself, Avis darling! Give it a bit more 
thought. . . ! Think! Think . .. ! You were the damned fool who introduced 
them . . . knowing that you loved him even then, all those months ago, and 
knowing, too, that your impish apartment-sharer had the morals of an alley 
cat . .. yet, you were so confident that it was you Nick Chambers wanted. .. 
! Think, Avis . .. think! 

Yes, she'd been a stupid idiot, all right; presenting Cathy Emory to any 
male was the equivalent of inviting him to a private sex rodeo, with the 
auburn-haired nymph the only animal to be ridden and tamed. God, hadn't she 
walked in on her and her saddled riders enough times to know the truth? Yet, 
for some unknown reason she would never be able to fathom, Avis had put Nick 
Chambers to the test . .. and lost hands down! Oh, Lord . .. the nights of 
contrition she'd suffered after that. . . ! 

She hadn't chosen Cathy Emory as a girl friend in the beginning; a 
professional young ladies' association had done that for her through a 
private realty group. The idea of keeping her expenses down by sharing an 
apartment and what-have-you seemed a logically sensitive move to Avis, and 
certainly Cathy Emory made nothing short of the perfect appearance 
initially. The fact that she was unemployed hardly bothered Avis, inasmuch 
as Cathy stressed her private income and could well handle her end of 
things, which she had generously done; it had been the unending 
extracurricular activities and indelicacies that had shocked her .. . and 
then, for a finale, the spontaneous elopement with Nick ... ! Damn her ... ! 

God! What an utterly stupid fool she had been! Avis shook her pretty head as 
if to rid it of the painful memories, while she stared into the vanity 
mirror and saw her own astonished semblance there. ... 

"Well don't look so damned stupified, Avis darling! What did you expect from 
such a bitch? Anyway, it's over now ... and he's coming to see you! He even 
called you Baby and Doll ... and you better wake up to something, Babydoll 
... if you don't grab him now, someone else is going to ... so measure that 
against your precious virginity! ...Well? Are you woman enough for the task? 

Or would you prefer to put him to the test again? No answer? Maybe, you 
should call Mama and ask her? Whatever you do, you better decide quickly, 
little girl . . . because men such as Nick Chambers don't happen along every 
day, and whether you want to face it or not ... you love him! Now ... just 
how valuable do you think that chaste little sanctuary ... better known as 
your pussy, really is, Miss Avis Glass .. . virgin . . . ?" 

The sharp sound of a closing door jarred Avis's thoughts back to the present 
and she looked upward and around, but saw no one. Then, the tall, muscular 
form of greying Joe Norman was coming toward her from his manager-apartment, 
a broad smile stretching his good-looking mouth. He was wearing flashy swim 
trunks with a towel draped around his heavy shoulders and carrying a pair of 
iced drinks in his hands. 

"Saw you out here, Mrs. Belyal, all by your lonesome, and gambled that you 
might like a drink," he said, walking close to stand above her and look 
down, his eyes brazenly raking the length of her scantily covered nakedness. 
"Am I right... ?" 

Avis had to steel herself from answering him sharply, the obvious lechery 
emblazoning his shrewd dark eyes almost causing her silken flesh to cringe; 
yet, somehow, she managed a smile, raising her sunshades momentarily as 
vivid thoughts of her purpose there raced through her mind. She thought of 
Nick upstairs in their apartment closely watching it all ... and she said: 
"You're a mind reader, Mr. Norman . .. won't you please join me . . . ?" Joe 
Norman had watched his luscious new tenant float gracefully down the outside 
stairway, his heavy prick giving a wild jerk inside his pants at the sight 
of her near-naked, voluptuous body. Jesus Christ, it'd been one hell of a 
long time since he'd laid eyes on a piece like that! Those legs, that ass, 
and a pair of tits that would give Hefner wet dreams ... Christ! He could 
hardly believe what his liquor-glazed eyes were feeding into his dissipated 
brain. What a delicious fuck she was going to make .. . and he'd be damned 
if he'd waste any time getting at her either. She was too goddamned much! 

He dropped into a chair that gave him access to the narrow separation in the 
draperies and watched her move across the deck toward the pool ... studying 
the sway of her full, rounded hips and the gentle ripple of her lush 
buttocks beneath the handkerchief-sized briefs that were straining almost 
desperately to accomplish their feat. Damn, he wanted to get another eyeful 
of those tits, but he was going to have to go out there for that. The 
luscious bitch, she'd stiffened his long, thick cock into a poker-hardness 
just gaping after her! 

He wished to hell Claire was there; he'd throw a charge in her that'd rattle 
her spinal column, but she'd whipped off to the beauty salon or some such 
place and wouldn't be back much before cocktails she'd said. Of course, he 
could always go up and see Toni in Number 7. Shit, she just automatically 
fell onto her back and spread her legs the moment someone said, fuck .. . 
but after looking at the likes of Avis Belyal, bony Toni could hardly do 
much for him. ... 

He watched the delightful blonde girl stretch out on a deck lounge like some 
supine, feline animal, the mere sight of her causing his husky rod to begin 
throbbing lecherously. He lay back, himself, and sipped at his scotch-rocks. 
No fucking hurry, anyway. He'd get to her; he always got to them once they 
moved into Norman Heights, and in perfect reciprocal arrangements, Claire 
usually managed to seduce their mates ... at least, he couldn't recall 
offhand any that she'd missed in the two years since he'd built and operated 
the condominium. 

They had the perfect setup, he and his Claire. Maybe one day he'd even marry 
her, although for the life of him he couldn't imagine any reason why he 
should ... except that he supposed he must love her. Ten years together was 
a long time, and she'd helped him through the lean ones when he was pushing 
and pimping for her, until he'd put together his used car lots, played a 
little politics and bought the -right real estate, and now this elaborate 
layout. In San Jacques, he was someone, which was the reason the syndicate 
had looked him up. Now, it was all gravy, with his conglomeration of 
swinging tenants the extra spicy ingredients in the sauce, and Claire . . . 
she was looking younger every year. 

Christ, his Claire was something else all right, easily taken for a girl of 
twenty-five rather than ten on top of that, and with a body that wouldn't 
quit. How the hell she held her looks, he couldn't figure it ... not with 
the way she'd used her ass since she was fifteen. Christ, he'd found her in 
a bar in Kansas City, hustling of course, and flipped right there. A long 
time later he'd learned that her father had fucked her from the time she was 
twelve until she ran away from home three years later. Her mother had been a 
hype who'd naturally whored to feed her habit . . . the poor kid, maybe that 
was why he loved her ... she'd never had a chance. 

Well, she was having one now, enjoying all the fruits ... both of them were. 
He just wished to hell that other thing hadn't happened. Christ, whatever 
had gotten into him that day, anyway? When it came to fuck he'd always had 
more than he could handle . .. but that little bitch with her tiny minidress 
and her twitching little ass! It had been her ass that got to him . . . her 
ass and her impish smile .. . knowing that she was taunting him . . . fuck, 
he hadn't been able to help himself! And then, when she'd turned on the 
mother-pure bit, he'd lost all sense of reason . . . ! 

To hell with that! He wasn't going to think about it! He had the world by 
the tail and he intended to hold onto it! He was clean ... at least, as far 
as tying it to him was concerned! The fucking cunt! She'd've gotten it 
sooner or later anyway! Cock teases always got it! Shit, damn! He didn't 
want to think about it... ! He leaned forward and looked out through the 
drapery split to see his new lessee languishing provocatively on the lounge. 
Goddamn, she was luscious! 

What was it brother-husband did? Sold insurance .. . ugh! He couldn't 
imagine anything more tedious than that . .. and the guy was a sharp looking 
cat, too .. . clever and nothing short of handsome. Hell, maybe he could get 
him started in something that paid off ... providing he didn't mind sharing 
that piece of rare pulchritude out there. . .. The rest of his tenants would 
gradually indoctrinate him, the dolls with their in-bed manners and the 
studs sniffing after her. But shit, at this point, he knew he didn't want 
any of those pricks trying to make her, and he'd tell them so in the next 
meeting . . . that violation would mean thrown right out on their ass, plus 
a reminding massage from whatever boys he had in tow at the time. That ought 
to do it. . . . 

He leaned close to the window spreading the drape with his hand to better 
see the enchanting blonde goddess. He swallowed tightly, sensing his shaft 
jerking again. Goddamn, what a sweet, tender morsel she was! He'd never seen 
such legs, and his Claire didn't have to take a back seat to anyone for 
gams. But this bitch .. . wow! He raised his glass and drained it. Damn! He 
couldn't help himself. He was going out there and commence the proceedings 
.. . lay the foundation.... He was going to fuck her ... yeah, every way to 
Sunday ... only she didn't realize it yet... ! Sonofabitch! He'd make a 
couple of drinks and go out there ... and then, when Claire came home.... 
Damn, she might not be able to walk for a week ... ! 

Chapter 2 

The apartment boasted a bedroom and den; fortunately, the den had a 
davenport and Nick had reluctantly slept on it the night before. It wasn't 
going to be too rough, he thought, although nothing could really suffice for 
a bed. He had a cramp in his shoulder and there was a gnawing ache in his 
neck. Maybe he'd get used to it, he decided, while he watched Avis descend 
the stairway, his troubled brain endeavoring to advise him that his most 
masculine parts had begun to stir libidinously at the stimulating vision of 
her in the meager bikini. 

Hell, any guy would spark at the sight of her voluptuous body if he had a 
measure of starch at all, he thought, turning away from the window and 
walking to the counter where his coffee cup sat. Coffee . . . how about 
that? Avis, the doll, she'd made an issue of it, so he hadn't argued. She 
was right of course; he'd been boozing himself stupid. He picked it up and 
sipped at it, simultaneously feeling the rod between his legs still swelling 
from the retained apparition of her .. . and he walked back to his chair to 
watch from between the near-closed drapes. She was stretched out on a deck 
lounge now, looking very much the seductive wench, but he knew different. 
Christ ... he hoped he hadn't dragged her blindly into something he couldn't 
protect her from .. . ! 

She wasn't a Cathy .. . nor was she like any other girl he'd ever known ... 
in fact, he knew no measure by which to compare her. He couldn't analyze her 
.. . only that she wasn't made of the same components; nor was she similar 
to any of the dolls he'd always played. She was on a plateau of her own ... 
! And where the hell had he ever gotten the nerve to go to her with this 
deal? She was so goddamned much above him . . . above all the cruds she 
catered to in GOLDEN STATE! 

Hell, he couldn've fallen in love with her had he dared way back in the 
beginning . .. but he'd never been that dense as to believe he would stand a 
chance. . . . He forced those thoughts out of his mind and surveyed her 
there, stretched out alluringly on the lounge below. Christ, but she was 
beautiful ... ! And then, reality and indelible memories of Cathy flooded 
his brain.... 

Cathy! 

Good God, how could you explain an enchanting nymph such as that fiery 
creature? Impossible! Words were too inadequate . .. too cold . . . and so 
was she, now! Christ, he couldn't believe it, yet. .. ! 

Cathy was dead? 

He found himself suddenly extracting the small picture from his wallet and 
her auburn-haired likeness smiled impishly up at him. The photographer had 
caught the devilment in her round, hazel eyes, including the bewitching, 
mischievous twist at the corners of her sensuous mouth .. . such a warm, 
tempting mouth ... made for kissing .. . loving ... and he had . . . yes, he 
had, and so goddamned completely! 

Christ, she was dead! His tantalizing sweet doll... murdered! 

Nick shook his blond head, sensing the put-aside grief sweeping back over 
him as he stared at the picture of his dead young wife of six months through 
anguished, yet vindictive eyes. Damn! Had to get a hold on himself right 
now! He'd already drunk himself through the lamenting, heavy-heartedness.... 
The fact was that she was dead .. . murdered . .. cruelly beaten and raped, 
then left there half-nude to die on the wet sand of the beach ... ! 

Jesus Christ! He'd go out of his tormented mind if he didn't stop rehashing 
it over and over! He'd be right back to where he'd been three days before 
when he'd decided to call Avis, half-stoned and out of his skull, slumped in 
the chair and staring at the blow-up likeness of the picture he now held in 
his hand. ... .. . He'd finally lain it on the cluttered table beside him, 
wiping at his eyes and getting to his feet, a tall, powerfully built young 
man in his late twenties, fair complexioned and wearing a several-day 
stubble of beard that covered his lean jaws and strong, prominent chin. It 
was a handsome, if haggered, face, ruggedly so, sensitive of mouth and 
discerning of eye, the physical badge of his virile masculinity, although 
he'd felt anything but puissant at that moment. 

Somehow, he'd failed her. He hadn't been able to fathom the depths of his 
inefficacy at that point; but he would ... he knew he would, once the 
severity of the horrifying blow was passed. The frigging police were playing 
at technicalities; his luscious doll had already become nothing more than a 
case number, a file in a cold cabinet drawer, just as had her once vivacious 
warm body filled a morgue receptacle for autopsy purposes ... and it made 
him nauseous just to think of that! 

In their memory-filled kitchenette, he'd poured bourbon into his glass. He'd 
long progressed beyond the stage of ice ... only the numbing alcohol. He'd 
gulped at it, then cursed aloud. Lieutenant Chaney . . . the prick hadn't 
come right out and said his thing ... only implied that maybe . . . just 
maybe, Cathy wasn't all she appeared to be! Christ, he'd damned near floored 
the scrawny pig, and might have if her father hadn't been there to hold him 
back! And that's when he'd first realized that he had to get his head back 
on straight! 

It was up to him to find her killer . . . obviously so .. . not the 
goddamned likes of Chaney! That bastard was too busy chasing after 
pot-smoking teenies! Yeah! Okay! He'd find the sonofabitch, and he'd go a 
bit further, too! He'd administer the justice necessary ... ! 

"I'll tell you honestly, Chambers, we don't have a damned thing to go on at 
this point!" the chicken-faced little cop in his baggy grey suit had 
admitted in a whining voice, his feeble eyes blinking weakly three times to 
every five passing seconds. "Of course, the department won't let up a minute 
on its investigation .. . but in a case like this where there isn't clue 
number one ... well. . . ?" 

Nick remembered how he'd cluthced at the name-card in his pocket and how 
he'd almost offered it to him. ... The bastard! Well, screw you, lawman, his 
brain had screamed. Because I've got clue number one ... and plan number one 
is fast developing to go with it...! 

His apartment phone had run then, he remembered, and he'd ignored it. It 
continued to ring while he carried the bottle and glass back into the living 
room. Probably the goddamned office ... GOLDEN STATE INDEMNITY . .. Mr. 
Pierpoint wondering when he was coming back to his snooping duties. Screw 
'em! The world had already stopped, but they weren't aware of it yet! 

He remembered that he'd dropped back down onto the couch and picked up her 
picture once more. Staring at it, he'd visualized her mouth beginning to 
move .. . as if it were speaking to him .. . ! His liquor-steeped brain 
wandered ... and he'd heard her say: "The whole trouble with you, dollman, 
is that you've been peeking into too many bedroom windows for that insurance 
company and you don't appreciate a young horny girl who wants you to make 
love to her" "To hell you say!" he'd replied, tossing the dossier of the 
case he was working onto one side of the bed. He'd lain naked with only a 
sheet over him and Cathy had stood in the doorway to the bath, as 
beautifully nude and seductive of feminine creature as any painting the 
Renaissance masters had ever dreamed of reproducing. "Christ!" he'd gasped 
... remembering it all well, now... . 

She had not been a tall girl, his sexy Cathy, nor heavily burdened with 
breasts; instead, they were rather small and compact following her perfect 
symmetrical contours of body ... breasts so firm and pointed, pinkish 
crested, the size of rounded oranges, yet perhaps, too broad of shoulders 
that sloped too athletically from a beauty standpoint ... a tapered waist 
giving way to wide and full hips gently curving toward rounded, full thighs 
and perfect calves. Then, in the center of all that delight lay the exciting 
crown of her glory ... her delicious Vee at the base of her little belly and 
the apex of her inner thighs ... a burnished, golden thatch of pubic hair 
enshadowing the delectable hidden shrine of her magnificent, impish 
womanhood ... ! 

Nick recalled how he had thought of it as he sat there in their living room 
... remembered even the beginning when Avis Glass had introduced them . .. 
then, the first time he'd made love to her before they were married.... 

She hadn't been a virgin ... and had made no bones about telling him of her 
college experiences. Hell, what did he care? Times had changed since 
Tarkington wrote SEVENTEEN. The new thing was everywhere! A cat didn't 
expect his mama to come climbing innocently into the bridal sack! Those days 
were long gone ... and all the better for it! LOVE was the secret word, and 
they sure had it! Oh Christ, hadn't they though? . .. And he had gaped at 
her there filling the doorway of the bath so beautifully, visualizing a wood 
sprite, a nymph, a dream that might flit out of his arms once he tried to 
possess her.. . . "Damn! You luscious little vixen .. . ! Come here!" 

She had, running like a child and throwing herself on him, the sheet 
separating the hot flesh of their bodies being ripped away by her small hand 
as she squirmed on top of him. 

"I love you, Nick Chambers!" she'd gasped down into his mouth, kissing him 
with open soft lips and tiny aggressive tongue. 

"You better, pussycat .... because I love you, and I'll annihilate any 
bastard who ever tried to come between us." 

"Who would?" 

"The world is full of fools." 

"I've already met and outgrown the fools in my life, Lover-darling . . . the 
fools and the naughty boys." 

Nick remembered that there'd been something in her whispering tone that had 
intrigued him, needling his growing lust, and he'd said: "Naughty boys . . . 
? Who .. . naughty boys?" 

She'd laughed . .. Christ, what an enchanting little laugh she'd had .. . ! 

"Naughty, naughty, naughty boys, Darling . . . and you don't want to 
hear...." 

"Hey, maybe I do, imp," he'd said, his prurient interest spiked. "Yeah, 
maybe I do ... if you wnat to tell me." 

For a moment she'd looked down at him, then kissed him again. He could feel 
the captivating intoxication of her soft body or. top of his muscular flesh, 
burning into him. "I ... I don't mind telling," she hissed, her breath warm 
and sweet in his face, ". .. .if you don't get angry." 

"Angry? Hell, it's passed, Baby. It's what happens from here on out that 
matters with us ... nothing else. Go ahead ... I want to hear!" 

Once more, she'd kissed him, her sexy little mouth open and soft, her tongue 
playing teasingly, her smile bewitching him. Christ, he'd wondered how she 
ever had endured that Indiana farm, wealthy parents or no ... and then, he'd 
felt her hips moving in undulating little circles, her silken pubic hair 
entangling with his own, his cock as hard as an ax handle. 

"I always wanted to be head cheer-leader in high school, can you imagine 
that, Darling?" she said, easing off him but snuggling tightly against his 
side, her fingers playing with the sparse yellowish hair on his chest. 

"We all have goals, Baby. I wanted to play fullback and wound up a defensive 
end." "I'll bet you were wonderful." 

"I intercepted two passes in three seasons . . . one for a touchdown that 
won the game. Hell, I was good that night, all right. . . and I wasted it 
with the guys." 

She'd laughed. "There had to be a girl there someplace." 

"If there was, I never found her." 

He watched her curling her slender finger in his chest hair. She said: "Well 
. . . Ronnie Phelps found me . .. but that was my fault ... because I wanted 
to be found." 

"Oh ,..?" 

"Honest ... I did. It was the big game of the year and our perennial rival 
won. My God, I was so angry ... so completely disappointed ... I wanted to 
throw myself away ... and I did!" 

"Okay ... don't stop now," he'd said, drawing her close to him and brushing 
his lips against hers. "So what happened?" 

"You sure you want to hear?" 

"Listen, imp, you know damned well I want to hear. Come on, what happened?" 

"Well ... we had a place in town called the Oasis...." 

"Oh man, that's original," he'd laughed. 

"Wasn't it though .. . anyway, Ronnie Phelps came in with this guy and a 
friend of his. I didn't make any excuses, just went right to them. Ronnie, 
he was big and broad shouldered, handsome I thought at the time, but the two 
with him were older. Bob and Mesquite, Ronnie called them and they were from 
South Bend. Anyway, we danced a lot in the Oasis, Ronnie and I especially, 
but it was Bob who really had his eye on me and I knew it. I guess I was too 
excited to be scared, and too dumb to realize what I was getting myself 
into; all I wanted was to hustle Bob off someplace alone. He was 
good-looking and had signed with the Chicago Bears, and ... and, well it 
doesn't make much difference does it? Because we went . .. supposedly 
heading for another place called the Wagon Wheel. . .. but we never got 
there." 

"Why not?" 

"Sex, Lover," she whispered, tittering. "Sex like I'd never imagined. ..." 
"Well go on, go on!" 

"Hey . . . you're getting like excited, husband baby," Cathy had said, her 
small hand slipping down his chest and belly to wrap around his hard prick 
possessively. "Mmmmmmmm ... I predict a wild party is going to take place in 
this bed . .. and damned soon." 

"Not until you tell me the whole lusty story." 

"All of it ... you mean, in detail. . ?" she'd taunted, her eyes gleaming 
licentiously. 

"In lurid detail, sexpot!" he'd replied, the idea firing his libido 
salaciously. It was going to be a unique aphrodisiac for both of them, not 
that they needed it, but spiking their lovemaking to draw from it the 
fullest satiety had been the successful ingredient in their relationship 
from the beginning. He drew her closer to him inside his arm, his one big 
hand cupping the firm mound of her hardened-nippled breast while she clung 
to his cock lovingly, manpulating the heavy outer layer of skin up and down 
with a knowledgeable, gentle hand, watching the thick foreskin slide back to 
expose the moist, purplish glans, then cover it once more with her rhythmic 
stroke as she spoke. 

"I ... I guess we all must've been pretty hot," she said, rubbing her smooth 
cheek against the hair of his chest. "The one called Mesquite had some pot 
and we blew up a storm while we rode along. He was driving the car . .. 
Mesquite, I mean, and he was big ... barrel-chested big, with an ugly face 
all scarred from smallpox or something. Anyway, we hadn't gone too far when 
suddenly he said: "Let's have a little group concert!" 

"He said that?" 

"Yes . . . and I was just a dumb enough little virgin not to have the 
slightest idea of what he meant," Cathy had said. "And I told him so. What 
do you mean, a group concert, I asked? Well, naturally, they all came 
unglued with yuks, and Ronnie who was riding in front with us, abruptly 
shoved his hand up in under my skirt without the least preliminary. ..." 

"Hell, Baby, that wasn't the first time a guy had ever done that, was it .. 
. tried to feel you up, I mean?" Nick had probed, sensing his shaft 
beginning to throb in her hand, little fermentations churning in his loins. 

"God, no! I'll admit that I'd been fingered before . .. had even fondled a 
couple of boys' things, but. .. ." 

"Things?" 

Her smile broadened. "All right, Lover . . . cocks, how's that?" she 
whispered hotly into his face, her lovely eyes sparkling erotically. "Oh ... 
I'd handled pricks, and had let their owners play with my pussy, but those 
occasions had always occurred as the ultimate to torrid necking sessions .. 
. teenie stuff, you know? Never had a boy just suddenly thrust his hands up 
my dress between my legs and grabbed me there ... I mean, just clutched at 
it... ?" 

"At what, sexpot? At what... ?" 

"Oh, damn you . .. my cunt, there ... is that what you wanted to hear?" she 
hissed hotly, her small hand caressing his cock affectionately. "Because 
that's what he did, and I just screamed right out! For the first time, I 
realized what was happening and what was going to happen! My God, Lover, 
just like that I was scared to death! 

"All three of them were laughing and as high as a kite, but if I'd had any 
buzz, it'd suddenly worn damned thin. I wanted out of there! I tried to push 
Ronnie's hand away ... fighting and squirming between them, but it was 
useless; he was inside my panties and pinching my clitoris like some crazy 
fiend! I ... I remember that even though it hurt, as the same time the 
wildest sensations were racing through my belly ... and then, I was letting 
him kiss me, while from behind, Bob was leaning over me and had shoved both 
of his big hands down inside my bra and was squeezing and kneading my 
breasts almost brutally. 

"Come on, bitch! Mesquite snarled at me, grabbing my hand. Take out my cock! 
We're really going to have that little group concert... !" 

Remembering, Nick recalled how he had prodded her at that point, while she 
clung to his cock, working her small soft hand in masturbatory motions, and 
she'd giggled with her delightful face against his chest, her breast warm, 
firm and silken in his clutching hand, its tiny nipple as hard as a 
palpitating marble. "Jesus, what the hell did you do?" 

"Shivered in crazy, wild fear for a long moment . . . wanting to do what 
Mesquite ordered, yet afraid to," she'd replied, a tiny tremor running over 
her sensuous body as she remembered. "I was seventeen, Doll, and I wanted to 
know everything .. . try everything, convinced that that was where it was! 
On top of that, we'd lost the big game, and for some screwy reason I had 
this weird thing that I had to do some sort of penance.. . ! Anyway, 
Mesquite grabbed my hand and jammed it down on the front of his pants; God! 
I could feel his swollen prick inside jerking and pulsing, and I wanted to 
get it out in my bare hand ... to see it and hold it!" 

"Christ! Did you?" Nick had managed, dry-mouthed, watching her head move in 
the affirmative against his chest. 

"Yes ... I twisted half-around in the seat while Ronnie slipped his finger 
up into my vagina .. . right up inside, and Bob held onto my tits. I used 
both hands, unzipped his fly and went in after it. .. ! God almighty! It was 
like ... like a railroad tie! Bigger than my forearm, and terribly hard . . 
. but it was the length of it that I could hardly believe! I'd never 
realized they could get so big . .. and it was hot in my hand and throbbing, 
Doll, throbbing like a pulsating heart! I could see it in the light from the 
dashboard; it had a thick foreskin, and when I skinned that back the head of 
it was moist and fiery red, all damp at the tip with little drops that had 
worked out of its split. . . !" 

"Well ... what the fuck happened?" he'd demanded, sensing her tiny hand 
moving downward between his thighs to fondle his balls, his loins beginning 
a dull ache as he lasciviously envisioned the scene according to the vivid 
description she was painting in words for him. 

"I ... I don't remember everything in order, Lover, only the main overall 
now. I was so damned scared .. . but excited, too! Ronnie's finger in my 
cunt was driving me mad with desire, while Bob had massaged my tits into an 
unbelievable hardness. My God, they felt twice their normal size! You ... 
you must remember, Darling, I knew what it was to cum with my finger .. . 
had known ever since I was thirteen, but to have three men with lust-filled 
cocks after me and holding one of them in my own hand ... well, it was just 
about too much! I began to cry; I was that wrought up with desire ... and 
then, Ronnie was pulling off my panties and trying to get on the floor of 
the car between my legs, shoving his hot hands beneath my bottom and lifting 
me while he buried his face in my pussy! I couldn't believe it! But I wanted 
him to so badly that I helped, opening my thighs as far as I could for him 
... and then I felt his tongue licking right inside my cunt between the 
lips, licking like a dog! I nearly went out of my mind it felt so good! I 
know that I began to whimper and work my hips up and down just before 
Mesquite grabbed my head, twisting his hand in my hair and forcing my face 
down toward his cock. ..." 

"Yes ... yes... ? Well, for Christ sakes, what happened?" Nick had gasped 
when she came to a pause in her story telling. And he didn't need anyone to 
inform him that she'd worked herself to a fevered pitch by the mere telling 
of it. She was clutching at his rock-hard prick tightly again, still 
massaging it fervently, occasionally moving down to his balls, as 
simultaneously he squeezed and caressed her swollen breast, at the same time 
rubbing his strong upper leg against the moist raw flesh between her spread 
thighs and opened, flushed split. 

"Oh, God .. . don't ask, Lover ... I mean, not verbatim, because I can't 
remember.... I know ... I know that Ronnie was licking and sucking my pussy. 
. . ." 

"Was it good? Did you like it that first time?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes! I loved it . .. I've always loved that! He was eating me and 
Bob was still pulling widly at my tits, squeezing them, doing things to them 
that were driving me crazy . . . while Mesquite was pushing my head down 
toward his prick! Suck it, he ordered! Get it into your mouth and suck it, 
Baby! You haven't lived 'till you've sucked the juice from a cock!" 

"And . . . ? Did you, for Christ sake?" 

"I-I did, Lover ... I did! I was'*scared to death . . . but I wanted to! I 
wanted it in my mouth as far as it would go .. . ! I wanted to suck on it .. 
. and I did ... moving my tongue all over it .. . sensing every ridge and 
wrinkle ... tasting the pungent stuff that had oozed from its split . . . 
and then, we were parked and I still had it in my mouth, sucking and working 
my head up and down around it, holding his bull-like balls in my hand and 
subconsciously wishing he would cum .. . squirt it right in my mouth!" 

"Jesus Christ! Don't stop! What the fuck happened?" Nick had barked in 
unwanted jealous excitement. "Tell me!" 

"L-Like I said, Nick Baby ... I can hardly remember it all now," she'd 
managed in a half-hushed voice, perhaps sensing his uncontrollable anger, 
even as her delicate hand continued to administer to his prick with obvious 
incited passion. "So many things, Darling. . .. They began to argue among 
themselves on who was going to fuck me where ... then, they pulled me from 
the car and stripped my clothes off.... I got down onto my knees over 
Mesquite and began to suck his cock again ... then, suddenly there was a 
prick trying to break through my hymen! Honest . . . honest, Darling, I 
didn't care who it belonged to .. . only that somebody fucked my cunt! 

"It turned out to be Bob ... he'd knocked Ronnie unconscious and was fucking 
me from the back while I sucked Mesquite's prick! In fact, and it's true, 
Lover, I never even felt him break my cherry it was so beautiful and I 
wanted it so bad . . . though God, he had a great big rod, too, and it began 
to plunge right into my belly from back there, until I could feel his loaded 
balls slapping against my clitoris with every thrust! I thought I'd go crazy 
with ecstasy! I sucked like a fiend, trying to wiggle my ass at the same 
time, but not being much good at it, I'm afraid ... I wanted Mesquite to 
shoot his hot cum into my mouth while Bob did the same in my vagina! I told 
them so and we fucked like animals! I don't know how long, but suddenly I 
knew by the feel of Mesquite's pulsing cock in my mouth that he was going to 
cum! I squeezed his balls ... trying to help, wanting it squirting hot and 
thick down my throat. . . and then, I sensed Bob's rod expanding in my cunt! 
They were both going to cum ... !" "Shit! Don't stop, bitch!" 

"Oh ... oh damn," she gasped, grasping his prick tightly. "It happened! A 
squirt of sperm shot from the nozzle of Mesquite's cock, almost choking me, 
but I swallowed ... and then, it really came . . . like a coffer-damn 
opened; the jism spewed out of him, jetting from the spongy head into my 
mouth and throat while I drank it away, swallowed and tasted, my own climax 
ready to trigger ... and then, Bob shot his load into my cunt and I came 
too! Oh ... ooohhhh ... it was heavenly ... crazy wild and beautiful .. . 
and . .. and that's the way it happened, Darling dollman .. . that first 
time ... and I'm not sorry .. . I'm not!" 

Christ, he'd been out of breath from her mere telling of the licentious 
episode. His prick had been jerking like a triphammer. He'd have fucked a 
hag at that point, and then her final words had registered. 

"You ... you don't have to be sorry for Christ sake!" he'd heard himself 
say, yet it was still questionable in his mind if he'd meant it. "But . . . 
but did you ever see any of them ... go out with them again?" 

"No. ... I didn't want to.... The next day I was sick at my stomach for what 
I'd done. Oh, I saw Ronnie, but he hardly knew what'd happened .. . and when 
he asked me for a date I refused. I went out with other boys of course ... 
and slept with some, but there was never anything like that night again." 

"And that's your story, eh . . ?" he'd said, his hand smoothing over her 
soft belly hungrily. 

"That's my story, Daddy ... did it help?" 

He'd managed a laugh; he'd doubted most of it, concluding that she'd 
expanded the truth here and there just to set him off, and she damned sure 
had. His cock throbbed unmercifully in her little caressing hand. 

What a night it was going to be (and had been, he remembered). "You're 
lucky, you know .. . lucky that no one ever chose to fuck your tight little 
ass." 

"I-I know. ... I wanted that, too, I think ... ! Lord, I must be some sort 
of animal, Darling ... !" 

"No, Baby .. . you were just saving that for me is all." 

"Oh ... oh God, are ... are you going to fuck me there, Nick ... ?" 

"Maybe . . . one of these days for damned sure! Yeah, I'm going to take it 
sexpot... one of these days . . !" he had hissed hotly. 

"Oh .. . Oh, damn .. . yes, I want you to, Lover! Whenever you're ready ... 
just do it to me ... !" 

But it had never happened .. . and now .. . she was dead! 

There were so many things they had never quite achieved as husband and wife, 
and that was one of the forbidden ones ... forbidden ones . .. according to 
society, not love. Society, that bitch! Lieutenant Chaney had all of the 
answers depicting the mores of society . . . but he had none to offer in the 
solving of Cathy's murder ... none! 

".. . Probably a hitchhiker, Chambers," he'd said . . . even pressed the 
point. "We keep telling these women, but they won't listen. Don't pick up 
hitchhikers ... !" 

Nick hadn't been swayed by that. Of course, it could be so . . . there was a 
possibility, but he doubted it. He'd been too confused to put together any 
sound ideas of his own then, but still he disputed the rider theory. He knew 
his Cathy well enough to guess that she wasn't about to pick up some 
stranger. She'd been indoctrinated in her own hometown long before with 
Mesquite, Ronnie and Bob, and he doubted if she'd gamble on going off the 
deep-end again ... she didn't have to. Their sex-life was too full. . . . 
Then ... all right, what then . . . ? 

The name card he had? Maybe. It had to mean something, and undoubtedly had 
to do with the fact that he'd told her she could have a car of her own. Look 
around, he'd suggested. Find something you like. When you've decided, we'll 
pick it up ... but keep it cheap, Baby. . . . 

