The Owner's Wife
by Clare Williams 


Introduction 

Several decades ago, small town life in America had been seemingly 
described, analyzed and explored to exhaustion. Since the depression and 
war, most contemporary American writers and social critics have withdrawn 
their attention from the settled rural behavior of "Middle America" and 
focused their comment on the more rapidly evolving conflicts of urban and 
suburban environments. 

The small town milieu of a Sherwood Anderson or a Sinclair Lewis no longer 
actually constitutes the common background experience of most Americans; it 
is not, accordingly, a frequent choice of background for imaginative 
treatment by present-day writers. 

In point of fact, the overwhelming majority of the American population now 
lives in or nearby the great metropolitan centers. 

Sharply oriented toward mass communication, production and distribution in 
their everyday existence, those of this majority probably have more in 
common-in respect to their life style-with inhabitants of London, Moscow, or 
Stockholm than with their fellow countrymen in the small rural centers that 
still abound in the United States. 

Despite the general neglect of these small towns, they are not the quiet 
backwaters they might seem. Social, cultural and personal eruptions are also 
rife. 

Miss Williams has depicted, in her highly charged novel, an example of a 
harrowing transformation in the life of one such anonymous small town 
household. She shows point by point the reasons behind the sudden and 
extreme changes in attitude undergone by Eddie and Barbara Smothers, her 
archetypal small town characters. The problems are two-sided and the author 
has explored them completely, leaving no stone unturned in her ruthless 
portrayal. 

The young couple are drawn into an extremely tangled catharsis, a kind of 
experience that Miss Williams implies may well be in store for many peaceful 
small town dwellers. 

The publishers feel proud to introduce this excellent work, whose integrity 
has tackled an unfashionable subject and won from it a portent of deep 
potential relevance to contemporary American society. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER 1 

Barbara Smothers felt a warm glow of pleasure pervade her entire body as the 
exciting friction caused by her husband's insistent kneading of her nipples 
through her cotton dress sent eddies of delight coursing through her. His 
firm, strong fingers tweaked the erect, throbbing buds with growing 
eagerness and his mouth was hot and moist against the creamy skin of her 
slender neck. She leaned back against the couch, basking in the rising heat 
of her desire. It felt so good, and it was so long since they'd made love . 
. . over two weeks in fact, ever since they'd had that dreadful fight ... 

Against her will, wounding, resentful memories of their quarrel came 
crowding back into her serene mind, and new stabs of anger were beginning to 
jab at her consciousness. 

Her husband's hands had now slipped under the neckline of her shift, and his 
fingers were insinuating themselves into the soft, lacy cups of her bra. She 
shivered from the searing touch of his flesh on hers, and a low moan escaped 
her lips. 

"Barbara honey, let's go into the bedroom!" she heard her husband whisper 
huskily. 

His voice seemed to jar the sensuous euphoria which had engulfed her and 
broke the spell which his passionate touches had woven over her. 

Once more, anger seethed inside her and she broke roughly away from his 
arms. 

"For God's sake, Ed, stop pawing me and leave me alone!" she snapped 
unreasonably. 

Ed, his prick pounding with agitated passion against his leg, tried to calm 
his wife's mounting irritation. 

"Oh, Barbara darling, you look so lovely! Let's just..." 

"Don't think you're going to get around me by flattery," she hurled angrily. 
"I'm not some ... some whore to be used at your convenience ..." 

Barbara had risen from the couch and was staring down at her husband, her 
eyes flashing, and her hands doubled into fists. "I can't forget those 
horrible things you said to me, nor how you promised to think about giving 
up the business, and now it's over two weeks, and you still haven't done a 
thing ..." 

"For Christ's sake, Barbara, stop haranguing me!" Ed lashed back, venting 
his growing fury. "I told you I'd think about it, and I am!" Ed rose 
wearily, and picking up his jacket, started towards the door. 

"Where are you going?" Barbara questioned suspiciously. 

"If you must know," her husband replied coldly, "I'm going to pick up Miss 
Clinton at the new bungalow. It's nearly eight!" "You don't care about me at 
all!" she wailed suddenly. "All you're interested in are your goddamned 
cabs!" 

Without answering his wife's accusation, Ed left, slamming the door behind 
him. 

Desolation swept over Barbara and an aching loneliness engulfed her. She was 
alone again -Pat, the boy who answered the phone and took messages had left, 
and Dave, Ed's partner in the taxicab business, was driving tonight. 

The erratic crackling of the two-way radio in the next room, which Ed used 
as an office, was anathema to her, and she had to fight the wild, almost 
uncontrollable urge she had to dash in there and smash it, and all it stood 
for, to pieces. 

Bitter tears of disappointment and frustration streamed down the smooth, 
ivory skin of her beautiful young face. 

Oh, God, I can't stand it! I just can't stand it! she moaned to herself. If 
only Ed would give up this taxi business, and do anything, anything else! 
She didn't think she could take another day of cabs wheeling into the 
driveway, the coarse, raucous shouts of the other two drivers, which Ed and 
Dave were beginning to imitate, the constant ringing of the phone-it was 
getting too much to bear! 

She recalled again the bitter argument she and Ed had had, over the business 
mainly, and how she'd almost begged him to give it up. She recoiled from the 
memory of all the hurtful things he'd said to her. Any other wife would back 
her husband up, encourage him, help him ... His wounding taunt still stung 
her. Oh, God, she'd help him, willingly, to do anything, but not this 
vulgar, low-class business. 

A streak of stubbornness asserted itself through her unhappiness. I won't 
give in! she thought triumphantly, I'll make him give it up, and then I'll 
show him how good a wife I can be.... 

She became conscious of a gnawing hunger in the pit of her loins-an ache 
that had persisted over the last few days. She missed Ed physically-her body 
was accustomed to nightly journeys into the realms of passion. She hadn't 
let her husband touch her since their last quarrel, but she'd hold out until 
she got her way. He needed her too, and he was the one who would have to 
give in! He just had to! 

* * * 

Ed glanced appreciatively at the curvaceous body of the blonde who was 
easing herself into the back of his cab. Putting her small overnight bag in 
the trunk, he was just in time to catch a glimpse of the nylon-sheathed 
sweep of her shapely legs as she glided them inside and closed the door. 

That Miss Clinton sure is a looker! he chuckled, steering the cab down the 
Old Mission Road. He stole another look at his attractive passenger in the 
rearview mirror. She was applying lipstick to her full, sensuous lips, using 
the mirror of her compact, and her heavily made-up eyes were lowered, her 
long lashes flaring out on her creamy skin. Her ash-blonde hair was swept up 
in a complicated style, drawn away from her oval face. Ed stared for a 
moment longer at the fascinating ritual, and then hastily averted his eyes 
to the road, as she suddenly looked up and returned his gaze in the mirror, 
her deep blue eyes seeming to penetrate his blushing face. 

There was hardly any traffic on the neon-lighted highway and the only break 
in the monotony was an occasional garishly-lit drive-in. 

The depression which had followed his wife's accusations was beginning to 
lift, and he tried to sort out his feelings. He couldn't really blame her 
for the way she felt about the business. He knew she was inclined to be a 
little stuck-up about the whole thing, feeling that a taxicab operation was 
just a bit beneath her. Still, he couldn't help that-he had to make a living 
somehow, and he couldn't think of anything else that would bring in the 
money he was making now. He resented the fact that she didn't encourage him 
or give him any help at all. He wouldn't mind that at all, he reflected, if 
she hadn't been so damn cold to him of late. The memory of her soft, pliant 
body, eager under his touch just a few minutes before, sent stirrings of 
pleasure through him. It was so long since he'd fucked her, and he was 
conscious of a dull ache of desire for her. 

In spite of their differences, he really loved her, and desired her as much 
as he had when he married her over two years ago, but he was beginning to 
lose patience with her and her nagging ways. 

"Have you got a light?" Miss Clinton's sultry voice breathed close to him. 

Fumbling, he found his butane lighter and reached back with it, flicking it 
into flame. He caught his breath from the cool tantalizing touch of her 
fingers on his hand as she steadied it and he felt a cloud of warm smoke on 
his neck as she exhaled. 

"Thank you, Ed," she murmured, and Ed realized she had seen his name on his 
I.D. tag. 

"Have you been in the Traverse area long, uh, Miss Clinton?" Ed heard 
himself questioning. 

"Call me Doreen," the older woman purred, her hand touching him caressingly 
on the shoulder. "No," she continued, "but I'm familiar with this part of 
Michigan, and I intend staying here for quite some time!" 

Ed wondered if he had imagined the tone of teasing suggestiveness in her 
voice, and felt the heat rising to his face again. 

"That's ... that's good, Doreen!" he mumbled, aware of her lingering hand, 
which still rested near his neck. 

"I have a summer home at the end of the peninsula," Doreen explained, "and 
I'm going to spend the rest of the summer there. Of course, I'll be all 
alone, but maybe you'll come visit me, Ed?" 

"I ... ah ... sure ..." he finished lamely, unsure as to how he should react 
to this outspoken woman. Suddenly, he wished the drive was over. He felt 
increasingly uncomfortable, listening to her ambiguously seductive remarks, 
and Goddammit, she was a hell of an attractive broad, even if she was 
pushing forty. The heady, exotic aroma of her perfume wafted across to him, 
an intoxicating fragrance that curled around in his brain, conjuring up 
smoldering, exciting images, affecting him like some mystical drug, and 
making the fire rise from the heated depths of his loins. Pull yourself 
together, man, he told himself, she's just another fare, and you're acting 
as if she's ready to jump into bed with you. 

"Mmm ... it's very hot in here!" Doreen murmured behind him. 

"I'll open the window ..." he replied, glancing at her in the rearview 
mirror. She had taken off her light summer coat, and Ed could see that she 
was wearing a thin dress of beige silk, the same color as her hair, buttoned 
down the front, and he was just able to catch a glimpse of the firm, full 
vee which marked the beginning of the swell of her firm, full breasts. He 
thought he could see the faint outline of her nipples against the light 
fabric, and wondered suddenly if she was wearing a bra. 

"That's better ..." Doreen whispered as Ed rolled the window down a few 
inches. 

"Don't you feel hot?" she asked, leaning closer to him. 

"No, I-" he began, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes fell to the 
voluptuous curve of her breasts, and a shudder of disbelief convulsed him at 
what he saw. The blood rushed roaring to his face as he turned his attention 
back to the road. He just couldn't believe it! She had unbuttoned her dress, 
until it was open to the waist, and he saw plainly the smooth, firm flesh of 
the milk-white mounds. What was she trying to do, showing her body like 
that? He was only flesh and blood-there was only so much a man could take 
before he'd lose control completely. And God only knew, with her sexy 
suggestive remarks, her touches, and now this, he had very little control 
left. Involuntarily, he stole another surreptitious glimpse in the mirror. A 
wave of dizziness swept over him, and his mouth hinged open as he continued 
to stare in the rearview panel, oblivious to the road and its dangers. She 
had completely bared one breast now, and was cupping it in her hand, the 
soft fleshy mound cradled in the palm, and her long, tapering fingers were 
gently titillating the pinkish, resilient flesh of the burgeoning nipple. 

Oh, God, he moaned, clasping the steering wheel with both hands, tearing his 
eyes away from the lascivious sight of the half-naked woman in the back of 
his cab. His hands felt clammy, and he could feel the painful pressure of 
his prick as it swelled into turgidity, goaded on by the memory, etched like 
an engraving on his consciousness, of the doughy pliancy of the older 
woman's bared tit. God, how he'd like to take her boob-both of them-and 
squeeze and knead them, roll and tweak the rosy nipples, sink his teeth into 
the tender, buttery flesh.... 

Desperately, he fought for control over the lewd thoughts fomenting in his 
brain. He forced his eyes to stay glued to the black snakelike length of the 
road as the powerful cab swallowed it up. He tried to will his pounding cock 
into subservient flaccidity, but somehow, the nearness of the seductive 
stranger was like an aphrodisiac and his tormented rod continued to strain 
painfully for release. 

"You're the best-looking man I've come across in Traverse City, Ed," Doreen 
whispered, her full warm lips barely grazing his ear. 

"God, Doreen, take it easy!" he blurted, beads of perspiration breaking out 
all over his blushing face. 

"I bet you're well-hung, too ..." she went on. 

Tumultuous feelings catapulted around inside Ed's wracked frame. He felt 
like smashing this teasing blonde's face, silencing her lewd insinuations. 
Who did she think she was, egging him on like this, taunting him with her 
body, almost seducing him, probably just to pass the time? But at the same 
time, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel and caress every inch of that 
incredible body of hers. Hungrily, he imagined the magnificence of her 
luscious curves exposed to him, the silky feel of her flesh beneath his 
touch ... he had to have her, he knew that now . ,. he had to have her, no 
matter what the circumstances! 

"It's the next house on the left ... it won't be long now," Doreen 
whispered, and Ed glancing again in the rearview mirror, had to suppress a 
strangled gasp as his bulging eyes again alighted on the neon-shiny fullness 
of his passenger's naked breasts. 

He stepped on the gas. His cock was brutally aching in its aroused 
desperation and he derived a lewd satisfaction from the largeness of the 
bulge. Images of his wife's creamy slender body, warm and soft beside him in 
bed, so close and yet cruelly withheld, flicked with kaleidoscopic vividness 
through his enflamed brain. 

She was taunting him too-his own wife using her body as a prize to be won 
when he played the game her way and now-this bitch in the back seat was 
teasing him, tormenting him with her double-meaning remarks. Well, he'd 
shoot them, he frothed, show them he wasn't to be reckoned lightly with ... 

Driving like a madman, he careened up the road and then swerved with a 
sickening screech of brakes into the dimly lit driveway of a lone-standing 
bungalow. 

"Come in and have a nightcap, Ed," Doreen invited and needing no second 
invitation, Ed sprang out of the cab and followed his erstwhile passenger. 
The clear night air brought him a little to his senses, and he began to 
wonder if he had imagined the suggestive quality in her remarks. Perhaps, he 
thought bitterly, my being so horny makes me read sex into ordinary 
conversation... 

Doreen turned to face him as she fumbled for her key in her small purse and 
with pounding heart, Ed saw that her dress was hanging open, completely 
unbuttoned! In the faint light, he could see the eerie gleam of her nylon 
panties above the rounded curve of her long legs. 

Ed was aware of her eyes on his still-writhing prick, an urgent bulge 
against the material of his pants. And then her hand reached out to the 
hardness of it and brushed coolly against it. A growl began far down in his 
throat as he felt the electrical touch of her sinuous fingers on his burning 
crotch. 

"Mmm ... I can tell you do have a nice, big cock!" she droned, her eyes 
half-closing in dreamy torpor. 

Suddenly, Ed could stand it no longer. All his pent-up anger, frustration, 
humiliation even at being the plaything of first one woman, his wife, and 
now this near-stranger, boiled up to the surface, and with a savage snarl, 
he reached out for the teasing, tantalizing half-dressed woman in front of 
him, and grabbed her to him. 

"In here!" she hissed and she led him a few steps into the unlocked summer 
porch. The screens admitted the evening air, and Ed could feel the coldness 
of the vinyl tiles as they sank to the floor. The woman's body was heated 
and fervent against him and he showered hungry, eager kisses over her face, 
her neck, her throat as his hands roamed in febrile haste over the 
suppleness of her body, tearing away the flimsy covering of her panties. The 
musky feminine odor of her permeated his being, increasing his desire for 
her. In lustful abandon, he tore away the encumbering items of his 
garments-ripping off the buttons of his shirt in his speed, rolling down his 
pants and removing them and his shoes and socks in one desperate movement. 
Then he smashed his lips down on hers, feeling their luscious pliancy 
respond instantly, and their tongues joyously found each other, dancing and 
writhing with each other in a mad tango of mounting passion. 

Ed shivered as Doreen ran her hands expertly up and down the sinewy plane of 
his back, probing and exploring the erogenous areas of his frame-the curve 
of his neck, the stretch of his flanks, the hollows of his buttocks. He felt 
his body melt from the deep-freeze imposed by his wife, and Doreen's 
practiced diligent hands were the thawing agent. Ed pressed the full length 
of his body against hers, cupping his hands under the firm, full moons of 
her buttocks, pulling her loins up towards him. He could see the platinum 
triangle of her pubic curls, gleaming like quicksilver as they meshed with 
his own dark, crisp wisps. 

"Oh, God, you feel good ..." Doreen moaned, and her unabashed appreciation 
was like balm on his wounded libido. She reached her hand down and grasped 
the engorged length of his throbbing penis, and began to rotate it up and 
down around the wet, pulsating folds of her vaginal split, lubricating the 
palpitating hardness with the excited secretion of her softly squirming 
pussy. The titillating feel of her soft feminine flesh against the hard 
rubbery head of his cock sent scurries of pleasure racing through him, 
increasing the pressure in his passion-wracked balls. Flexing his hips with 
an urgent thrust, Ed drove the steady, rock-hard length of his member 
straight at the steaming entrance of her waiting cuntal valley. 

"Arrggghhhhhhhh ..." she gasped as the mouth of her eagerly pulsating pussy 
flowered open and swallowed the plunging rod until the entire length of it 
was buried in the warm hungry depths up between her legs. 

"Mmmmmmmm ..." she sighed, "that's the way I like it, lover ... !" 

Ed ground his pelvis into the vibrantly responsive body of the woman beneath 
him and he began to fuck into her with long, measured strokes. Doreen 
returned thrust for thrust, driving her hungrily clasping pussy up to meet 
his downward plunges in an instinctive heathen rhythm. 

A strange primitive joy captured Ed and he felt a freedom unlike anything he 
had ever experienced before. This feeling of liberty was a heady one-the 
natural abandonment of fucking and being fucked by a skillful, unprudish 
woman was a shot in the arm for him, infusing him with new vigor. 

"Shove your finger in my ass ..." she hissed through grinding teeth. Ed, 
completely enslaved by the power of this older woman's complete sexuality, 
dazedly reached down and searched with his middle finger between the soft 
quivering orbs of her buttocks. He found the tiny puckered lips of her 
rectum, and teased at it experimentally, until the tight, crinkled little 
ring popped and gave way and he was able to worm his finger in to the first 
knuckle. 

A painful shudder spasmed through the woman but she groaned aloud and with a 
slight grunt, pushed her buttocks back on his finger, readily impaling 
herself on the painful intruder. Ed revolved his finger around against the 
tight rubbery walls, reveling in this novel act, feeling her hotly clinging 
rectal passage contract and loosen in a convulsive rhythm of desire. 

"Oooohhhhh ... I like it, I like it. . ." she moaned wildly, twisting and 
squirming under the pleasurable intensity of the double skewering of her 
rectum and cunt. 

Pleasure was building up with gathering tumult in his sperm-bloated balls 
and he knew he would cum soon. He wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure 
as long as possible, but the incredible expertise with which Doreen milked 
his pumping prick was whipping him up to incredible frenzy, and he knew that 
she, too, sought to achieve her orgasmic release. 

Suddenly, her body was quivering with unprecedented fury and harsh, sobbing 
moans were emanating from her throat. 

"Agh! Agh! Aghhhhhhh! I'mCUUUUUM-MMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!" she screamed, 
battering her widespread vagina against the jack-hammering drives of Ed's 
pelvis. Her body tossed and cavorted in incredible lust, and her 
earth-shaking movements of uncontrolled passion unleashed the crescendoing 
violence of his own imminent release. The convergence of lust and passion in 
his demented testicles triggered the eruption of the hot milky seed which 
rushed in a roiling galaxy to spew frenetically into Doreen's hotly 
suctioning depths, milking and coaxing until there was nothing left-nothing 
but a dreamy euphoria which lulled him into a sensuous twilight sleep. 

"Oh, God, Ed, that was wonderful!" he heard her sigh. A new feeling of power 
and masculinity surged through him on hearing her words. 

"You're a hell of a woman, Doreen!" he answered appreciatively. It was true; 
she had shown him a new dimension in the world of sensual pleasure and he 
was floating on the waves of supreme satisfaction. He resolutely cleared his 
mind of the guilty, unbidden thoughts of his wife which tried to creep into 
his head. After making love to Barbara, he usually felt only a vague sense 
of incompleteness, inadequacy even. She didn't know how to please a man, 
like Doreen did. He had responded in a way hitherto unparalleled with 
Doreen, and in a way he had never come near to emulating with Barbara. 

"And I hope you'll come and see me again soon," Doreen was saying, 
penetrating in on his thoughts. Her fingers were toying lightly with his 
hip, and her lust-dimmed eyes were riveted on the semi-erect expanse of his 
awakening prick. 

"Yes..." he murmured, "hell yes, I'll be back very, very soon ..." 
flattening her lush ripe body once more back against the tiled floor of the 
summer porch. 

* * * 

Ed tensed himself, expectant of the storm of guilt and remorse which he felt 
sure would deluge him. It came, but not with the vengeful fury he expected. 
He did feel a pang of conscience at the clear realization that he had just 
fucked another woman, and derived such incredible unbelievable pleasure out 
of it. An image of Barbie rose up in his mind, and almost to his 
stupefaction, he was able to scrutinize this picture of his beautiful young 
wife, almost with detachment. His mind's eye roved idly over the milky 
curves of her luscious young body, so sensuously alluring, her long dark 
hair, an ebony cloud which titillated him when he felt it on his naked body, 
her perfect oval face, startling in its loveliness. Almost callously, he 
mentally compared her to the body of the lustful woman who was slightly 
dozing beside him. Her golden curves, more ample but yet just as provocative 
compared very favorably with his wife's, and Doreen's face had an enticing 
look of experienced sensuality which his wife lacked. 

Ed thought again of the intensely arousing pleasure he had just experienced 
in the arms of the buttery skinned siren beside him, and a shiver of 
vicarious delight rippled through him. Christ, he'd never experienced 
anything like it. He felt as if she had taken him on a trip out of this 
world, and he had decided that he never wanted to come back. He had almost 
forgotten that such pleasure existed-all his life lately seemed to be bound 
up in Barbie's hang-ups, her inhibitions, and even though he could get 
excitingly, excruciatingly aroused by the tantalizing touch and look of his 
wife's glorious young body, he never seemed to get anywhere. There was 
something missing in their relationship- he didn't doubt that-but what? Was 
it that she lacked experience, he wondered. But surely I should be able to 
counter that, he retorted to himself, it's my place to teach her, show her 
... 

He felt Doreen stir beside him, and a warm haze of well-being seeped through 
him. Doreen was no problem in that respect, he chuckled to himself. Damn, 
he'd never known a woman who made love like she just did. She was like a 
goddess made for love, for sensual excitement. His breath caught in his 
throat as he looked at her. She was stretched out on the floor, her opulent 
body a glimmering streak on a dark background. Her sumptuous flesh had an 
ethereal quality that made Ed hesitate to reach out and touch it, although 
it seemed to him that every sense ached to do so. The pinkish brown crests 
of her lemon-colored breasts contrasted delicately with the smooth peaks, 
and Ed's entranced gaze followed the superb line of her curvaceous hip, to 
the apex of his attention, where the straw-colored pelt of her pubic mound 
sprouted in a vee between the clamped together columns of her long, shapely 
legs. The enticing spot drew his eyes like a magnet, and as if aware of the 
dynamic attention focused on the erogenous area, Doreen shifted slightly, 
parting her satiny thighs a little, revealing a faint glimmer of naked pink 
flesh beneath the golden fringe. 

