Home Movie
by Bertraud Rozelle


FOREWORD 

It is tempting, in this age of the pill and the New Morality, to assume that 
sexual ignorance and prudery are a thing of the remote Victorian past. The 
popular culture media turn the spotlight of mass circulation on subjects 
that only a few years ago were discussed in whispers and behind closed 
doors. Even lady's magazines, formerly devoted to prosaic articles on food 
and housekeeping, now devote increasing space to such subjects as premarital 
sex, contraception, unwed motherhood, and homosexuality. And the alleged 
arts of theater, cinema, and music depict nudity and overt sexual acts with 
a sophistication bordering on cynicism. A visitor from another planet, 
pursuing the advertisements in any major American magazine, might easily 
conclude that we had attained a level of sexual liberation unparalleled in 
human history. 

Those whose profession it is, however, to deal with the troubled, the 
maladjusted in our society, know that this is far from the truth. Indeed 
psychiatrists and marriage counselors often express surprise at the degree 
of ignorance and inhibition they encounter in their patients, both male and 
female. Despite the "playboy philosophy." 

"women's liberation," and sex education in our schools, many of us seem to 
live in the moral and psychological word of our grandparents, ignorant of 
even the most rudimentary facts of sexuality, and fearful and ashamed of 
discussing even those. Is it not ironic that in an age when sexual stimuli 
assault us from all sides, sexual difficulties more than any other type of 
problem cause us to seek the help of an analyst ... and sexual 
incompatibility is an overwhelming cause of divorce? 

There is a growing body of opinion that many of our sexual difficulties and 
instances of sexual incompatibility could be erased if we communicated more 
freely with each other about our sexual-likes and dislikes. In such an 
atmosphere of mutual trust and love, psychiatrists feel, husband and wife 
might resolve their problems and pass beyond a spurious sexual 
sophistication to genuine sexual maturity. 

It is our hope that the story that is about to unfold here will impress upon 
its readers the necessity of open communication within the marital 
relationship if it is to survive the onslaughts of this permissive society. 

Our story takes place in a small town in New England, where, far from the 
pressures of the modern urban center, life goes on much as it has for 
several generations. A small percentage of each year's high school graduates 
leave for a more exciting life in the city, but most stay home, marry their 
childhood sweethearts, and settle down to what they hope will be a happy, 
normal life. 

Typical of these couples are Bob and Sally Payton healthy, good-looking, 
clean-cut, married less than a year, they seem to have everything going 
their way. Despite a brief period of ecstatic lovemaking in the first months 
of their marriage, however, they have begun to feel a vague sense of 
dissatisfaction with their sex lives. Because of their relative inexperience 
and their reticence to discuss their sexual problems, they are unable to 
communicate about it. 

In another, gentler era, time and understanding might have brought them 
together. But their lives are disrupted by the sudden arrival of a figure 
from the past. 

Tina Sarlin, an old friend of Sally's from high school returns to her home 
town from New York City for the first time in four years with her husband 
and manager, Ray. These two are the prototypes of today's sexual 
"sophisticate," and their bizarre life-style and dark ambitions have a 
cataclysmic effect on Bob and Sally's marriage. 

The publishers are grateful to the author, Bertrand Rozelle, for his 
no-punches-pulled approach to a subject of vital concern to us all. For if 
we cannot communicate in the intimacy of the marital relationship, what hope 
is there for solving the other monumental problems that confront us in the 
modern world? It is our hope that this frank and forthright work will be a 
step, however small, in tearing down the walls that separate us. 

-The Publishers Sausalito, California February, 1972 

 CHAPTER ONE 

In his dingy loft apartment in grimy lower Manhattan, Ray Sarlin, director 
of low-budget "art" films, set down his 8mm camera and reached up to adjust 
one of the glaring overhead lights strung on the pipes of the sprinkler 
system. His tie-dyed, t-shirt revealed a circular stain of sweat, as his 
hairy, muscular arm reached for the ceiling. He brushed a lock of his 
straight, medium-long, dark hair out of his eyes and, satisfied with the new 
lighting effect, stepped back to survey the entire scene. 