Nick examined the name card again for the hundredth time. It read: ACE AUTO 
... Jerry Marco, Salesman .. . and he'd met Marco, the punk, a meeting the 
bastard wasn't about to forget.. . . 

The appearance of a male figure in swim trunks moving toward the poolside 
where Avis lay enticingly stretched out interrupted his immediate thoughts. 
Nick sat down his coffee cup and eased closer to watch. It was the owner of 
the apartments, Joe Norman, grinning lecherously from ear to ear and 
carrying two drinks. Beautiful . .. beautiful! His delectable lure was 
working like magic; the beast was coming to test the bait. 

Nick felt his eyes narrowing bitterly and his nails digging into the flesh 
of his palms. So, the game was on . . . and now, it was up to Avis. Damn, he 
wished he could overhear their conversation... . * * * Joe Norman had 
dropped down onto the lounge beside and facing Avis, his chisled, tanned 
face spread in a warm grin that displayed a strong barrier of square, white 
teeth. He certainly wasn't an unhandsome man, she was thinking as she tasted 
the welcomed gin-tonic he'd handed her, and if it weren't for the fact that 
she felt as if she were stretched out before him like some wanton temptress 
playing at a seduction in her near-nakedness, she might well enjoy his 
company. All the same, she couldn't help the skin-crawling sensation he gave 
her each time his dark eyes swept lustfully over her body, dwelling on 
strategic contours and offering little doubt that he coveted what he saw. 

"We're all one big happy family around here," he was speaking pleasantly. 
"Not much on formality, so what do you say we drop the Mr. and Mrs. bit? You 
call me Joe and I'll call you ... ?" 

"Avis," she replied, forcing a little smile of her own. "My husband's name 
is Nick." Her husband ... Lord, how strange that sounded.... 

"How long you been married, Avis?" Norman asked, tilting his glass to his 
lips. 

"Just two weeks," she said, remembering the way they had rehearsed all of 
the detailed technicalities. "We just returned from a five-day honeymoon in 
Hawaii. It was beautiful." 

"The honeymoon or the islands?" he teased, grinning. 

"Both," Avis answered, unable to hold back the slight twinge of crimson in 
her cheeks at his inference, and wishing that her answer had been true. 

He nodded and continued to grin. "Like I said, we're just one big family 
here, Avis; I'm sure you and Nick are going to like it . .. and we're all 
going to love you." He made a sweeping motion with his arm and added: "All 
around you are people your own age, most of them married a year or less, and 
all those young husbands doing well in that ugly world out there, while 
their dollies take it nice and easy, waiting for them to get home at night 
so the fun and games can begin." 

"F-Fun and games ... ?" Avis repeated, not certain that she quite grasped 
his meaning. 

Joe Norman chuckled. Christ, was it possible that the chick was really that 
naive, or was she just being coy? Generally, his tenants came to him by 
recommendation of other lessees anxious to get a friend's wife or hubby in 
the rack, the underground fact that Norman Heights was a swinger's paradise 
privy information amongst the local hip people. But he'd rented to the 
Belyals without any such reference, one look at this gorgeous blonde bitch 
all that was necessary to let him know he had to have some. ... 

"Yeah, you know, lots of activities," he said, attempting to soften any 
sharp edges his remark might have raised that could possibly cut into the 
satyrical plan he was subconsciously hatching in his mind. "Dancing, pool 
parties, and the like. Then, on Friday nights we have our big get-together 
in the Game Room, which amounts to more of the same plus movies usually...." 

"It sounds marvelous," Avis replied, her sincerity not forced, although she 
would have pretended had it been necessary. She-mustn't forget her purpose 
there .. . and at that moment it was bait, but she couldn't help the feeling 
she was beginning to sense inside her ... the feeling that Nick was barking 
up the wrong tree . .. and God knows, he was so filled with bitter wrath 
that he could easily go off on a blind tangent.. .. 

"It is ... it is," he said, draining his glass. "I'm sure you and Nick are 
really going to dig it here." He sat up slowly, making no effort to hide the 
fact that his eyes were feasting on her half-concealed, lush breasts; then, 
they raised slowly to her lovely, ovaled face. He said: "Incidentally, did I 
understand that Nick's groping through the insurance game?" 

Avis swallowed tightly, welcoming the question in the aftermath of his 
hypothetical removal of her halter. She'd had all she could do to sit there 
before his undressing, oestrus gaze without snapping at him; yet, 
simultaneously she was wondering if she could blame him, the way she was 
exposing herself? Better that she took it out on Nick who had insisted she 
make this lewd spectacle of herself.. .. 

"Well, isn't he?" the gray-haired man repeated. "I mean, I thought that was 
what he said...." 

"Yes .. . yes, Nick is in insurance. ..." 

Joe Norman shook his head, a little smile of sympathy playing around his 
handsome mouth. "Hell, Honey, that's no place for a guy of his talent ... I 
mean ... well, naturally I don't know what his talents are really; but he's 
got a certain charisma. Damn, the guy could be making twice what he is right 
now, and I don't have any idea what that is." 

"I-I don't understand what you're getting at, Mr.. .." 

"Joe, remember?" 

"All right, Joe," Avis said, leaning forward. "What're you talking about... 
?" 

For a moment, he looked away modestly, then back at her. "Look, doll, I 
don't want to blow my own horn, but I have a few important connections. I 
mean, this condominium, my car lots, real estate, and what have you . . . 
none of it came easy, and I know what it is for a young couple first 
starting out. Remember, Claire and I've gone through it. Some of the 
husbands here that you met last night, or will meet . . . I've put them onto 
right deals, got them started, and now ... well, to make it short, they've 
got their own tidy little bundles socked away .. . and I can do that for 
Nick, Baby ... if it's something you want." 

Avis let off a deep sigh. It was almost as if they really were married and 
what he was saying was going to mean a betterment of their future together. 
She couldn't contain the feeling of excitement he'd aroused inside her. She 
said: "Well ... I must say, you make it all sound so simple ... Joe .. . and 
certainly enticing. 

I-riltalk to Nick 

" "Yeah, you talk to him, Baby," he replied, grinning. "But you better use 
those sexy charms of yours on him when you do, eh? You know, sometimes 
husbands don't dig ambitious wives; they tend to tie it into greed and too 
often, emasculation ... so be careful, eh?" 

Avis nodded, letting her eyes play over his older handsome face in a little 
analyzation program of her own. Nick was crazy! He had this man figured all 
wrong! If Cathy's murderer was housed in this establishment, of all people, 
it certainly never could be Joe Norman! Not that sex wasn't an important 
part of his life. Good Lord, that was obvious .. . apparent in his eyes when 
he looked at her ... but by the same token, that was the virile male 
instinct, and hadn't she already caught the same lust in Nick's eyes . . . 
with Cathy not yet buried a month ... ? 

"I-I'll be careful, Joe .. . but I'll talk to him 

" "Good. Now, how about a swim?" 

"No... no, I don't think so," she refused with a smile. "I'll just sit here 
and watch you." 

"I'd rather watch you, Baby," he said in a husky voice, his mind conjuring 
up that ultimate scene when he finally would get to her luscious body. 
Christ, he was going to fuck her stupid! 

She shook her head. "I'm not a very good swimmer anyway, just a sun-bather 
.. . and I think that's all this suit was made for." 

He welcomed the opportunity to let his eyes rake over her once more. 
Goddamn, she was something else! Those tits! Those hips! Those thighs...! 
"Okay, doll," he said, getting to his feet and tossing his towel onto the 
lounge. "But that wasn't what that suit was made for.... On anyone else, I'm 
not sure, but on you it was made to give men like me a bad case of sex-itis 
. .. and I think T need that swim...." 

He turned away from her and gracefully took several rapid steps then dove 
into the blue water, leaving his words ricocheting arousingly against the 
walls of her brain. Damn, she couldn't help herself; she liked him! Nick had 
to be wrong ... had to be! And somehow, she was going to make him understand 
that... ! 

Chapter 3 

Her name was still Claire Sommers legally, but she had adopted the Mrs. Joe 
Norman title some five years before and was regarded as such in San Jacques, 
her common-law husband's influence and growing wealth enabling her to enjoy 
preferred recognition, such as unlimited charge accounts. Even though she 
had never been a spendthrift, Claire felt very much like one that afternoon 
as she drove toward home thinking excitedly of the mink wrap she had just 
purchased by the mere signing of that magic title, Mrs. Joe Norman, while 
simultaneously she tried to imagine what the response of her unpredictable 
mate was going to be. 

Lord, she hadn't really intended to go that high ... fifteen hundred dollars 
.. . ! But it was a beautiful garment with perfectly matched pelts and she'd 
fallen in love with it over all the others. Besides, it wasn't as if he 
couldn't afford it, and wasn't he always prodding her to go shopping ... 
pick herself up something nice ... ? "Buy some of those sexy negligees and 
hot-nuts lingerie . . . you know, the kind that makes your big daddy's prick 
rare up and take notice, eh?" he'd say every time she took a shopping trip, 
and God knows, she had enough stimulating sex-wear to outfit a harem . .. 
but she'd never owned a mink wrap. 

Well, she did now, an absolutely magnificent thing, and her brain was racing 
like mad to conjure a method of gently persuading him that she was worth it, 
a feat that she didn't really believe was going to be too difficult. She had 
her own little modus operandi that had yet to fail with him, she was 
thinking and smiling to herself. In all truth, their relationship from the 
beginning had been as perfect as two people formed in almost the same mold 
could ever possibly expect. Oh, there'd been the thorny times when the going 
had been lean, back when he'd pimped for her, besides pushing and running 
numbers for the syndicate .. . and there'd been some other dollies of 
course, but she'd had her little escapades too and in the end both had come 
to realize that they meant too much to each other to really split-up. 

And then, the prosperous times had begun to unfold for them, making their 
love for one another more solid and certainly more pleasurable. Actually, 
she felt that their non-marriage had been a stronger bond between them than 
possession of any legal document, that, plus their mutual, ardent sex drive 
and reciprocal understanding of the other's wants, desires and needs. 

She really did love Joe Norman, and God knows, she had all the reason in the 
world to. He was her big daddy, all right, and regardless of how many of 
those sweet young wives he laid a week, he always came to mama when he 
wanted sex in the ultimate, knowing that she couldn't fail him had she 
wanted to once she caught sight of that thick and long hard shaft of his.... 

The latter thought sent a tiny ripple of sensuous pleasure tingling through 
her as she turned into their driveway. What could be more invigorating than 
killing two birds with one stone, she decided, both amused and aroused with 
her implied meaning of the cliche. And after, she'd show him her new mink . 
. . that is, if everything cum off right.. . . 

Claire laughed to herself at her own bit of carnal humor as she stepped from 
the convertible, the little fermentations mounting in her belly and loins 
bringing to mind similar occasions of times past when she would answer an 
ardent call from a new "client." Damn, she'd always been enthused with her 
work, hadn't she . .. enthused, but too often disappointed by some 
five-minute, one-shot traveling salesman from Des Moines or Topeka, and 
finally rushing home to daddy with both the money and an unsatisfied pussy.. 
.. 

God, she hoped he was home and in a proper mood.. .. * * * Joe Norman had 
seen his baby drive in. Now he sat in his favorite chair watching through 
the large open-draped window for the sight of her when she entered the court 
from the carport. He glanced at his watch: four-thirty; cocktails were in 
order; she was just in time. She came into view, a tall, ravishing charmer 
with radiant dark eyes and a bouffant coiffure of ebony tresses, looking 
every bit as young as any doll in the place. Christ, she was a sexy chick, 
all right, expe-cially in those abbreviated skirts she wore that showed off 
a good measure of her full rounded thighs and perfectly tapered calves in 
their sheer black nylons. Damn, he doubted if he could ever get too much of 
her, and what really spiced it was the variety they both interjected with 
their swinging tenants . . . the ranks of which he'd been mentally conniving 
to expand with the Belyals ever since he'd left the luscious blonde bitch 
beside the pool an hour before. .. . 

Claire entered smiling, a long package under her arm, while Joe Norman 
watched the provocative sway to her generous hips as she approached his 
chair and stood in front of him, the scintillating explosions taking place 
in her dark eyes advising him that she'd been up to something. 

"So .. . ? What've you done now?" he said, returning her smile, the essence 
of her perfume sweeping down over him. He glanced toward the package. "Well, 
what is it. . . let me see." 

She held to it, then, suddenly tossed it onto the sofa, away from them. "No, 
not yet," she replied cutely, slowly lowering herself to her knees between 
his legs. "I've got to be certain that you're ready for this, Honey." 

"Oh?" He chuckled. "Sounds promising, Chickie . . . And just how do you 
propose doing that?" 

Claire's eyes twinkled excitedly, then she lay her head down on his lap. "I 
have my ways," she said softly, suggestively. "You see, Lover, I did 
something today ..." 

"Something ... ? Like what . . . seducing some unwary stud .. . ?" he 
teased, smoothing a big hand over her satiny-skinned cheek. 

"Maybe . . . jealous?" 

Norman cnuckled. "Hell, no," he said good-naturedly. "Oh, I might be if I 
thought there was any more to it that a spur of the moment piece .. . but I 
think I know my Chickie well enough to realize that a good extracurricular 
fuck or two usually brings her running back to daddy." 

A little shudder of excitement passed over Claire and she hugged him. 
"That's why I love you, Joe -... you know and understand me like a book . .. 
except you're not quite right about what I did." She released him, trailing 
her hand over his flat stomach and down to the front of his trousers where 
the pressure of her head against him had caused his rod to stir. With a 
pointed nail, she outlined the length of his growing cock and it jerked 
noticeably beneath its cloth covering while he made a husky gasping sound. 
"This time, Darling, I spent money ... I bought me something," she said as 
she taunted him. 

"So... ? Who's got a better right to spend my loot?" he managed, his libido 
quickly revived in the aftermath of Avis Belyal from his enchanting, wanton 
mate's educated fingers. "And on top of that, maybe I've got a groovy 
surprise program in the making for both of us. Now, how does that tickle 
your imagination, Chickie?" 

"Wow ... I don't know, Lover .. . but past experience tells me I'm going to 
like it!" she said, using her thumb and forefinger as she moved up and down 
the long, thick protrusion. Her eyes danced licentiously and she watched the 
growing lust twist his handsome face. "Tell me more." 

"After you, Baby," he replied, running his fingers through her hairdo 
destructively as tiny ripples of lewd desire raced swiftly over the 
sensitive nerve ends of his skin. "It's your party." 

She paused in her ministrations momentarily. "I love you, Joe Norman, but 
you always were a wicked man. Anyway, I'd bet my month's supply of birth 
control pills that it has to do with that new couple . . . what was their 
name? Belayal. . . ?" 

"Belyal," he corrected, grinning through his building lust. "And you're too 
friggin' hip for just a woman. Now, what'd you buy and for how much?" 

"Would it make a difference, Darling .. . ? The how much, I mean .. . ?" she 
put to him. 

He continued to grin. Finally, he said: "Not as long as you kept it under 
five Gs it wouldn't . .. and anything over that might find you on the street 
again." 

She laughed. "I'm not worried about that, Lover ... remember, how jealous 
you used to get? Now, tell me about the Belyals ..." 

Christ, what a doll she was! He ought to marry her ... make it all up and 
above board; she deserved the best. Damnit, one of these days he would; the 
luscious cunt did things to him .. . besides, he owed it to her ... and 
sonofabitch, he always did get jealous of her Johns, didn't he? He said: 
"Okay, let's have it ... what've you done this time?" 

She answered with a smile, her hand moving to his belt, slowly beginning to 
unbuckle it. "Not yet, Lover," she whispered. "Not before I've established 
the proper mood..." 

Joe Norman's handsome face flushed satyrically at the sight and feel of her 
opening the front of his trousers. He' realized the drapes were wide apart 
but could care less. This was no goddamned convent, and everyone in the 
place knew it with the exception of the Belyals ... and they soon would. He 
watched her lower the zipper of his fly then tantalizingly slide her long 
slender fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his weight 
automatically and she began to slip both trousers and shorts down over his 
hips, then went to his feet to tug the garments off of him. Satisfied, she 
sat back on her haunches between his legs to look at him, her eyes locking 
on his long, thick prick standing rigidly, its purple tip peeking from 
beneath its heavy, uncircumcised foreskin, his balls beneath resting on the 
cushion of the chair between his spread hairy, muscular thighs. She was 
happy. 

Joe's mouth grew dry as he watched with mounting anticipation, never knowing 
with this keen lass what was coming next. His prick had begun to tingle 
lustfully and he could feel his nuts tightening and swelling beneath it. He 
couldn't help but smile a bit too, knowing that she was trying to soften the 
blow of whatever in hell it was she'd done. But right at that point he 
could've cared less; nothing meant a damn, only that she get to the action 
... ! 

Claire reached up behind her, lowering the zipper to her dress, shrugging 
the tiny thing from her smooth, white shoulders, and letting it drop to her 
waist. Then, she unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms and exposing 
her heavy, erect breasts to him, their dark nipples immediately budding into 
hardness with the brushing of the cool air against them. 

Norman's breath sucked in as always at the erotic sight of her full, pointed 
breasts. She leaned forward, sliding her hands along the outer side of his 
strong hairy thighs to his buttocks and gently tugged until he slid toward 
her to the edge of the chair cushion. Then, without a word, she encircled 
her fingers around his erect shaft and began to stroke and massage it 
meaningfully, rubbing the outer skin up and down while she slipped her other 
hand beneath the velvety sac of his balls, cradling their softness in her 
small, warm palm. Joe groaned audibly, clenching his teeth at her loving 
ministrations to his genitals. 

"I-I bought a wrap, Daddy," she whispered. "It's beautiful.. . you'll love 
it. I-It's mink 

" "Damn... ! Who gives a shit!" he blurted as she gave his cock a tender 
squeeze that sent a wild shock-wave rippling up his backbone. "Just keep 
going, Chickie! Don't stop! You're taunting the floodgates!" 

Claire tittered warmly. She drew his prick's heavy foreskin down below its 
coronal rim, watching the satiny, blood-filled head pulsate excitedly. 
"Fifteen hundred dollars, Daddy . . . that's what it cost," she said, 
watching the expression on his lust-contorted face. "Fifteen hundred ..." 

"So? Fifteen thousand! Fuck it! Christ, get at it. Chickie! Now ... !" 

Delightedly, Claire leaned forward, taking her breasts in her hands and 
drawing them apart to press the soft, white valley snug to his cock, then 
bringing the voluptuous abundant mounds of supple hot flesh together, 
completely engulfing the rigid shaft of his throbbing prick. 

Norman groaned, thrusting his loins forward automatically at the hot, soft 
contact of her smooth, resilient flesh wrapped around his thick, long rod, 
his hips beginning an immediate up and down rhythmic pumping. 

Claire took his big hands then and placed them on her breasts to knead and 
manipulate as he liked, while with her own she cupped his balls and gently 
raked her nails beneath them with one hand, the other worming up the hairy 
crevice between his buttocks in a slow tantalizing approach toward his anus. 

Joe Norman grunted from deep in his chest as he felt her finger reach his 
rectum. He gaped in mounting lust at the sight of his cock engulfed between 
his doll's warm, soft tits ... felt her long nails grazing the sensitive, 
velvety skin of his balls .. . and the slow, salacious penetration of her 
long finger slipping up into his rectum ... up, up, up . .. until he could 
finally feel the palm of her little hand resting warmly against his lean 
buttocks. 

"Goddamn!" he blurted huskily. "What the hell did you buy anyway ... the 
Santa Monica pier, or something..."!" 

Claire tittered delightedly, her sparkling eyes alive with her own building 
desire. "I know how to reach you don't I, Daddy?" 

"You're a beautiful, wanton bitch! No fucking wonder you couldn't make a 
good whore; you loved your work too much!" he rasped, half in smile, half 
dazed with the increased sensations building in his loins. 

"Tell me about the groovy surprise program with the Belyals," she said, 
beginning to rotate her long finger provocatively in his nether hole. "I'll 
be honest, that blond young brute intrigues me, Lover . . ." 

"So, what else is new?" he choked, with good-natured sarcasm, while with his 
powerful hands, he kneaded and squeezed the soft, satiny hillocks of her 
supple breasts, enclosing them tightly around his heavy, loin-thrusting 
prick and she leaned close to run her tongue moistly over his hair-covered 
belly and chest in hot little tantalizing trails of sensuous pleasure. 

"Like maybe .. . Daddy wants to bed that golden long-haired dolly, eh . . . 
?" Claire teased, knowing full well that he'd probably been thinking of 
little else most of the day, all things being normal with this man whom she 
loved and shared the fullest of hedonistic pleasures. 

"I-It's crossed my mind, Chickie," he managed, then chuckled. "But right at 
the moment ... you've got a more urgent matter to handle . . . that is, if 
you're up to it. .." 

Claire raised her head quickly to glance into his grinning face. She 
half-smiled. "Is that a challenge, Lover?" 

He saw the tiny tip of her little pink tongue trace the edge of her lush red 
lips sensually, the eager expression in her eyes unmistakable. Christ, she 
was a sultan's dream. She'd as soon take it between her lips as her legs . 
.. "Hell," he pretended, "I'm not that much of a fool, I want to be able to 
walk before tomorrow." 

Again, Claire laughed warmly. "Oh ... I love you daddy-man?" she exclaimed, 
letting go of his testicles and sliding that hand up the thick shaft of his 
heavy prick, easing back from him and lowering her face until he felt the 
warm moistness of those full open lips closing tensingly down over his 
pulsating cockhead. 

"Uuggghhh," he grunted involuntarily, immediately tangling his hands in her 
now disheveled, raven hair and shoving his loins upward at her. He watched 
with lewd fascination her bobbing head and her warm mouth lubriciously 
absorbing his fleshy rod in an up and down motion, then he caught sight of 
their reflection in the wall mirror across the room and his excitement 
increased when he saw the thickness of his cock vanishing between her 
encircling, rouge-rimmed lips. 

She twirled her tongue maddeningly around the moist stickiness of the 
blood-inflated head while her probing finger continued to play in the soft 
spongy flesh of his anal passage, occasionally taunting his prostate to set 
off wild charges of sensation rippling through his loins and belly, and he 
gaped at the wall mirror, watching as his ever hardening and growing prick 
stroked in and out of her ovaled, sucking mouth. 

"Oh Christ!" he groaned. "Suck it, Chickie! Suck that cock like you meant 
it!" 

She did, her head beginning a furious, obscene nodding rhythm with his 
fingers entangled in her hair, and he gaped in satyrical lust at their 
likeness, staring as she plunged down on it, absorbing nearly the full 
length into the hot cavern of her sucking mouth and throat. She'd 
immediately worked it up to that level where it was pulsating and jerking 
with every flick of her tiny tongue, and as he watched he saw the pinkish 
flesh of her inner lips being pulled out grotesquely with ever voracious 
sucking upstroke, her own obvious passion mounting rapidly as she 
concentrated wholeheartedly on her salacious task. 

Joe wished to hell now that he'd made her strip, yet there was something 
licentiously stimulating in her just being naked to the waist and the way 
her luscious hips and thighs were undulating secretly beneath the tiny 
skirt; he knew she had reached that stage of achieving her own gratification 
... a rare ecstasy that few women could boast, orgasm through sexual 
excitement and mental whet alone. She'd wait for him, build to that peak, 
then his ejaculation into her mouth would trip her climax as certain as 
eight inches of cock buried in her educated cunt. The thought of that alone 
was driving him wild as he watched her slave over him, her heavy breasts 
jerking and dancing below, all of it adding to the unbelievable pressure in 
his swollen balls. 

"Suck it . . . suck it ... suck it, Baby!" he rasped, lying his head back 
against the chair and pretending for the moment she was young Avis Belyal. 
Goddamn, he'd have her like this, ramming it deep in her throat ... all the 
way to her fucking tonsils . .. he'd pump his jism right down into that 
white belly of hers until she was ready to burst... ! Jesus, if only that 
other little tight-assed bitch hadn't tried to play so fucking noble on him 
.. . acting as if she didn't know what a prick was, while all of the time 
those goddamned impish eyes of hers were calling her a liar as they locked 
on it hungrily once he'd whipped it out there on the beach. But something 
had come over her because she'd changed from a hot little wife ready for a 
measure of strange cock to an insulted female bitch ... and after she'd led 
him on... Damn her! If only she hadn't flaunted that come-and-get-it air ... 
the fucking little cocktease! Godamn her! Well, he had, hadn't he ... all 
the way, too! He'd shown the bitch! And she'd never tease another ... unless 
it was Satan, himself... ! Oh shit, what a time to remember all of that ... 
when his nuts were about to explode .. . ready to blow his load right down 
his Chickie's eager throat! 

"Come on, Doll, come on!" he hissed as his wife toiled below, the exposed 
portion of her body beginning to glisten from the tiny beads of sweat 
forming on her smooth white skin. Damn, he felt like pissing as she started 
to swirl her deeply imbedded finger furiously in his asshole, massaging his 
prostate vigorously . . . pissing right in her mouth . .. and he would if he 
could! The pressure grew in his balls ... it wouldn't be long now. His cock 
felt as if it weighed twenty pounds and was made of pig-iron ... and any 
fucking second it was going to explode in a thousand fragmentary bits and 
pieces probably shattering his sucking wife's skull like a pumpkin. He 
shoved his loins hard up against her face, ignoring her little protesting 
mumbles . .. and then it was time! 

He felt it surging up from the depths of his balls and he clutched at her 
head while the racing flood traveled the long length of his prick, then he 
sensed the first shudder of her own orgasm seize her and she began to suck 
with an even more insane fury. He gasped loudly, his lips bared back from 
his teeth as gush after gush of his white hot sperm spewed into her mouth 
from his pumping cock. She swallowed wildly, her cheeks bloating and 
hollowing, her voluptuous body quivering and jerking with her own climax, 
while she continued to suck in greedy hunger, little whimpering sounds 
humming in her chest, her head never stopping even as he rammed his prick 
farther and farther down her throat and he continued to shoot his load 
deeper and deeper into her salaciously sucking mouth. 

Finally, a convulsive shudder passed over him and he groaned a heavy sigh as 
the final dregs of his sperm were sucked out of him and his cock began to 
deflate in her mouth. Still, she clung to it, nibbling tenderly, licking and 
cleaning it until it glistened in its use- less, flaccid state ... at last, 
kissing it and raising her face to him. 

^ "Now, Daddy," she said, her dark eyes gleaming happily because she knew 
she had satisfied him as well as herself, "I think you're ready to see my 
new wrap ... in the right frame of mind, that is." 

Joe Norman broke into a slow, half-exhausted grin. "Who the hell has a mind 
at a time like this?" he said, leaning his head back against the rim of the 
chair. "You took unfair advantage of me and you know it." 

Claire laughed softly. "Did you like, Lover?" 

"No comment .. . you might get over confident, and that's bad news with any 
broad," he teased. "So why don't you just get up and either put that dress 
on or take it off, then build a shaker of martinis so I can get some energy 
back." 

Again, Claire tittered. "In case of an emergency, Daddy?" she said. 

"Smart ass ... let me see this mess of animal hides you spent my hard 
swindled money for." 

Claire smiled warmly up at him. God, how she loved this man . .. he'd been 
so good to her. Damn, she could do it all over again . . . just go on making 
love to him in every way imaginable, for with each approach she knew she 
could climax with a minimum, or no effort on his part, and she was extremely 
proud of that. 

She got to her feet, her thoughts instigating revived sexual fermentations 
in her belly as she walked to the big window and drew the drapes closed. She 
made a special effort to square her shoulders, suck in her belly and thrust 
her breasts forward provocatively as she began to strip the remainder of her 
clothing down over the lower portion of her body. Damn, she didn't feel like 
sharing him with anyone this night, and the more she thought of it the more 
stimulating the tingling in her belly became. 

God, she wondered if the day would ever come when she would get enough? 
"Now, tell me about the Be-lyals. Daddy," she said, slipping the tiny sheer 
panties from her curvaceous hips down her full thighs and long legs 
alluringly, aware of the rekindled spark in her Joe's lecherous expression 
as he watched her, while interspersing thoughts of the blond young adonis 
with the odd name flitted in and out of mind. If he was only half as good as 
he looked . . . wow .. . ! 

The bitch! Joe Norman thought. She hadn't had enough yet. Must be in one of 
those impossible, draining moods of hers, and the idea wasn't exactly 
revolting to him. Shit, one glance at her in the raw was all he even needed; 
she had the body of a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and between those strong 
round thighs where the black silken hair grew in a V-shaped, carpet of soft 
curling down was the most educated cunt on the West Coast.... She was 
smiling at him as she moved across the room toward her package, her dimpled 
buttocks jiggling and swaying as were her thrusting tits, and suddenly he 
realized that his prick was lengthening once more while his loins began to 
throb dully. 

"What're you going to do?" he asked, his eye level fixed on the almost 
enshrouded pink split between her thighs. 

"Try on my new wrap for you, Baby ... while you tell me about the program 
with the Belyals ..." 

"Fuck the wrap .. . the Belyals too," he rasped coarsely. "Get over here and 
down on the floor. Daddy feels the urge to bury this growing piece of 
feverish meat, and he's almost certain he knows where to find just the right 
sized hole." 

Claire spun about, letting the package slip from her hand, her sparkling 
eyes feasting on the rehardened shaft protruding from his hairy loins and 
pointed ceil-ingward once more. She couldn't restrain the little shiver of 
delight that spontaneously rippled up her spine. He wasn't lying; she saw 
the thick and long swollen rod in question and wild little currents of 
anticipation raced through her belly and loins. Everything else could wait. 
. . but she couldn't.... 

Chapter 4 

Nick was contemplating the fact that the sexy, abbreviated white shorts Avis 
was wearing while she rustled up their dinner in the small kitchenette were 
no less inciting than the bikini briefs she'd worn earlier at the pool with 
Joe Norman. He found it easier not to look at her, from an embarrassing 
standpoint that was, for his rod had been in a semi-state of hardness for 
the past hour, ever since he'd emerged from the bedroom and he'd gaped, 
swallowing tightly, convinced that he could make out the entire outline of 
her pubic mound, including the erotic crease separating the lips of her 
pussy. 

Presently, that portion of her was hidden from him behind the counter that 
served as a partition to the living room and kitchen area, but he still kept 
his back to her while he mixed manhattans for them, the low-cut, black 
jersey pullover she'd chosen not adding to the situation. Christ, he doubted 
that she had on a damn bra beneath it, only those luscious pointed tits of 
hers, and as innocent as her intentions might be, he was only a mere 
goddamned male animal. 

"Honest, Nick," he heard her say as she continued to garnish the steaks and 
he stirred the shaker's contents vigorously, "I'm sure you're wrong about 
him. He seems so nice, certainly not the type to ever . .. well, you know 
what I mean...." 

"Murderers don't usually advertise the fact, Avis," he replied softly. "And 
you better keep your voice down .. . these walls are thin." 

"Yes ... I'm sorry . .. but he was so concerned that we be happy here," she 
went on, "insisting that we join in the parties and things. ..." 

"Yeah, I'll bet," Nick said, the sarcasm keen in his tone. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" she challenged. "I tell you, he was only 
being nice. I mean, even to suggesting that he might be able to help you 
better yourself financially. Lord, does that sound to you like the type of 
man who would ... ?" 

"Cool it, Doll!" Nick snapped, turning to face her. "This place has ears! 
Besides, I'm not accusing Joe Norman of anything ... or anyone else just 
yet," he said. Then, he nearly told her what he'd already learned about the 
Norman Heights condominium and its swinging activities by inquiring around 
San Jacques, but caught himself in time. Better that she didn't know if she 
were going to be of any further help to him. And by the same token, he 
didn't want the goddamned sensations that were stirring in his belly at the 
mere sight of her there looking at him from behind the kitchen-side of the 
counter, her golden hair pulled casually back in a long ponytail, her wide 
green eyes searching his face, her beautiful features caught in a mild, 
offended expression at the sharpness of his voice . .. her magnificent 
breasts jutting forward like two peaked melons beneath the clinging 
material.... Jesus Christ, he damned sure wasn't ready for them . .. or was 
he ... ? 

For a moment, she had paused in what she was doing and just stared at him; 
now, she dropped her eyes and went back to her work. 

"H-How do you like your steak, Mr. Belyal, raw?" she asked sarcastically. 

Nick sighed heavily. "Anyway you fix it'll be fine," he said, turning back 
to the small bar and pouring into the stemmed glasses. Damnit, he'd been a 
fool to drag her into this in the first place. With the likes of Joe Norman, 
anything could happen. But it wasn't too late to get her out. Christ, she 
was like an innocent child ... and now, he was more certain than ever that 
she was a virgin . .. and this goddamned party wasn't going to be any place 
for maidenheads before it was over . . . he felt certain of that. The best 
thing he could do was get her out of there now .. . hire a whore to finish 
the job .. . and get a little needed servicing in the bargain.... 

Nick set their glasses on the counter and climbed onto one of the two bar 
stools, offering a smile as she turned from placing the steaks on the grill. 
"Sorry, Baby," he said in his throaty baritone. "Didn't mean to come on so 
heavy. Here ... come over and join me in some needed uplift. ..." He held 
her glass aloft and out to her, struggling desperately to keep his eyes on 
her face as she slowly returned his smile and moved with jouncing, swaying, 
enticing grace toward him. 

"I-I'm sorry, too, Nick," she replied softly. "Honest, I am. It's . .. it's 
just that .. . well ... I don't believe that Joe 

" "Unh unh unh ... no more, Baby," Nick said, shaking his head. 

She hesitated then nodded agreeably, her fetching smile still evident as she 
climbed onto the other stool partially facing him. "All right, husband. I 
guess I'm just not used to being the female passive as yet." 