Ed felt his throat go arid and he was conscious of his involuntary gulping 
action. His eyes began to water from the strain of his unwavering stare, and 
he felt that at any minute he might go berserk and throw himself on the 
helpless woman. 

His eyes traveled back to her face and astonished, he saw that she was 
looking at him. 

"Like what you see, baby?" she drawled, a sensual smile spreading over her 
relaxed countenance. 

"Oh, God, Doreen ..." he barely managed to gasp. 

"Well, I like what I see, and what I got!" she laughed, her hand reaching 
out and just barely touching the half-flaccid bulge of his genitals. Her 
touch was like a searing poker on his naked flesh and he was amazed to feel 
that his dormant cock was beginning to rise into virility again. Her touch 
was like magic on his sleeping member and he looked at her in reverent awe. 

"Doreen, I ... I've never known anyone like you before!" he stammered, 
embarrassed about his tongue-tiedness. 

"Well, you're quite a man yourself!" she smiled, her fingers playing lightly 
on his tortured flesh. 

I like this young man, Doreen mused to herself, and he's pretty good in the 
sack, too! She glanced appreciatively over his hard, lean body, appraising 
his rugged masculinity, her scrutinizing eyes darting back continuously to 
the no longer inert bundle she was absent-mindedly caressing. It always gave 
her a thrill, no matter how many times she had done it, to see and feel a 
wonderful male cock grow and expand under her touch-a feeling of power, 
really, that she could work such a miracle. She couldn't help feeling a 
little sorry for Ed, guessing that things weren't going too well at home. 
She knew that he was probably feeling a pang or two of guilt, and wondered 
idly what kind of wife he had. One thing's for sure, she mused, she should 
hold on to this husband of hers-he's much, much too good to lose! 

Ed lay back against a porch chair, his eyes closed, basking in the wonderful 
torpor which was spreading through him from the hypnotic, caressing strokes 
of the older woman's fingers on his enervated penis. The cool digits were 
like ice against the burning heat of his throbbing flesh, and he could feel 
the tumultuous churning in his balls, which he thought had been 
tranquillized for quite some time by the incredible release he had 
experienced not long before. But now it seemed as if they were clamoring for 
further stimulation, further exquisite freedom. As if reading his thoughts, 
Doreen's hand slipped down and cupped the mutinous sac in her soft palm, and 
Ed thought that they would jump out of her grasp from the electrifying jolt 
that chasmed through them at the sudden, delicious contact. 

With a stifled gasp of disappointment, Ed felt his rolling genitals released 
and suddenly they felt more exposed, more naked than they had ever been 
before. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, and stared in disbelief, as he saw 
Doreen's soft golden hair dipping down to his tormented loins. Once more, 
her fingers closed around the thick stem of his penis, and then, a strangled 
moan tore from his lips as he felt the unbelievable, dizzying touch of her 
tongue on the head of his hotly throbbing shaft! He couldn't believe it! She 
was kissing him there, kissing his penis! 

Further sighs of pleasure issued from his dry throat as her luscious wet 
tongue snaked up and down and around the palpitating length of his elongated 
prick, bathing it with her warm salival juices, warming it with her heavenly 
scented breath, coaxing and teasing it with her full, ripe lips. Then she 
had enclosed it in her mouth completely, her firm lips tightening around the 
stamen, below the mushrooming flesh of the hard rubbery head. The exquisite 
pressure that she was exerting on the rigid circumference thrilled him 
beyond belief, and then, when he felt the tip of her diligent tongue 
flitting in and out of the narrow slit at the top of the throbbing, spongy 
head, he could not suppress a wild expression of jubilation. 

"AAAhhhhhhhhh ... oh, God, that's wonderful, Doreen ... Christ, it feels so 
... so fantastic!" 

Doreen warmed to her task, exhilarated by Ed's excited remarks. She enclosed 
more and more of the hard, pulsating length of his shaft in her warm, soft 
mouth, swirling her tongue in and around the heated flesh, feeling the 
veinous underside pulsing wildly against her organ, and running her teeth up 
and down the top side, feeling them grate teasingly against the aroused 
flesh. The dark curls of his pubic hair brushed against her face and she 
inhaled his exciting male odor, which went to her head with intoxicating 
force. Eagerly, she continued to pump at the softness of his testicles, 
squeezing in time to her frenzied tongue caresses, working up a froth of 
passion in herself and in the crazed body of her companion. 

Ed felt as if his entire body was inflamed with the fires of lust. It was so 
long since anything remotely like this had happened to him -he had long 
since given up hope, let alone attempts to encourage his wife to perform 
this incredible act on him. But somehow, the very thought of kissing his 
penis, enclosing it in her mouth, was utterly repugnant to Barbie, and Ed 
felt a flush of mortification creep over him even now as he remembered the 
shambles of such efforts on his part to get Barbie to try. Nothing but shame 
and embarrassment and hot words ever ensued from such encounters and Ed had 
all but resigned himself to a life minus this incredible sensation. 

But now-the impossible had happened, and this voluptuous older woman was 
kissing, sucking, slavering over his delighted prick, and was obviously 
reveling in it herself. He could see her graceful body twitching and 
writhing as she worked over his burgeoning cock, and he was filled with new 
desire for her. The nearness of her body was an added aphrodisiac and 
automatically his hands went out and grasped the curvy firmness of her 
molded hips, his fingers digging into the soft, deft-like flesh, feeling the 
vibrancy of her passion. He could see the gleam of her golden pubic fleece 
and beneath it the faint sheen of her moist delicate pussy. Her thighs were 
slightly parted and Ed longed to kiss and stroke the soft velvety flesh in 
between them. 

Mesmerized by the proximity of her incomparable femininity, he knew suddenly 
what he wanted to do. With a savage, animal-like groan, he pulled her closer 
to him, pulling her off balance, causing her to release his inflated prick 
from the warmly sucking sanctuary of her buttery mouth. 

Relentlessly, he maneuvered the surprised woman, his hands like talons in 
her yielding flesh, drawing the womanly curves of her pelvis closer to him. 
His eyes were bulging Out of his head and his breath was ragged and uneven 
like a cornered stag as he positioned the unresisting woman until her 
erotically flaring hips were level with his perspiring face. With a 
savage-sounding snarl, he wrenched her cream-white thighs apart, startling 
her into emitting a little gasp, and exposing the enticing plane of her 
luscious pussy to his avaricious view. He drew in his breath at the 
tantalizing sight, taking in every detail of the pink, gently-throbbing 
furrow. The yellow-fringed outer lips were swollen in arousal, and were 
quivering like a frightened doe, and they richly framed the small, fluted 
inner lips which gleamed a faint mauve. The small, clasping hole which they 
surrounded was petal-shaped, a chiffony pink, and above it, the tiny red tip 
of her clitoris was barely visible. Ed lowered his eager face to the 
intriguing sight, glorying in the musky female redolence which wafted out to 
meet him, and then, as if in slow motion, he placed a thumb on the 
hair-lined protective folds and tentatively drew them apart, revealing still 
more of her feminine secrets to his lascivious gaze. 

He poised for a split second more above the breathtaking sight, and then 
flicked out with his tongue and swiped it along the full length of the 
pulsing ridge. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...." Doreen sighed ... "your tongue feels so good on my pussy 
..." 

Ed swirled it in and out of the moist steamy recesses, delighting in the 
nectarine sweetness of her creases and crevices, probing and burrowing 
deeper and deeper, as if he wished to get to the very bottom of the well of 
her womanhood. 

Doreen began to grind her pussy up against his downstroking tongue, her 
whole body taking on a sensual undulating rhythm. 

"Oh Ed, that's it ... it's so good ..." she moaned through gritted teeth as 
he began to dab rhythmically at the warmly contracting opening to her naked 
vagina. 

Abruptly, he plunged his stiffened tongue straight into the burning orifice, 
feeling the heated walls close in greedily on his plummeting organ. 

"Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh ..." Doreen gasped, squirming forward and screwing her 
hungry eager pussy down on the searching tongue. It seemed as if he plunged 
down to her very depths, as if his relentless tongue went on and on 
undaunted in its purpose, indomitable in its superlative donation of 
pleasure and more pleasure. He rotated it around inside her, encouraging her 
inner tissue to flex in return, establishing a diminutive rhythm of its own 
in her dark, pulsating interior. 

Almost mindless with pleasure, Doreen returned to her interrupted task, 
seizing the still rigid rod in her mouth and doubling her efforts, 
determined to give back as much of the delectable sensations as she was 
getting. 

Is this really happening? The weird thought flashed through Ed's dazed mind 
as he continued the teasing swirlings of his tongue. He felt as if inner 
forces were at work in the insatiable channel of Doreen's pussy to capture 
permanently and wrench from its moorings his unceasing tongue. The membrane 
of her vaginal canal closed in so fiercely on his organ that he felt every 
pulse beat transmitted from her body to her vagina reverberated on his 
piteous weapon. The flanges of her cunt rimmed his nose, making breathing 
difficult and his own labored breath returned in warm smothering clouds from 
the moistly sucking confines of her pussy. Her thighs, too, grasped his head 
like a vise, trapping him in his groveling position, cutting him off from 
everything but the overpowering reality of her cunt. A sense of total 
exhilaration had possession of him, making him feel as if he had wings. He 
could hardly believe that it was really himself who was a partner in this 
wanton sixty-nining with a near-stranger; that it was he who was kissing and 
licking this incredible woman's vibrant, demanding pussy while she in turn 
was sucking so hungrily on his cock! But it was true! Or else he wouldn't be 
consumed by such overpowering flames of intense excitation which threatened 
to sweep him off his feet and turn him into a raging inferno of devouring 
lust. 

Demented, he entrapped the little button of Doreen's turgid clitoris between 
his teeth, holding it there, while his tongue wrecked passionate havoc on 
the sensitive little tip, causing uncontrollable shudders to convulse 
through Doreen, and making her gasp and sob around the burgeoning pole of 
his prick, still firmly clenched between her tightly locked lips. 

In a frenzy of excitement, Doreen ran her tongue over the squirming softness 
of Ed's rebuilding testicles, coating them with her saliva, gnawing at them 
with her teeth, and then teasing the tiny wet tip down between his buttocks, 
dabbing at the tiny, sensitive mouth of his anus, sending ripple after chill 
of obscene pleasure careening through him. 

Their bodies were welded together, fused completely at either end, and 
curved like a bow in the middle. They rocked and flailed about in unison, 
creating new thrills and fresh sensations in their perspiration-coated 
bodies. Their two tongues worked as one, dipping, sucking, swirling, 
licking, driving their tormented genitals into an even greater frenzy of 
incredible passion. 

The end came for both of them at once, too, and their wild, climactic 
shrieks were drowned in the recesses of each other's thighs, as Ed shot jet 
after jet of white, steamy liquid deep into the older woman's eagerly 
gulping throat. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated, like a fish gasping for 
breath out of water, as she sought to swallow the unbelievable torrent which 
flowed into her from the seemingly bottomless well of Ed's excitedly 
contracting testicles. Her own orgasmic juices cascaded down in a gentler 
mist, dampening his face as he continued to lick and caress her hotly 
throbbing pussy flesh for long moments afterwards. Their mouths seemed glued 
to the damp, orgasming flesh, as the last rushes of release emptied 
themselves, and the quivering, palpitating spasms ceased, and a satiated 
peace returned to the two orgiastically exhausted bodies. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Barbara took a final appraising look at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her 
long jet black hair shone like onyx, and her new black shortie nightdress 
made her look like an alluring siren. She had bought it only two days 
before, after she had lunch with her mother. As usual, her mother was making 
hints about how degrading the taxi-cab business was, and more veiled 
innuendoes about how Barbara could have done better, etc. Although she 
agreed on some points with her mother, the latter's nagging always served to 
drive Barbara to defend her husband earnestly, and so she had resolved that 
day to mend her quarrel with Ed. However, Ed had irritated her further that 
evening, so she had not gone ahead with her plan to serve a nice supper and 
wear her new nightgown. 

But this evening, immediately after Ed had left to pick up Miss Clinton, 
Barbara had relented and had set about implementing her original plan. After 
Ed had returned, the supper had gone off very well. She had made Quiche 
Lorraine, one of the few foreign dishes Ed liked, and she had made it with 
ham instead of bacon, the way Ed liked it. A green salad and a good Chablis 
had perfected the meal, and she knew the table had looked very attractive 
with the red tablecloth, black and white striped napkins, and red candles. 

Now, Ed was already in bed, and Barbara was sure he would appreciate her new 
nightie. 

She crept into the bedroom, glad that Ed had left the bedside lamp on. Ed 
was breathing lightly and she wondered for a split second if he was asleep. 

"Eddie?" she whispered as she reached the bed. 

"Whassamatter, honey?" he mumbled, opening his eyes. 

He smiled when he saw her, and feeling a flutter of excitement, she slipped 
into bed be- side him. 

"Mmmmmmm.. . ." he sighed, his eyes closing again. 

For a few moments, there was silence, and then Barbara, exasperated, asked: 
"Do you like my new nightdress?" Without opening his eyes, Ed mumbled, "Yes 
... it's ... it's...." His voice trailed off, and Barbara, controlling her 
growing irritation, leaned over him lovingly, and began to trace her finger 
lightly down the length of his jawline, stopping at his lips. Slowly, she 
leaned over him, and began to plant hot, fervent little kisses on his 
forehead, his jaws, his lips. She tried to probe at his teeth with her 
tongue, but they were clenched adamantly, and then, with a sigh, Ed turned 
on his side, oblivious of his wife hovering over him. 

His breathing became heavier and more even. Barbara was finally forced to 
acknowledge the humiliating fact that Eddie was not interested in exploring 
her warm, eager body tonight. He was asleep! 

Furious, she pulled abruptly away from him. He shifted only slightly, and 
slept on, his head burrowing into his pillow. 

"Goddamnit!" she moaned bitterly, maddened with disappointment, and rage 
too. Her self-esteem was rapidly undergoing deflation. Resentment seethed 
inside her at the though of the trouble she had gone to to please him 
tonight-how she had taken the first, the hardest step towards 
reconciliation. She had tried her damnedest to repair the torn fabric of 
their relationship, and he couldn't care less! Her long silken hair, so 
lately lovingly brushed and burnished for her husband's admiration, fell 
like a dark velvet curtain over her head, and she sobbed, the tears falling 
down onto the sheets. She was stung by his rejection-because that was what 
it was! Her long abstinence had kindled her body into glowing arousal and 
now it burned in u n f u l f i l l m e n t. 

Ed had always wanted her before-had she left it until too late? Had he lost 
all desire for her? The thought that he no longer wanted her, almost 
unbalanced her. Panic and physical frustration merged together in a 
threatening flood. She rushed nervously into the dining room, where the 
table lay in elegant disarray, a mocking reminder of her earlier intentions. 
Mindlessly, she poured herself another glass of wine, and drank the 
still-chilled beverage in a hasty gulp. She filled herself another glass, 
and half-stumbled over to the mirror which hung in its ornate frame over the 
buffet. She searched her own image anxiously. Her figure was temptingly 
reflected in the soft light. Her new nightgown parted over the round jutting 
curves of her breasts and fell to a foggy darkness below her waist. Scarcely 
aware of her own actions, her hands rose furtively to the heavy swelling of 
the full, well-rounded mounds. 

Her fingers began automatically to stroke the hardening nipples through the 
silky material. A growing current of electric warmth ran through her veins, 
as if her own touch compensated in some way for her husband's coldness. With 
breathtaking clarity, memories of Eddie's lovemaking stirred in her brain. 
She could almost feel his muscular body envelop her, feel his soft yet firm 
caresses, feel the hardness of his blood-filled penis inching its way 
towards the lips of her eagerly waiting, pussy. Her eyes closed, she ran her 
hands mindlessly over her expectant body, desperately trying to soothe her 
loneliness, her aching emptiness. 

"Oooohhhhh ..." a heartfelt gasp couldn't be suppressed as she felt a tiny 
ripple of shuddering desire steal over her. She crumpled to the floor and 
lay on the floor beside the table, where her now-pitiful attempt to create 
an atmosphere, the still-flickering candles, glowed unevenly above her. 
Anguish tormented her. Her husband didn't want her! Moaning, her hands began 
to cup and caress her rounded, curvaceous hips, just like Ed used to do. The 
self-palliative action seemed to incense the fusing fire inside her and she 
was achingly aware of the painful void down between her thighs. The wine 
hadn't helped her, either. It only seemed to dull reason while at the same 
time hone sharply the edge of her desire. 

Clamping together her thighs, she struggled to suppress the insidious 
twitching down there, but the increased pressure only fed the impulse and 
strengthened it into a tightening knot of arousal. As though in a dream, she 
clasped her straining breasts again, and squeezed and stroked the aching, 
neglected flesh. She tentatively pinched the throbbing tips of her nipples, 
seeking to e x t i n g u i s h their burning need. Moaning, she turned over 
on her stomach, pressing the mound of her tingling clitoris into the 
softness of the rug, trying to quench the fire that was suddenly blazing 
there. Desperately she fought the need that was rampaging within her, and to 
control her wild, anarchic brain. 

Lewd images kept superimposing themselves on her fogged consciousness-images 
of her husband, his passion-swelled penis poised at her willing vagina, her 
own thighs invitingly spread. The wine she had drunk united with mounting 
frustration to erode her conscious thought, and she tried to force her body 
to repudiate its growing excitement. But her sexual need, humiliatingly 
thwarted tonight, was not to be denied any longer. Of its own accord, her 
body took control, determining her course of action. Guided by their new, 
ruthless carnal ruler, her hands dug down between her stretched out frame 
and the floor, unerringly seeking the apex of her sensation. 

The tingling in the pit of her stomach had grown to a jabbing fire licking 
around her loins, and pressing the full force of her open palm against the 
gentle rise of her vaginal mound, she felt the first electric contact with 
her tortured nether flesh. She pressed harder, seeking to contain the 
erupting passion within her lithe smooth body. Her finger stole gently into 
the throbbing folds of her pulsating vagina. For a split second, her finger 
brushed against the tiny erogenous nub of her clitoris and she moaned aloud 
from the sudden, searing contact. 

Like a forest fire, the lewd temptation of the forbidden act spread over 
her, unleashing the final vestiges of restraint. With a savage, tormented 
moan, she frantically dug at the source of her burgeoning passion. Moaning 
softly like a wounded puppy, Barbara turned over and slid onto her back, 
allowing her burrowing fingers easier access to the steamy, secret haven 
they craved. Breathing in ragged gasps, she propelled her fingers into the 
hot, famished center of her open cuntal mouth. The soft vibrant candlelight 
played over the supple smoothness of her gleaming flesh as she lay there, 
her fingers groping obscenely in the warm folds of her pussy. Of its own 
volition, her finger sought the hard, erect kernel of her clitoris, and 
teased and tormented the hard little organ into vibrant erection. 

"Mmmmmmmmm ..." she sighed blissfully as her sensitive fingertips grazed the 
softly moistened inner lips, and then dipped hesitantly around the gently 
clasping orifice. With agonizing caution, she guided her long slim digit 
towards the inviting opening, and then with bated breath, she sunk it into 
the close, silky sheath of her own vagina. Jolts of pure unadulterated 
pleasure shot through her, and pleasurable rays emanated from the tender 
friction between finger and cuntal membrane. Eagerly, she explored deeper 
inside her own womanhood, reveling in the auto-executed delight. She could 
feel the warm fleshy walls closed in avidly on her finger, and she suddenly 
knew that one finger was not enough! 

With desperate need, she plunged one, two more of her fingers into the hot, 
moist opening and began to swirl and revolve all three digits around 
frantically in her exploding depths. Her other hand began to squeeze and 
pluck at her breasts, and her nails dug relentlessly into the soft mounds, 
trying to gouge out the demon of desire that lurked there. Crazed lust 
controlled her! Her body, used to, accustomed to full, passionate 
ministration by a warm-blooded sensual male, railed bitterly against this 
crude travesty of fulfillment. Her wine-soaked brain desperately sought an 
answer to her overwhelming passion -a demented search for satiation that 
threatened to engulf her completely and relegate her to the realms of the 
insane. 

Blindly stumbling to her feet, the liquor-dazed woman glared wildly around 
the room. Guided only by the intense yawning abyss of her frustration, she 
mechanically plucked one of the still burning candles from its brass holder, 
and dazedly quenched the flame. 

The more or less conventional action engendered a spark of normalcy in her 
dim consciousness. What am I doing? she faltered. Her nightgown was a 
frothy, disheveled film around her straining body, and her hair was a dark 
tangled matt of lifeless strands. She stared at the long red candle grasped 
in her hand. It's cylindrical shape conjured obscene images in her mind as 
it seemed to dance before her eyes. The lascivious picture of a huge red, 
blood-engorged penis seemed eternally etched on her vision and in her 
delirium she could almost feel the long column of wax throb in her hand. 

She tried to tell herself that what she was doing was wrong, wrong, wrong, 
but her mutinous body refused to listen. She tried to shame herself with the 
memory of her lewd masturbation, but the thought was inflammatory. Vaguely, 
she tried to remember what it was that had driven her to such a pitch of 
unparalleled fever. She recalled the degrading episode in the bedroom not 
even an hour ago, and fresh waves of anger and resentment washed over her 
scourged body. It's all his fault! It's all his fault! she sobbed, dropping 
to the floor again. But allocating blame did not ease her still un-solaced 
hunger, and the flames which had been temporarily appeased now reared once 
more into demonical liveliness. 

Her fingers once more sought the warmth of her palpitating pussy, but even 
in their diligence, they were unable to pacify the raging torrent in her 
anguished vaginal depths. Completely in the vile command of her 
strong-willed body, once more, she began to guide the tall, red pillar of 
the candle between her legs. Fear was mounting in her quaking frame. What 
she was doing was unnatural, but she couldn't help it! She just couldn't 
help it! 

She winced from the contact of the hard edges of wax against the tender 
inner flesh of her desire-swollen cunt. But resolutely, she parted the tiny, 
quivering inner lips with her hand as she steered the red penis-substitute 
towards her sensuously pulsating pussy. 

"Oh God ..." she moaned as she relentlessly drove the lengthy cylinder past 
the flower-shaped opening. It felt cold and hard and unyielding against her 
sensitive inner membrane, but even in spite of the unnatural feeling, her 
elastic cuntal sheath closed in invitingly on the intruding column, and the 
already lubricated interior walls allowed its rigid lifelessness to glide 
easily into her hungrily swallowing depths. With a gasp, she realized that 
it would go no further. It was imbedded right up the mouth of her cervix! 
Immediately, her pelvis began an involuntary gyration against the makeshift 
penis, and warily, at first, but with growing assurance, she began to slide 
the huge candle in and out of her gratefully accepting channel. 

It felt good! She could hardly believe it, but its girth, and length and 
firmness satisfied a need in her for such an object, and new, more 
reassuring waves of familiar pleasure washed over her. 