Long strips of silver foil hung at intervals from the ceiling, shimmering 
with the reflection of a series of moving colored lights placed 
strategically along the walls of the otherwise cheerless room, whose chipped 
plaster etched out his sporadic attempts to expose the brick of the rundown 
warehouse building. On the back wall, the current focus of his attention, a 
poster of Che Guevara, a women's liberation banner, various revolutionary 
slogans, and assorted less political graffiti framed a larger-than-life-size 
mural of two nude figures locked in lewd embrace, painted by Ray himself in 
a former identity as avant-garde artist. 

On the floor in the center of the room was a large white sheepskin rug, 
piled high on three sides with oversized, bright-hued, tie-dyed velvet 
pillows. In the middle of the rug, supported on the pile of pillows, was a 
voluptuous redhead, naked except for a pair of sheer, black bikini panties, 
fringed knee-high suede boots, and a beaded Indian headband. Her thick mane 
of wavy, copper-colored hair cascaded down over her shoulders and arms in 
long, smooth waves, reaching around her breasts, which hung like two 
luscious melons, ripe for the plucking. Her large, now placidly relaxed 
nipples were of gradually deeper shades of pink, ending in small, pointed 
tips of burnished coral. 

Tina Sarlin, twenty-year-old wife of Ray and star of his current film, had 
developed from an eye-catching slightly vulgar Lolita into a strikingly 
beautiful package ... perfectly arched eyebrows over huge, sultry brown 
eyes, high cheek bones and full sensual lips, and a body that stopped 
traffic. Dressed, she looked like a high-fashion model; undressed, closer to 
a fertility goddess. At the moment, her long tapering legs crossed with 
tantalizing, lazy grace, she looked like a sleek jungle cat stretched out at 
her ease in the sun. 

Luxuriating in the softness of the velvet pillows while waiting for her 
husband's signal to begin, Tina puffed languidly on a joint of marijuana and 
watched Ray's activities. She was not aware so much of what he was doing; 
the technical aspects of film-making didn't particularly interest her. 
Rather, she let her eyes wander lazily over the muscular expanse of his 
broad back, the thick, curly hair on his well-developed arms, the 
rock-hardness of his buttocks and thighs beneath his tight, faded jeans. 

Ray had the kind of body that had always turned her on, as long as she could 
remember, even in high school. She closed her eyes, remembering, almost able 
to smell oil and leather jackets, hear the sound of young, raucous male 
voices joking about the merits of their cars and their mamas, and taste the 
tartness of the cheap red wine they passed around as they raced back from 
the New York State border, where the bartenders were more understanding than 
in Piney Hills, Vermont. 

The thought of her old home town caused Tina's face to tighten in an angry 
frown. Piney Hills, she mouthed silently, spitting the word with bitterness 
and contempt. Population 2,647 and all of them bastards. 

The thought brought her back to the present. Even the thick, sweet smoke 
that filled her lungs and sent languorous, teasing sensations through her 
curvaceous five-foot-three-inch frame could not prevent her from pushing her 
petal-like lips into a small pout of impatience. She'd vowed she'd never go 
back until she was successful enough to spit in the eye of all the people 
who had made her teenage years so miserable, and it had taken nearly four 
years to feel she was ready. Ray had reluctantly agreed to a trip this 
weekend, and she was anxious for the filming to be over so they could pack. 

From the other side of the room, Ray had completed his inspection of the 
scenic arrangements and turned his attention to Tina herself. With a cool, 
appraising air, he looked her over from top to toe. Then he strode quickly 
across the Utter-strewn loft, leaned over the cushions on one side and 
rearranged her hair so that the rosy aureoles that tipped her full, round 
breasts were more fully exposed. Absorbed as he was in his work, he couldn't 
resist bending down to give each of the distended nipples a playful bite. 
Immediately the pink tips hardened and came erect. 