Nick grinned at her. Christ, she was a gorgeous creature. He sensed his 
penis swelling uncontrollably, causing an embarrassed flush in his cheeks; 
he hoped to hell she wouldn't notice. What the devil would she think of him, 
with Cathy not buried a month yet... ? Sonofabitch, he had to get a better 
grip on himself if he intended to accomplish what Lieutenant Chaney 
couldn't, and he damned sure did intend to 

 He said: "Well, just remember, Doll, the female passive is only a role. . . 
. Anyway, I think we've done all we can . .. together, I mean." He picked up 
his cocktail and sampled half of it, feeling her lovely eyes questioning his 
statement. "You may be right," he went on, "Norman could be all that you say 
... but then, on the other hand, he may not be . . . and that's the gamble I 
don't intend to take." 

Avis tasted her drink, her expression clouding even more. "I don't think I 
understand what you mean, Nick." 

He took his glass and slid from the stool onto his feet, walking aimlessly 
across the room. In front of the drape-drawn picture window he turned to 
face her again and said: "I'll be honest, Baby, I made a mistake in dragging 
you into this. I just wasn't thinking straight the other night when I asked 
you to stick your neck out this way 

 I guess, my brain was too crammed with thoughts of Cathy and what her 
killer had subjected her to 

Nothing, or no one else, mat- tered only that I find him . . . and at any 
cost ... but it suddenly occurs to me that you'd be too big of price to pay. 
You're leaving here, Avis .. . and you're going to- night, before anything 
happens to you." 

Avis stared at him in utter surprise . . . disappointment, resentment, and a 
twinge of exhilaration forming a strange conglomeration of emotions inside 
her as his words registered, his "too big of price to pay" phrase helping 
her to keep rein on her mounting anger. 

"Now just a minute, Nick Chambers," she started, setting her glass down with 
authority and stretching one long, shapely leg to the floor while the other 
remained braced on the stool rung, her beautiful eyes narrowing 
determinedly. "I'm not quite sure what you're getting at, but let's get a 
couple of things straight. I'm no child and you didn't hoodwink me into 
anything. I came here of my own free will because I wanted to ... and 
although I don't believe there's the slightest bit of danger involved, I 
have no intention of running away if there is. In short, I don't intend 
leaving this apartment without you ... my fictitious husband. So, that is 
that!" 

Her sudden unflinching reply had jarred Nick aback and for a moment he 
simply looked at her in astonishment, undeniably pleased, but still 
convinced he was right. This wasn't any place for a delectable girl of her 
character . .. with that spectacular body of hers ... and Christ, those 
goddamned shorts were etching the outline of her entire pelvis area like a 
blueprint, just as the nipples of her full, pointed breasts were causing the 
jersey material to protrude strategically like a pair of in-sewn buttons 

Damn, he felt his cock give an ungovernable lurch and saw her eye level drop 
to the front of his trousers immediately. 

Red-faced, he tried to cover with: "I-I still think you're making a mistake, 
Baby ... I mean, there's some aspects to this setup you're not familiar 
with...." 

Avis wasn't quite certain what had come over her, but she was definitely 
positive that it had! In the wake of the emotions she had felt only moments 
before, something wild and almost wanton had rippled through her devilishly, 
causing rare but not unfamiliar little sensations of excitement to tingle in 
her belly . .. yes, and even her loins. God, it had to be the startling 
sight of his ... his penis moving inside his pants ... and she could still 
see its outline there . . . long and thick.... It was hardening! Or maybe it 
was already hard! How would she know about such happenings? She was so 
damnably ignorant sexually .. . ! Oh Lord, she felt near to bawling.... 

"I'm not leaving, damnit! I'm not!" she heard herself half-shout at him in a 
frustrated voice. "I've come this far and ... and I'm going to see it 
through ... !" 

Nick drained his glass, his brain racing in circles. Jesus Christ, what was 
happening here, anyway?. His prick was as hard as a sash weight and she knew 
it .. . kept looking down at it! Christ, did she want it ... want him to 
make a pass at her? Was that it . . . why were the tears suddenly puddling 
in her eyes? Frustration of the twenty-two-year-old virgin . . . and he'd 
bet his ass that she was . .. ! But he'd promised ... no passes ... ! The 
thought struck him that she might well have been his real wife at that very 
moment had he been equal to her .. . and if she hadn't introduced him to 
Cathy! It was the latter that had turned the final trick though, wasn't it? 
The way she had gently steered him away from herself toward her roommate .. 
. with that smiling, beautiful face and an air of untouchable superiority . 
. . guided him right into Cathy's voluptuous little hands to be overwhelmed 
by her sensuous desires and permissive morals. Until he had married and 
loved her ... he had! Yes, he'd loved his Cathy . .. hadn't he ... ? 

"Do you have any goddamned idea what goes on in this place, Baby?" he put to 
her harshly. "Hell, I know you don't, but I'm going to tell you, then you'll 
understand why it isn't going to work. This condominium is a setup for 
swingers, Doll . . . mate swappers .. . husbands and wives who like to 
change off and make it with other males and females on a steady diet, no 
holds barred routine .. . and that's the ultimate finale of all the fun and 
games that Joe Norman was inviting you to join. Now, does that clarify the 
situation for you?" 

Avis sensed that her mouth had fallen open in stupi-60 fied amazement. My 
God, what sort of hogwash was he trying to hand her, anyway? Oh, not that 
she was unaware such things went on, but here ... in San Jacques, this 
sedate little town? No, he wasn't fooling her in the slightest; he was 
trying to force her into leaving all right, but for some hidden reason she 
hadn't been able to fathom as yet and he was using this ridiculous sex angle 
thinking it would frighten her off. Well, that was where he was wrong .. . 
damned wrong! Because she was staying right there with him! She'd almost 
lost him once, and she certainly didn't intend to take the gamble again no 
matter what the cost. .. . All the same, it might be interesting to learn 
what he would do if she did leave... . 

"And what would you tell Joe Norman . .. that we argued and I went home to 
mother?" 

"Yeah, something like that," he answered, turning toward the little bar 
where the shaker sat. "Don't worry, I'll think of a story. The important 
thing is that you get out of danger...." 

"And then I presume you'll find some other girl to take my place ... some 
slut, maybe?" Avis half-spat, unable to hold down the rage she was feeling. 
"After all, you've got to have someone to swap like the rest. You can always 
tell them she's your mistress and that your stupid, innocent wife knows 
nothing about her! That ought to go over pretty big in this type of 
operation, hadn't it, Mr. Belyal?" 

Nick turned toward her, holding his glass in one hand and the shaker in the 
other. He saw the tears in her lovely eyes once more; Christ, she was 
talking like a jealous wife! He crossed the room to where she still sat upon 
the stool and as he drew close she drained her glass then held it out. He 
filled it without taking his eyes from hers, reading both the hurt and anger 
in these glistening, tear-saturated orbs of beauty ... and before he 
realized what he was doing he had set the shaker, his glass and hers, onto 
the counter and was drawing her up off the stool into his arms. ... 

She melted against him, her full supple breasts burrowing into his chest, 
her lush, petulant lips falling open moistly to receive his, her dampened 
eyes closing while her arms slid upward around his neck and he pulled her 
tightly against him, his mouth smothering hers in feverish want. 

Avis was too overjoyed to even attempt a thought of what was happening. He 
was holding her in his arms and kissing her ... at last ... oh, at long, 
long last! She felt his tongue caressing her lips, then bidding at the 
barrier of her teeth for reception, while his big hands smoothed warmly over 
her back and he held her so tight she could barely breathe in his arms, the 
delicious masculine smell of him like a heady fragrance sent down from 
heaven itself. Then .. . then, she sensed the throbbing of his hardened 
penis, so long and rigid, and pressed soHdly into the soft flesh of her 
abdomen . .. felt it jerk and pulsate hotly against her, as if it were 
manipulating itself from a brain of its own, and wild sensations of never 
before experienced carnal delight raced to and fro in her belly and loins. 
She sent her tiny tongue forward to meet his in warm, moist experimentation 
of lingual caress, the little purling noises escaping her throat doing so of 
their own volition. 

For a long moment, Nick refused to acknowledge anything but the voluptuous 
enchantment of her in his arms. The aroma of her, the sweet taste of her 
mouth, the feel of her delicious body tight against him, her supple breasts 
drilling into his chest, her soft belly and firm hips, thighs, and pelvis 
pressuring snugly to his own while his cock spasmed wildly against the soft 
cushion of her little belly.... Fuck! He couldn't stand it! 

He forced her away from him, taking a step backwards. "What the hell are we 
doing, anyway?" he rasped, shaking his head. 

Avis clung to his arms. "A-Are you sorry, Nick?" she hissed. "I'm not... !" 

He stared at her. "You don't know what you're saying . .. what you're 
letting yourself in for. ..." 

"I know I'm not leaving here without you, Nick Chambers, no matter what," 
she said firmly. "Like I said . .. I've come this far .. . I'm going all the 
way!" 

"I-I tell you that you don't know what you're talking about, for Christ's 
sake!" Nick swore sharp. "This is no goddamned game for virgins, Baby! 
Crumbs like Joe Norman play for keeps, or don't you value that fucking 
cherry of yours anymore?" 

His bitter use of the vile word only seemed to add to the excited ripples 
soaring madly back and forth in Avis' belly and she couldn't contain the 
tiny shiver of excitement that flickered over her as she continued to cling 
tightly to his arms. "M-Maybe not as much as you do, Nick Chambers!" she 
replied, her eyes challenging his. 

"You . . . you little fool! There's danger here ... if Norman ever learns 
that I'm looking for Cathy's murderer... !" 

"Then, you do think he did it?" 

"I'm not certain who did it, but I know he's here someplace, and the only 
way I'm going to find out is play their game, the swap game, and I'm going 
to need a wife to do that...." 

"So .. . ? I'm her! Ask anyone in this court!" Avis said determinedly. "And 
you're not going to send me home to mother because I'm not leaving." 

"Goddamned. You're a virgin, aren't you?" he threw at her. 

"Well is that so damned bad?" she half-shouted back at him. "And what kind 
of a husband are you that you can't do something about it ... or would you 
prefer that I plead with you to make love to me?" 

Nick could hardly believe his ears, yet he knew it was so; she was 
practically begging him to fuck her. She wanted to help him that badly . .. 
was willing to sacrifice her virginity and who knew what else to do it! 
Christ almighty! He'd seen and had all kinds, but this enchanting creature 
was absolutely the most ... and his prick felt like a white-hot ingot 
because of her. Yet, goddamn, as much as he'd give right at that moment to 
sink his throbbing cock into the chaste raw flesh of her never-used pussy 
and hold her magnificent body in his arms, he realized it would only be the 
beginning, that the dangers would be yet to come as he began to close in on 
the killer, and he couldn't subject her to that. 

Suddenly, she had moved close to him again .. . was crowding her voluptuous 
body tight to his, and then he felt her warm, soft hand exploring, 
caressing, her finger tracing the outline of his aching, rock-hard penis, 
and it struck him like a bolt of lightning what he had to do ... and how he 
had to do it... ! It was the only goddamned way to get her out of there . . 
. away from any possible danger .. . ! 

Abruptly, he clutched her wrist, scooped up the cocktail shaker and led her 
off on a trot toward the one bedroom, tilting the container to his lips as 
he walked. Inside, he kicked the door shut behind them with his heel, then 
turned to twist the key, extract it, and throw it across the room. 

"Okay, Baby," he half-sneered lewdly. "Strip! You want that hole up between 
your legs opened up .. . well, I've got just the cock to do the job. So 
let's play house for real .. . let's fuck, Doll. Take 'em off!" 

Avis doubted that he could've stunned her more had he struck her a solid 
blow with his fist. She stood there dumbfounded, staring at him in perplexed 
disbelief. His contemptuously foul use of vile words and vulgarities had 
jarred her backwards several steps and she gaped at him open-mouthed as she 
watched the salacious grin twist his handsome mouth while obvious lust began 
to bead into his blue-eyes. My God, he hadn't had that much to drink; what 
was happening to him .. . ? 

"Nick . . . please ... is it necessary to make it dirty. I-I don't 
understand you.. .." 

"Understand? What the hell's to understand, Baby? 

A wife I needed ... a wife I've got... however make-believe. And a wife's 
function is to fuck and suck her husband, just as it's a husband's duty to 
ream his frau's virginal cunt for her. ..." 

"My God! Stop that filthy talk!" Avis cried out at him, shaking her head in 
complete unbelief. He was making some despicable joke . . . had to be! It 
was some warped piece of ill-chosen humor ... done in very bad taste ... and 
filthy words . . . dear God! It just wasn't happening this way! Impossible! 
She backed further away from him, gaping in hurt bewilderment.... He had to 
be drunk . . . didn't realize what he was saying! Yes . . . that was it, on 
top of the shock of Cathy.... She must help him ... get him to bed... . 
Sleep ... he needed sleep ... ! 

"Come on! What're you waiting for, wife?" he prodded, interrupting her 
near-frenzied thoughts, setting the shaker on the dresser and beginning to 
pull at his own clothing. "Don't tell me you're getting hangups already?" 

She had backed to the bed but caught herself before falling onto it. My God, 
this wasn't the way she wanted it; she had to think of something.. . ! 
"P-Please, Darling . .. can't we have another drink first. . ?" she tried, 
letting her words trail off as he moved toward her, his mouth twisting in a 
lurid half-grin that caused her breath to catch in her throat, and suddenly 
in mounting panic, she dodged around him, running to the door and pulling 
frantically at the knob. 

Nick gritted his teeth, hating himself for what he was doing to her. But 
Christ, he couldn't think of any other way to get her out of there, even 
though in the back of his mind he realized that he was destroying any chance 
he ever had with her . . . but the important thing now was only her 
safety.... He forced himself to laugh behind her, a luridly lascivious 
little nasal sound that said more than any words he could speak. 

Avis remembered finally that he'd locked the door and tossed the key across 
the room! She swung about to face him, falling back against the barrier for 
support. He was grinning loosely at her, almost evilly she felt, his tongue 
darting out to moisten his lips. 

"Strip, I said," he ordered, his fingers working at the buttons of his 
shirt. 

"N-Nick ... wait ... my God . .. you're not yourself ... please, later ... 
not now . . . not this way," she tried. "I... I can't...." 

"Fuck later! Now, Baby. This is going to take some time ... training you in 
the art of what every successful little wife should know. After all, you 
don't want to blow the whole deal when Joe Norman, or whoever, gets ready to 
slip their cocks into you at one of the fun and game parties, do you . .. ?" 

"Oh, my God!" Avis gasped, cringing, yet tingling within at the horrible 
sound of the obscene words she couldn't remember ever having heard uttered 
before this day, and the horrifying significant meaning of his vile 
statement at that petrifying moment, while he continued to remove the 
clothes from his tall, muscular young body; until at last he stood before 
her licentiously naked, his thick, hard penis lancing out from his lean, 
hairy loins like some unleased instrument of torture. 

She gaped in total disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lustful 
grin began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over 
the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch while she stared in 
fascinated abhorrance, unable to shake the tiny galvanic sensations creating 
the turmoil in her belly and loins, mesmerized at the spectacle of several 
droplets of white fluid seeping from the small slit at its tip. 

"Spellbound tool, isn't it, Baby?" he taunted purposefully, yet taking 
unwanted pleasure, too, in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to. 
"Now, for the nomenclature.... This is the shaft of a prick in the erect 
state . .. and the head or glans with the foreskin pulled back ... and these 
are the male testicles, better known in the idiom as balls...." 

"Stop it, Nick! My God, stop!" she shouted at him, tears suddenly spilling 
uncontrollably down her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, despising 
himself yet taking a perverted degree of titillation in watching the 
contorted expressions of shock blending with unhideable excitement chasing 
each other over her lovely young face. 

And he didn't stop, but continued to grin lewdly at her while she stood as 
if glued with her back to the door, watching hypnotically his stroking of 
the rigid fleshy rod, the unbelievable thickness and length of it 
instigating a new dreading fear in her mind that she had never before 
imagined. Dear Lord, no woman could ever take such a thing inside her there 
... at least, she was certain that she never could! She knew her capacity 
... had examined herself before, and she was small... . My God, it would 
tear her apart .. . split her wide open ... ! 

He was moving toward her again! 

"Don't, Nick! Please .. . don't come any closer ... not this way ... oh, 
God, please?" she pleaded, even as she knew her words were being ignored 
entirely ... that he was going to take her helpless, virginal body no matter 
how much she begged him not to .. . unless she agreed to leave, and that she 
wasn't about to do ... ! 

"Are you going to take off those cock-teasing shorts and halter, Doll ... or 
do you want me to rip them right off your beautiful ass?" 

She stood there feeling completely defenseless, her tears stopped 
momentarily by the more potent aura of fear the thought of his huge shaft 
bursting into her had caused; yet at the same time, she couldn't deny the 
growing carnal sensations that were sending little shivers of excitement 
rippling over her satiny flesh. And then he reached out for her, jerking her 
to him and clamping her face between his strong hands, his moist lips 
engulfing hers tightly, his hot tongue spurting deep into her mouth while 
the hardness of his naked shaft gouged into the soft resilience of her belly 
. . . then, he was raising her sweater. 

Avis didn't try to stop him ... wasn't certain if she wanted to. Rather, did 
she prefer the helpless feeling of being totally at his mercy to do with as 
he wished, and to this she added the thought of what an ugly farce she had 
helped perpetrate on her own self. 

"That's it, Dollbaby," Nick hissed, smoothing one eager hand beneath the 
jersey and feeling her silken flesh quiver erotically to his touch as he 
caressed upward along her ribcage until he had reached her breast and his 
own breathing, as well as hers, quickened when his big hand encompassed the 
firm, rounded mound of satinlike warm flesh. "Damn!" he gasped. "Come on, 
let Daddy prepare you for the fucking of your life ..." 

This time, Avis hardly heard him; her head was swimming and intoxicating 
things were happening inside her. She was dimly conscious of his hot, eager 
hands moving over her body and tugging at her clothes, until the air brushed 
against her naked flesh, hardening the nipples of her exposed, full white 
breasts, and then she sensed her sheer white panties being drawn down over 
the softness of her full rounded buttocks . .. 

Nick stepped back then to drink in her loveliness while she closed her eyes 
and stood, chin high, trying desperately not to tremble to pieces, almost 
losing her balance as she swayed dangerously in her self-inflicted darkness. 
I-I'ra not going to leave him . .. I'm not. .. I'm not.. . ! 

"Christ, you're a luscious sight, Baby!" he gasped, pulling her against his 
lust-incited nakedness, crushing her breasts flat to his muscular, hairy 
chest, his hands cupping the round, full globes of her buttocks and drawing 
her closer until his hard jerking staff burrowed into the softness of her 
flaccid tummy. His own brain reeled as forcefully he tried to maintain the 
crude, vulgar approach he'd begun in an attempt to discourage and drive her 
away. "You're all and more that I knew you would be ... when I watched this 
tight delicious ass whip around the office. Damn, how I wanted to fuck you 
.. . just flip you onto your back and throw those long delectable legs up 
over your head, then stuff this cock up into your tight little cunt until 
you could taste it... !"' "Oh ... oh God .. . why didn't you then? Why 
didn't you, Nick Chambers? Didn't you realize that I would've let you . . . 
even wanted you to... ?" she hissed, suddenly backing them both toward the 
bed until they tumbled down onto it, his arms still locked around her while 
her mouth sought his passionately. 

It was that kiss that destroyed the cruel air of bru-talness he had 
desperately been trying to carry off. Abruptly, he released her, inching 
back away to where he could better see her. "Damn . .. damn, Avis, I'm 
sorry," he apologized with shaky voice. "Honest to Christ, I'm sorry . .. 
but it's not too late. You don't have to do this . . . and you can stay!" 

"Oh ... oh you fool, Nick Chambers! I want to! Can't you see, damnit! I want 
to!" she gasped, clutching at his arms tightly. "What do you think I am? 
Some sort of marble statue ... or just another lousy secretary .. . ?" 

Nick kissed her again and she clung to him, her delectable body trembling in 
its need as she pressed it offeringly against his. He said in a warm whisper 
filled with contageous lust: "I-I know what you are, you beautiful angel! 
You're a temptress . .. a-a virginal, gorgeous bitch . . . and you want to 
be fucked! You want my cock in your cunt, don't you?" 

Avis shivered excitedly in his arms at the gentle, yet teasing lewdness of 
his words ... sweet, lust-filled gentleness for the first time, and she 
clung to him until he pressed her away, raising up to see all of her once 
more. 

"Y-Yes ... I want that, Nick darling ... I do .. . I do!" she hissed. 

"You do what? Tell me . . . what? Hurry... !" 

"Oh Darling, you . . . your thing inside me for the first time ever . . ." 

"No, not my thing, my what. . . ?" 

"Y-Your .. . your cock! Yes, your lovely handsome cock ... I want it, my 
lover! Oh, I want it so much .. . right in my cunt! I do, I do! Please, 
Darling, make beautiful love to me? I want it so badly . . . !" 

He gaped down at her, his prick a throbbing stalk of hot, bone-hard flesh, 
nothing else mattering any longer only that he bury it in the tight, 
unviolated hole between her beautiful legs. Christ, he'd never even imagined 
such voluptuous feminine loveliness . . . soft, yet firm globular breasts 
standing proudly erect even as she lay on her back, and crested with tiny, 
pink hardened nipples . .. with skin like sable in its white smoothness, and 
a waist he could almost span with both hands . . . then the rapturous 
delight of her belly and almost pubescent, silkish golden hair-covered mound 
... a thatch of gossamerish, curly strans he would never have imagined 
shadowing those small, fleshy, tender lips with the thin pink slit 
separating them ... and thighs so full, soft and heavenly that he wondered 
if he could really desecrate them. 

"Christ!" he gasped, drawing her to him once more. "You're too precious to 
take like any ordinary woman." 

"Oh, you better . . . you better if you know what's good for you, Nick 
Chambers!" she whispered hotly. 

"Or what'll you do," he teased, kissing her nose and eyes. 

"I-I won't be responsible," she tittered nervously . .. and then he felt her 
soft hand moving down his belly toward his loins. Christ, she was going 
after his cock! 

"Look, Avis baby ... it's not too late ..." he started, again, but she had 
laid her warm, slightly perspiring palm on his rod, and he groaned out an: 
"Aaaggghhhhhh..." 

He climbed onto her then, startling her at first as he wedged himself 
between her spreading legs, until they were looking at one another; he 
raised his hips and she clung to his hardened cock, her breathing beginning 
to come in shortened, quicker gasps as her long awaited moment, she 
realized, was upon her. She clutched its heavy, solid thickness, her 
breathing occasionally catching in her throat at the feel of the hot, 
massive length of flesh she was encircling with both small hands, her 
fingers barely going around it. 

"L-Lord, Darling .. . it's so big.. . !" C-Can . .. will it fit.. . ?'' Her 
lovely frightened face swam before his lust aroused gaze. "You .. . you want 
to stop right here. . . ?" 

"No! Oh, no, Darling, no! Do it ... give it to me . .. please . . . ?" 

Her excited, if frightened words, were libidinous music to his peaked 
senses. Christ, he was going to lose his wits if he didn't get into her 
soon! He leaned down and kissed her once more while she clung possessively 
to his aching cock with both hands, guiding its huge throbbing head 
instinctively .. . moving it up and down to part the soft blonde pubic hair, 
spreading apart the small palpitating lips of her pussy, until the tiny 
virginal mouth of her quivering vagina opened before it; she let free of his 
shaft then, holding her breath in obvious cringing desire as the blunt, 
mushroomed tip pressed snugly against the tiny pulsating mouth, and she 
coughed suddenly with the shock of the first stretching pangs from the 
unexpected pressure. 

"Ooohhh . . . oooohhhhh God!" she groaned in confused anguish, mechanically 
resisting as the surprising torment seemed to increase. "Oooooooohhhhhh my 
God Nnnnniiiiiikkkkkkk . . . !" 

Chapter 5 

Nick wasn't certain why . . . perhaps it was the inherent perversion of the 
male beast, knowing that she was wholly defenseless and entirely at his 
mercy beneath him . .. but he sensed a charge of sadistic pleasure churn in 
his belly and groin at her soulful protest, and with a restrained wicked 
grin stretching his lips, he had begun to pressure the brutally swollen head 
of his prick harder and harder against the tiny membrane guarding the tiny 
mouth of her vaginal passage, raising another, more agonized groan from 
somewhere deep in her slender white throat. 

"Aaauuugggghhhhh! Oh, my God . .. ! Lover ... it hurts ... it hurts 
terribly! Ooohhhh ... it isn't going to fit, Darling! No . .. oh, please . . 
. !" 

Nick grinned openly, unable to hold it back, her pitiful groans filled him 
with a strange barbaric delight. 

"Ooooohhhhhh .. ." she whispered again and squirmed frantically as the big 
spongy head of his cock continued to press relentlessly against the tight, 
elas-ticized orifice between her widespread thighs, and then its smooth 
rubbery tip wormed inside her with a sudden popping sound, sending a 
piercing, rending pain to sear through her pelvic area as might a 
cauterizing iron and she shrieked uncontrollably. 

Oh, God help me! Momentarily, she thought she might faint! Her thighs were 
splitting apart from the unceasing stretching of the small moist hole 
between her uncloseable legs . . . and somewhere in the recesses of her 
brain she realized that she was no longer a virgin! God, she had to be 
bleeding profusely! He had torn her badly, she was positive! Oh, God! He was 
too big! Impossible! He was going to burst her open . . . ! 

Nick couldn't resist the evil excitement her wailing cries were raising 
inside him! She was Cathy ... and he was repaying her for all of her 
promiscuity .. . the anguish she had and still, in death, was bringing him, 
finding his revenge in the fiendishly slow penetration of her untouched 
little cunt, and time after time he flexed his hips to sink an inch or 
fraction thereof into her, until at last he knew he couldn't stand it any 
longer! 

He had to fuck her all the way . .. and now! 

He plunged into her tightly resisting cuntal passage with the force of all 
his weight and powerful thrusting hips, dropping down onto her to crush her 
firm, proud breasts in under his broad chest, driving his long, thick cock 
simultaneously with racing velocity into her pain-tormented, yet 
lubriciously stimulated cuntal channel, shocking the soft, tender walls of 
warm pink vaginal flesh in rippling, jarring waves before it. There was no 
holding his aching rod back, and with a loud grunt he felt his bloated balls 
smack loudly into the upturned crevice between the voluptuous cheeks of her 
tightly clenched ass. 

"Ooohhh .. . ooohhhhh . .. ooohhhh my God ... my God! You've ripped me wide 
open! Oooohhhhh Nick, Nick, Nick... !" Avis choked convulsively, screwing 
her buttocks down into the mattress in a frenzied effort to ease the 
excruciating impalement. Her legs kicked out into the air helplessly on 
either side of him, quivering and jerking as he held her pinned securely to 
the bed with his heavy weight and entombed, thick, lengthy cock. 

"Ooohhh ... ooohhhh . .. ooohhhh ..." she continued to moan pathetically, 
still unable to comprehend the sudden savagery of his entry into her; she 
lay under him, completely filled with the massive length and breadth of his 
prick, the hard throbbing staff penetrating the very depths of her belly and 
beyond. God in heaven, she'd had no idea in the world that it would bring 
her such agony, or that he could turn into such a primeval animal, and 
abruptly she realized that any sensual excitement she had felt had been 
driven from her body. She could feel every tiny ridge of his huge fleshy 
penis embedded in the moist, tight sheath of her virginal channel ... no, 
not virginal any longer, was it... ? She had given that prized treasure to 
him because she loved him .. . and he'd pillaged it like some heathen savage 
in raping conquest . .. brutally .. . unmercifully! Oh, God, what had 
happened to him at that last moment? She couldn't believe the distorted 
expression of lust that still twisted his handsome face! Was it the after 
effects of Cathy's murder ... the shock causing him to lose his grip ... or 
was she losing hers . . . ? 

Nick moved then, shattering her thoughts quickly, and she sucked in her 
breath, holding it in utter fear of what was to come next! He began to 
squirm on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his ever-growing 
cock burrowing deeper and deeper into her tender, moist vaginal flesh. 

"Oh . . . oh, Nick ... darling, please! Please ... no more . . . no, I can't 
. .. oh, God, stop . .. stop!" she begged. Then, she felt him raising his 
heavy weight up off of her, his hands pressing her shoulders painfully down 
into the mattress, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider and wider 
apart, until the smooth, rubbery head of his prick that was slipping ever 
deeper into her was pressing hard against her cervix, and she thought 
momentarily that she'd go mad with the pain. 

"You ... you bitch, Cathy!" he spat dazedly down at her. "You fucking slut! 
I got your goddamned cherry after all, didn't I? You lousy little whore! 
Now, I'm going to torment you . . . just as you've tortured me ever since 
I've known you! You hear ... an eye for an eye ... no fucking mercy ... !" 

Avis couldn't believe the vicious, filthy words that were tumbling from his 
drawn back lips. His eyes were glazed and his face contorted in a near 
demented expression of vindictive lust.. . ! But he had called her Cathy, 
and that was enough to let her know she had been right; he was in a state of 
semi-shock ... and he thought she was Cathy. . .. God in heaven ... ! He had 
begun to slowly move his heavy penis in and out of her, picking up speed as 
he progressed, finally whipping her breath away so that she couldn't speak, 
until at last he was buffeting her whole soft, resilient young body with 
wild, jarring thrusts into the squeaking mattress as he rammed more 
furiously into her! 

The sight of her lovely, suffering face, with her voluptuous, white sensuous 
body spread open obscenely beneath him kept a lascivious grin on Nick's 
lips. Her enchanting features were still twisted painfully from the agony of 
that first cruel stab into her; her lush lips were baring her small white 
teeth, little incoherent whimpers raising from deep in her throat. He knew 
she wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't get the words out, her whole belly 
and vagina were so stuffed with his throbbing cock. Her arms were 
outstretched toward him, palms placed feebly against his hips in a futile 
effort to ease the attack of his rampaging prick battering into the 
sensitive vaginal hole between her spread thighs, while her vacant eyes 
stared up at him unsee-ingly. 

Damn her! And damn them ... all of them that'd fucked her! None of them had 
gouged into her soft pussy-hole as deep as he was right at that moment! And 
he'd ripped away her fucking cherry, too . .. ! No .. . no, someone else had 
gotten that, some asshole called Bob ... or was it Mesquite .. . ? What the 
hell was wrong with him? This wasn't Cathy ... it was Avis .. . beautiful, 
luscious Avis . . . untouchable Avis and he was fucking her . . . ! Cathy 
... Avis .. . ! His brain reeled! But what a delicious tight little cunt she 
had! He'd gotten her cherry . . . Avis's cherry . . . Cathy never had one . 
. . she'd been born a whore .. . ! The bitch . .. sensuous bitch, he 
thought, holding Avis tightly in the lewd position beneath him. 

He looked down to see his own curled, blondish pubic hair tangling and 
meshing with her gilded, silken strands, the head of his thick fleshy cock 
tunneling deep into the moist, quivering pink split he had forcefully 
stretched so wide. He could see her swollen, coral-hued cunt lips stretched 
to the near ripping point, the expanded outer rim of her small vaginal hole 
clasping tightly around the brownish-skinned base of his heavy prick like an 
elasticized, bewhiskered mouth. 

He held her like that for a long moment, savoring the licentious picture of 
her fresh, youthful beauty impaled helplessly under him, his thick pole of 
rock-hard flesh encased deep in her white, trembling little belly. Christ, 
the fucking sight of her there, defenseless and subjected to his any warped 
whim, caused his shaft to throb feverishly, while his heavy sperm-filled 
balls churned with the pressure building inside them. The ravishing, 
untouchable bitch! He'd fuck her silly . . . stupid . . . out of her 
goddamned mind . . . ! 

Avis lay in a powerful, benumbed trance beneath him, aware now not only of 
the never-before torment down between her obscenely spread legs, but dimly 
also of the mental confusion taking place in the shocked brain of this man 
whom she truly loved. Intuitively, she knew that he, too, loved her, and 
because of that he would never have knowingly brought her pain, and at that 
very moment he wasn't responsible for his actions. He was caught up in some 
weird web of total mental confusion ... overwrought and not responsible.... 

It was not her he had raped, but Cathy . . . and that's why he'd changed 
from a lover into a feral animal! And there was nothing she could do but lie 
there beneath him and let him ravish her however he chose, no matter how 
degradingly, until he emptied all of his wrath in the milk of his-hot, 
raging semen . .. emptied it deep into her agonized womb and belly! 

Dear God, wasn't it the least she could do for the man she loved, she 
thought masochistically? The sudden and hot pain from his brutal entry still 
seared scaldingly at her insides . .. but now with less intensity. His 
powerful shaft was moving in and out of her at a fixed, even bearable rhythm 
... if only he didn't increase it in a renewed burst of rage. She 
subconsciously flexed her cuntal muscles experimentally and was immediately 
sorry, for the throb of her internal sinews encasing his plunging cock 
seemed to incite him more, and suddenly the thick pole was again boring its 
way deeper and deeper into the tiny, expanded hole between her tormented 
thighs. She sensed her cunt walls clinging to it of their own volition, 
clutching with a warm, moist heat . . . and then the swollen, spongy tip 
pum-meled her cervix again, grazing the sensitive organ as it nudged beyond 
into new unreached raw flesh, while helplessly, she clenched her teeth 
trying to endure it. 

Rhythmically, he screwed into her while she endeavored to adjust to it, the 
pain amazingly lessening as her now defiled cuntal walls stretched 
desperately in her passage's natural attempt to accept the long, thick stem 
.. . until suddenly she noticed the soft tickling hairs of his testicles 
teasing softly against the smooth crevice between her buttocks when he 
surged into her, and subconsciously she began to swirl her tongue hungrily 
around her glistening lips. 