She began to jerk and twist under her self-fucking, whipping the red candle 
in and out with increasing dexterity. Her loins were grinding up eagerly 
now, and her mouth worked grotesquely in an incessant stream of passionate 
mewls. 

Then, with appalling suddenness, she was on the verge of her yearned for 
release. Furiously, she jammed the wax pole harder and faster into her 
churning cuntal depths. Her body was twisted like a demented whore, as she 
strived to be giver and receiver at once, and her face was flushed with a 
pink moistness from her exertion. And then, she couldn't suppress it, she 
emitted a low, almost mournful wail, as she felt the first shudders of 
long-denied pleasure convulse her. Her head was spinning like a gyroscope 
and a myriad of eclectic colors were reflected against the blank of her 
mind, and the most vivid of all, the most striking, was a bright, ruby 
red-like a candle, like a blood-inflated prick pumping into a hungry, 
pleading vagina, bringing it to a dizzying pinnacle of pleasure. 

Moan after harried moan escaped her lips, as Barbara continued to plunge the 
pseudo-penis up between her widespread legs, until finally a whirlpool like 
spasm took her and shook her from head to toe before finally spinning her 
into a fitful darkness of oblivion. 

Hours later, Barbara was still wide awake. She could not sleep, beyond a 
feverish few minutes, during which she was haunted by an image of a huge 
penis, which changed alternately into a candle, and which chased her around 
and around, trying to catch her.... 

Guilt and mortification were like a heavy pall over her, which she could not 
shake off. She was sickened by the memory of what she had done, and 
disgusted at the extent to which her body had betrayed her. She felt 
unclean, defiled and wondered if she could ever think herself normal again. 

Finally, as dawn was breaking, and was sending eerie grey fingers of light 
into the bedroom, Barbara drifted into an uneasy sleep, the slumber of the 
physically and emotionally exhausted. 

 CHAPTER 3 

Dave Berry smoked a cigarette as he watched Barbara Smothers tenderly snip a 
blood-red rose from the European bush. There was something sensual, he 
thought, about the way she gently disentangled each thorny stem from the 
body of the rosebush and then almost lovingly laid it beside the others in 
the wicker basket. The vivid crimson of the beautiful flowers was a striking 
contrast to the shimmering ebony of her long hair which swung down over her 
face as she leaned over her work. As usual, Dave felt a stirring of desire 
as he looked at the sylphlike figure of his partner's wife. He had been 
attracted to Barbara from the start, not only because she was so 
pretty-beautiful, in fact-but because she was so unattainable, and a 
perverse streak in him made him want her all the more, because of that. 

She looked like a dream, he thought, stubbing out his finished cigarette, as 
he watched her gather up her basket of roses, and walk towards the house, 
the yellow of her sundress glinting like new gold in the summer sunlight. 

He heard her in the kitchen, and wanted to join her there, but knew she 
would not welcome him. He was aware of her barely hidden contempt for him, 
the other drivers, and most of all, for the whole business. Dave was furious 
over her stuck-up ways, particularly in regard to himself, but also because 
he really liked the cab-driving business, and he and Ed seemed to be really 
making a go of it, even thinking of adding another car to the fleet, making 
five in all. 

Working so closely with Ed, he had noticed the strain in him over the past 
couple of weeks, and had guessed that he and Barbara had had another fight. 
He chuckled to himself now as he thought of the conversation he had heard 
snatches of on the intercom last night between Ed and Doreen Clinton. He 
hadn't meant to listen, naturally, but when he heard that broad tell Ed how 
good-looking he was, he had to eavesdrop. He had seen Doreen Clinton a few 
times in town, and while he recognized her flamboyant kind of sexuality, 
didn't go for her type. Judging by the way Ed acted when he came back last 
night, Dave smiled to himself. Doreen Clinton is just his type! He and Ed 
took turns at driving at night, as one of them had to stay by the phone, and 
they didn't want to keep Pat, the young helper, later than necessary. He 
felt a cruel delight now at the thought that Mrs. Stuck-up Smothers had a 
husband who cheated on her, and she didn't even know it. This revelation 
gave Dave new courage, and he decided that he might just say hello to young 
Mrs. Smothers after all. 

She was arranging the roses in a white milk-glass vase as he walked into the 
sitting room. 

"There's not much doing this afternoon!" he said breezily. 

"Oh!" she said tonelessly, continuing with her flower arranging. 

"Must be the weather-too hot to go anywhere!" he continued cheerily. 

His eyes feasted hungrily on the jutting protuberance of her high-swept 
breasts, the tops of which were barely discernible above the rounded neck of 
the sundress. The yellow of the material gave her usually ivory skin an 
attractive golden hue, and little loose wisps of hair curled around her 
temples from the humidity. He felt irked by her unresponsiveness, and was 
angered by the return of the feelings of inferiority and discomfort which he 
usually felt in her presence. Conceited little bitch! he fumed to himself, 
as she turned around, carrying the vase. 

He was directly in the path of the sideboard, where she wished to place the 
vase. 

"Excuse me!" she said coldly, staring at him unseeingly. 

"Certainly, ma'am!" he mocked, moving to one side. As she brushed past him, 
his hand swept up in a lazy movement and idly brushed across the front of 
her dress, grazing the enticing curve of her breasts. 

"Mmmmm, they're nice ...." he murmured. 

He felt her stiffen, and a scarlet blush crept over her startled face. 

"Wha...?" she faltered. 

"The roses," he smiled, gesturing to them. "They're really nice!" 

Flustered, Barbara placed the vase on the sideboard, unwilling to turn 
around and face Dave again. But, to her relief, she heard him mutter, "See 
you later," and heard the door close behind him. 

She held on to the edge of the mahogany credenza, trying to still her 
fluttering heart. Had she imagined it? Did he really touch her breasts? It 
had all happened so suddenly. Warily, she touched her breasts herself, and 
with a shock, found that the nipples were animatedly erect. A shiver of 
revulsion coursed through her. She shouldn't have let him get away with it. 
Did he think he could paw at her like that, as if he had a right to do it? 
But it was an accident! The thought leaped into her mind, and she seized on 
it gratefully. Of course, he had brushed up against her unintentionally, and 
that lewd, mocking remark he made was about the roses, naturally, or teas 
it? 

Her mind was haunted all the rest of the afternoon as she went about her 
housework, and the nagging question was still unanswered to her satisfaction 
when Dave came into the kitchen again. She was at the sink, peeling 
potatoes, and he walked right up beside her. 

"May I have a drink of water?" he asked, in the tone, Barbara thought, of a 
chastised schoolboy. 

Quickly, she moved out of his way, and in her nervous haste, she dropped the 
potato knife, which fell with a clatter onto the handmade terra cotta tiles 
from Provence. She hesitated for an instant, wondering if Dave would 
retrieve it for her, but when he made to move, she bent down herself. 

"Excuse me, I should have gotten that for you!" she heard Dave say, and then 
he was beside her, bending down, his hand briefly touching hers as he picked 
up the instrument. Horrified, she felt his hips close to her as he doubled 
over, and with revulsion commingled with disbelief, felt for a brief instant 
the hard rigid length of his penis pressing into the flesh of her buttock. 
Then simultaneously, they both straightened up, and Barbara found that he 
was staring straight at her. 

The sensation of his thick, long penis burning against her flesh was like a 
firebrand in her memory, as he smiled at her. 

"Useful instrument! No woman should be without one!" 

Barbara gaped at him, openmouthed. Oh God, what did he think she was? She 
didn't have to take his insults, endure his leering looks.... Through her 
daze of anger and humiliation, she saw that he was handing the potato peeler 
to her, and a wave of relief swept over her. A near hysterical giggle burst 
from her lips as she took the paring knife from him. Of course, he was 
referring to the knife, a useful instrument and not.... 

Still smiling quizzically at her, Dave left the kitchen. 

Barbara sank down gratefully in a kitchen chair. She was quivering and her 
heart was pounding in her ribcage. What's wrong with me? she thought 
desperately, first imagining that he touched my breasts, and now thinking 
that he touched me with his penis intentionally! An illicit thrill shot 
through her involuntarily and try as she might, she could not dispel the 
lurking memory of his hot, hard penis jutting into her soft flesh. She felt 
a niggling tingling between her legs, and clamped them together tight, 
clenching her eyes shut in an effort to banish the lurid sensation. By dint 
of willpower, the burning in her loins ceased reluctantly, but her mind 
steadfastly refused to give up its adherence to the lewd yet exciting memory 
of the alien touches on her body, and with mounting apprehension, Barbara 
forced herself to return to her everyday tasks. 

* * * 

"Would you mind making me a cup of coffee?" Barbara jumped when she heard 
Dave's soft voice behind her in the kitchen. 

"Of course not. It'll be ready in a minute!" she replied without turning 
around, and put some water on to boil. She heard Dave sliding into the 
breakfast nook, and busied herself with taking down a mug, and spooning 
instant coffee into it. 

"Why don't you have one with me?" Dave asked, and Barbara automatically 
reached for another mug. A cup of coffee would do me good, she shrugged, 
conscious of Dave's eyes boring into her. 

She laid the two mugs of steaming coffee on the Formica table top, and then 
slid onto the curved seat, so that she was facing Dave, looking at him for 
the first time since he came into the kitchen. Immediately, the memory of 
his hot branding penis searing into her reinstated itself in her mind. Was 
it only yesterday that it had happened?-it seemed like light-years away. 

"What's on you mind? You look troubled!" Dave inquired as he pulled a small 
bottle of brandy from his pocket and generously laced their coffee with it 
without asking. 

Barbara jumped. Did he knew what she was thinking? Embarrassment swept over 
her, engulfing her completely and making her forget her protest over the 
brandy. Tears rushed to her eyes. She fought to control them, hoping her 
husband's partner would not notice. It was foolish, she knew, but she 
couldn't help it. She felt so lost, so alone. If only she had a friend ... 
someone she could confide in. All her problems seemed to be getting worse. 
First there was that awful thing she had done to herself the other night 
with the candle, and then, last night, Ed had shoved her away when she tried 
to kiss him, and was asleep before she could even ask him what was the 
matter. And now, she was on the verge of tears, in the presence of the man 
who had so crudely touched her yesterday. It was suddenly all too much for 
her! 

"Oh, Dave," she sobbed, "I don't know what to do!" 

Dave was beside her now on the seat and his hand was on her shoulder. 

"Tell me what's wrong," he suggested quietly as he lifted her cup to her 
lips and made her drink it all the way down. Barbara almost choked on the 
strongly swirling liquid now in her stomach but after a moment it passed. 

"It's ... it's nothing!" she blubbered, allowing him to ease her over 
slightly, so she was leaning against him. It felt so good, sitting so close 
to him, comforting and safe with the dizzying effect of the brandy suddenly 
fogging her mind. 

"That's better, isn't it?" Dave murmured, and poured her another which she 
quickly pressed to her lips. Barbara felt herself relax. Dave continued to 
soothe her and a semblance of peace returned to her for the first time in 
weeks. 

Then, in spite of the peaceful euphoria of the brandy, she stiffened 
suddenly, her peace shattered, as she felt a hand on her thigh, clasping it 
firmly. She opened her eyes, determined to push his arm away, but there was 
strength and tranquility in his touch, and as he began to massage the pliant 
flesh, she didn't really want him to stop. It was so soothing and calming, 
she'd stop him in a minute. But right now, she needed it. The brandy had 
done its work well. 

And then Dave's hand was gliding up the smooth flesh of her thigh, under the 
cotton of her summer dress. 'His other hand still rested protectively on her 
shoulder and-stroked it in a slow, insistent motion. Dave's fingers were 
reaching up, probing, searching. She felt paralyzed. She didn't want this to 
happen, but she couldn't, she just couldn't stop his teasing progress. It 
was as if her numbed, fogged brain refused to cooperate with her, and all 
she could do was allow the softness of his caressing to continue. She felt a 
warm, strong palm on her naked stomach-it rested there momentarily, and then 
the fingers slid down and insinuated themselves under the waistband of her 
panties. 

"No! No! Stop it!" she moaned, struggling feebly to escape her husband's 
partner's lewd ministrations. 

"Take it easy, Barbie, it's all right..." his voice droned on, and she was 
hypnotized by it. 

She held her breath as Dave's fingertips came into electrifying contact with 
the first soft, curling strands of her pubic fleece, and then he was easing 
down the silken panties, rolling them down and sliding them under her 
unresisting buttocks, until they were bunched uselessly at the top of her 
thighs. 

Conflicting feelings rioted inside Barbie's alcohol and emotionally dazed 
brain. Revulsion and disgust at allowing herself to be used like this, by 
this man who until now had repulsed her; the feeling of complete 
helplessness which made her a puppet in his hands; and worst of all, the 
lurid chilling thrill-a thrill she couldn't deny-that she felt at the 
thought of how she must appear, legs splayed, dress gathered up around her 
hips, her panties hanging around her thighs, and her husband's business 
partner teasing his fingers around in her vagina! 

This is wrong, wrong stop before it's too late! reason warned her darkly, 
but just then the tip of Dave's finger found the narrow sensitive split of 
her pussy and eagerly probed into it, parting the softly throbbing folds. It 
was too late now to stop! Forbidden sparks erupted deep in the base of her 
stomach, and lightning-like chills rippled along her spine and spread to run 
like wildfire down her long, tapering legs. His finger played along the 
tender moist furrow, dipping gently into the moist velvety recesses, then 
flicked tantalizingly at the tiny button of her clitoris. 

She was moaning in a low kitten-like voice. She liked his touch on her 
vagina! She was starved, for love, for attention, and her own feeble attempt 
to satisfy herself with the candle was not enough; she wanted a man to love 
and caress and pet her! 

Dave looked down at her with a growing feeling of self pride. He could 
hardly believe that this was Mrs. Ed Smothers, that proud stuck-up bitch, 
squirming around under his teasing fingers. She won't be so stand-offish, in 
the future, he thought arrogantly, not after she's gone crazy over my finger 
in her hot little cunt! 

His fingers toyed with the burgeoning bud of her swelling clitoris, goading 
it into blood-filled erection, swirling the helplessly aroused young woman 
into further frenzies of burning desire. 

"Oh, God, it's so good ..." she moaned unconsciously, pressing her 
desire-drenched pussy mound up towards his slowly rotating middle finger. 

Barbara had no concern now for any of the cautions which had held her back 
before. Her entire vaginal area was aflame and there was a sizzling, 
demanding fire in her body, increased a hundredfold by her abstention of the 
last few weeks, and kindled into a raging inferno from the forbiddenness of 
the act she was engaged in with her own husband's partner. 

"Mmmmmnnnn ..." she sighed as the teasing, working fingers parted the sparse 
curls of her pubic hair and probed at the softly pulsating mouth nestled up 
between her open thighs. Then, she gasped aloud as, with a sudden thrusting 
motion, two fingers rushed inside the moistly quivering cuntal passage, the 
tips scraping sensuously against the tender inner membrane. The fingers 
swirled around inside her clasping canal, scouting up new, overwhelming 
sensations. Her pelvis was churning now, her buttocks moist and warm against 
the vinyl of the seat, her hair falling wildly around her face. 

"Oh, God, don't ... stop ... now ..." she panted, voluntarily splaying her 
legs even wider, the outward pressure forcing her flimsy white panties down 
to her ankles, and grinding her twitching, passion-enflamed pussy up against 
Dave's hand. She was like a woman possessed. She was almost lying on the 
breakfast nook bench, her sensuous young mouth working grotesquely as she 
moaned and mewled, oblivious to everything but the urgency of her need for 
release. Her eyes opened for an instant, and she caught a glimpse of Dave's 
face-there was lust gleaming there, and something else-contempt, too. Scorn 
for her willingness to succumb him, disdain for the utter lewdness of her 
abandon. But somehow, in her lust-crazed state of mind, his contempt and 
derision only served to magnify the perverse pleasure that gave her passion 
impetus, and her intense, complete arousal was just an extension of 
self-loathing and mortification. 

A flush of white-hot heat was sweeping over her now and her firm white 
buttocks began to take on a more insistent grinding rhythm. 

A drug-like dizziness pervaded her brain, sending obscene images of herself 
juxtapositioned as she was in an incredibly abandoned pose shooting through 
her mind with startling clarity. The small eddies of pleasure surged with 
frightening suddenness into overpowering currents of raging ecstasy which 
swept her along like flotsam towards the cascade of a mighty waterfall. And 
then she was suddenly, and without warning, crashing over the edge, her 
entire being swept along in a series of rending, cataclysmic quakes which 
wracked the whole of her nakedly impaled cunt and left her breathless. A 
mixture of insane laughing and hysterical sobbing convulsed her as she 
fought to control the extent of her release; and lost; and her fear came 
from the enormity of her release. 

"Yessss ... yessss ... YEEESSSSSS ..." she sobbed mindlessly as she flailed 
and tossed about under the continued surging and probing of her husband's 
partner's dampened fingers in her hungrily contracting pussy. 

Dave leered victoriously at her as she lay there, panting for breath as the 
last of her fiery spasms weakened. 

Now I have her where I want her, he thought with satisfaction. This is Step 
One-The snooty little bitch won't high-hat me anymore. ... 

Reality, frighteningly humiliating reality slowly returned to the prostrate 
figure of the young woman. Her inner thighs felt damp and sticky-a legacy 
from her tremendous release -and with painful slowness, she raised herself 
up on her elbow, and forced herself to look at Dave. 

He was calmly smoking a cigarette, seemingly oblivious to the dark, 
glistening patch of her vagina still lewdly naked to his eyes. He still had 
that leering, contemptuous half smile on his lips, and Barbara stared at him 
in open-mouthed horror. The enormity of what she had done came and struck 
her like a fist. She had submitted to this man's vile probings, encouraged 
his prurient touches on her secret areas, even went so far as to actually 
climax under his illicitly caressing fingers right here in her own kitchen! 
She had let him fingerfuck her! 

"Oh, God, no! No!" Barbara sobbed, desperately extricating herself from the 
curve of the breakfast nook. Convulsed with sobs, and without a backward 
glance at the instigator of her misery, she dashed into the bedroom, 
mindless of her disheveled appearance, forgetful of the silken strip of her 
panties lying defeatedly discarded on the floor at her husband's partner's 
feet. 

 CHAPTER 4 

"But I'm telling you, it's all a mistake! It never would have happened if I 
hadn't been so upset..." Barbara pleaded, uncomfortable under Dave's laconic 
stare. Nothing she said seemed to convince him that she meant what she 
said-that the mortifying experience she'd had in the breakfast was an 
isolated, unfortunate incident. 

"Oh come on, honey," Dave cajoled, breaking his silence, "when am I going to 
get into that nookie of yours? You can't deny you loved my finger in there 
..." Barbara didn't know what to do. Dave had been badgering her for the 
past few days, hinting at continuing their experiment, making vulgar remarks 
about how she had enjoyed his fingering of her vagina. The last few days 
were like a nightmare, horrible and frightening, from which she could not 
wake up. And Dave was like some ghoul resurrected from the underground of 
her psyche, bent on breaking her to his fiendish will. In her desperation, 
she had thought about telling the whole story to Ed, but she held back, 
fearing in her heart of hearts that he would be angry, disgusted, 
unsympathetic. If he hadn't been so strangely preoccupied of late, 
constantly dashing back and forth without more than a hurried greeting to 
her, she felt sure that he would have noticed Dave's behavior. He was 
getting more blatant, constantly trying to touch her, making coarse remarks, 
and she was positive that Pat and the other two drivers had noticed his new 
familiarity with her. 

"How about it, baby?" Dave leered again, his hand casually squeezing her 
thigh. 

"Take your hands off me!" she snapped suddenly, her patience ebbing. "Just 
who do you think you are?" 

Dave glared back at her, his eyes flashing. 

"I'm the guy that you spread your legs for and let fingerfuck your cunt, 
that's who!" he snarled. 

"How-how dare you?" she stammered, aghast at his effrontery. "I'll tell Ed 
..." she finished desperately. 

Dave was really angry. She had, incredibly, reverted to her aloof ways after 
the incident in which she reached a climax from his caresses, just when he 
had thought he had all but subjugated her, and Dave Berry wasn't one to 
suffer such slights without reprisals. 

"Ed couldn't give a damn!" he jeered, "he's too busy lay in' that blonde 
floozie of his to spare you a thought." 

Barbara recoiled under his insult. Hot, angry retorts stuck in her craw as 
she fought to control the panic rising in her. God, what did he mean? Was he 
just saying that to get her to submit to him? 

"I don't believe you!" she cried, her eyes wild, two red splotches of color 
daubed on her cheeks. 

"Suit yourself, but if he's getting some on the side, I see no reason why 
you shouldn't too!" 

"I knew it!" she flung hysterically. "It's all a dirty trick to get me to 
give in to you! But I won't! I won't!" Dry, harsh sobs wracked her body. 
This man was uttering vile, filthy lies about Ed, and she wouldn't listen to 
another word! 

"Why don't we take a little drive, and you can see for yourself? Ed probably 
won't mind if we eavesdrop a little ..." 

"How dare you suggest that I spy on my husband?" Barbara accused 
convulsively. 

Dave swore under his breath. She was proving harder to convince that he'd 
thought, and he was infuriated by her naive insistence on believing her 
husband's virtue and on casting him in the role of complete scoundrel. 

"You come with me, you snotty little bitch, or we'll see what your precious 
husband has to say about these!" Fishing in the pocket of his sports jacket, 
he withdrew a small silky piece of bunched up fabric which he elaborately 
unfolded and lay on the coffee table before her, fastidiously smoothing out 
the creases. It was her panties! Barbara choked back a sob! Oh God, she 
moaned, where would it all end? Their scanty whiteness was a fresh reminder 
of her scandalous conduct, and shame crimsoned her cheeks as she recalled 
her lewd haste to discard them, remembering how she had splayed her legs 
even further apart for his hand, glad to be free of them ... 

Humiliated, she raised her eyes from the obscene memento, and looked at 
Dave. There was an evil, twisted leer on his face, and a tremendous feeling 
of despair and defeat enveloped as she read victory in his contorted 
features. 

"All right, I'll go with you," she said haughtily, trying to regain the 
shreds of self-composure which were eluding her, "but you'll have to eat 
your words when we find Ed's by himself!" 

"Okay, ma'am ..." he sneered confidently, leading the way to his cab. 

* * * 

Ed lay back blissfully, basking in Doreen's expert ministrations. He sighed 
ecstatically as she began licking, with a slow, tickling motion, at the limp 
expanse of his prick, dabbing at the soft flaccid skin of his inert 
testicles. Shudders raced up and down his spine as he saw the relaxed organ 
unbelievably coming to life again under her magical tongue. 

"Oh, God, baby, I've never known anyone like you!" he gasped, burying his 
hands in the superb palomino mane of her hair which hung down like a wheaten 
veil around her face. Doreen smiled at his heartfelt compliment and then 
brought her mouth down over the burgeoning head of his awakening cock, 
enclosing its rubbery circumference completely in her velvety mouth. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh ..." he moaned, giving himself over completely to the 
excruciating sensations which engulfed him as Doreen began to caress the 
imprisoned head with her tongue, flicking with the tip at the tiny opening. 
The last few days had been an orgy of delectable feelings for him. Every 
possible moment he had to spare, he spent it at Doreen's, and there was no 
denying it that she welcomed him. He had experienced the ultimate in sensual 
pleasure with this remarkable older woman, and he felt as if there was no 
other woman on earth but her. 