"Baby, you've got talent," he grinned down at her. "You ready to start?" 

"Lover, you know I'm always ready to start," his wife purred throatily from 
the pillows. 

"Okay," Ray said, taking the joint out of her long, tapering fingers. "Give 
me a little action rolling around on the pillows before you start. In fact," 
he said, with a flash of inspiration, "why don't you begin lying on your 
stomach, and then slowly turn over, as if you'd just woken up." 

"Anything you say, lover, only let's get started. We've still gotta pack." 

"Sweetheart!" her husband teased in mock surprise, "You know you can't hurry 
art." 

While Tina adjusted her position, Ray walked over to the stereo and put a 
record on the turntable, then picked up his camera and positioned himself at 
the edge of the sheepskin, so that he could get the entire panorama in the 
opening shot. 

"Let the music go for about half a minute, and then start moving," he 
instructed. 

Tina nodded, and a second later, the sound of drums and strange, hypnotic 
chanting began. 

Ray panned the camera down his wife's smooth, sloping back, over the curves 
of her bikini-clad buttocks, and down her tawny, tapering legs. Finally, he 
stepped back to take in her entire body. 

Tina, the beat established in her drug-heightened consciousness, went into 
action. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked directly and dewily into the 
camera. 

Moving like a cat, Ray zoomed in for a close-up on her expressive, aquiline 
features, looking for all the world as if she'd just emerged from a 
delicious slumber. The camera then followed her every movement, as she 
slowly unwound her arms from their position under her head and, with feigned 
lassitude, turned deliberately over on her back and stretched like a cat. 
Her eyes closed, she lowered her hands to the sides of her breasts, just 
under her arms, and moved them sensuously down her body, outlining the 
indentation of her tiny waist, the luxurious flare of her full, sculptured 
hips, and the satiny expanse of her abdomen and stomach. Fanning out to the 
sides again, she cupper her hands beneath the full ripe mounds of her 
breasts, squeezing them and pushing them upward, so that the nipples peeked 
out over her caressing fingers, which could barely contain their full 
swelling burden. 

Taking one nipple in each hand, she began to massage the tips between her 
thumb and forefinger, occasionally scraping one of her well-manicured nails 
over the surface, creating a tingling sensation that reached down into the 
pit of her stomach. 

Gradually she began to forget her impatience and enjoy her work, aroused by 
the steadily increasing beat of the drums, which were filling the entire 
room. Rather than being inhibited by the presence of the camera, moving 
around her and photographing her from every imaginable angle, she was 
stimulated by it. She'd always liked to attract attention. At a high school 
dance, she had electrified the gymnasium by making her entrance in a 
low-cut, red strapless gown, when all the other girls were wearing demure 
pastels. Even Sally, her only friend at Lincoln High, had looked wide-eyed. 
and shocked, and the other girls had stared daggers at her all evening while 
their dates practically fell over themselves in their eagerness to dance 
with her. 

What was Sally like now, she wondered. Her letter had said she and Bob 
Payton, her steady boyfriend throughout high school, were married now. Tina 
hadn't known him well, since he'd gone to a imagine boarding school in 
Massachusetts and was only home on holidays and occasional weekends, but she 
remembered that he was good-looking, in a clean-cut, Ivy League way, and 
very shy. 

Tina smiled at the memory, and began to play for the camera, smiling 
seductively, running the tip of her delicate pink tongue back and forth over 
her slightly parted lips, still massaging her full firm breasts with her 
hands. In an obscene parody of the sexual act, she moved her hips back and 
forth, spreading her legs slightly, while her eyes, never losing sight of 
Ray and his camera, radiated lewd invitation. 

On the other side of the camera, Ray watched appreciatively as his wife 
twisted and wriggled lewdly. Man, she's a natural, he thought, and her 
timing is outasite! From the first time he'd seen her, waiting tables in a 
sleazy joint in the West Village, he'd known she was quality. All she needed 
was a little polish and confidence, which Ray had cheerfully provided. In 
fact, she was his masterpiece. 