She sensed them then ... the slow, but definite return of the earlier 
passion-filled sensations . . . lewdly coursing through her veins, arousing 
tiny salacious chills of unknown masochistic delight to ripple along her 
spine as she felt the even measured tempo of her confused lover's heavy cock 
skewering moistly into her defenseless vagina. Then, of its own volition, 
her strangely aroused body began to twitch and writhe receptively beneath 
him. She heard the mewling noises in her own throat and she found herself 
humming up into his mouth, thrusting her tongue with revived subliminal 
wantonness between his lips. Her legs drew back automatically in deep-rooted 
inclination, her buttocks squirming impulsively down into the bed, while her 
whole vaginal passage began to contract and release . . . contract and 
release spasmodically at the sudden enrapturing inner sensations that were 
increasing with his every stroke. 

Nick felt her urgent throbs engulfing the full length of his buried cock. 
Her lubricious pink cunt-flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing 
performance around his pulsating shaft. Her sudden pleasure-resonant 
responses were filling the room, and her head rolled from side to side while 
her hips had started a slow rotating movement around his entombed prick sunk 
deep in the warm and velvety sanctum of her soft white belly. He clenched 
his strong teeth tightly, sensing her incited nibbling vagina screwing 
itself up further onto his rod until the open lips of her now wildly excited 
pussy pressed against his hairy loins. Fuck! He hadn't expected this . .. 
even from Cathy . . . but it wasn't Cathy! It was Avis ... untouchable Avis! 
Yes . .. yes! Avis! Christ! He was going out of his goddamned gourd! 

Avis realized that she was being overwhelmed by the re-incited wave of 
entrancement saturating her whole sensually incited body. All pain had 
seemed to dissolve into a maddening galvanic tingling, beginning deep within 
her womb and spreading relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her silken 
hot flesh. She was suddenly a mass of exquisite moisture between her 
trembling thighs. She undulated her hips from side to side in newfound 
licentious delight, then in tiny little circles around his impaling 
lead-hard cock, feeling her dilated cunt-channel sucking in cadence to its 
tempoed throbs. But he had abruptly ceased all action, as if resting above 
her with hands placed on either side of her soft white shoulders, and he was 
letting her now hungrily clasping vagina pump up and down at will on the 
rigid, fleshy column of hard, glistening flesh fusing them together. 

Nick stared down between their sweating bodies to watch her grasping little 
cunt slide moistly up and down his hardened cock, the coral sensitive ridges 
of clinging flesh pulling out and adhering to it as she screwed her full 
white buttocks down into the mattress, then the greedy little hair-lined 
mouth between her legs absorbing the soft folds back inside her again as it 
swallowed the heavy length of his shaft on the almost delirious upthrust.. . 
. 

"Oh . . . oh, my darling . . . lover . . . ooohhhh ... I love you ... I love 
you, Nick Chambers ... so much, so much!" Avis gasped in delicious abandon. 
"Oh, Lover . . . fuck me! Give me your wonderful cock! I-I want it inside me 
always . .. always . . . right inside my warm cunt, Darling . .. and I want 
to learn to suck it and love it for you! Oh . . . please . . . please ... do 
more to me! Use me, Darling . . . make a slave of me tonight! Now, Lover . . 
. now!" she pleaded in the throes of her ecstatic anesthesia. 

Her masochistic imploration set off a wild current of sensation inside Nick, 
instigating a new tremor of lascivious lust that surged furiously to his 
cock, his whirling brain and groping hands. He reached beneath her and found 
the widespread crevice between her round, white stretched buttocks, while at 
the same time he began to fuck his aching prick into the soft dampness of 
her impassioned cunt once more. She moaned with both apprehension and joy as 
he sought her hairless little rectalmouth with his middle finger, trailing 
along the silken smoothness of the undulating furrow and finding it without 
dficulty. It was moist from a thin rivulet of warm seepage that had trickled 
down from where his cock raced wildly into her. 

She shivered erotically as he taunted the puckered little lips,lubricating 
the tiny opening with the balled pad of his middle finger before teasing and 
probing it with the tip. He felt her quivering buttocks recoil, then slowly 
press back against the stiffened digit to further excite him, and 
uncontrollably, he pushed hard into it, amazed at its resistance. It popped 
suddenly, its raised elastic ring of enchanting rubbery flesh seeming to 
open like a small mouth to suck and absorb his finger inside to'the first 
knuckle joint.. . . She jerked beneath him, almost as if trying to evade the 
sudden intrusion, then finally relaxed in final receptive submission. 

"Oh . .. ooohhh, my lover . . . dear God! It hurts . . . hurts so 
beautifully ... I love it ... love you! More, Darling, more! Shove it all 
the way in . . . all the way in me there, my sweet! I'm yours, yours to do 
whatever t you want with! Love me, Nick darling ... punish me and love me!" 

Nick couldn't believe it! His brain had cleared enough to know that the 
entrancing wanton creature of loveliness under him was definitely Avis Glass 
... un-i touchable Avis! He was fucking her for the first time s ... and 
she'd been a virgin! He'd never known such ex-i citing, lust-filled 
pleasure, nor seen such delicious abandon! Christ almighty, he'd love her 
forever and ever ... and she'd love him . . . nothing else mattered! 
Nothing! They were both going out of their fucking skulls with their 
newfound rapture! He thrust his finger excitedly into her hotly clinging 
rectum, while at the same time, increasing the stroke of his cock into the 
warm working channel of her clasping cunt, feeling the smooth rubbery walls 
of her desperately sucking back passage enveloping and pulling at the length 
of his probing finger to the palm of his hand, causing her to whimper almost 
insanely with the oddly pleasant pain-ecstasy that had seized complete 
control over her nakedly squirming body. 

She skewered her buttocks rapaciously back down onto the distended middle 
finger that was searching, thrusting, teasing the elastic warm depths of her 
nether hole, seeming to revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it 
slowly in the velvety cavern of her widely spread ass, while simultaneously 
he could feel the in-and-out thrusts of his plunging cock through the thin 
tissue dividing the dual passages between her legs . . . feeling his prick 
with his exploring finger, and his finger against the sensitivity of his 
pulsating cock. Goddamn, oh, Goddamn! His balls were going to shatter, then 
explode like a ruptured balloon! He'd blow his fucking wits entirely if he 
didn't cum soon! 

He began to establish a combination rhythm of finger and cock until he was 
fucking into her in strenuous unison, while she groaned incessantly beneath 
him. She spread her shapely white legs to the fullest, allowing him the 
ultimate access for his desperate fucking of her vagina, and suddenly he 
sensed his prick expanding more and more .. . growing inside her to the 
point where he was certain it Would erupt wildly like a raging volcano from 
the dull needling pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls smacking 
resoundingly between the tautly spread moons of her buttocks and against his 
own probing hand with its finger buried in the secret depths of her now 
unbelievably clenching asshole. 

Again, he stared downward at where his cock was slipping wetly in and out 
between the flushed and swollen lips of her eagerly contracting cunt, 
concen- trating on the feel of the soft pink folds of clasping flesh 
clinging voraciously to his furiously rampaging shaft thrusting with 
jackhammer force up into her 

belly. 

Shit! He couldn't last much longer! He hoped to Christ she was getting 
ready! He didn't want to disappoint her, this, her first time! All of their 
future happiness together could depend on this initial union, and God knows, 
he'd already put her through enough agony. He had to satisfy her . . . had 
to. . . ! But his cock was ready to rip apart with his approaching orgasm! 
He couldn't hold it back once it tripped . . . and he had to shoot it into 
her soon or he'd lose his fucking reason entirely . . . ! 

Almost insanely, he began hammering into her with longer, harder thrusts 
while his finger wormed into the tightness of her rectum mercilessly. She 
gripped him snugly around his waist with her legs; he prayed that her sudden 
move was a sign that she was almost ready to cum ... he couldn't last 
another goddamned minute without blowing his insides out on the floor! Oh, 
shit. . ! 

And then she began to moan louder, whimpering like a tormented animal, basic 
guttural sounds that were rising from deep in her chest, and he felt her 
strong working thighs clutching and releasing around him as she thrust 
upward onto his cock, then backwards onto his extended finger to the tempo 
of his savage, almost fiendish pounding of her loins. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh . . . ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ... as hard as you can, Darling! Fuck 
it hard! Something is going to happen to me! My God, I'm all afire inside! 
Give me everything, Lover ... all of you!" Avis coughed and locked her heels 
high in the flesh of his tense back. 

Then abruptly, she drew back her legs even further, raising them up over his 
shoulders, presenting him with the full, widespread plain of her hungrily 
grinding loins. Her eyes, like her teeth, were locked tightly shut, while 
her face twisted and strained as her climax swept over her! 

"Oh . . . God, God! Nick ; .. sweet Nick, darling! I'm going to . . . now, 
Lover! I-I'm going to cum ... I know it! Oooohhhh . . . my sweet, handsome 
darling! Fuck! Fuck! My God . .. heavenly fuck! I love you, Nick . ooohhhh . 
: . love you.. . ! So good goooooooodddddd! Oooohhhh . . . don't stop . .. 
never, never .. . ooooohhhhh! I-I-I'll go mad ... maaadddd . . here it ... 
cuuuummmmmmmsssss ... ! Eeeeiiiiii-iiiaaahhhhh ... !" 

She cried out, her voice trailing into a whimper then a moan, finally 
shrieking once more in a choked wail, pulling her thighs back further until 
the whole of her hungrily sucking vaginal slit was stretched obscenely open 
and offered to him to use however he chose. She thrust her loins up at his 
with bruising force, her mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, 
another near-screaming cry escaping her as she screwed herself onto his cock 
and clung there while the hot, moist walls of her velvety cunt milked his 
throbbing prick ravenously. 

Her fit of ecstasy momentarily took his mind from his own mounting climax 
and gratefully so, for he was able to give her the full benefit of his 
animal efforts, smoothly and powerfully fucking into her tender, 
rapture-flowing cunt while he simultaneously fingered her rectum with 
loving, desperate thrusts, but finally, the throes of her enthralled bliss 
peaked his drive . .. it was time! 

He continued to surge into her with a frenzy, feeling her cuntal walls 
secrete the warm gushes of viscid female warmth around his plunging cock, 
flooding his shaft and balls . . . and as she jerked and lurched under him, 
spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt pulling at his prick 
feverishly, her breathing laboring in short deep gasps, he sensed his own 
hot, thick load racing the length of his pulsating rod in stimulating 
enchantment, racking his heavy frame as it spurted from the tip of his cock 
far up into her soft quivering young belly. It splashed and gushed around in 
unending delight inside her, while she ground her cunt tightly up against 
its buried depths. 

"Ooohhh . . . Darling, Darling! Fill me with your hot cum! Fill me ... fill 
me, my sweet lover!" Avis cried, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling 
with the unleashed pool of seething pleasure he was squirting into her. 

Nick, at last, dropped down onto her, half-collapsing, feeling his warm male 
semen mixed with her female moisture back-washing his rapidly deflating 
prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too, 
gave one last exhausted writhing spasm, jerking to a final lifelessness, 
then lay shamelessly and beautifully still, her heart pounding in her breast 
beneath him. 

"M-My darling ... !" she whispered almost breathlessly. "My sweet tired 
lover darling . .. I'll love you forever ... no matter what you ever do to 
me ... I'm all yours . . . forever and ever . .. !" 

Nick didn't answer her; a feeling of danger was once more creeping over him, 
underscored now by the fact that he knew he had unquestionably involved her 
. . . there'd be no way of driving her off after this. . .. 

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed suddenly, twisting beneath him and tossing him 
bodily off of her as she leaped from the bed to her feet. 

"What.. . ? For Christ sakes, Avis, what is it... ?" he blurted, sitting 
upright in the bed. 

"What. . . ? The steaks! They must be burned to a cinder by now ... !" 

Chapter 6 

Of course, the steaks were not edible and that immediately became a running 
joke between them. Nick good naturedly suggested that she was undoubtedly 
better in bed than she was in the kitchen and after they were married it 
might be advisable to have a maid who cooked, with the present high cost of 
living and all. In reply, Avis said she was agreeable, providing she got to 
select the girl for the position, "a non-competitive broad that will be as 
ugly as sin," she insisted while she fried bacon and eggs in lieu of their 
ruined dinner. 

Later, in bed together, Avis quickly fell asleep in his arms while Nick lay 
there rehashing it all again in his mind. He hoped to Christ he'd done the 
right thing . . . making love to her as he had ... but damn, he couldn't 
have helped himself had he wanted to... Whatever he had felt for Cathy, it'd 
never been equal to the overwhelming emotion he was experiencing at that 
very moment toward the gorgeous naked beauty lying snugly against him. This 
had to be love .. . real love, not physical infatuation alone, and the fact 
of the matter was that it had been with him since the first day he'd met 
her, but she had very gently steered him off his course and he'd taken Cathy 
on the rebound . .. something like cutting off his nose to spite his 
face.... All the same, he still had a job to do; he owed Cathy's memory that 
much. . . . 

He recalled that ACE AUTO had turned out to be a small lot on Ventura with 
foreign sport models their primary stock, undoubtedly the reason why Cathy 
had gone there. When he'd driven in he'd caught sight of a tall, 
good-looking young man in a yellow shirt, flashy tie, and plaid sport-jacket 
filling the doorway of a small frame building where a sign designated 
"Office". He'd cut the engine, stepped out and the plaid coat swaggered 
nonchalantly toward him. 

"Help yuh?" 

"Maybe," Nick said, digging out a cigarette. The young face was closer then 
and he could see that it was sharp-featured and shifty-eyed, not so 
good-looking after all. He wore his black hair shaggy and low on his neck, 
trying at a casual, hip appearance that didn't quite come off with the 
obvious lacquer shellacking it into place. "Like some information." 

"Oh . . . ?" sharp-face grunted, a measure of disgust apparent in his tone. 

Nick lighted his cigarette and let smoke from his lungs. He produced the 
name card he'd found on their table near the telephone, holding it up for 
the other to read. "You ... ?" he asked. 

The shifty eyes scanned it quickly, then raised to Nick's face. "Maybe," he 
said. "Who're you? What's on your mind?" 

"A girl ... an auburn-haired girl in her early twenties, hazel eyes, lovely, 
she was probably in here a week ago yesterday looking at cars. Ring any 
bells?" 

He shook his head negatively. "Nothing, man . . . nothing." 

"Are you Jerry Marco?" 

He nodded. "Yeah ... I'm Jerry Marco . . . and I don't remember, man ... I 
mean, broads .. . hell, I talk to droves of 'em, say nothing of my own 
private stock." 

He grinned conceitedly and Nick felt his entrails knot. "A real Don Juan, 
eh?" Nick said, unable to resist the barb, simultaneously reaching into his 
pocket for a small picture of his dead wife. He held it out: "Ever see her 
in here?" 

The flicker of recognition that crossed Marco's eyes was all the answer 
necessary . . . then, had followed the twisted grin, but it had been as 
brief as the momentary gleam in his unsteady eyes. Finally, they found 
Nick's once more; he said: "I can't be sure, Jack . .. maybe she's been in 
here . . .What's it all about, man? You fuzz or something?" 

Nick produced his company calling card and credentials stating that he was 
from the Department of Investigation of GOLDEN STATE INDEMNITY. Jerry Marco 
examined them and shrugged. 

"Like I said, Doc, I can't be sure. Chicks come and go here. This broad . . 
. she don't register . . ." 

"You're a lousy liar, Marco!" Nick spat, grasping a handful of his jacket 
and swinging him around to pin between himself and his car. 

At first, the sharp-faced salesman attempted to struggle, jerking his leg up 
in an effort to knee Nick's groin, but a short left jab to the pit of his 
stomach, followed by a jolting forearm smash against his Adam's apple 
immediately sapped the fight from him, and Nick found himself holding him 
up. 

"Christ! You don't have to get rough! We can talk ... !" he choked. 

"You better talk, you bastard! And fast... !" 

"Okay . . . okay, man, I hear you ..." Marco said in between a fit of 
coughing. "She ... she was here ... I remember her now . . . real doll ... 
the kind you want to tame right away . . . but she was all business . . . 
looking for a late model MG, and it had to be green to go with her hair, she 
said . .. Crazy dames .. . Anyway, I didn't have anything she wanted." 

"So . . . ?" Nick probed, backing off and letting him free to straighten 
himself. 

Jerry Marco shrugged. "So ... I sent her to Joe Norman in San Jacques. We 
work together. Joe usually has what they want... I ... I knew he had a green 
'67 MG on his lot . .. I'd seen it a couple of days before 

 And that's it, man. She swung out of here ... I never saw her again. I 
don't know whether she went up to see Joe or not. He didn't call to give me 
the usual kickback and he always does ... that's the kind of guy Joe Norman 
is .. . top grade . . ." 

Nick hadn't answered him; instead, he'd jerked open the door of his own 
jalopy and climbed in without looking back, laying rubber getting into the 
street. . . 

Reluctantly, Jerry Marco had probably told him all that he knew, Nick 
surmised. The dude was a punk, but Nick was convinced that he hadn't held 
anything back; he'd been too goddamned frightened. The point that had really 
ignited a spark inside him was that Carbyzen Beach, an almost remote and 
seldom populated spot, was between L.A. and San Jacques, which was only some 
twenty miles to the north and right on the ocean .. . and that's where the 
two surfers had found Cathy . . . laying lifeless, beaten, and raped in the 
wet sand of a cold January afternoon! 

Jesus! He hadn't wanted to think of it, he recalled, yet he hadn't been able 
to keep from turning into the mouth of that broken, macadam road toward the 
desolate scene where it had all happened. He'd thought of Chaney, 
remembering the conversation he'd had with him before leaving his apartment. 
. . 

"Have you come up with any damn clue at all?" he'd half-barked into the 
phone mouthpiece. 

"Sorry, Mr. Chambers .. . nothing . . . that is, nothing of value yet," the 
lieutenant had replied. "But you must bear in mind that this is really in 
the jurisdiction of the Sheriffs Department of San Jacques County. All the 
same, we still have men assigned to it.. ." 

"Well that's goddamned noble of you, Lieutenant!" Nick had snapped. 

"Hell, man, I'm sorry, but what can I do? I mean, we have our limitations .. 
. Sheriff Ainsworth . .. Neil Ainsworth, he's your man. Go see him ..." 

"To hell with him and you, too! I'll find her killer, and when I do I won't 
wait for any friggin' gas-chamber nor pissy-assed laws that think more of 
him than my wife's murder to snuff out his rotten life! I swear it! I'll 
kill the sonofabitch with my bare hands .. . !" 

"Now listen, Chambers, you know better than that! You've worked with the law 
long enough ..." 

"Go to hell!" he'd spat, smashing down the receiver, refusing to answer the 
half-dozen rings that followed and getting out of the apartment before 
Chaney could send any of his boys over to pacify him. 

He'd thought of those things as he sat on the rock staring down at the 
approximate spot where they'd found her. He'd seen her .. . her face 
bloodied and battered .. . her sweet, lovely face . . . eyes gaping wildly . 
.. her panties gone, that voluptuous lower portion of her horribly violated, 
even to the tender little anus he had never gotten to, ravished and torn . . 
. yet, he still couldn't reason why any man would have to murder her . .. ! 

Cathy was not an unclever girl. She would've given herself in sex certainly 
to save her life; she'd already proved that with the ones she'd called 
Ronnie, Mesquite, and Bob! She wasn't inexperienced ... nor necessarily 
choked-up over fidelity . . . he'd never fooled himself about that ... but 
he'd tried to accept it as her way of life. . . Better that she should 
satisfy the fruits of a desire rather than play heroine over a stupid honor 
that was probably farfetched in the first place.. . Then why! Why! Why was 
she dead . .. ? 

Avis stirred beside him in his arms, made a contented little kittenish sound 
and slept again. He caressed her lush, full breast lovingly and let his mind 
wander once more. .. . 

"Your card . . . ?" Nick had questioned, studying it and smiling at the 
name. He said: "A. Smith ... almost like John Doe, isn't it?" 

The other stared at him. He was a small man somewhere in his late thirties, 
with unflinching, leaden-grey eyes, a bloodless mouth and parrotlike 
features. He might have weighed a hundred and thirty pounds in his flashy, 
shoulder-padded, two-hundred-dollar suit. 

"You interested in a car, bud?" A. Smith put to him. 

"I want to see Joe Norman." 

"He ain't here." 

"When'llhe be here?" 

"Who knows? He's a busy man," A. Smith said. "Call him; he's in the book." 

Nick steeled himself; he wanted to slap his bony little face; instead, he 
turned away and began looking at the line-up of autos . .. And there it was 
. . . ! Or there one was ... a green '67 MG... He walked toward it, 
pretending to examine its exterior, making a big thing over the rubber. 

"How much?" 

"Twenty-three . . . firm, man." 

"She'd like this," Nick said absently, looking in at the speedometer. 

"You want to trade the heap?" A. Smith asked. 

"No. It'd be a clean deal." 

"Make it twenty-one then." 

"I want to drive it." 

"Sure . . . I'll get the keys ..." 

Thirty minutes later, Nick had parked in the San Jacques Municipal Park, 
examining the vehicle from top to bottom. Almost immediately, he'd found 
them . . . her black little wisp of nylon panties . . . partially torn . .. 
but he'd found them .. . shoved down behind the seat . .. and Christ, that 
had been all he needed . .. ! 

He'd gone to Avis's place then and she had welcomed him warmly. It'd been 
some time since he'd seen her. 

"Come in, Nick," she invited, her even white teeth glistening in the soft 
diffused lighting of the room. "It's so good to see you again .. . How are 
you?" 

He'd shrugged his shoulders as he entered, she easing the door closed behind 
him. He turned and stood there, admiring her shapely loveliness as always. 
"I don't know ... as well as can be expected under the circumstances, I 
suppose," he said, realizing that he looked like the wrath of God, unshaven 
and nursing a hell of a hangover, but he'd managed a half-grin. 

"You've been drinking and not eating . . . right?" she diagnosed. 

He'd ignored the question, turned away and took several steps into the room, 
then faced her again. "I need your help, Avis," he said, his bloodshot, 
discerning blue eyes level with her own, guessing that his expression must 
be somewhat frightening. "I think I've located Cathy's murderer, but I can't 
prove it yet . . . it's going to take some doing ... I can't accomplish it 
alone. Will you help me ... ?" 

She had stared at him, caught short for words, he reasoned. Finally, she 
said: "Y-You know . . . actually know who . .. who did that horrible thing 
to her... ?" 

"Like I said, Doll, I'm not certain yet ... and I haven't pinpointed the 
bastard," he replied, watching her beautiful face blanch slightly at his 
choice of words. "But I'm sure I've traced him to his lair . . . and that's 
where I need the help to single him out." 

"Have you told the police?" 

"Humph . .." he'd grunted with open bitterness. He dropped onto one end of 
the sofa and cocked his right foot and ankle across his left knee. "No way, 
Baby . . . no way. I don't intend to let that stumbling Chaney louse up the 
picture ... or give her killer the chance to disappear..." 

"But . . . but, Nick . . . you can't just take the law into your own hands!" 
she said, walking slowly toward him and stopping to gaze down with obviously 
alarmed eyes into his red-brimmed, vengeance-filled ones. "My God ... what 
do you intend to do ... if it is the right man .. . ?" 

Nick remembered how he had studied her as she stood there. Christ, what a 
luscious young creature she was! And it wasn't as if he hadn't been aware of 
it ever since the first day he'd laid eyes on her, but he'd soon decided 
that she wasn't for him . . . she was more than a few levels above his caste 
and he hadn't tried to deceive himself otherwise. She was the epitome of 
untouched, natural beauty, the equivalent of the final result a Hollywood 
makeup artist might gain an Academy Award for; yet, except for light 
lip-rouge and a smattering of eye-shadow, it was apparent she did nothing to 
accent her enchanting features. She might have been the Harlow, Monroe, or 
Taylor of her generation had she chosen the screen, and he'd wager she could 
probably act, too; the gorgeous doll was talent unlimited, beauty 
personified, and character unquestionable . .. which, in essence, was the 
basic reason he had never made that ultimate pass ... character 
unquestionable . . . 

"I ... I don't know yet," he'd lied. "But I don't want to take the chance of 
him getting away once I am sure. If I told Lieutenant Chaney what I've 
learned he'd be compelled to start asking questions . . . approach it from 
the legal side .. . and remember, Baby, all a killer need know is that he's 
under suspicion. No ... I can't take that chance. Besides, I don't have 
enough to go on at this point. . . and that's why I need you . . ." 

He had no idea what she was thinking as she continued to study him in 
silence. Then, suddenly she'd said: "What. . . what do you want me to do, 
Nick?" 

He'd smiled. "I want you to do a little acting, Baby ... I want you to play 
the part of my wife for a few days ... a week maybe. We'll move into a 
condominium setup in San Jacques .. . and I promise, no passes ... no 
nonsense along those lines .. . just appearances ..." 

Well, she'd bought it and he hadn't kept his word, had he ... but Christ, he 
hadn't been able to help himself . . . and damnit, she'd wanted it too! 
Neither of them had been able to stop once their passion had gotten out of 
hand . . . The unbelievable thing was that she loved him! And there was no 
question in his mind but what she did, just as he loved her, which was the 
reason for all the turmoil inside him at the moment. He'd dragged her into 
one hell of a situation . . . placed her in grave danger with his 
thoughtless, revenge-warped plans . . . 

"I give you my word, Baby, no nonsense ... I promise. We just look the part 
of husband and wife ... Nick and Avis Belyal," he'd said to her. 

"Belial? Belial... ?" she had repeated in astonishment. "Haven't you ever 
read the Bible, Nick?" 

"I know, and I've read. We spell it B-e-l-y-a-l. . . It's a carefully chosen 
name you 'might say . .. purposes of my own, Doll. . ." And then, he'd 
slowly gone over the minute details with her, selfishly giving no concern to 
the fact that he might be putting her young life in jeopardy . . . but he 
did now . .. 

He looked over at where she slept like a child in his arms, a vision of 
enchanting splendor in her satiny nakedness, her long golden hair brushing 
against his flesh with the soft feel of skeins of silk. Again, he caressed 
the supple resilience of her full, pink-crested breast and felt his naked 
shaft stir incitedly. Damn, he'd like to fuck her again, but forcefully 
contained himself. She had to be at least a little sore between her lovely 
legs .. . and it was about time he started considering somebody besides 
himself... She purred beside him .. . Christ, he'd never forgive himself if 
anything happened to her .. . ! 

Chapter 7 

Nick soon learned that possessiveness was very much a part of Avis's nature 
and secretly it pleased him. He relished the little ways she had of showing 
him that he belonged to her, and by the same token, that she was his ... all 
his right down to her last little golden, pubic hair. The next three days 
were spent almost completely in the privacy of their apartment, and 
generally in bed exploring the newly discovered delights of their love. The 
fact that they were celebrating the honeymoon before the wedding became a 
tender joke between them; yet, hardly a moment passed when the thought of 
the danger he had exposed her to wasn't present in the back of his mind. 

It was Friday morning that he resolved to stop playing manhunter and get her 
safely out of there. He'd go to Sheriff Ainsworth and tell him all that he'd 
learned, just as he should have done in the first place. Let him take it 
from there . . . and so he had, but Ainsworth had been out of town for the 
weekend and he'd returned to Norman Heights no further ahead. Then, Avis had 
wanted to do some personal shopping and he'd given her the car keys, slipped 
on his bathing trunks and wandered down to the poolside for some further 
mental calisthenics in the unusual warmth of another day of California 
winter sun. 

It had been deserted when he stretched out on one of the lounges, then the 
attractive redhead appeared wearing a green polka dot bikini that kept her a 
shade short of being considered naked, and took up a position next to him, 
rising to one elbow and facing him so that her pendulous breasts were held 
in check only by the feeble band of material barely covering the entire 
pinkish areolae of their nipples. 

She was Barbara Decker, she said, married six months and her husband, Bill, 
did something or other for Joe Norman, but she wasn't quite sure what, and 
was he and Avis coming to the party tonight? Before he'd had a chance to 
answer, two more lovelies in risque swim garbs joined them, to which Barbara 
reluctantly introduced him. They were Toni Aimes, a tall, almost skinny 
brunette with a pretty face, pointed small breasts and big brown eyes, and a 
luscious young chick that still had to be in her teens. She was raven 
haired, dark eyed and provocatively plump. A ready, if sometimes frightened, 
smile decorated her cute ovaled face, but it was the freshness of the 
freckles dotting the bridge of her delicate nose and cheeks that caught 
Nick's eye. The girls called her Kitten, to which she shyly added that her 
name was Ann Davis and that her new husband worked in some capacity she 
wasn't certain of for Joe Norman. 

Quite frankly, Nick was just beginning to enjoy the idea of being surrounded 
by such pulchritude when Claire Norman approached from her firstfloor 
doorway looking every bit as devastating in skin-tight white slacks and 
blouse as did the near nude harem he lay in the midst of. 

"Sorry to interrupt, girls, but I must have a word or two with our new 
guest," she said, smiling at "Nick, her radiant dark eyes filled with 
myriads of scintillating little lights. "Joe wanted me to have you sign the 
lease papers when I say you . . . but it seems that you must've been taken 
up with other things the past several days." 

Nick felt his cheeks reddening and then the girls tittered. 

"Remember, Claire darling, they've only been married a few weeks," Toni 
Aimes teased. 

"And it takes that long just to get acquainted in bed, doesn't it, Nick?" 
Barb Decker added familiarly. "I mean, with Bill and I . . ." 

"With Bill and you it must have been like looking at old snapshots 
together," Claire cut her short with the jibe that all seemed to take in 
laughing good nature. "Now, if you'll come with me, Mr. Belyal, we'll tend 
to the business at hand and leave these little wrens to their chirping." 

Nick laughed and got to his feet. "Sorry, girls," he said. "Maybe we can do 
it again sometime, eh ... ? 

"You are coming to the party tonight.. . ?" Toni questioned, her big brown 
eyes searching his. 

"We'll see," he replied, knowing full well what the "party" entailed and 
that he didn't intend to subject his luscious Avis to the likes of these 
swinging broads' cunt-hungry mates. Not that she couldn't take care of 
herself . . . she'd managed to hold him off long enough, but when you played 
with fire you were apt to get burned. .. . 

"I'll be looking for you," Kitten said shyly, surprising him, and he'd taken 
a long glance at her before turning away to accompany Claire Norman who had 
taken his hand and was leading him off toward her left-open doorway. 

Once inside, Nick said: "About the lease, Mrs. Norman . . . I'm not quite 
certain that we are . .." 

"Call me Claire," she interrupted, pointing toward the sofa. "Sit down, 
Nick. There's no lease to sign ... I was just using that to get you in here 
with me away from the rest of those man-eaters." 

"Oohhh . .. ?" he said, immediately sensing an inherent warning signal at 
the pit of his stomach. He hadn't anticipated such a frontal attack 
especially from the matron of the establishment. Assuming all he'd been able 
to learn from tongue-waggers around the town was true he shouldn't be too 
surprised; yet, he couldn't help but wonder just how spur-of-the-moment 
Claire Norman's appearance at poolside had been. . .. He added: "I was just 
beginning to enjoy myself. It's certainly a friendly place you operate 
here." 

Claire let her sparkling eyes rove admiringly over his muscular, 
trunk-covered nakedness, finally raising to the level of his eyes and 
settling there with a twinkle. She watched him drop down on the indicated 
sofa and stretch out his tanned, hairy legs while she stood provocatively in 
the center of the room, her hands placed on the arc of her generous hips. 
She said: "I take it that you like girls then, Darling." 

She was probing, he knew, and at the same time laying a foundation for her 
next move. Hell, he was no kid; he'd played this game before . . . and the 
name was blatant seduction. He felt his penis give a slight stir inside his 
swim shorts of its own volition and that irked him. She was an enchanting 
wench, all right, but things had changed for him in the near week they'd 
been there and profligate sex was no longer a part of his itinerary, not 
with what his Avis and he had found together . .. still, the sleuth in him 
and the painful memory of what had happened to Cathy were commanding his 
loyalty, too. Claire Norman was none-too-cleverly preparing to offer him the 
grand tour and his keen mind was clicking rapidly, mentally calculating the 
advantages or otherwise of learning what he'd come there for in the 
beginning. After all, who was closer to Joe Norman than his wife . . . and a 
sensuously aroused woman could be as pliable as a drug addict once she was 
caught up in her desperate need for a stiff cock. .. . 

"You might say that girls . . . dazzling dolls like yourself, have been my 
hobby for years," Nick replied in his throaty, baritone voice, his virile 
blue eyes answering in kind every suggestive optical transmission she made. 

"Well, how nice .. . and gallantly said, too, Mr. Belyal," she spoke softly, 
an appreciative smile widening her attractive mouth, while simultaneously he 
detected the tiny shudder of excitement that rippled over her shapely body. 
Christ, she was a hot one all right.. . . "And now, what do you drink, 
Darling?" 

"Whatever pleases your palate will be fine," he answered, pressing the 
affable air she'd tagged him with. 

"Like plain old Scotch and soda?" 

"Just plain old Scotch on the rocks, m'lady." 

Her eyes brushed over him in a sweeping, intoxicating glance that sent a 
hell of a charge through him, and he watched her turn away to gracefully 
move toward the small corner bar, his focus fastening on the curvaceous 
delights of her rounded hips and buttocks beneath the skin-fitting white 
slacks. Damn, he didn't like the aroused sensations she was causing in his 
loins. . . . Keep your head, Chambers, you lustful bastard ! 

His incited prick had swollen into a spongy hardness and he crossed his legs 
to hide it from her, while from behind the bar Claire Norman poured into 
glasses and watched him at the same time. She'd given him a decided 
ball-tingling jolt and she knew it. She'd seen his shaft thickening in the 
front of his trunks, the mere idea setting off wild fermentations of 
excitement in her anticipating belly, the act of his crossing his legs to 
hide it from view fascinating her. It'd been a long time since she had 
enjoyed the masculine charms of a conscientious young man . . . and 
especially with the blessing of her satyrical mate. . .. 