She continued to suck and lick his growing organ, and with one hand, she 
massaged the soft wrinkled skin of his testes, while she stroked and rubbed 
the stubby base of his penis with the other. She released the now-bulbous 
head of his engorged prick from her mouth, and lowered her working tongue to 
the squirming sac of his balls. Almost artistically, she painted the 
sperm-bloated testicles with her warm saliva, increasing the riotous 
sensations already there. She continued to coat lovingly the writhing sac, 
while her hand pumped teasingly on the turgid length of his shaft, making Ed 
toss and flail wildly under the lariat-like strokes of her tongue. Then her 
tongue swirled once more around the protuberant column of rigid flesh, and 
she began to suck on it with renewed strength. She slid her soft firm lips 
down the full glistening length of it, until the spongy head grazed her 
esophagus, and then she slithered up his heated hardness again, stopping 
just under the smooth rubbery head. 

Tremendous flurries of steaming heat were gathering inside him, and the lewd 
revelation that he was being sucked under such illicit circumstances, added 
to his growing passion. 

"Oh, Christ... oh keep sucking!" he groaned, feeling uncontrollable, 
undeniable surges of fiery warmth sweeping him along on the road to ecstasy. 

* * * 

Silently, Barbara followed Dave around the back of the dimly lit, isolated 
bungalow. She tried to banish the nagging doubts that had begun to assail 
her when, on reaching the lonely country house, they saw a familiar cab 
standing in front. She had closed her ears to Dave's triumphant snicker, 
desperately trying to cling to her belief in her husband's innocence. 
Cautiously, they stepped over the flagstones on the patio, and edged their 
way over towards the left, where a dim light flickered through the closed 
French windows. With furiously pounding heart, Barbara obeyed her 
companion's beckoning and edged closer to the tall panes of glass. With a 
sinking feeling, she discerned a sneering, mocking grin on Dave's face, and 
then, with misgivings, she peered through the elegant panels. 

For a moment, she could see absolutely nothing other than the furniture of a 
bedroom, and was about to turn victoriously to Dave, when a movement caught 
her attention from the corner of her eye. Craning her neck, she looked 
harder, and then, a strangled agonized moan escaped from her lips. It wasn't 
true! IT COULDN"T BE! her mind boggled. She blinked her eyes, trying to 
dispel the lewd panorama which unfolded itself before her astonished gaze, 
but it was no use! Sickened with abject horror, she watched in utter disgust 
at the obscenely spread-eagled form of Ed, her own husband, on the rose-pink 
crepe bedspread. She had to stop herself from crying out in complete 
loathing as she witnessed the ripe, red lips of a totally naked blonde close 
rapturously around the red, fiery shaft of her husband's penis! Oh God, this 
isn't happening! her tormented mind screamed. 

"Well, Barbie baby, what do you think of that?" she heard Dave hiss 
triumphantly behind her. Openmouthed, she turned to look at him and her 
revulsion tempted her to scratch and claw at his leering face until it was a 
mesh of raw wounds. But she couldn't even do that. He had been right! First, 
he had possessed her not wholly of course, but in that obscene way, and now 
he increased his evil hold over her by his knowledge of Ed's adulterous 
conduct and her own shock over it. Numbed, she turned her dazed attention 
back to the perverted scene within, as if to convince herself that she had 
perhaps, after all, imagined the entire revolting sequence. 

But it was not her imagination. In disbelief, she watched the unknown woman 
wash and lave her husband's testicles with her long pink tongue, while the 
long, shapely fingers of her hand circled around the bobbing hardness of the 
shaft itself, and begin a frenzied milking movement on the jutting organ. 
Barbara was sure she could see the length of it actually growing under the 
blonde's mechanical pumping and unconsciously her own hand began a 
sympathetic convulsive clutching. Aghast, she watched the other woman 
enclose Ed's penis again in her mouth, and Barbara could see her shapely, 
curved lips oval and stretch wide around its full circumference. As if 
mesmerized, she continued to watch as the unknown woman's mouth nibbled 
slowly down the length of the blood-fused rod, until Barbara was sure that 
she would choke from the throbbing mass of flesh that crammed her mouth, but 
the blonde seemed to revel in it, even, it seemed to Barbara, trying to 
encase more and more of it in her hungrily accepting throat. There was a 
lewd hypnotic quality in the quickening rhythm with which the thick girth of 
her husband's prick slipped in and out of the older woman's willing mouth 
and Barbara continued to gape with a mixed feeling of compulsion and 
revulsion. 

She was scarcely aware of Dave inching closer behind her, and she hardly 
noticed when he laid his hand on her shoulder and began massaging it, in 
time to Doreen's furious bobbing up and down on Ed's turgid cock. 

Maybe this'll change her mind, Dave chuckled to himself, now that she see's 
what her husband's getting! Thoughts of his partner's wife's luscious, milky 
young body danced in his head, and feverishly he imagined how it would look, 
feel, taste when he finally had his way. For days, he had tormented himself 
with the vision of her lovely nakedness, and now he gave full rein to his 
imagination sure at last of achieving his aim. His prick leapt into instant 
erection, urged on by his seething imagination, and it pushed and jiggled 
hotly against his leg as it soared into tumescent hardness. He stared with 
wide, gaping eyes at the salacious scene transpiring before him, his own 
passion growing and keeping pace with the gathering force of his business 
partner's excitement. 

Barbara winced, a chill cutting through her, when she felt the hot, melting 
contact of hard male flesh back against her buttocks. She held her breath, 
eyes still fixed avidly on the sight of her husband being sucked by a 
beautiful, blonde stranger, as Dave moved even closer to her, his heated, 
pulsating prick vibrating against her nervously trembling flesh. She 
shivered as Dave's hands glided up to move caressingly along the smooth 
contours of her hips, and somehow she was powerless to stop him. The lewd 
activity she was witnessing in the faintly-lit bedroom seemed to rob her of 
the will to do anything but stand and watch. Dave's roughened, strong palms 
continued to stroke her thighs, imperceptibly pulling her back gently until 
the growing, burgeoning bulge of his prick was wedged tightly between the 
soft, resilient cheeks of her buttocks, tightly encased in her new 
butter-yellow capri pants. He began to rotate it slightly, creating new, 
strange friction between his eager, hungry flesh and her quavering, uneasy 
frame. Both pair of eyes remained welded on the increasing tempo of Doreen's 
voracious sucking of Ed's wildly churning cock. 

Doreen felt tiny, almost vicarious thrills rippling along her spine. She 
always felt a glowing sense of delight and gratification when she saw the 
fever-pitch to which she could rouse men, and this time was no exception. 

Ed's face was flushed and steamy, and his mouth was twisted in a gross 
distortion as he mewled and moaned incessantly. His body, heated with 
perspiration, buckled and straightened as he was convulsed with each new 
wave of pleasure induced by her expert licking and sucking of his cock, and 
Doreen knew that it wouldn't be long until he came. Already, she could taste 
a few droplets of premature seminal fluid which seeped from the tiny slit at 
the tip of his angry, blood-red prick, and she could almost feel the 
roiling, seething fury of the sperm building down in his hardening balls. 
No, it won't be much longer now, she smiled, increasing the already 
considerable pressure she was exerting on his tortured cock. 

As Barbara continued to eavesdrop, new, more assertive feelings replaced her 
initial ones. Anger was beginning to show its ugly head in her heart. She 
had already experienced the trauma of feeling that her whole world, namely, 
her marriage, which she felt was built on love, trust and mutual loyalty, 
had come crashing down around her like a house made from a deck of cards. 
Now her wounded pride sparked off little flames of anger. Ed had deceived 
her! No wonder he had been so aloof, so disinterested of late! Her fighting 
spirit urged her to dash in there, put a stop to the perverted, disgusting 
act. 

She felt keenly the need to hurt, take revenge, punish her husband, by 
catching him in the act, thereby embarrassing him and mortifying him as she 
had been. She wanted to see the look on his face when he was discovered, 
wanted him to know the extent of her humiliation, her hurt. She was the 
innocent party-he had smeared the very ideals of their union with his base 
submission to this horrible oral sex! But she wasn't completely innocent! 
The reminder jumped suddenly into her churning mind. Even now, she was 
undulating, oh so slightly, pressing her buttocks back against Dave's more 
insistent prodding. She was allowing him, Ed's business partner, to caress 
her breasts through her silk blouse, and what's more, she was enjoying it! 
She was as bad as her husband! 

I can't stand it! I can't stand it a minute longer! she moaned. She was 
completely confused again, in the wake of this new revelation. She wanted to 
leave, tear herself away from the scene of her rude awakening, as it were, 
to the faults and failings in herself, her husband, her whole marital 
structure. It was all too much to take at once, especially as her body was 
once more reveling in Dave's illicit attentions. She turned to Dave, 
intending to order, beg, plead with or if necessary implore him to take her 
away from this awful place. But his eyes, glassy with increasing lust, and 
seemingly irrevocably riveted on the carnal transaction within, seemed to 
look right through her when she finally caught his attention. 

But just then, a half-human, passion-filled voice rang out: "Oh, Christ... 
oh keep sucking!" 

Horrified, Barbara once more gazed into the other woman's bedroom. She could 
see that Ed was flailing and tossing like a shaken rag doll. Was he actually 
going to reach a climax like that, in that woman's mouth? she wondered in 
lewd fascination, and, as if in answer to her question, her husband's voice 
gasped out again. 

"Oh God ... suck it! Suck it! SUCK IT!!!! ... I'm ... going ... to ... cu 
... cu CUUUMMMMMMM ...!!!!" 

His savage climactic wails luridly thrilled the horrified Barbara, and she 
watched dumbfounded as his raucous cries preceded the seeming detonation of 
his pent-up shower of foamy sperm, which finally erupted and shot forth in a 
white, sticky jet. Barbara could hardly believe it as she watched the 
unknown blonde gulp and swallow the long milky stream of her husband's 
semen. Doreen's cheeks filled and hollowed like a leather bellows as Ed 
continued to pump into her, and Barbara wondered how the other woman could 
keep from choking, so fast and furious was the flow of her husband's 
copiously jetting semen. Barbara could see that a tiny trickle of the creamy 
fluid trickled out of the corner of the blonde's mouth as she persisted in 
her determined effort to swallow the whole lewd offering. 

Finally, it seemed as if she had milked him dry! Barbara could only continue 
to gape as Ed finally lay back on the bed, his prick limp and retracting, 
while the other woman continued to suck and lick his retreating flesh, until 
she too, realizing it was over, released it from her mouth, and lay beside 
Barbara's husband on the luxurious bedspread. 

Barbara continued to stare unseeingly for many minutes, hardly aware that 
all action had ceased. 

"Let's get out of here!" she heard Dave whisper hoarsely, and wordlessly, 
she allowed him to lead her away from the French Windows. 

 CHAPTER 5 

The next few minutes were utter chaos, as far as Barbara was concerned. She 
was dimly aware of getting in the back of the cab, of being driven for a 
short while, and of the cab being parked. Dazed, she looked around her. It 
was pitch dark. There was no light, no vaguely familiar feature, no sign of 
life at all. 

"W-Where are we?" she whispered tearfully to Dave, who was settling on the 
seat beside her. 

"I just turned off on a back road, to give us a chance to decide what to 
do!" David replied. 

"Do?" Barbara croaked puzzled, and then she collapsed in tears. Dave 
gathered her in his arms, and her whole body shook with the force of the 
shuddering cries which convulsed her, and she clung to the lapels of his 
jacket, as if afraid to let go. 

"There now, take it easy honey..." he soothed, stroking her hair, patting 
her back, encouraging her to lean on his chest. Gradually, her sobs quieted, 
and then, in a sudden movement, Dave was kissing her, his thin hard lips 
bruising savagely against her trembling full ones. Her defenses swept away, 
she found herself responding to him, and her mouth opened willingly as he 
pressed his heated tongue against her teeth. His organ swirled around inside 
her warm, soft mouth, and she was surprised at the force of the excitement 
he invoked in her. 

"Oh Dave..." she murmured, clinging to him. Dave, still trembling on the 
brink of the passion which had risen in him from watching Ed and Doreen 
Clinton engaged in wild, abandoned oral sex, cautioned himself to take his 
time. He didn't want to move too fast-if he did, the trust she was building 
up in him would be shattered and she would resist him. Far better to take it 
slow right now. 

"There, there, Barbie ..." he whispered, "just relax ... try to forget that 
you saw Ed in there with that woman ... try not to remember about how she 
sucked your husband's cock...." His lewd words droned on, and Barbara felt 
herself lulled into a kind of yielding torpor, and she did not object when 
she felt Dave's hands on the buttons of her silk blouse, opening them one by 
one. She didn't even finish when his fingers grazed lightly over the 
heaving, swelling flesh of her breasts, encased in a white nylon bra. 

"It'll be all right..." he continued ... "Ed is cheating on you, but 
everything will work out all right...." His mesmerizing words sunk into her 
consciousness as his fingers burrowed into the cups of her bra, rolling and 
tweaking the little caps of her nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh into 
hard rigidity. Ed was cheating on her ... she saw him with her own two eyes 
... he had hurt her beyond belief, and she'd find a way to pay him back. ... 
With increasing confidence, Dave silently unzipped Barbie's tight yellow 
pants. He could feel resistance ebbing away from her body every second, and 
the time was almost ripe for her complete submission to him. Slowly, he 
insinuated his hand inside the waistband, where he held it poised for a 
moment, waiting for an adverse reaction, but there was none, and he 
continued on his titillating journey. He slipped a finger beneath her satiny 
panties, feeling the hot resiliency of her abdominal flesh, and then glided 
it down towards his exciting destination. He felt her wince from the initial 
contact with the silky strands of her dark pubic curls. But still she did 
not object, and he inched his way down to the warm, soft furrow of her 
vaginal split. 

She jumped as if electrified from the searing touch of his finger on her 
genitals. The jarring sensation seemed to awake her relaxed guard, and with 
an abrupt movement, she yanked his hand away, disengaging it from her 
panties. 

"What's wrong, honey?" Dave queried, his hand still lodged inside her Capri 
pants. He swallowed his disappointment, and tried to control his mounting 
anger at being thwarted. 

"What's wrong?" she mimicked, her voice rising. "You put your hands inside 
my panties and try to touch me down there, and you ask what's wrong!" 

"Don't act Miss Innocent with me!" Dave snapped. "You didn't seem to be 
objecting!" 

"I was upset, and you took advantage of me, pretending to be my friend..." 
her voice was shrill. 

"I wasn't pretending anything!" Dave flared back. "I just wanted to get a 
taste of that pussy of yours...." 

"Ohhh! ..." she sobbed, "you scheming ... ! 

You low-down vulgar...." 

A harsh stinging slap silenced her hysterical accusations. She stared 
openmouthed at Dave, her hand touching the reddening patch on her cheek 
where his hand had landed. 

"You bastard!" she breathed, her eyes burning. "Take me home ... at once!" 

Her imperious tone and disdainful look was too much for Dave. He had taken 
all he could from this haughty bitch, and her teasing, vacillating ways. 
With a bestial snarl, he grabbed her, and began to tear her clothes from her 
body, ripping her blouse, yanking her pants off in a single movement. 
Finally he tore off her bra, and stripped off her flimsy white panties, 
leaving her completely naked and cowering in the back of the cab. 

"Leave me alone..." she cried feebly, "or I'll call for help!" 

"Hah!" he mocked, "there's no one around here for miles, except Ed, and he's 
much too busy to hear!" 

Barbara, realizing the truth of his statement, tried a different tactic. 

"Please Dave, I didn't mean what I said. Let's go home and...." 

"Shut up!" he rasped. "I've heard enough from you!" 

His eyes were feasting on the pale lusciousness of her nude body. He could 
see the soft roundness of her curves as she curled herself up protectively, 
and suddenly, he decided he had waited long enough. With a savage grunt, he 
flung himself on her, and his mouth traveled all over her struggling body, 
nipping her painfully, leaving little indentations on her soft white skin. 

"Ooohhh stop! Please stop!" she sobbed, but her cries only enraged him and 
cruelly he tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her across the seat, and 
then forced her into the position where her naked pear-shaped buttocks were 
facing him, and her face was flattened against the leather of the car seat. 

He allowed his eyes to wander over the enticing sweep of her pearly white 
ass-cheeks, smooth and satiny over the long, shapely curve of her thighs. 
Hungrily, he ran his free hand over the silky-soft flesh, deriving a 
sadistic thrill from her obvious flinching from his touch. 

"Oh Dave, please..." she began, her voice muffled. She was really afraid 
now, terrified in fact of the anger and brutality she had awakened in him by 
her thoughtless, stinging remarks. She had led him on, she forced herself to 
admit, and now the situation was completely out of her control. She felt her 
hair being released from its aching grip, and immediately, she raised her 
head, determined to supplicate without shame. 

"Stay quiet!" Dave snarled suddenly, forcing her head back down, and pushing 
it beyond endurance into the unclean leather of the seat, her nose 
flattening painfully against the un-giving surface. Again he released her 
hair, but this time, she was afraid to move, afraid of further pain he might 
inflict on her. In disbelief, she felt the flesh of her buttocks being 
strained apart, and she couldn't resist a sob of anguish. 

Dave, hearing her cry of pain, parted the quivering flesh even further, 
stretching it beyond belief. In the dusk, to which his eyes had become 
adjusted, he could barely make out the soft, darkened crevice of her ass, 
and he ran his finger along it, feeling momentarily the crinkled lips of her 
puckered little anus. He would liked to have turned on at least the parking 
lights, to see the enticing sight the better, but he didn't want to draw 
attention to a lone car parked in the lonely forest preserves. So he 
contented himself with running his finger the length of the straining 
crevice, feeling its painful tautness, probing at the tiny, tight hole of 
her rectum. 

Barbara squirmed back from the searing grating of Dave's fingernail against 
the sensitive virgin skin of her widespread ass-split. She tried to lurch 
forward to escape the chilling contact, but his hands were dug mercilessly 
into the soft cheeks of her backside. Fierce, bone-crushing pain racked her 
body from the unnaturalness of the position he had forced her to adopt, and 
she thought she would gag from the nauseating odors of stale cigarettes, 
body odor, alcohol and a hundred others which permeated her nostrils from 
the old, worn cab seat. 

She heard the sound of a zipper being opened and other fumbling; her numbing 
fear was magnified a thousandfold. She couldn't suppress a strangled gasp as 
she felt the long, swollen length of Dave's hardened penis burn against her 
painfully pulled flesh. She could feel the hard rubbery head poking slightly 
at the tight, cringing circle of her asshole, and the hairy, squirming sac 
of his scrotum tickled her flesh obscenely. 

Dave gazed down in unnatural fascination at the bulging pole of his cock, 
imbedded between the soft, creamy orbs of Ed's wife's buttocks. He was 
enjoying seeing her humiliated like this; forced to lie in such a degrading 
position, while he, Dave Berry, could do with her what he will. It seemed 
his dream was really coming true this time-there would be no more slip-ups. 
He was going to have his way with this proud, dignified little bitch, and by 
God, he was going to take full advantage of it. ... 

"Reach back and stroke my balls, baby!" he leered. 

Barbara, aghast at his lewd command, couldn't contain herself. 

"No! No!" she cried wildly. "You can't make me do that ...." Dave, enraged 
by her defiance, pushed her face even further down on the hard seat, holding 
her there. 

"Do it! Do it!" he spat. 

Barbara, gasping for air, and realizing wholly for the first time the 
complete futility of her position, reached back and gingerly grasped the 
pendulous testicles in her palm. Dazed with disgust, she stroked them, and 
heard with loathing, Dave grunting and sighing with pleasure. Then once more 
she felt the pressure of the hard knobby head against her pitiful opening 
and she began to whine quietly, wriggling her bottom, in a last desperate 
attempt to escape from Dave's inhuman clasp. 

"Quit whining and be still!" he commanded, and then, with a sudden furious 
lunge, tried to force the hard bulbous head of his grotesquely enlarged 
prick through the tiny resistant mouth of her rectum. But he couldn't! His 
rock-hard flesh pushed cruelly against the tightly resisting anus, and 
Barbara knew without doubt, his terrible intention. How could she take it 
inside her back there? He'd rip her whole torso open! 

Dave was furious at his defeat. He was surprised at the tightness of young 
Mrs. Smothers' virginal little rectum, and swearing angrily, he surged 
forward, again guiding his distended member towards the diminutive entrance. 
He grasped her naked hips hard and continued to press forward until 
suddenly, with a lewd hissing sound, the tortured little nether ring 
suddenly popped open and yielded before his tremendous onslaught! He had it 
in the proud little bitch's ass! 

"N A A AA AAA AAGGGGH H H H H H H H. ... No! No! STOOOPPPPP!!" Barbara 
screamed, flailing and tossing like a whiplash, her entire body crucified 
with mind-blowing pain. In vain, she tried to escape the brutal impalement 
of her defensely naked rectum, but Dave behind her, a sadistic twist of a 
grin on his face, flexed his hips and ground slowly forward, pushing the 
soft rubbery walls of the sensitive virginal membrane before his 
lust-hardened cock as it continued mercilessly on its ass-splitting journey. 
She was hopelessly skewered! Dave held her in an inflexible talon-like grip 
and flexed his loins, boring deeper and deeper into her tight, hotly 
clenching rectal passage. Bit by bit, he continued to move forward, 
stretching wide the delicate inner skin of her rectum as he advanced, 
causing ever new spasms of wildly excruciating pain to sear through her 
already pain-infused body. 

"Oh, God, Dave, please stop, I'll do anything..." she sobbed piteously, 
feeling the wiry crisp curls at the base of his buried prick suddenly tickle 
against the widespread cheeks of her buttocks. He was all the way in! He had 
sunk every last inch of his long thick cock into her innocent, virginal 
anus! Shame and humiliation filled her very being. This couldn't be 
happening to her! How could she have allowed herself to fall into this 
crazed man's hands? The bitter memory of how she had permitted him to fondle 
her down between her legs came rushing back, how she had allowed him to 
caress her just minutes before.... Fresh tears of self-condemnation flooded 
her face as she felt him begin to withdraw from her, his heavy, 
lust-hardened rod like a hot poker stuffed up in her forever-stretched anal 
passage. 

He pulled out slowly until just the giant head was still imbedded in her 
painfully exposed back passage, and then be rammed forward again, burying it 
completely inside her. She began a banshee-like wail as he began to 
rhythmically fuck in and out of her, at first with slow, laborious 
movements, until her mercilessly stretched nether channel began to open up a 
little, and he was able to perform his sodomizing in a smoother fashion. 

He looked down at Barbara's helplessly contorted figure as he labored over 
her. He could hardly believe it. He was actually fucking his partner's 
dignified little wife in the ass, in the back seat of one of their cabs! Her 
whimpering, pitiful little cries encouraged him in his sadistic act, and his 
hands roamed all over her naked back and buttocks, kneading and squeezing 
her aching flesh, pulling her cringing little anus like a sock further back 
on his grinding cock. 