Under Ray's guidance, she had worked her way through massage parlors, 
body-painting studios, erotic dancing, live sex shows, and now films. With 
each new phase of her career she had found that she liked exposing herself, 
enjoyed feeling the lascivious eyes of a roomful of anonymous men on her 
body as she slowly, tauntingly, removed all her clothes and undulated 
obscenely for their pleasure. Sometimes, she felt that this was her mission 
in life, to give pleasure, to show the world that nothing was sacred or 
forbidden when you were truly free. 

Sometimes, it was true, the old anger and bitterness would overwhelm her, 
and she was contemptuous of her audience for the uptightness that led them 
to pay for the thrills they were too frightened to demand of then-wives and 
lovers. Then her eyes would narrow, and she would flaunt her enticingly 
half-naked body evc.i more outrageously, each seductive, taunting gesture 
aimed at driving them into a frenzy of frustration. 

Maybe if they were angry enough, she reasoned, they would go home and screw 
their wives unmercifully, all those tight-lipped bitches who thought they 
were superior because nobody had gotten into their pants until they were 
married; maybe she could inspire them to ram their big, hard cocks far up 
into the cunts of all the church-going hypocrites in all the Piney Hills of 
the world ... maybe they could ram themselves free of their guilt and 
hang-ups, the way Ray had done for her... 

As the music increased in intensity, Tina began to perform solely for Ray, 
to show him in no uncertain terms how well she had learned her lessons and 
how anything he wanted her to do was a small price to pay for what he had 
given her with his thick hard cock. 

She rolled over on her stomach again and, propping herself up on her hands, 
smiled playfully at him over her shoulder, arching her body to draw 
attention to the milk-white cheeks of her buttocks, dimly visible beneath 
the flimsy black panties. Raising herself onto her knees, her back still to 
the camera, she began to lower the panties over the gleaming white 
half-moons, a little at a time, until finally they were bunched in a thin, 
black line at the base of her buttocks. She wagged her nakedly exposed 
buttocks flirtatiously at the camera, then in one swift movement turned 
around and lowered herself into a sitting position, supported by the 
cushions. 

Without losing control of the camera, Ray lowered himself into a squat so 
that he could easily zoon in on the action, which he knew was about to begin 
in earnest. Christ, she's a hot little bitch! he thought. His own penis was 
beginning to strain desperately against the thin material of his tight denim 
pants, despite his efforts to remain strictly professional. Baby, do your 
thing, he muttered silently. 

Sensing her husband's excitement, Tina redoubled her efforts. Moaning a 
little, she tossed her head from side to side, and inserting her thumbs in 
the elastic waistband of her already half-dropped panties, arched her body 
upwards slightly and lowered them slowly over the smooth curves of her hips. 
Inch by inch, the copper-colored strands of her softly curling pubic hair 
came into view, a mysterious triangle nestled just above the joining of her 
thighs. Keeping her legs as tightly closed as she could, Tina inched the 
panties down over her knees and finally kicked them aside with her suede 
boots. 

With trembling fingers, she widely separated her thighs, exposing to the 
camera the moistening folds of her pussy lips, rimmed with soft tendrils of 
hair. Her fingers found her own wet pink slit, and as soon as she touched 
it, a feeling like an electric shock coursed through her entire body. 
Forgotten was her husband Ray, forgotten was her impatience to be finished 
with the film. All she was conscious of was the delicious feeling up between 
her legs, created by her own expert finger-fucking. She flailed back on the 
pillows, her wavy mane of auburn hair flying in every direction as she 
moaned and twisted with abandon. This was what she lived for! 

Watch me, lover, she thought, watch me show you my tight pink pussy! She 
drew her knees up as far as she could, reached under her thighs, and 
separated the fleshy outer lips with her hands. 