"I'll leave it to you, Chickie," Joe had grinned before departing that 
morning. "You don't need any instructions on how to entice a stud into 
buying his stiff prick between those white, hot thighs of yours . . . only 
just make sure you get to him today. ..." 

"So that daddy will have something going for him when he makes the big 
charge at the luscious blonde bitch tonight?" she'd teased knowingly. 

"You've hit the nail precisely on the head, Chickie," he had answered, still 
grinning lustfully. "That's why I'm taking off for the whole day .. . and 
don't fail me. Daddy wants a big chunk of that delicious goddess's ass, and 
you compromising the handsome husband first is going to make it that much 
easier. Just make sure they both show for the party tonight. I'm breaking 
out the rest of that super Pernod we brought back from Europe to insure the 
occasion. ..." 

"Wow, it should be a spectacular with that liquid dynamite . .. and don't 
worry, Daddy, your Chickie won't fail you," she'd assured him, accompanying 
him to the door inside his strong arm while his big hand caressed her 
buttocks possessively. There, she'd kissed him lightly on the mouth, but her 
mind was filled with thoughts of Nick Belyal and she hadn't been able to 
contain the shiver traversing up her spine. 

Joe Norman chickled. "Christ, you'll probably fuck yourself out before the 
night ever gets here," he taunted lewdly. 

"That'll be the day," she'd replied, reaching down between their bodies to 
give his limp rod a tender little squeeze, and then he had left, admonishing 
her one last time not to fail him .. . and she was determined not to, but 
for desire-mounting reasons of her own. 

Whatever it was this blond Apollo had, he had it in quantity for her. She 
couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be as good as he looked.. . . 

Nick watched her move around the bar toward him, carrying a drink in either 
hand, her sensually stimulating endowments unwantedly captivating him. Damn, 
he had to keep his wits; he accepted the drink and watched her curl into a 
chair facing him, her long shapely legs folded beneath her. She was smiling 
faintly. She said: "Tell me, Darling, is she good . . . your lovely Avis, I 
mean ... is she as good in bed as you thought she was going to be?" 

Nick felt his eyes widening in astonishment. Jesus Christ, he thought, what 
a hell of a lead question to open a conversation! She obviously didn't 
intend to pull any punches ... all the same, he wasn't plunging into 
anything like some fired-up high school kid ... let her come on as hot as 
she wanted and he'd ad lib it .. . maybe it would pay off after all 

"That's a loaded interrogation if I ever heard one," he answered, offering 
her a one-sided grin. 

"Really .. . ? Well now, maybe that's the difference between us, eh?" She 
tilted her head cutely, her dark eyes dancing for him. "Me ... I've always 
found sex a fascinating subject." She leaned forward, presenting him with a 
spectacular view of her ample cleavage. "But perhaps you don't find it so 
invigorating, Darling . . . ?" 

"The subject ... or the act?" Hick countered, shifting on the sofa and 
raising his arm to rest across its back in invitation to her. 

The raven-haired charmer didn't hesitate; she literally sprang from the 
chair and floated over to him, lowering her provocative body beside and 
snugly against his partial nakedness, looking up at him and leaning her 
cheek back against the relaxed muscle of his arm. She said: "I shock you, 
don't I, Darling? You think I'm a wanton bitch . . . and .. . and you know 
something . . . ? I am . . . right now, anyway." 

Nick sensed his brain reeling in confusion. Christ, she was a fireball ... a 
takeoff of his dead Cathy, or vice versa. How the hell old she was he had no 
idea . . . only that she exuded blatant sex and she was lovely and 
desireable, just as Cathy had been . . . and goddamn, he'd always be an easy 
prey for an enchanting, promiscuous female.. . . Maybe that was his undoing, 
he didn't know ... or necessarily give a damn right at that moment. . . . 

Claire felt the blood pouring hotly through her veins at the closeness of 
his warm, hard body; his keen masculine aroma filled her head excitedly and 
she challenged him with her dark, scintillating eyes. She sensed his arm 
drawing close around her shoulders, and then his hot big hand suddenly 
caressing the quivering little bowl of her belly, moving with slow but 
certain direction beneath her blouse as his handsome face converged upon her 
own! She opened her lips and sucked him to her, feeling the current of lust 
flowing exchangeably through each of them into the other. God, he was like a 
rare vintage wine ... a far cry from the tawdry domestic stock she'd become 
accustomed to .. . ! Oh, God, yes ... he was ... ! 

Nick felt his cock leap and jerk into final hardness against her warm soft 
thigh as he pressed himself against her, his mouth with ravenous 
uncontrolled attempting to extract an imaginary sweet nectar from her ripe 
lips .. . while their tongues met passionately, and his eager hand found its 
way beneath her blouse to her bra-encased full breast, forcing the garment 
away and allowing him access to the resilient warmth and fullness of its 
firm, nipple-distended entrancement. Oh . .. oh, fuck! He hadn't wanted it 
to go like this at all! The delicious bitch .. . she was something else, and 
goddamn ... he couldn't help himself. . . ! He had to get into her ... it 
was too late now for anything else ... he had to fuck her ... and hope to 
Christ that somehow, Avis would understand. . . . 

"Darling ... darling!" she was hissing, holding her head back away from him 
and gaping licentiously into his eyes. "Let's go into the bedroom! Let's 
drink and take it nice and slow ... so that we can drain every drop of 
fulfillment from it?! 

Nick nodded, mumbling something he wasn't certain of himself. Christ, she'd 
thrown him into a lust-warped stupor like some goddamned sorceress, the 
erotic sensation alone of her warm, full and soft tit in his hand damn near 
mesmerizing him. He couldn't actually believe it of himself! Christ, he'd 
always had women, all kinds, and shit, she couldn't begin to compare with 
Avis's unsurpassable loveliness . .. but there was something about her . . . 
something else that he couldn't pinpoint that seemed to penetrate beneath 
his flesh to be very marrow of his bones letting him know he had to have 
her... . Then, he heard himself say: "You call it, Baby . . . whatever you 
want . . . just as long as we get to the main course . . . and soon!" 

"Oh, Lover . . . you want me don't you?" she whispered hotly, running her 
hand over the sparse blond hair of his naked chest and brushing a kiss 
lightly against his lips, the mere thought of his youthful, potent 
masculinity desiring her sexually steeped flesh causing wild and salacious 
tingles to race through her. 

"I want to fuck ... if that's what you mean!" he choked, "and right now I 
wouldn't give a damn if the whole world watched!" 

His use of the lewd, intoxicating word only sent further spasms of 
excitement raging through her. She clung to him and kissed him again. God, 
she couldn't remember when a man had peaked her to such passion with nothing 
more than a kiss, the feel of his body, and his hand on her tit! He had it, 
was all! He had that certain touch that a woman could wait a lifetime for! 
She could feel the blood flowing hotly through his fingers as it caressed 
and massaged her breast, and the tautness of his muscular, young body was 
telegraphing sensuous messages into her own at every point. Christ, she 
could fall in love with him! Oh ... if only his cock measured up to the rest 
of him .. . ! Damn, she'd fuck and suck him until he lost his soul to her! 

"Now, Baby .. . now! For Christ's sake, let's go in there if we're going!" 
Nick heard himself gasp. "Shit . . . I've got to fuck you that first time 
... or love my goddamned cool entirely ... !" 

"Y-Yess, Lover . . . now... !" Claire hissed, running her hand over the 
outline of his swollen prick inside his shorts. "Pick me up . . . carry me . 
.. oh, God, make love to me Nick darling . . . fuck me good!" 

"I'll screw your beautiful ass off!" he replied emphatically, lifting her 
from the sofa as if she were a child and holding her in his arms. "I'll fuck 
you silly, Baby!" 

"Oh . . . Lover . . . oohhhh . . . !" she whimpered in his arms. "Hurry ... 
please hurry, Darling...!" She kissed him hungrily, darting her tiny tongue 
deep into his mouth and pressing her firm breast tight to him as he carried 
her. He lowered her to the bed and immediately she sat up then got to her 
knees, stripping away her clothes. 

Nick watched her almost frantic movements, his cock jumping furiously as she 
stripped before him, first unleashing her magnificently thrusting 
rose-capped breasts that jiggled and swayed pruriently to her writhing and 
squirming hips and buttocks as she wriggled out of her slacks and panties; 
then she dropped back onto the bed, rolling into a spread-eagled position, 
gazing wantonly up at him. 

He gaped down at her naked loveliness, the thought occurring to him that he 
was as hooked at that moment as any hype had ever been. Fuck, he couldn't 
have walked away from that carnal invitation had his life depended on it. 
Visions of Avis from somewhere in the frenzied recesses of his brain tried 
to press forward, but he drove them back. Christ, she'd just have to try and 
understand is all... ! Maybe he was just a lousy, weak bastard ... he didn't 
know, or much give a damn . . . ! 

His lust-filled eyes played greedily over her full, delicious contours as 
ripples of seething desire charged through him. His prick throbbed as he 
watched her sensuous bodily writhings lying stretched out in lewd 
anticipation before him. He'd already discovered the unexpected entrancement 
of her firm and high set, full rounded breasts, and now he was staring at 
the enticing arch of her ivory sheened hips that led downward to the smooth 
sweep of long, perfectly shaped thighs and calves. They were spread apart 
licentiously and he could clearly see through the soft, dark pubic hair to 
the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first 
tiny dew-drops of love-moisture glistening there. 

"Christ!" he hissed, "You're a delicious bitch!" 

She moaned in response, then pleaded, her hips undulating as if of their own 
volition, her striking eyes seeming to glaze in her mounting passion. 
"D-Don't say anymore . . . just hurry, Darling! God, I want you so .. . !" 

Nick began pushing down his swim trunks while she watched in salacious 
fascination, then, his jock strap that was inadequately trying to contain 
the stone-hardened bulge of his cock. She raised up and leaned forward on an 
elbow, her eyes fixed lustfully on his loins as he made the unveiling.- "Oh, 
God!" she gasped with breathless awe at the long, thick rigidity of his 
shaft lancing out from his lean, blondish, hairy loins. She stared at the 
pulsat ing, blood-engorged head, her small pink tongue tracing her bowed 
lipline passionately. "It's . . . it's beautiful! Oh . .. Lover, Lover .. . 
bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving over to the edge of the bed to 
meet it as he approached closer and stood stark naked before and above her, 
his hands on his hips. 

Nick felt an uncontrollable spasmodic sensation course over his hot flesh as 
she gently let his prick rest in the palm of her soft hand, slowly 
encircling her fingers around its thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin 
to and from her, her other hand moving between his tremoring thighs to 
enclose from beneath his balls tenderly, then ... then, her tiny tongue 
snake out to lick at the small split in the tip of his cock-head, catching 
the few seminal drops that had oozed out with his building lust. 

He grunted at the warm moist contact of her tongue with the sensitive glans 
of his prick, then grunted again as she drew it gently toward her with her 
hands, opening her soft damp lips and pulling it slowly but continuously 
into her mouth, her tongue beginning a titillating, smooth swirling action 
as she sucked it in ... in ... in .. . until he gaped in amazement as near 
all of his throbbing thick rod disappeared between her working lips and 
muscle-controlled throat. At last, she slowly withdrew her head, her ovaled 
mouth sucking lasciviously to its very tip and off . . . then, she rolled 
back onto the bed, her arms and legs spreading open once more to receive 
him. 

"Now, Lover, now! Come down here and fuck me to death with that wonderful 
cock!" she breathed hotly up at him. 

"Christ!" Nick blurted, the lurid word tumbling from her luscious lips 
exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed, half on top of her, his hand 
smoothing eagerly over her soft, satiny flesh from her hips to her breast, 
kneading, cupping, stroking, his hot mouth finding hers, his tongue 
exploring the poignant taste of his own prick there, adding to his animal 
mounting desire. 

"You're going to be my lover for a long, long time. Darling . .. maybe 
forever!" she whispered, her soft hands clutching possessively at the 
hardened muscles of his back. "And I'll see that you want for nothing . .. 
that you live like a king. . . ." Nick tried to make sense from her words, 
but it was damned near impossible. His brain wasn't functioning properly .. 
. her overwhelming lust-inciting body had taken almost complete charge of 
his mental capacities . .. yet, something had clicked meaningfully in his 
mind and he said: "What are you . .. secretly a Miss Rich-Bitch . . . that 
you can afford to support a lover and his wife . . . ?" 

"You know better than that, Darling .. . but me Joe will do just about 
anything for me," she said, her small hands smoothing and massaging over the 
tanned flesh of his back as she whispered up at him. 

"Like keep your cock-man for you?" Nick probed, hardly able to concentrate 
on his own words, but aware, nevertheless, that she was touching on the type 
of information he needed to know. ' nd what does he get out of that?" 

"Oh, don't worry about Joe Norman ... he has his methods . . . just as he 
has the right connections, Darling, but believe me, I never nose into his 
business dealings. All I can tell you is that most of the young husbands in 
Norman Heights work for him, make plenty of money, and spend most of their 
time at home with their wives. ..." 

"Or somebody else's," Nick said, adding a little grin. 

"So . . . you know all of our secrets, Darling . .." she said, her eyes 
widening with surprise. "A-Are you adverse to ... to such arrangements, 
Lover?" she questioned softly, caressing her hands down along his rib-cage 
to his lean buttocks to clutch and grasp there eagerly. 

"R-Right now I don't know what the hell I'm adverse to. . .. All I want is 
you, Baby!" he rasped down at her and not really lying either. He rolled 
onto his side bringing her with him, then ran his hand down over the ivory 
skin of her warm, flat belly and downward to the silky, hair-shaded mound 
that swelled into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his 
finger along the pink, strain-lined slit between her full thighs to the hot 
crevice of her lush buttocks, and she gasped into his face continuously from 
the sensations he was setting off inside her, her sweet breath like some 
heady perfume that he couldn't get enough of. 

He gently rolled her onto her back once more and ground his interminable 
growing, rigid cock against her outer thigh and hip while he caressed and 
explored the intimate areas of her voluptuous body, his brain still spinning 
with the limited information she had unwittingly passed to him. Chirst, it 
would have to keep ... he couldn't think straight lying there with her half 
beneath him .. . and then . . . shit! She had his cock in her soft hand! Her 
mouth found his .. . wide open . . . she was eating his face ... sucking and 
nibbling at his tongue . . . trying to maneuver him completely on top of her 
once more, between her obscenely spread-open white, rounded thighs ... 
wanting his aching hot pole inside her warm moist cunt... ! 

Fuck! What else mattered, anyway . . . only that he got into her before he 
blew himself between her lovely legs, forcing his hands beneath her 
shoulders and running them down the graceful curves of her back and hips. He 
felt the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she 
undulated her belly and loins up against his in a slow, teasing rhythm. The 
sinews of her long smooth muscles ripples lightly beneath the soft, 
milk-white skin, indicating a vigorous, hidden strength that intrigued him. 
The tenseness of the cords in her inner thighs pressed against his hips, and 
he thought of how those shapely legs would grip and possess him once he'd 
thrust his pulsing cock deep up into her quivering belly... . 

"Oh, God . .. you're something else, Nick Belyal! No wonder I wanted you so 
badly . . . it's been a long time since any man turned me on like this! 
Please, don't let it stop! I love your body!" she whispered hotly, biting at 
his lips and grinding the bowl of her soft belly tightly up to him. Her 
hands went again to his taut buttocks, her long nails raking them, then 
moving upward the length of his back in a similar pattern. "You're going to 
be all mine from here on out, Lover! All mine!" she hissed into his ear. 
"Tell me that you want to be . . . !" 

"And play flunky for Joe Norman?" he answered, kissing her open, panting 
mouth, and then her nose and eyes. 

"He'll treat you right, Darling .. . I'll see to that .. . because you'll be 
with me most of the time, like this ... where I can have your cock and balls 
... all of you at least once a day!" she hissed passionately. "Tonight at 
the party. "I'll let him know how it has to be .. . and you and I will slip 
away for more loving. ..." 

Nick hesitated, trying to let her words sink in. Christ, who was 
manipulating whom? He couldn't seem to help himself. . . ! It was almost as 
if he were being bewitched by her wanton carnality ... losing all sight of 
his own goal. . .. Christ! "Damn you .. . you luscious bitch! I'm going to 
fuck you now .. . right out of your passionate skull... !" 

"Oh, Lover, you delicious male! Do it . . . yes : .. yes, fuck me stupid! 
Make me beg! Shove that beautiful cock into my cunt before I lose my mind! 
Now, Darling . .. my God, now!" 

Nick wedged his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the smoothness of 
her full rounded buttocks and pulling her moist, quivering loins up tighter 
against his own. He lay his palpitating cock into the partially splayed slit 
of her pink, velvety cunt, grazing it back and forth against the sensitive 
raw flesh until it was well insinuated between the flushed, lu-bricious 
hair-lined flanges. He began a pressurized sawing motion, sensing the 
erotically throbbing mouth growing more viscid and vibrant with every 
passing second. Her ass fell into an urgent answering rotation against his 
churning genitals, while the head of his prick gently massaged the distended 
bud of her clitoris and she gasped through her clenched teeth at him. 

"Ooohhhhh ... I-I love that! Oh, God . .. you really know how, don't you, 
Lover! Ooohhh . . . you wonderful cock-man! P-Put it into m-me .. . now! 
I've got to have it inside me! Fuck me, Darling ... fuck me! I can't wait 
any longer ... !" 

Her legs splayed out wide on either side of his body, their strong calves 
locking behind the backs of his strong thighs as she squirmed wildly in 
under him. He kissed her open-mouthed, while her searching hands worked 
between them until she grasped his steel-hard cock again and guided it 
pointedly through the moist, pink crevice of her desire-heated pussy. She 
trembled all over and whimpered loudly as her educated loins lurched upward 
at him, the lubricious grasping mouth of her cuntal passage seeking 
desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed knob of his thick stalk of 
aching, hard flesh. 

Nick grunted in his own fired lust, feeling the soft silken hairs of her 
cunt grazing his prick from her salacious movements, and he gave himself to 
the licentious moment all the way, his mind blank to all else but the 
anticipation of burying his cock in the hot flesh of her hungry, seeking, 
pussy channel. He sucked in his breath and drove his hips forward, feeling 
the receptive, damp vaginal hole accepting and absorbing his prick right up 
into the depths of her passage with a slight sucking sound, her cuntal 
muscles immediately setting to work on the rigid meaty length of his wildly 
throbbing cock as if it were going to devour the intruder. 

"Oh . .. oohhhh, my God . .. my God!" Claire cried out at the enrapturing 
sensation of his thick, magnificent long shaft soaring right up into the 
deepest confines of her seething, libidinous vagina. She felt the bloated, 
rubbery head nudge her cervix with a twinge of exhilarating pain-pleasure, 
and she dug her long nails into his shoulders as she cried out in ecstasy, 
thrusting her impassioned loins up at him for more. 

Holy Christ, Nick thought, his brain whirling lasciviously. He couldn't 
remember a woman quite like this one in his none-too-chaste young existence 
. . . she put the entourage of casual, as well as professional, love makers 
he'd even known to ultimate shame . . . not just her enthusiastic and 
sincere participation, but the fucking enchantment of her mind-destroying, 
magnificent body! Godamn! A man ... any man, could fall unwittingly under 
the spell of her sensual, erotic charms ... just as he had with Cathy . . . 
and maybe he was again. . .. Oh, Christ! Her cunt-sheath was milking his 
tingling prick like an extractor. Shit, he wouldn't last ten seconds this 
way! The whole goddamned scene was going to blow his nuts before he ever got 
started .. . and what would she think of him then? He turned his head away, 
as if it might help to blank his brain for a moment until he gained control 
of himself, but then he saw the reflection of their obscene, squirming 
entanglement in her vanity mirror, the licentious spectacle damned near 
peaking him immediately! 

He tried to establish a rhythm and simultaneously control his orgasm, racing 
his long, thick cock the full length of her passage, but her sucking cunt 
was drawing ravenously at the lining of his balls! He felt them clap hard 
against the rounded orbs of her soft, white ass; he sensed his rectum 
constructing spasmodically! Fuck! He couldn't hold it: he couldn't. . . ! 

"I-It's all right, Lover! I understand!" she gasped up at him, her tongue 
suddenly laving his lips, his nose, his eyes! "Cum .. . cum, Darling!" She 
drew back her thighs, thrusting her moisture-covered crotch up at him, 
making her clutching, wildly sucking cunt subservient to his most frantic, 
lust-crazed thrusts. 

"Christ! I can't hold it back!" he whined apologetically down at her. 

"It's all right, my sweet man! This is just the beginning! Fuck me hard! 
Cum! Squirt it into me . . . way up into my belly . .. your hot jism . . . ! 
Fill me Nick love! Fill me ... !" 

He did .. . there was nothing else in this animal world he could do . . . 
his cock lurching and jerking insanely, shooting his sperm deep into the 
core of her delicious body in convulsive gushes that racked his whole 
muscular frame, pumping and pumping it unendingly into her, a raging, 
uncontrollable stream of boiling lust. He heard himself choke, then wail out 
his pleasure as if it coming from some unknown quantity in the' room, and 
abruptly sensing that she, too, was climaxing as she half-screamed into his 
face while her cunt sucked at his spewing cock madly to her writhings and 
squirming beneath him that were savage movements of bodily enrapture . . . ! 

Nick was ready to collapse exhaustedly into her arms . . . but he never did. 
That third quantity in the room made its real presence known, and he bolted 
to his knees at the sound of her voice. 

"Oh! Oh . . . you bastard, Nick! H-How could you? How could you? And . . . 
and I believed you, too ... ! Oh, God . . . !" 

Nick twisted himself, half-erect, into an absurd position to see Avis 
standing in the bedroom doorway, tears streaming down her lovely cheeks, and 
he doubted that he'd never forget the expression of pained horror distorting 
her beautiful face as he gaped at her in utter defenseless shame for the 
whole of the ten seconds she stood there before wheeling around and running 
from the apartment, loud, convulsive sobs reaching him in her wake... ! 

Chapter 8 

Of course, he'd expected her to be packing, and he wouldn't have been 
surprised had she unleashed the apartment's supply of crockery at him when 
he walked through the doorway .. . but it was nothing like that. Instead, he 
found her preparing dinner in the kitchenette, not crying, and anything but 
coldly indifferent. 

Hell, he couldn't believe it! 

In the aftermath of their discovery, he'd crawled slowly from between Claire 
Norman's luscious legs, trying desperately to keep a hold on himself, for 
after all, it wasn't her fault ... at least, entirely; he was over 
twenty-one and should know what he was getting into.. . . 

"She's a woman, Lover . . . she'll be all right," Claire said, raising to 
her elbows, then slowly swinging her feet to the floor as he began to dress. 
"Don't worry . . . maybe it's better that she did catch us ... it might make 
it easier in the future." 

Nick glared at her. Christ, what the hell did she know? She must think the 
whole lousy world functioned as promiscuously as did she! But he couldn't 
cut her down . . . had to keep his head for once in this screwy game he'd 
let himself in for. Goddamn, he'd probably just lost everything that had 
ever mattered a sou to him, and he wasn't about to waste the price he'd 
paid. At least, maybe he could finish what he'd set out in the beginning to 
do ... and that would be something, although at that moment even the thought 
of Cathy twisted at his entrails, too. .. . Still, he managed a weak grin 
and said: "The fucking world is full of surprises, isn't it, Baby?" 

Claire had walked to a closet and brought out an ankle-length red satin 
robe. When he looked at her she was covered and fastening buttons. She 
smiled also, a warm, seemingly understandable expression. 

"Don't worry, Darling, it'll be all right," she reassured, moving toward him 
as he slipped his swim trunks up over his lean hips. "She's your wife, and 
unless I miss my guess, she loves you. Anyway, she'd be a fool if she 
didn't. ..." 

There! That was it! What the hell did she know, Nick thought bitterly? If 
only Avis was his wife . . . maybe then, he could reason with her, but under 
the circumstances he knew it was going to be futile. ... He watched the 
enchanting bitch into whom he had just poured the lust of his loins, and 
probably at the cost of all the happiness he'd ever imagined, move toward 
him, and in his heart he knew he held no malice toward her. Christ, she was 
a delectable piece! Even the fucking robe couldn't destroy her feminine 
shapeliness. Her tits thrust forward beneath the quilted, silklike material 
and she came close to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing 
their firm, yet soft pointed tips snugly against his chest. 

"Believe me, Lover, it'll all work out," she insisted, raising her mouth to 
be kissed and he did .. . almost as if he couldn't restrain himself. "You'll 
come to the party tonight. . . ?" 

"I don't know about that. . . ." 

"Please, Darling . .. ? Trust me. The party is the secret ingredient ... the 
necessary thing that'll smooth it all for both of you...." 

Shit, he wasn't fooled by those ridiculous philosophical words! He caught 
himself from making a snide comeback, but all the same, he knew what she was 
getting at. . . . A little promiscuous episode on Avis's part could balance 
the score, make it all equitably right again ... as if that were possible 
... and as if he would willingly sanction it. . . ! All the same, he'd 
probably be at their party, but alone, with Avis long gone unless he missed 
his guess. He'd pretty much drawn all his cards . . . now, he'd have to 
accept all raises and check to see whether he held a winning hand or not. No 
use blowing the whole game at this stage. So, he'd cheated a little, but the 
wagers were high . .. too high maybe, and now Avis would be out of it the 
way he'd wanted once he'd learned the depths of the stakes they were playing 
for.. . . 

"You don't believe me, do you, Baby?" Claire said, looking up into his face 
and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You figure it's all over between you 
two just because she caught us in bed together. . . ." 

"Maybe it's better that way," he said, laying foundation. 

"Maybe . .. but I don't think so, Lover. She loves you or she wouldn't have 
put on such a short, but dynamic show. Go up there and ad lib it. You can, 
you know .. . you can do just about anything you set your mind to . . . 
damn, yes!" 

She kissed him again, clinging tightly, while he forced a grin down at her. 
"I'll see you later," he said, backing off, out of her grasp. 

"At the party?" 

"Sure ... why not?" 

"With your sweet little wife . . . ?" 

"We'll see," he said, moving toward the door, but holding no hope of finding 
this girl he had truly come to love in any sort of receptive mood. .. . 
Claire Norman, he was thinking, might know her type of female, but she 
couldn't possibly understand the delicate and intimate workings of a girl 
like Avis Glass . . . and neither could he, Nick decided, as he walked into 
their apartment and found her in the midst of their dinner preparation 
rather than packing her bags. ... 

He walked to the counter and climbed onto a stool feeling like a fool. He 
could think of nothing to say, but she was ignoring him anyway as she went 
about her duties diligently. He fumbled out a cigarette, lighted it and blew 
away smoke, watching her shred lettuce and slice up a tomato with unusual 
gusto. Finally, he said: "Do you want to talk .. . ?" 

For a long moment she didn't answer, then: "I was just cogitating . . . how 
do you think my white mini would look for the party tonight ... or should I 
wear the red one with the plunging neckline?" she questioned calmly, her 
tone of voice completely astonishing him. "Of course, with the red one I 
can't wear a bra, but under the circumstances that might be better all 
around, mightn't it ... I mean, after all, we do have a job to do, don't we, 
Darling .. . ?" 

Nick swallowed tightly, sensing the rage immediately boiling up from his 
belly as he measured her words and the almost sarcastic tone of voice she 
had used in speaking them. She still hadn't looked at him, but was going 
about her business as if nothing out of the norm had taken place not twenty 
minutes before. He felt the corners of his mouth curling downward angrily 
and his eyes narrowing. 

"Now . .. now just a goddamned minute . .." he started, but Avis didn't let 
him finish. 

"No! Damnit!" she spat, swinging around to face him, her long blonde hair 
whipping about her shoulders, her wide green eyes emblazoned with a mixture 
of hurt and fire, their beautiful clarity enhanced by the moisture of tears 
washing them, but that she proudly refused to let get away from her. "You 
wait just a goddamned minute, Mr. Belyal! We made a deal, remember? You 
asked for my help and I agreed to give it to you, and that's exactly what I 
intend to do... . Oh, maybe not for you . . . maybe for Cathy, or even 
myself ... I don't know right at this confused point . . . but come hell or 
high water, I'm going to see it through all the way!" 

Nick started again to speak and couldn't. Christ, she'd taken him completely 
off guard. But shit, she didn't realize what she was saying! There was no 
way that he was going to let her show up at that fuck-meet .. . and 
especially not in the red minidress she was talking about. Sonofabitch, she 
might as well be carrying a licensed whore's credentials. .. . 

"Listen ... listen to me, Avis ... I know what you're thinking ... about 
what you saw downstairs, I mean, but . .. but it wasn't anything like it 
looked," he lied, sorry immediately after he had said it. Damn, he was only 
making it worse.... 

"Oh ... ?" she taunted, her lovely eyes expanding in size even more, while a 
cynical smile spread her delightful mouth. "Well now . .. could it be that I 
just imagined that you and that bitch were as naked as the day you were born 
. . . and you were between her vulgarly spread legs with .. . with your 
deceitful . .. thing shoved right up into her as far as it could possibly go 
.. . or wasn't that anything like it looked . . . because it appeared that 
you were screwing hell out of her!" 

"Oh ... oh for Christ sake, Avis, use your head!" he stammered. "I-I did 
what I had to in order to find out what I wanted to know! I mean . . . well 
... it was the only way I could get her to open up. ..." 

"It sure worked, all right, Darling," Avis came right back. "Because she was 
certainly opened up from where I stood ... all the way to her tonsils . . . 
the damned slut!" 

Nick couldn't help but grin at her enraged play upon his words; but he 
wasn't pleased at all with the way he was flubbing the whole situation ... 
though her obvious jealousy was tickling his male ego. 

"Look, Honey, you don't think for one damned minute that I had that episode 
all planned do you? Or that I'd let anything come between you and me. . . ?" 
he put to her, dropping his cigarette in an ashtray and slipping from the 
stool to move around the little counter into the kitchen area where she 
still stood, hands on hips, a paring knife clutched in one. "Christ, Baby, 
you've got to understand, it was the only way I could get any information 
from her. . .. She simply came on strong ... let me know right off that a 
romp in the sheets was in order. Hell, Doll, it's like I've been trying to 
tell you, indiscriminate sex in this place is as common as a coffee-klatch 
in the average neighborhood. Why else did you think I wanted to get you out 
of here? This is nothing more than a swinger's bordello...." 

"So much for your explanation, Mr. Belyal," she said, her chin firm and 
high, but the undeniable anger in her expression hardly lessening. She moved 
the hand clutching the knife from her hip to her belly, business-end 
pointed, as he walked toward her with arms outstretched. "No closer, Nick. 
That part of our association is past. The rest of the way is strictly 
platonic, except for appearances, of course, and I promise you that I'll do 
my part just as I agreed in the beginning." 

Nick brought himself up short, staring down at the knife she was holding 
meaningfully in her small clenched fist. He looked from it up to her face 
and back again. Sonofabitch! Damned if he din't think she'd use it, too! He 
let his outstretched arms drop to his sides and took a step backwards. Well, 
he'd blown it all right, and that was par for the course for him, but all 
the same, he didn't intend that she was going to one of Joe Norman's 
swap-meets, not if he had anything to say about it... ! 

"Okay, if that's the way you want it, Baby," he said as he moved backward 
several more steps. "I guess I had this crazy idea that you would be big 
enough to understand. ..." 

"So now you know that I'm not," Avis snapped, her tears for the first time 
beginning to trickle from her eyes. "Which is neither here nor there is it? 
My part in this game of sleuthing, as I remember it, is to play the lure .. 
. and I can't think of anything more luring than my red mini. . . ." 

"Goddamn it! You're not going to any fucking party!" Nick spat angrily. "And 
if you were, it wouldn't be in that whore's costume! What the hell do you 
want to do .. . get yourself raped by one of these pussy-happy punks?" He 
stormed from the kitchen heading for the small corner bar. "I'll tell you 
what you're going to do! You're going to pack your friggin' bag and get out 
of here .. . just as you should have done three days ago! Okay, so you want 
to end it . . . then, it ends right now! Take off!" 

Avis could hardly contain the smile of uplift she felt at his words, and she 
turned away to her dinner preparations, her back to him so that he couldn't 
see, even as his use of lewd words caused tiny sensations to tingle in her 
belly. God, how she wished it had never happened . .. but he hadn't been in 
their apartment and Toni Aimes, sitting beside the pool, had told her where 
he was, suggesting that she go right in, that Claire wouldn't mind. . .. 
Dear Lord, what a horrible shock it had been to see him like that with 
another woman, his wonderful .. . yes, his wonderful cock buried in her 
slutish hole just as he entombed it inside her belly and whispered words of 
love. .. . But maybe he was telling the truth... . She wanted to believe 
that he was. . . . My God, she loved him so! 

She heard him angrily throwing glassware around and smiled once more to 
herself. He loved her, too; she was positive of it! And maybe it was good 
that it all happened now .. . before they were really married. After all, 
she didn't have any legal claim on him, did she? Just love . . . and that 
love was going to take her to the party tonight in her red, braless mini, so 
that he could know some measure of the agony she had suffered not a 
half-hour before when she'd walked to the doorway of that room. As far as 
the males were concerned, she wasn't worried. She'd taken care of herself 
against experts the past twenty-two years ... up until Nick Chambers . . . 
and one more night wasn't going to change a thing in that respect, but it 
might secure her darling lover forever if his jealousy held out. 

She glanced over her shoulder and saw him tossing down a large glass of 
amber-colored liquid. He was stewing bitterly. Good! Damn him! She wished 
she could walk over there and slap his face . . . but she loved him too much 
. . .! 

God, how she loved him! 