Barbara tried to relax her anus, to make it less harsh for herself. She had 
never before felt so completely debased in her life. If only she hadn't let 
him finger her vagina that day.... She recalled the incredible cataclysm of 
her release, how she had cum wildly from the teasing fondling he had given 
her vagina.... OH, God, how could I? she sobbed, what's wrong with me? First 
the candle, and then letting him do that.... 

As Dave continued to screw mercilessly into Barbara's forever-widened 
asshole, new, more chilling feelings began to be born inside her. Revulsion 
stormed through her on recognition of the fresh sensations-a faltering, 
feeble but growing tingling-of pleasure! She was beginning to ENJOY it! 

"No! No! NOOOOOOOO... !!!" she sobbed aloud as the betrayal by her body 
became obvious. She tried to clench her buttocks to still the fire tingling 
there, but somehow it only seemed to fan the lewd flames. And, suddenly, 
consumed with loathing, she knew she couldn't control herself any longer. 
She had succumbed first to her husband's partner, Dave Berry's manual play, 
and now she was submitting to, and getting pleasure from his bestial, 
doglike rape of her anus! 

Her body felt charged with electricity, and a low, passionate sigh escaped 
from her face, buried in the leather of the back seat. Her newly awakened 
body began to undulate in gentle ripples, and she began to involuntarily 
grind her full white buttocks back on Dave's impaling rod, her own body 
voluntarily skewering itself. 

"Ooohh! Ooohh! Oooohhhhhhh ... !" she began to chant. She couldn't help it-a 
strange, masochistic pleasure began to dominate her and even though it was 
still painful, and fully aware of the degrading aspect of her situation, she 
liked it! She liked being screwed in the asshole by her husband's business 
partner, who had taken advantage of her distress. She liked the shameful 
fact that he was abusing her for his own pleasure. Not only did she enjoy 
the humiliating act, she deserved it! It was her own fault that she was in 
this position to begin with! She had brazenly permitted him to tease his 
fingers around in her pussy only days before. She had even reached a lewd 
climax from the act, and now this same man was using her, treating her like 
a low street-whore! 

"Aaaaahhhhhh..." she moaned aloud through tightly clenched teeth, "hurt me, 
split me ... hurt me more...." 

Her perverted masochistic demand incited Dave beyond bounds. He crashed into 
her like waves onto the rocks, lifting her pelvis high up off the cab seat, 
and she rocked her buttocks up against his downthrusts, reveling in the new 
nerve-splitting pain the action invoked. 

"Oh, God, fuck me harder ... harder ..." she heard herself moan. She was 
obsessed with the new, perverted joy of being hurt, and hitherto unknown 
thrills of ecstatic delight cavorted like red devils up and down her body. 

Dave's breath was ragged, and perspiration coated his face. This was better, 
far better than he'd dreamed possible-she was enjoying it, begging for it! 
His own partner's proud little wife was actually enjoying being screwed in 
the ass! 

The muscles on his thighs stood out like whipcord, and every nerve and sinew 
in his body was strained. Suddenly, he was there! 

"Fuck back ... fuck back harder..." he gasped, his body shuddering 
violently, and then: "AAAAAARRRGGGHHHH ...!!!" as a molten river of bubbling 
semen swept into Barbara's now hotly clasping anal passage, flooding like 
hot, molten lava into her hungrily absorbing bowels. She could feel the 
palpitations in his prick as it jerked and emptied itself into her writhing 
nether channel, and then she herself was swept up in an unbelievable 
hurricane of piercing pleasure. Her body tossed and rocketed like a 
firecracker, her churning ass jiggling and twisting as Dave pumped the last 
of his frothing liquid into her now wide-stretched back passage. Wave after 
wave of seemingly interminable flushes of pleasure passed over her, and this 
climax was more intense, and yet more unfathomable than any she'd 
experienced before. The initial pain and now the searing pleasure had united 
to throw her body into the mainstream of a chillingly forbidden kind of 
release, and the very degrading, illicit quality of the act added spice to 
an already considerably zesty experience. 

Finally, they were both still, and Barbara felt his deflating prick slip 
from her sperm- flooded rectum. Her entire body felt pain-filled and abused, 
and she was almost afraid to move for fear of discovering some new ache, yet 
she dozed off momentarily, aware of an indefinable completeness and feeling 
of security in the company of her erstwhile tormentor. 

 CHAPTER 6 

Barbara swirled the contents of the martini pitcher, and carried it and two 
glasses into the living room. She kept looking at the clock, knowing that 
Dave would be back from his run out Route 22, and she could hardly wait for 
his return. It was a fairly slow night, so she knew they would have some 
time together, and as Ed was more than likely with Doreen, they weren't 
liable to be disturbed. The thought of her husband being with another woman 
did not bother her in the least. She didn't care. David was all that 
mattered now. It was almost a week since he had taken her anally in the cab, 
and since then, all her doubts, and inhibitions, had flown away, and she 
felt free and happy to enjoy Dave's advances. Of course, the knowledge that 
her husband was being unfaithful to her made it easier for her to do 
likewise. She hadn't felt so contented for months. She reveled in Dave's 
attentions, feeling sure that he was more than just interested sexually in 
her, even beginning to think that he might love her. The thought alone of 
such a possibility sent her heart soaring, and gaily, she poured herself a 
martini. 

It was obvious that Ed hadn't noticed anything yet. He hadn't made love to 
her for weeks, not that she wanted him to, and so he hadn't noticed the 
tremendous change that had come over her body. Physically, she hadn't 
changed much, except perhaps for a more feminine, womanly rounding of her 
curves, and her face wore a new, more self-assured radiance. But the 
greatest alteration was in her response. When making love to Dave, she was 
like a predatory panther, alive and vibrant to the tips of her fingers. She 
couldn't help walking with a new swing to her hips, and carried herself more 
proudly. At times, she felt a bit uneasy around the drivers who seemed to 
notice her new mood, and seemed to leer openly at her lately. She felt 
irritated with Dave on such occasions, for, far from up- braiding them for 
their rudeness, he seemed to encourage them. That Chico Hernandez, for 
example, really revolted her. His obesity and general greasy appearance 
didn't deter him from winking at her whenever he caught her eye, and 
insolently appraising her body, making no attempt to conceal his rude 
stares. Even young Pat, still only a child, was behaving very cockily around 
her. She wondered if she imagined the changes in the employees, thinking 
perhaps her guilt made her see accusation in every eye. 

She jumped up when she heard a cab in the driveway. Smoothing her soft white 
robe, she ran to the front door. 

"David!" she called, hearing his voice. 

"Be there in a minute, honey!" he called, and she realized he was talking to 
someone whom she couldn't see. 

Slightly irritated, she went inside, chiding herself for her eagerness. It 
was her tendency, she knew, to be very possessive of a man, just like she 
was with her husband, almost smothering him in her determination to be 
involved in every second of his life, and she tried hard not to be that way 
with Dave. 

Minutes later, Dave walked in. 

"Oh Darling ..." she cried, running to meet him. A pang of disappointment 
stung her when she realized that he was not alone. 

"You don't mind if Chico joins us for a drink, do you, babe?" he queried, 
smiling his sensual lazy smile. 

"Of course not!" she answered tonelessly, turning away from Chico's swarthy, 
fatly leering face. 

But somehow, when she had finished her second martini, and had begun to 
relax, she began to think that Chico wasn't so bad after all. He told very 
funny stories, and seemed harmless enough. Besides, there was admiration and 
desire in Dave's eyes every time he looked at her, and in such a climate, 
nothing else mattered, and she flowered. 

"I'm outa cigarettes!" Chico suddenly announced, and swaying slightly, made 
for the door. "Gotta get some! Back soon!" He muttered, closing the door 
with a loud bang. 

"You look ravishing tonight!" Dave murmured, pulling her close to him. 

"Oh Dave ..." she sighed, nestling herself in his arms. He began to tug at 
the tying at the neck of her robe, his other hand already burrowing under 
the fleecy garment. 

"What about Chico ....?" Barbara questioned. 

"Oh him ... I doubt if he'll find his way back..." 

Barbara could feel already the pulsing heat coming from Dave's growing 
erection, and hungrily she pressed her pubic mound against the burgeoning 
flesh. 

"You sure are hot tonight!" Dave rasped, his eyes feasting on the lush 
nakedness of her full, firm breasts which he had just exposed. He dropped 
his gaze to the darkly gleaming thatch of her pussy, and desire flared up 
inside him. 

"How would you like it tonight, honey?" he chided lewdly. "In that tight 
little cunt of yours, or maybe in your...." 

"Dave," she interrupted him in a strident voice. "You know I don't like you 
to use those words..." 

"I'll say what I like and don't you forget it! You're not the high and 
mighty little bitch you used to be!" he snapped, twisting her arm cruelly, 
and dragging her forcefully into the bedroom. She whimpered from the 
excruciating pain as he flung her down on the bed, her legs splaying open. 
She lay there, hardly daring to move under his cruel stare. His eyes roamed 
freely over her outstretched naked form, coming to rest on the faint pink 
flesh barely visible from between the dark hair-lined lips of her tender 
young pussy. 

Then, with a chuckle, he began to strip off his clothes, flinging them in a 
disorderly heap on the floor, throwing off his socks as he almost catapulted 
over to join her quivering body on the bed. With forceful passion, he ground 
his lips down on hers, his teeth biting into her soft red lips, crushing her 
mouth in a tight grinding kiss. Barbara responded with animal lust to her 
lover's brutal kiss, his very roughness soliciting slave-like reactions in 
her. She almost hated herself for submitting to his humiliating treatment of 
her-a situation she would never have endured with her husband-but somehow 
Dave had mastery over her senses, as complete as if she were bound in 
chains. 

His mouth trailed down the satiny expanse of her swanlike neck, leaving in 
its wake a train of small, red bruises. He fastened his mouth over her 
breast, enclosing almost half of it inside, He bit sharply into her 
cherry-red nipple, already turgid with passion, making her squeal from the 
sharp pain. He tweaked and drubbed the small little berries with unmitigated 
cruelty, making them sore and tender from his animalistic attentions. 

Dave glanced down at the passion-aroused body of his partner's wife, and 
smiled to himself in satisfaction. She had really fallen for him, he knew, 
and although he found her constant demands for attention suffocating, he was 
really enjoying his new conquest. He couldn't deny, though, that he was 
beginning to get just the slightest bit tired of her. All her hints about 
love, etc. bored him; he was interested in a good fuck from her, and no 
more! As far as he was concerned, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and 
why linger on any single one for long! His continual quest for excitement 
made him think of the plan he had prepared for tonight. Should prove very 
interesting, and a helluva lot of fun, he mused, and I wonder what the 
lovely Barbie will think of the surprise I have planned for her... 

Abruptly, he pulled apart her knees, and his lower torso dropped between her 
thighs. His prick, stiff and reddened with the blood of lust, jutted out 
like a mast on a ship. Almost gently, he caressed the delicate flesh of 
Barbara's inner thighs, making her quiver with untold delight. His 
fingertips grazed the softly swelling folds of her pulsing young pussy, and 
he could see the serrated edges of her moist cuntal orifice contracting 
gently in excited anticipation. 

Grasping the hardness of his cock in one hand, he guided it towards the 
eager little hole. 

Barbara gasped from the first contact of the hard spongy flesh against her 
sensitive vaginal skin and she shivered in thrilling anticipation. She 
couldn't conceal her desire. Dave had awakened her body and now she was a 
hypersensitive mass of delirious nerves. The blood-engorged head of his 
prick tickled the delicate edges of her palpitating pink cunt, sending 
mounting chills of excitement surging through her. 

"Beg me to fuck you!" Dave demanded suddenly. 

"W-what?" Barbara stammered, jolted out of her blissful waiting. 

"Beg me, I said. Beg me to fuck you!" 

"Oh, Dave, stop playing silly games and ..." 

With a savage snarl, he released his prick from his own grasp, and grabbed 
cruelly at her hair. Viciously, he shook her head, almost tearing tufts of 
silken strands from her crown, making her sob out in pain. 

"I'm sorry ... oh, please stop ... I'll say it!" she wailed, and finally, he 
released her. Her face was beet red and tears hung tentatively at the ends 
of her long dark lashes. 

He glared down at her, and finally, she managed to stammer. 

"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" 

Dave smiled triumphantly at her. He couldn't help the petty streak in him 
which made him constantly seek small victories over her, as if to convince 
himself that he really had conquered her. Afterwards, he usually felt sorry, 
because in a way he pitied Barbara, knowing that her marriage was in a mess 
at the moment, and realizing that she was beginning to pin her hopes of 
happiness on him. 

Once more, he poised his still-ready cock at the trembling entrance to her 
sylphlike body, and gently, he began to nudge it forward, feeling the soft 
willing little lips open around his hard masculinity, welcoming him into its 
mysterious depths. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ..." Barbara moaned and spread her legs wider as he entered 
her, the pleasurable sensations drummed up by his advancing member erasing 
the hurt and embarrassment of his earlier cruel treatment. 

His long, wide cock continued to slide into her and he could feel the tight, 
hot walls of her eagerly swallowing cunt closing around his shaft like a 
soft rubber glove. When he was all the way in, he held his buried rod there 
for a moment, flexing it slightly, feeling the answering throb in her 
palpitating cuntal tissue. His pendulant balls wedged themselves between the 
globular spheres of her upturned ass and the dark wisps of her pubic fleece 
merged with his blond ones in a striking pattern of light and dark. He began 
to ease out of her, seeing how the little tendrils of pink flesh clung 
tenaciously to his departing member, hesitant to let go even for a second. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Barbara sighed as he began a regular in and out rhythm, 
sweeping into her in long hard deep strokes which knocked the breath out of 
her body, and then pulling out with a curious rotation which left her 
writhing from the sudden emptiness. Reaching under, he cupped the firm orbs 
of her smooth white buttocks, and pushed her pelvis even further up on his 
pile-driving prick. 

Barbara was mewling like a kitten, her head tossing in wild abandon from 
side to side, her long dark hair swinging like the mane of a beautiful black 
mare. Her lovely, shapely mouth was twisted in a lustful grimace, her upper 
lip pulled back tightly over her white even teeth. Her wide gray eyes were 
staring open glassily, and a faint blush was beginning to creep over her 
entire body. Her arms snaked up swiftly and entwined themselves around his 
neck, pulling him further down on her, and eagerly, her mouth sought his. 
Her tongue took the initiative, probing into his mouth, whipping up a froth 
of saliva as it danced and parried with his. She arched her chest up so that 
her full, firm breasts were squashed into the blond hair of his chest, and 
he could feel the tumultuous beating of her heart. 

A hazy torpor, a sensual mindlessness was beginning to engulf Barbara like a 
soft filmy cloud. Her body was rippling softly like a nearly limpid pool, 
and she felt as if the gentle current was trying to tear her away from her 
moorings. She knew too, that it would soon succeed, for she was losing touch 
with consciousness, drifting into the preliminary limbo of a glorious, 
celestial release. It wouldn't be long now... 

Her dreamy daze was rudely shattered by a crude, mocking voice. 

"Well, it looks as if I'm just on time!" 

Barbara's eyes flew open. She seemed to recognize that voice, familiar ... 
yet she couldn't remember. 

Straining her head, she was barely able to catch a glimpse of the form 
framed in the doorway. It was Chico Hernandez! Barbara stared in disbelief 
as he began to strip the clothes from his huge, obese form. 

As if in a dream, she saw him advancing, on short squat legs, completely 
nude. She could see the fat stub of his penis jutting out belligerently from 
the tangled nest of black hair, and there was a lustful gleam in his eye 
stronger than any she'd ever seen. 

"W-what's going on?" she whispered feebly. "Chico's going to join us, honey! 
I thought you'd like a change.!" 

"But Dave ..." she shuddered. "How could you? You know it's you ..." 

"Now be a good girl, and do as Dave tells you!" 

His paternal-sounding voice soothed her, although it did not allay her 
fears. The martinis seemed to be taking complete effect now, dulling her 
resistance, and she clung to the hope that with Dave, she'd be all right. 

"Glad you came back, man!" she heard Dave chuckle. 

"Wouldn'a missed it for the world!" Chico leered, and Barbara felt the bed 
creak under his weight as he crawled up on the mattress. What were they 
planning to do? Fear like a heavy blanket smothered her. Icy fingers of 
terror clutched at her heart. But Dave continued to tease his cock slowly in 
and out of her, making vulgar comments to his friend all the while. A 
strange apathy was beginning to govern Barbara ... it was all too much for 
her, She didn't know what to do anymore ... she'd leave it all to Dave. 

Through the dim, she was aware of Dave slipping off her, and lying beside 
her, his erect cock still buried inside her. She was aware of Chico behind 
her, she could feel his warm, clammy flesh against her, his sturdy wide 
prick prodding into her buttock crevice, his pungent liquor breath wafting 
by her nostrils. She realized that the moons of her buttocks were being 
pried apart, and then Chico's hard stubby cock was lodged tightly up in the 
widespread crack of her ass. 

"Madre de Dios!" she heard him gasp. "Look at that tight little hairless 
thing!" 

What was he looking at? she wondered foolishly, and then she knew, because 
she felt his finger poking at the tight little circle of her anus. She 
cringed away from his touch, but Dave was in front of her, so she could not 
escape his probing digit. 

Then she felt something hard, moist, throbbing against her ass-crevice, felt 
a hot, firm length pulsing there. It was Chico's penis! What was he going to 
do? Eddies of fright coursed through her, but her apathetic lethargy made 
her powerless to resist. Dave would take care of everything.. . . 

"Caramba!" she heard him cry out, and then a searing sheet of flame crossed 
her brain as she felt a red-hot brand sear up into her back passage. 

"Oh, God, stop! Stop! Please don't...." she sobbed, her buttocks twisting 
and flailing like a dervish. Chico's short, squat rod had entered her anus! 

She was conscious of nothing but the pain. Her abused back channel was still 
raw from Dave's harsh entry there, and now this vile, greasy man, one of her 
husband's employees, had also penetrated her there. Oh, God, was there to be 
no end to what she must endure? 

"Man, is she ever tight!" Chico grunted, forcefully edging his thick 
rock-hard prick further up inside her again wide-stretched rectum. 

"Oh, God, Dave, make him stop!" she sobbed desperately, clutching feverishly 
at her lover. 

"Just relax, babe, and it'll be all right in a minute!" Dave crooned. 
"Remember how good it was when I fucked you back there." 

"Oh God, Dave, he's hurting me...." she blubbered. 

But her lover ignored her pitiful pleas, and concentrated on reaming in and 
out of her steaming vaginal passage. Chico continued to inch forward, crying 
out triumphantly when he finally hit bottom. Barbara couldn't move! Chico 
had her impaled securely from behind, and Dave was sunk deep up inside her 
vagina in the front. 

Oh my God, if only the pain would stop! she prayed, and almost, 
miraculously, it did. Her already widened rectum adjusted itself to Chico's 
short, wide size, and he was able to worm in and out of her anus in smooth 
rhythmic strokes. His gnarled hands clutched at the soft flesh of her 
buttocks, clawing them mercilessly, while he buffeted her with stronger and 
stronger strokes. She recoiled from the slapping of his flabby stomach 
against her backbone, and from his vulgar, lewd comments. 

"You like it, baby, huh?" he leered, and she cowered away from his hot 
scented breath and his greasy, mocking face. Would this final mortification 
ever be over? She felt betrayed. Dave, whom she had trusted, had engineered 
this disgusting plan, and she, because of her carnal dependence on him, had 
to acquiesce. 

"Move it, baby, move it!" Dave commanded, as he and Chico began to fuck into 
her in unison buffeting her between them like a lifeless rag doll. This was 
the ultimate. Dave, her lover, was screwing her in front, while Chico 
Hernandez, who completely revolted her, was taking her anally! She was being 
fucked by two men at the same time! 

In disbelief, she became aware of the rekindling of her lurking pleasure, 
almost brought to fruition by Dave before Chico came in. She didn't want it 
to happen, but she had no control over it! Her body was beginning to respond 
instinctively, and there was nothing she could do about it! She tried to 
dampen the fires of her lust by recalling the utter degradation of what she 
was doing, but it was no use. It was almost as if that very fact,-the fact 
that she had sunk as low as she could get, by being sandwich fucked by two 
men simultaneously-caused the dominant flame of her masochistic joy to leap 
into soul-devouring existence. 

Involuntarily, a low heathenish moan escaped her lips, and her body began to 
churn from the exciting flurries of heat swirling around inside her battered 
loins. 

She began to grind her pussy forward, pressing her clitoris against Dave's 
pubic bone, flaring her cunt in an effort to suck him in even further, and 
then pounding back with her buttocks, clenching and unclenching like a fist 
as she screwed her rectum back on Chico's wildly pumping cock. She liked it! 
She liked being fucked in front by Dave, while Chico screwed her in the 
asshole, simultaneously. 

"Ooohhhhh ..." she moaned, "Harder! Harder! Fuck my asshole harder!" She 
could scarcely believe the vile words spewing from her mouth, but she was 
another person now. A different person from the young innocent Barbara 
Smothers! She was a new woman, one who knew the ways of the world, and 
enjoyed them! 

She could feel tremendous pressure gathering force deep inside her, and 
already tiny little spasms of coming orgasm were convulsing her. She didn't 
want to cum so soon, but she couldn't help that either. She wanted to 
continue the exquisite pleasure of being fucked by two men at the same time 
as long as she could, but she couldn't. The pleasure and ecstasy were 
greater and bigger than she was and then- "Waaaagg hhhhh ... I'm ... I'm ... 
CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG!!!" She screamed like a siren, her body undulating like a 
stricken python, sandwiched tightly between the two men. 

There was never anything like it. Wave after tidal wave of thundering 
rollers crashed over her, catching her limp body up and spiraling it down 
again. She continued to shriek and her cries mingled in an unearthly 
cacophony with those of the two men, as they climaxed at the same time, 
flooding her vagina and rectum with streams of white, foaming liquid, which 
drenched her dual orifices, immersing her whole belly and bowels in a flood 
of the sticky white nectar of pleasure. Reality became distorted in her 
teeming mind as orgasm after orgasm seized her. She was being screwed by a 
dozen men, and she didn't care! She wanted more, her body screamed for more 
as she finally went crashing down from the pinnacle of her double induced 
orgasm, and was lost in a deeply insulated canyon of satiated blissfulness. 

 CHAPTER 7 

It began to get brighter, and Pat could see that he was in a bedroom of 
sorts. He was feeling frightened, and naked and cold, and tried to hold his 
clothes together, but they kept disintegrating, finally disappearing, 
leaving him completely nude. He felt very much alone, even though he had the 
feeling that there was someone else in the room. There was a large bed 
directly across from him, and he tried to walk towards it, so that he could 
cover himself, but even though he seemed to be walking for sometime, he 
wasn't getting any nearer to it. 

