The Betrayed Housewife
by Rodger Wolfe 


Chapter 1 

The barman ran his eyes appreciatively over the petite blonde on the other 
side of the counter. 

"One Bloody Mary coming up!" he chuckled, his eyes taking in the smooth 
upsweep of her firm breasts through the soft fabric of her blouse, the 
perfect mold of her shapely hips encased in the corduroy of her slacks, the 
slender columns of her well-proportioned legs. It was seldom he got such an 
attractive customer in the little bar, and he knew that the blonde and her 
husband had just moved into the area. 

"You've bought that house on the edge of the wood . . . Mrs. Cardona, isn't 
it?" he queried pleasantly, as he handed her the drink. 

"Y-yes, that's right," Rona replied, conscious of his wandering eyes on her, 
and unable to respond to his friendliness. 

"Well, welcome to Parksburg!" he boomed jovially, and Rona couldn't suppress 
a blush as she mumbled a quick embarrassed "thank-you" and hurried over to a 
corner booth. There weren't many people there, but she was sure that all 
eyes were on her. 

She felt somewhat protected as she sat back in the dimly-lit booth, 
confident that she was out of sight of the other customers. She knew it was 
silly for her to feel so uneasy and timid amongst strangers, and wished that 
she had her husband Bud's facility for mixing with all types of people. She 
saw that it was almost eight o'clock and began straining her ears, waiting 
for the telephone to ring. She hadn't bothered to tell the barman that she 
was waiting for a call, as he obviously knew who she was, and would tell her 
when Bud rang. She wondered idly, as she sipped her drink, what he was doing 
in Chicago, where he had gone on a short sales trip, and if he was thinking 
about her. Even though they had been married for over four years, she still 
hadn't gotten used to his being away so much, and always felt lonely and 
depressed when he was gone. 

She had hoped that moving into the new house, with all the chores and work 
it meant for her, would take her mind off her loneliness, but it only seemed 
to make things worse. Normally an efficient, capable person, the muddle and 
disorder of the new house threw her into a fit of despondency, and she was 
unable to drag herself out of it. The half-unpacked boxes, the old, peeling 
paint, the dirt and dust everywhere, all got on her nerves to such an extent 
that she was actually glad to have an excuse to go to the tavern and wait 
for Bud's call. At first she had been completely dismayed to discover that 
the phone wouldn't be installed for several days more, but now, she welcomed 
the diversion that waiting in the bar offered. As she continued to sip her 
mild drink, she wondered again, as she had so much since they'd moved in 
yesterday, if they had done the right thing when they had left their 
apartment in Philadelphia and bought this house in the Pennsylvania 
countryside. Their tiny cramped apartment, with its faulty plumbing, its 
eternal noise and soot, seemed like paradise compared to their new house, 
and Rona wondered how they were going to get it into shape, especially with 
Bud away so much. 

The floors would have to be sanded, the walls stripped and re-painted, and 
in some cases, plastered again, there was disconcerting evidence of woodworm 
in some of the wood, and several of the windows would have to be replaced. 
And the large, two-acre garden was a jungle! Rona had had visions of herself 
eagerly undertaking most of the work herself, surprising Bud each time he 
came back with the vast improvement she had made. But now it was obvious 
that they would have to get a contractor in to do most of the work. The 
thought depressed Rona, not only because of the added expense, but also 
because she felt that it wouldn't be their house anymore, hers and Bud's, 
but would actually be the product of someone else's imagination and labor. 
She felt something akin to horror at the thought of trying to tell a 
contractor what she wanted, and knew that all ideas which she had nurtured 
for years would vanish as soon as the workmen asked for instructions, and 
she would end up with imitation wood walls and fake stone, instead of the 
knotty pine panelling and fieldstone she really wanted. 

Anxiously, she glanced back at the bar clock, and saw that it said 8:40 p.m. 
Bud had said 8:00 exactly, and she began to worry, telling herself that Bud 
was always punctual about calling. She had long since finished her drink, 
and she felt somehow afraid that the barman would say something to her if 
she just sat there with an empty glass. Gathering her courage, she moved 
towards the bar, determined to get only a Coke, and to make it last till her 
husband called. 

"Rona honey! Can it be you?" A loud, cheerful voice rang out and Rona turned 
to look at the shapely well-dressed redhead standing beside her at the 
counter. 

"Connie!" Rona stammered, hardly able to believe her eyes. 

"Well I never ... !" Connie gushed, turning to the tall, dark man at her 
side. 

"Luigi darling, isn't it just wonderful?" she went on effusively, steering 
her companion towards Rona, who was standing flabbergasted, unable to say a 
word. "I want you to meet Rona Hunter, who was my very best friend for 
years, and I want you to know that it was she aloiie who made those dreadful 
years in high school any way bearable!" 

Luigi stepped forward and clasped Rona warmly by the hand, and she felt 
embarrassed under his frank, penetrating gaze. "Luigi Brescia," he breathed, 
"very pleased to meet you, Miss Hunter..." 

"W-Well, it's Cardona, Mrs. Cardona .. ." Rona said awkwardly, trying to 
release her hand from his tight grasp. 

"Well, that calls for a double celebration!" Connie laughed, "what'll it be, 
Rona?" 

"I ... I'll just have a coke," Rona said, and Connie immediately pounced on 
her. "For goodness sake, have something stronger than that! We're not still 
at school!" Finally Rona relented and accepted another Bloody Mary, and all 
three went back to the booth in the corner. 

Rona was trying to analyze her feelings. It was almost ten years since she'd 
last seen Connie, and yet, miraculously, she hadn't seemed to change at all 
in that time. Her lustrous red hair was a mass of little curls, a change 
from the straight style she used to wear at school, and she was dressed in 
an ultra-fashionable powder-blue pair of gaucho pants, with a matching 
sateen shirt, but apart from that, she was the same Connie, with heavily 
made up eyes, the pouting red lips and long painted nails that Rona 
remembered. 

"Can it really be ten years?" Connie questioned, and then laughed. "Ooops, 
but that reveals our age, doesn't it, Rona?" Rona felt ill at ease, and 
found herself hoping that Bud would call, and she could leave. 

"Tell me about this husband of yours!" Connie demanded, and Rona wondered if 
she had imagined the sarcastic tone in the other girl's voice. "Imagine, 
they've been married four years!" her friend said, smiling strangely at 
Luigi. 

"There's not that much to tell, really," Rona said feebly, "Bud's a salesman 
for an electronics firm, in Philadelphia, but we've just moved out here. We 
were tired of the city, couldn't stand the noise and crowds. The only thing 
is, Bud is away a lot on trips. In fact, right now, he's in Chicago, and 
I've been waiting since eight for him to call." 

"Well," Connie laughed harshly, "there's men for you! It's after nine now!" 
Rona flinched from her friend's critical remark. 

She had felt that Bud had been delayed at a conference, or was tied up with 
a client, and considered her friend's blanket condemnation unjust. 

"What does he mean keeping you waiting like this?" Connie rattled on in 
exasperation, and Rona felt a stab of irritation. That was Connie all 
over-never minding her own business. A flood of memories came rushing back 
to Rona as she sat there in the shaded booth. Connie criticizing her 
boyfriends, telling her that they didn't appreciate her, urging her to stand 
them up on dates . . . Rona felt her face flushing as she recalled incident 
after incident.. . and the worst of all, she was beginning to recollect the 
events that marked a real turning point in their relationship .. . things 
she hadn't thought about for years! 

"Not moping over that delinquent husband of yours, are you?" Connie chimed 
in, and Rona muttered in reply that she wasn't. Connie and Luigi's low 
chatter receded in the background as her memory opened its long-damned up 
floodgates and released a torrent of burning, embarrassing memories. .. the 
growing intimacy between the two high school girls, the kisses that were at 
first sisterly, and than suddenly became passionate; the first furtive 
fondling, and then Connie's bolder embraces and caresses when she had 
finally touched her genitals! Rona felt a shiver ripple through as she 
remembered their experiences subsequent to that, how Connie got bolder and 
less inhibited until she actually kissed her there, on her secret parts, and 
Rona felt a flush of shame as she recalled how the illicit kiss had thrilled 
her beyond belief. Their affair had been brief but passionate, Rona 
reminisced, and she recalled again how upset she'd felt when Connie had 
suddenly found a new interest, a new boy at school, and had all but ignored 
her as she had pranced around on the arm of the new boy, who turned out to 
be a crack footballer, and very handsome as well. 

"My goodness, but you're quiet!" Connie said when Luigi went to get fresh 
drinks. 

"Oh I'm sorry, Connie," Rona apologized, "I was just thinking .. ." 

"About old times?" Connie queried. 

"Aahh .. . yes, and other things," Rona replied, embarrassed. She was 
relieved to see Luigi return, afraid that Connie might continue the 
conversation, as she was anxious not to talk to her old friend about what 
had happened between them so long ago. 

"Look, it seems to me as if your husband isn't going to call you tonight." 
Connie said, "so why don't we get Luigi to call up a friend of his, and we 
can make a foursome!" 

"W-what do you mean?" Rona stammered, her eyes widening. 

"No sense in letting you sit here all by yourself, especially when I'm 
monopolizing Luigi. And Piero is a real doll, isn't he Luigi?" 

Rona stared at her friend in amazement. Was her old girl friend serious 
about getting another ma?ifor her? 

"Well, what about it, Rona? Are you game for a little fun?" 

"N-no, I'm all right. . . ." Rona stammered, not knowing what to say. "Don't 
let me keep you, though, if you two want to go anywhere else. I'll be fine 
here by myself!" Connie actually wanted her to spend the rest of the evening 
with another man! 

Fortunately, Connie didn't seem inclined to press her suggestion, and the 
rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough, with Rona beginning to feel 
more relaxed, but inwardly worried about there being no call from Bud. 

Rona suppressed a sigh as she started to mix a round of martinis. She was 
exasperated at Connie's insistence on accompanying her home, and felt 
powerless to object when Connie had suggested that she and Luigi come in for 
a few minutes. Now she felt she had to fix them a drink. She was tired, and 
very worried. Bud had not called at all, and the tavern had closed. What 
could be wrong? She wished that her flighty, red-headed friend and her 
boyfriend would go home, and leave her in peace. They had ignored her 
protestations about how big a mess everything was in, and had promptly made 
themselves comfortable on the living room sofa. Well, after one drink, I'll 
just tell them that I have a headache and that they have to leave. . . . 

She stopped short on the threshold to the living room, the tray in her hand. 
Her eyes were fastened on Connie and her tall boyfriend, who were clasped 
together in a tight, passionate embrace. Connie's head was thrown back and 
her mouth was half-open as Luigi's lips were planted on her creamy white 
neck. Rona hesitated, not knowing what to do. Should I interrupt, pretending 
I didn't see anything, or wait a minute or two, till they stop . . . 
kissing? 

"Mmmmmmnnnnnn . . ." she heard Connie sigh, and the startled young wife drew 
in her breath sharply as she caught a glimpse of a soft, naked breast. 
Connie's blouse was open and Luigi's hand was inside! Rona could see a hint 
of the hard pink turgidity of the other girl's nipple as it dipped and 
slipped between the man's long brown fingers. A tremor darted through Rona, 
making her shiver slightly, and she knew she should withdraw and stop 
watching the two lovers. Anger was rising again in her with new vehemence. 
This was her house; why should she be the one to be inconvenienced? But 
there was nothing she could do, short of going in there and interrupting. 
Sighing, she turned away, placing the tray on the kitchen table, after first 
clearing it of the clutter which covered it. Unhappily, she began to sip her 
solitary martini, her mind flitting back to Bud, and the possible reason for 
his not calling her. She was halfway through her drink when a new, insistent 
sound caught her attention. Putting her martini down, she walked silently 
over to the door, and cautiously peered inside the living room. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped to herself, pressing her knuckles against her mouth 
to suppress further exclamations. Her eyes widened as she stared at the 
writhing figures on the sofa, and she just refused to acknowledge the truth 
of what she was witnessing. Connie's gaucho pants were hanging limply around 
her spraddled knees, revealing a thin black strip of nylon panties, through 
which Rona could see the rusty wisps of pubic curls. And Luigi's hand was 
burrowing down beneath the flimsy material! 

"Oh Luigi, your hand feels so good there . .." Connie moaned, spreading her 
ivory thighs even further apart. It's disgusting, letting him touch her 
there! Rona's mind reeled, as she watched Luigi's hands gently ease down the 
nylon panties, rolling them over Connie's smooth curvaceous hips, until they 
were bunched against the rumpled gaucho trousers. Rona could see clearly the 
moist pink slit of her friend's excitedly moistened pussy, ringed around by 
fleshy, russet-haired lips. A surge of horror washed over her. It was 
revolting . . . she should never have let these people in her house! 

Luigi's eyes were glued on the enticing pink slit which he had revealed, and 
his upper lip bared over his white teeth in a grin of lewd satisfaction as 
he saw Connie eagerly arch her hips and flex the copper-crowned furrow in 
hungry anticipation. He reached out with his index finger and hurriedly 
worked it into the warm, wet crevices of the trembling girl's cunt. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh . . ." she sighed happily, a contorted expression of 
pleasure masking her face. 

Rona felt a curious quiver of sensation ripple through her, a spine-tingling 
reaction to her friend's lustful sigh. She wanted to draw away from the 
crude spectacle, to remove herself from any contact with the vulgar couple 
in her living room, but somehow, she couldn't. There was something lewdly 
hypnotizing about the sight of the man's finger groping eagerly between her 
girl friend's wide-splayed thighs, and Rona felt as if she had turned to 
stone, a victim of the vile spell. Her hand, hot and clammy, clutched at the 
doorjamb, and she was deathly afraid that they would look up and see her 
spying on them. But I'm not spying, her mind cried, they shouldn't be doing 
this disgusting thing in my house! 

Connie's head was tossing from side to side as Luigi's fingers continued to 
probe deeper and harder into the melting cavern of her lusting pussy, and 
Rona could barely make out the blood-hardened tip of her friend's clitoris, 
jutting out from beneath the glossy copper curls. She could see the inner 
veins of Connie's thighs, vibrant blue against the milky whiteness, pulsing 
hotly, and the muscles were standing out like gnarled cords. The whole wet, 
throbbing pink opening of her pussy was exposed to view-as she desperately 
tried to entice more and more of Luigi's hand into her hungrily pulsating 
depths. 

Rona continued to watch the near-naked girl, as she squirmed about under her 
boyfriend's manipulation. Her breasts were quivering from the force of the 
tremors which convulsed her, the pink buds of her nipples like entrancing 
rosebuds. She felt a strange stirring within herself, a vague restlessness 
which made her body churn slightly with the ravenous rhythm of her friend's 
naked form. She felt suddenly hot and uncomfortable and she felt like 
tearing off her own clothes which were suddenly too confining. Her head 
began to swim a little, and she knew that she must have gulped her drink too 
fast. 

She was confused, unable to decide whether to remain where she was, or to 
return to the kitchen and sit down. Her hands, of their own volition, swept 
up to her breasts, and she was astonished to discover that the nipples were 
like hard little berries against her palms, straining against the fabric of 
her dress. A lurid thrill coursed through her at her own touch, and her 
breasts felt hot and aching as she cupped them in her hands. There was a 
curious burning between her legs, an empty gnawing there which was beginning 
to increase in intensity. The whole room seemed alive with the vibrancy of 
Connie and her boyfriend's passion, and Rona found herself drawn into the 
hub of their vehement desire. 

"Bud, oh Bud 

" she murmured, clamping her thighs together in an effort to block out the 
unremitting clamor of the tingling there. If Bud was here, he'd know what to 
do . . . 

She missed her husband, and her girl friend's sensual abandon to her 
boyfriend's caresses awoke a stab of envy in her own body. Her neglected 
flesh was crying out for attention, every nerve ending was desperate for 
sensual fulfillment. Involuntarily, her hands dropped down and pressed 
eagerly against the burning mound, sending searing shoots of pleasure 
scorching through her. Carried along on the tide of her mounting fever, her 
hand crept along her thigh, edged up the hem of her dress, made stirring 
contact with the flimsy covering of her panties. Eagerly, her fingers 
slipped up inside the tight elastic legband, sneaked up her trembling flesh 
to tease in the softly resilient curls of her pubic hair... 

"Ooohhhhhhhhh ..." she hissed with relief as her fingers burned against the 
pulsing flesh of her vagina, making searing contact with the moist, warm 
folds. Her sensitive digits probed tentatively at her secret parts, 
eliciting electrifying ripples of response from her love-starved body. Her 
eyes remained welded on the lascivious tableau of the redhead and her 
boyfriend as she spread her thighs even further apart, exposing completely 
the oval pink hole of her omnivorously clasping pussy. Rona watched as 
Luigi's forefinger hesitated for a moment at the petal-shaped opening, and 
then ground forward and buried itself into the excitedly contracting 
orifice. 

Rona's inner sheath gave asympathetic twinge as Luigi's finger plunged into 
Connie's slippery passage, and tightened disappointedly on emptiness. 
Suddenly, Rona could stand it no longer. Her hands tore at her panties, 
ripping them from her body, baring the lust-maddened plain of her vagina to 
her eager fingers. With a sigh, her fingertips played with the quivering, 
trembling flesh, sending rushes of exuberant heat darting through her, until 
finally, she pressured against the tight little ring of her vaginal orifice, 
sinking a finger in the warm, moist channel. Instantly, flushes of illicit 
pleasure washed over her, wringing sigh after sigh from her as her finger 
began to swirl around in her eager depths, and the smooth cuntal walls 
closed in ardently on her feverishly working digit. 

She was a fermenting mass of raw, open, desire, her sensations pruriently 
excited by the sight of her friend and Luigi in their lewd sex play. You 
shouldn't be doing this! her mind warned darkly, but she ignored it. She had 
to! Her body couldn't be denied any longer, especially with the spectacle of 
abandoned wantonness only a few feet away, in her own living room. She was 
like a wildwoman now, her dress bunched up around her hips, her blonde hair 
cascading around her perspiring face, her fingers fucking needlessly at her 
burning cunt. 

At the back of her mind, she could hear Connie's moan of ecstatic pleasure, 
and she could almost imagine herself in her friend's place, with Luigi's hot 
breath steaming over her, his strong sinewy fingers burrowing deep inside 
her, his brown hands roaming illicitly over her body. She was reaching, 
standing on tiptoe, her hands stretched out to grasp the golden prize of her 
release .. . she was straining for it as it tippled just out of reach . . . 

"Oh God, Luigi, I'm c u m m i n g, I'm CUUUMMMMIIINNGGGGGG...!!!" Connie's 
distorted voice, thick with passion, sounded out lasciviously in the nearly 
empty living room, and for Rona, it was the echo of the shrieks she felt 
rising in herself, but which she was afraid to release. She was cummihg, 
too, great sheets of floating pleasure wafting over her, catching her in 
their billowy softness, and drifting her along with them. Her own fingers 
were the instruments that gave impetus to the incredible buoyancy which 
possessed her body, and from the corner of her eye, she could see her 
friend, Connie, writhing in the throes of indescribable pleasure, thrashing 
her hips wildly against Luigi's thrusting fingerfucking, and her friend's 
demonic climactic gyrations were the sounding board for her own febrile 
twitchings. She was in another world, far, far away from the worries of the 
house, of Bud, of Connie, of everything but the incredible pleasure she was 
deriving from her autosatiation of her own body. 

Finally, the twitchings and tremblings ceased and Rona was forced to bring 
herself back to reality, a reality which would insist on her bringing in the 
drinks as if nothing had happened, as if both herself and Connie had not 
experienced a tremendous simultaneous release, and which would call upon her 
to entertain her guests lightly until such time as they cared to leave. With 
a deep sigh, Rona turned into the kitchen. 

Chapter 2 

Rona was startled out of a restless sleep next morning by the ringing of the 
doorbell, a harsh, grating sound. Maybe it's Bud she thought as she wrapped 
her old cotton bathrobe around her and hurried to the front door. 

"Good morning, Rona!" 

It was Connie, resplendent in an apple-green sundress, which set off her 
shining rusty hair and creamy skin to perfection. She was wearing thong 
sandals which crisscrossed up to the knee, and carried a huge leather 
satchel. Huge square sunglasses completed her ensemble and Rona felt 
pathetically drab and colorless beside her well-dressed friend. 

"Well, can I come in?" Connie asked briskly and stepped inside without 
waiting for a reply. "You look terrible, Rona," she went on, "I hope we 
didn't keep you up too late last night!" 

"Of course not," Rona smiled weakly, remem- bering how she had staggered to 
her room when Connie and Luigi had finally left, in the early hours of the 
morning. 

"You look as if you need some coffee," Connie continued, and bustled right 
past Rona and headed for the kitchen. Rona was thankful for once to let her 
headstrong friend take the initiative, and could have cried with gratitude 
when, minutes later, Connie came into the living room carrying a huge pot of 
steaming coffee and a plate of hot buttered toast. 

Rona felt the tenseness drain from her tired body as she sat back and 
nibbled on the delicious cinnamon toast, and sipped her coffee. It was 
wonderful to feel taken care of, like this, even if it was only for a brief 
while. 

Connie chattered on nonstop about her job in a travel agency, and praised 
the wonderful places she'd visited on vacation. 

"And next year, I'm going on one of those safari trips to Africa! Of course, 
it'll be fun seeing all those wild animals, elephants and such, but the main 
thing is, I've heard those white hunters are really something else!" Rona 
laughed, greatly amused by her friend's stories. 

"Of course, I'll also have to pick up a little of that ground rhinoceros 
horn that they use for aphrodisiac over there!" Connie giggled, pouring 
herself another cup of coffee. 

"Is Luigi going to go too?" Rona queried, remembering the startling evidence 
of their close relationship which she had witnessed last night. 

"Luigi? Why should he be coming with me?" Connie laughed. 

"Well, I thought. . ." Rona laughed lamely. 

"Listen, dear, I'll have enough trouble keeping Don, my husband at home!" 

"Y-Your husband!!" Rona faltered. "Y-You're m-married?" 

"Nearly three years now!" Connie went on blithely. "Don's a dear, but of 
course, one gets awfully tired of just one man!" 

"But Connie, you shouldn't..." Rona protested, appalled, "it's wrong!" 