Chapter 9 

If she hadn't enraged him to the point of biting heads off nails, Nick 
reasoned bitterly, he probably wouldn't have gotten drunk, but she did and 
he had, ignoring the dinner she set on the table and instead, pounding off 
to their bedroom in a huff to haul on a pair of casual slacks, sport shirt, 
and floppy thongs, the first and easiest things he could find. She had begun 
eating when he stormed out and without a word, grasped her wrist, dragging 
her away from the table to stumble awkwardly behind him, her choking 
protests falling on unlistening ears. Not until he'd locked her inside the 
bedroom did he offer a word of explanation. 

"There, damnit, now you can have a nice little private party all your own," 
he said through the secured barrier panel as she began pounding against it 
from her side. 

"Oh ... oh! Damn you! Let me out of here this minute, Nick Chambers!" Avis 
shouted furiously. "Do you hear me? Let me out.. . ! Ohhh ... !" 

"You might just as well cool your heels, Doll," he suggested, half-grinning, 
pleased with his ingenuity. "Because there you are and there you stay until 
morning. Like I said, Baby, no swinger's orgy for you . .. not as long as 
I'm your husband." 

"Oh .. . goddamn you, you'll never be my husband!" she cried ragingly. "I'd 
as soon marry a snake ... you ... you fake! Cheat! You ... you whoremaster!" 
To which, Nick couldn't help but chuckle aloud, and she added: "I swear, if 
you don't let me out this instant, Nick, I'll scream and scream until 
someone comes . . . !" 

"Do that, Sugar," he suggested, grinning drunkenly and wheeling around to 
head for the front door and the Game Room below. . .. 

Infuriated was hardly an adequate word to describe Avis' feelings when she 
realized that he had left the apartment and had no intentions whatever of 
coming back to release her. He had actually locked her in for the night . .. 
made a prisoner of her as might some un-trusting parent to a wild teen-age 
daughter . . . then, had gone off to take part in the very salacious acts 
that he'd pretended to protect her again. Oh, goddamn him! She'd never 
forgive him for this . . . never! 

Futilely, her poundings against the heavy door dwindled to light taps and 
the tears streamed down her cheeks. She doubted that she'd ever felt more 
miserable or enraged in her entire life. It had to be that bitch, Claire 
Norman ... he wanted to get at her again tonight . . . hadn't had enough of 
her obscene perform- ances as yet . . . and he was using his concern for her 
own welfare as an excuse! Oh, the miserable bastard! 

If only there were someway without making a perfect ass of herself to scream 
out the window . . . but she could think of nothing in her hurt, frustrated 
state and finally ran to the bed, throwing herself onto it to sob fitfully 

 * * * As usual, the gang had begun to arrive early and pour in those 
initial foundation drinks, as well as toy at selecting partners for the 
later escapades, Joe Norman mused, pleased that the turnout might be a full 
membership attendance. He stood by the bar in the dimly lighted, luxurious 
and pleasurably furnished room, sipping at a bourbon over ice while he 
watched the door anxiously, hoping that each pair of arrivals would be the 
Belyals. 

At first, he hadn't been at all pleased with the way it had gone between 
Claire and the handsome husband, with that sweet young wife walking in and 
catching the two of them in the rack fucking like a couple of rabbits; but 
then on second thought he'd decided maybe that was what he needed to secure 
things for himself. Properly used, it could be the necessary lever he might 
manipulate to wedge in between those tender white, lush thighs of hers .. . 
the wronged mate bit, like herself .. . and it was surprising how well that 
stereotyped act had worked for him in the past. There was no female easier 
made than one betrayed . . . especially when the whole vivid scene was still 
ripe in her mind and her belly was filled and churning with "get-even" 
wrath. 

Of course, he couldn't know how it would be with a rare and delicate gem 
such as the delicious Mrs. Belyal. Christ, she was a half-dozen strata above 
anything this place housed, or that he'd ever fucked . . . but she was 
human, and that would be her failing ... if she had any. No matter, he was 
going to get into her one way or another; he'd already vowed to that. Shit, 
he hadn't been able to apply his mind to anything else for five consistent 
minutes all day, without the memorable vision of her luscious tits and ass 
reoccurring to distract him. Goddamn, those long, full-thighed legs and 
rounded hips, plus a face to launch a thousand pricks. . .. He chuckled to 
himself at his lewd word play, while he watched Jack and Stella Snow make 
their entrance, the red-headed bitch immediately taking off on a search for 
Bill Decker as her skinny husband spotted Claire and made his weekly Friday 
night pilgrimage. Hell, Claire ought to give the poor bastard another go at 
it; it wasn't his fault that he had a mini cock... . 

Norman's brain stopped short at that point, refusing to function further as 
he stared at the door and saw Nick Belyal walk in, dressed as if he were 
going to a beach party ... and alone! Sonofabitch! Claire evidently saw him 
too, the way she was patting Snow's hands and shedding him like a disease, 
leaving him gaping after her as she moved rapidly toward the blond, casually 
attired newcomer. 

What the hell was going on? Where was the breathtaking little wife? Goddamn, 
it didn't look good, he was thinking as he walked toward where the two stood 
holding hands by the door.. .. * * * Along with the other unpardonable 
transgressions he had managed to commit on her, he had now executed the 
ultimate; Nick was anything but proud as he descended the stairway toward 
the Game Room. Hell, he wouldn't blame her if she wound up sticking that 
paring knife in his ribs ... but he was doing what he felt was best for her, 
and what she didn't realize was that it was hurting him a hell of a lot more 
than it was her . .. because he loved her! 

Well, it was too late now to backtrack, or start pleading how sorry he was; 
he was in up to his ass and no amount of apologies could ever offset the 
picture she had to be conjuring in her lovely head. She'd called him a 
whoremaster . . . what more was necessary? Okay, so maybe he was; maybe he'd 
always been ... and maybe he was a fucking fool to be attempting what he was 
in order to track down a killer ... when the victim was probably little 
better, if any, than the animal that had taken her life. But he couldn't 
help himself. Maybe there was something inherent in his soul that clung to 
the principle of no man wilfully taking another's life ... or maybe it was 
simply right over wrong ... or was it stupidly that he'd played detective 
too long for GOLDEN INDEMNITY . .. ? 

To hell with it! Avis was safe ... filled with rage, hate, and probably 
bitter revenge . . . but safe nevertheless, and now he could do his thing 
... whatever that was going to be. Somehow, he'd concluded that this had to 
be it .. . this night, this so-called party . .. and come the dawn the show 
would be over. Naturally, he'd get Avis back to L.A. as soon as he could, 
and hopefully without that paring knife sticking out of him handle-end 
first.... 

Damnit, he shouldn't have drunk so much. If ever he needed a clear head it 
was tonight. He'd just have to watch himself . .. stick to the light, easy 
booze . . . tell them that his little wife wasn't feeling well and couldn't 
make it, then play it by ear. Hell, there was no other way; he had nothing 
really to go on . . . only Cathy's panties that he'd found behind the seat 
of the MG ... but someone had to have been with her . .. unless Chaney had 
been right about a hitchhiker.. . . No ... no, he couldn't buy that! Cathy 
hadn't been that needing. . . . 

Well, he was there ... the Game Room was beyond that door . . . and he 
couldn't be more confused had he worked at it. Anyway, he repeated mentally, 
Avis was safe. He just wished to hell he could shake the still fresh, lusty 
memories of Claire Norman .. . but he couldn't. The bitch ... she got to 
him! He wondered what she'd be like with her husband around, swinging party 
or no . . . and there was only one way to find out.... 

He opened the door and walked in. * * * Once she had cried the. immediate 
frenzy from her system, Avis had bolted from the bed and stripped naked, 
then dashed into the bath for a quick shower to clear her head and help her 
think. Somehow, someway, she was determined to attend that party, and the 
first thing in order was to dress for it. She chose the skimpiest wisp of 
sheer black nylon bikini panties she owned, a matching garter belt and long 
dark hose rather than her usual panty-stockings for reasons she couldn't 
explain at that moment, and finally the red mini dress that had to be worn 
braless, its extreme decolete revealing most of her full, pointed, exposed 
breasts, and plunging risquely to show the soft white valley separating 
them. 

Damn him, she'd show him the price of trying to make a fool of Avis Glass! 
If promiscuous fun and games were what he wanted, then he'd soon understand 
that she, too, could become a player, she fumed irately as she brushed at 
her long blonde hair with hurried strokes, deciding finally on a long 
pony-tail for expedience sake, even as that part of her strong moralistic 
upbringing reared its gallant head in defiance. God, it was true, she 
realized, fighting back the tears once more as she stared at her reflection 
in the vanity mirror; she could never take that initial step toward a casual 
seduction . . . even if she knew what step number one should be. .. . 

A sound from beyond the locked door interrupted her thoughts. ... She 
listened intently and heard another.... Someone was out there . .. Nick, 
he'd come back! Then, followed the soft tapping against the door panel.. . ! 

At first, she was resolved not to answer it, but when it came again, she 
said: "If that's you, Nick, remember, oh master, you have the key!" 

Several seconds passed before a male voice replied: "It's not Nick, Avis, 
it's me, Joe Norman." 

Joe Norman! What was he doing there? She stood, going to her side of the 
barrier, hesitating momentarily before saying more .. . but then, she 
thought, why should she? He could be her means of getting out! "I-I'm sorry, 
Joe . . . but I'm locked in. . .." 

"Locked in!" he repeated in a surprised tone. "What the hell ... I thought 
you weren't feeling well ... that's what Nick said ... so I came up to bring 
you a little cheer...." 

"He said that?" Avis questioned, sensing her ire building once more. "Damn 
him ... he locked me in so that I couldn't go down to the party!" she spat 
unthinkingly in her refurbished anger. 

"Well, well. .." Norman said, and she heard what she surmised were keys 
jingling ... then, one inserted in the door lock to click businesslike and 
the door swung gently open to reveal a half-smiling Joe Norman, an unopened 
bottle in his hand. "It seems that the situation is a bit more serious than 
I first thought," he added, his dark eyes lighting up immediately as they 
raked up and down over her sensually dressed body, locking in unhidden 
lecherous finality on her nearly exposed breasts. "Saaayyyyyyyy . . . don't 
you look luscious though . . . good enough to eat, I might add.. . ." 

Avis sensed the spontaneous flush to her cheeks at his undeniable suggestive 
remark and quickly moved by him into the front room, a moment of 
apprehension trying to grip her, but she refused to let it. "What did you 
mean about the situation being more serious than you first thought?" she 
questioned, turning to study him. 

Again, Joe Norman let his gleam-filled eyes graze over her lustfully before 
levelling on her beautiful face. Christ, his memory hadn't done her justice 
at all! She was more fucking desirable than any vision he had whipped up in 
his mind .. . and there was no question now but what he was going to have 
her all to himself before this night was over; she was playing right into 
his hands. Goddamn, what a superb little fuck she was going to be! He said: 
"Him locking you up . . . after what you walked into my place and found this 
afternoon . . . well, it's obvious, isn't it?" 

"I-I don't know what you mean," Avis stammered. "How . .. how did you know 
that I caught . . . saw them together... ?" 

Joe Norman shrugged his broad shoulders. "Claire told me. I suppose she 
figured she better before you did." 

Avis turned away from him, bowing her head and biting at her full lower lip. 
"It ... it was horrible.... I don't believe I've ever been so hurt in my 
life.. .. But I could have forgiven him that .. . until he locked me in the 
room like . .. like some belligerent child ..." 

"I know what you mean, Baby," Joe Norman sympathized. "And especially with 
what he had in mind. Kind of a double-standard viewpoint he operates by, 
isn't it?" 

Once more, she faced him. "You mean . . . ? Are they ... together right now 
. .. ?" 

Norman eased out a meaningful, if bitter, grin. "When I left there, they 
were just beginning to get re-acquainted, Doll, and I don't mean 
platonically!" he said, stretching a few points to his own advantage, 
watching with mounting sadistic delight the expression of pained shock twist 
at her enchanting features. For a moment, she seemed to turn an ague white 
and he wondered if she was going to faint on him. She staggered slightly and 
he caught her, easing her down onto the sofa and standing over her. "Here," 
he said, working to open the bottle in his hands. "You better have some of 
this. I brought it up to you thinking you weren't feeling up to sorts. It's 
Pernod . . . great ior settling the stomach," he lied. "I'll get a couple of 
glasses...." 

Avis watched him move toward the corner bar, his form wavering as her brain 
reeled, and desperately she fought to regain control of herself. This was no 
time to collapse .. . she was glad that he'd come . . . Nick Chambers was 
going to pay for what he had done .. . and was doing to her! Oh .. . damn 
him . . . damn him .. . ! 

"Drink this," Joe Norman said, handing her the glass and lowering himself 
into the chair across from her where he could better see those beautiful 
legs and thighs that the tiny skirt of her provocative dress was barely 
covering. His covetous eyes caught sight of the smooth, satiny-white flesh 
above her hose where the black garter-belt straps were fastened as she 
stirred heedlessly in her nausea, causing his thick, long prick to jerk 
convulsively inside his pants. Goddamn! He was going to fuck her right out 
of her marigold mind! 

"Mmmmmm ... it tastes good," Avis commented thinly, swallowing a good 
measure of the licorice-flavored aperitif, the thought subconsciously 
occurring to her that certainly such a mild drink wasn't about to cause her 
problems; she'd stick to this all evening. "It ... it was kind of you to 
bring it up to me, Joe . .. even though I'm not the invalid that Nick 
implied." 

Joe Norman nodded. "I guess we've both been sort of taken, honey . .. which 
was the second reason I came up here," he said, drinking from his own glass. 
"I figured we better discuss our mutual problem before it got too far out of 
hand. But hell, there's no reason for me to try and lie to you. . . . You 
must've figured out already that here at the Heights we're a pretty 
close-knitted group. ... I mean, as far as our uninhibited free-love 
approach. . . ." 

Avis swallowed tightly. She realized that he had paused to watch her 
reactions; she didn't intend to look the part of the prude, although she 
was; even so, the blood rushing into her cheeks uncontrollably came with an 
inner welcome. At least, she knew she had her color back and the nausea had 
passed. She sipped again at the pernod, then said: "Yes ... I learned of it 
from Nick, and admittedly it was quite a shock . . . which raises another 
question in my mind, Joe. With such permissiveness, why should you feel 
offended if your wife . .. well. . . ?" 

"Screws another man?" he finished when Avis left off without asking the 
complete question, purposely dropping in the mildly lewd word to test its 
effect and seeing her obviously cringe. "It's simple, Doll . . . sure, we 
enjoy the swap approach, but it has to be a mutual thing, all up and above 
board .. . not some clandestine afternoon affair that can only lead to 
marital problems. Look, just because I agree to let Claire make it with one 
of the group while I fuck his wife, doesn't mean that I love her less. ..." 

"P-Please, Joe ... do you have to use those words?" Avis entered, feeling a 
mild, if, pleasant warmth moving through her from the pernod, along with a 
tiny little tingle in her belly from the lurid sound of his vulgar 
expressions, that she couldn't in the least explain. 

Intentionally ignoring her plea, Joe said: "Listen, Honey, I don't think we 
should just sit here and let this go further without taking some action. Do 
you?" 

"Lord ... I don't know! If you think we should. . . ! But what can we do?" 
Avis managed, confused, realizing that in all truth she had no claim on Nick 
Chambers simply because she had given herself to him ... those memories 
immediately sparking her anger once more. Damn him . . . oh, damn him! He'd 
really given his gullible Avis a sweet and fast shuffle, hadn't he? What a 
stupid idiot she'd been! But no more! Some way, she would pay him back in 
kind for what he'd done to her . .. and maybe Joe Norman was the man to help 
her . .. ! 

"If you're game, we'll go down to the party and watch the whole show from my 
office," Joe said, sensing that he was on firm ground . . . aggressive 
ground, for the first time. "We will be able to see them, but not vice 
versa. That way, we'll know what we have to cope with and make our decisions 
accordingly. What do you say, Baby?" 

"I say, yes . .. I'm game," Avis replied with enthusiasm, getting to her 
feet. 

Joe Norman felt like bursting into one great big grin, but managed to 
contain himself. "What about the pernod, shall we take it with us?" he 
probed, having no intentions of leaving it behind. 

"Yes, bring it. . . . It tastes real good and I'm so thirsty...." 

"Tastes like more, eh Doll?" he said, feeling his cock stirring eagerly 
between his legs once more. 

Avis smiled at him, leading the way toward the door while he watched the 
provocative sway to her curvaceous hips and full, rounded buttocks, his dark 
eyes staring lecherously at the exciting shapeliness of her long, graceful 
legs. 

Christ, what a fucking night this was going to be... ! 

Chapter 10 

"What the hell are they going to do?" Nick questioned Claire with a dry 
mouth as she sat close to him, her hand in his lap teasing gently at his 
half-swollen prick inside his pants, both watching Kitten Davis and Barbara 
Decker walk fully dressed into the spotlight and climb onto the bed as Jack 
Snow followed with seeming reluctance. 

"They're going to put on a show, Lover," Claire answered excitedly. "We do 
it this way when Daddy can't locate some good stag films. Everyone draws a 
bean from a bag and the three black ones get to do their thing for the rest 
of us. Sometimes, it's all female, but Daddy never digs an all male cast." 

"I'm with Daddy," Nick said, looking around at the other couples clinging to 
each other on the strategically circled love-seats, noting that both male 
and female hands more often than not had vanished beneath skirts, or inside 
blouses and trouser fronts, while they watched the three in the center of 
the room lie down on the bed with Jack Snow in the middle, both girls 
immediately turning toward him to crowd their eager bodies close to his in 
an undulating, sandwiched performance, each taking their turn at opening 
kisses. 

Christ, it was a good thing he'd had enough sense to lock Avis in that 
bedroom. This was no place for her, he reasoned, gulping down half of the 
Pernod Claire had poured him. "Hey," he said, "how come I didn't get a shot 
at that bean bag?" 

Claire turned toward him and smiled. She gave his hardening cock a delicious 
squeeze. "Because I don't intend sharing you, Lover ... not for awhile 
anyway." 

"Isn't that against the rules around here?" 

"Not when you're the owner's wife it isn't, Darling," she cooed warmly into 
his face, then brushed a moist kiss against his lips. 

"Incidentally, where is Joe, anyway? I haven't seen him since I came in?" 
Nick asked, craning his neck to try and locate his prime suspect in the 
almost darkened room surrounding the rapidly growing obscene show taking 
place in its center. 

"Oh, he's in his office," she answered quickly, well aware where he had 
disappeared to. "He had some work to do, but he'll be joining us soon.. . . 
Oh, God, look at the expression on Kitten's face! She's acting as if she 
can't believe it. . . see?" 

Nick didn't have to strain his half-drunken eyes to catch every intricate 
detail of the entire spectacle; they were seated that close, and while Barb 
Decker, who had already shed her clothes with a minimum of preliminaries, 
unleashing those pendulous, yet firm breasts with the pink, hardened nipples 
that had caught his attention at the poolside, was slowly unbuttoning and 
removing Snow's shirt, Kitten Davis had opened his belt and fly and was 
tugging his pants and shorts down over his hips, only to stop short as his 
cock sprang into view and Nick couldn't help the grin broadening his own 
face. Simultaneously, he heard other chuckles and titters around the room. 

Christ it was alsolutely the smallest erect prick he'd ever seen on a grown 
man; it couldn't have been four inches long nor any larger around than a 
frankfurter, but the amazing thing was that beneath and between his legs 
hung the hugest pair of balls Nick had ever imagined, and all of that 
phenomenal genital display without one stem of pubic hair! 

Kitten could only stare at it in apparent, if, unhide-able, amazed 
disappointment. 

Claire laughed outright. "Did you ever see anything any funnier?" she 
choked. "Poor Kitten ... she's never really gotten with our parties from the 
beginning. But she wants to so badly, and it seems that she keeps drawing 
fellows who can't do it for her. She's never climaxed, and though Daddy's 
promised a half-dozen times to see her over the peak, something or someone 
has always interferred." 

"What's wrong with her husband?" 

"Barney? Oh, God, he's a stupid dolt. They're from the Ozarks. They came out 
here after they were married. . .. Look, Barb's going to suck that tiny 
thing!" 

"She told me that he worked for your husband," Nick continued. 

"Oh, he keeps the used cars clean or something, I don't know.. .. Hey, 
Lover, come on watch this," Claire said, squeezing his hardened rod again 
and smiling into his face. "I want you already when I take that beautiful 
cock out of your pants! And look, I didn't tell you I'd slap your face if 
you decided to get fresh, did I... ?" 

Nick chuckled and drew her to him, easing his hand down inside the front of 
her dress to clutch her warm, full breast. Christ, she was something else 
all right! He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth and she 
moaned in response, sucking and nibbling at it. Goddamn, he was going to 
fuck her again ... he knew he was . . . yes, and probably he'd even eat her 
cunt! The bitch .. . the wanton, provocative bitch! It was a good thing she 
wasn't going to be near him the rest of his life . . . he'd probably go ape 
from over-sexual indulgence . .. ! 

"I ... I can't believe it!" Avis gasped, staring through the parted draped 
glass Joe Norman had opened for her, her attention focused on the three 
people in the bed engaged in the lewdest of sexual acts at the center of the 
room before everyone! My God! It just didn't seem possible that human beings 
could give themselves to such debauchery . .. and in front of others who 
were hardly doing less! "I just can't believe it!" 

"Well, you're seeing it with your own eyes, Baby," Joe said, moving up 
beside her and slipping an arm around her waist snugly. 

Avis sensed his more or less aggressive move immediately, but for some 
reason there was something reassuring in it at that moment. The 
unquestionably lewd orgy taking place on the bed amongst the three 
participants had sucked the breath right out of her. Of course, she had 
recognized Barb Decker and the girl they called Kitten, but she couldn't 
place the man with the exceptionally small thing . .. and she'd never 
imagined a male being hairless before, but he was! Absolutely hairless! 

"Are you sure they can't see us, Joe . . . ?" 

"Quite sure, Baby. This room was built to my specifications . . . seeproof 
and soundproof," he said, smoothing his big hand up and down her rib cage as 
she watched. Damn her delicious ass, she was getting ready for the plucking, 
but not quite. She'd willingly drunk from the bottle on the way down, 
surprising him, and taking a healthy quantity of the stuff in the bargain. 
Given half a chance, she could come alive . . . but right now, she was 
filled with hangups he had to melt or help her lay aside, and from 
experience he knew that was going to happen. She was conforming beautifully. 
Even so, he didn't want her completely docile; that would ruin it for him on 
a chick like this. Part of the grand scene was taking her and bending her to 
his will; the ultimate was breaking a proud bitch with his cock ... or 
making a loose one crawl as he'd attempted to do with that little tight ass 
on the beach.. . . Shit! He didn't want to think of that cock-teasing ghost 
at a time like this! That was over and done . . . ! 

"My God! Barb's got it in her mouth .. . and Kitten is getting down 
underneath her! Oh ... oh! What's she going to do? She's taking off all of 
her clothes . .. and what a pretty young body she has. ..." 

"Too plump," Joe added, hauling her close to him until he could feel her 
thigh and hip hot against his own, his arm still around her waist and his 
hand traversing up and down soothingly. "Unless you like those kind of 
doughy tits, of course .. . that would make a difference. And her ass as 
well as her back is dimpled from baby-fat, but she seems to have a nice 
little cunt hidden behind that dark hair. ..." 

"Oh .. . Joe, please ..." Avis chocked, forcing herself to look over and up 
at him. "Is it necessary to use that language... ?" 

"What did I say?" he teased, knowing damned well his choice of words were 
sparking her drive. There was no question about it; she was on her way and 
he was riding right with her. 

"Oh ... oh, I don't know ... except all of this is really unnerving me. ... 
Oh, my God! There they are! Watching the show . . . and ... and .. . oohhhh 
... !" 

Joe had already singled out Claire and Nick and had been patiently waiting 
for Avis to locate them by herself; he'd wanted to watch the expression on 
her face, and Christ, it'd been worth it. For a moment he thought she was 
going to go into a faint again. He whispered heavily: "Yeah, she's sucking 
him . . . one of her favorite approaches. ..." 

Avis couldn't have dragged her attention from the despicable sight had her 
life depended on it. She forced her eyes to penetrate the darkness and saw 
Claire Norman's head working up and down over Nick's exposed loins, her lips 
clasped tightly in an ovaled circle around his erect cock. It stood rigidly 
hard through the opened fly of his pants, familiar blondish tufts of his 
pubic hair protruding around the edge of its thick base. 

"Oh, dear God . . !" Avis moaned, finally turning toward her companion and 
hiding her face against his broad shoulder. "It's awful. . . awful... !" 

She hadn't expected that it would be quite this vulgar, although she hardly 
knew what she had anticipated, but certainly she believed they would have 
chosen privacy. Again, small tears trickled down her cheeks. She was certain 
a moment ago that she had herself under control and that she would be able 
to handle herself regardless of the circumstances, but now she realized that 
she couldn't. The lurid sight of his .. . his deceitful penis disappearing 
into another man's wife's hungry, sucking mouth was just too much to take, 
and she could imagine the moans and grunts of pleasure choking out of him. 
In fact, the room had to be filled with such sounds the way other couples, 
incited by the obscene debauchery taking place on the bed, were locking 
themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. She continued to 
bury her face against Joe's shoulder and felt his big hands smoothing over 
her back and waist, barely brushing against the upper hillocks of her 
buttocks with each reassuring caress. 

"There now, you'll be okay," he whispered consolingly down into her ear. "It 
was just that initial jolt of seeing Claire sucking him off. . .. Just don't 
look at them for a minute . .. watch the way Barb Decker is taking all of 
Jack Snow's sliver-prick into her mouth while Kitten kisses that red-headed 
bitch's hot cunt. ..." 

He had forced her to turn back to the special window, his vulgar words 
ricocheting offensively in her brain, yet to protest his use of them again 
seemed to border on the ridiculous under the circumstances. On top of that, 
she couldn't understand the tingling sensations their lewd meanings were 
causing in her belly, to which the salacious troilism on the bed immediately 
added once she focused her attention there again. 

In her entire lifetime, Avis had never even imagined such lascivious 
abandon! The skinny man named Snow was tensing his loins while Barb Decker 
hovered over them, his small penis completely absorbed in her sucking mouth 
and becoming visible with each bobbing uplift of her head, while Kitten lay 
on her back with the red-head's widespread thighs straddling the teenage 
girl's face, her full buttocks and opened, moist pink split wholly exposed 
for all to see as Kitten eagerly worked her small pointed tongue diligently 
back and forth between the burnished hair-lined lips. Kitten's own young and 
tender flushed pussy seemed almost to palpitate before Avis' eyes as she lay 
with feet flat on the bed, her soft, white plump thighs lewdly parted and 
directly facing the special window. Beneath the sparse triangle of 
enshrouding dark hair, Avis could see the glistening coral hue of the girl's 
moistened vaginal slit, and as she watched. Kitten lowered one hand down 
there, gently spreading open her cunt-lips with her own fingers to begin a 
slow stroking of her erect tiny clitoris.. . . 

Then, movements of Claire and Nick caught her eye again, jerking her focal 
point from the bed. Claire had lifted her dress up over her generous hips 
and crawled on top of him! She had obviously worn no panties and was 
straddling him, the round whiteness of her but- tocks poised directly over 
the hardness of Nick's thick, poling cock . . . and then, she was reaching 
back underneath her body with her hand and guiding him into her! Avis held 
her breath as she saw the red bulbous head of his cheating prick make 
contact with the moist open flanges of the raven-haired girl's cunt. She 
moved it up and down in the damp, glistening crevice for a moment, parting 
the silken, pubic hair, and then with a slight plunge, ground her buttocks 
hard down onto it! 

"Oohhh!" Avis exclaimed, almost feeling the penetration between her own 
thighs, her eyes wide in near mesmerized disbelief as she watched Nick's 
throbbing shaft slide rushingly up into the lubricious, clasping lips of 
Claire Norman's salacious cunt. She was grinding down on it all the way, 
until all that Avis could see was a small white expanse at the base 
protruding from the moist rimmed hole surrounding it. 

She wanted to scream out; she was that enraged, hurt and frustrated, but 
somehow she managed to control herself, subconsciously thankful for the 
presence of Joe Norman beside her and still offering her support with his 
arm around her waist, his warm hand soothingly stroking her rib-cage, 
occasionally moving down over her hip, or upward until his fingertips gently 
brushed against her breast. Under any other circumstances in the world, she 
knew she would take offense at his aggressive acts, but to do so in the 
light of the preposterous orgy they were watching seemed almost childish; 
besides, he'd been nothing but a gentleman, and was far from being out of 
hand at that moment. She knew that the aperitif was having its effect on her 
too, somewhat tranquilizing her she imagined, and God knows, she certainly 
needed it as she helplessly watched Claire begin a slow undulating, up and 
down movement with her buttocks rising into the air above Nick until just 
the tip of his towering prick was left inside the pink enclosed sheath of 
her flesh. Then, with a rush, she would drop heavily back down on it, 
impaling herself completely with every long smooth stroke. 

Avis hardly noticed when Joe Norman's big hand enclosed itself warmly over 
her full, half-naked breast, even though she had turned her head away from 
the glass again, a tight restrictive feeling gnawing unfa-miliarly at her 
belly. She had never imagined what it might be like actually playing voyeur 
while other people made love; oh, she had caught Cathy with different men 
several times, but had been too angry to do more than quickly disappear from 
the disgusting scene . . . however, these licentious carryings-on were 
actually affecting her in a manner she never would have dreamed possible. 
Instead of absolute revulsion, she sensed strange, quivering sensations in 
her belly and loins, and there was warm moisture between her thighs, 
dampening the crotchband of her tiny panties. 

She stood with closed eyes, but still the vision of Nick's virile cock, 
moist and glistening, skewering into the damp sensitive flesh of Claire's 
vagina raced through her mind, filling her brain with the lewd, inciting 
picture. 

Simultaneously, Joe's hand clutched harder at her breast and she opened her 
eyes to see him staring at Nick and his wife. It was a full moment before 
she realized that he had slipped inside her dress and was engulfing her 
naked globular flesh, but before she could speak he gave a sudden hard pinch 
against the soft rubbery nipple, sending an electriclike current of 
pain-pleasure rippling down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low, 
almost helpless protest that was quickly choked off by the sudden harsh 
pressure of his hot lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into 
her mouth, causing an unwanted tremor to shudder through her and with some 
desperation she realized that she had to stem the rising tide of passion 
that was rapidly creeping over her. 

She managed to twist her mouth from his. "Don't, Joe ... please don't...." 

"Don't... ? Christ, Baby, he's out there fucking my wife! And you get all 
uptight over a kiss . . . ?" 

"I-I know ... I know . . . but..." she stammered, the lewd word actually 
exciting her. 

"But... ? No buts, Doll .. . it's too late for that goddamned nonsense. If 
he can fuck my wife, then I can fuck his!" Joe Norman hissed coarsely, 
pulling her tighter against him and grinding his pelvis meaningly into her 
soft belly as he smoothed his big hot hands down to the firm roundness of 
her full buttocks, pressing her loins tight to his own. 

"Oh! Oh, no . .. stop! God, you have to stop, Joe, please... ?" Avis 
whimpered half into the heat of his mouth while she tried to squirm free of 
him, but he had no intentions of letting her out of his arms. "Please," she 
repeated, "don't do anything we're both going to regret. ..." 

Joe grinned lewdly. "That's the farthest thing from my mind, Baby, and 
letting you get away from me now would be the biggest goddamned regret of my 
life. You and me, we're going to make it, Honey ... just the way our other 
halves are out there ... !" 

Avis' voluptuous body tensed as she felt Joe Norman begin massaging the 
resilient cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her loins tighter against him, her 
brain racing in confused stimulation while mentally she tried to calculate 
the meaning of his unexpected licentious threat. 

My God! She could feel his growing cock swelling to rigid hardness against 
the soft give of her belly as he pressured his loins into her trembling 
flesh dom-inantly, his mouth finding hers once more to completely subjugate 
her. Crazy things that were unwanted churned deep at the core of her being. 
Oh, Lord ... it had to be the Pernod with its intoxicating effects 
permeating her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrollably 
sensations that were coursing through her against her will! 

His one hand came back to her breast, finding its way inside her dress to 
the naked nipple, while she clenched her eyes tightly shut once more, 
fighting the overwhelming urges sweeping over her with all her strength, but 
the knowing fingers nipping teasingly at her distended nipple and the 
hardness of his cock insinuated against the soft flesh of her belly only 
raised further moans of subsiding resistance to her lips. 

"Christ. . . ! You're a delicious, brain-twisting, spectacular bitch!" he 
gasped, and Avis knew that he meant it as a complimentary statement. "I've 
wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you .. . !" 

"Oh ... oh no, my God, please .. . please don't Joe," she begged feebly, 
even as the lewd and enticing sensations his words aroused continued to peak 
the nerve ends of her soft flesh. 

"I've got to, Baby! Goddamn, I've got to! I'd never forgive myself tomorrow! 
I've got to fuck you!" he insisted, wedging his hand down between their 
tighly clenched bodies to the flatness of her belly. 

"Oh . . . oh!" she gasped at the caressing exploration of his hand, and 
then, he was releasing her. She opened her eyes wide to see him take a step 
backwards, trying desperately to hide the sense of disappointment that 
quickly rushed over her. But it was a short-lived frustration when she saw 
him walk to the leather sofa and lower its back, making a bedlike 
arrangement out of the furniture piece. 

He straightened, took the bottle of Pernod from the edge of his desk and 
poured into glasses sitting on the cabinet behind. Smiling almost evilly, 
she thought, he walked slowly toward her, holding one of the glasses 
outstretched. "Drink it, Baby ... it's what we both need to make this a 
night to remember." 