Suddenly, there was a movement, and a woman rose up from the bed, and Pat, 
straining his eyes, could see that it was his boss's wife, Mrs. Smothers. 
She was clad only in a brief negligee, and a sudden wave of panic assaulted 
him. He was in her bedroom, and he had to get out! But he couldn't move! She 
seemed to be coming towards him, all dreamy and beautiful in her negligee 
and he couldn't take his eyes off her! Her long dark hair hung down like a 
velvet curtain around her face, and she was smiling, smiling at him! She 
didn't seem to notice that he was naked, and he began to relax for a minute 
until he saw that she was opening her negligee. 

He wanted to shout No! No! Don't but no words came. Instead, she went on 
opening her peignoir, until finally he could see her body where she had 
begun to shrug it from her shoulders. She was completely naked now, only he 
couldn't see properly. There was some kind of a mist in front of his eyes, 
and eagerly he tried to brush it away, clear his vision to gaze at the 
lovely sight in front of him. But he couldn't! She was coming nearer and 
nearer to him, so near that he could almost reach out and touch him, and her 
arms were widespread, and she was going to embrace him.... 

Then Pat woke up! For a startled moment, he couldn't believe that he was at 
home in his own bed. It just wasn't possible! After the dream he'd had, he 
just couldn't be in bed alone. He noticed almost immediately that he had a 
considerable hard-on. 

With a disappointed sigh, he leaned back against the pillow. Mrs. Smothers 
had looked so lovely, so appealing. This wasn't the first dream he'd had 
about her, and naked too, he thought guiltily. But it was all Dave's fault, 
he assured himself. It was because of what was going on with Mrs. Smothers 
and Dave, and Chico, too. They thought he was just a kid, but he knew what 
was happening. With their sly winks, and ambiguous remarks, and Barbie's 
sudden visits to the office, not to mention all the sighs and moans that he 
heard coming from the other room over the cackling of the two-way radio. 
They thought he didn't hear all that was going on, but he did! They treated 
him as if he weren't there. 

Angrily muttering to himself, he tried to go back to sleep. They forget I'm 
a man, too, almost anyway, and that I've got feelings about women, too, 
about Barbie as well. I wouldn't have had those dreams if I didn't! It's 
time I let Dave know that I'm not a baby anymore.... 

"Don't tell me you're going out on call! You're going to see that woman! 
You're. ..." 

"Stop screaming like a nut! You're drunk!" Ed said coldly, closing the door 
behind him. 

"I'm ... I'm not drunk!" Barbara pouted, but Ed had left. Staggering 
slightly, she moved over to the buffet and poured herself another shot of 
vodka. She added a little lemonade, her shaking hand spilling some on the 
shiny mahogany surface. She gulped down the fiery liquid in one go, feeling 
it burning a hot path down her neck. She didn't know how many she'd had 
today, but she knew she couldn't have gotten through the day without its 
help. Nor yesterday. Ever since that disgusting sequence with Dave and 
Chico, she had been shattered. There was nothing left for her, she believed. 
Dave didn't love her-far from it! Neither did Ed, her own husband. She tried 
to refrain from nagging him, fighting with him, but somehow, her misery 
loosened her tongue and their every meeting ended like this one, with he 
leaving the room. She knew he went to Doreen-he was hardly ever home now. 

Haltingly, she sidled over again to the buffet. She caught a glimpse of 
herself in the mirror, and she couldn't believe what she saw. A worn, 
haggard face, pale and ravaged, surrounded by limp, stringy hair. Her eyes 
were sunken into blue hollows, and she seemed to have aged ten or more 
years. 

Stifling a sob, she grabbed the vodka bottle. Tears of self-pity and despair 
etched a path in yesterday's makeup as she stumbled towards the bedroom. She 
had to lie down; she kept feeling dizzy and she didn't want to fall. She 
took a swig straight from the bottle and nearly gagged from the burning 
strength of it. The room swam before her eyes, and she had to clutch the 
bedside table to keep herself from losing her balance. 

"Ed ... oh Ed ... why ..." she moaned, and then she lost consciousness, 
falling in a rumpled disorderly heap on the bed, her soiled robe gaping open 
to reveal her naked body. 

* * * 

"Yeh man, she sure is a live one!" Chico chortled as he sipped his coffee 
from the take-out container. 

"What did I tell you, buddy? Wasn't she just like I said?" Dave laughed. 

"Any chance of another ride like the one we had the other day?" Chico 
questioned, getting excited at the lewd memory of the dual fucking he was 
involved in with Dave and Barbara. 

"Ssshh ..." Dave mocked, "here comes Junior! 

We'd better stay quiet and not shock him!" 

Pat came into the room from behind the glass partition where the two-way 
radio was, and helped himself to some coffee. 

"You guys don't have to stop on account of me!" he announced. "I know all 
about it!" His dealings with the rough and ready drivers had given him a 
premature maturity, superficial though it was, and he could banter with ease 
with them. 

"Listen to the young whippersnapper! Hardly out of short pants and he thinks 
he knows everything !" Dave jeered. 

"I know all about Mr. Smother's wife and how you guys have been giving it to 
her!" he replied hotly. The happenings of the last few days had not gone 
unnoticed by the fourteen year old boy who, by his inconspicuous manner, was 
often in a position to overhear. 

"Ah ha! So Junior is growing up!" Chico joined in. 

"Well, how about rounding off his education!" Dave laughed. "Like a little 
lesson in the way a real man goes about things?" 

"What do you mean?" Pat asked, wondering if he hadn't gone too far. 

"Well, Mrs. Smothers is a good teacher ... heh ... heh ... and maybe you 
could have a go at her too. I'm sure she won't mind, and we can always fill 
you in if you get stuck. We don't expect a kid like you to know everything!" 

"I know what to do!" he retorted. "It's not the first time...." he lied. 

"Let's get this little lesson started then!" Dave laughed, finishing his 
coffee and looking maliciously at Pat. 

Pat felt a chilling stab of fear. He hadn't meant things to go this far, but 
there was nothing he could do. He couldn't let them find out that he was 
scared stiff or that it would, in fact, be his first time! Praying silently 
to himself that nothing would happen, he followed Dave and Chico into the 
living room. 

They found Barbara in the bedroom, the spilled bottle of vodka on the floor. 
She was sprawled in a lewd pose on the bed, and she seemed to be completely 
passed out. 

Pat felt a momentary wave of relief sweep over him, thinking that fate, in 
the form of Barbara, had relieved him of the necessity to go ahead, but it 
was cut short by Dave's coarse whisper. 

"Okay, Pat, you go in there and do your stuff!" 

"But-but she's asleep!" he stammered. "That don't matter!" Chico chimed in. 
"Go in there and lick her! She won't wake up!" 

Lick her! Pat thought frantically. What did that mean? He had heard vague 
whisperings among his own friends, but he didn't know what to do! 

"Yeh, go on in and lick her pussy!" Dave added. 

This last was accompanied by a shove and Pat found himself halfway across 
the room. He stood there, bewildered. 

"You're not scared, are you?" Dave taunted, and suddenly, the boy's 
adolescent pride propelled him over to the half-naked body of the dozing 
woman. 

With gaping eyes, he stared at the pale shimmer of her exposed body. He had 
never seen a naked woman before and he stared in lewd fascination at the 
smooth flow of her hips, the curve of her full, upswept breasts, the dark 
tangle of her pubic vee. That magic spot drew his bulging eyes like a 
magnet, and he could see the faint pink sheen of her unprotected vaginal 
furrow through the ebony wisps of hair. 

"Go on! Spread her legs!" he heard Dave's frantic whisper. He couldn't let 
them see that he was deathly afraid, that he wanted to run from his boss' 
wife's bedroom. ... 

As if operated by remote control, his hands moved up to her thighs and 
mechanically he pressed the long, slender columns further apart, revealing 
more of the tantalizing groove of her naked vagina. 

"Now love her up a little!" Chico commanded in a raucous whisper. 

Puzzled, the boy hesitated. He didn't know quite what to do, but something 
akin to instinct took over, and slowly he lowered his juvenile lips and 
began to plant moist, amateurish kisses on the firm, tender flesh of her 
thighs, her stomach, even grazing his lips across the silky curls of her 
pubic mound. 

His heart stopped as he heard her moan softly, and he poised over her loins, 
a stricken look on his face. But her erratic-sounding breathing continued, 
and Pat sighed with relief. 

"Now spread open those sweet l'il pussy lips!" he heard Chico rasp 
obscenely. 

Beads of sweat broke out on the young boy's forehead. He didn't want to do 
it! What if she woke up and found him there, hunched down between her open 
legs? He was afraid. ... 

"What are you waiting for, boy?" Dave called impatiently, and Pat was 
galvanized into action. 

With breathtaking slowness, he pressed a thumb and forefinger against the 
soft, hair-lined lips, and then tenderly eased the delicate folds apart, 
revealing to his startled gaze the moist pink valley of her luscious cunt. 

He gazed raptly at his new-found treasure, drinking in the sight of the 
smooth pink inner flesh, the tiny fluted lips, surmounted by the reddish tip 
of her clitoris and collared protectively with softly curling pubic hair 
around the petal-shaped mouth to her mysterious depths. 

"Go ahead, kid! Suck her now!" Dave called again, almost threateningly. 

Obediently, the teenager lowered his face, feeling the feminine warmness of 
her rising in a redolent cloud to greet his nostrils. Gingerly, he brushed 
her soft scented skin with a light kiss, and then, emboldened by his own 
action, he flicked the tip of his tongue the full length of her gently 
pulsating vaginal furrow. He heard her sigh, and hesitated for a second. But 
she was silent again, and he continued to lick his boss' wife's pussy, 
teasing the tip of his inexperienced tongue into the exciting moisture up 
between her open thighs, tasting for the first time the intoxicating 
sweetness of a female cunt. This new act and a slight squirm of her hips 
gave him a more confident feeling, and his tentative tonguing increased into 
a hungry licking, dipping and sucking and burrowing into all her warm, damp 
nooks and crannies. Delighted, he titillated the burgeoning bud of her rosy 
little clitoris, feeling it spring to life under his touch, and daringly he 
forged the top of his stiffened tongue into the now unconsciously clasping 
hole of her pussy. He could hardly believe that this was happening to him!! 
He was actually licking a beautiful, unreachable woman's cunt, his own 
boss's wife, and he couldn't believe that there'd be anything as good as 
this. 

"Jeez! Look at him go!" he heard Chico laugh, and then Dave's mocking 
whisper: "Keep it up! We'll make a man of you yet!" 

Well, he thought truculently as he licked and sucked at the nectarine 
sweetness of the gently undulating vagina before him, I am a man now! 

He felt her body move beneath his ministrations, but his pleasure stunted 
his alertness. He recognized a responsive, but unconscious, churning in the 
young Mrs. Smother's moistened pussy, and he redoubled his efforts, coating 
the swollen fleshy folds with his saliva, plunging deeper and faster into 
her contracting orifice with his tongue, clutching harder at the doughy 
flesh of her milk-white inner thighs. Oh Gobi, there was never anything like 
it! He could go on forever. ... 

"Ed! ... Ed! ! ..." 

Pat's blood curdled in his veins! Open-mouthed in horror, he raised his 
glistening face from the cavern of Barbara's pussy, and stared glassy-eyed 
at the disheveled figure of the young woman, who had risen to a sitting 
position. 

She was awake! 

Terror rooted him to the spot! He couldn't move. Incredulously, he found 
himself being half pulled, urged upwards. What was going to happen? Fearful 
paralysis made him a limp rag, and he allowed himself to be dragged up the 
soft silky length of her naked body until his face was level with the firm, 
spongy mounds of her shapely breasts. He felt his face being flattened 
against the tantalizing spheres, and he inhaled the earthy femininity of her 
fragrantly perfumed flesh. 

Barbara could hardly believe it when she felt the pleasurable sensations 
emanating from her aroused pussy. She had slid into a drunken sleep aware of 
the craving in her loins-a physical, carnal hunger-a desire for the rough, 
bizarre love she had been receiving from Dave and her husband's employee, 
Chico, and which her body had grown to need. But this was different 
-gentler, more tender, like Ed! The soft, floating caresses on her vagina 
seemed to be the kiss that awakened her from her sleep, and all she could 
think of was that her husband had come back. 

In her dazed, half-awake state, she had called out to him, suddenly anxious 
to have his penis up inside her. She had reached for his body and pulled him 
up to her. One half of her unconscious mind registered that he didn't feel 
like or look like Ed at all; the other knew only that someone tender, loving 
had come to her, and he was balm, blessed salve after Dave and the obese 
Chico. 

Moaning, she began to tear at the clothes that covered the young body, 
anxious to feel his naked flesh against hers. Uncaring, she ran her hands 
through his hair, down the length of his slim young hips, caressed the 
rounded curves of his buttocks, felt eagerly for the half-erect shaft of his 
juvenile erection. 

Dave stared in disbelief. His plan had backfired, it was true, but he was 
not prepared for this! He couldn't believe his eyes as the crazed young 
woman stripped the boy, covering him with love-starved caresses. This turn 
of events had surpassed any of his far-out schemes, by far, and he could 
only gaze incredulously at the incredible scene. 

Barbara felt a pang of disappointment when she realized that the youthful 
cock was only half-hard. Driven on by her lust, she stroked and rubbed the 
awakening shaft with her hand, rolling it's growing length in her palm, 
tickling the burgeoning head with her fingertip. She could feel tremors pass 
through the young body above her, and knew her teasing fingers were exciting 
him. His virile young penis was increasing rapidly-its girth was expanding 
and its length elongating under her expert touch. She slipped her hand 
downward and encompassed the soft, tender sac of his balls in her warm palm, 
nestling them there, urging them into pounding hardness. It wouldn't be long 
now till he was ready to do it to her, she thought dazedly. 

Young Pat was entirely the victim of these new incredible sensations 
overwhelming him. His body was alive and churning. He didn't know what 
reason Barbara had for doing what she was, but he didn't care. All that 
mattered was leaving his excited, electrified body in the passionate, 
caressing hands of the voluptuous older woman. 

With an impatient moan, Barbara reached down between their two tightly 
clamped together bodies, her own curvaceous passionate one and the boy's 
lithe excited one, and eagerly spread the throbbing folds of her still 
tingling pussy. The spot ached and throbbed for attention and her own touch 
was like a firebrand on her craving flesh. Breathless, she clasped the now 
fully erect length of the boy's young penis in her hand, and slowly guided 
the hard, fleshy head down towards the lubricated softness of her 
thrillingly alive vagina. She winced from the sudden delicious contact of 
the hard butting head against her delicate flesh, and chills shot through 
her. Pat, demented beyond endurance by the divine contact, suddenly began 
prodding and searching with his inexperienced cock, not willing to wait for 
a further second, but Barbara, sensing his urgency and reveling in it, 
steered the bobbing shaft towards her waiting cunt and parting the softness 
of her pubic hair with it, gently placed the bulging tip at her quivering 
hole. 

Dave and Chico couldn't suppress a unanimous gasp. They looked in disbelief 
at each other, and then back at the oddly matched pair on the bed. They 
couldn't believe that what they were witnessing was actually happening and 
they riveted their eyes on the scene, anxious not to miss a second of the 
drama. 

Barbara tensed herself, and then with a grunt, raised her hips up and 
working her vaginal muscles hungrily, sucked the boy's virile young cock up 
into the warm, moist depths between her open legs. 

"Mmmmmnnnnnnn ... that's good ..." she sighed as she guided his youthful 
hardness inside her, feeling its firm length slip easily into her warmly 
clenching cuntal flesh. 

"Oh, God ..." she heard the boy sigh, and, satisfied, flexed her pelvis 
inviting him to explore her further. But Pat needed no further urging. 

With a savage groan, he lunged down with all his adolescent strength and 
sunk his impatient cock to the hilt in the older woman's hot moist channel. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh ..." she moaned, as she felt the top of his imbedded penis 
brush against the soft palpitating fibre of her cervix. 

"Christ..." Dave swore, stepping into the room in his excited eavesdropping. 
Chico had to pull him back to the hall, so anxious was he to get a better 
view. Disbelief whirled in his head. She was actually fucking the kid! 
Taking his virginity, in fact! The realization that he was actually watching 
his business partner's wife fucking back at this virginal young boy sent a 
lurid chill of excitement coursing through Dave, and he felt his own prick 
lurching in time to Pat's increasingly insistent downstrokes. 

Pat was an inferno of adolescent desire now. His own will had returned to 
him in a savage, demanding hunger, and he fucked into Barbara's nakedly 
writhing body with hard, thrusting plunges. She in turn, goaded him on, her 
hands dug into the cheeks of his driving buttocks, pulling him further 
inside her, lifting her knees and wrapping her long, slim legs around his 
slender back as she arched her pelvis up to catch the full force of his 
wildly pistoning cock. 

The wonderful, exhilarating feeling in her body, the feeling of being fucked 
for pure pleasure alone, had brought her to her senses. She knew now beyond 
doubt that it was not her husband who was there with her. She realized it 
was his young employee, Pat, and the knowledge that she had seduced the 
innocent little fourteen-year-old, far from repulsing her, seemed to add 
fuel to the depraved flames of her desire. Her passion-hungered body was her 
ruler now, and she obeyed its licentious dictates. 

"Oh that's it ... that's it, baby!" she hissed, encouraging him. "You feel 
good, Pat, very, very good ..." 

Her praise was like a discharge signal for him. He couldn't hold back any 
longer. He had experienced what it was like to be a man, so far, and now he 
wanted to know the rest. He was as good as Dave and Chico ... they had 
fucked his boss's wife, Mrs. Smothers and now he had too! 

"AAARRGGGHHHHHHH ..." he w a i l e d aloud, as he felt his body caught up in 
a cement-mixer-like whirling which spun him around and around on an 
incredible journey of intense pleasure. The room swam before his eyes as he 
began to spew his virginal young semen deep up into her grinding pussy in 
thin white jets. He felt her body jackknife against him and then a 
high-pitched screech rent the air. 

"Oh God Pat ... I'm there! I'm there! I'm cuummmmmminng tooo... !" 

Barbara's body bucked and tossed and flailed beneath the boy's still 
ejaculating cock, and her fingers were like talons digging into his buttocks 
as she greedily ground her naked loins up against him. Incoherent moans 
tumbled from her lips as she achieved her soul-wrenching orgasm and she felt 
as if she had been skyrocketed on a nerve-thrilling excursion into the 
realms of unearthly and sublime ecstasy. Stars exploded in her dizzy head, 
sending flashes of light to blind her lust-glazed eyes, and finally she 
reached the destination she craved-a Utopia of totally satiated senses. 

She lay there, in a dampened quivering state, clutching the exuberant young 
Pat to her bosom. Blissful serenity encompassed her, and she was unaware of 
the excited snickering across the room. 

"I guess it's our turn now!" Chico was muttering excitedly, his fly already 
unzipped, and his thick sturdy prick held proudly aloft. 

"Come and join in the fun!" Pat said proudly, his latest experience giving 
him, in his own eyes, the stature of a young lion. 

Barbie could hardly believe it when she felt strong masculine hands on her 
body again. 

"Wha ... what's happening?" she moaned drowsily, feeling her nakedness being 
touched and stroked by the strange limbs on hers. Her body was awash with 
unbelievable tinglings, joyously familiar stirrings of desire. She 
impulsively stretched out her arms and legs, splaying her fingers wide, 
encouraging the sensations which were polarized in her tensely excited frame 
to emanate to the very tips of her extremities. 

"Mmmmm ... oh Pat..." she murmured, recollection flooding back in a dazzling 
panorama to her half-awake brain. It was beginning to come back to her now 
... it was Pat who had given her all this exquisite pleasure, the young 
fourteen-year-old boy from the office! The sudden thought that she had made 
love to the child herself sent a lurid thrill of desire rippling through 
her. A vision of the slender youth as she had glimpsed him briefly through 
her lust-blinded eyes, shot across the face of her consciousness like a 
shooting star-his thin frame sliding up and down as he ground his eager 
fourteen-year-old penis again and again into her hungry, craven depths. Oh 
God, it had been wonderful, just too wonderful to believe, and now... 

Now who was this that was touching, embracing, caressing her again? She had 
to see, she had to find out! With an effort, she pulled herself up on one 
elbow. Her body felt drained of all energy, devoid even of sensation except 
for the peripheral thrills provoked by the alien hands on her. She felt 
heavy warm breath on her, heard a lascivious chuckle. It was Dave, and 
Chico! 

They were leaning over her, their avaricious eyes fastened voraciously on 
her naked body. The unabated terrible lust reflected in their stares made 
her shrink back a little-they were like wild beasts, their panting breath 
like hot dragon fire on her still perspiring body. 

"Dave? ..." she whispered questioningly. 

He moved closer to her, a cynical sneer of incredible lasciviousness on his 
face. He would never have believed that the lovely young wife of his partner 
could be so impassioned, so lost in lust as to fuck the virginal youth so 
wildly. She had been like a she-devil and he chuckled evilly to himself at 
the thought that it had been almost entirely his own doing. He had to admit 
to himself that he had delighted in taking this fresh young woman, the 
embodiment of innocence and marital fidelity, and shaping her with his 
perverted hands into a gross caricature of her real self, twisting her so 
that she was almost as depraved a creature as himself. And, to add to his 
sinister gratification, the look in her eyes now was not one of fear, or 
disgust, or hatred, but of naked, unyielding desire. Yep, you've done your 
work well, he laughed victoriously to himself, inching even closer to the 
trembling, desire-wracked woman. 

What's wrong with me, Barbie groaned to herself, her eyes fastened on the 
long, thick pole of Dave's heavy, lustfully pulsating rod as it hovered over 
her breasts. I want it, I want that big cock inside me, I want it inside me 
where Pat's was just a few minutes before. I don't know or care why, but oh 
God, how I want it! 

Her troubled inner thoughts were reflected all too plainly on her straining 
face and Dave had read them correctly. Her eyes were glued on the fleshy 
protuberance, the massive purplish head glistening eerily an iridescent hue, 
and the lust-swollen flesh seemed to mesmerize her, and she was unable to 
tear her gaze away from it. It seemed to her, in her dazed, liquor-softened 
state, that his blood-engorged penis was some powerful god, omnipotent 
beyond belief, and she was but a weak subject, submissive to its dictates. 
She became aware too of Chico, peering at her from her other side, and 
hypnotically, her eyes were drawn down to the squat, stubby thickness at the 
base of his belly, held aloft in his grease-stained hand. Drops of sweat 
were trickling down the flabby expanse of the cab-driver's face, and his 
fleshy chest was heaving with the force of his gasping breath. 

"Madre mia!" he kept sighing, over and over, his dark bloodshot eyes 
unwavering in their penetrating gaping. Barbie felt a faint shudder of 
revulsion course through her-the sight of the aroused, perspiring figure of 
the overweight driver repelled her, and she couldn't deny her disgust, even 
though the memory of Chico's potent hardness as it stabbed into her anus at 
the same time as Dave fucked her in front, came back with appalling clarity. 

Mewling softly, she turned her gaze back to Dave. Desire was growing like a 
brush fire inside her, and she felt herself to be powerless against her 
overcoming need. 

Dave leered arrogantly down at her. 

"You'd like me to fuck you, wouldn't you?" he taunted. 