"Don't be silly, Rona, this is 1971, not the Dark Ages!" Connie chided. 

"But it's immoral," Rona gasped, unable to believe what her friend was 
saying. Did she really hold her marriage vows so lightly? 

"Immoral, hell!" Connie exploded, "why is it immoral, for heaven's sake? Don 
benefits, by having a more responsive, happier wife, and I'm enjoying 
myself. What's immoral about that?" 

Rona was silent. What could she say? She and Connie were poles apart in 
their views, and nothing she could say would influence Connie, she was sure 
of that. 

"But listen," Connie said, "don't mention to anyone that you saw me with 
Luigi! Don is pretty broadminded, but there's no sense in waving a red flag 
before the bull! He thinks I was at my sister Jeanne's house!" she tittered. 

A mixture of feelings somersaulted inside Rona. She couldn't help liking 
Connie, just like she always did, but somehow, she couldn't condone her 
infidelity, her deceit. What kind of a marriage did they have? 

Thankfully, Connie changed the subject around to the new house, and Rona at 
once lapsed into a discussion of all her problems, how much work there was 
to be done, how discouraged she felt about the whole project. 

"I think I can help you there," Connie said pensively. "The Foster brothers 
are between jobs right now. They have just finished that huge house beside 
the Town Hall, completely converted it inside, and in a couple of weeks, 
they start work on a new bungalow near Coats-ville. Maybe they can help you 
out!" 

"But, they're so professional, and they'll . . ." Rona was thinking of the 
expense, desperate to keep it down to a minimum. 

"Look, let me go check and I'll let you know as soon as I can if they can do 
it! Okay?" 

Rona tried to object, tried to get her friend to explain more about the 
brothers, but she knew it was no use. Once Connie got an idea in her head, 
it would take more than her weak will to sidetrack her. With a hasty 
good-bye, Connie dashed out of the house, and in a minute, Rona heard the 
car screech off down the driveway. 

Rona was busy unpacking some glassware when she heard a car in the driveway 
again. She had changed into Levi's and an old sweatshirt when Connie left, 
not expecting to see her for the rest of the day, and she muttered with 
exasperation when she saw that it was her friend's white Thunderbird in 
front of the house. / wish she'd let me get on with it, she mumbled, making 
for the front door. But Connie had already flung it open and was ushering in 
two men, neither of whom Rona had seen before. 

"Rona honey, here are the guys I was telling you about! Eric and Rudi, meet 
Rona Cardona, a great friend of mine!" 

Rona felt herself blushing as she stepped forward and shook hands with the 
two brothers. 

"I've explained to the boys what you want done, and they've agreed to do it 
for 150 dollars!" Connie chimed in. 

"One hundred and fifty dollars!" Rona gasped in amazement, "but there's so 
much work to be done! You couldn't possibly have told them everything, 
Connie!" 

"Yes, I did! I included everything!" Connie assured her. 

"But. . ." Rona was astonished. She had expected the figure to be more on 
the order of five hundred dollars. There must be a mistake somewhere. 

"Well, as Connie probably explained," Rudi, obviously the older and boss of 
the two men, said, "we're between jobs right now, and weren't really 
expecting anything to turn up. Besides, it's nice to see such a charming 
neighbor as yourself move in, and it'll be a pleasure to help you out!" Rona 
found herself looking into his twinkling, dark eyes. He was tall and tanned, 
much taller than Eric, who was a little on the stocky side, and Rona felt 
somehow reassured by his unwavering gaze. She liked the two brothers, liked 
their confident self-assurance, and felt suddenly that everything would be 
all right. 

"Well, that's settled, then," Connie said, as if she had read Rona's 
thoughts. "When can you start, boys?" 

"How about tomorrow morning, that is, if Mrs. Cardona is agreeable?" Rudi 
suggested. 

"T-That will be great!" Rona enthused, feeling her shyness slip away. The 
two men got up to leave, and Rona suddenly said: "Oh don't leave just yet! 
Let's have some lunch first!" She was surprised at her own suggestion, but 
she felt grateful to the two brothers, and wanted to show them that she 
appreciated what they were going to do for her. 

"That's a great idea, honey!" Connie agreed, "I'll give you a hand!" 

Rona felt suddenly light-hearted. She had solved her most pressing problem, 
and so simply too, with Connie's help, of course! Bud would be pleased, she 
was sure, especially when he heard the low cost, and knew about the 
brothers' reputation as contractors. Connie really was a Godsend, she mused, 
don't knou-what I'd do without her! 

"Oh Connie," she breathed suddenly, "thanks so much for suggesting the 
Fosters! Everything will work out now, I know it will!" 

"Glad to be of help, Rona," Connie said shyly, overcome by her friend's 
sincere gratitude. Rona felt a little ashamed at her own censorship of her 
friend's extramarital behavior and began to think she was a bit hasty in her 
judgment. After all, Connie herself had said that she was harming no one, 
and she really did have a kind heart. Rona recalled how impulsively generous 
Connie was during their schooldays, and how she was always willing to help 
anyone out. Even if she tended to be a bit catty at times, she usually made 
up for it in other ways, and. could be relied on to defend any underdog that 
was being slandered. 

"Lord, sometimes it seems like only last week that we were schoolgirls 
together, doesn't it?" Connie smiled, shaking her head, as she prepared 
toast for the sandwiches. 

"You know, it really does!" Rona had to agree, "and you haven't changed a 
bit!" 

"Neither have you!" Connie insisted, "you're just as beautiful as you were 
when you were a teen-ager!" 

"Don't be silly," Rona blushed, feeling herself dowdy and frumpy. 

"And your beautiful blonde hair, which I've always envied!" Connie sighed. 
"Still, we did have some wonderful times together, didn't we?" 

"Y-Yes, we did," Rona agreed, suddenly feeling a little disturbed. / hope 
she won't refer to what happened, she thought anxiously. 

"Yes, you and I were really close, especially in our junior year!" 

Junior year! It was at the beginning of the last semester that Connie had 
really started to have a hold on her, Rona reminisced, that she had begun to 
show more than a schoolgirlish interest in her. 

"Are you thinking about those days, too?" Connie queried, and Rona dreaded 
the blush which she knew was crimsoning her face. 

"Yes, how young and innocent we were then!" Connie went on, and Rona felt a 
pang of bitterness burn through her. So much had happened since then, so 
many things which had changed her from the timid but carefree schoolgirl she 
was, to the frazzled and listless wife she was now. Nobody could say where 
the fault lay, really. Things had just happened, and she had drifted along, 
caught in a web which was not of her own making, but which was spun by her 
middle class parents, and which steered her from high school into a 
secretarial course, and from there to a nondescript job, in which she waited 
until Mr. Wonderful came along and swept her off her feet. 

Connie's voice was droning on, with a curious soothing effect to it, talking 
about their old friends, hinting at their old relationship, trying to get 
some reaction from Rona. But her own recollections had a strong hold on her 
too, and she remembered how exciting it was to be in love, to be engaged, to 
be waiting impatiently for the Big Day. Well, she sighed, it had come and 
gone, leaving her really no different, but with a husband to look after, who 
quickly changed from the adoring fiance into a demanding male who had to be 
satisfied on all counts. Their dreary little apartment added to her misery, 
and they both lived for the day when they would have a house of their own. 
And while, before marriage, there was a sort of exciting loneliness in 
waiting for Bud to come back from sales trips, full of exciting talk and 
bringing romantic little presents, now it was just boring, endless 
loneliness. 

"And do you remember that girl .. ." Snatches of Connie's vociferous 
reveries drifted over to Rona as her mind wandered over the rough roads of 
the past. The last few months before they moved, waiting for the papers for 
the house to come through, were the worst. And finally, the wonderful day, 
when they could actually leave that damned apartment forever! She had been a 
tumult of excitement from early morning, frantically packing, determined to 
leave before nightfall. She couldn't spend another minute in the apartment! 
Bud had grudgingly agreed to help, although he insisted they should wait 
until the weekend, but she was adamant. So he had ferried all their 
belongings out to the huge moving van, and had helped her pack and wrap 
things up. Evening came, and they still weren't ready. Bud had demanded 
something to eat, even acting truculent about it, and complaining bitterly 
about the helplessness and selfishness of men, had fixed him a sandwich. 
Soon it was almost midnight, and it became apparent that they couldn't spend 
the night in their new house. 

"But we have to!" she'd wailed, and Bud had told her impatiently that he was 
going to bed. 

Rona shifted uncomfortably as she recalled what happened next-God, was it 
only three days ago? She had stumbled, disappointed, tired, irritated into 
bed, and Bud had reached out for her! He wanted to make love! 

"Oh for God's sake, not tonight!" she'd moaned, and he getting angry, had 
brutally settled on top of her, spreading her legs wide with a crude gesture 
of his knees. 

"Please, Bud..." she'd pleaded, but he'd stopped her plea with a hard, 
hungry kiss which made her lips cringe from the sharp bruising. Then his 
mouth had wandered down to her breasts, clamping his lips over first one 
awakening nipple and then the other. At first, she had felt the stirrings of 
arousal, as she always did, and felt the ache drain away from her tired 
body. But Bud had spoiled it all, by his impatience, and had thrust forward 
with his hard, throbbing penis, not waiting for her to reach his plateau of 
intensity, and had rammed forward, sinking his pulsating member halfway up 
her tight, barely moistened vagina, making her groan with agony. But he 
couldn't wait, she thought bitterly, her fists doubling in anger. He had 
buried the full length of his turgid shaft in her unprepared depths, and had 
immediately begun to plunge savagely in and out of her in deep, hard 
strokes. Even then, her body had begun to react to the familiar ritual of 
fucking, and sparks of pleasure had kindled inside her. She could feel them 
now, a kind of warmth which was spreading over her body as she thought about 
that time, a warmth which was soothing and embracing. 

But Bud couldn't hold back, and before she was even fully excited, she had 
felt, with tears of disappointment, the first burning jet of his white foamy 
liquid shooting up into her ravaged womb. He had reached a climax too soon! 
He had continued to empty his hot male sperm into her, finally draining 
himself, and slipping with i contented grunts from her dissatisfied, 
restless body, leaving her a mass of frustration. 

Rona's mind lingered over the memories of the last time she and Bud had made 
love, and she was content to let it drift, unwilling to shake herself away 
from the enveloping warmth which was surrounding her like a fleecy cloud. 
Was it the memory of Bud which was making her feel so good, so relaxed? 

She felt sensuous listlessness creep over her, making her feel light-headed, 
as her consciousness struggled to return to reality. Something was nagging 
at her brain . . . something about Connie! 

CONNIE! Rona turned around abruptly to stare at her girl friend, her mouth 
open in horror, her eyes glazed in disbelief. OH, GOD, WHAT WAS HAPPENING? 
Truth dawned on the bewildered girl. Connie's hands were on her breasts, 
fondling them through her sweatshirt, coaxing her inert nipples into hard 
little buds of passion! 

"Oh no!" Rona gasped, pulling herself away from her friend, her mind reeling 
in horror, her eyes staring in bug-eyed disgust. That accounted for the warm 
glow which had encompassed her, which was lulling her quietly into euphoria! 

Rona stood trembling in the doorway, staring at Connie, who had not moved. 
Connie's hands had been caressing her breasts, and her body had reacted to 
the illicit touch, becoming aroused, liking it! 

With a heartfelt groan of fear and consternation, Rona dashed into the 
living room, willing to face even the two men waiting there, in her 
determination to escape from the shattering reality of the desire in her own 
body. 

Chapter 3 

Rona jumped when she heard the sound of the car in the driveway. She was 
torn between running out and throwing herself in his arms, confessing 
everything that had happened, and dashing into the bedroom, and burying 
herself under the bedclothes. She had hardly slept a wink all night, 
thoughts of Connie forcing themselves on her consciousness. She tortured 
herself with questions which she daren't answer. Did she like Connie's hands 
on her breasts? Hadn't she known something like that might happen if she 
resumed her friendship with the redhead? 

"Christ," Bud complained as he stumbled into the living room, and threw his 
briefcase down on the sofa, "where did all this crap come from?" He glared 
around bad-temperedly at the hodgepodge of builders' implements, and angrily 
pointed outside, to the disorder of heaps of gravel, lumber and cinder 
blocks. "I nearly broke my neck out there!" 

Rona felt anger seething inside her. She was in no mood to listen to Bud's 
complaints, and his coming home, obviously out of sorts, was the last straw. 
She had comforted herself all day long with the thought of Bud coming home, 
feeling that he'd take care of everything. But now she knew she'd get no 
solace from him. Her day had been long and depressed, and periodically she'd 
suffered nervous bouts of hysterical crying interspersed with painful 
stretches of utter melancholia. Her resurrected past in the unwelcome form 
of her old girl friend disturbed her totally, and she couldn't shake loose 
the memory of Connie's hands on her breasts, awakening the nipples with 
their insidious touch. But now, troubled as she was with undefinable 
apprehension, she knew she couldn't bring herself to confide in Bud. He just 
wouldn't understand. 

"Well," Bud burst in on her thoughts irritably, "what's all this supposed to 
mean?" 

"Oh darling," she began nervously, "the most wonderful luck came my way and 
I was able to hire two very good men, brothers, in fact, to do the complete 
job! And can you guess how much they're charging? You'll never believe it!" 
She tried to inject her voice with enthusiasm,, hoping that it would prove 
infectious. 

"A goddamned fortune, I'll bet! Why the hell didn't you wait until I came 
back?" i I Rona flinched under his attack. "I couldn't; I had to make a 
decision then and there!" 

"Well, you can make another decision and tell them you've changed your 
mind!" Bud snarled. He knew he was being unreasonable, but somehow the 
confusion of the house, plus the fact that they were in a strange 
environment, added to his depression which had started when a sale he had 
been counting on in Chicago had fallen through. He knew he shouldn't take it 
out on Rona, but he couldn't help it. 

"But darling, I can't!" Rona protested unhappily, "they've started already!" 

"Well, send them packing tomorrow!" Bud snapped. 

"But Bud, they really seem to be very good . . ." 

"What the hell do you know about building? 

For all you know, they could be a pair of phonies! They'll probably have the 
shirts off our backs! How come you hired them in the first place?" 

Rona felt utterly beaten. Bud was right! What did she. know about the two 
Fosters, other than what Connie told her? And was Connie completely 
reliable? Tears welled up in Rona's eyes. She couldn't tell Bud how Connie 
had suggested the Fosters! He'd think she tvas crazy! Everything was 
suddenly too much for the unhappy, nervous wife and she burst into 
heartrending sobs. 

"Honey, what is it?" Bud asked gently, taking his wife by the hand. "What's 
wrong, baby?" 

Fresh waves of tears cascaded down her face. 

"Oh Bud . . ." she began miserably. 

"There now, honey," Bud soothed, "why don't you tell me all about it from 
the beginning?" Bud's relaxing words cheered Rona a little and she felt that 
the best thing might be to tell her husband everything. 

"But why you had to go ahead and hire the builders without consulting me is 
completely beyond me!" 

Rona, just about to confide in her husband, was startled into anger by her 
husband's complaining words. Why couldn't he leave well enough alone? She 
was frantic, very near to an emotional breaking point. 

"It's all YOUR fault!" she snapped suddenly, her apprehension finding voice 
in anger. "Why didn't you call me the other day when you said you would? I 
waited THREE hours in that lousy bar for you to call! If you're so concerned 
about marital ethics, why the hell didn't you call me when you promised?" 

"Please, Rona, I'm sorry, I meant to but. . ." Bud said miserably. 

"You left me here all alone in this goddamned dump, not knowing a soul, and 
you bitch when I have the nerve to find someone to fix it up, instead of 
waiting around like a ninny waiting for you, Mr. Big Shot, to come home and 
take care of everything!" Rona's voice was strident, but she didn't care. 
She derived a malicious satisfaction out of seeing her husband uneasy, and 
couldn't restrain herself from nagging at him. 

Her wild anger stunned Bud. He began to mutter an explanation of his 
business meetings. But Rona refused to listen, and ranted on about his 
forgetting to call her. His nerves were completely shot, and wearily, he 
went to the kitchen, in the middle of her haranguing, and poured himself a 
Scotch. Rona followed him into the kitchen, still complaining bitterly. The 
welcome drink numbed his brain, and somehow, with the jumbled disorder of 
the house, and Rona screaming at him like a fishwife, he could contain 
himself no longer. 

"Shut up!" he snarled suddenly, setting down his glass, as a sudden fury 
seized him. 

Rona abruptly stopped, frightened at the rush of anger she had provoked in 
her husband. But her guilt and anguish conquered her fear, and she was 
unable to relinquish the minor victory she had won over him initially. 

"Why the hell DIDN'T you call me? Too busy with some slut..." 

Bud's hand snaked out and she reeled back from the stinging force of his 
blow. He had hit her! Cold, icy fingers of fear tightened around her heart. 
Her first instinct was to apologize, throw herself at his feet and make up, 
but somehow, she found she could not control the force that was hurling her 
headlong into uncontrollable anger. 

"You animal!" she spat venomously, backing away from him. 

Cold, relentless anger gnawed at Bud. The Scotch had immunized him against 
reason, and left him open to the virulent attacks of pure, sadistic anger. 
His pride was wounded by the fact that she had acted on her own and secured 
workmen for the house. This was unlike the timid, unsure wife he had to do 
everything for in the city. He wasn't sure he liked this new, self-confident 
Rona. 

"I'll teach you . . ." he muttered angrily, advancing towards his shivering 
wife. 

"Stay away from me, you animal!" she cried vehemently. 

"Animal, am I?" he retorted, making a lung for her. Unluckily, he barked his 
shin on the electric sander which was directly in his way, and he swore 
violently, transferring the cause of the excruciating pain to his hapless 
wife. 

He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder, and spun her around. 

"Now we'll see who wears the pants in this family!" he rasped, as he tore 
viciously at her nylon housecoat. With one pull, he bared her shoulders and 
her full ripe breasts were exposed to the air, the pink, jutting nipples 
shriveling in the unexpected coolness. The sight of the lovely, firm white 
mounds seemed to incite him even further, and he yanked away the rest of her 
gown, revealing her smooth, rounded thighs and the golden down of her pubic 
triangle nestled between the voluptuous curves of her thighs. 

His anger was fading somewhat and was replaced with desire-desire awakened 
by the sight of his wife's beautiful, curvaceous body. 

Rona was terrified. She had never been so frightened before in her life. Her 
whole face was numb from the slap he'd given her. Her husband was raging 
like a madman and she could feel the tension radiating from him. Her eyes 
darted anxiously around the room, looking for a way to escape. His teeth 
were grinding together as he clenched her wrists in a savage grip. Ignoring 
her shrieking protests, he forced her creamy luscious body forward against 
the big padded armchair. He twisted her arm back behind her, immobilizing 
her, making her gasp with the sudden pain which raked her body. His strong 
fingers clawing at her thick blonde hair, he pushed her face downward into 
the padded seat of the chair. Her breasts were clamped into the crevice 
formed by the armrest and the seat, and her soft, vulnerable buttocks waved 
nakedly and unsteadily behind her. 

"Bud, darling. . ." she pleaded softly, "please, let's talk this over ..." 

Bud's only answer was to smash her face deeper into the chair, smothering 
her protests completely. His eyes roamed lewdly over his wife's voluptuous 
curves, the smooth lines of her thighs, swaying above her trembling knees, 
the deep furry cleft of her vagina between the butter-smooth globes of her 
buttocks drawing his gaze like a magnet. Sadistic, angry passion welled up 
inside him. He wanted to kiss and caress her, tell her he was sorry, but the 
recollection of her taunts injured his pride anew, and a new savage grunt of 
rage issued from his lips. 

His hand twisted her bruised face to one side, allowing Rona to see him 
standing behind her. She stared at him, terrified as she took in his 
salacious lusting gaze over her nude body. She couldn't help being aware, 
too, of the tremendous bulge which was growing, straining between her 
husband's legs. She continued to stare at it in lascivious fascination, 
almost as if she expected the material of Bud's pants to rip away and expose 
his bulging genitals to her view, and even while she was staring, his hand 
reached up and pulled down the zipper. The huge thick rod of his swollen 
penis jumped into view, the [ angry head glistening obscenely, the length of 
the shaft sinewy and pulsing slowly. 

"Did ya miss me, honey?" he mocked, rubbing the rubbery head of the 
lust-hardened cock against her nude buttock cheek, and down the vertebra 
column of her backbone. 

With surprising alacrity, he freed himself of I his pants and stood behind 
her, naked from the waist down, his muscular thighs and hairy genitals 
making a strange contrast to the white business shirt and tie he was still 
wearing. Rona wanted to close her eyes, shut out the vision of the hardened 
penis waving in front of her, but somehow, her attention was hypnotically 
fastened on the lewd instrument and she found herself shivering as she 
continued to stare at the frightening demonstration of her husband's 
masculinity. 

Bud removed his remaining clothes and stood over her arrogantly, one hand 
still clutching her hair, pinning her to the chair in the unnatural posture. 

Bud's breath came in ragged gasps. He stared at the cringing, lusciously 
curved body of his naked wife, her smooth pear-shaped ass rising up in 
lovely isolation from her fearfully quivering legs. The unshaded light 
fixture cast a brilliant white glare over Rona's exposed flesh and Bud could 
see every tiny hair in the soft blonde pelt of her pubic triangle that 
peeped back between the delicate round cheeks of her ass. He bent over 
towards her, the glistening, purplish head of his extended cock bobbing 
obscenely out from his testicles. He lowered his face down to the soft, 
perfectly-shaped spheres of her buttocks, and deliberately reached out with 
his tongue and began to lick the smooth polished flesh. 

Shivers of apprehension rippled through the helpless young woman. She opened 
her mouth to plead, but her husband's ape like grip tightened on her hips 
and pressed her face deeper down into the smothering upholstery. She was 
frightened out of her wits. Was this her own husband doing this to her? 