Avis didn't move. Her wits were rejoining her again. She had no intentions 
of playing his lewd game, nor offering him the slightest encouragement. "I 
want to leave here right now, Joe!" she said, forcing a sharpness into her 
tone. "This has gone far enough ... !" 

His suggestive laugh cut her short. He moved close and held the glass to her 
lips, tipping it until some of the contents spilled down her chin. 

"Drink it, I said!" he insisted harshly, his mouth drawn into an almost 
bloodless gash, his eyes embla- zoned with lust, the front of his trousers 
bulging before the swollen cock rising inside. 

Truly frightened for the first time, Avis took the glass from his hand and 
held it to her lips, sipping at it. She watched him carefully while her mind 
raced in near-frantic confusion. My God! What had she let herself in for? He 
was anything but the man she had chosen to visualize in her mind ... he was 
a lecher ... a ... a sex perverted animal . . . and he intended to force her 
if she didn't willingly submit. . . ! Heavenly Father! Could Nick have been 
right about him? Was he Cathy's killer. . . ? Oh ... oh ... if only there 
was someway of calling Nick, but he'd said the room was soundproof, and 
she'd seen him lock the door when they came in.. .. Dear God, what was she 
going to do .. . ? 

"All of it, Baby ... all of it," Joe Norman said, draining his own glass and 
moving toward her to take the empty one when she finished. He did and she 
continued to stand there as he set them on the desk. "All right, Doll, you 
can strip now .. . I've waited long enough for this moment. I want to see 
what you look like bare-ass naked; my imagination only stretches so far. ." 

Avis actually staggered several steps backwards, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, 
the door itself keeping her from losing her balance. He had begun to remove 
his clothes, first his jacket and tie, and now he was unbuttoning his shirt! 
He really meant every word he was saying; he truly intended to take her . . 
. rape her, if necessary, and she couldn't think of a single thing to do in 
defense! And then, he was removing his pants and finally his shorts . . . 
until he stood before her completely naked, his unbelievable lancing prick 
spearing out from his lean hair-covered loins in menacing, if, commanding 
dominance. My God, it was huge . . . bigger than Nick's . . . and as she 
watched in shocked fascination he grasped it while a licentious grin played 
around his mouth and he began stroking the heavy un-circumcised foreskin 
back and forth over its massive, blood-inflated head. 

"You're looking at it as if you appreciate man-sized cocks," he said, 
smiling and undoubtedly enjoying the degrading torment he was subjecting her 
to. He licked at his dry lips as he watched her paling face, knowing inside 
him that this was part of his satisfaction; the possessive copulating act 
alone was not enough . .. even in rape! He had to savor the visual torments 
of the subjected female groveling for mercy, cringing before his wicked, 
hard cock, pleading in a stream of whimpers for her mercy! He felt his eyes 
burning hotly as he said: "I'll wager that old Nick can't show you anything 
like this, Doll . .. and can you imagine what it's going to feel like when I 
stuff it all up in that soft white belly of yours?" 

Avis reasoned that she must look like a person who had just seen a ghost! 
She knew that her face was contorting stupidly from the fear she felt 
overwhelming her. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She felt frozen against 
the door supporting her, gaping in utter disbelief at this man who was still 
stroking himself lewdly before her. Uncontrollably, her eyes dropped to 
fasten on the huge fleshy instrument he was caressing with his hand. 

Dear God, it was thick! Hardly human! And at least an inch longer than 
Nick's .. . which was actually all she had to go by, wasn't it? God 
almighty! No woman could accommodate such a thing! It would destroy her 
insides . . . split her wide open! Slowly, she raised her eyes to his 
lustful, leering face. My God, was this the same man she had walked into 
this room with? There was no indications of it in his expression . . . and 
suddenly, he was moving toward her . . . ! 

"No! Don't! I'll scream... !" Avis choked through her near-immobilizing 
fear. "I swear I will... !" She emphasized it, knowing full well it was 
useless. He was going to ravish her defenseless body . . . there was no 
escape! 

"I told you to undress, Avis baby . . . but you're being difficult. Who does 
it. . . you, or me?" 

She clung with her back against the door helpless. She was really and truly 
trapped in a situation she had actually imagined, but never realized was 
possible. She was about to be raped! Utterly alone and defenseless . .. 
about to be raped! Like some sort of sensually weird nightmare . . . the 
type that had made her find her own clitoris in the past and tenderly 
manipulate it while she thought of sheiks in the desert, or strong and 
masculine robbers who stole into her room at night and crawled in bed with 
her, forcing their manliness brutally into her chaste but wanting womanhood 
. . . ! 

Well, here it all was . . . and there was nothing Cin-derellic about it at 
that moment! He was reaching out with his big hands, grasping her wrists, 
and with a sudden jerk he hauled her hard against him, cupping her 
frightened face between his palms. Triumphantly, it seemed to her, he 
pressed his moist lips tightly down over hers, thrusting his tongue deep 
into the depths of her mouth, and even reviving some of the sensations that 
had unwantedly crept over her, only to fall dormant in the wake of her 
apprehension. She stood limply against him, feeling the hardness of his 
penis digging hungrily into the soft flesh of her belly. A final urge of 
trying to fight him came and went; there wasn't any way she was capable of 
it without Nick . . . and Nick was too busy with this madman's wife.. . . 

"Yeah . . . that's the way, Chickie," he hissed into her face. "Give 
yourself to it . . . it's going to be better like that ... no fighting .. . 
and in just a second that pretty little cunt of yours will feel as if 
someone set off a ro-man-candle inside it!" 

Avis' mind swam in a sea of incomprehension. She was vaguely aware of his 
hands leaving her face and moving around her body much like tenacles, 
finding the zipper at the back of her dress, and suddenly with one rabid, 
downward jerk she was naked from the waist up. He tugged gently at her hips 
and the cool rush of air soothed her skin as the red mini tumbled around her 
feet. It was then that he dropped to his knees in front of her while she 
swayed unsteadily before him, and she sensed his fingers hooking inside the 
elastic waistband of her skimpy panties, pulling them slowly down over her 
buttocks and hips, letting them drop in the tiny pile at her feet. 

That was it; she was naked! She stood before him like some wanton 
prostitute, listening to him breathe hungrily on his knees in front of her. 
Again, she almost staggered and fell, then his mouth contacted her belly, 
sending a wild chill spiraling through her as she unconsciously reached down 
to lock her hands in his hair. She might better have given him verbal 
license to her vulnerability, for his mouth and swirling tongue moved 
downward over her mound toward the most secret places she possessed! 

She sensed his hot breaths tingling the soft hairs of her loins when his 
face moved closer ... then she felt his hands touch the lips of her pussy, a 
near-raging inferno of confused excitement racing through her as he spread 
her soft blonde pubic hair with a slow outward pressure of his thumbs, 
finally opening the mouth of her cunt and flicking his tongue in a stabbing, 
lizardlike motion up into her. The moist, flowering slit of her womanhood 
opened of its own volition like the petal of a flower to the first kiss of 
the morning sun. 

Ungovernably, Avis jerked from the sudden electrifying contact with the 
sensitive bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backward onto 
the couch he had prepared. Quickly Joe Norman manipulated himself, wedging 
his way between her wildly spread legs, clasping his hot big hands against 
the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and she lay there subjectively, hardly 
knowing what to do next! He was hunched on all fours down between her 
obscenely spread legs, grinning up at her between her firm, upstanding young 
breasts, resembling some sort of maddened sex maniac about to ravish his 
helpless, fear-stricken victim mercilessly. The pink flesh of her naked 
genitals was completely and defenselessly exposed before his leering face 
and she lay frozen to the leather of the couch her humiliation nearly 
overwhelming her as she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in lewd 
anticipation of his next move! 

His big hands that were placed with flat palms against the inner sides of 
her soft, sensitive thighs moved slightly and again she felt his thumbs 
resting on the pouting fleshy flanges of her cunt as with a slow, tormenting 
outward movement he drew the tight, viscidly clinging lips slowly apart to 
expose her tender pink flesh before his evilly lecherous eyes. He watched it 
greedily for a moment, his breathing coming in short, lustful gasps, until 
with an animal-like grunt, he dropped his head and sent the full length of 
his hot, moist tongue darting into the warm, cringing walls of her pussy. 

Avis jerked uncontrollably, a soul-searing moan of shame escaping from deep 
in her throat. Her buttocks responsively ground downward into the leather of 
the cushion in her effort to escape the perverted assault on her near-chaste 
vagina. 

"Ooohhh . .. oh, my God!" she whimpered beneath his depraved attack. She 
raised her head and stared down at him in horrified shock, still refusing to 
believe that the horrible nightmare was actually taking place, but the lurid 
bobbing of his head between her widespread thighs and the wild sensations 
racing through her loins and belly from his lips and tongue destroyed all 
doubt. And in spite of the degradation and revulsion permeating her whole 
being at the despicable act he was committing upon her defenseless genitals, 
the spams of forbidden pleasure rippling through her caused her to lay with 
arms tense at her sides, while her firm rounded breasts jiggled slightly 
from the feverish buffeting her lush body was undergoing. 

Suddenly, his big hands slid up over her flat, silken belly to the full and 
firm flesh of her hardened-nippled breasts, cupping and squeezing the 
resilient mounds almost brutally while his mouth and tongue continued to 
work with fiendish deligence at the velvety pink slit between her legs. 
Damp, obscene sucking sounds filled the room as Avis realized that his eyes 
were fixed sadistically on her shame-contorted face, and she knew he was 
waiting and watching for the moment of her total surrender to this 
scurrilous defilement of both her pride and morals, as well as her rapidly 
betraying body. 

She clenched her small hands into defiant fists, her arms still lying 
helpless and tense against her ribs, her whole vibrant, naked body steeled 
mentally against the perverted abuse he was forcing her to endure. God, if 
only he would stop . . . even for a breath, I might be able to hold out, she 
thought, but he continued to suck insanely at her now self-moistened vaginal 
slit, and she struggled desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the 
.wild, blissful sensations coursing maddeningly through every vein, muscle, 
and cord of her subjected body. 

Vaguely, she remembered that Nick had wanted to kiss her there, but she had 
stopped him, the mere idea immediately repulsive to her and he hadn't 
pressed it, only said something about, "in time, Baby .. . in time ..." God, 
had she ever known that this night lay before her . . . and this debauched 
sadist who was humiliating and degrading her beyond anything she could ever 
have imagined! At least, with Nick there would have been love ... and oh, 
how she did love him! If only she hadn't tried to defy him and remained in 
the bedroom where he'd left her ... he had known what he was doing all right 
. .. and here she lay helpless and naked, without any way of calling for him 
.. . while he made obscene love to that wanton bitch right in the next room 
. . . ! Oh, God . .. she had never felt so alone, so utterly deserted in her 
entire young lifetime! 

Chapter 11 

Nick's brain whirled in a half-drunken state of salacious lust, while he 
watched the orgy on the bed over the rocking shoulder of Claire Norman who 
was straining wantonly as she rode up and down his iron-hard prick to finish 
it. The goddamned troilism had become a foursome, with Bill Decker joining 
in to bury his hefty cock in Kitten's needing young cunt. The teen-ager had 
given up mouthing Barbara's pussy to devote her whole effort to Decker's 
plunging shaft, throwing her legs up high over his shoulders as he lay on 
top of her, ramming his glistening, husky cock its full length into the 
depths of her soft, plump belly. Meanwhile, both Barb and Snow had joined in 
the task of bringing the cute young bride to her first orgasm, with Snow 
sucking on one of her tits and massaging the other, while the attractive 
redhead laved her tongue over the sensitive white flesh of Kitten's outer 
thigh and hip, at the same time finger-fucking the moaning girl's completely 
exposed rectum. 

Shit, it was the wildest, most lust-inciting thing Nick had ever witnessed, 
and it was apparent that this was one time in her life when Kitten was going 
to make it ... and any goddamned minute, too! She had begun to whimper, her 
soft fleshy body falling into a series of spasmodic tremors . . . and then 
Bill Decker cursed loudly.... 

"Christ almighty! I ... I'm going to cum! Yeah . . . now .. . noowwwwww ... 
!" 

"Oohhh .. . ooohhhhhhhh . .. i-it's hap-happening .. . oh, my God . . . 
ooohhhhhh, I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg, tooooooo... I" Kitten wailed, just as 
Nick heard Claire grunt loudly, and he felt the violence of his own climax 
churn in his balls, then explode deep up inside the tight lubricious 
confines of her hot, educated eunt, shooting its seething, fiery sperm deep 
into her grasping channel! 

Both of their bodies quivered in their ecstatic tension, their emissions 
blending in the hot, milking core of Claire's cuntal sheath, until she 
finally collapsed down upon him with a great sigh of release, her mouth 
finding his in a moist kiss of gratitude. She climbed off of him then and 
Nick stuffed his damp, deflating prick inside his pants, a sense of disgust 
rapidly washing through him. Christ, what the hell was he thinking of 
anyway, letting himself get roped into this fuck-meet? Avis would go ape if 
she ever guessed what he was doing . . . but then, on the other hand, he 
didn't know what else he could have done. Playing their game was the only 
way he had reasoned of possibly ferreting out the truth .. . and where the 
hell was Norman, anyway? He hadn't seen him since he'd first walked in ...
 and he had no idea where his office was supposed to be. Even if he had, 
what was his next step going to be ... ? 

"I'll get us a drink, Lover," Claire was saying. "Then, if you want, we can 
go to our apartment for some nice quiet loving. Sound inviting?" 

Nick swallowed tightly. Shit, she had to be a nym-pho! He forced a little 
grin, not quite nodding his head in agreement, but just misleading her, 
while in the back of his mind he wondered if Avis had fallen asleep yet. 
Damn, he hoped so.... * * * Joe Norman was exulting in his conquest. She was 
all and more than he had imagined her to be! Her delicious, velvety cunt was 
like a baby's mouth filled with honey, hardly any bigger . .. even to the 
point of reluctantly sucking back at his tongue as he slithered it deep up 
into the throat of her tight little vaginal passage. Damn, what a gorgeous 
bitch she was! 

His eyes remained fixed on her lovely, contorting face as he unceasingly 
continued the moral-destroying thrusts of his tongue up into her dilated 
channel. Tears dribbled from her near-vanquished eyes, dampening her satiny 
cheeks, and he watched this with ruthless and carnal satisfaction. His cock 
throbbed in a near-painful swollen hardness as he ground it into the 
sweating leather beneath him. Fight it, you little bitch, he thought! Fight 
it with everything you've got, because when you break it'll be a spectacular 
.. . one sweet fucking spectacular! 

Abruptly, his nibbling lips explored and probed until he found the erect 
pulsing button of her clitoris. He heard her sharp whine of convulsive 
pleasure as he took the tiny palpitating bud gently between his teeth, and 
holding it tightly, swirled his tongue around and around it in ever 
decreasing circles, finally spearing it while she gasped and jerked 
uncontrollably, until at last he opened his mouth wider, almost encompassing 
the whole of her flowered-open pink split and moved his tongue downward 
through the moistened raw flesh to the heated, throbbing hole of her vagina. 

Now, her head began to flail more helplessly from side to side, and as he 
continued his teasing tongue-fucking, sliding his long hot member up into 
her open, yet clasping vaginal sheath, he listened to new whimpering and 
mewling sounds. She was ready for more, and he lifted her now unresisting 
legs upward, placing his big hands behind her knees to force them back 
against her heaving breasts, holding her in that position so that the entire 
enchanting panorama of her blonde widespread cuntal split and helplessly 
stretched buttocks were completely and vulnerably exposed before him. 

At first, her whimpers were repetitive of her degraded shame, but then they 
changed to tiny cries of involuntary pleasure, filling the small room with 
their sighing depths as he swirled his tongue deeper and deeper into the 
seething liquid cunt mouth between her full white thighs. She was reaching 
.. . reaching jerkily for him! His brain soared! She was arriving . . . 
arriving beautifully! He watched her small delicate hands lose a hopeless 
battle to one another and at last reach, at first hesitantly, down to lewdly 
entangle in his hair, endeavoring hungrily to pull his face tighter and 
tighter into her excited pussy. 

Bitch! He had her! She was all his now! All! Entirely his to play with, to 
subjugate and torment, to destroy and fuck . .. however the mood took him! 
She was gone . . . lost! 

Avis knew only too well that her passion-incited body had deserted her. In 
fact, it had deserted her the moment he had plunged his moist teasing tongue 
into the sensitive opening of her vagina, hadn't it! Oh, God, she could no 
longer think straight .. . not now . .. maybe not ever again! She felt her 
buttocks writhe and spasm involuntarily beneath his raping tongue that was 
causing unbelievable erotic jolts of never-before sensations to surge 
through her entire soft, young body. . . . 

And then, suddenly, she felt his lingual member flick from her tingling 
vagina downward toward the intimate, tiny puckered hole of her anus! She 
wanted to scream ... ! But instead, she moaned loudly in rapture at the 
surprising, moist seething contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with the 
forbidden sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked wildly at her 
now saliva-glistening lips as impossible sensuous delight raced wildly over 
her trembling, silken flesh. 

Automatically, she made a feeble pleading: "Oooohhhh ... oohhh, don't ... my 
God . . . please. . . !" even as her traitorous hips writhed lewdly and 
tried to screw her tormented, if delighted rectum back onto the stiffened 
tip of his hot, probing tongue. 

Norman chuckled triumphantly and she opened her eyes as he thrust against 
the throbbing little orifice, gooseflesh raising on her quaking belly and 
firm, heaving breasts. 

"Ooohhhhh," she continued to moan, dropping her head back and letting it 
toss from side to side, her humiliation and degradation still alive inside 
her, even as her lush, rounded buttocks squirmed ungovernably at the 
heavenly unsought sensations pervading her whole being. 

"Oh, God . .. oh, God ..." she whimpered on, raising her head yet again to 
gape dazedly down at his leering face between her thighs. "Oohhh .. . God, 
what are you doing to meeee!" she gasped almost indistinctly, the appalling 
fact that she had absolutely no control over herself any longer sweeping 
through her mind with the force of a tidal wave, instigating deep sobs of 
shame-filled abasement from the very roots of her very soul. "Oh . .. oh, 
dear God .. . why didn't I listen to him . . . ? He was right . .. Nick was 
right! You-You're an animal . . . ! You probably did do it! You're that 
depraved . . . perverted! Oh, God ... !" 

At first, Joe Norman didn't try to make sense out of her mutterings, only 
licked on at her hungrily squirming vagina, while her voluptuous, naked body 
quivered uncontrollably beneath his overpowering oral assault at the raw 
nerve ends of her small, pulsating cunt, her teeth clenched and her fists 
snagged in his hair, completely lost to the wanton and furious spasms of 
sensual bliss seizing charge over her lust-incited being. 

And then, it struck him what she had said! He bolted upright to his knees, 
glaring down at her in wide-eyed apprehension, his lips and lower face 
glistening with the moisture from her openly flowing cunt, while Avis stared 
up at him through desire-glazed eyes, her breasts and belly rising and 
falling in her still-building passion, the expression of disappointment 
creeping over her lovely face at his pause beyond her power or control. 

"Oh . . . oh, please . . . don't stop now .. . ?" she heard herself beg 
shamelessly, while the insane sensations continued to gnaw and churn 
torturously in her belly and suddenly neglected cunt. 

"What the fuck did you say, bitch?" he spat down at her. "I probably did 
what? Answer me, damn you, or I'll slap you silly ... !" 

A bolt of fear shocked Avis partially to her senses as she read the abrupt 
enraged expression twisting his face, along with the almost-cornered animal 
gleam firing his dark, evil eyes. He crawled up over her, straddling her 
belly, his big hands raised as if to beat her. 

"No, no, please don't... !" she pleaded, shielding her own hands and arms 
protectively over her breasts and face. 

"You goddamned slut!" he cursed vilely. "You were talking about her, weren't 
you . . . that little impish cock-tease? Don't lie to me! It was her you 
meant!" He gaped down at Avis, his eyes darting back and forth wildly. "Who 
are you, cunt.. . ? And who is that bastard out there pretending to be your 
husband . . . fuzz? Is that what you are?" He didn't wait for her answer, 
obviously convinced that he'd uncovered their secret. "Sure, what else? It 
was all a trick . . . you being locked in the bedroom . .. the whole fucking 
bit ... a well-planned scheme to trap old Joe Norman . . . ! You goddamned 
slut-cunt!" he snarled, losing his temper and raining a series of 
open-handed slaps across her breasts and face, while Avis cried out 
helplessly beneath the brutal attack. 

Then, he was off of her and standing beside the sofa, pointing a menacing 
finger down into her face. "Don't you make one little move, bitch, or so 
help me, I'll kill you where you lay! Because your little scheme has 
backfired, you see . . . and before I'm finished with you and that 
pig-husband of yours tonight, you'll wish you never saw Norman Heights ... 
!" 

Nick had watched Bill Decker stumble from the bed in the wake of his and 
Kitten's wild session, while another male crawled between the young girl's 
trembling though receptive legs to give her another charge, but he was 
somewhat surprised when Claire, who was still at the bar getting their 
drinks, handed the tall, husky, naked young man the telephone. Nick didn't 
know why it should bother him, but it did .. . and then Decker and Claire 
were talking together; in fact, he thought they even looked over at him.... 

Finally, Claire came toward him carrying two more pernods and water, her 
sparkling smile immediately disarming him, and he paid little attention when 
Decker singled out the ugly, barrel-chested Barney Davis, husband of the 
teen-aged Kitten he had just been fucking, and who was now getting it again 
in the center of the room, while Barbara and Snow lewdly assisted once more. 
Christ, Nick thought, the friggin' place was a three-ringed Roman Circus . 
.. ! 

"Here, Darling," Claire said, handing him one of the glasses and dropping 
down beside him. "Oh, by the way, Joe just called from his office. He wants 
you to come back .. . wants to talk to you about something financial, he 
said." She winked at him. "Remember, I told you that my Daddy takes good 
care of his baby's lovers." 

Nick grinned back at her. "Seems that you might be right," he said, mentally 
contemplating her message and deciding that this might be the break he'd 
been hoping for. "You said back . .. back where?" 

"Oh .. . you go down that little hallway over there, Honey. You can't miss 
it," she said. "Just knock; he's expecting you ... and I'll be waiting here 
for you . .. anxiously." 

Nick stood, finally remembering to zipper up his fly, which raised a little 
titter from Claire; then, with a grin, he walked toward the small hallway. 
.. . * * * Avis lay deathly still, not daring to move even as the knock 
sounded on the door and Joe let in the two men, Bill Decker and Barney 
Davis, both of whom she had met on the night of her and Nick's arrival. The 
fact that Bill Decker was stark naked hardly shocked her; it was Barney 
Davis, Kitten's ugly young husband, who, dressed, looked weirdly out of 
place. Dear God, her sense of values were rapidly growing as debauched as 
was her defiled young body! She couldn't help glancing directly at the tall, 
husky young man's naked genitals, the length of his limp penis causing 
limited revival of the libidinous sensations that had wholly possessed her 
not minutes before, and as she stared she saw it jerk lustfully and realized 
that he was gaping down at her nakedly spread body. 

"Christ!" Bill Decker gasped. "What a delicious little bitch she is!" He 
felt his heavy cock reacting to the stimulating display, even in the 
exhausting wake of the fuck he had just thrown into Kitten. 

"Never mind her . . . yet," Joe Norman ordered, his own lengthy and thick 
hardened prick still poling out viciously from his hairy loins, its heavy 
foreskin half-skinned back, revealing the purplish, bloated head. "First, 
where's that sonofabitch, Belyal?" 

"On his way," Decker replied as Avis covered her face with her hands and he 
stared at her magnificent pink-tipped breasts, slowly letting his eyes rake 
over her curvaceous nakedness and locking on the moist pink split separating 
the silkenlike, sparse blonde hair covering her vaginal mound. And as he 
gaped, she tried to hide herself by pressing her full white thighs tight 
together shamefully. "I told Claire to tell him you wanted to see him. She 
didn't suspect anything. . .. Jesus Christ, Joe! Have you fucked this cunt 
yet?" 

Norman grinned at him, then down at Avis. "I was just getting to that when 
the bitch let the cat out of the bag," he said. "So . . . now I'll take up 
where I left off. You two get on either side of the door. When he knocks, 
you open it, Barney, and Bill will take him from behind. .. . You sure 
Claire doesn't suspect anything? I don't want her to know from nothing.. .." 

"I tell you, it's okay, Joe ... I did it like you said," Decker insisted. 

Norman grunted and nodded his head. "All right ... there's some rope in that 
closet over there. Tie the prick up and we'll let him watch the little party 
we're going to have with his sweet wife here ... or whatever the fuck she is 
to him...." 

Avis still lay with her small hands covering her face, frozen now in abject 
terror as Joe Norman's terrifying words drifted down to her. Dear God, what 
had she done? Ooohhh . . . and now Nick was going to see her this way . .. 
naked and debased by other men before his very eyes! Her brain reeled, a 
sudden electriclike jolt rippling through her as she felt a coarse hand 
touching her breast in exploring fashion and she jerked her own from her 
face, opening her eyes wide to stare up into the oafish face of Barney 
Davis. Joe Norman chuckled lewdly and out of the corner of her eye she could 
see Bill Decker's heavy, long cock lifting and swelling into a horizontal 
hardness. 

"Fuck, I ain't ever seen such nice titties!" Barney gasped, his rough hand 
squeezing and kneading her breast experimentally, while his small beady eyes 
shone with a lascivious glint, the front of his pants beginning to bulge 
with meaning. 

"Okay, that's enough for now," Norman said. "Get over by the door while I go 
back to work on this sweet-tasting little pussy. I want Belyal to get the 
shock of his fucking life when he walks in ... and once we're through with 
this bitch, then they'll both get one last jolt. . . one they'll never 
remember." 

Barney turned to read his boss's expression, finally breaking into a 
half-stupid, but understanding grin; he walked over by the door where Bill 
Decker joined him, both watching the older man move back toward where Avis 
lay fearfully sprawled on the leather bedlike sofa, her thighs still tightly 
closed, her beautiful green eyes staring in undeniable horror. 

"Come on, cunt ... spread 'em open for daddy!" Norman commanded luridly, 
lowering himself and forcing her knees apart with his strong hands. 

"Oh ... oh please, no .. . don't do that again . .. ?" Avis whimpered 
weakly, tears bursting from her eyes as she tried vainly to struggle against 
him, but it was useless and she watched him wedge himself between her legs 
once more, his evil face hovering above her still-moist, tingling genitals, 
that licentious grin distorting his features again. "Ooooohhhhh . . . !" 

Instantaneously, Avis sensed the wild firelike sensations that had fallen 
almost dormant in her belly and loins leap back into being as the terrible 
monster curled his hot, moist tongue up through her helplessly exposed cunt, 
immediately dwelling on her tiny clitoris and returning it to its erect 
state, while at the same time he thrust his long, thick middle finger up 
into her still-dilated vagina and began a swirling, rotating action there. 
She gasped a guttural sound as the unwanted sensuous bliss he was causing 
her began to overwhelmingly take command of her unprotected body once more, 
and of their own volition her small hands returned to entangle in his hair. 

"Christ!" Bill Decker exclaimed, grasping hold of his own throbbing prick 
and beginning to subconsciously stroke it. "What a hot fucking broad she 
is!" 

"Yeah ..." Barney mumbled, rubbing his caloused hand over the bulge of his 
pants. "I swear ... I ain't ever seen tits like she's got... !" 

It was no use, Avis realized vaguely, she couldn't fight the captivating 
enchantment that his wicked mouthing of her inhumanly tormented pussy was 
causing her. Just as before, she was losing her mind to all reason, and now 
she no longer wanted to fight the fervent, building passion rising wildly 
inside her . . . only to satisfy it! 

"Oooohhhh .. . ooooohhhhhhh . . . y-yes ... yes! Do it! Lick it .. . suck 
it!" she hissed wantonly down at him, her now shamelessly aroused flesh 
quivering and jerking beneath his hot tongue and plunging finger. She raised 
her loins to him wantingly, offering her moist squirming genitals to do with 
what he would. With hands clutching in his hair, she moaned out deeply from 
the depths of her soul, shame, degradation, morals, pride, even her darling 
Nick ... all escaping her mesmerized brain as she tried to pull his sucking 
mouth tighter into the throbbing cuntal opening between her widespread, 
trembling white thighs, while the maddening throes of hedonistic rapture 
captured complete possession of her. 

She hardly heard or understood the commotion at Nick's entry into the room, 
and could only gaze at his horrified face through glazed, desire-filled 
eyes, as nebulously she reasoned that the others had made a prisoner of him. 
But nothing mattered . .. nothing else in the whole world except the 
tremendous mountain of sweet pleasure building inside her from the delicious 
and heavenly oral ministrations this terrible . .. beautiful brute was 
committing at the palpitating mouth of her insanely tingling cunt. 

Joe Norman couldn't hold back his own sadistic grin of elation when he saw 
Decker and Davis pinioning Nick Belyal, and he continued to slither his long 
curling tongue deep up into the hot clasping channel of her receptive pussy, 
watching the hate-distorted expression of shocked rage blanching the 
pig-bastard's face as Avis thrust her tormented loins harder up against his 
mouth in total submission. Fuck, it couldn't have come off better had he 
planned it! Wicked sensations of sa-tyrical lust ripped through him at the 
thoughts of the ultimate satisfaction he was going to revel in this night! 
Play stupid fink-cop games with Joe Norman would they? Fuck, he'd been 
weaned on the pig-pricks, and they were going to know all about that in the 
next few hours! 

"You ... you dirty, lousy sonofabitch, Norman!" Nick spat at him as Billy 
and Davis each held an arm, making him completely immobile. "Let her go, 
damn you! Do whatever you want to me, but leave her alone ... !" 

"Hey, man, he likes that tender cunt!" Bill Decker hissed into his ear. "In 
fact, we all like it, eh? Now why don't you just calm down and watch the 
show . . . it's going to be a winner. . . ." 

Nick tried to struggle at the other's taunting, but they held him fast. They 
were both strong men and he was no match for the two of them. He gaped in 
utter disbelief at Avis's obscenely spread-open, naked body beneath the 
salacious attack of Joe Norman with his lecherous face buried in her eager 
cunt ... and all the time he had felt certain she was locked into their 
bedroom! Jesus Christ! What the hell had happened? But more than that, how 
was he going to get them ... at least, her, out of there? God almighty, by 
the expression of ecstasy on her face, she'd probably fight him too! 

Joe Norman luxuriated in the obvious mental agony he was choking down Nick 
Belyal's throat. The wispy golden hairs fringing his wife's ... or whoever 
she was ... flushed, swollen flanges of her quivering cunt lips teased at 
the tip of his nose and titillated his cheeks as she began to undulate her 
lush ass cheeks in a responding, passionate rhythm, while the twisting 
grimaces of her beautiful face reflected the sensuous world of rapture she 
had slipped into. She was broken completely to his will, beyond the point of 
return, and he goddamned sure intended to extract the fullest of erotic 
benefits from her spectacular, hot writhing young body before he was through 
with her, or the fuck-headed husband either! 

In a minute he was going to shove his aching cock deep into that warm, 
squirming white belly while Belyal watched, shooting his load of hot jism 
into the very depths of her tight, clasping pussy .. . until she screamed in 
delight and Belyal moaned in misery! Shit, that was going to be the ultimate 
. . . sort of like a reprisal against every cop who had ever harassed him 
... or ever lived! The lousy pig-fink prick! He had to be out of his 
childish mind to think he could walk into this bailiwick and score ... 
unless there was more behind it than he had figured. . .. 

"You dirty rotten bastard, Norman!" Nick cursed him as they tied his hands 
behind him, then pushed him to the floor to finish the job, securing his 
feet and drawing them up so that hands and feet were bound tightly .. . 
except that he had expanded his wrists and could only hope he might be able 
to twist and manipulate them. "You did kill her, didn't you . . . that poor 
little girl who came to look at the MG! You raped and murdered her there on 
the beach ... !" 

Joe Norman sat up suddenly, twisting to look at Nick as Avis groaned aloud 
at his sudden inaction at her seething loins. She whimpered and reached for 
him, but he pushed her away, and she began to flail her head tormentedly, 
moving her slender hand down between her soft thighs to caress the button of 
her clitoris needfully. 

"So ... you cop-bastard! That is why you're here, isn't it!" Norman spat at 
him. 

"She was my wife, you warped pervert!" Nick blurted, not really meaning to, 
and sorry immediately. "And . . . and you killed her!" 

"I see . . . and what does that make this little gem ... another cop?" 
Norman replied with a question, grinning and pleased with himself. He'd made 
the slob spill his guts without even trying. "So . . . that cock-tease 
belonged to you? Well . . . she got what she had coming, brother! She was a 
pro prick agitator . . . but that day she fired the wrong cock . . . know 
what I mean?" 

"She was just a child, you bastard!" Nick snarled, struggling with his hands 
behind him. "You tore her apart with your ugly, animal cock, goddamn you ... 
and I'll kill you for it!" 

Norman chuckled. "I doubt that you'll manage much killing, Belyal, being as 
how you and this delicious cunt will be dead yourselves when we're finished 
with you! All the same, I like spunk in a man . .. and I thought you might 
appreciate watching us take your delicate doll, especially seeing as how we 
watched you and Claire together. I might add that your Avis was just a 
trifle upset when she saw Claire parachuting up and down on your cock . . . 
but it helped me bring her around ... see?" 

Nick cringed as he saw the admitted murderer of his Cathy twist about and 
place his hand between Avis's thighs, extending a finger to slip up into her 
pink, lu-bricious cunt while the sonofabitch grinned at him and Avis began 
to writhe excitedly on the sofa. 

"You see, fuckhead? She's all gone," Norman gloated. "Touch her cunt and she 
takes right off... ." 