Barbie held her breath. She had grown to detest this cruel, sadistic side of 
Dave which he made use of every opportunity to degrade her, and she tried to 
maintain a cold disdain for him now. 

His hand dug viciously into her bare shoulder. 

"You'd like me to fuck you now, wouldn't you, fuck that tight little cunt of 
yours that's on fire right now?" 

Barbie ran her tongue over her dry, parched lips. Oh God, couldn't he see 
what she was going through? She didn't want to be in this position, almost 
begging for him to take her, but she couldn't help it, her body, desire-mad, 
was in control. 

"Oh Dave ..." she whispered, her eyes pleading silently for mercy, 
compassion, just this once. 

"C'mon, baby, tell Dave how you'd like it!" he jeered, no pity visible on 
his contorted face. 

Barbie was in agony. Desperately, she ran her hands down the length of her 
slender, ivory body, trying to still the gnawing that tormented her flesh. 
Her long silky black hair clung to her perspiring face, framing the pale 
skin with an ebony halo. Some vestiges of pride still clung to her, and she 
would not, could not debase herself again by begging, pleading with Dave to 
make love to her, as he had forced her to do before. She just couldn't! Yet 
she could see him standing there, his pleasure-giving penis fully erect, 
waiting only to enter her and thrill her from head to toe. No matter what, 
she had to have it! 

"Please, Dave ..." she began, her throat arid, the words choking from her 
cottony mouth. 

"Whassamatter, honey? Don't you want it?" he leered, positioning the bulbous 
spongy head of his demented weapon a few scant inches from her face. 

"Yes, yes, oh yes, I do ..." she gasped, unconscious now of all normal 
feeling. 

"Then tell me how, baby, tell me how you want it!" he snapped harshly, his 
eyes sparkling with his rising anger. He didn't think he'd ever had such a 
hard-on before. His prick felt as if it would burst like a balloon soon, if 
he didn't get it into her hot, squirming little cunt, but yet he wanted to 
have this other pleasure first. He really enjoyed this utter demoralization 
of the young woman, and since her first capitulation to him, he was obsessed 
by the thought of hearing the lewd pleading words tripping from her lips 
again. This perverse pleasure seemed to add to his already considerable 
potency, and somehow it was a shot in the arm to him to realize that there 
was still some reluctance and dignity left, some lack of certainty in his 
partner's young wife. Had she acquiesced immediately, given in completely to 
all his whims, he would have already been sick and tired of her, and would 
have lost all interest in her, but the very fact that she still was hesitant 
about submitting completely, added spice to the whole affair, in his mind. 

His fingers were painful pressure on her flesh, and Barbie thought she'd go 
mad from the maddening burning down between her open thighs. The welcome 
flood of the teenager's semen swirling around in her stomach had barely 
dampened her ardor, and now her passion had resurrected again in a fierce, 
demanding claim for satiation. And Dave, who could and did give her so much 
pleasure, so much unbelievable joy, was there, ready and able, and probably 
willing ... just for the asking! But could she debase, humiliate herself 
again by pleading with him, actually begging him with four-letter 
vulgarities to do to her what they both so obviously wanted? Hope sprang to 
her brain ... maybe if she held out, he'd go ahead and do it to her with 
that lovely, hot hard cock of his, in fact get tired of waiting for his 
sadistic whim to be gratified. 

But deep inside she knew it was a vain hope. His perversity, his obstinacy 
was such that he'd deny himself what he so clearly craved, for the sake of 
getting his way on another matter. Oh God, what am I to do? she wailed to 
herself, feeling all sanity slipping away from her. 

She knew she'd go mad very shortly if someone, anyone didn't relieve her, 
quench the unbelievable fire that had been aroused in her and which was 
threatening dangerously to rage through her and cast her into a groveling 
inferno of idiocy. Why have qualms now? she teased herself. After all you've 
been through, getting it in the rectum from Dave, and then in a lewd 
three-way act with both him and that vile Chico, not to mention succumbing 
to a mere fourteen-year-old youngster? The terrible litany of her deeds of 
the last few days rose up before her with horrible clarity, and she gave an 
uncontrollable, hysterical laugh. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Dave!" she screamed, her head lashing from side to side, 
the last shreds of rationality ripped away from her tottering equilibrium. 
"Do anything, anything, but fuck me like a whore, fuck meee ... !" 

Her last words were drowned out in a piteous moan, as Dave, delighted at his 
dubious victory, crawled over on top of the trembling, squirming body of the 
young woman, and brutally forced her knees wider apart. There was no 
hesitation, no persuasion now. He had won at the eleventh hour, just when he 
had about given up, and was ready to take her at any cost. The thought that 
he had driven her almost to the point of babbling hysteria nagged slightly 
at the back of his mind, but he was amoral enough to wipe it out completely. 
He had gotten his way, that was all that mattered. The end justifies the 
means, he thought savagely to himself as he squeezed the soft white flesh of 
her shoulders, and lowered his mouth greedily over the red, pulsating nipple 
of her breast. His thick wet lips closed in on the ruby-tipped spear, and 
his sharp teeth dug into the sensitive flesh, making her emit a wounded cry 
from the pain of his bite. He enjoyed hearing her sob like that, enjoyed the 
pleasure-pain he was inflicting on her, and transferred his slavering mouth 
to the other creamy shimmering mound, to inflict the same. 

Suddenly, Dave ground his mouth down on her soft, open lips, rushing inside 
with his long flicking tongue, and began to swipe furiously around inside 
her smooth, white teeth, as his hands released their crushing grip on her 
shoulders and dipped to the tormented spheres of her breasts, which he began 
to knead and pummel like baker's dough. His mouth and hands worked in 
unanimous fury as he kissed and sucked and stroked, a fantastic sexual demon 
taking hold of him. His prick was heavy and palpitating, and he knew that 
the moisture at the tip was seeping out and smearing the soft pulsing inside 
of her thigh. He could feel the gentle wetness of her trembling pussy graze 
against his fiery hardness, and the soft dark crinkly hairs of her pubic 
fleece tickled wetly against his bobbing penis. 

Brutally, he reached down and cruelly spread her legs further apart, 
grasping them by the knees, and forcing the slender columns of her thighs 
wide apart to flesh-splitting distance. 

"Oh God no stop! Stop Dave!" she pleaded, tears spilling into her eyes from 
the harsh grating pain. She felt as if she were being pulled apart, split in 
two, and her body was entirely consumed with aching discomfort. She jerked 
back when she felt Dave's monstrous prick against her sensitive flesh, and 
steeled herself from his imminent assault. Why is this happening to me? she 
sobbed, a semblance of reason returning with the advent of the unendurable 
pain. 

"AAAGGGHHHHHHHH ... NO! PLEASE NOOOOO ..." she wailed piteously, as she felt 
the hard unyielding cock enter her with all the thundering force of an 
express train. Her flesh seemed to splinter into a thousand tormented 
fragments and then, in spite of the lubrication of Pat's earlier flooding of 
his youthful sperm into her there, unite again to form a screaming mass of 
untrammeled pain. 

"OOOHHHHHHH ... PLEASE STOP ... I ...can't... stand... it!!!!" 

But her cries were to no avail. Dave was beyond recall. He plunged forward 
with inhuman speed, ripping his savage way into her perilously quivering 
vagina, mindless of her expostulations, intent only on his journey of 
bestiality. Finally, he hit bottom, the rock-hardness of his cock slamming 
with brutal strength against the soft rubbery tissue of her cervix, wringing 
cry after wounded cry from the brutally impaled girl. 

His hairy, pendulous balls smacked lewdly against the clenching moons of her 
smooth white buttocks, and then were wedged tightly down against the softly 
working nakedness of her anus. His hands had dropped to her buttocks and 
were clutching the soft resilient flesh mercilessly, and her pelvis was 
raised up off the ground, affording him greater access to her trembling 
depths. Immediately, he began to withdraw his plundering rod from her tight 
confining cuntal sheath, pulling it almost all the way out before plummeting 
once more to the depths of her belly, making her jerk down against the 
squeaking mattress, cringing before his incredible onslaught. He began to 
establish a precarious rhythm as he fucked insanely in and out of her, 
perspiration already pouring from his face, his upper lip pulled back in a 
snarl over his teeth. He was like a predatory panther, intent on the kill, 
mindless of everything else. 

Barbie's eyes were glazed. The pain was receding now but there was still an 
air of unreality about the whole thing. The intense desire which had been 
consuming her had vanished and left nothing in its wake but revulsion and 
remorse. Before these two feelings had time to take hold, desire had once 
more returned with renewed fervor, tossing her skewered body about like a 
rag doll, and involuntarily, she spread her legs even wider, and arched her 
hips up against Dave's demonic lunges. The changing succession of feelings 
had passed over her so swiftly that there was no mark left on her by them 
and her whole being was enveloped once more in a crescendoing tide of 
unabated, unadulterated lust. 

"UGGGHNNNnnnnnnnn ... that's it, oh yes that's it ... " the words tumbled 
from her grotesquely working mouth, and her hands were drumming against 
Dave's back, forcing him on to faster and deeper and harder strokes of his 
indomitable weapon. 

"That's ... the ... way ... I ... like it!" she gasped, feeling her body 
turn into a churning, writhing pillar of moaning desire. 

Chico, meanwhile, was staring with bulging eyes at what was transpiring in 
the bedroom. Under the control, not unreasonably, of his boss, he was also 
influenced considerably by his employer's stronger, more forceful 
personality in other matters, and he was now gaping admiringly at the chain 
of events that Dave had engineered. 

He still held his prick in his hand, and was painfully aware of the burning, 
craving sensation which permeated it, and which no amount of self-caressing 
could assuage. 

He thought he had never seen anything as lustful or exciting as the body of 
the young, dignified wife of his employer, twisting and flailing about on 
the bed, first under the inexperienced lovemaking of the boy, Pat, and now 
under the masterful plunging of his other boss. Yes, this was a day he would 
not forget in a hurry, he thought, it was even better than the time he and 
Dave had sandwiched her simultaneously, front and back. In truth, he enjoyed 
seeing the proud little bitch brought down to the level of the Tijuana's 
whores he knew, felt a lurid thrill on witnessing her debasement. 

He was fully conscious of her contempt for him; she had never even bothered 
to try and hide it from him. She was so haughty to him, looking right 
through him as if he did not exist, even after he had fucked the snooty 
little bitch in the asshole. He bristled even now at her effrontery in 
high-hatting him even after he had shot his cum in her back there. She was 
no better than a whore, he thought cruelly, and he, Chico, was better than 
that! He wanted to pay her back for that-for all the times she had snubbed 
him, stared down her nose at his friendly comments. He was fully aware that 
she had more than once asked her husband to fire him, and he had saved up 
all his grievances for the time when he could pay her back. 

Well, he had paid her back, in part anyway, that time when he and Dave had 
fucked the life out of her, and now, he had another chance to wreak 
vengeance on the proud bitch who thought herself too good for the likes of a 
poor Mexican cabdriver. His anger and desire for revenge was matched only by 
the intensity of his passion, and his prick felt like a red-hot poker in his 
hand. He would find a way to get even with her, he thought as he staggered 
over to where the two nakedly writhing figures were entwined in a lewd mass 
of cock and cunt locked flesh on the shaking bed. 

Barbie felt herself adrift on a sea of uncontrollable ecstasy. Her body was 
not her own- she had long since lost control of it and the pleasure which 
Dave was giving her was in a way, no part of the rest of her. She felt that 
she would cum soon, and cum over and over again, for her flesh was rent with 
screaming, demanding pleas for more, more and more! Then, she became aware 
of a movement at her head. 

A hand grasped her silky hair; a voice croaked: "Open your eyes, bambina, 
and see what Tio Chico has for your buttery little mouth!" 

Barbie felt her flesh crawl at the sound of that oily voice, and terror made 
her eyes fly open. She almost gagged at the sight of the short fat penis 
held a fraction away from them, and she could see the underveins throbbing 
feverishly beneath the moistened skin. The head was grossly distended, like 
a huge red mushroom on a throbbing blue stalk rising out of a dank, dark 
forest. Her eyes bulged at the grotesque sight, but still she could not draw 
them away. 

"How do you like that, cava mia; a nice big cock for you, heh?" 

Terror mounted in her. Her brain, isolated from the tumultuous pleasure in 
her body, was gripped by icy fingers. What did that loathsome man want? 

She jerked back when she felt the smooth, moist flesh prodding at her lips. 

"No! Stop it!" she gasped unthinkingly, and Chico, the simpering grin wiped 
suddenly from his face, grabbed her hair more tightly and pulled her head 
forward, until her lips were once more touching the poised organ. 

"Now open that pretty mouth of yours, querida, or Chico will have to make 
you ..." 

The ominous threat terrorized the girl. Her head was held in a vise-like 
grip, and already she could taste the piquant tang of the man's genitals on 
her tongue. Oh what can I do? I can't take his penis in my mind ... I 
couldn't bear it! Chico, sensing her distraction, took his chance and rammed 
his hips forward, and Barbie, caught unawares, opened her mouth as if to 
scream. To her overwhelming shame, he had slipped his bloated prick inside 
her mouth, and even now it was filling her cheeks with its squirming flesh. 

She tried to shake it loose, but his grip on her hair was adamant, and she 
was powerless! The musky head of it was pushing against her larynx and she 
thought she would choke from it. Her mouth had never felt so full before, 
and the pungent male taste of him seemed to be everywhere, permeating her 
senses until she felt sure she couldn't breathe. 

"Now suck it, babeee, suck it!" he hissed, hardly able to believe that it 
was actually his cock that his boss' wife was holding in her mouth. Him, 
Chico! His friends would have something to say to that when he told them, he 
thought happily, the vision of her cherry-red lips ovalled around his thick 
squat cock etched forever in his gleeful memory. 

Barbie knew it was useless to fight him. There was really no defiance left 
in her. She was just a tool to be used between the two of them for their own 
pleasure, and there was nothing more she could do about it. 

In the depths of her depravity, it seemed to the tormented young wife that 
her very helplessness, her total lack of power in her grim situation, the 
fact that she was absolutely devoid of control over her own body, had the 
opposite effect on her to that which she expected. Instead of feeling 
demoralized, debased, mortified to the very core of her being, these 
humiliating emotions grazed her only peripherally-somewhere inside her she 
felt a lurid, forbidden thrill, a definite, undeniable stab of delight which 
sprung unequivocally from the subjugative nature of her position. Dave was 
fucking into her cruelly, using her open vagina completely and only for his 
own pleasure, while at the same time, Chico, the very thought of whom sent a 
horrified chill coursing down her back, was worming his heavy, obese penis 
around inside her widely ovalled mouth! The two men were fucking her 
simultaneously, one in her vagina, the other in her mouth! 

Chico was rotating his thick cock inside her mouth and Barbie could taste a 
drop of his seeping semen which had dripped from the excited glans opening 
at the tip. 

Tentatively, involuntarily, her tongue began to dab at the squirming organ, 
hesitatingly flicking at the soft spongy flesh, licking around the stem 
which flowered out into the huge mushroomy head. 

She heard a long, low, ecstatic sigh and knew it was Chico and somehow, the 
knowledge that she had elicited that expression of pleasure from him excited 
her luridly and she began to lick and suck on the imbedded member with 
renewed vigor, actually enjoying the novel sensation, her tongue working 
feverishly in time to the incredibly demonic tempo of the lust-maddened 
prick fucking into her hotly writhing pussy. Chico's greasy calloused hands 
were tangled severely in her hair, forcing her already grotesquely stretched 
lips further up over his bobbing prick, and harsh, incoherent obscenities 
were spewing in a venomous cascade from his grotesquely working lips. 

"Oh 'Christ... that's it suck it, you hot little whore ... keep sucking my 
cock like that..." 

His lasciviously degrading words spurred her on and her mouth labored 
mercilessly over his pounding organ, trying to enclose more and more of it 
into her suddenly hungrily sucking cheeks and her full red lips convoluted 
in eager rhythm with the grasping, clasping motions of her fiery cunt below. 

Every nerve ending in her entire body was aflame with vivid sensation and 
she felt as if she were rocketed headlong on a thrilling roller coaster ride 
that would take her up to an incredible, unbelievable summit, which she knew 
she craved, and which she knew would be better than anything she had 
hitherto experienced. 

Young Patrick was like a frozen, naked statue. When he had recovered from 
his dreamlike orgasm, he had discovered that Dave had usurped him and was 
brutally fucking Mrs. Smothers. An unaccountable feeling of jealousy stabbed 
at him-a feeling that it was his prerogative only. He knew that this was 
stupid, but yet, his marvelous sexual initiation by his boss' lovely young 
wife, had imbued him with a feeling of potent masculinity which puffed him 
up like a turkey cock. 

He felt like dashing over to the bed, and asserting himself, telling Dave, 
and Chico, too, to take their hands off the wonderful p o r c e l i a n body 
squirming about so lewdly on the bed, but reason intervened and cautioned 
him that he would have nothing to gain from his rash action but abuse and 
invective from Dave. So he had to content himself with watching the lewd 
spectacle of Dave as he began to torment the abandoned young wife. Pat felt 
himself gnashing his teeth in anger when he witnessed the older man's 
sadistic mental bullying and bitterly regretted his young years which 
prevented him from knightly errantry. But even while he watched, he was 
conscious of a strange feeling of comraderie, with Dave, a feeling that he, 
too, was one of the men who was able to bend and twist the helpless young 
woman to his will. 

He drew closer, his eyes feasting on the entrancing sight of the older man 
lewdly sinking his cock into the hot moist pussy of Mrs. Smothers, where he 
himself had been stationed not many minutes before, and suddenly, the boy 
felt an almost uncontrollable urge to experience once again the almost 
heavenly feeling of fucking, really fucking into a real live woman. He ran 
his tongue over his dry, cracked lips, wondering for a brief moment if he 
really did, in fact, fuck the lovely Mrs. Smothers, if she really had helped 
him, urged him to make love to her. Even now, it began to seem like a 
nerve-tingling, incredible but rapidly fading dream. 

With mixed feelings, he observed Chico draw closer, his lust-inflated prick 
held firmly between his fingers, and the inexperienced boy could hardly 
believe his eyes when he saw the cab-driver force his engorged member 
between Barbie's unwilling lips. His lewd command to suck it send a 
convulsive shudder rippling down his spine. Surely Chico couldn't mean that 
he wanted Mrs. Smothers to actually suck, lick his almost ready to cum 
penis? The thought struck the fourteen-year-old boy like a thunderbolt, and 
nervously, he edged even closer, his disbelieving eyes fastened on the 
salacious sight of the squat, rock-hard cock buried between the woman's 
beautifully ovalled lips. He heard Chico sigh in delight, and then the boy 
could not suppress an exclamation as he noticed that Barbie, at first so 
reluctant, was now beginning to move her lips up and down the full fat 
length, and Pat could see her cheeks hollowing and filling as she sucked 
greedily on the fleshy rod. 

Pat felt his own prick leap into even greater erection and unconsciously, he 
grasped it in his hand, amazed at the blood-filled hardness of it. He 
recognized the ache that was developing in the pit of his loins, an aching 
need to take his cock and bury it in Barbie's smooth soft flesh, just as he 
had done earlier. But he couldn't! Dave was fucking her in the pussy, and 
Pat could see the delicate pink cunt edges nibbling eagerly at the reddened 
skin of the shaft which was plunging with frightening rhythm into her secret 
depths, and Chico had monopolized her mouth, and it seemed to the bewildered 
young boy that the experienced, practiced pricks of the older men were 
swooping in heathen rhythm into her two tightly clenching orifices. The lewd 
sight mesmerized him, and he watched as one hypnotized, the sensual 
undulations of the lovely alabaster body under the dual ministrations. 

It's not fair, his young mind grumbled, I want to have another go too ... 
His virile prick felt as heavy as lead, and the visual excitement to which 
he was subjected made him certain that he would cum at any moment, so great 
was his arousal. As if robotized, his legs carried him straight over to the 
writhing trio on the bed, a new, fantastic idea occurring to him. 

Barbie knew that she was nearing the long climb to the pinnacle of supreme 
pleasure. Her mouth was governed by a will of its own as it licked and 
slavered over the gyrating penis in her mouth, and her hungering little 
pussy milked and sucked at Dave's tumultuous cock below. As if in a dream, 
she felt new hands on her. She knew they were unfamiliar, because they were 
small and light and perspiring, and a dull thud of terror coursed through 
her. 

What was happening? Who was it? Her breasts were being kneaded, the new 
hands pulling and rubbing and tweaking the sensitive nipples with growing 
insistence, and she felt a delicious warmth creeping through the quivering 
mounds, and flaming out in exquisite heat through the fiery little tips. She 
didn't think she could take any more pleasure of this sort-she hadn't 
thought it possible to have a surfeit of these incredible sensations, but, 
with the additional titillation of her pulsating breasts, she felt she was 
rapidly approaching the point of complete satiation. 

Glazily, she opened her lust-dimmed eyes, and a startled gasp of 
astonishment exploded around Chico's pounding weapon when she saw that it 
was the young, fourteen year old, Pat, who was caressing the soft fleshiness 
of the ivory orbs, and even as she stared aghast at the youth, she saw a 
wicked grin of unnatural lewdness break out on his prematurely wise face, as 
he guided the throbbing length of his fully-erect prick towards the enticing 
valley between the quivering mounds. Barbie's eyes opened wide in amazement 
as she felt the first heated contact between his hot young prick and the 
soft creamy crevice between her breasts. The long, hard rod insinuated 
itself like a determined python between the fleshy spheres, tantalizingly 
grazing the erogeneous skin as it nestled in the warm split. 

Dear God, Barbie's mind cried. It's too much- I can't take it! The 
realization that her naked body was being ravished by three men at once was 
the final blow for her. In her quest for sensual fulfillment, her mind had 
capitulated to the idea of Dave taking her vaginally while Chico used her 
mouth, but now, Pat, the young boy, still only a child, whom she had so 
monstrously seduced a short while ago, was making use of the warm secret 
place between her breasts, and was even now, squeezing the soft spongy 
mounds together, trapping his hot throbbing cock between the pulsing moons 
of flesh! 

It doesn't matter now! she thought wildly, unable to control the fresh 
sensations of overpowering pleasure which were racing through her. "I'll 
never be the same again! she railed wildly, but even as she did so, she 
knew, deep down, that she didn't care, that she wouldn't have missed this 
for anything. The pleasure, the excruciating sweetness of the sensations 
which were cavorting through her, were unmatched by anything she had ever 
dreamed of, and she didn't care how or by whom they were induced. The thing 
was, that she was experiencing it, and that was all that mattered! 

All rationality deserted her then, and a moment of indescribable delicious 
tension followed, broken by the weird sounds of wetly smacking flesh and of 
her own feverish muffled moans. 

Everything was blurred then in a series of different male groans, each 
louder and more piercing than the other, and she knew that all three men 
were cumming at the same time. But she couldn't decipher which was which, 
because just then her own release came in a cataclysmic revelation which 
seemed to detonate her body into a million sensation-wracked pieces, and 
every pore, every square inch of her body seemed animated with screaming, 
ecstatic life of its own. 