Bud could sense the fear he was inspiring in her. It filled him with a sense 
of power, and he felt a strange stab of perverted lust as he looked down at 
the helpless cringing body of his wife. He felt as if he had lost control 
over his own libido; he was egged on by an animalistic instinct in him which 
had been unleashed by his wife's taunt and his own anger. His hands 
tightened on the curves of her buttocks and held her fast. His fingers 
squeezed the tender moons, and Rona began to sob softly. She wanted to 
scream, to cry and beg for mercy, but she was afraid to. She feared it would 
only increase his lewd anger; drive him on to untold bestiality. She knew 
she would have to submit to his lascivious, angered desires. She had 
provoked him by screaming at him, and now, enraged as he was, she was afraid 
to do anything more that would make him lose complete control over himself. 
She felt she had lost all power over her own body. She was helpless, his to 
do anything with that he wished ... anything! 

Bud's hands dropped to his wife's knees and began to stroke her upper leg, 
running them teasingly, slowly up her inner thigh, all the way to the soft 
curling little tufts of her cunt. His hand grazed the curly flaxen pubic 
mound and he felt his prick give an excited lurch as his hand grazed the 
tender moistening pussy lips. A shiver of impassioned excitement shot 
through him as his mind dwelt lasciviously on what he was doing, and the 
lewd position he had forced his wife into. 

"Put your hand back here, honey!" he rasped, and Rona, fearful of enraging 
him by refusing, reached her small white hand back to him. He guided it down 
to where his large, distended prick hovered out of the nest of dark pubic 
curls. 

"Now ... stroke my balls!" he ordered preemptorily. 

A ripple of horror shuddered through Rona as she understood his command. 

"NO! NO! I WON'T!" she gasped defiantly, his lewd words inciting her tearful 
defiance. 

"WAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH...!!!" she shrieked suddenly, as Bud suddenly dug his 
fingers deep into her soft, defenseless buttocks. Red welts appeared across 
the gleaming white skin, emphasizing the sharp, searing pain which his 
clawing had induced. 

Terrified, and fearful of bringing more pain on herself, Rona timidly ran 
her fingers under the soft hairy sac of his balls, diligently, gently 
stroking them, cupping them carefully in her palm. Revulsion coursed through 
her at this lewd coercion. 

"MMMmmmmmmmmmnnnnnn..." Bud groaned, as his scrotum tingled with lascivious 
pleasure, stiffening even further, and sending his massive prick shooting 
into even more pre-ponderous erection. 

"Yeah, that's it..." he groaned again, his voice harsh with pleasure. 

Slowly, he insinuated his palms between Rona's smooth ass cheeks. When his 
flattened hands were firmly wedged between her satiny white buttocks, he 
gradually but firmly pressured them apart. The crinkled skin between her ! 
ivory globes stretched unmercifully as Bud pulled tighter and his fingers 
prodded the soft creamy flesh that surrounded the tight puckered lips of her 
anus. 

"Okay now, Honey," he commanded, "spread those legs wider!" 

Rona gasped when she heard her husband's order. She feebly attempted to 
follow his command, but she had lost any ability to control that numbed part 
of her body. She made a pitifull futile effort to spread her wobbling legs. 

Grinning gleefully, Bud teased his middle finger at the tight little 
asshole, chuckling evilly as Rona jerked from the agonizing contact. One 
hand kept a steel-trap grip on her soft ass-mounds, thus clamping her naked 
body helplessly in the obscene bent-over position. 

Rona's mind reeled. She was overcome with revulsion and her brain stumbled 
under the weight of the sickening thoughts which were crushing her. He was 
depraved, forcing her to submit to this disgusting tampering with the most 
private reaches of her body. He was like an animal! 

Bud stared at the crinkled, brown rectal entrance, oblivious to his wife's 
thoughts. Rona could feel his hot irregular breathing tickling her pubic 
hairs as once again his tongue shot out, drawing its moist, undulating 
length along the sensitive crevice between her widespread buttocks. 

"Oooohhhhh!" Rona sucked in her breath, the strange unfamiliar sensation 
making her buttocks contract against his intruding face. Savagely, Bud bit 
his sharp teeth into the tender mounds, covering her ass with stinging 
little welts. Then his tongue darted out again and prodded obscenely at the 
tiny exposed ring of her rectum, jabbing, prying, trying to stretch and 
moisten the tight dark sphincter with its tip. 

"Oh no, please no. . ." Rona moaned, her beautiful marble-white buttocks 
twitching, shrinking from the perverted licking of her nakedly exposed anus. 
This can't be my own husband doing this revolting thing, torturing me like 
this . . . her mind protested uselessly. 

"Yeaaaahhh!" Bud grinned as he stretched the tender cheeks even further 
apart and laid his thick, hard cock along the full length of the moistened 
crevice. Then, he squeezed the fleshy mounds together, cradling his swollen 
thickness between the satin-soft orbs. Drops of moisture oozed from the 
bulbous tip and mixed with the wetness that his tongue had left, as he 
pressed and pressured the hardness of his cock with the soft pliant flesh of 
his helplessly moaning wife's ass-cheeks. 

She felt the skin around her asshole being stretched and pulled mercilessly 
and she could feel the tight anal ring straining against the tug of her 
widened buttocks, and then she gasped audibly at the sudden dull pain from 
the lewd probing of his middle finger. 

"Stop!" she panted pleadingly, "please don't..." 

There was no reply but a stronger, more insistent prodding. 

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH . . ." she screamed again as he managed to insert the tip 
of his finger into the tight resistant hole. Rona felt as though a knife 
were slicing her apart, sending shoots of nerve-jarring pain up her 
backbone. She had never felt before in her life such intense, concentrated 
pain. She could feel him move his finger deeper into her tiny tight anus. It 
hurt agonizingly, and she felt lewd and obscene, exposed to this degrading 
assault. Her own husband ivas forcing his finger into her naked rectum! 

She held her breath indefinitely as he continued to dig at her rectal 
membrane with his cruel digit, insinuating it slowly farther and farther 
into the depths of her back passage. She writhed and croaked dryly as he 
continued his sodomizing insertion, and she tried to pull away from his 
impaling finger, crucified by the inhuman torture. 

Then suddenly, with a wet sucking sound, Bud pulled his finger out of her 
now slightly widened channel, the pink rubbery inner skin of her anus 
clinging to it reluctantly as it withdrew. Bud's eyes were glazed with lust 
and he was staring down on the smooth white body of his prostrate wife with 
lewd satisfaction. Eagerly, he placed the swollen head of his bulging prick 
against the tiny opening nestling between her bruised buttocks. He jerked 
forward a little, and Rona cringed back in disbelief. Realization was 
dawning with horrible significance on her. Oh, God, he can't be ... he can't 
be thinking of doing it to me back there! He'll kill me! He'll split me 
apart! Oh, Lord, make him stop! 

Rona was overcome with revulsion, and fear. Now that her husband's intention 
was diabolically clear, she was possessed by a new dread. He was going to 
put his huge penis into her rectum! She was filled with shame and loathing. 
She had never really imagined such a thing happening to anyone, least of all 
herself! And now, it was going to happen to her, and it was her husband who 
was doing it! It was ... bestial! 

"UUURRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH . .." Rona gurgled sickeningly, her voice hoarse with 
despair, as a searing, rushing pain racked her whole body. Her bottom felt 
as though it were on fire, as if someone was hammering a red-hot iron spike 
up into her rectum. Violent shooting pain spread to every nerve in her body, 
radiating from the source-her husband's battering devastation. He had forced 
the bulbous head of his huge cudgel into her tiny bruised asshole! 

"Open your ass!" he screeched, amazed and furious at the tightness of her 
virgin anus. He looked down through lust-slitted eyes at his thick purplish 
cannon wedged obscenely between the milk-white buttocks of his wife's 
backside. Furiously, he clutched at her tender cheeks, holding them brutally 
in position while he marshalled his strength, and then, with a bound, he 
threw his weight entirely forward, lending his grotesquely thick rod the 
full momentum of his muscular frame. With an audible "whooosh!" the 
straining rectal passage gave way to the incredible pressure, and he slid 
forward more than halfway into her numbed channel. 

"AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH ... OH, BUD, PLEASE STOP! . . ." Rona screamed, her 
buttocks flailing to escape the painful boring of his cock. She jerked and 
twisted under her husband's steel grip, the pain spurring her to a desperate 
resistance. Hoarse sobs choked in her raw throat as she jerked futilely to 
escape the electrifying agony. 

Bud grinned, a salacious grin of malice that reflected his lewd pleasure. He 
was exhilarated by the effect of his terrible subjugation, and he felt no 
tenderness or mercy for his young wife. He was gone past the stage of any 
gentle emotion-brutal instinct was the captain now. He drove forward like a 
man possessed, screwing his massive cock further into her tightly 
constricted passage, drilling inch by inch mercilessly into the tight hot 
rectal sheath. He flexed his powerful loins, shoving his granite prick with 
agonizing deliberate pressure, locking her flesh more firmly on the 
relentless bolt shooting into her bowels. With a final grunt, he rammed his 
lust-hardened prick home, sinking it with a flesh-splitting thrust all the 
way to the hilt in her vainly clenched depths. His pubic hairs pressed 
tightly and lewdly against the ovally stretched rim of her asshole, and he 
rotated his hips slowly to make sure that not a millimeter of his huge prick 
remained outside of its obscene haven. 

"Oh, Bud, please stop ... it hurts, oh, God, it hurts!!!" Rona whimpered 
hoarsely, but Bud only continued to rotate the huge shaft around in tiny 
little circles inside her, scouring her intimate sanctum and destroying 
forever the sanctity of her heretofore virginal anal flesh. 

Then he began to withdraw his endless instrument along its invading road, 
wringing increased cries of agony from his demented wife. Her pink inner 
flesh disputed his passage, dragging along the retreating cock, until 
tugging resolutely, he pulled the swollen pole completely out. Only the 
massive crowning head remained inside her tight anal ring, clutched tightly 
by her contracted flesh. 

Once more, he lanced forward into her abused asshole, as with the same 
labored buffeting, he sank his sodomizing prick in to the very base. Slowly, 
he turned his dilated prick around in her sheath, stretching her anal 
membrane intolerably, rummaging inside her bowels, prodding, shoving, 
punishing every corner of her being. 

Then, grunting with sadistic pleasure, Bud began an unhurried fucking 
movement in and out of his agonized wife, sawing his rock-hard prick back 
and forth up the long torturous passage of her backside, and slowly out 
again by the same painfully abusive route. Gradually, each forward thrust 
became easier for him, as her now hopelessly stretched rectum gave up the 
struggle and permitted the intruding shaft to pursue its brutal rape. 
Against her will, Rona's throbbing ass relaxed slightly under the relentless 
pistoning, and she felt strangely wet between her buttocks, the solid thrust 
of her husband's cock seeming to lubricate the delicate confines of her back 
passage. His slithering, snakelike penis was tingling with pleasure, and his 
balls ached to feel the rush of sperm from them. 

He began to slam swiftly into her, hard and fast, and his mouth opened and 
closed in time to his demonic inthrusts. His breath whirled out of his lungs 
in long, struggling gasps, and his fingers scratched into her back, as he 
yanked her backward, skewering her even more on his huge cudgelling pole. 
His prick seemed to inflate and expand inside her until it was pounding 
vehemently for release. He slammed forward faster and faster, his body 
rocking in lewd pounding rhythm, and he began to' mutter obscenities as he 
felt his climax approaching. 

"Fuck back!" he screamed wildly, "hump that hot little ass back!" And then, 
his body grew taut and a long, hollow moan escaped him. And . . . 

"OH, GOD, I'M CUUMMIINNGGG! AAAGGGHHHHHHH ...!!!" 

His body stretched unbearably, stiffening along its full length, his spine 
locking into place as with a final, deep growl, his sperm burst from the 
cavern of his balls and gushed in wave after wave of heated, lavalike liquid 
into the forever stretched depths of her behind. 

The onrush of sperm was the ultimate degradation for the half insane young 
wife. She had never felt so soiled, so utterly debased in her life. She 
didn't think she could ever hold up her head again after what had happened 
to her tonight. Tears of mortification coursed down her cheeks as the 
seemingly limitless flow of scalding fluid rushed from her husband's 
steaming balls and raged on up into her flooded anal sheath and then seethed 
deeper into her quivering belly. She felt nothing but loathing and contempt 
for her husband, and cold fury was beginning to form in her dazed brain. 
Disgusted, she heard him groan and gasp as he emptied the last of his 
explosive release into her and then with a moan, collapsed heavily over her, 
his heavy, panting body crushing hers even further into the old armchair. 
She was too sick even to shrug his weight from her back. She'd have her 
chance later, to get back at him, to pay him back for what he'd just done to 
her. He might be sorry later, but she wouldn't forget ... no, not for a 
long, long time. .. . 

"Eric! Rudi! There's some coffee on the stove!" Rona called from the 
bedroom, when she heard the two Fosters come in the front door. They had 
been working on the house for nearly a week now, and they were really making 
headway with the work. Rona was delighted to see the house taking shape 
under her eyes, and she was deeply grateful to Connie, and the two brothers, 
for helping her out. The only shadow that marred her happiness was her 
relationship with Bud. Somehow, she just couldn't erase the memory of his 
bestial anal assault. She tried to forgive him, as he had begged her to, but 
the galling recollection of her degradation stayed inexorably with her, and 
she found herself unable to speak civilly to her husband. He had retreated 
into a hurt, proud silence, and she had to admit to herself that she was a 
little relieved when he left yesterday on another selling trip. 

Maybe things will be better when he gets back! she thought hopefully, 
absently running her eye over the clothes in her wardrobe. She suddenly felt 
dull and lifeless, unable to be enthusiastic about anything. Thinking about 
Bud really depressed her, and she wished in her heart of hearts, that things 
were all right between them. Nothing seemed to be important when their 
relationship was so shaky, and she bitterly regretted her wounded, prideful 
stance. Perhaps he'll call tonight, and things will be all right! The 
thought cheered her, and she decided to help herself to a cup of coffee 
before getting dressed. The day's so hot already, what will it be like at 
noon? she pondered as she ambled into the kitchen. Rudi and Eric were there, 
draining their coffee cups, and seeing their surprised, intense stares, she 
became acutely aware of her short Cotton nightdress, and her naked feet clad 
only in mules. 



Chapter 4 

"Good morning," she said, suddenly shy, as she poured herself a cup of 
coffee. 

"It's going to be a great day!" Rudi smiled, his eyes wandering over the 
enticing profile of her full upswept breasts, the faint outline of her 
nipples visible through the thin, light-colored cotton. The hem of her 
nightgown fell only an inch or two below her thighs, and her flesh felt 
seared by the avidity of the brothers' gaze. 

The brothers made no effort to leave the kitchen as she sat down at the 
table and she was glad of their company, engaging them in trivial small 
talk. She liked the two men, feeling relaxed in their company, and it had 
really pleased her when they had so readily understood her instructions for 
the repair work. The fact that her husband seemed to dead set against them, 
only served to ally her on their side, and she couldn't honestly understand 
what Bud's complaint was. She had thought he would be pleased that she had 
acted on her own initiative and saved him worry, and of course, expense. 
He's just too damn hard to please, she complained silently, rising up from 
the table. 

The Fosters had gone back to their work now, and Rona could hear them 
hammering and sawing in the next room. Dispiritedly, she looked in the 
refrigerator. She really didn't feel like eating any breakfast, but felt she 
should have something. Orange juice will do the trick, she decided, removing 
the tall pitcher. She poured herself a large tumbler, and then, on second 
thought, added a little of the vodka that they kept on hand for special 
occasions. 

"Cheers!" she said glumly to no one in particular, as she sipped it, 
enjoying the tangy mixture. She sat down at the table again, her thoughts 
gloomy and depressed. She couldn't help comparing the dullness of her life 
with the excitement of Connie's, and wondered vaguely where the fault lay. 
Was it hers, for sinking so comfortably into the morass of day to day 
living? Or was Bud the cause of it all, insisting on her maintaining the 
role of an old-fashioned housewife? She knew he'd never agree to her taking 
a job, even a part-time one, and now that they were living out in the 
countryside, even the possibility of her finding anything was pretty remote. 
She admitted to herself that it was unfair of her to be chafing at the 
marital bit so insistently, especially when Bud was working so hard to get 
them the things they wanted in life, but all the same, she couldn't help 
feeling that she was missing out on something, some vital part of life that 
suggested youth, excitement, glamour. 

She was surprised to find herself feeling more relaxed than she had for 
days, when she finished her drink. The light addition of alcohol seemed to 
have a soothing effect on her, and eagerly she replenished her glass with 
the same mixture. Mmmm, this really does the trick, she enthused, sipping 
the cool screwdriver. The hammering and sawing from next door had stopped, 
and Rona decided to check and see how the work was going. It was almost 
noon, and pretty soon she would have to start preparing lunch. She had 
insisted on giving the men lunch each day, and felt it was a small price to 
pay for the excellent quality of the repairs and the low overall charge. 

She was surprised to find that she was a little unsteady on her feet, and 
had to clutch the back of the chair for a moment to steady herself. Her head 
felt light, too, but after a moment, it cleared and she made her way over to 
the living room. 

"Hi, how's the work coming along?" she called cheerily, feeling no trace of 
her former bitterness. 

Rudi looked up, a strange glint in his dark, penetrating eyes. Rona was 
leaning against the doorjamb, one arm resting high above her head, causing 
the short length of her nightdress to ride even higher, revealing a sleek, 
white expanse of well-formed thigh. Reluctantly, he turned his excited gaze 
away from the enticingly bared flesh, and addressed his employer. 

"Not too bad. As you can see, we won't be long finishing this!" He was 
referring to the panelling, which was completed except for a narrow part in 
the middle of the last wall. 

"It looks wonderful!" Rona breathed, thrilled by the pleasing knotty pine 
effect. "You boys really do a good job!" 

"That's not all we're good at!" Eric piped in, his face wreathed in a wide 
grin. Rudi shot him a dark, warning glance. But Rona just laughed, and came 
into the room. Exuberant from the relaxing effect of the liquor, and 
childishly pleased with the progress of her home, she did a half pirouette 
in the center of the room, her flared nightgown whirling wildly around her 
slim, silky hips. Eric caught a brief glimpse of her naked thighs, and felt 
sure he had seen a wisp of her soft golden pubic fleece. His mouth hung open 
in excitement and he stared at the panting woman in amazement. 

Rona was breathing heavily from the exertion and felt suddenly dizzy. Rudi, 
sensing her predicament, rushed over, and Rona sank back gratefully against 
the protection of his shoulder. She could feel the crook of his arm hard 
against her palpitating breast, and wondered if he was aware of it. She 
wanted to escape from his tight hold on her, but needed the support of his 
steady frame. Finally, she drew away. 

"Goodness, what a fool I made of myself!" she sighed ruefully, looking from 
one to the other. 

"Hell no!" Rudi insisted, "you looked anything but a fool!" 

"Why don't you give us a repeat performance?" Eric suggested, his stomach 
tightening at the memory of the brief glorious glimpse he had had of his 
employer's naked body. 

"I'm afraid I'm no dancer!" Rona laughed. "But I just felt so happy when I 
saw how lovely the panelling looks." 

"We're ready and willing to do anything you want, Rona," Rudi said evenly, 
"anything at all!" 

Rona could only smile. She was touched by what Rudi had said, and felt a 
sudden surge of affection for the two brothers, and although Eric was about 
her own age, and Rudi the same age as Bud, she felt very motherly towards 
them. 

She fixed a quick sandwich for herself and them, and they ate together in 
the living room. 

"It must get very lonely for you with your husband away so much," Rudi said 
inquisitively. 

"Yes, it does," Rona admitted, shaking her head. "It seems when I need him 
most, that's when he's away in Chicago or somewhere, miles away from me. I 
really wish he had an ordinary nine-to-five office job." 

"I bet he's really horny when he gets back," Eric said boldly, "unless he's 
getting it somewhere else!" 

To her own surprise, Eric's impertinent remark did not upset her. She felt 
relaxed and un-threatened, and the drinks she had imbibed had insulated her 
against her normal feelings. 

"Bud would never be unfaithful to me!" she retorted, "why should he be?" 

"Why indeed?" Rudi interjected. "I bet you're more than a match for him!" 
Rona colored slightly, thinking of the last time when they had made love so 
disastrously in their old apartment . . . and then the other incident, only 
you couldn't call that savage attack making love! 

"Yup, I'd say you know how to take real good care of him, Rona," Eric 
rasped, a familiar tone in his voice. 

"Well, I've been married for almost four years!" she heard herself saying, 
and then wished she'd kept silence. 

"Four years gives you time for a lot of practice!" Rudi laughed. 

"Besides," Eric enjoined, "your husband probably had a lot of experience, 
and knows how to handle you!" 

Rona felt suddenly uneasy, and wished they would change the conversation. 
Eric, in particular had hit home, and she remembered how upset she'd been 
when Bud had confessed to several affairs before they got engaged. Somehow, 
the knowledge that he'd been with other women spoiled the novelty of their 
honeymoon for her, and she had felt that Bud didn't prize her virginity 
enough. She was relieved when Eric and Rudi resumed work, and she lay back, 
half reclining on the sofa, idly watching them. She was aware of an 
occasional glance from one or the other of them, and yet she couldn't bring 
herself to move from her comfortable position. She felt pleasantly drowsy 
from the vodka she had drunk earlier, and even though her nightdress was 
barely covering her buttocks, and she knew she should go and change, she 
just couldn't make the effort, and finally stopped resisting the almost 
overpowering urge to drift off asleep. 

Rona was tired, very tired, but she dared not stop working. The hammer she 
held in her hand was heavy and awkward, and she kept losing the nails out of 
her carpenter's belt. She had to bend down and pick them up, and each time 
she did, the crotchband of her tight, working "hot pants" slipped annoyingly 
into the crevice of her buttocks. Her face was smeared with dust, and the 
bib front of her working pants was covered in plaster dust. She almost 
sobbed with relief when someone called out "Lunch", and immediately sank 
down onto the floor, aching in every joint. She looked around and was amazed 
to see dozens of other girls, all exact replicas of herself, with blonde 
hair pushed up under a baseball cap, clad only in a pair of navy short-short 
dungarees. Another voice rang out "For your pleasure, ladies!" and a tall, 
male, nude figure burst into the room. And Rona could see that it was Rudi! 
He began to pirouette around and around, until Rona felt dizzy, and then, 
suddenly, he stopped. 