Ray found it difficult to keep his mind on his work, confronted with the 
view of her lewdly splayed legs. The only thing that kept him from flinging 
the camera away and diving headfirst into her invitingly hair-lined pussy 
was the realization that he had to have the film to the developer's that 
evening at the latest. Keep cool, man, he counseled himself, as he strained 
to capture every movement of her obscenely exposed cuntal slit, you ll get 
yours later. 

Tina now began to rub her middle finger lewdly back and forth over her 
clitoris, which was now erect and throbbing, increasing her tempo to match 
the eerie music, which had now reached an insane crescendo of wailing horns 
and beating drums. Excited by the music and drugs, she shifted her hand so 
that she could feel the middle finger of one hand deep inside her moistly 
seeping cuntal passage while with her other, she continued to massage her 
hotly palpitating clitoris. Little rippling sensations radiated deep inside 
her with each stroke of her salaciously probing fingers. Her vaginal walls 
began to expand and contract, clutching at her lewdly exploring middle 
fingers, until she thought she couldn't bear it anymore. BUT SHE COULD BEAR 
IT, SHE KNEW SHE COULD, KNEW THAT THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTED, TO STICK 
HER FINGERS FAR UP INTO HER HOT LITTLE PUSSY AND EXPOSE HERSELF TOTALLY 
BEFORE THE MERCILESS EYE OF THE CAMERA WIELDED BY HER SEXY, DARK-haired 
HUSBAND!! 

The thought of the camera drove the sensuous redhead into a frenzy, and she 
turned and twisted her middle finger mercilessly inside her furiously 
throbbing pussy. Her already tormented slit was the source of what seemed 
like unbearable heat, so she spread the moisture emanating from her hotly 
clasping vagina upwards over the pulsating organ, her moans growing more and 
more uncontrolled. 

Drops of perspiration appeared on her forehead and on her long, quivering 
thighs, as her middle finger moved faster and faster, almost against her 
will, in and out of her hungrily straining pussy. 

"Mmmmmmm," Tina moaned, closing her eyes, almost unconscious of everything 
but the force of her body's ungovernable fury. Her hips began to thrust 
lewdly upwards in erratic, uncontrollable spasms. She twisted her pelvis 
obscenely toward the camera, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, 
and raising her knees against her excitedly heaving breasts. 

Tina was out of control now, oblivious to her surroundings, as she flailed 
her head on the pillows wildly, sending her auburn hair flying around her in 
a tangle of angry copper strands. Her lust-driven fingers spread wide her 
distended pussy lips, revealing drops of steaming vaginal juices that were 
beginning to seep out of her exposed slit, and run in little streaks 
downward to the tightly puckered hole of her barely visible anus. 

Feeling the approaching orgasm, she wished she could hold it off and remain 
lost forever in the violent prolonged ecstasy that pervaded her entire naked 
body. But her hands could not control their frantic clutchings at her 
feverishly throbbing young cunt, and the spasms entirely overtook her. 

She was cumming!! Her desperately straining pussy contracted violently and 
her insides seemed on fire with thick waves of warm, molten liquid. Her head 
was flung back on the pillows, and her face contorted in a grimace of 
ecstasy. Everything in her seemed to be straining downward and nakedly open, 
and behind her eyes, she could see a great blazing light, radiating outward 
in concentric circles of flaming color. And she was there! 

Her whole body and mind were concentrated on the convulsions rippling wildly 
through her insides. Her mental constraints, minimal at best, were falling 
away and she was consumed with a feeling of soaring, all-enveloping freedom. 
It was like screaming down a back country road at two on a Saturday morning, 
the accelerator pressed to the floor, with the wind whipping through her 
hair. 