She could feel her pussy, a tumultuous writhing sheath, flooded with hot 
sticky semen which seemed to be absorbed in the blotting-paper walls of her 
eager cunt, and at the same time her mouth was inundated with the same warm, 
white fluid, only this time, Chico's, and without realizing it, she was 
gulping and swallowing, suddenly anxious not to lose a precious drop of it. 
The double flood seemed endless and as if the floodgates had burst open, she 
became aware of a third drenching, which flowed like a gentle river down the 
valley between her palpitating breasts, a thin stream finding its way to the 
estuary of her navel, and a limpid rivulet coursing its meandering way to 
the swan-like sweep of her neck. 

Never had she felt so saturated, at the same time so repleted, and she knew 
that she must surely have passed the point of no return, now that she had 
been fucked by three men at the same time, and that she had joined them in 
unadulteratedly joyous, simultaneous orgasm. 

 CHAPTER 8 

Barbara hesitated, her hand on the doorknob of Doreen Clinton's house. Her 
caution was brought about by the cool night air, not by any diminishment of 
her resolve. She could hear a faint tinkling laughter coming from within and 
its happy notes cut at her heart. She knew that Ed was in there and knew 
that he and Doreen were enjoying themselves. This knowledge heightened the 
acuteness of her own misery. Although she had showered and put on make-up, 
she still felt unclean, used. Her memory shuddered as she recalled the wild 
sexual debauchery which had occurred in her own bedroom only a few hours 
before. In a more sober light, she could hardly believe that it had happened 
all. She was stung with shame as she remembered how she had been seduced by 
even young Pat, when she awakened lustfully from his tender tonguing. She 
blanked out the memory of what had followed. It was a jumbled blur of 
different penises, different mouths on hers-Dave, Chico, Pat. Self-loathing 
consumed her. 

On the way over, in a rival cab, she had felt tempted to tear her carnally 
erring flesh from her body. She had sunk as low as any woman could, and she 
didn't know how she could ever face Ed again. She had thought of fleeing, 
leaving him without ever seeing him again. But after her shower, she had 
tried to calm her frazzled nerves with a double Scotch, and the potent 
liquid had gone part way towards dimming the painful memories which haunted 
her. The past couple of weeks stretched out behind her in revolting 
sequence, each step towards her ultimate degradation etched in her memory 
forever. 

As she drunk her Scotch, Ed continually came to her mind. Even though she 
felt she was unworthy of his love, she knew she still loved him, in spite of 
her infatuation with Dave, and despite his infidelity. But somehow his 
unfaithfulness paled beside the list of her own sins. 

The thought of Doreen was like a taunt to her. She knew Doreen was no angel, 
either, yet Ed liked her, was interested in her. As she finished her drink, 
her thoughts shifted and she found herself resenting the other woman more 
and more. She wanted Ed back and she believed if she could get him away from 
the voluptuous blonde's clutches, she might win him back again completely. 

With no fixed plan in mind, she had called a cab from another company, and 
on the long ride, she had resolved to confront her husband and his mistress. 
This was her only definite plan. But she had to try something ... she had 
nothing to lose ... and her husband to gain back! 

* * * 

Doreen stretched out languidly beside Ed on the queen-size bed, idly playing 
her fingers up and down his hips. She was feeling tired, and couldn't help 
wishing that Ed would go. He had been there since early afternoon, and she 
was getting a little tired of him always hanging around. She wasn't a woman 
to be amused by one man for long; she preferred to pick and choose as she 
went along. She was chafing at the bit now, and the man who held the reins 
was showing no sign of letting her have her head. 

Ed himself was feeling dehydrated. He felt hunted, unable to stay at home 
and therefore continually heading for the one lair where he found any 
solace. But the novelty of his extramarital diversion was wearing off, and 
he would have been happy to devote his time to the business and a more 
settled domestic home life. 

They were lying there quietly, each immersed in his and her own but similar 
thoughts, when the door burst open. 

"Now, you bastard!" an angry female voice intoned.... Let me show you what 
you've been missing at home!" 

Ed gasped in astonishment as he saw his wife standing, hand on hip, in the 
doorway of the bedroom. 

"Barbie ... what... ?" his voice trailed off. 

"You think you've got something there-with that hussie ... but she's nothing 
compared to me!" Barbara spat, glaring at her husband, who was sitting bolt 
upright now. Her hand was tearing at the zipper of her dress, and with a 
lewd, provocative shrug, slipped her arms out of it, baring her proud, full 
breasts, jutting up out of lacy white cups. 

Doreen was surveying in amusement the distraught woman, guessing that she 
was Ed's wife, and enjoying, in a twisted way, the tragicomedy. 

Barbara stepped out of her dress, and stood there in her bra, panties and 
high-heeled sandals. 

"Now what do you think of this?" she grinned in lewd invitation, pushing her 
curvy little buttocks out provocatively, and mincing around the bed in a 
wide circle. She kept both hands on her hips, and threw her head back as she 
walked, her hips swaying enticingly. 

"Very good!" Doreen called, clapping her hands lightly in mocking sarcasm. 

"Shut up, bitch!" Barbara snapped, "you haven't seen anything yet. . . !" 

"Barbara, darling!" Ed began, but was halted by his wife's lascivious 
stripping away of her bra. She advanced towards him, cupping her ripe, ivory 
breasts in her palms, thrusting out the roseate little nipples jubilantly. 

"How do these compare with that slut's tits?" she leered, and Ed choked back 
a gasp at the sound of the vile words spewing from his innocent young wife's 
lips. 

Defiantly, she began to ease down her panties, watching with satisfaction 
her husband's eyes daring to the glossy black fleece of her pubic triangle 
as she teasingly revealed it. He couldn't keep his eyes off it. It was like 
a being of its own, luring him like an ancient Greek siren. 

"It's better than hers, isn't it?" she queried lewdly. 

Ed was silent, raising his eyes guiltily to hers. 

"Isn't it?" she demanded again. 

"Barbara, please ..." he began humbly. 

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not!" she shouted, her voice loud 
and shrill. "Because others do! Do you hear me? Others do?" 

"So the little lady has been playing her husband's game!" Doreen 
interjoined. 

"Damn right I have!" Ed's wife shot back. "Yessireee! Dave Berry sure as 
hell likes this pussy of mine! And Chico Hernandez is just crazy about it 
too! Not to mention Pat McNally!" 

"Barbara, what do you mean?" Ed demanded, leaping to his feet. 

"Just what I said, Eddie, baby!" his wife retorted. "I've been having myself 
a little fun while you were away and ... and ..." and then, her nerves 
flayed from her unnatural act, she collapsed in a frenzy of sobs on the 
floor, her cruel retort unfinished. 

"Ed, what a bastard you've been!" Doreen chided. "Cheating on a gutsy little 
girl like this! Shame on you!" 

Ed stared first at Doreen and then at the crumpled figure of his wife. 
Doreen's right, he thought. I didn't really know or appreciate what I've got 
at home! His wife's lurid confession came tumbling back into his head, but 
he pushed it firmly aside. Who was he to cast stones? He had neglected her, 
and badly, lately he realized-she probably even found out about him and 
Doreen before this! 

"Oh Barbie darling, I'm sorry!" he moaned, reaching for his sobbing young 
wife. Gently, he gathered her cringing from up into his arms, and carried 
her over to the bed. 

"I'm sorry, baby!" he crooned, settling her on the soft coverlet. "It's all 
my fault!" 

"Oh Ed!" she blubbered, throwing her arms around his neck. "I didn't mean to 
do all the dreadful things I did, but I couldn't help it, when I found out 
about you and...." 

"Oh don't worry, baby! I love you and won't hurt you again!" he assured her 
tenderly. 

"I love you too, Ed," she replied tearfully, but the terrible things----" 
"Hush, it's all over now, darling----" His lips descended on hers, brushing 
away all her protests, and he crushed his mouth against hers, feeling a 
vibrant response from her. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted 
to make love to his wife, right there and then! He didn't care about Doreen 
anymore ... he just wanted his wife! 

Eagerly, praying there'd be no resistance, he ran his hands down the 
satiny-soft sides of his wife's lissome body, feeling her tremor under his 
warm touch. His fingers toyed with the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs, 
tracing a tantalizing path up and down their smoothly creamy surface. He 
could see the inviting pink shimmer of her vaginal split, peeping out from 
her slightly parted thighs. He brushed his fingertips against the delicate 
quivering area, feeling the slight pulsing of her tender young pussy flesh. 
His penis was swollen and throbbing excited first by his wife's obscene 
striptease and later by the almost celestial beauty of her outstretched 
form. Lovingly, he lowered himself over, and then his mouth traced a hot 
moist path down from the lovely contour of her doelike neck, down the smooth 
rich valley between her heaving breasts, further to the flat plane of her 
velvety stomach. 

He could hear her sigh and moan softly under his oral caresses, and he knew 
that she would not object to his love. He was oblivious now to Doreen's 
presence, or her fascinated gaze fastened on him, as he gently parted her 
thighs and worked his pelvis up between them. 

"Oh Barbie honey, I want you..." he breathed passionately, his desire 
threatening to break out and overwhelm him. 

"I ... I want you too, Ed ..." Barbara whispered, and slowly reaching down, 
she searched for and found the palpitating shaft of her husband's erectly 
throbbing penis. 

Ed gasped from the delicious cold touch of her fingers around his pulsating 
hardness, and could have cried out in joy as she began to guide it towards 
her waiting orifice. He felt the exquisite touch of her sensitive, delicate 
pussy edges on the hardness of his cock, and their gently tickling feelers 
like prehensile flowers sent thrills shooting up and down through the very 
marrow of his bones. 

Suddenly, he could hold himself back no longer. He was a mortal man, smitten 
with desire for his wife's beautiful body, and in an unexpected lunge, he 
wormed his desire-hardened cock halfway up inside her tight, hot little 
pussy. 

"Uggghhnnnnnnnnn ..." Barbara gasped from the forcefulness of his sudden 
entry into her. But it still felt good and joyfully she opened her legs 
wider, welcoming him in with all her being. She felt the wide heavy rod slip 
farther and farther up her moistly grasping cunt, and every ridge, every 
groove on his organ was registered on her supersensitive inner membrane. 

"AAAhhhhhhhmmmmmm ..." she sighed as he hit bottom, his churning balls 
smacking flatly against her upraised buttocks. The head of his big, 
rock-firm prick seemed to stand at the entrance to hungrily waiting belly 
and lewdly inciting tingles enervated her as she felt the gentle pressure on 
the mouth of her womb. 

Ed began to slowly pull it out, feeling the rubbery tissue inside cling to 
his withdrawing hardness. He shot forward again and was greeted with a 
welcoming, warming squeeze of her now educated young pussy. He sawed into 
her with quickening strokes, seeking to establish a rhythm, flexing and 
unflexing his throbbing cock inside her. She responded avidly with spasms of 
her own, and her legs snaked up and entwined themselves monkeylike around 
his lower back. Her hands shot up and tangled themselves in his hair, 
pulling his face down on hers, and grinding her mouth against his. "Oh 
Barbie darling ..." he gasped, submitting to her eager embrace. Their bodies 
were welded together, and were curved as one into a pounding, slapping 
bowstring of accordancy. 

Doreen gazed at the passionately writhing bodies of the husband and wife on 
her bed with mixed feelings. She felt a grudging admiration for the young 
wife, for her pluckiness, her determination to overcome the hurt she had 
suffered. She was damned beautiful, too, she had to concede, and she felt a 
pang at losing her lover back to his stunning wife. Still, she had an almost 
maternal indulgence in romanticism and was genuinely glad to see the young 
pair united. 

In the midst of her passion, Barbara felt a wonderful soaring joy filtering 
through her. Her husband, her own Ed was making love to her again, and the 
act was having a cathartic effect on her-absolving her from her past 
discretions. Not only that, but the profound pleasure she was deriving from 
it was also unlike anything else. It was unadulterated enjoyment, unsullied 
by guilt, pain, or any other of the insidious side effects she had known 
with Dave. She was cured of those tendencies now, she reflected joyously 
through her ecstasy. The hell into which Dave had thrown her had burnt away 
the fetters of inhibition that had shackled her, and with it all guilt, and 
now she was free of it all, and on her way to the exhilarating heights of a 
hedonistic heaven. 

"Oh Ed ..." she gasped, "it feels so good, sooo good...." 

"Fuck back, baby ... that's it!" he praised as they bucked and rocked 
together in a mad headlong rush for their mutual release. 

Suddenly, Barbara's voice rang out in a high-pitched shriek. 

"AAAGGGHHHHHHH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and her perspiration-bathed body 
was jerking and twisting under that of her husband's as orgasm after 
love-induced orgasm swept over her, washing away all her doubts, and uniting 
with her husband in a fabulous declaration of their mutual love. Ed's harsh 
grunts signalled his simultaneous climax, and he pounded his pelvis 
mercilessly against his wife's twitching vaginal plane as the white waters 
of his passion burst in a wild cataclysmic cascade from the reservoir in his 
squirming balls and gushed in surfy spurts into the voraciously sucking 
depths of Barbara's pussy. 

Seemingly endless was the stream of his masculine fluid that shot into 
Barbara's greedily sucking orifice, but finally, he was dry. He had reached 
the end of his primitive offering, and he lay back exhausted, his mind 
buzzing with the knowledge that he and Barbara were one again, and were even 
more closely cemented together by the incredible events of not an hour 
before, culminating in this tremendous never-before achieved mutual giving 
and receiving. 

* * * 

Ed was disturbed from his sensual reverie by a continual movement on the 
bed. Forcing open his eyes, he glanced at the figures beside him, and then 
jerked to a wide-awake sitting position at what he saw. His wife was lying 
as he left her, stretched languorously on the bed. Doreen, however, was 
crawling between her raised knees, and Ed could see that she had spread the 
inviting folds of Barbara's pussy, baring the magnificence of her tender 
pink flesh. 

Mesmerized, he watched as Doreen, after a second's hesitation, lowered her 
mouth to the entrancing area, and boldly flicked out her lean pink tongue. 

He could see that Barbara flinched from the contact of a warm feminine 
tongue on her secret opening, and watched with growing amazement as the 
older woman's organ continued to lap and swipe with increasing fervor. His 
mistress was licking his wife's cunt! Barbara's vagina began a gentle 
twitching under the titillating lashes of Doreen's practiced tongue, and she 
began to mewl in a tiny voice. Ed could see the blonde's weapon dart and 
probe in the silky mysterious creases and crevices of Barbie's pussy, 
flicking nonchalantly at the tiny clasping hole of her star-shaped orifice. 
Barbara likes it! he marveled. She likes being licked and sucked down there 
by another woman! A new feeling for his wife asserted itself in the 
astonished young husband. This was not the Barbie he knew, the somewhat 
cold, not overresponsive young woman who married him. This was a new, 
exciting woman, yes, woman, not a girl, and he was only just beginning to 
discover the tremendous depth there was to her sensual reservoir! 

Barbara was reveling in the butterfly-soft oral caresses of her husband's 
erstwhile mistress. She had been too dazed by the enormity of her climax 
with her husband to fully realize what was happening until the blonde's 
tongue had started its magical tricks, and now, she marveled that any 
sensation so feather soft, so elusive could produce such delicious chills of 
pleasure in her. Sighing, she closed her thighs softly around the older 
woman's beige- hair, pulling her further down on her burning vagina. She 
shivered under the other woman's touch on her breasts, her nipples, her 
hips. It felt so good, so relaxing, so safe! Doreen seemed instinctively to 
know what she needed at this time, and she felt a profound gratitude to her. 
Not only for this excruciating pleasure she was doling out, but also for 
being, in a way, the instrument of this whole cataclysm in her personality. 

Her philantrophic thoughts were interrupted by the sudden, shattering clouds 
of pleasure which swept over her. She couldn't believe that she would climax 
again, but she was obviously going to. 

Ed stared as he saw the beginnings of convulsive shudders spasm through his 
wife. She was cumming from Doreen's lesbic licking! An almost agonized cry 
escaped from her lips, and then her entire frame was twitching and squirming 
under the frantic lashes of Doreen's frenzied tongue. Quivers of incredible 
force shook Barbara's body and she crushed her tingling, tickling pussy up 
against the other woman's mouth, mashing it in frenetic desire against the 
joy-giving orifice. Her buttocks were raised up off the bed as her hips 
undulated again and again, until finally the motions of release subsided and 
she collapsed again on the bedspread gasping out the last of her orgasm. 

They lay there, clinging to each other, the two women, the older blonde one 
and the younger dark-haired one. Ed stared at the entwined pair, entranced. 
Weird shivers cavorted up and down his spine, a legacy from the sensations 
he experienced from watching the display and culmination of feminine love. 
He was captivated by the sight of the two naked females locked in embrace. 
His wife and his mistress. As if he were a puppet, and someone else 
controlling the strings, he edged over to the relaxing pair. He wanted to 
fuck his wife again, but he also wanted to suck Doreen as she had sucked and 
groveled in his wife's cunt. His prick was already inflamed with lust, and 
burning with the force of his lascivious craving, he moved closer to the 
inert figure of his wife, his cock poised and held like a flag. 

"Barbie ... Barbie, open your eyes!" 

Obediently, she opened her eyes, and saw the angry red head of his bulbous 
cock a few scant inches from her face. 

"I want you to suck me off!" he whispered hoarsely. 

Without a murmur, his wife pried loose his fingers, and taking the 
instrument lovingly in her own hand, gently nibbled at it, tentatively, with 
her full, lipstick-rimmed lips. A sigh escaped him as she enclosed the 
burgeoning top in her velvet-soft mouth, swirling around the glans opening 
at the tip with her tongue, pressurizing the sensitive area just below the 
head with the softness of her ovalled lips. 

She began to move her lips up and down along the pulsing length of it, 
squeezing and caressing with her honey-soft mouth, her other hand stroking 
the flaccid sac of his pendulous balls. Her fingers grated against the 
crinkled, hairy skin, sending incredible eddies of pleasure rippling along 
his dorsal bone. He felt his organ growing and inflating until he thought it 
would burst, and he wondered how she could take such a mass of flesh in her 
mouth. The hard rubbery head, blood-engorged to monstrous size, jutted 
against her larynx and he believed she would choke at any moment. But she 
seemed to thrive on it, slavering and sucking lovingly on his delighted 
penis. 

From the corner of his eye, he could see Doreen stirring, her arms still 
wrapped around his wife's waist. He could see the glistening platinum thatch 
of her pubic mound, and twisting his body halfway around, he dropped his 
face over the enticing area. 

He was lying on his side, partially across the bodies of the two women, and 
he turned his face slightly so that he could reach out with his tongue and 
touch the inviting vaginal furrow spread beneath him. 

He felt Doreen shiver from the initial touch of his tongue on her pussy, and 
he began to tease and lick at the soft warm furrow with the saliva-moistened 
tip, poking and burrowing into her familiar folds. She ground her hips in 
unified rhythm with his oral fucking, opening and splaying her thighs to 
afford him easier and better entry. He stiffened his tongue like a piece of 
buckram and rammed it into the tight clasping ring of her pussy, feeling her 
powerful internal suctioning trying to tear his organ from its roots. 

Her hair-lined vagina rimmed his nose and mouth and he was intoxicated from 
the steamy clouds of her ultra-feminine odor which wafted sensuously around 
him. 

Barbara continued her thrilling sucking and licking of her husband's cock. 
This was her ultimate gift to him. She would take his warm sperm in her 
mouth-accepting him completely. She was aware of his turning movement and 
out of the corner of her eye, she discerned what he was doing. Somehow, the 
knowledge that he was sucking the blonde woman's pussy while she was licking 
and slavering over his cock did not dismay her. On the contrary, she 
experienced a solidarity in the thought that the three of them were united 
in a mutual dispatch of pleasure. 

She worked and labored frenziedly over her husband's still-expanding cock 
and then suddenly she heard him utter a deep, from the chest moan. He was 
there! She felt the first wave of his hot, white sperm spurting against the 
back of her throat at the same time as she heard Doreen gasping out her 
orgasm. Her husband's cock, lodged securely in her mouth, jerked and tossed 
from the tremors transmitted through Ed's body, that coursed through Doreen 
as her warm creamy juices flowed copiously down and drenched Ed's hotly 
perspiring face. 

Barbara gulped and swallowed, anxious not to lose a drop of her husband's 
warmly flowing liquid. She thought it would never stop flooding into her 
mouth, but at last, she had sucked him completely dry and his limp, flaccid 
prick coiled back unto itself and slithered wetly from her sperm-covered 
lips. All three of them, husband, wife and mistress, collapsed in a heated, 
satiated jumble on Doreen's pink-covered bed, naked bodies meshed happily 
together in jubilant acceptance. 

It was nearly dawn when Ed and Barbara slipped quietly, arm in arm, into the 
cab. It was a never-to-be-forgotten night, shared by all three of them, and 
it was with considerable reluctance that they bid good-bye to each other. 
Doreen had suddenly remembered an urgent invitation to go out west, and 
insisted on departing the very next day. 

The warm-hearted blonde accompanied them to the car. 

"Now you take good care of this little girl!" she admonished Ed, giving him 
a sisterly peck on the cheek. 

"And you," she advised Barbara, hugging her, "watch this guy carefully, and 
don't let him cheat on you again!" 

"And good luck to both of you!" she called as the cab drove off into the 
night. 

 CHAPTER 9 

"The way I see it," Ed was explaining, "we can't really fail. With the new 
cult for those fancy colored candles in all shapes and sizes, not to mention 
the stacks of plain ones being used all over. We just can't lose!" 

Barbara leaned back comfortably against the high-backed seat of the Dodge as 
Ed sped down the Ohio turnpike. They were on their way to Tampa, Florida, 
and Barbara could hardly believe it. 

"Oh darling!" she breathed, "I'm so glad we decided to leave Traverse City. 
We can start a new life in Tampa!" 

It was only three weeks ago that Ed was offered first refusal on a candle 
business in Tampa, owned by an old friend of his family's. They had decided 
to take the plunge, and they had sold their interest in the cab business to 
Dave, and left the sale of their house in the hands of a reliable agent, 
with Barbara's mother keeping an eye on things. They had accommodations 
arranged in Tampa and Ed had promised that they could have a week's vacation 
- before they got down to business. 

Barbara could scarcely believe that the nightmare of the few weeks prior to 
their decision was over! The maudlin events of that period which included 
Dave, Chico, Pat, and, of course, Doreen, were already beginning to fade. 
And as far as she could determine, only good had ultimately come out of it 
all. 

She had never known anything like the happiness of the last few weeks with 
Ed. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other and their marital bond 
was stronger than ever before. 

She was sure, too, that their new business would work out. It wasn't the 
greatest livelihood in the world, she knew, but it certainly was better than 
the cabs! 

The truth was, she could hardly talk about the candle-making business with 
Ed without blushing. She knew she would get over that, but she couldn't 
forget her desperation that night, when Ed had rejected her, and how she had 
used that huge, red candle down between her legs until she had made herself 
cum! 

But, she smiled happily, all that is over now. I certainly won't need a 
candle for that anymore, as she reached over, her fingers resting on the 
noticeable bulge of her husband's very, very adequate maleness. 


THE END