"Listen . . . listen, Norman, leave her alone . .. please?" Nick tried. 
"Okay, okay, so you've got me, eh? I'm the one! She's here because I asked 
her to help me, but she has nothing to do with this.. . . Look, do one nice 
thing in your life ... let her go .. . take it out on me! I'm the guy ... !" 

"She has plenty to do with it now," Joe Norman said with a lickerish smirk. 
"Christ man, have you examined the body on this delectable morsel? Fuck is 
the secret word, eh? And besides that, she knows too much. . .." 

"You're making a mistake, Norman!" 

"I don't make mistakes, pig! You do!" 

"You ... you rotten bastard!" 

Joe Norman laughed. He looked at his cohorts. "Okay boys ... get ready. It's 
time for Mr. Belyal's big show . .. and listen, Barney, lay that goddamned 
gun the other side of the desk away from that prick. I want to be certain 
that he sweats this fuck-match ... !" 

Bill Decker had propped Nick up with his back against a chair so that he was 
forced to watch at eye level Avis's absolutely fiendish defilement. 
Helplessly, he stared at her beautiful moaning and writhing, desire-incited 
body as she whimpered beggingly when Norman deserted her unsatiated, 
tormented pussy, raising to his knees and giving orders to both of his 
henchmen. Fuming rage along with empty-bellied despair tore at Nick as he 
realized his utter inability to assist her; he had introduced her into this 
hellish situation and now he was witnessing the culmination of his worst 
fears . . . that he would not be able to help her if something went wrong . 
.. and somehow it damn sure had! Christ, he didn't know how, but that made 
damned little difference now . . . with that filthy pervert tongue-fucking 
her excited, naked cunt, and obviously planning worse . .. ! 

"Watch this, Belyal!" Norman said, grinning licentiously over at where he 
sat securely bound. "I don't want you to miss one second of it when I wedge 
my cock into her tight little cunt." 

Nick swallowed tightly, the bitter words of reprisal he was forming in his 
brain suddenly choking in his throat as tie watched the broad-shouldered 
murderer of his wife crawl up over Avis, his long and thick cock wavering 
like a wagon-tongue. 

Joe Norman had waited as long as he could without fucking her. His prick 
jerked and throbbed as if it had been whipped with a handful of hickory 
branches. The delightful bitch in under him whimpered and made some attempt 
to move her legs preventatively; he grasped them behind the knees, lifting 
them as he saddled himself comfortably between her full white thighs, 
thrusting their shapely loveliness back until her knees touched her 
shoulders. Then, his rigid, pulsing cockhead was brushing teasingly against 
the dampness of her sparse, gilded hairs. He splayed his hands beside her 
shoulders, raising himself slightly to a better advantage, forcing her legs 
up and back even further, until her ankles were locked behind his neck. 
Then, he looked down between their bodies and saw the enchantment of her 
upturned ivory-white buttocks completely presented to him. 

Shit, what a spine-shattering sight it must make to Belyal, he mused 
triumphantly. Her expanded narrow cunt slit was visibly twitching its 
swollen lips anxiously, the moist pink crevice held wide open by the 
pressure of his thighs tightly pressed outward against her stretched full 
buttocks. 

Avis couldn't distinguish the face hovering over her through her 
passion-dimmed eyes. Words had faded to unintelligible sounds; only 
animalistic values seemed of importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness 
of his hard shaft lying insinuated in the full length of her open, quivering 
split. The jerking chunky head seemed to rise and fall in a little sawing 
motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips toward it, her 
needing vagina searching hungrily for its rigid, blood-filled tip. 

God! She had to have it! Her belly screamed for it! Nick . . . Nick ... o o 
o hhhhh ... you've got to understand .. . ! 

She groped in near panic, her hands finding their way up over her soft 
thighs and behind the rounded, full cheeks of her widespread bottom to grasp 
the length of his stone-hard rod. At first, her brow knitted as her fingers 
tried to encircle it, its fleshy massiveness causing a vague, awesome 
concern in her dazed brain, but then she was holding it tightly inside both 
small hands, her mind blank to all else but the loving caresses she was 
administering to it in near reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms 
against her soft palms, and the viscid secretion that oozed in driblets from 
the lust-bloated head. Automatically, she guided and manipulated it up and 
down between the spread lips of her moist cunt, sometimes brushing the 
stretched trembling moons of her ass, but never letting it lose contact with 
her hot flesh, adjusting it finally within the ravenously lubricated, 
hair-lined flanges at the tiny sucking mouth of her craving vagina. She held 
it in place with one hand and clutched at his back with the other, pulling 
with all her strength in her effort to force it into her and let it quell 
the gnawing, seething heat burning madly in her loins and belly. 

Nick watched the obscene performance in agonized horror, refusing to believe 
that the wanton actions taking place before his straining eyes could be 
those of his beautiful, proper Avis. But they were! Christ almighty ... yes, 
they were! Norman had done something to her ... fed her some goddamned thing 
that had turned her on like an animal! She wasn't to blame, but that was 
small consolation at the moment, the way the bastard was taunting her with 
his vicious cock while she squirmed and whimpered beneath him. 

Shit, he had to try and do something! He worked at the ropes wrapped tightly 
around his wrists, feeling them tearing at his flesh as he strained futilely 
against them. But it was the one feeble hope he had, and he had to keep 
trying. Davis had stripped, unleashing a stubby fat cock that was as hard 
and menacing as either Decker's or Norman's, and both punks had moved in 
close to the sofa to watch their boss's brutal rape tactics on Avis's 
voluptuous, unprotected body, ignoring him momentarily. . . . 

Avis winced as she felt the tight, flushed lips around her throbbing channel 
forced open. Its elastic-rimmed snugness resisted for a moment, then gave 
before the harsh, brutal, inching pressure of his great cock. The 
spontaneous agony shattered her for long seconds and she endeavored to 
resist mechanically, squealing out a throaty wail. 

Joe Norman reveled in that, as did the two looking on with gaping, 
lust-brimmed expressions, their fiery-knobbed, stiffened pricks jutting out 
from their hairy crotches covetously. Then Norman thrust again, excitedly 
listening for her deeper cries of agony. Christ! The gorgeous bitch, he 
thought! He wanted to hear her scream for mercy the way the impish 
cock-tease had, and he wanted Belyal to hear her, too! This time, he rammed 
forward with everything he had, sinking his merciless cock all the way to 
his pelvis! He felt his balls whap solidly against her twitching anus as the 
breath "oomphed" out of her and she desperately ground her defenseless 
squirming buttocks down hard into the leather beneath, attempting to escape 
the cruel, sudden impalement. Then, she screamed, freeing her pinioned legs 
to jerk out wide on either side of him, splaying in wild motions as they 
kicked uselessly in the air. 

Nick cursed aloud, raging hate and helpless pity making strange companions 
inside his brain as he heard Avis choke, "Ooohhhh . .. dear God . .. no . . 
. no, please don't... !" Her naked, soft body was pinned obscenely to the 
wide sofa as though speared there by a jousting lance, and again he tore 
frantically at the ropes binding his already bloodied wrists. .. . 

To Avis, even in her Pernod-dulled brain, it seemed with her slightest move 
the huge prickhead burrowed deeper into her. The outstretched arms of the 
horrible brute above her were holding her tightly to the cushions, while his 
widespread knees kept her thighs split apart to their fullest extent. She'd 
had no idea it could bring her such pain. 

She was certain her genitals were being ripped open from his giant cock 
imbedded so deep in the tiny sheath of her channel. The searing, polelike 
shaft felt as though it might burst into her throat from beneath, while its 
bloated knob thrust hard against her cervix, rocking her head as if it were 
hinged to her neck. 

Joe Norman watched her excitedly from above, a lascivious grin stretching 
his saliva-coated lips. Bitch, he thought, that's it, fight it! His brain 
reeled in half-crazed lust. Fight it, cunt! That's what he liked to see .. . 
when they struggled! Fight . .. fight! Her face was still contorted from his 
first vicious stab into her. He grinned in lewd fascination as her lips 
curled back from her pretty white teeth, incoherent, pleading whimpers 
gurgling from her throat. Jesus, he hoped that Belyal was getting the full 
benefit of it all! Her arms were thrust forward, small, feeble hands placed 
against his hips in her attempt to hold back the blunt, hard cockhead 
pressing against her womb like a great heavy stone. 

"Oh, Christ...!" Nick moaned aloud. He didn't know how much longer he could 
bear watching her torturous rape, nor what in God's name he'd do except lose 
his goddamned wits entirely if something didn't happen soon. Claire seemed 
their only hope, but certainly no one he could count on. He didn't know why, 
but he doubted that she actually knew the true animal character of this 
bastard she lived with. She unquestionably saw only his sexual prowess and 
money, being the nympho that she was, and mistook those for love. He 
couldn't believe that she knew anything about Cathy's murder; she was a love 
machine, but never a ruthless or heartless individual... . 

Suddenly, from his eye-level view, Nick could plainly see Norman's black 
pubic hair entangled tightly with Avis's silken, lighter strands, a 
half-inch of his thick, long cock barely protruding from its submerged 
depths in her pink, stretched passage ... the very same secret canal that 
the evil bastard had licked and sucked tormentingly to moist, 
mind-destroying re-ceptiveness only moments before. Nick could see her 
tight, slightly bruised cunt lips expanded almost to the ripping point, the 
soft outer coral rim clasping tightly like a band of elastic around the 
white-skinned base of his filthy prick. . . . 

Avis squirmed helplessly beneath him. All sense of mental balance had 
forsaken her. Her brain was a maze of tortured thoughts, and she couldn't 
apply what thinking capacities she had rationally .. . except that she knew 
Nick was there someplace, but they had made a prisoner of him, and there was 
no way that he could save them alone ... she would have to help ... but how 
. .. how.. . ? If .. . if she could only concentrate on something besides 
the immediate monstrosity stuffing her passage and belly! Dear God, it was 
untold horror! She could feel the searing hot pain of his brutal entry still 
tearing cruelly at her insides. 

She flexed her inner, lower torso muscles that controlled her genitals in an 
attempt to hold back the thick and long invading cudgel, but the throb of 
her internal sinews, she realized too late, only seemed to incite the vile 
thing, and it plowed seemingly deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting 
channel. She felt the cringing walls of her cunt clasp around it like a 
strangling hand, its every fleshy ridge and wrinkle being transmitted to her 
brain in its lust-probing quest. God .. . God almighty ... It's alive inside 
me! The hard, spongy tip was pressing relentlessly against her cervix, the 
thin layer of flesh along its great length registering in her brain . .. and 
the tickling hairs of his balls resting tightly in the smooth crevice of her 
ass ... all were suddenly a part of her! She tossed her head as if to fight 
off the hypnotic spell. But, in fact, she had become one with it .. . with 
him ... and in spite of her pain, her tongue snaked out lasciviously and 
began an erotic licking at her full lush lips. 

Then, abruptly, the pungent odor of their union stung her flaring nostrils 
carnally. Again, her delicate and beautiful nostrils flared as the throbbing 
cock burrowed even deeper into her soft, unschooled belly. 

Oh, Lord . . . oh, God! There .. . there had never been anything like this 
before . .. not even in her wildest imagination! Suddenly, she wished she 
could die with it there inside her! This was . . . had to be ... it! This 
moment! Her pussy was contracting spontaneously of its own volition, while 
the licentious thoughts began to race out of control through her befogged 
brain .. . ! 

Norman sensed the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his aching rod, 
the very sensations he'd been hoping for, and now he hung motionless above 
her supine form, waiting until she became fully accustomed to his bulky 
presence entombed in her hot cunt. This was going to be a spectacular, all 
right, with Belyal watching, and he wanted to be sure nothing would go 
wrong. He knew his women ... or was it their cunts? Chuckling, he looked 
over at Nick whose bound body and horrified face depicted the thoughts 
permeating his brain. Then, he glanced up at Decker and Davis. 

"You bastards ever see anything like this ... so tender ... so hot?" he 
leered. 

"Shit, boss, she's beautiful!" Barney exclaimed, open-mouthed, his stubby 
prick in his hand. "I never saw tits like hers! Imagine a broad like her 
sucking you . .. ?" 

Norman laughed goatishly and Bill Decker said: "Christ, she's prime, all 
right, Joe! I could eat her from her toes up . . . then fuck that ass all 
night!" 

Joe Norman shook his head. "You stupid bastards . . . she's next to virgin 
pure ... like a diamond in the rough! But I know what you both mean . . . 
and hang tight just a minute or two . . . maybe we'll make some dreams come 
true for you . .. !" 

Chapter 12 

"Ooooohhhhh," Avis whimpered through bared teeth, still confused by the thin 
line separating pain from pleasure, while Nick watched in helpless 
frustration. 

From his propped-up position, he could plainly see Norman's lean, hairy 
buttocks tense and relax, and he knew that the sonofabitch was taunting her 
by flexing his heavy cock where it lay buried in her lovely white belly, 
until finally her whimpers faded into tiny mewls of obvious desire. This 
time, he had reached her with his massive prick; to his dismay, Nick watched 
her lush, satiny ass-cheeks respond in kind, eventually establishing a 
cadence between them, her nostrils beating a flaring action to the tempo. 
Christ, she was all gone now . . . ! 

"Oooohhhh ... oooohhhhh . . . yes .. . yeesss . . . yeeesssssss!" she 
moaned, while Joe Norman sensed the answering throbs of her vaginal walls 
wrapped around the length of his cock. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat had 
begun a soft opening-closing as it swallowed and sucked like another mouth 
at the pulsing head of his shaft. He lowered his damp lips to hers and her 
whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly 
up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with complete 
abandon far into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came 
in torrents from the depths of her chest, her beautiful face contorting in 
ecstatic desire, her mouth gasping, her neck straining as a light sweat 
broke out on her forehead beneath her now disheveled, long golden hair. 

He pulled his lips away and her head began to loll from side to side in her 
lust-glazed state, her hips moving into an anxious rolling motion under his 
impaling, husky prick, while her eager cunt nibbled and screwed itself up 
tighter against his hair-covered pelvis. 

The pain had left her, Avis reasoned nebulously. In its place a maddening 
electriclike tingle had burst into being within her loins and raced 
relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled 
through her cunt and out its fleece-lined lips, coursing like wild little 
imps of hell across her ivory-white thighs to the full length of her legs 
and about her toes as she curled them tightly to the soles of her feet. It 
shot from her contracting belly insanely through her ribeage and out the 
swollen tips of her cherrylike, palpitating nipples .. . ! 

"Oh ... oh, God! Fuck me! Please fuck me?" she rasped passionately. "Now ... 
now! I've got to have it ... please ... don't torture me any more . .. ?" 

Nick swore violently, his own prick giving a wild lurch toward hardness 
inside his pants from the effect of the obscene exclamations spewing from 
her beautiful red lips. Unwanted fermentations of lust boiled through him as 
he gaped at the horrifying spectacle, and he watched Norman begin to move 
his heavy cock in and out of her, even as he rolled over onto his back, 
holding tight to her and lifting her like a child until she was astraddle of 
him and riding of her own volition up and down the glistening, long, thick 
shaft. 

"Okay, Bill," Norman hissed, "you wanted to fuck ' her ass ... so I'll give 
you first shot at it. Climb aboard!" 

Nick was certain he hadn't heard correctly! Norman was no better than the 
lowest animal, but Christ, not even he could expect her to endure that... ! 
She was on top of him, her knees on either side of his ribs in an obscene 
half-squat, her widely expanded, moist cunt and spread buttocks at a perfect 
eye-level for Nick's unobstructed view, and as she lifted her rounded full 
hips and plunged downward onto his thick stalk like a woman possessed, he 
could see the inner folds of her viscid pink cunt-flesh extracted and 
clinging to it, then vanishing again inside her channel as she heaved wildly 
down, burying the wicked thing inside her hot belly again and again and 
again! 

"Goddamn!" Bill Decker cursed, watching her pointed, globular breasts jiggle 
and sway to the frenzy of her wild fucking actions. "How, Joe . . . how?" 

"Shit, man, get up behind her! Mount her!" Norman snorted. "You want me to 
draw you a friggin' road map?" 

"Christ... can she take us both at once ... ?" 

Norman grinned sadistically. "Well ... we'll soon find out, eh? Come on, get 
into her ass!" 

Nick twisted furiously at his bonds, feeling the burning rope ripping deeply 
into his bleeding wrists. His brain swam in vicious rage, plus, helpless 
pity for Avis . . . although he couldn't help wondering if the latter wasn't 
wasted at the moment. She was undoubtedly half out of her mind with the 
incited passion Norman had fired in her, and it occurred to him that she'd 
reached that algolagnic point where pain had become a wanted part of her 
insane sensuous desire. He'd never seen any woman this far gone before, and 
he thought he'd seen it all. Christ in heaven, he had to stop it some way, 
before she lost her mind completely! But even as he strained and twisted, 
his eyes remained lewdly focused on Norman's thick, long cock sliding 
lubriciously in and out of her tight clasping cunt to her rhythmic and 
salacious ass plunges, causing his own prick to stiffen like a lead weight 
in his pants . . . and then Decker was climbing over Norman's legs and 
moving up behind her, his ugly bar-hard rod thrusting out pointedly toward 
the tightly puckered hole between her lusciously presented white buttocks, 
his heavy balls swinging between his thighs as he kneed forward. 

"Oh, shit!" Nick choked hopelessly, unable to retain the tears of anger that 
were suddenly spilling down his cheeks. 

At first, Avis did little more than jerk forward in surprise when Bill 
Decker brushed the moist tip of his long, purple-headed prick against the 
sensitive, tight pink hole between her stretched ass-cheeks, but when he 
clutched at her hip with one hand and nuzzled his cock meaningfully to the 
snug orifice with the other, she let out a little gasp and lurched ahead, 
her enchanting green eyes widening apprehensively. 

Norman saw the expression and grinned with satyri-cal delight. He reached 
up, clutching at her hanging, full breasts, squeezing one in each big hand 
tightly. "Hold your ass steady, bitch, and help him get it in!" he commanded 
brutally. "You're going to get double fucked, cunt, and accordingly, that 
ought to double your pleasure, eh? Go on, Decker, shove it up her asshole!" 

"Fuck! Where do I come in?" Barney Davis rasped, holding onto his stunted 
cock as he watched with lurid eyes the progression of her depraved 
ravishment. 

"Shut up and wait!" Norman barked, fiendishly grasping and mauling Avis's 
sensitive breasts, raising confused whimpers of new pain from her throat; 
nevertheless, she did as she was ordered, pausing, with her buttocks in the 
air and only the bloated head of Norman's huge prick inside the mouth of her 
vagina to its coronal rim. 

"Oh ... oh, God! What are you doing...?" she gasped, tensing as she felt the 
very tip of Decker's husky cock pressure open the pink, prunelike mouth of 
her nether hole; then both of his strong hands grasped her thighs just below 
the hips to hold her fast .. . even draw her backward toward the rapidly 
building agony. "Ooohhh . .. ooooohhhhhhhh .. . .Lord, no! No, please ... 
not in there ... I can't... I can't... !" 

Nick almost wished he could, deafen his ears to her pain-filled pleading. It 
was all his fault! He'd never forgive himself ... never in Christ almighty's 
world . .. nor would she, he knew, should they ever get out of there alive! 
If only they had chosen him to torture rather than her beautiful and utterly 
defenseless body.. .. Oh, goddamn ... if there was a way to get at that gun 
. .. ! 

Avis screamed, smashing his thoughts and compelling him to watch the slow 
agonizing penetration of Decker's sodomizing cock worming into her tiny, 
precious asshole, not an inch above where Norman's ruthless shaft protruded 
from the stretched pink rim of her clasping vagina. Good Christ! They were 
going to split her open for fucking sure! And there wasn't a goddamned 
miserable thing he could do to stop them! He stared in horror, his own 
disgusting prick jerking uncontrollably as he watched only feet away while 
the cruel, stiffened shaft lewdly popped through her tightly resisting 
sphincter, his mouth dropping open loosely as he stared at the tiny hole 
stretching obscenely to slip over and absorb the glans of Decker's prick. He 
saw the evil punk grin licentiously, then thrust his hips solidly forward, 
sinking half of the fleshy, turgid staff in the soft, velvety confines of 
her accommodating rectum. 

"Auugghhh ... aaauuuugggggghhhhhhhhh! Stop! Stop .. . oh, my God, stop, 
you're killing me!" Avis cried in agony, her lovely face twisted in torment, 
but it was useless; Norman continued to maul her breasts while Decker 
clutched savagely at her hips, worming his cock slowly up into her warm, 
rubbery passage without mercy, the strength of his strong thighs pressing 
her forward until her face brushed Norman's laughing one, her ass held high 
in the air, buttocks spread open helplessly by the ugly thick staffs driven 
into her, unwillingly helping his sodomizing cock to enter in and fuck her 
there, its throbbing head plowing the spongy resistant inner flesh before 
it, until suddenly, with one last furious lunge that flattened her ass-moons 
against him, Decker sunk the whole length of it into her warm, constricting 
ass-channel. 

Nick watched in spellbinding frustration as Norman lifted his hips with an 
unmerciful thrust, slithering his massive prick to his pelvis into her cunt, 
his balls brushing Decker's, his rod in her vagina joining the other's 
invading pole entombed deep in her bowels. 

Avis choked out a near-faintlike whimper from the agony of the pain, barely 
aware of her sandwiched position between the two lust-crazed men who were 
impaling her fiendishly on their massive, swollen cocks thrust deep into the 
passages of her soft, young body, with only the slightest wall of delicate 
tissue between her rectum and cunt separating their ugly, defiling shafts. 
And it struck her vividly at that moment . . . they didn't intend that she 
would leave there alive .. . nor would her Nick, wherever he was .. . ! Oh . 
. . her poor darling! God, were they making him watch her degrading 
ravishment? Oohhh ... he must be in hell, unable to help her, and she knew 
now how much he loved her. .. ! If only she could make all of this up to him 
... if only she could occupy them all so that he could do something! She 
wasn't certain where he was, but she remembered them taking him prisoner ... 
and if he was still in the room, he was too resourceful to be whipped by the 
likes of these hoodlums... . God, if only she could keep her head and help! 
Maybe, Nick would think of something ... if he was still there .. . ooohhhhh 
... ! 

"All right, Barney, come on!" Norman ordered. "You wondered what it'd be 
like to have a bitch like this suck you off? Well, let's find out, boy! Get 
on your knees up over my face so that I can watch, then choke her with that 
stubby fat cock of yours ... !" 

Nick hadn't given up, but he felt in his heart that it was damn near over 
... there was no way out. His wrists were nothing but raw meat and he hadn't 
gained a hair. Norman was winning the final ... the very last round. He'd 
kill both Avis and himself; he had to! He couldn't leave telltale witnesses 
alive ... but first, true to his word, he was going to horribly destroy her, 
and he had... . 

What the hell! And when he'd been sure there wasn't anything more they could 
do to her . .. ! 

Oh, Christ, there was! Davis was on his naked knees, inching forward above 
Joe Norman's gaping eyes, his stubby cock in his hand as he reached out to 
entangle his coarse hand in her golden hair, drawing her face down toward 
it! He was going to force her to suck him while the other two bastards 
ravaged her pussy and asshole . .. the complete degradation! 

Shamed and aching, yet somehow still clinging to hope, Avis sensed only a 
great splitting at her loins. She felt super-defiled, and every part of her 
seemed to be at those two expanded holes that were being burrowed and routed 
between her legs. Her mouth opened and closed in pained torment. 
Occasionally, she tried to resist Norman's entry, or draw her buttocks away 
to contain the unbelievable pain of her anus, but to resist one was to give 
license to the other, her movements were that lust provoking.... It was then 
that she felt the hand winding cruelly in her hair, finally to jerk her face 
forward. She knew subconsciously what it was ... what was expected of her, 
but she had to fight it... ! 

His filthy smelling fingers from handling his own genitals, pawed at her 
lips, eventually opening her mouth to let a spongy, stiff substance rub 
against them. She focused her eyes and saw Barney Davis's thick, short cock 
protruding from her mouth ... the matting of hair covering his pelvis at its 
base, and finally his balls, bloated and swaying beneath! She tried to think 
of Nick, hoping to God in heaven that he would think of something ... 
anything ... as Davis slid his uncircumcised prick into the warm, moist 
receptacle of her face. She felt it ease along the length of her tongue, 
filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. He was holding her 
head firm, his hand wound in her hair, then suddenly, he began to saw in and 
out of her mouth viciously, causing her to gag as it rammed halfway down her 
throat, it's near full length disappearing between her rounded, ovaled lips. 
She struggled for breath, catching small gasps on the outstroke. 

"Suck it, bitch! You cunt! Suck my cock!" he hissed vilely. 

Oh, good God in heaven! she thought, as they buffeted her amongst them like 
some harem slave-girl, planning to use her helpless, defenseless body as a 
worthless vessel into which they would pump their lewd, seething sperm. She 
felt debased beyond all power of salvation, and that the ravaging of her 
body had been going on for a never-ending eternity. . . . Oh . . . Nick . . 
. Nick ... where are you ... ? 

Something gave as Nick twisted his arms savagely and lurched in his bound 
position, he realized, but cautiously he held himself back, investigating 
further before making some crazy move. He wanted more than anything in the 
world to leap into the center of the despicable scene ... but he had to be 
certain he could handle it once he made his move . .. and he was no longer 
fooling himself about the fact that Avis was forceably giving herself to all 
three of the wicked bastards in an attempt to occupy them. He'd known her 
too long to underestimate her capabilities, even though he realized she'd 
deny her efforts this night until her dying day! Damn, if they ever got out 
of there alive, he was certainly going to use them at least once . .. each 
and every one ... ! 

He struggled with his ties as he watched in a half-mesmerized state of 
unsought lust, watched Norman's huge prick fucking into her accepting moist 
pussy with demonical fury, while Decker plunged in and out of her tight, 
salaciously stretched anus with maddening, vicious strokes, both of them 
working in a cadence that joggled her to their advantage between them, and 
Avis knelt meekly dovetailed, like some oversized rag doll, moaning 
continuously around the fat, hard prick in her mouth at the outrageous 
defilement of her unprotected genitals. 

Nick's face was that close to the pair of glistening, thick rods of swollen 
flesh submerging into his Avis's expanded passages that he couldn't possibly 
miss the slightest nuance of the obscene, depraved assault. Their lengthy 
moist cocks had discovered an harmonious rhythm and he couldn't help but 
stare at the coral edges of her cunt being extracted with Norman's prick on 
the downstroke and disappearing inside as he pis-toned upward into her soft, 
white belly. The same sight was licentiously visible with Decker's thick 
stalk sucking back out of her, tugging the tight pink ridges of her 
clinging, expanded rectum folds with it, then fluidly soaring back into her 
ass as he rammed forward until his balls slapped against his partner's 
withdrawing shaft luridly. Christ, his own cock was throbbing unbearably at 
the lustful, if deplorable sight, and he despised himself for the perverted 
excitement her vicious rape was causing inside him. 

It was then, as he had nearly freed his bloodied and torn wrists behind him 
that Nick realized the unbelievable change that had obviously overwhelmed 
this girl he had hoped would soon be his wife . . . and he gaped at her in 
new, almost petrifying shock ... ! 

The very helplessness of her debased position had raced through Avis's mind, 
and the lewd mental picture of her being mercilessly fucked at every bodily 
entrance by three horrible, lust-filled men at the same time, began to 
licentiously excite her, causing a masochistic hunger to start churning in 
her belly, and a low ecstatic groan escaped her lips around the sturdy cock 
sawing into her face. Subconsciously, she began to undulate her buttocks 
with vigor, squeezing her cuntal and anal muscles around the hard, thick 
poles of rigid flesh driving sadistically into her. 

She found herself sucking more voraciously at the cock in her mouth. 
Although she had never even imagined what a prick might taste like, she 
discovered that she was reveling in the lewd delight it was inciting within 
her. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated lasciviously with his pumping strokes, 
suddenly exhilarating in the exploring of its ridges and wrinkles as her 
tongue licked wildly at the blood-engorged head, the tip probing hotly into 
the tiny split at its end to taste the tangy pungency of its minute 
emissions. 

At the same time, she moved her arched hips downward against Norman's 
upthrusting cock raging into her tingling cunt, then lifting and throwing 
her ass backward to absorb all of Bill Decker's ramming prick into her 
widely stretched asshole, all sense of moral decency seeming to blank from 
her mind in this sudden wave of erotic, masochistic sensation that was 
wantonly permeating her whole being. Nothing registered any longer but the 
magnificent cocks fucking into her and she rocked insanely to their rhythmic 
attack, continuously sucking at Barney Davis's cock with growing animallike 
fury. 

God . .. ! She wanted it to shoot into her mouth! She wanted to swallow 
every drop of his cum . .. feel it dribbling hotly down her throat ... had 
to have it filling her belly, as those slamming into her cunt and obscenely 
stretched asshole would flood her there! 

Abruptly then, she sensed Davis's prick swelling in her mouth and she sucked 
on it madly! It burst, and he swore vilely as it gushed forth thick streams 
of the creamy, piquant liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks 
hollowing and bloating while she swallowed in huge gulps to keep from 
choking on the great continual spurts spewing ceaselessly from it. She 
worked her throat muscles inherently, fastening her lips in a tight ovaled 
ring of soft vacuuming flesh around his ejaculating prick, afraid of losing 
even a tiny droplet of the precious sperm. Small driblets seeped from the 
corners of her mouth as Davis fell away from her, his shrinking shaft 
slithering lifeless from her still sucking and purring mouth, thin sticky 
strings of the white viscid fluid stretching from her lips to his flaccid 
cock pulling away. . . . 

Nick was half out of his mind as he watched Davis climax in Avis's wildly 
sucking mouth while she continued to shove her ass and hips in wanton 
salacity at the other two raging cocks fucking into her. Her tears 
near-blinded him as he worked furiously to free his hands. Goddamn them! 
He'd kill them all! He would! He would .. . ! 

"Oooohhhhhh . . . oooohhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes!" Avis chanted hoarsely in 
her mesmerizing rapture, while she continued to respond in kind to each 
lunge into her cunt and rectum. Wild and insane they became, as she gave 
them back in fury every stroke they slammed into her, until all three began 
to groan in an unintelligible maze of feral sexual abandon. 

"Aaahhhhh .. . God, yes! I can feel both of your thick cocks fucking 
beautifully into me! Oh, faster .. . please ... faster . . . harder! Yes .. 
. yes . .. harder . .. fuck harder, lovers!" Avis cried out to them, urging 
them on, the thought of being fucked and sodomized at the same time suddenly 
driving her toward a whirlpool of cyclonic lust! It seemed to go on forever 
... the mounting, exotic bliss of it .. . the hands gripping and clutching 
at her as she was completely and helplessly impaled in her cunt and asshole! 
Her brain reeled . . . nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of 
erotic enchantment about to explode inside her! 

"Now . .. now!" she wailed. "Please .. . together ... cum in me together! 
Fill me . . . now! Huurrryyyyyy! Oh, God huuurrrryyyyy ... I'm . .. I'm 
cu-uuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg!" 

Abruptly, Decker began to mouth obscenities and Avis sensed the hot boiling 
liquid of his sperm shoot deep into her back passage as her own orgasm 
overwhelmed her, sending delicious spasms of sensation rocketing through 
her, and she could feel every contraction of his horrendous, sodomizing cock 
as it jerked out its load of hot white cream deep inside her constricting 
bowels; then, Norman grunted and cursed as she slammed her hips downward 
onto his massive rod, her breath heaving from her lungs, and his lurching, 
jerking prick began squirting its thick jets of hot semen far up into the 
depths of her quivering belly, her own secretions blending and puddling 
seethingly with his, an almost frantic convulsion of bliss momentarily 
overtaking her again ... just before she fainted ... ! 

Chapter 13 

The newspaper reports following the triple slaying at the Norman Heights 
Condominium carried strong overtones of purported sex orgies, but the 
residents of the establishment claimed the stories ridiculous, even 
threatening lawsuits unless such slanderous accusations were rectified by 
the authorities and accordingly, such corrections published in the local and 
state news media. 

Mrs. Claire Norman, common-law widow to Mr. Joseph Norman, one of the 
gunned-down men, informed police, the news-story said, she was of the 
opinion that the shootings were gangland reprisals, and that her deceased 
husband was thought to have such affiliations. Mrs. Norman was named as sole 
heir to her husband's sizeable fortune and maintained that she would 
continue to operate the condominium, ". . .just as Joe would want me to 
do...." 

Nick smiled to himself as he read the accounts. He was still tired from 
their lightning plane trip to Miami, but the soft white sand and the warm 
Florida sunshine was doing miraculous things for him, just as it was 
obviously doing for the beautiful blond-haired girl in the mini bikini who 
slept beside him. He looked down between them to where she clung tightly to 
his hand and his smile broadened. She was a clever one, this Avis Glass 
Chambers . .. clever, lovely, and dramatically improved in bed . . . 
although for the life of her, she insisted that she didn't know why, and he 
had chosen to let it rest that way. 

She had remembered nothing of that horrible night following her lapse into 
clifnactic unconsciousness, she persisted emphatically, and he wasn't about 
to question her veracity. He'd already learned the fruits of cutting off 
one's nose to spite his face . .. and he didn't intend to lose her again. 

Once more, he glanced at the newspaper and smiled to himself as Avis 
stirred, made a little moaning sound, then twisted onto her side, her full, 
satiny, left breast nearly tumbling completely exposed from the tiny halter, 
and he reached over, gently tucking it back inside while a faint smile crept 
over her lush, pretty mouth. 

"Thank you, Darling," she whispered, slipping immediately back into sleep. 

He returned to his paper and let his keen eyes search out the lines he 
wanted to re-read, feeling her clutching at his hand confidently: ". . . 
However, police are still baffled by a note they feel the killer must have 
left behind. It had been written on the typewriter in Norman's office, the 
murder room, and read: BELYAL WAS HERE.' No one at the condominium could. 


End