For a moment, the sensuous redhead almost lost consciousness, as tidal waves 
of release washed over her, and she allowed herself to drift on the inner 
ocean of white, receding pleasure. Her breathing, just a moment before 
wrenched from her in short, tortured gasps, subsided to a smooth gentle 
rhythm. Her hands trembled and fluttered away from her aching pussy lips, 
still palpitating hotly from their exertions. Slowly she opened her eyes. 
The pupils were dilated, and she looked almost like a child waking from a 
nap. She smiled slightly at the camera, licking the perspiration from her 
upper lip with the tip of her tiny pink tongue. Then as the pounding jungle 
music from the stereo subsided, Tina stretched like a cat, and fell back on 
the pillows as if asleep. 

"Beautiful, baby," her husband called exultantly as he put down his camera. 
"Wrap it up!" 

* * * 

In her attractive, colonial home in Piney Hills, Vermont, some three hours 
distant, Sally Payton was also hard at work. On her hands and knees, she was 
vigorously polishing to a high gloss the antique blue-and-white tiles of the 
kitchen floor. A glance at the clock told her she didn't have much time if 
she was going to get the chicken stuffed and take a shower before Bob came 
home from the office. 

Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied back in a bright blue kerchief, 
which made her azure eyes seem an even deeper shade than usual. Since her 
marriage a little over six months earlier, her slim twenty-year-old figure 
had gotten fuller. Though still slender, the skimpy halter top she wore to 
clean house could barely contain the uptilted roundness of her firm young 
breasts. 

Giving one last swipe to the floor, Sally sat back on her heels, wiped her 
hands on her soiled, tight shorts, and breathed a sigh of relief. Every 
muscle of her five-foot-seven-inch frame seemed to ache. Remembering how 
late it was, she pushed herself to her feet, revealing a pair of long, 
shapely legs. The bird still wasn't thawed. 

Damn! Well, she might as well take in the last of the laundry. Slipping a 
demure blouse over the revealing halter top, she picked up a large wicker 
basket from the alcove by the kitchen door, and went outside. 

In the spacious, tree-speckled back yard of their rambling old home, Sally 
paused for an instant to savor the flower-scented air. The slanting rays of 
the warm September sun had washed the peaceful lawn and hedges with a pink 
and golden glow. She supposed it was silly of her to spend a day like this 
hanging clothes out on the line, particularly when there was a barely used 
clothes dryer in the basement, and to wax the kitchen floor by hand when Bob 
would cheerfully have gotten her an electric waxer. But she actually enjoyed 
all the little tasks of housekeeping. They reminded her of her childhood, 
when she could come home from school to the smell of pies baking in the 
kitchen, and fall asleep at night on crisp, fresh sheets. 

"I guess I'm just an old-fashioned girl," she would smile, when her friends 
urged her to take advantage of more modern conveniences. 

Besides, Tina was arriving tomorrow, and she wanted the old, converted 
farmhouse, in which they had spent so many happy hours as children, to look 
its best. So she had spent the past two days, ever since Tina's wire had 
arrived, hanging curtains and washing floors, as well as a dozen other 
things that she hoped would revive happy memories for her old friend. 

Tina had been a frequent visitor to the house, particularly after her mother 
had died when the girls were only six years old. Sally's father, a teacher 
at the elementary school, had taken an early interest in the bright-eyed, 
pretty red-haired child, and both Sally's parents had tried to make Tina 
welcome in their home, hoping that contact with a real family would make up 
for the lack of a secure home life of her own. The two girls had become very 
close, and once, on one of the frequent weekends Tina spent with Sally, they 
made a pact of eternal friendship. 

The memory of the pact caused Sally to flush with embarrassment. It had been 
Tina's idea, and Sally had gone along with it against her better judgment, 
as she usually did with Tina's schemes. 

* * * 

It was just about this time of year, she remembered because there was a 
slight chill of autumn in the air. The girls, both twelve years old, had put 
on their nightgowns and had a noisy, boisterous pillow fight in Sally's 
bedroom, broken up by her mother reminding them gently that there was school 
tomorrow. 

"I've got an idea," Tina had said suddenly after they had quieted down. "You 
know how we've been talking about a ceremony to seal our friendship forever 
and ever?" 

"Yes," said Sally, curling her feet up under the hem of her ruffled flannel 
nightgown. "Have you thought of one? 