"Why don't you give us a repeat performance?" she heard herself asking, and 
Rudi began to swirl madly around again, only this time, his penis swung out 
as he twirled, and it grew in size as he circled around, growing longer and 
wider, until it resembled a long, reddish hosepipe. 

"You need a little repair work!" she heard herself saying again, and she got 
up and walked towards Rudi who was now standing still, and suddenly all the 
copies of herself disappeared and she was left alone with Rudi. 

"Are you experienced?" he asked as her fingers tightened around the heavy, 
thick pole of his penis. The member seemed to pulse and throb intensely 
under her touch, as she replied coldly. 

"I'm sure I can handle you!" 

"We do a good job ourselves," Rudi leered suddenly, pulling her close to 
him, until she could feel his breath on her face and she could feel his red 
hot prick probing teasingly between her thighs, sending eddies of pleasure 
rippling through her. 

'Eric burst in then, wearing an outfit just like hers, his short hairy legs 
sticking out of the short pants, his cock a grotesque bulge between his 
thighs, his baseball cap askew on his dark curls. 

"And that's not all we're good at! And that's not all we're good at . . ."he 
sang, looming closer and closer, until Rona, suddenly afraid, pressed closer 
and closer to Rudi, feeling her body fuse into his. . . . 

"Good .. . good . . ." she mumbled, her head tossing from side to side as 
she tore herself away from the grotesquerie of her dream, and fought her way 
back to reality. Her body felt warm and languorous all over, and she was 
enveloped in a mild sensual torpor. She kept trying to remember where she 
was, and how she got there. She had the feeling that there were little 
animals scurrying over her loins, pattering her with their little feet as 
they scampered helter-skelter over her tingling flesh. 

"Mmmm, go away . . ." she murmured, reaching down with her hands to scatter 
the annoying little pests. A chill ran through her as her hands encountered 
a strong, hirsute arm, and a spasm of fear shuddered her body. 

"W-what's happening?" she said in a tight, frightened whisper, dread 
encompassing her like a black cloud. Groggily, she tried to struggle to a 
sitting position, and attempted to focus her sleep-dimmed eyes on the huge 
shadowy figure crouched between her splayed thighs. All she could see was a 
dark curly head, and the edge of her nightgown bunched up around her waist, 
leaving her pelvis stark naked. Panic welled up in her and shook her like an 
autumn leaf. Who was it and what was going on? 

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh ..." she sobbed suddenly as she felt the unbearable 
searing touch of a warm, wet tongue snaking through the soft hairlined lips 
of her pussy. Oh God no, it couldn't be . . . her mind screamed inwardly as 
her body cringed from the incredible lingual assault. Horrified, she raised 
her head again, and once more saw the specter of the dark head firmly wedged 
between her widespread thighs. Her disbelieving eyes wandered over the 
crouching man at the foot of the sofa and as she recognized the familiar 
form, new paralyzing fear, and trepidation swept over her. It was Rudi 
Foster, and he was kissing her vagina! 

She wanted to cry out, to get up and run from his revolting touches, but she 
couldn't. Her unbelievable dream and the alcohol had drained her of physical 
strength, leaving her body in a curious state of pleasant lethargy, and her 
mind cringed from the thought of the horrible struggle she would have with 
the muscular workman if she objected. Dear God, what was she to do? 

His tongue continued to sweep along the full naked length of her moistening 
furrow, licking and lapping at the blood-engorged outer lips, dipping into 
the velvety wetness of her secret inner folds, nibbling at the hair-fringed 
lips which clung protectively around the tiny, writhing hole of her cunt. 
His lips pulled and sucked on the warm wet layers of tender skin, drawing in 
the ambrosia-sweetness of her loosening juices, inhaling the honey like odor 
of her femininity. 

Rudi grovelled ecstatically in the astonished girl's cunt, delirious from 
the incredible sensations which were aroused in him, intoxicated by the 
thought that he was finally kissing the beautiful woman who was his 
temporary employer. He could hardly believe it was finally happening. Connie 
had warned him it might be touch and go, and when he had met the haughty, 
withdrawn woman, so fragilely lovely with her ethereal blondeness, he had 
thought that Connie had made a big mistake and that the gorgeous Mrs. 
Cardona was utterly inapproachable. And he had been attracted to her from 
the start, hardly able to refrain from rushing over and raping her each time 
her lovely body passed by. And now it was happening! And it was just as good 
as he had anticipated, even better in fact, because he had believed it was 
out of the question. He redoubled his efforts, forcing his thick red tongue 
in and out of her narrow vaginal split, sending it exploring into the very 
bottoms of her mysterious creases and crannies. 

Rona felt as if she was in a state of suspended animation. Sl.e couldn't 
believe the sensations which were starting to gather in her depths, and her 
mind fought to control them, to quell them completely, while at the same 
time, her body strove to magnify the pleasurable feelings. And her body won. 
Ripples of pleasure whirled around in her loins, sending eddies of delight 
twisting along the surface of her tingling skin, raising sensuous little 
goose-bumps of unwanted ecstasy. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh . . . yessss .. ." her rebellious lips sighed involuntarily 
as a great wave of flurried heat washed over her, leaving her in a 
spine-trembling shiver. She didn't want it to happen this way, but there was 
no negating it now-she was beginning to enjoy Rudi's oral caressing! She was 
beginning to like his hot, wet tongue on her naked vagina, where no man had 
kissed before, not even her husband! 

Rudi sensed her acquiescence to the superior power of his body, and felt an 
exultant thrill shake him. He could scarcely believe that he was illiciting 
those sighs of pleasure from her, and the thought sent his tongue flitting 
out in frenzied search for the hard little tip of her dormant clitoris. 

". . . nnnnnggghhhhhhh ..." she gasped as she felt his strong teeth nip at 
the excitedly pulsating little bud and imprison it there, while his tongue 
made devilish contact with the blood-filled little button, tantalizing it 
beyond belief, sending unknown shivers of delight scurrying through her 
writhing body. Rudi continued to suck and tickle the bulbous knob, until it 
was rock-hard in its turgidity, a throbbing, pulsing entity with a presence 
of its own. Rona's loins were churning frantically now, grinding down 
against the sofa, and her inner thighs were taut and stiffened in their 
effort to grip Rudi's perspiring face even tighter between them and hold him 
there immobile. 

The demented woman was mewling incessantly, her mouth working as moans and 
sighs escaped her half-parted lips. Her hands reached down and furiously 
imbedded themselves in Rudi's hair, tugging spasmodically at the short curly 
strands, pushing his face further and deeper down between her strong thighs. 
His tongue raced around and around and up and down the soft, 
lubricant-soaked split, burrowing and probing with dynamic fury, teasing the 
tender membrane around the star-shaped orifice of her clasping cunt. 
Suddenly, without warning, it stiffened and rammed forward into the 
defenseless hole, sinking far up into the smooth, wet cavern. 

"AAARRRRHHHHHH! . . ." Rona wailed, surprised by the quick entry of his 
slippery tongue inside her. Immediately, without her conscious volition, the 
palpitating cuntal walls closed in vehemently on the sunken organ, and 
sucked greedily on it, as if they were trying to yank it from his mouth and 
bury it completely in their unknown depths. Rudi's tongue swirled and 
rotated with rhythmic precision, dipping deeper each time as it simulated 
the act of fucking. Rudi could hardly breathe, as the blonde, fuzz-lined 
flanges of her hungry pussy were rimming his nose and mouth, and his own 
breath came back in hot, cunt-scented wafts to cloud his flaring nostrils. 
He could feel the vibrations in her body as they sparked a long arc from her 
head right down to her throbbing loins, and he sensed that her frenetic 
movements were getting more intense, and quickening as she strove to bring 
her body to the edge of unbridled lust. Her blonde pubic curls were wet and 
matted and a thin rivulet of perspiration trickled down each of her inner 
thighs, and Rudi knew that it wouldn't be long now. . . . 

Rona held her breath as she felt the giant wave of her release come rushing 
up to her. She was a little afraid, but jubilant too . .. her body was 
demanding this cataclysmic release that it knew was coming ... it craved it 
and must be satisfied... 

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH ... Oh God, I'm cumming!!!" Her wails rang out savagely as 
she ground her wildly climaxing pubic mound up against Rudi's exhausted 
face, trying with all her strength to suck his tongue inexorably inside her. 

"Oh Lord, Rudi, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shrieked again and again as 
her body battered and crashed against the settee, making the cushions sag 
and the springs creak, and her thighs clamped convulsively against his 
rhythmically bobbing head. Rona felt as if her body was in flames, and each 
tongue of fire a delicious dagger of delight which kept on piercing her 
until she thought she would die of pleasure. Her body leapt and gambolled 
like a lamb in spring from the pure joy of feeling total release -a release 
which was denied her for too long -and she felt young and beautiful and 
buoyant on the sea of peacefulness as the waves of passion finally receded 
and stranded her on the soft, silky sands of a blissful daze. 

Rona's first thought was to escape. Escape from this living room which she 
felt would forever after be associated in her mind with her dreadful, 
disgusting submission to Rudi's insane licking. Returning sanity had brought 
shame and guilt and degradation to the agonized wife, and the thrilling 
pleasures of her illicit climax were quickly overshadowed by a terrible 
sense of humiliation. Hoiv could I have let him do it to me, she thought in 
dejected humiliation, her face a crimson blush. Desperately, she struggled 
to rise, feebly attempting to pull down her nightdress and assemble the last 
vestiges of her modesty. She could not look Rudi in the eye. He was still 
standing over her, a bemused look on his face, and she felt that his stare 
penetrated her to the core and was dissecting the very essence of her 
womanhood. A hoarse sob breaking from her parched lips, she stum- bled from 
the sofa and dashed towards the door, wishing the ground would swallow her. 

Tears of anguish choked her as she saw Eric standing in the doorway, his 
arms folded, his eyes glinting lewdly, Hopelessly, she tried to rush past 
him. But it was no use. His hand snaked out and grabbed her firmly by the 
wrist. 

"Where are you off to, in such a hurry?" he laughed coarsely, "I thought 
you'd be all worn out after that wild orgasm you had!" 

"P-please, Eric, let me go!" she blubbered, tears coursing down her blazing 
cheeks. 

"Why, didn't you like what Rudi did to you? Didn't you like him licking your 
pussy? Your girl friend, Connie, said you would after a warming up!" 

Oh, God, she blubbered, was Connie in on this too! Had she promised them 
this! 

His lewd words and her thoughts of her girl friend betraying her sent fresh 
rushes of shame darting through her as she struggled weakly to break away 
from him. But he was stronger, and she found herself being led back to the 
sofa. A feeling of utter hopelessness pervaded her. It was no use! She was 
in their power, put there by Connie's recommending these two and her wanton 
compliance with Rudi's obscene act. 

"Now let's have a look at those hot tits and ass you've been flaunting 
around before us!" Eric leered, and grasping the edges of her flimsy 
nightgown, began to raise it up from her hips, revealing the full splendor 
of her cornsilk colored pubic triangle pointing down between the sculptured 
ivory whiteness of her thighs. 

"Man, look at that cute little pussy!" Eric whistled enthusiastically. 

"Yeah," his brother added, "it sure is a sweet honeypot, and no mistake!" 

Eric continued to draw up her nightdress, and Rona suddenly clamped her 
elbows down by her sides, determined to resist the brothers' degrading 
intention. 

"Hey! Look at that!" Eric cried excitedly. "The little lady's getting all 
wrought up!" 

Rudi suddenly stepped forward, and before Rona could guess what he was 
doing, his hands had slipped in under her garment and had wormed their way 
up to the throbbing orbs of her breasts. She flinched from the touch of his 
cement-calloused hands on her soft spheres, and was humiliated beyond belief 
to feel the tiny buds of her nipples stretch into turgidity under his 
tentative caresses. Her breasts seemed possessed of a will of their own as 
they strained against his stroking palms and a shudder of delectation shot 
through her. Her body relaxed for an instant as she gave up the struggle to 
resist, and Eric was able to slip the recalcitrant nightgown over her head, 
leaving her stripped completely nude before the two brothers obscenely 
glowing eyes. 

"Wow! Get a load of those tits!" Eric exclaimed like a schoolboy, his eyes 
fastened on the blush-pinkness of the enticing little nipples against the 
creamy velvet of the alabaster breasts. 

The excited younger brother edged closer, his eyes bulging from his 
lust-contorted face, and Rona shrank from the heat of his panting breath. 

"You've had your turn at the hot little bitch, Rudi," he complained, "let me 
have a go now!" 

"I'm not stopping you," Rudi answered, his eyes half-closed as his fingers 
kneaded spasmodically at the doughy whiteness of her palpitating breasts. 
"Go ahead and tickle Mrs. Car-dona's hot little cunt . . . it's probably 
still nice and wet and warm from that nice big cum she just had!" 

God, will it never end, this humiliation? What more do they want of me? Rona 
moaned, her blood racing with fear as she felt Eric's hand groping between 
her tightly clenched thighs. His fingers were harsh and insistent, and 
little by little, they insinuated themselves into the fleshy folds of her 
still-pulsating pussy, busying themselves with pulling and tweaking the 
tender pliant flesh. 

"You're right, Rudi, it's a hot, tight little cunt and no mistake!" Eric 
hissed delightedly, his fingers like serpents worming their way insidiously 
into her delicate inner folds. 

His fingers played along her tender furrow, trailing delicious paths of 
tremulous softness on the moistening skin, creeping in and out of her 
sensitive flesh, grazing agonizingly against the half-dormant head of her 
clitoris, sending it springing into clamoring life. 

"Aaahhhhh . .." she couldn't suppress the involuntary sigh of ecstasy as his 
finger continued to rub against the burgeoning little organ, sending illicit 
pleasure streaming through her like quicksilver. She couldn't help it . . . 
the hands massaging her breasts, kindling forbidden fires there, and the 
fingers manipulating her vagina, were all too much for her . . . they were 
conspiring to reduce her to a state of helpless desire . .. and they were 
succeeding. . . . 

"Ooohhhhh . . ." she moaned, her body churning from the double arousal, 
"ooohh, it feels so good ... it all feels so good ..." 

Eric and Rudi looked at each other, lewd triumph plastered on both their 
faces, as they continued to caress and stroke the passion-filled wife's 
twitching breasts and hot, writhing cunt, each deft movement of their 
diligent hands sending new freshets of lewdly rising pleasure swirling 
around inside her. 

Rona's body was a sighing mass of unadulterated desire. Every nerve ending 
and sense cried out for satiation, and was burning with incredible and 
excruciating joy, her body taken over by a Pentecost of pleasure emanating 
by the firelike lashes of their experienced fingers on her quivering flesh. 

She felt as if she was floating on a magic carpet, which never seemed to get 
off the ground, because each time it seemed that Eric's demonic manipulation 
of her pussy would send her whirling through space to a new planet of 
complete nirvana, he would draw back and she would be left hovering on the 
brink, disappointment choking up in her throat. 

She couldn't take it any longer. If they were going to do it to her anyway, 
she had to have release, she just had to! 

"Oh God, please ..." she sobbed piteously. 

"Please what?" he queried sadistically. 

"Please make me cum ... can't take it anymore!" She didn't want to beg him, 
but she had no choice. She couldn't wait much longer. 

His prick was hot and hard against the fabric of his pants, and it gave an 
excited jerk at her impassioned words. He could feel it straining for 
release and the ache in his balls had suddenly magnified into a drumming 
pain. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his fly, and brought out the huge, 
bulbous head of his throbbing erection. The stamen was thick and pulsating 
viciously from the force of its pent-up passion, and the large, spongy head 
seemed particularly potent as it gleamed purplish in the afternoon sunlight. 

"I'm going to put my cock in you now, baby . . . I'm going to fuck you in 
the cunt! Would you like that?" he intoned. 

Rona turned and stared at him, her eyes blinking in bewilderment. Slowly, 
she lowered her gaze, and he heard her draw in her breath as she took in the 
unbelievable size of his huge rod, held firmly encircled between his 
fingers. 

It looked like some incredible sleeping monster, creeping out of its cave, 
and looking unsee-ingly around it. 

"Oh God, it's so big. . ." she murmured dazedly. 

"Yes, and it's all for your hot little belly, honey," Eric rasped. "Would 
you like me to shove it in your cunt?" 

Rona's head was reeling. Eric's lewd words were spinning around in her head, 
and worst of all, his delicious stroking of her pussy had ceased, leaving 
her trembling with unsatisfied surges of passion. They had succeeded in 
rousing her to a fever pitch of passion, and she lost all rationality. Her 
body was crying out for satisfaction, and wouldn't be denied. 

"Yes, yes I would ..." she whispered in abject humiliation, disbelieving her 
own voice even as she heard it. 

"That's a girl," Eric said cheerfully, as he hurriedly stripped off his 
clothes. Rona felt a chill of apprehension as the couch creaked as he 
settled down again, and she had a sudden wild impulse to dash up and run 
away .. . leave the two lascivious brothers. But it was too late. Eric's 
hands were gripping her ankles, and was forcing her long legs apart, 
revealing the narrow pink strip of her pussy surmounted on all sides by the 
fleecy gold of her pubic thatch. She heard him suck in his breath rapidly as 
his eyes feasted on the appetizing sight, and he ran his hands up the length 
of her smooth inner legs, coming to rest at the crinkly pubic wisps. His 
forefinger and thumb fastened on each gently swelling flange, and he slowly 
drew apart the thick protective outer lips, displaying the tiny fluted edges 
of her mauvish-pink inner labia, ringing the rosebudlike mouth of her pussy. 

"What a pussy!" he gasped, unable to tear his eyes away from the enticing 
sight. He was filled with sudden, longing lust that was a raging furnace 
inside him, and brutally he pressed his palms against her silky inner thighs 
and pushed them even more painfully apart. Rudi was still dreamily caressing 
the cream globes of her translucent breasts as she waited with trepidation 
for Eric to act. 

Suddenly, his voice, harsh with passion, rang out: "Reach down and put it 
in! Put my cock in your cunt!" 

"W-wha. . ." Rona stammered, unable to believe her ears. 

"Put it in, Rona, I said," Eric repeated, "grab my prick and shove it in!" 

Before she had time to reply, Eric was grasping her hand and steering it 
down, and then her fingers were touching the heated firebrand of his prick. 
It felt amazingly strong and alive to her touch, and Eric impatiently 
circled his fingers around its wide circumference, positioning them in 
place, until she was grasping it completely. A throb of excitement pulsed 
through her, shooting up from the fingers which were so' tightly clasped 
around Eric's strong young cock. She could barely believe that she was 
grasping this young workman's virile prick, right here in her own home, 
while his brother lewdly fondled her breasts. The lascivious realization of 
what she was doing shot home with stunning impact, and doubts cavorted 
through her brain. What is the matter with me? This is wrong . . . I should 
stop now before it's too late. ... 

Eric's palpitating weapon gave an excited leap in her hand and its sudden, 
undeniable aliveness kindled the spark of her desire which was lurking very 
near the surface of emotions. Dear God, it was no use! She had to have it 
inside her! It didn't really matter ivhose it was, she just HAD to have that 
lovely big penis searing up inside her burning vagina. . . . 

Amazed at her own temerity, she cautiously guided the large, bulging head 
towards the tender pink flesh of her pulsating pussy, and she jerked back 
uncontrollably as she felt the first exhilarating touch of his hard rubbery 
flesh against the sensitively throbbing lips up between her open thighs. 

Dreamily, she played the lust-burgeoned knob up and down against the softly 
trembling periphery of her burning cunt, lubricating it in her liberally 
flowing juices. 

The agonizing contact sent chills of unadulterated longing rushing up Eric's 
spine, and he ran his hands frantically over her smooth, silky body, 
fighting his brother for possession of her creamy white breasts, feeling the 
molded contours of her hips, kneading the pliant fleshiness of her thighs. 
Suddenly, he could stand it no longer. The titillating feel of her delicious 
pussy against his passion-demented prick was overpowering, and he lost 
control completely. He rammed forward with all his might, coarse animal 
grunts issuing from his lips as he surged on, his hands digging brutally 
into her resilient thighs, imprisoning her with no hope of escape from his 
demonic assault. 

"WWAAARRRGGHH ...!!!" Rona sobbed pitifully, vainly flailing her pelvis in a 
useless attempt to dislodge his incredible cudgel from her unsuspecting 
orifice. 

"Oh God, stop it, please stop it, pleeaaasseee... !!" 

Eric had succeeded in imbedding the mush-roomy head of his leaden prick in 
her soft interior, and with a gasp of exertion, proceeded to move forward, 
forcing his thick bulging cock through the cringing tight passage of her 
quailing cunt. 

"Oh stop, it hurts, it hurts ..." she sobbed again, her body derailed from 
the overwhelming pain which possessed every muscle and sinew of her frame. 
Relentlessly, Eric plowed forward, and she felt the painful grating of his 
webbed, uneven prick against the soft membrane of her vaginal sheath, and 
she felt that the inner flesh must be torn and stretched from his merciless 
entry. 

Finally, with a resounding smack, he hit bottom, the hard slippery butt of 
his member rubbing cruelly against the tender face of her cervix. His organ 
was like a giant train, desperately trying to enter the tunnel of her womb, 
prodding and pushing with painful insistence, until she was sure that the 
terrible shaft would plunge right through her insides, ripping them apart 
mercilessly as it thundered on its way. 

"Noooooooo ..." she wailed as she felt him flex his blood-laden pole against 
the sensitive womb mouth, sending ripples of unaccustomed pain skimming over 
the surface of her trembling skin. At last, mercifully, he began to 
withdraw, and Rona thought the terrible agony would never stop, as she felt 
her excruciatingly stretched vaginal walls pull out, painfully clinging to 
his existing member. Finally, he had withdrawn all but the hard palpitating 
head, which still remained firmly encircled by the tight unyielding ring of 
her cuntal mouth. 

Then, without preamble, he shot forward again with regathered strength, 
forcing Rona's pelvis up off the sofa as he rammed into her with savage 
fury. Fresh wails of misery escaped the hopelessly impaled young wife's lips 
as she tried to will her body to accept the intruder, and try to relax. Eric 
began to establish a slow, even rhythm, bludgeoning his way into her to the 
very hilt, until his pendulous balls were wedged firmly between the upraised 
mounds of her satin-soft buttocks, and then pulling out, until his elongated 
shaft was almost entirely withdrawn, before rocketing forward again. He 
continued to grunt and gasp and his face was perspiring as he fucked into 
her, and his eyes ran greedily over her heaving, beautifully-formed body, 
hardly able to credit that he, Eric Foster, was actually screwing into this 
proud young housewife's beautiful, marble-perfect body. 

"Christ . . . you ... feel ... good . . ." he breathed heavily as his long, 
passion-inflated pole sliced into her with hard, deep strokes, and his 
fingers clutched like iron claws at her bruised, sore skin. 

"That's right, fuck her good!" Rudi exclaimed, his hands kneading 
spasmodically at her throbbing breasts, his eyes bulging out of his reddened 
face as he stared glazily at the sight of his younger brother's huge, red 
cock disappearing greedily into the enticing cavern of their employer's 
tight young pussy, and emerging triumphantly from his plundered conquest, 
glistening from her nectarine juices. He felt his own cock grow and become 
enflamed as his eyes transmitted his arousal to the awakening organ, and it 
pressed uncomfortably against his thigh, protesting at the confines of his 
pants. He was lewdly mesmerized by the sight of his kid brother screwing 
ceaselessly into the spread-eagled young wife, and the thought that he 
himself was lasciviously caressing her breasts at the same time, added 
manifold to his pleasure. 



Chapter 5 

 Rona felt her body begin to relax and was thankful for the release from 
excruciating pain which ensued. Her flesh seemed to finally accept the 
persistent fucking into it by this near stranger's lust-hardened cock, and 
she could feel her interior cuntal walls moistening in recognition of his 
masculine entry. Her mind wandered dully over the realization that she was 
at the helpless mercy of the two young men-her own fault, for being foolish 
enough to take those drinks-was it only this morning?-and then that obscene 
dream, which had turned into a humiliating reality, when she had awoke to 
find Rudi actually kissing her vagina! Even the memory of her lurid pleasure 
sent a shiver of forbidden delight rippling over her skin, and she bit her 
lip, to try and keep it from reverberating through her whole body, which now 
seemed to be hovering on the brink of an invisible, indefinable 
pleasure-pain line. Yes, the pain had ceased, and now it was pleasure! 

There was no denying it-her body was beginning to respond, churning and 
writhing slightly in time to Eric's relentless strokes, and the tingle which 
was at first hardly perceptible was now a raging torrent inside her, 
creating waves of heat which lewdly consumed her willpower to resist and 
left her a helpless burned-out mass of humble desire. 

"Ooohhh yes, that's it . . . that's the way to do it. . ." she gasped 
through tightly clenched teeth, all modesty flung to the winds, ag her legs 
snaked up and wrapped themselves like squirming pythons around Eric's 
sweating, pumping back, goading him on to greater and stronger and harder 
strokes of his brutally screwing rod. Her head was flung back ecstatically, 
and her mouth was half-open, revealing her white, parted teeth, and she was 
greedily thrusting her palpitating white orbs up into Rudi's frenetically 
squeezing hands. 

"Lord yes, fuck me . . . keep fucking me like this . . . it's so good . . ." 
she gasped uncontrollably, her breath coming in rasping sobs as she strove 
to match grind for grind with her impassioned young lover. 

All previous reflections of self-loathing and shame fled from her 
lust-enflamed brain. Only the vague realization remained that she was being 
fucked half to death by the young workman, AND THAT SHE LOVED IT! Yes, she 
was enjoying it, wallowing in it, demanding it! She was gone beyond the 
reach of rational feeling and was a being demented and obsessed by the 
cravings of her body which were so strong as to block out the thoughts and 
warnings and reflections which sprung from the fundamentals of her 
upbringing. She was negating the very tenets on which she had based her 
life, and had acted upon in all matters of importance, up till now! 

Rudi was demented by the sight of the lust-dominated pair and he felt his 
own passion rising steadily, fed by the lewd tableau being enacted a few 
scant inches from his eyes. Automatically, his hand reached down and 
released the burgeoning shaft of his cock, freeing it from the imprisonment 
of his pants, allowing it to jerk up exuberantly like a freed, wild animal 
from a cage. 

His jubilant prick bobbed around furiously, tangling in Rona's loose blonde 
strands of hair, grazing her naked cheek, slipping into the crevice of her 
neck as she ground back against Rudi as Eric continued to assault her body. 
The blood in his cock was pounding with the force of a waterfall, and Rudi 
felt desperate, lust egging him on with bestial, unnatural fantasies which 
swirled around in his head, taunting him with their graphical delineations, 
making his blood race wildly in his veins. His throat felt arid and his lips 
suddenly seemed parched and cracked. Like a man in a trance, he shot up from 
the couch, and in a voice hoarse and ragged with passion, rasped: "Hold on, 
Eric . . . roll her over and wait for me. . ." 

Rona didn't know what was happening when she felt other strong arms around 
her. Her body seemed to be lifting and turning on the couch and then just as 
suddenly she was on her knees straddling the naked man beneath her. She 
couldn't puzzle out what was going on; Eric's prick now fucking up into her 
from below was such a delicious appropriator of all her thoughts and 
feelings, and besides, the other arms felt good, soooo good around her. She 
felt enveloped in a wonderful aura of masculine potency, and she willingly 
gave herself over to it. 

She was aware of the hands roaming over the velvety curves of her now 
upraised buttocks, and then winced as she felt the soft fleshy cheeks being 
pried relentlessly apart, and was vaguely aware of-Rudi's indrawn breath as 
the dark hairless hole of her anus came into view, nestled in secretly 
between the smooth snowy mounds. But she had no time to think further, 
because just then, a great blinding sheet of white-hot pleasure washed over 
and she felt her body stretching and tautening in preparation for the final 
overwhelming release that it was striving for. She was ready, her every 
nerve ending siz-zlingly alive, and then . . . 

"Aaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhh .. ." she shrieked, her wonderful miasma of pleasure 
disintegrated by a crippling stab of pain in her unsuspecting anus. 

"Oh, God, what is it. .." she gasped in bewilderment, and then, through the 
dimness of the new unexpected pain, she realized that the spheres of her ass 
were being pinioned back, and that there was something lodged in the tight, 
resisting ring of her rectum. Dear God, what was happening? She felt the 
intrusion press further, scraping agonizingly against the tender inner 
membrane, still raw and sore from Bud's brutal entry there not even a week 
ago. Desperately, she tried to squirm to eject the unwanted invader, but her 
pitiful attempt only seemed to imbed it even further inside her, and 
increase the again-building pleasure in her frontal passage. For the first 
time, she realized that Rudi was kneeling behind her, and she felt a sudden 
rush of fear, sandwiched as she was between the two lust-ridden, merciless 
men. Thankfully, just then, the pain in her rectum eased as the intrusion, 
which Rona instinctively realized was Rudi's finger, exited, leaving her 
bathed in relief. But it was short-lived, as she felt the harder, more 
insistent, familiar probing of a blood-inflated prickhead against her tiny 
defenseless anus. 

"No, no, please no!" she pleaded suddenly, stricken with fear, hardly daring 
to think what was going to happen. Paralyzing dread engulfed her, and she 
felt her body clinging hard against Eric, smashing her full ripe breasts 
down into his chest as if seeking his protection. 

Rudi gazed blindly at the crinkled brown ring as it cringed almost fearfully 
up between the white orbs of her buttocks, and a sudden rush of lust made 
him ram forward, there and then, driven on to a mindless passion by the 
sight of his brother's cock driving into her tight little pussy lips below 
and the woman's mixture of fear and excitement. 

"Please noooooo ..." she begged as she felt the impinging contact against 
the tiny puckered mouth. She held her breath, praying silently for a 
reprieve from what she was sure was coming. But it was no use. 

With lust-driven strength, Rudi, maddened with passion, thundered forward, 
his hands holding her buttocks in place, yielding his battering ram like a 
club. 

"OOOWWWWWGGGGGHHHHHHHH . . ." she screamed mindlessly, pain cascading 
through her like a jet plane. The hard, granitelike head had forced itself 
through her cowering anal orifice and was tightly, immovably imbedded in her 
now widestretched back passage. Pain dizzied the passion-dazed young 
housewife, seeping into every nook and cranny of her body, sending her 
fleeing into an incredible hell of pain, where tiny devils of torment 
prodded and poked her with their agony-laden tridents. She was sure she'd 
never feel right again. 

Incredibly, Rudi began to inch forward, forcing, absolutely forcing his 
grotesquely-expanded prick to advance through the tight, rubbery passage, 
wringing sob after moan of unadulterated shame from the hopelessly skewered 
young woman. His sadistic journey seemed endless to Rona, who lay 
immobilized under his brutal impalement, everything forgotten but the 
unbelievable savagery of his assault. Finally, amazingly, he had succeeded 
in sinking every blood-crammed millimeter of his sodomizing prick into her 
vainly resisting rectal depths! 

"Stop, Rudi . . . please stop!" she croaked pit-eously, unable to protest 
further as she felt him withdraw, stretching the sensitive skin inside even 
further as he exited cruelly. She wanted the relief of hot tears to express 
her profound degradation, but none could come. She was dry, bereft of even 
the solace of sobbing. She had lost all identity; she was nothing but a limp 
rag doll to be buffeted helplessly between the two bestial brothers, who had 
nothing on their minds but the achievement of their sadistic, lustful 
desires. She was alone, helpless, a victim of her own uncontrollable 
passion! There was nothing she could do, but submit to their brutal dual 
skewering, submit, because that was what she deserved for acting so 
shamelessly this morning, flaunting around in front of them in her 
nightdress! 

She experienced some relief when her rectum, already widened from her 
husband, Bud's, earlier enforced entry, finally began to ease, and she 
became aware of Rudi's easier skewering in and out of her, his 
passion-bloated prick slipping with practised rhythm up and down her 
moistening channel. As if on cue, the two brothers began to enter her with 
precision synchronism, their two equally long, wide pricks jarring her 
insides simultaneously, and then withdrawing together on the outstroke. She 
could feel them rub lasciviously against each other through the thin 
dividing tissue between the twin passages, creating a new, eerie friction of 
their own. Her body took a minute to adjust to this novel sensation of being 
screwed rhythmically in both her front and back holes at the same time, and 
then, a long, low moan of undisguised pleasure rushed from Rona's lips as 
her body acknowledged the perverse excitement which the double fucking was 
engendering inside her. It was unbelievable, but it was nevertheless true! 

She was masochistically beginning to enjoy the crude, paganic dual screwing 
she was receiving from the two lascivious brothers, and gritting her teeth 
tightly together, she lewdly arched her back and pushed her buttocks back to 
encourage Rudi behind to plunge deeper into her asshole, and then jerked 
forward, to open her loins to receive Eric's tireless cock deep up inside 
her battered vagina. 

Another masochistic surge of joy burst inside her, catching her body in a 
trembling spasm of pure, total delight. Oh God, it was incredible, this 
feeling of being fucked by two men at once! The unequalled pleasure of being 
sandwiched between them while they sadistically had their way with her . . . 
there was nothing on earth like it! She wanted it to go on forever. . . ! 

"Oooooohhhhh ..." she sighed. "Fuck me harder, hurt me back there ..." she 
pleaded, her body a raging inferno of lust burning like a brushfire out of 
control. 

The two men were galvanized into stronger, more forceful action by her lewd 
cries. They exulted in the total conquest of her body, the complete 
subjugation they had exercised over the once proud little housewife. They 
battered her between them with new fury, deriving even greater sadistic 
pleasure out of her wild masochistic cries, as she fought like a she-devil 
to reach the bobbing ball of her climax. 

At long last, she was there! She was cum-ming! 

"Oh my God!" she sobbed, her body trembling and jerking like a puppet on a 
badly-managed string. 

"Oooooohhhh, harder . . . harder. . . ." Her gasps grew more faint, and 
then: "I'M ... I'M ... CCUUUMMMM . . . 

AAAAAHHHHHH. . . ! !" 

She was like a woman possessed shrieking and twisting and flailing 
uncontrollably, and her wild, spasmodic jerks sparked off the triggers of 
the brothers' bottled-up climax. Then, with a series of harsh, primeval 
grunts and groans, they began to batter her as one, with furious, 
sledgehammer strokes, as the roaring liquid of their cum fluid gushed up and 
foamed into her twin anal and cuntal passages, the searing heat of it 
burning her like flowing lava. They pumped into her like a double 
jackham-mer, shooting their lewd sperm far up inside her, where it 
commingled in an entwining pool of hotly bubbling liquid in her wildly 
heaving belly. 

Her awakened body continued to twitch and quiver, long after the two 
brothers had slumped exhausted over her body, and the tingling remained in 
her loins long after the lustful pair had slipped gleefully away and left 
her, a satiated inert figure, still lewdly spreadeagled on the sofa. 

Chapter 6 

The morning sun, filtering in through the window, aggravated the headache 
Rona woke with the following morning. She longed to get out of bed, and draw 
the curtains, but it seemed as if every bone in her body ached and every 
muscle was enflamed and she didn't think she could make the short journey 
over to the window. Her mind still balked at the exercise of stringing 
together the horrible pieces of the dreadful debacle that had happened 
yesterday. She sorely wished she could stand innocent in the obscene events, 
but she couldn't! She was as much to blame as they were, she knew, and the 
thought added to her self-mortification. Try as she might, she could not rid 
herself of the scorching memories of her debased submission to their 
lascivious screwing, her carnal desire for illicit completion, the 
obscenities she had shrieked at the height of her perverse passion. 

Not only had she allowed young Eric, a veritable stranger, to make love to 
her, but she had also revelled in his older brother's crude anal attack! 

Oh God, what is to become of me? she whimpered, hiding her face in her 
hands. How can I ever face Bud again? Thoughts of her husband sent new fear 
scurrying insidiously through her. What if he found out? He'd kill her, that 
was for sure! Tears cascaded down her face as she saw the structure of her 
marriage crumble and collapse before her very eyes. Bud had been working 
hard, slaving for her, and she had repaid him by being unfaithful, in a lewd 
disgusting way, and with two men at once! 

Thoughts of escape filtered through her mind. Maybe she could run away, 
begin a new life somewhere else, spare Bud from the horrible shame which she 
was sure he must at some time or another discover. She could visualize how 
hurt, how incredulous, how stung, he'd be when he found out that she'd made 
a mockery of their marriage vows, scoffed at the conventions that ruled 
their life together, ignored his feelings and pride completely as she 
careened headlong on the carnal path to vice. Oh God, what's wrong with me? 
How can I ever make amends? She had never felt so utterly alone in her whole 
life. If only there was someone she could turn to, thrust, ask advice from. 
But there wasn't anyone who'd understand. She'd have to try and knit 
together the pieces of the life that she had so carelessly unravelled, all 
by herself! Her miserable thoughts were interrupted by the harsh clanging of 
the doorbell. Oh no, it's the Fosters! 

Her mind screamed wildly, and she felt her heart thudding insanely in her 
rib cage. can't let them in! I just can't face them again! She had a moment 
of relief when she remembered that she had locked her door the previous 
evening, and now she resolved that nothing would induce her to leave her 
room. Suddenly, a rational realization struck home. The brothers never rang 
the bell, they just walked right in! It must be someone else! Quivering with 
apprehension, she cautiously opened the mullioned windows and peered out at 
the front door. It was Connie! 

A sudden feeling of relief swept over the distraught wife. Connie would help 
her! She'd tell her what to do, how to mend the mess she'd made of her life. 
Rona was never so glad to see anyone in her life even if Connie had 
introduced the two brothers into her house. 

"Connie! Connie! I'll be down in a minute!" she called, feeling a tremendous 
weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She threw on her old cotton robe, 
and dashed to the front door. 

"Oh Connie," she breathed, pulling her friend inside, "I'm so glad to see 
you!" 

"Hey, steady on! You look as if you've been through the mill! What's wrong?" 

"Oh I can't wait to tell you! It's just dreadful !" Rona gasped frenziedly. 

"Well, let's get a drink before I hear the gruesome details!" Connie 
laughed, heading over to the kitchen where the liquor was kept. As usual, 
she looked resplendent in a green-patterned peasant dress. Platform shoes 
and hoop earrings made her look the complete gypsy, inspite of her flaming 
red hair. 

Rona got two glasses while Connie selected Scotch out of the medly of 
bottles, and she poured them each half a glass, adding a dash of bitters for 
good measure. 

"Now," she said, as they once more sat in the living room, sipping 
gratefully on the drinks. 

"Oh Connie," Rona exclaimed, taking a large gulp of her drink, "you'll just 
never believe what I've been through! I don't know how to begin!" 

"Begin at the beginning!" Connie teased heartlessly, and Rona couldn't hold 
back from unburdening herself. 

"Bud started it really," Rona explained, "when he came home from that last 
trip. He was all tired and irritable, and I admit I annoyed him with one 
thing and another." 

"But what did he do?" Connie queried, staring at her friend intently. 

"He . . . well, he ..." Rona didn't know how to say it. Finally, she blurted 
it out, her eyes downcast. "He took me from the back ... in the rectum!" 

"Is that all?" Connie laughed. 

"Oh Connie, you don't understand. It was so painful and humiliating, and 
just dreadful!" 

"Yes, I guess it must have been" Connie conceded. "Well, go on with the 
rest!" 

The redhead leaned forward eagerly, anxious not to miss a word of the 
other's girls unbelievable story. Her eyes opened wide as Rona recounted how 
she had inadvertently teased the two brothers by strutting around in front 
of them in her nightdress, how she had woken from her vile dream and found 
Rudi kneeling between her widespread thighs kissing and licking her vagina. 

"And then," Rona went on, her voice a trifle unsteady, as she had finished 
her drink too quickly, "I tried to escape, but Eric was there and he started 
petting me, and I couldn't break away and the next thing was, he was making 
love to me, and then, oh God Connie, I can hardly bear to talk about it!" 

"W-what happened next?" Connie stammered, her whole being lewdly excited by 
this perverse recital. 

"T-then, then Rudi took me from the back, like Bud did! Can't you see, 
Connie, they both took me at once! Oh God, it was awful, just awful!" Rona 
buried her face in her hands, her body quivering with unshed tears. 

A strident laugh rang out, and Rona started in surprise. Her mouth hinged 
open as she looked at her friend, who was laughing heartily, her head thrown 
back and her mouth wide open. 

"Connie, wha ..." 

"Yes, that sure sounds like Rudi and Eric alright! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Aren't 
they something, though?" 

"Oh Connie," Rona wailed, "how could you? Haven't you any feelings at all? I 
thought you could help me!" 

"It seems as if Rudi and Eric have helped you enough!" the redhead 
sniggered, and a flare of anger burst in Rona. 

"It's all right for you to laugh, Connie," she began venomously,"you're . ." 

She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and her blood ran cold 
as she stared at the newcomers. It was Rudi and Eric! 

"Oh no!" she sobbed, leaping up from the sofa, determined to leave the room 
and seclude herself in the safety of the bedroom. She couldn't spend another 
minute with this vile trio. 

"Hey, not so fast, honey!" Connie's syrupy voice rang out as her hand snaked 
around Rona's wrist. "Don't go now, Rona ... it should be fun!" 

"Let me go!" Rona pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears. 

"Hey, don't be scared!" Rudi soothed, "we won't touch you!" 

"How about a drink for your visitors, Rona?" Connie suggested, and Rona 
thought it better to comply. They were all conspiring against her -she had 
to do as they said! 

Tremulously, she mixed Scotches and water for the men, and on second 
thoughts, filled another for herself and one for Connie. She returned to the 
living room to find Connie and Rudi joined in heated argument. 

"We didn't expect to find you here, Miss Socialist Heroine," he was saying 
as Rona handed him his drink. 

"What do you mean by that crack?" Connie taunted. 

"Well, you're all ready to toil for your daily bread in your peasant outfit! 
All that's missing is the red kerchief!" 

Connie laughed scornfully. 

"That's all you know! I'm merely following the dictates of fashion; nothing 
more, nothing less!" 

Rona felt an odd relief on hearing this exchange. Perhaps things would be 
all right after all, and yesterday would fade to an unpleasant memory. 

"And you don't even see that the capitalist swine who dream up these little 
outfits are laughing behind their wads of banknotes at the ideals of the 
champions of the working class, who have the temerity to envision universal 
freedom and equality for all workers!" 

"What do you mean?" Connie asked, amazed at Rudi's outburst. 

"Well, look at all you broads strutting around in your peasant dresses and 
mock dungarees, and all the rich playboys, who've never done a days work in 
their life, prancing around in their suede welders' jackets and imitation 
Maoist shirts, with their so-called "Nehru" collars!" 

"All that has nothing to do with me!" Connie laughed jeeringly, and Rona 
held her breath, knowing that the drink had made Rudi rambunctious, and 
afraid that he might lose his temper. But thankfully, he only laughed too, 
and Rona felt swamped with relief. 

"But speaking of workers," Rudi continued, "Eric and I are poor working men, 
so how's about you gals putting on a little show for us, while we just watch 
for a change!" 

Eric sniggered at this, and Connie looked at the older brother 
questioningly. 

"Explain yourself!" she demanded, eyeing him closely. "I don't quite get 
your meaning!" 

"You girls can give us a real treat by loving and kissing each other a 
little, just something to cheer us up before we begin our long, hard working 
day!" 

Rona stared at Rudi in disbelief. What was he talking about? What diabolical 
plan did he have in mind? 

"Well, I'm game!" Connie announced, standing up and looking defiantly around 
her. "How about you, Rona?" 

"I ... I ... NO! NO!" she shouted, looking wildly at the lasciviously 
waiting trio. 

"Now, now, that won't do!" Rudi laughed, "we just don't take no for an 
answer, now do we, Eric?" 

"Hell no!" Eric laughed, "Rone found that out yesterday!" 

Rona stared uncomprehendingly at the two men. She wasn't quite sure what 
they were suggesting, but whatever it was, it was obvious that they would 
brook no opposition. Dear God, what was she to do? 

She turned around and saw, with growing amazement, that Connie was casually 
unbuttoning the front of her dress, revealing her full, cream-colored 
breasts encased in a lacy, flesh-colored bra. She shrugged the lovely dress 
off her shoulders, and she brushed it down past her hips, until it slid to 
the floor, and she was standing there in her sandals, wearing only her bra 
and a thin wisp of panties of the same neutral color. Rona could see the 
russet gleam of her crisp pubic curls through the lacy fabric and she stared 
disbelievingly at her near-naked friend. 