"I think so," Tina had replied, unbraiding her pigtails in front of the 
mirror. 

"What is it?" 

"Well ... " Tina bounced across the room and perched on the foot of the bed. 
"First we have to take off all our clothes." 

"Take off our clothes?" Sally couldn't believe her ears. "Why?" 

"For the pact, silly. It has to be something special and secret and 
dangerous, right?" 

"I ... I suppose so." Sally was a little doubtful. "What do we do then?" 

Tina lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Then, we'll touch each 
other's titties and we'll recite the vow you wrote. " 

Sally's eyes grew wide with shock at her friend's plan. 

"Tina! We can't do that! It's ... " Sally searched for words. "It's wrong!" 

Tina turned her back in an angry sulk. "Well, all right. If you don't want 
to be friends forever...." 

"Oh, I do, it's not that, it's just that ... well ... couldn't we do 
something else instead?" 

"No!" Tina spat. "It has to be something really secret and dangerous, and if 
you're too scared, we just won't do anything at all. " 

"Oh, all right," Sally finally agreed. "But we have to turn out the lights. 
" 

In the darkened room, Sally had begun to remove her night clothes. She felt 
little tingles of excitement at the touch of the cool night air on her skin. 
She never took off all her clothes except to take a bath, and even then, 
nobody ever saw her except Mommy. 

Finally she was completely nude. She was so embarrassed she could hardly 
bring herself to look up. She was sure that what they were doing was 
terribly wrong, but she wasn't quite sure why. At the same time, she felt a 
strange excitement she had never known before. It gave her butterflies in 
her tummy. It was scary, but it was nice too. 

On the other side of the bed, Tina had already shed her nightgown and 
panties. Sally was amazed at how much older her friend looked in the light 
cast by the full moon outside the window. Her own breasts were only tiny 
buds compared to the firm young mounds on Tina's body. Stealing a shy glance 
at her friend, Sally could even make out what looked like a dark shadow down 
there, a marked contrast to the few delicate strands of blonde hair which 
had only recently appeared on herself. 

In silence, the two girls moved to the center of the room. 

"Shall I do it first, or you?" Tina whispered. 

"You," Sally replied, shivering a little against the cold. 

Tina reached out and slowly put her hands on Sally's tiny breasts. Sally 
felt a little shock go through her at the touch of someone's hands in such a 
strange place. It gave her goose pimples all over. Despite the chill, there 
was something oddly pleasant about it. Her heart began to beat faster. 

"I, Tina Cooper, swear eternal friendship with you Sally Pay ton..." 

Sally hardly heard her friend's whispered words, so absorbed was she in new, 
exciting sensations. Her legs were trembling, and there were funny feelings 
down there between her legs. Instinctively she squeezed her soft, young 
thighs together. She had never felt like this before in her entire life. 

"...and I swear I will never reveal this pact to anyone as long as I live, 
cross my heart and hope to die." 

As Tina removed her hands from Sally's breasts, the little blonde girl 
looked down at herself and was puzzled to see that her nipples were all hard 
and standing out in points. "Now, you," Tina whispered. Sally's stomach 
seemed to do a flip, and she felt a tingling in her belly and down there as 
she shyly reached out towards her red-haired friend. Her fingers touched the 
satiny surface of Tina's soft and gleaming young breasts, and she was amazed 
to feel them respond to her light touch. How nice they felt, she thought. 
She almost forgot her anxiety and the cold in her innocent curiosity about 
the mysteries of her friend's body. 

Still, something in her mind was screaming that what they were doing was not 
right, and Sally had a hard time finding her voice to complete the vow. She 
was sure Mommy and Daddy wouldn't approve if they knew what was happening 
downstairs. Finally it was over, and Sally had fallen asleep amid confused 
feelings of guilt and pleasure. 