"Connie, wha ..." Rona gasped, pleading silently with her friend. 

"Hurry up and get naked, honey," Connie purred, "I'm getting kinda 
impatient. It's been a long time ..." 

Oh God no, surely Connie wasn't planning on something like a resumption of 
their former relationship! Was that what Rudi had meant? 

"Let's give Rona a helping hand!" Eric sneered, as he reached out for the 
cowering young wife. Rona tried to protect herself with her arms, but it was 
useless. Strong arms wrenched at her flimsy robe, tearing it from her body, 
and then harsh male hands were drawing up her nightdress, and there was 
nothing she could do as the two men stripped away her last covering and left 
her to stand there, totally naked. Shame crept in a scarlet blanket over 
her, and instinctively she clamped her palm down on her trembling vaginal 
mound, trying to protect it from their lewdly expectant stares. 

Connie's eyes were glued to her friend's naked body as she avidly stripped 
off her bra and panties, and Rona cringed back as the now totally nude 
redhead advanced towards her. 

"Don't be afraid, honey!" Connie whispered, "Connie'll take good care of 
you!" Her hands were running over Rona's shivering body, making her skin 
crawl with self-contempt as she stood there, unable to protect herself from 
the other woman's perverse advances. 

Rudi and Eric had seated themselves enthusiastically on two chairs, and were 
eagerly watching the proceedings. 

"Okay, let's have some action now!" Rudi called gleefully, clapping his 
hands together in the manner of an impressario. 

Connie's hands were trying to clasp Rona's tremulous white breasts, and Rona 
was paralyzed with fear and shame. This couldn't be happening to her! How 
could she stand there, allowing Connie to caress her in front of the lewd 
brothers? 

She began to whimper, unable to control her fright, and Connie's hands 
tightened on her silky orbs. 

"Quit whining!" Rudi lashed out. "Stroke and caress those hot round titties 
of Connie's!" 

She couldn't! She just couldn't put her hands on the other woman's breasts! 
She waited, feeling her nipples betray her by sleepily arousing from their 
dormancy and jutting tentatively into the other girl's eager palms. Connie's 
fingers were like feathers on her satin-smooth flesh, and Rona had to admit 
that there was something soothing about her friend's touch, something that 
was almost relaxing. 

"Do what I told you!" Rudi snarled again, "put your hands on Connie's tits 
... or I'll make you do it!" 

Rona blanched. Whatever happened, she couldn't stand having Rudi come near 
her naked body again. There was nothing for it but to obey, because she 
could see him half-rising out of the sofa and she knew he wouldn't hesitate 
to carry out his threat. 

Tremulously, she reached out and gently touched Connie's bobbing full breast 
with her fingertips, sensing the other girl's quiver of excitement as she 
did so. She became bolder, and rubbed her sensitive fingers around the 
little knob of Connie's hardened nipple, feeling it spring into even more 
urgent life under her touch. 

"That's better! You're learning!" Rudi snapped, boggle-eyed from watching 
the incredible scene. 

It really wasn't too bad, she thought dreamily, feeling soft feminine hands 
on her breasts, and feeling warm, resilient female flesh under her own 
caressing hands. 

She jerked back suddenly as she felt Connie's slender forefinger sliding 
down over the flat expanse of her stomach and burrowing into the tangled 
curls of her blondely shining pubic thatch. Instinctively, she clamped her 
thighs together, but it was no use. Connie's insistent digit probed 
relentlessly and forced its way into the warm soft folds of her pussy. 

"No! No!" she whined, unable to stand the agonizing touch of Connie's finger 
in her genitals. But the redhead's hand was grasping her shoulder, holding 
her immobile in place as her other hand grew more practiced and sunk deeper 
and deeper into her vainly resisting vaginal creases. Rona felt that she 
couldn't take it any more. It was just like when they were in their junior 
year. Connie was the dominant one, just like she used to be, and she was 
forcing Rona to comply to her will. Nothing had changed! She was still in 
the other girl's power! She felt an illicit tingle start somewhere in the 
depths of her loins, kindled by Connie's persistent manipulation of her 
vagina. She had to bite her lip to control the moan of growing pleasure 
which threatened to burst out, and she desperately tried to will her body 
into insensitivity. But mutiny had caught hold and she was afraid that she'd 
be swept along on the tide of her desire, just like she had been with Rudi 
and Eric. 

"Tickle Connie's cunt, you high brow little bitch!" Eric suddenly spat, his 
voice vicious with suppressed excitement. Rona felt a quiver of fear spasm 
through her as she heard his coarse, cruel command, and her hand 
disjointedly jerked down towards the redhead's luscious pussy, and 
automatically probed inside the pink, wet folds. She was like a robot, 
terrorized into mechanism by Eric's rough voice, and she felt mild, detached 
surprise as her fingers made initial contact with Connie's hot, pulsing 
cunt. Dreamily, she probed among the moistly secreting flesh, feeling 
ripples of pleasure rush through the other girl, and sensing the increased 
urgency of the hands on her own throbbing pussy, which were engendering her 
weak-willed flesh with debilitating pleasure. Oh God, she was depraved, lost 
to all sense of decency, but she didn't care! Her body controlled her, ruled 
her emotions, and she had no option but to submit to its lascivious 
dictates. 

"Suck each other's tits!" Rudi suddenly commandeered, breaking Rona's gentle 
reverie, and she gasped aloud as she felt Connie's eager lips encircle one 
of her budding brown nipples, while she continued to stroke and caress her 
palpitating pussy. Shivers of perverse pleasure soared through her as she 
experienced the other girl's warm wet breath on her burgeoning little bud, 
felt her teeth skim across the crinkled surface of her areola, felt her 
tongue play with the turgid little tip. Hypnotized by the course of events, 
and cowed by Rudi's rough voice, she obediently bent her head and gingerly 
brushed her lips over Connie's upsurging breast. 

She felt the pulsing hardness of the other girl's nipple against her lips 
and then she opened her mouth and enclosed it inside, nibbling gently on the 
erotic little button with her teeth and laving it softly with her warm 
saliva. She was surprised at her own actions, feeling almost detached from 
what her mouth and hands were doing, while at the same time feeling measured 
stabs of pleasure jabbing at her flesh. She didn't want to admit it to 
herself, but the truth was undeniable. Far from being repulsed by Connie's 
hand and mouth on her body, and by her own similar wanton actions, she ivas 
enjoying it.'Depraved, licentious, wanton, yes! But nevertheless, she liked 
what was happening. Was she so far along the road to iniquity that she 
revelled in such lewd behavior, her mind wondered, and she was afraid to 
answer. The chain of the incredible events which had swept her up in their 
mainstream tumbled through her brain, and instead of horrifying her, only 
seemed to add to her lurid pleasure. 

"All right now, girls!" Rudi's crazed voice rang out. "It's time for the 
real works! Kiss each other's pussies!" 

"And make it good!" Eric chimed in. 

Oh God, this was the end! It was too much to ask! Hadn't they humiliated her 
enough? What more did they want of her? 

Rona just stood there, a look of disbelieving horror on her face. Connie was 
looking at her quizzically, almost as if she expected her to make the first 
move! 

"Enough of this waiting around!" Rudi snapped, suddenly spring over towards 
the two girls. He planted his hand roughly on Rona's shoulder, and she 
caught completely off balance, found herself falling, landing in a 
disordered heap on the softness of the rug. 

"Go to work, Connie!" Rudi ordered, and Connie, her eyes fastened on the 
visible split of Rona's splayed crotch, fell to her knees eagerly. 

Rona felt her legs being stretched wide apart, felt the cool rush of air on 
the trembling slit between her thighs, felt Connie's fingers pull apart the 
moist, protective flanges of her quivering eunt. Rona was devoid of all 
natural feeling, experiencing nothing now but a desire to have it all over 
with-this act that was the crowning thorns in her complete debasement. Dear 
God, what did I do to deserve this? she wondered miserably as tears swam in 
her eyes, and she flinched back from the first touch of Connie's warm tongue 
on her smoothly sensitive vaginal opening. 

"Uuuugggnnnnnnnnn.. ."she moaned ,trying to break away, while knowing at the 
same time, that it was futile. She was a prisoner of the Fosters' and 
Connie's, and her own incredible lust! If she had not submitted to their 
bestial attentions yesterday, this would not have happened today! The 
thought haunted her as she lay supine, her thighs widespread, her naked 
loins visible to all. Connie's tongue swiped up and down the full length of 
her furrow dipping and drawing out the honey-sweet juices, teasing the erect 
bud of her clitoris, jabbing lewdly at the petal-shaped hole of her cuntal 
orifice. Her willing pussy, still tingling from Connie's fingering, 
responded eagerly to the tongue-lashing and she felt shivers of ecstatic joy 
rush up from the erogenous area and shoot out into every vein and pore, 
filling her with a rising sense of pleasurable arousal. Her accelerating 
pleasure took her by surprise, and in spite of her shame, made her churn her 
hips up against her girl friend's face, and tiny mewls of delight escaped 
her dry lips. 

"Rona! Do your part now!" Eric ordered, and Rona, past all shame, beyond all 
mortification and well on her way into the realms of hedonistic delight, 
obediently shifted her body, swinging it around, careful not to dislodge 
Connie's delicious tongue from her hotly pounding pussy, until her face was 
level with the shining copper fleece of the redhead's cunt. 

Connie immediately spread her creamy, slender thighs, revealing an enticing 
gleam of pink, and Rona edged closer, inhaling the redolent female scent of 
her vagina. She could see the turgid head of her clitoris as it nestled 
between the reddish hairs, saw the small star-shaped hole contracting 
rapidly, and without waiting, shot out with her tongue, and swept it along 
the full length of her girl friend's nakedly throbbing cunt. 

She felt Connie sigh blissfully into her own tingling genitals, and felt the 
other girl's body reverberate with ecstatic pleasure as she continued to 
lick and suck at her tender pink flesh. It tasted and smelt and felt so 
incredibly good, that Rona could hardly believe it. Indistinct memories came 
wafting back to her ... similar occasions when she had wallowed in her 
friend's perfume scented pussy, and experienced blissful happiness as Connie 
did it to her ... it was the same now again. Even the thought that the two 
men were watching their naked display and were crudely excited by their 
lascivious witnessing of the perverse sixty-nine, did nothing to alleviate 
the waves of pleasure which were washing over as she gave her body up 
completely to the masters of ecstasy who were demanding complete control. 

She licked and sucked and grovelled in her friend's bronze-crowned pussy, 
feeling the soft fleshy flanges rim her nose and mouth, feeling the warm 
palpitations of her interior vaginal walls rhythmically pump up against her 
perspiring face, feeling her friend's thighs close in like a vise on her 
cheeks, imprisoning her there at the mouth to her carnally excited body. 

"That's it! Go to it, girls!" Eric cried lewdly, and his hoarse cry seemed 
to incite the two women to more furious lashes of tongue as their bodies 
welded together, joined face to loins as they tossed around on the floor, 
legs splayed, hands wrapped around thighs, blonde hair against red pubic 
fleece, and rusty curls against golden mound. The air resounded with wet, 
sucking sounds, as both women sucked and kissed and slavered demonically at 
each other's burning pussies, whipping up incredible flames of green-fire 
which raged out of control in their bristling bodies. 

Finally, as one, they both stiffened like buckram, their bodies taut and 
stretched, and then they were engulfed by a series of shattering shudders 
which ricocheted them off each other and made them bounce insanely off the 
ground. They were both cumming together, their pussies afire from their 
all-feminine love-making, their heads jerking wildly as they wought to 
derive the last drop of exciting pleasure from the tingling sensations of 
feverish tongue on wet, throbbing cunt. Their climactic moans were lost, 
drowned in the deep cavern of their womanhood as they sighed and moaned out 
the last of their simultaneous release, and were finally still, slumped 
against each other, arms clasped around their wet, slippery bodies, breath 
coming in hard, ragged pants. 

Rona felt engulfed by a tremendous sense of well-being, while at the same 
time, felt a stab of disappointment at the realization that it was over. Her 
body was becoming attuned to unconventional attention, and was crying out 
for more. 

"Connie ..." she whispered, raising her head a little, "oh Connie, it felt 
so good ... do it again, please... !!" 

Rona stretched blissfully, curling her toes and stretching her hands above 
her head. A heavenly euphoria clouded her, and for a moment, she had to 
struggled to remember where she was. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and saw 
the dingy ceiling of their unpainted living room. Then it all came back to 
her-how Eric and Rudi had suddenly come in, how Connie had made her stay, 
and then how they had forced her and Connie. . . . But the thought was not 
unpleasant. In fact, she felt a quiver of excitement as she remembered how 
wonderful it felt to have Connie's hands on her body, to experience her 
mouth on her breasts, her vagina . . . and how good it felt in return to 
taste Connie with her own mouth! How could something that feels so good, so 
natural somehow, be wrong? Rona never thought that she would enjoy another 
woman's favors. She counted their girlish experience as an innocent 
interlude, in which she really didn't know what was happening. But now, 
minutes ago, she had repeated the exultation she often felt after her 
girlish encounters with Connie, and she was a grown, mature woman now! 

She heard a rustling to her left. She had completely forgotten about the 
brothers and Connie still being there! Feeling a trifle foolish, she turned 
her head to the side, curious to know what they were doing, without 
revealing the fact that she was awake. 

She could see Connie stretched out on the floor, legs widespread, the 
gleaming pink cleft of her vagina barely perceivable below the rusty crown 
of her coppery pubic wisps. Her smooth, alabaster breasts were jutting up 
erectly, and Rona could see the enticing baby-pink of her nipples like 
rosebuds on snowy mounds. From the corner of her eye, she could see Eric and 
he was settling himself on his knees between Connie's invitingly splayed 
legs. What's going to happen? her mind wondered wildly, torn between a 
perverse thrill of excitement at the prospect of perhaps watching a 
forbidden sex scene, and a shiver of unknown ap-prehension. She gasped 
audibly when she caught sight of Eric's fully erect cock, glistening like 
terra-cotta as it pulsed wildly in anticipation. The huge, bulbous head was 
heavy and purple, and its massive weight seemed to be weighing the 
protuberant pole down. It sprung out like a ponderous oak from a thick 
forest, and Rona quivered visibly as she recalled how it had only yesterday 
sliced agilely through her own tender vaginal walls. 

Eric placed his work-soiled hands on each of Connie's inner thighs, and they 
looked curiously brown against the milky whiteness of the redhead's soft 
skin. Slowly, he forced the molded columns apart, and Rona, through the 
softly curling strands of copperish pubic hair, could see the tender, 
moistly glistening inner lips of her friend's trembling little pussy, thin 
and colored blush pink, frilled around the small, contracting hole of her 
delicate cunt. She heard Eric draw in his breath sharply as he feasted his 
eyes on the lubricious sight, and Rona saw him run his hard pink tongue 
around his dry, parched lips. His eyes seemed to be bulging out of his head, 
and he seemed to be making an effort to control himself. His cock jerked 
forcefully, as if impatient with the delay, and again Rona felt afraid, 
remembering the tremendous power of that virile weapon. 

Slowly, Eric ran his trembling hands up the redhead's long, curved sides, 
reaching up eagerly to cup the luscious ivory orbs, crested with their 
rubescent berries. His fingers closed in eagerly on the hard little knobs, 
and Rona could see the brown tips slipping out between his slender fingers. 
Connie moaned a sigh of pleasure, and Rona could see that she was straining 
to force her tormented breasts up into Eric's caressing hands. 

Suddenly, Eric crushed his mouth down on Connie's lips, bruising brutally 
against her, and immediately Connie's hands reached up and encircled Eric's 
neck, pulling him even closer to her. Rona watched in amazement, her eyes 
glued to the passionate pair, and she could just barely glimpse a flash of 
wet pink tongue as their two organs lashed and fenced and darted around each 
other, whipping each other up into a frenzy of incredible desire. Connie's 
kiss was avid and hungry and Eric felt that at any moment she might pull his 
tongue from his throat and swallow it completely. 

Rona was entranced by the nakedly locked bodies of the carpenter and her 
girl friend, and she couldn't resist raising her head a little, in order to 
get a better view of them as their bodies fused together, mouths clamped 
together in a tight, grinding kiss. Rona could see Eric's hard prick 
palpitating against Connie's thigh and it looked so enormous, so laden with 
the blood of passion, that Rona wondered how it would feel resting there 
against her thigh. 

Finally, Eric pulled away, and Rona could see that he was breathing hard. 

"I want to fuck you now, baby!" he gasped raggedly, and Rona flinched at his 
lewd statement. Her eyes flew to Connie's face, and she was surprised to see 
a rapturous mask of desire coating her lovely features. She was looking at 
Eric through half-lidded eyes, and her mouth was slightly open, her full red 
lips curved provocatively. 

"Yes," she rasped heavily, "fuck me now! Oh Eric, I want you to fuck me now. 
. . ." 

Rona was stunned by Connie's obscene intonation. She was amazed at the 
wanton display of passion, and couldn't believe that Connie herself had 
uttered those words. Her conscience prodded her into remembering her own 
total abandon, and she reflected that it was one thing to flail about in the 
throes of passion yourself, oblivious to who may be watching, but it was 
quite another to be watching, coldly, another girl, her best friend, in 
fact, giving herself up so wantonly to desire. Rona looked around and 
couldn't see Rudi anywhere. She wondered momentarily where he was and then 
her attention was drawn back to her friend and Eric. 

He held his large, throbbing prick in his hand, while the other one rested 
on Connie's inner thigh, spreading her loins completely apart. The huge 
cudgel looked so enormous in comparison with the tiny tight orifice of the 
redhead's cunt, that Rona wondered how he could manage to insert it without 
splitting her apart. Eric guided the tremulous weapon towards the tightly 
quivering hole, and it was obvious that he was noting with glee the 
disparity in size. He prodded the small aperture eagerly, and Rona saw that 
Connie cringed back from the sudden heavy pressure. 

Suddenly, Rona knew she had to see it all. She had to get a closer look at 
what was about to happen, and her eyes welded on the posed pair, she 
scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled over until she was just .a foot 
away from her friend. She didn't care what they thought-she couldn't miss a 
second of this! 

Eric hesitated for a moment, the large bulging head of his shaft posed at 
the entrance to Connie's tight cunt, and then, without warning, he shot 
forward, and his granite-like instrument sliced through the outer ring of 
her vagina and plowed into her soft warm sheath. 

"AAARRRGGGHHHM . . ." Connie shrieked, caught off guard my his sudden brutal 
entrance. 

". . . uuuggghhhnnnnnnn . . ." she moaned as he continued to move forward, 
sinking more and more of his rod in her willing interior. 

"... nnnnngggghhhhhhh .. ." she gasped as he finally hit bottom, his 
pendulous testicles slapping, with a wet, smacking sound against the 
upraised crevice of her defensively clenching ass. He had sunk it to the 
hilt inside her! Rona's eyes were feasted on the sight of the buried pole, 
not an inch of which was visible. His dark crisp pubic curls meshed with her 
bronze ones as she held his hotly pounding cock in position. Then slowly, he 
began to withdraw, pulling it out gently, and Rona noticed that the red, 
throbbing pole was now glistening with the lubricants from Connie's warmly 
clasping cunt. He pulled out until all but the huge spongy head was still 
tightly enclosed, and then he rammed forward again with equal strength, 
forcing Connie's buttocks up off the floor with the fury of his thrust. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh . . ." she sighed as he once again thrust home, the hard 
rubbery head tickling the resilient tissue of her cervix. As Rona watched, 
Eric began a slow, in and out fucking motion, establishing a rhythmic 
pattern, spearing into Connie with long, slow deep thrusts, holding his 
cockhead deeply there for a moment while flexing it eagerly, and then 
pulling out with gentle steady sweeps of his expertly working penis. Rona 
felt her own hips churning in time to his mesmerizing fucking, and she felt 
a curious emptiness inside her cunt as she remembered how it had felt up 
inside her there only yesterday. Eric's hands were clutching her hips, 
holding her in place while he fucked into her, and her arms were wrapped 
around his neck and she was clinging to him like a monkey, her full white 
breasts bobbing as her body shook from the vibrations of his member sweeping 
into her below. 

"Oh God, Eric . . ." she crooned, her head thrown back, tossing from side to 
side, her nostrils flared like a young colt in the wind, her red ripe lips 
sensuously parted, "your cock feels good in me . .. very, very good. .. ." 

Rona felt a shiver of delight ripple through her at the sound of her 
friend's unabashed praise, and she was surprised at herself, because 
ordinarily she would have been disgusted and revolted by such crude words. 
Have I really changed so much? she pondered, as she edged even closer to the 
wildly fucking pair. 

"Christ, Connie," Eric panted, "you . .. really . . . know . . . how ... to 
fuck!" 

Their bodies rippled from the force of their exertion as they bucked against 
each other in perfect cadence, and Rona was sure that every muscle and cord 
in their whole frames was standing out tautly. She was so- intent on the 
incredible sight, that at first she did not notice the hands behind her 
smoothing over her own enticingly-wavering ass, and when she did, a cold 
grip of fear convulsed her. Who was it? She was almost afraid to look 
around, fearful of betraying her presence to the copulating pair on the 
floor a scant foot away from her. What should she do? 

"You've got a really cute ass!" she heard a whispered rasping behind her. It 
was Rudi! His hands were gently caressing her soft, warm flesh, and his 
touch was so soft, so light, that Rona lost her fear. It actually felt good, 
his hands on her back there .. . his fingers were gliding over her thighs, 
slipping in to stroke her inner leg, grazing against the warm wet lips of 
her pussy, reaching up to fondle her pendulous breasts, tweaking the 
hardening nipples, tracing a teasing line down the length of her 
backbone.... 

"Mmmmmmmm ..." she sighed, her body swaying slightly as she basked in Rudi's 
wonderful caresses. She felt herself lulled into a soothing relaxation, both 
by the droning, rhythmic action of Connie and Eric as their bodies pounded 
against each other in perfect unison, and by the dreamy fondling she was 
receiving from the other brother. 

She watched hypnotized as Connie's legs swung up and wrapped themselves 
around Eric's lower back, and she arched her loins up to receive him even 
further down into her depths. She was completely frenzied, a wanton, 
passionate being, completely given up to her own desire. 

Rona flinched back suddenly as she felt the unmistakable prodding of Rudi's 
fully hardened cock against her tender backside. She could feel the hard, 
hot head probing up between the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks, and 
she could feel the heat of it as it pulsed eagerly against her skin. She 
wanted to pull away completely, but Rudi was holding her firmly, while he 
tried to insinuate his weapon between her clenched together thighs. A lurid 
thrill ran through her as the hard tip brushed against her delicate pussy 
flesh, and she couldn't resist pressing back against the delicious hardness 
of his masculine genitals. 

Just then, her attention was diverted back to Connie and Eric, who seemed to 
be incredibly aroused as they bucked and rocked against each other, their 
bodies masked in perspiration, their breath uneven and panting. 

"Shove . . . your finger ... in my ass!" Connie gasped loudly, and Rona 
groaned aloud in amazement, unable to believe that she had heard correctly. 
Rudi took advantage of her lapse of vigilance and managed to insert his 
excitedly hardened cock between her momentarily relaxed thighs, and sighed 
ecstatically as he felt his own hardness make exquisite contact with her 
tremulous softness. 

Rona didn't seem to notice his progress as her eyes widened in astonishment 
as she saw Eric drop his hand down, and with forefinger poised, began to 
prod and search in the crinkled brown crevice of her bottom. After a moment, 
he found it, and Rona saw him plunge forward savagely. 

"AAAGGGHHH ... !!! Yes, that's it! Hurt me! Hurt me!" Connie screamed 
wildly, at first pulling back quickly from the vicious skewering, and then 
after a moment, screwing her anus willingly up on his rotating finger. 

"Oh yes, yesss . . ." the redhead sighed, "I like it! I like it!" as she 
plunged and plummeted wildly under Eric's double impalement, and Rona 
couldn't believe the wild state of incredible passion that the duo was 
transported to. 

Just then, Rudi, his big, heavy prick positioned at the unsuspecting 
entrance to her pussy, heaved forward and with a flesh-separating thrust, 
rammed his blood-bloated cock in her tight little cunt. 

"AAGGH! AAGH! AAGH!" Rona gasped suddenly, unable to help herself as she 
felt the encroaching rod slice through her unsuspecting vaginal sheath. 

"Oh God, stop! You'll kill me!" Rona gasped piteously, but was rewarded with 
a harsh, dry cackle from Rudi and a sudden thrust which shoved his prick all 
the way up her trembling passage to the very mouth of her womb, where the 
hard knobby head played tantalizingly with the softly throbbing tip of her 
cervix. Immediately he began to withdraw, pulling his prick out slowly, 
revelling in the sight of it appearing between the white pear-shaped loaves 
of her bottom. Then, without hesitation, he plunged forward again, nearly 
knocking Rona off balance as he plowed forward, hitting home again with a 
resounding smack. Without preamble, he began to fuck evenly in and out of 
her, his hands dropping down to fondle her breasts as he thrust in and out 
of her with deep, expert strokes. 

Rona's usual resistance didn't have time to react, for almost immediately, 
she began to feel & familiar tingling in her loins, which quickly blazed 
into a roaring fire of passion, which made her thrust her tight little ass 
backward against Rudi's oncoming strokes, and she began to rotate her 
pelvis, delighting in the wonderful abrasion she was creating in her own 
heated passage as it grated against the ridged underside of Rudi's 
bludgeoning prick. She loved the feel of his sperm-bloated balls slapping 
down against her inner thighs, loved the feel of his crisp pubic hairs 
against her smooth buttocks, loved the feel of his hands on her breasts, 
loved being fucked from behind, dog-fashion, while she watched her girl 
friend and the other brother fucking each other like mad! It was true! There 
was no denying now that far from feeling abhorrence at Rudi's brazen 
advances, far from feeling disgust at Connie and Eric's animalistic 
lovemaking, SHE ENJOYED IT ALL! 

Even now, coarse shivers of pleasure coursed through her as she returned 
backward thrust for forward plunge with Rudi, as she continued to stare 
unblinkingly at her friend and Eric, and she could see that at any moment, 
they would cum. They couldn't hold on much longer! They were like 
automatons, screwing and bucking and jerking against each other, ringing the 
atmosphere with wet, sluicing sounds which should have been obscene but 
weren't. . . . 

And then Connie was moaning crazily, her head thrashing unbelievably as her 
mouth spewed out wilder and wilder obscenities. 

"Fuck me harder .. . harder ... dammit, I'm there. I'm CUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG . . 
. WAGGGGHHHHHHHHH. ..." 

Her hips were pounding up furiously against Eric, and her heels were 
drumming mercilessly against his back as she spurred him on viciously to 
increase and increase again the already insane pleasure she was getting from 
him. 

And then he was there, too, harsh guttural male groans of orgasm wringing 
themselves from his lips as he pumped furiously into her. Excited to fever 
pitch, Rona edged even closer, until her eyes were but mere inches away from 
Eric's prick which was jerking spasmodically, and Rona knew that he was at 
last emptying his load into her girl friend, Connie's, hungrily milking 
cunt, just as he had ejaculated into her own vagina yesterday. 

Finally, the sweat soaked pair were still, except for a slight twitching and 
quivering, and Rona felt acute disappointment that it was all over, for 
them. Gone were any reservations she might have harbored about the propriety 
of watching another couple making love; gone was any reticence she had felt 
on being there at all! Instead, she was filled with new, thrilling 
excitement, and all her senses were craving for their respective satiation. 

So she fucked back furiously against Rudi, anxious now to feel the pleasure 
that it was obvious Connie had experienced, and it wasn't long before her 
own body willingly slimbed to the dizzy pinnacle of excruciating pleasure, 
and her own mouth was screaming out her own total and absolute release. 

"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she chanted frenziedly as 
she ground her buttocks back on Rudi's insanely pistoning cock, triggering 
off his near-bursting point shaft, which began to gush scalding frothy 
liquid into her anxious depths. Mechanically, her inner passage squeezed and 
milked every drop of the delicious nectar from his jerking cock, and she 
felt the white semen flow deeply up into her sperm-starved belly. It was 
incredible; the whole thing was incredible, she thought hazily, as her body 
finally slipped exhausted to the floor, followed by Rudi, who slumped over 
her. Her mind drifted off again, satiated doubly by the visual and physical 
satisfaction she had so willingly received.. . . 

Chapter 7 

A throaty murmur of excited male voices buzzed through the large, 
high-ceilinged room. Raucous shouts punctuated the throbbing sensual rhythm 
of a small band whose insistent suggestive melody droned on subtly, 
interweaving the sounds of stamping feet and the clink of bottles and 
glasses, and brooding in the smoky atmosphere was the heated animal 
intensity of a large crowd of aroused men. 

Bud Cardona loosened his shirt collar. Sweat had gathered on his forehead, 
and he felt slightly groggy from the heavy dinner and the endless mugs of 
beer he had consumed, but like his fellow conventioneers, his eyes were 
still sharply focused on the spotlighted platform next to the band. The last 
act hadn't been so hot, but the next one, the Special, promised to be a real 
hot one. Just then, a dark, lithe figure slipped onto the stage, and 
immediately began to sway in time to the slow trancelike cadence of the 
music. Bud felt a thrill of lust stab through him as the spotlight settled 
invitingly on the lovely girl, as her brown silky limbs flashed 
provocatively. Her sequin-spangled gown seemed molded to her body, and it 
was split open almost to the crotch revealing an enticing expanse of firm, 
tawny thigh. 

Bud edged forward, anxious to feast his eyes to the full on her slinky body. 
It was obvious that she was an exceptional dancer, but there was something 
else about her, a suggestion of extraordinary physical presence, a quality 
that came across magnetically to the noisy crowd in the packed room. 

The girl's slow, lazy and seemingly effortless steps contrasted strangely 
with the loud, uproarious mood of the audience. This was the biggest night 
of the convention, and the lavish dinner and "entertainment" culminated days 
of hectic activity. The men's spirits were unleashed and they felt that they 
could finally relax. Although the convention continued for several days 
more, the most gruelling part was over, and the men felt that they could, 
with justification, really relax. And they were all aware, that if last 
year's annual dinner was any guide, the entertainment tonight would be 
something they definitely could not write home about! 

Bud's friend, a salesman from Akron, Ohio, sat next to him. Although Frank 
Caprio was a huge man, whose normal manner was very dignified and 
businesslike, with a few drinks under his belt, his latent sense of humor 
usually broke through his crust of stuffy respectability. Frank was now 
leaning back in his chair, one hand tugging at his tie, an expression of 
gleeful absorption on his face. His eyes stared fixedly at the exotic girl 
on the stage. 

"God, that broad sure exudes sex!" he muttered admiringly. 

"She's something special, all right," Bud admitted. He could hardly take his 
eyes off her himself, but he had slightly more concern for appearances, and 
he couldn't forget that his behavior here might be noted by some of the 
sales executives sprinkled through the crowd of men. As much as he wanted to 
appear mildly indifferent to the show just starting, his interest had 
already been completely captured by the stunning beauty of the dark-haired 
girl. 

The Master of Ceremonies suddenly appeared on the center platform, trailing 
a hand microphone. His voice boomed out over the loudspeaker, blending in 
with the band's seductive accompaniment. 

". . . Boys, I don't think many of you have seen Rhonda before, and once 
seen, you'll never be able to forget her! Rhonda comes to us directly from 
her native Hungary, where she studied with the Hungarian State Circus 
Training School. She has performed in most of the European capitals, where 
her talents were widely applauded ..." 

Shouts of laughter drowned out the M.C.'s voice until he had to finally 
gesticulate for silence and continued in his hushed, confidential voice. 

"... although she does not normally reveal the full range of her unusual 
abilities, Rhonda has consented to give us a very special performance 
tonight. . . ." 

A dozen spotlights converged on the gently undulating figure of the girl, 
sparkling like a myriad of diamonds, and a unanimous gasp rose up as the 
crowd of men gaped at the gorgeous woman. Even the M.C. stared at the 
provocative figure. 

". .. and now, Gentlemen, I give you direct from Budapest, the celebrated 
female contortionist . . . RHONDA L'AMOUR!!" 

Bud joined in the riotous applause. Christ, this should be good, he 
murmured. 

"Hey Cardona, what's he mean, contortionist?" Frank was whispering. 

"Probably just part of the sales talk," Bud replied, and Frank nodded 
gravely. Bud had no idea what Rhonda's act was, but he had an instinctive 
tingle that told him that whatever it was, it would be very, very good . . . 

From their seats, which were only a few feet from the front end of the long 
platform, Bud and Frank were able to get an extremely close view of her 
performance. As the tall, beautiful shimmering figure turned and twisted to 
the sensual throbbing music, she slowly maneuvered her position toward the 
vicinity of the two men. Bud's eyes widened in appreciation as Rhonda swayed 
closer to him and he could see the flush on her lovely face as she undulated 
her body forward in a slow, teasing rhythm. 

The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly under her smooth tan skin, 
indicating a predatory strength. Her dark, expressive eyes glowed like fire 
in her silky, chiselled face. There was a hint of Eastern beauty in her 
proud face, a sharpness in the rose-brown cheeks that gave her a haunting, 
wild quality. The music surged louder as she reached the end of the 
platform. With a sweep of her hand, she unclasped her dress and shrugged it 
loosely from her body, and a loud gasp of excitement surged through the 
crowd as she bared the luscious beauty of her body, clad only in a lacy 
froth of bra and panties. 

Bud filled another glass and coolly offered one to Frank, whose eyes were 
glued on the swaying figure. Frank accepted without shifting his gaze, and 
Bud was just in time to see the beautiful girl drift across the stage, 
mincing slowly, allowing the effect she knew her near-nakedness was having 
on the men sink in completely. Then, slowly, she cupped her full, ripe, 
bra-clad breasts in her palms, and there was a dreamy smile on her face as 
she did so. She seemed completely self-absorbed as though she was unaware of 
the existence of hundreds of men who were agog with thrilling excitement at 
every movement of her fluid supple body. 

Bud felt a stab of excitement jar his penis as slowly, casually, the 
raven-haired girl bent over to pick up her dress, and as she did so, the 
full, rounded globes of her buttocks were enticingly revealed, barely 
covered with the tantalizing lace panties. She couldn't have been more than 
five or six feet from Bud's amazed eyes and he had a completely unobstructed 
view of the narrow strip of her panties between her smooth strong thighs 
which tightened slightly as she bent over. 

The flimsy garment slipped teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks from 
the pressure of her position, and Bud watched with bated breath as her hand 
snaked the shimmering dress suggestively around her legs, the long fingers 
of her sensual hands wandering over her beautiful smooth calves. She was 
caressing herself, and the lewd self-possession of her action fascinated 
Bud, and a prickle of heat burned at his loins. She raised herself up again, 
the ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly. Her hands were 
lingering limply over the soft curves of her upper thighs and belly, and it 
was obvious that she had complete control over her body. Her hands rose once 
again to the full orbs of her breasts, and she teased the straining nipples 
with her fingertips, tweaking them through the lacy bra, and then, with a 
soft sigh, she closed her eyes and began to unfasten the confining garment. 

The music slowed to a barely audible whisper and then crashed to a deafening 
crescendo as she swung away the bra and revealed the statuesque glory of-her 
free, upthrust breasts. 

A murmur of approval sounded in the room, and then died down again as the 
men gave Rhonda L'amour their full, undivided attention. 

She ground her hips in a graceful, teasing circle, the lovely olive of her 
skin slowing in the warm multi-colored bath of light, as her hands continued 
to manipulate her surging breasts. Bud could see clearly that the nipples 
were turgid and erect like little brown berries, and the crinkled areola 
contracted under the exciting touch of her own fingers. Then she lowered her 
fingertips to her hips, and gently, with torturous slowness, she began to 
ease the narrow panties down over her smooth graceful curves, crossing and 
uncrossing her legs as she did so. 

Suddenly, when the flimsy garment was curved at the arch of her hips, 
revealing the first wisps of her thinly curling pubic down, the music 
climaxed, and with a quick flash of laughter, she flexed her hips and the 
thin material stretched, strained and finally split apart so that the lacy 
fabric slipped uselessly between her thighs, leaving her standing there, 
stark naked, her brilliant eyes staring at the crowd in calm amusement. 

Bud felt himself to be in the grip of some compelling, animal force over 
which he had no control. Her incredible body held his full attention. He had 
a wild, crazy notion to reach out and touch the soft silky down of her dark 
pubic mound and stroke and caress it with his fingers. He felt as if he was 
the only man in the room, and he knew that everyone else there felt the 
same, so spellbinding was her hold over them all. She flexed her loins and 
Bud could just barely see the thin, hair-lined lips of her vagina between 
her slightly parted thighs. 

"God, she's beautiful . . ." he muttered to himself, staring up boggle-eyed 
at her nakedness. It was all he could do to stop himself from rushing up and 
falling on his knees in front of her, and pressing her flesh against his. 

She moved one hand mesmerizingly up and down the smoothness of her quivering 
buttocks, stroking and kneading them almost lovingly. She was beginning to 
bend over backwards, arching her back until Bud thought it would break, and 
then with a gasp of surprise, the men saw her two hands appear between the 
thighs. Her backward pose pushed the enticing mound of her pussy forward and 
they could all see the trembling pink slit, gleaming moistly in the bright 
light. Her fingers fastened on the soft protective flanges of her cunt and 
gently drew the tender folds apart, revealing the reddish tip of her rosebud 
clitoris, crowning the small clasping hole of her pussy. Eagerly, her 
fingers dipped into the burning flesh, stroking gently. 

"Go to it!" a voice shouted hoarsely and there were whistles and squeals of 
excitement. A glass broke somewhere behind Bud and Frank and the music 
speeded up into a shrill pagan wail. 

Rhonda's dark hair hung back and tossed gently from side to side as her 
fingers dug further into the wet cavern of her excited vagina. Her head 
began to weave back behind her shoulders, dipping, swaying, precariously 
further and further as her fingers prodded deeply into the secret confines 
of her cunt. Her mouth was half-open, the full sensuous curve of her lips 
twisting over her brilliant white teeth. Her tongue darted out, licking 
provocatively around her ripe open mouth. 

She exuded raw, natural sex and the men were stirred by a mass outpouring of 
lust, overwhelmed by the incredible display of sheer abandoned wantonness, 
such unabashed erotic frenzy. 

Her head and shoulders shuddered further backward and down, and the wet, 
pink slit of her throbbing cunt was exposed like some savage pagan offering. 
She was bent almost horizontally like a limbo dancer, her torso hovering 
only inches from the floor of the brightly lit platform. Finally, her 
fingers pulled away from the clasping folds of her excited pussy and with a 
long, lingering caress, they slithered back behind her, supporting her lithe 
body, which had now begun to arch fantastically as her head began to emerge 
between her knees! 

It was incredible! The bobbing mass of raven hair reappeared between her 
shapely long legs almost as though it were an independent creature. The long 
legs seemed to end abruptly at her waist and to vanish completely from 
sight. 

From his vantage point Bud had the weird sensation that he was watching two 
women on the platform, one whose upper body was invisible, and the other who 
was grotesquely thrusting her head between the legs of the first! 

The audience was quiet now. They could scarcely believe the perverse 
spectacle they were witnessing. This was no ordinary striptease and the men 
were galvanized into a breathless attention by the impossible transformation 
unfolding in front of their astonished eyes. 

The sleek, contorted body of the girl still undulated to the throbbing 
background music. There was a thin rivulet of sweat trickling down her inner 
thighs, and her leg-muscles were standing out like whipcord from her 
tremendous exertion. 

Bud could scarcely suppress a gasp as he watched Rhonda's arms twist 
amazingly around and reach again for the palpitating pivot of her pussy. She 
gently spread the swollen flanges of her burning cunt, and began to stroke 
the narrow pink cleft, and she jerked back from the touch of her own slender 
digit on her open, unprotected furrow. Stroking the pale inner lips with her 
long fingers, she brushed lightly against the sensitive button of her 
clitoris and Bud saw the convulsive shudder which rippled through her from 
the contact with the tiny erogenous knob. The tip grew under her touch and 
Bud strained eagerly to see the bright reddish organ throbbing like a 
miniature phallus. Her blood-engorged outer lips were swelling and blushing 
a deep red as she prodded her sensitive cuntal hole, and then with an 
audible groan, she plunged her finger inside the moist, contracting orifice. 
Immediately, the aperture closed in around the sunken digit and began a 
rhythmic pulsating motion. Her finger swirled around in her strong, pumping 
hole and she mewled and whimpered with undisguised lust. 

"This ain't an act," Bud heard Frank gasp excitedly, "she really means it!" 

Reluctantly, the distorted but still tantalizing woman withdrew her finger 
from the hungry, eager hole of her contracting cunt. 

At last, Rhonda's head appeared fully between the statuesque columns of her 
straining thighs. Bud had a strange, eerie sensation from watching the 
pretzellike contortions of her body. It was almost not human, but yet, he 
was excited and mesmerized by the entire lewd act. 

The audience could see that her eyes were half-closed in sultry, passionate 
abstraction. Her strong thigh muscles were stretched beyond belief and her 
flat stomach was strained absurdly around the frame of her waist, bent 
double against the incredible pliability of her backbone. Her head was now 
poised directly below the warm, wet folds of her vagina. Wide-eyed with 
disbelief, Bud watched her dreamy smile slowly twist sideways, as she turned 
her head almost a hundred and eighty degrees. It didn't seem possible, but 
the girl had actually rotated her head around so that she was now able to 
face her own vagina! It was unbelievable! The music abruptly stopped. No 
accompaniment was necessary for the unbelievable scene that was taking 
place. Slowly, she thrust forth her wet, long tongue and made contact with 
her own twitching pussy! In front of the astonished, lascivious fascination 
of the huge convention of salesmen, the girl was actually licking her own 
cunt! 

"Mmmmmmmmmm ..." they heard her sigh as visible ripples of pleasure raced 
along her flesh and her body writhed in a lewd serpentine coil as she 
continued to lick at the glistening folds of her desire-ridden pussy, 
lapping at the sweet nectar of her own cunt juices. The tip of her pink 
organ, stretching and curving, probed into every nook and cranny, dipping 
into the creases and crevices of her pussy, swiping the luscious tender 
flesh, swirling around the burgeoning clitoral button, teasing it beyond 
endurance. 

Bud could see her tongue slip deeper into the rosy flower-shaped opening of 
her vagina, tickling daintily at the delicate opening, and then stiffening 
suddenly to ram provocatively straight into the clasping hole! 

"Oooohhhhhh . . ." the incredulous audience heard her sigh as her tongue 
rotated freely inside her own writhing sheath, jerking deeper and harder 
into the passage in frantic copulatory simulation. 

Her grotesquely placed head surged against the moist plain of her pussy, her 
tongue working frantically, scraping, twirling, lashing inside her steaming 
depths. Further and further it plunged, flying around in her hungry, 
squeezing cuntal channel. 

Her diligent organ was incredible as it swept in and out of her own vagina, 
making wet slapping sounds as it scurried around her nectarine folds, the 
intense pleasure making her smooth buttocks clench and unclench above her 
trapped head. Her hips began to undulate in time to the probing of her own 
tongue and the ripples gave way to shudders of pleasure that shook her 
beautiful sculpted body, and made every man in the audience shift with 
infectious pleasure as they watched the incredible scene. Her eyes were 
shut, her body given over completely to the torrential ecstasy of her unique 
self oral fucking. 

Her own maddening tongue was lashing her into a maniacal frenzy and with 
superhuman strength, she eased her legs apart a further few inches, and 
thrust her moistened face higher into the throbbing cavern of her own 
tingling pussy. Her own warm breath poured into her dilated vagina, adding 
to her pleasure as it returned in hot gusts. Her entire face was buried 
completely out of sight now, and it was obvious to all that she was lost 
completely in a daze of pleasure. 

Her thighs pressed tighter against her head, and her belly began to rise and 
fall with quickening momentum. She thrust her tongue deeper and harder into 
her own scorching depths, her buttocks dancing in rhythm with her own 
plunging tongue. She seemed to be on the edge of a kind of madness, and all 
the men leaned forward eagerly in their seats, anxious not to lose a 
precious moment of what was going on. There was silence except for Rhonda's 
ragged breathing and the wet sluicing sound of her tongue as it whipped into 
her own trembling pulsating flesh. Her face twisted and contorted and a deep 
guttural scream rattled in the depths of her throat. It pierced the mammoth 
hall like the savage cry of a wild animal, sending chills shooting up the 
spines of the amazed men. 

"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG ...!!!" She was cumming! 

Her body, loosened by the intensity of her orgasm, sprang apart like a steel 
coil and crumpled onto the floor of the stage, writhing and moaning from the 
extent of the unbelievable climax she had brought herself to by her 
voracious sucking on her own pussy. Some of the men rose up, some even 
standing on their chairs, to get a better look at the sprawled twitching 
woman, before the lights dimmed and the curtain dropped on her quivering 
body. 

"Holy Christ!" Frank murmured, making his voice heard above the frenzied 
exclamations that buzzed through the hall, "that was really something, a 
real cunt-ortionist!" he grinned obscenely, his eyes still staring in the 
direction of the stage. 

Bud was reluctant to bring himself back to reality. He had been completely 
entranced by the perverse proceedings, and his body felt as if it was 
attacked by lewd pins and needles. 

"Listen," Frank was whispering confidentially, "how about us making a little 
whoopee tonight?" 

Bud's mind was racing. After a performance like that, he knew he just 
couldn't go back and sleep at the hotel. 

"I know where we can go to make a real score . . ." Frank was going on 
excitedly. 

"Okay, let's go . . ." Bud whispered, his eyes gleaming with lewd delight, 
his mind dancing with memories of the incredible Rhonda L'amour. 

Chapter 8 

Rona tried to avoid looking at herself in the mirror, reading wanton signs 
of remaining lust in her smooth features. When the brothers and Connie had 
finally left in the middle of the afternoon, she had scrubbed herself from 
head to toe in the shower, trying to wash away every trace of sinful passion 
from her body. She had caught sight of herself in the mirror and has been 
disgusted and ashamed of the full, sensuous look her face had suddenly taken 
on. Her lips seemed fuller and more pouty, her eyes seemed to smoulder with 
unkindled fire, and her body, too, seemed to be provocatively sexy. After 
her shower, she had taken a nap, a soothing, dreamless sleep, which annoyed 
her slightly, because she felt that in her state of mind, she shouldn't have 
been able to sleep at all, let alone such a relaxing snooze. In fact, 
although her mind was turbulent with doubt and worries, physically she was 
unperturbed and more relaxed than she had been for days. The only real 
distressing factor was that Bud hadn't called. 

She couldn't imagine why he didn't phone her, and she had even inquired at 
the tavern, in case he should have called her there, forgetting that their 
own phone was finally installed. But he hadn't called the bar either. 
Nagging worries assailed her mind. Was this his way of punishing her for her 
coldness to him? Or was he just ashamed of the way he had behaved, 
assaulting her anally? Or worse still, did he really have no feeling left 
for her at all? 

Dejectedly, she slumped down in a chair in front of the television set, and 
glumly turned it on. One thing was for sure, she determined, that was the 
last time she'd have anything to do with Connie and her two friends. Even if 
it meant much more additional expense, she would get someone else to finish 
the work, and completely sever all ties with the Fosters. As for Connie, she 
should have known not to get involved with her that time when she met her in 
the bar, with her boyfriend, while her husband thought she was at her 
sister's. Looking back over the last few days, she just couldn't believe the 
lascivious maze in which she had got lost, and from which she found it so 
difficult to extricate herself. 

But she had to! Her whole future, really, depended on resuming her normal 
life, and really making up with Bud when he came home. Perhaps, when their 
relationship had resumed its former status, the memory of that disgusting 
interlude with the brothers and Connie would fade from her mind. Of course, 
she'd always feel guilty about it, but that would be the price she'd have to 
pay for her weak will. The television announcer broke in on her stream of 
thought just then, with something which caught her attention. 

". . . and now we switch over to the beautiful city of St. Paul, where one 
of the biggest conventions of salesmen ever is taking place. Tliis 
convention is aimed particularly at the electronics field, which is one of 
biggest businesses there is. Aside from the usual massive exhibitions, 
numerous speakers from all over the world, leaders in their field, gave 
talks to the men on every aspect of the business ..." 

Rona knew that Bud had gone to Minneapolis on a selling trip and he had 
mentioned that he'd go over to St. Paul for the convention, so she listened 
eagerly, anxious to hear everything, so she could tell Bud about it when he 
came home. 

"... a gruelling eight-hour day, chock full of talks, lectures, and tours. 
None of your long, businessman's lunches for these guys! It's go, go all the 
time. Many of the men brought their wives, which of course, helped them to 
adjust to the strain of the long day. Wives were very welcome, most 
companies these days stressing the importance of a wife's helping hand, 
understanding and interest in her husband's work, as directly related to his 
productivity ..." 

The announcer's voice droned on, but Rona's thoughts ground to a standstill. 
Wives were welcome! Anger stabbed at her consciousness. Why didn't he take 
me? He hadn't even suggested her going, and he should have known how welcome 
a break would have been. And he was the one who was always emphasizing that 
she should take more interest in his work. The son-of-a-bitch! Why didn't he 
want me to come? WHY? 

The announcer's cheery voice crackled on briskly. 

" . . .of course, it's not all work for the boys. The firms have organized 
many evening time entertainments, and here's one rather intimate little 
cabaret that all the men, worn out from their busy day, seem to be enjoying 
..." 

Rona's eyes widened in incredulity as her gaze was riveted on the screen. IT 
COULDN'T BE! her mind protested violently, but there was no denying it. The 
camera was focusing on Bud sitting there in the audience. She knew without 
doubt that it was him; she could even see that he was wearing that Paisley 
tie that she insisted was too old-fashioned now, and he was with a girl! The 
camera moved on to the rest of the audience, but the shot of her husband was 
etched indelibly on her numbed brain. 

Bud was there, in St. Paul, with a girl! Rona shuddered at the glimpse she'd 
had of her husband's companion -dark hair piled high on her head, 
heavy-ringed eyes, long false eyelashes, and her dress was cut so low in 
front that Rona could swear that her nipples were visible. Bud's arm was 
curved caressingly around her shoulder and she was laughing, her face very 
close to Bud's, and Rona was sure that the girl's hand was resting on her 
husband's thigh. 

"And now let's talk to one of the men. ..." 

In a paroxysm of rage, Rona jumped up and snapped off the television and 
began to pace furiously around the still-cluttered room. The bastard, the 
goddamn bastard! He was enjoying something all right, the louse, but not the 
cabaret! 

Anger pounded painfully at her temples, and she doubled her fists in an 
agony of frustration. No wonder he didn't have time to call me! Too busy 
with that dirty little whore! 

She laughed, a harsh, dry laugh. And to think I worried about what I was 
doing, thinking about poor Bud and how good and sweet he-was! Hah! What a 
fool I am! 

She couldn't shake loose the jarring memory of the brief glimpse she'd 
caught of her husband with another woman, and the wound was doubly cutting 
because of her agony of remorse that she'd tormented herself with. 

"The son-of-a-bitch! I'll show him!" she snapped aloud, unable to contain 
herself. 

"Who's a son-of-a-bitch?" The door opened and Rudi was walking into the 
living room, with Eric close on his heels. Rona was curiously glad to see 
the two brothers. 

"No, not you," she said numbly, wondering if she should tell the brothers 
what she had seen. No! she decided suddenly, it's time I held the strings, 
and called the shots! I'm not going to be a scaredy cat anymore. 

"How about a drink, boys?" she brazened, nonchalantly walking into the 
kitchen. 

Eric and Rudi looked at her in surprise. They had expected her to be full of 
remorse and self-reproach, and had come with the intention of making their 
peace with her. They had come to the conclusion, that despite her wild, 
unabashed release, as evidenced by her intense arousal and submission to 
them and Connie over the last few days, that she was irrevocably planted on 
her husband's side, and that any lapse on her part would only be very 
temporary. But they still liked her, and had been prepared to suggest that 
they finish the work on her house regardless, and to promise not to bother 
her again. 

"Scotch all right?" she called, and they assented. They felt something akin 
to the thrill of the unknown now, as they waited in the living room, able to 
tell immediately that something of a monumental nature had happened to her 
in the course of the time since they'd left. 

She returned to the living room, carrying the drinks, and they both found 
that they could not take their eyes off her. She was a new, exciting Rona, 
and it showed in her walk, her look, her voice. Rona noticed their admiring 
stares. Steady on, Rona, she smiled to herself. Won't they be surprised when 
they find out what I have in mind for them. . . . 

Chapter 9 

She returned their stares fully as she gulped thirstily on her drink. 
Something had snapped inside the young wife, when she had caught that fatal 
glimpse of her husband. The wandering TV camera had forged an irrevocable 
gap in their relationship, and nothing could bridge it. Rona had been 
clinging to the last vestige of sanity, as it were, in her present 
disordered existence, and that was Bud, and his unshakeable love for her, 
the certainty of his fidelity, the knowledge that he'd be coming home to 
her. A couple of seconds was all it had taken to shake that faith, and 
tumble it eternally into the abyss of mistrust. 

"Welh boys," Rona said, finishing her drink, and looking from one to the 
other of the bemused brothers, "we sure have had ourselves a good time 
lately, didn't we?" Connie and the Fosters together had uncovered, stone by 
stone, the very core of her libido, and they had left her hovering en the 
brink of either total dissolution or chaste fidelity, and it was Bud 
himself, who unwittingly had given her that little shove that sent her 
tumbling down the bottomless well of adultery. 

She moved very close to the two young men, and stood between their two 
chairs, a hand on each backrest. 

"You know, I've got a real hankering to see those nice big cocks of yours 
again, fellows!" she smiled, and the two surprised men stared at her in 
astonishment. What had come over her? The non-plussed pair stirred 
uncomfortably in their chairs. She was enjoying their discomfiture, 
wondering how they felt about it, for a change. 

"Don't tell me you guys have suddenly got shy!" she laughed throatily, and 
Eric, his excitement unleashed by her unabashed sensuality, suddenly 
unzipped the fly of his pants, and revealed the semi-erect mass of his 
penis, which tumbled out of the confines of his trousers. 

"Mmmmmm ..." she sighed, eyeing it avidly, "it looks so nice. . . ." She 
reached out and grasped it, and could feel it stirring into life under her 
firm clasp, struggling like a butterfly to get out of its cocoon. Rudi, 
galvanized by what was happening to his brother, speedily unleashed his own 
pounding member which was almost fully erect and acutely excited from the 
strange goings-on. 

"Oooohhhh, look at that!" she exclaimed like a child, her eyes darting over 
to the older brother's huge protuberance. 

"Mmm, I think I'll help Eric catch up!" she mused, and she began to run the 
tips of her long slender fingers up and down the rough veinous surface of 
the younger brother's prick, sending shivers of ecstasy running maddeningly 
through him. Her fingernail grated at the smooth rubbery skin at the tip, 
and her palm dipped under to nestle the hairy sac of his scrotum, gently 
kneading it, and she could feel the blood pumping madly through the growing 
tube of his penis, sending it soaring into preponderous erection. 

"Hey, what about me?" Rudi shouted, and Rona smiled over at him. 

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you in a minute, mister!" 

Eric closed his eyes in blissful happiness. Her fingers felt so feather-like 
on his throbbing cock, and he felt as if it would expand till it burst, so 
smooth and practiced was her touch. Rona watched the virile member grow 
under her caresses and she experienced a modicum of pride that she could 
induce it into such turgidity. Her other hand slipped over and was gently 
stroking Rudi's fully-erect shaft, running her fingers around and around it 
in perfect time to her manipulation of Eric's blood-filled rod. 

Eagerly, she leaned over, and without releasing her grasp on either upright, 
palpitating member, bent down and enclosed the hard, bulbous head to Rudi's 
prick in her mouth, her lips slipping easily over the rubbery surface. 

"Christ ..." Rudi gasped, surprised beyond belief, "ooooohhhhhh . . . God, 
it feels good. . . ." Her lips tightened around the throbbing shaft, 
encasing the entire granite-like head, and her tongue began to swipe around 
the imprisoned flesh, darting in and out of the tiny glans tip at the head, 
trying to suck out any excess male secretions that might be lurking there, 
coating it with her warm saliva, while her hand continued to pump insanely 
at Eric's bloated member, and her other hand held Rudi's jerking cock 
steady. She liked the taste of Rudi's prick in her mouth, liked the tang of 
his masculine piquancy, and now, she wanted to taste Eric, too! 

Releasing Rudi's massive shaft, she resumed her manual stroking and reaching 
over, ran her tongue along the webbed periphery of young Eric's upright 
pole, feeling it quiver from top to bottom under her lingual laving. Deftly, 
she nibbled at the engorged bulbous head with her agile lips, and then 
enclosed its enormity in her mouth, feeling it expand unbelievably until she 
thought it would choke her completely. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhhh. ..." Eric groaned and he began to churn his pelvis wildly, 
forcing his elongated rod far back into Rona's throat, pressing it viciously 
against her larynx, almost making her gag. Still her tongue whirled around 
energetically, dipping and probing and washing the length of his shaft with 
the moisture of love, while her hand milked spasmodically on his pendulous 
balls, and her other hand stroked and petted Rudi's sizzling member. 

"It's my turn now!" Rudi complained, and Rona obediently released Eric's 
palpitating organ and resumed her oral caressing of Rudi's burgeoning prick. 
She continued to run her tongue up and down the strong, sturdy length of it, 
nibbling at the thick veinous underside, poking down among the dark pubic 
curls, painting his squirming balls with warm wet saliva, before returning 
to titillate the head of the vibrant shaft once more. She was completely 
lost in her lewd sex shame now, her head bobbing like a jack-in-the-box as 
she kissed and licked first one and then the other of the brother's 
furiously pounding organs. 

Her hands pumped and kneaded automatically in conjunction with her diligent 
lips and tongue, and her whole head, her eyes, her nose, her mouth seemed 
filled with the wonderful masculine sense of them. She felt oddly, and 
totally happy, revelling in her self-appointed task, deriving intense joy 
out of feeling the increased tempo of their spasmodic churning, the 
increasing volume of their raucous grunts of animalistic pleasure, the 
almost unbelievable proportions of their bursting pricks. Rudi, in 
particular, was nearly insane with the forceful thudding in his balls and 
the fiery pulsing of his tormented prick, and as Rona continued to suck 
desperately on the bobbing shaft, his hands shot up and tangled in her hair, 
pushing her face down on his rod, until the crisp curls of his pubic wisps 
tickled her nose, and she thought for a moment that she couldn't breathe. 

She knew that Rudi was near to climax, and she moved her mouth in 
convoluting contortions, desperate to get as much mileage as she could out 
of his mounting excitement. Her other hand maintained its furious 
manipulation of Eric's similarly tortured organ, and Rona knew that it was a 
race against time to see who would come first. Rudi did! 

He began to buck his pelvis up against Rona's face, plunging his prick in 
dynamic strokes far back into her throat, and his voice, hoarse with 
passion, rent the air. 

"UUUGGGGHHHHHH ... oh Christ, I'm there . . . keep sucking AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH. 
. . ." 

And he was cumming! 

Rona felt the first rain of his hot semen as it spurted out of the tube of 
his prick and gushed down her throat where she drank it down like a desert 
in drought. It was an incredible feeling, she thought, having a man cum in 
your mouth like that! Bud, you bastard, what would you think now if you saw 
me, sucking off two men at once? The hot shower of sperm continued to flow 
into her convoluted mouth and her cheeks hollowed and filled as she 
swallowed each last drop. I'm drinking another man's semen, after sucking 
his cock, and it's all your fault, Bud you son-of-a-bitch. . . . 

At last, she had drained him dry, and his now exhausted cock was beginning 
to deflate in her mouth. 

"Don't forget me!" Eric moaned, "I'm nearly there. . . ." She could feel his 
hot, maddened shaft begin to jerk violently in her hand, and her mouth still 
wet and sticky from his brother's cum, she reached over and swallowed his 
throbbing cock, enclosing it almost to the hilt, just in time to catch the 
first molten jet of hot frothy lava which bubbled into her mouth, where his 
brother's had done only seconds before. 

"OOOOHHHHHH ... Oh Rona, keep sucking . . . don't stop ..." he moaned 
incessantly, as his lust-driven rod battered cruelly against the roof of her 
mouth as stream after stream of his seemingly endless flow of male cum 
careened into her crazily gulping gullet and slipped down inside her to join 
his brother's semen in her stomach. Finally, Eric too, was spent, and she 
kept his almost-limp cock in her mouth, disappointed that all the cumming 
was over. Finally, it slipped from her mouth, and she sat back on her heels, 
surveying the two dazed, panting men who slumped back against their chairs. 

There's no turning back note, she murmured to herself, hastily wiping away 
the tiny drops of tears which were beginning to form in her eyes. She was 
fully liberated now, like Connie, and things were going to go her way from 
now on. . . . 

"Shove your ass back harder!" Eric screamed, as he rammed forward with his 
gigantic shaft, plunging deep down into Rona's insanely flailing rectum. His 
face was perspiring, and his hirsute buttocks clenched and unclenched as he 
jerked forward spasmodically, completely imbedding every inch of his prick 
each time. Rona thrust her backside back eagerly, delirious from the 
incredible sensation of having Eric take her from the back, while Rudi was 
plunging frenetically into her hungry pussy. It was all too good to be true. 
Gone were the feelings of regret and even self-loathing which had lingered 
yesterday after she had sucked Rudi's and Eric's cocks at the same time. Now 
she was completely free, and had been ecstatic when the brothers, and 
Connie, had come over early this morning. They had lost no time in trying 
out all new, strange positions, which Rona had never guessed existed, and it 
seemed that each time they all entwined, her body got more pleasure out of 
it, and seemed to clamor for more and more. 

Rona wondered how she could ever have been happy the way she was before. Her 
whole body felt really alive now, not lukewarm like it used to, and if it 
took Eric's prick in her rectum, Rudi's cock in her pussy, and Connie's 
mouth on her breasts to make her happy, why not? She didn't have to answer 
to anyone, least of all Bud, who obviously didn't give a damn about her. She 
was her own woman now, free to do as she liked, and there was no doubt at 
all in her mind that that was just what she was going to do! 

The four naked, perspiration-coated bodies ground hungrily against each 
other as they strived to give the maximum pleasure to each other, and Rona 
felt that she would go mad from the sheer ecstatic pleasure of having the 
two brothers and Connie lavish such loving attention on her flesh. As she 
was buffeted about between the two men, thrills of joy engulfing every iota 
of her body, her wildly roaming eyes saw that the phone had been knocked 
over by the pressure of naked, excited flesh against it, and in a flash of 
reason, she reached out and replaced the receiver on the stand. To her 
amazement, it rang immediately. 

Bud had been trying to reach Rona all day, but he kept getting a busy 
signal. He had even asked the operator to check, but she insisted that it 
was engaged. He knew he should have called her long before this, but the 
convention had tied him up all day, and his nights, well, they were busy, 
too. God, I'll never forget that contortionist, Rhonda! he reminisced 
excitedly. And Maria, too, last night! Wow! 

His prick itched as he recalled her soft expert body, and for a moment, he 
was lost in a sensual reverie. But his conscience nagged him back to the 
present. He knew he had neglected Rona, and was almost afraid to talk to her 
on the phone. He felt guilty, too, very guilty, about his brutal attack on 
her, and promised himself that he would make amends to her. He shouldn't 
have left her to cope with everything, he knew, and it was unfair of him to 
get angry over the men she had hired, who would probably turn out all right 
after all. Still, maybe everything will be all right after I talk to her. . 
. . 

"Helloooo. . . ." Rona called gaily as she picked up the phone. The others 
couldn't contain their laughter when they heard her greeting, so casual as 
if the fact that she was being dual-fucked front and back by Rudi and Eric, 
and having her tits tickled by Connie was nothing at all! 

"It's me, Bud," Rona heard her husband's voice. "How are you, honey?" 

"Fine, just fine!" Rona replied, unable to suppress a giggle at the thought 
of what Bud would say if he could only see her. 

"Is there somebody there with you?" her husband asked, a sudden sharp note 
in his voice. 

"No, honey, it's only the T.V.!" Rona chirped. 

"Listen, baby, I'm sorry for not calling you before this, but I've been 
really busy!" 

"Yes, I'm sure you have," Rona agreed, a vision of the dark-haired slut 
she'd glimpsed him with on the television, rising in her mind. 

"And, baby, I'm really sorry about attacking you like I did!" Bud 
apologized. "I'll really make it up to you when I get back!" 

"Oh darling, don't worry about that!" Rona crooned. "I forgive you!" 

Just at that moment, Rudi and Eric plummeted deep into her twin passages in 
unison, their p i s t o n i n g pricks grazing each other through the thin 
dividing tissue, causing her to gasp involuntarily from the sharp eddies of 
tremulous pleasure which rippled over her undulating body. 

"What was that?" Bud queried sharply. 

"N-nothing, honey. I ... I just bit my tongue!" Rona explained anxiously. 

"Well, I hope you're okay, Rona, there all by yourself!" 

"Please don't worry about me, honey!" Rona gasped, fighting to control the 
expression of the pleasure that was rampaging through her from the three-way 
ministrations she was receiving from her passionate friends. 

"And darling," she continued, "I understand how your work keeps you busy all 
the time." 

"Do you really?" Bud asked, feeling pleased and glad that he wouldn't have 
any explaining to do. 

"Yes, I do, and I'll just have to get used to it. After all, you can't help 
it, and from now on, I'll have to find a hobby to amuse myself with while 
you're away." 

"That's my girl!" Bud said proudly, and feeling relieved that Rona at last 
understood. 

"Yes, in future, darling," Rona purred, "I'll just have to put up with your 
being away so much. And honey, please don't feel you have to hurry right 
home from this trip. I really don't mind you're being away, because I'm SO 
busy with the builders. . . . Oooooh . . . honey . . . honey . . . I'm 
sooooo busy you can't believe it!!!" 


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