* * * 

The memory still filled her with an obscure sense of shame, and Sally gave 
herself a little shake as she replaced the last clothespin in the gingham 
bag she kept on the clothesline. It was foolish to get upset about a silly, 
childish incident that had taken place so long ago. Neither of them had 
known any better, that was all. Besides, she had more important things to 
think about. 

Resolutely, Sally lifted the now heavy wicker basket onto one hip and 
hurried back into the kitchen. The chicken was still hard. 

"I guess I'd better take my shower first and put the roast in after I'm 
through," she said aloud. She was anxious to have a nice dinner for Bob 
tonight, as he had had to work late three nights this week at his father's 
real estate firm. She wanted them to have a quiet evening together before 
their guests arrived. It seemed they hardly spent any time together any 
more. 

She was about to start up the back stairs to the second floor when she 
remembered that she hadn't yet checked the afternoon mail. Moving quickly, 
she made her way through the large, oak-beamed living room to the front 
hall. Several pieces of mail were on the floor beneath the mail slot ... ads 
from the supermarket, the weekly edition of the Piney Hill Clarion, and... 

Sally felt her lips tighten in disapproval at the sight of the final item. 
The current issue of Modem Man, a sleek men's magazine, to which Bob, for 
some incomprehensible reason, had taken a subscription. Sally had been 
shocked the first time she'd leafed through its pages. The cartoons were bad 
enough, but when she had innocently opened the foldout section in the center 
of the magazine, her mouth had fallen open in amazement. She couldn't 
believe that her shy, sandy-haired husband would stoop so low as to look at 
such filth. 

But Bob didn't seem to understand her objections. "Honey, what are you 
getting so upset about? Men's magazines always run pictures of pretty girls. 
Sex is what makes the would go round, or haven't you heard," he laughed, 
leaning over the back of the couch and nuzzling the back of her neck. 

"Pretty girls, indeed," Sally had retorted, pulling away from him with an 
angry toss of her head. "This isn't 'pretty,' it's disgusting!" 

"Honey, it's the biggest-selling men's magazine in the country!" 

"I don't believe it! I don't believe that millions of decent men allow this 
kind of filth to be brought into their homes!" 

"Sally, you're being ridiculous. Besides, I only buy it for the movie 
reviews and the sports articles anyway. See?" 

"I am not being ridiculous! Bob, I want you to write a letter to the editor 
canceling your subscription, right now!" 

"I'll do no such thing! Sally, for Christ's sake, don't you think you're 
being a little prudish?" 

"Bob, your language!" 

Despite her pleas, Bob remained adamant, and the magazine had become 
something they just didn't talk about. 

A troubled frown wrinkled Sally's ordinarily serene forehead as she walked 
up the stairs, having dropped the offensive book on the hall table. Maybe 
she was too prudish, just as Bob said. Certainly something seemed to be 
wrong with their marriage. Lately they just didn't seem to have anything to 
say to each other, and Bob seemed to spend more and more time on evenings 
and weekends at the office or off by himself. 

Slipping out of her clothes in the bathroom adjoining their spacious, sunny 
bedroom, Sally suddenly felt very tired. She had tried to be a good wife. 
All she had ever wanted was to spend her life with Bob here in Piney Hills, 
making a home for him that he could be proud of. But lately it seemed that 
he was terribly critical of her. 

Her eye was caught by her own reflection in the full-length mirror on the 
back of the door. She was still a little embarrassed at the enticing 
firmness of her full sloping breasts, which seemed to get bigger every day. 
She even had to be careful when she walked to keep her hips from swaying too 
provocatively. Why even Bob made suggestive remarks to her sometimes, and 
his glance often rested over-long on the opulent roundness of her buttocks 
underneath her clothes. 

"No, it's not all my fault," Sally thought angrily, as she stepped into thy 
steaming bath. "Bob's changed. He's not considerate anymore. Not like he was 
before we were married. He always used to be a perfect gentleman, and 
now..." 

Reaching for the sponge and soap, she began to lather her aching body, 
kneading the sore muscles of her shoulders and arms. Bob seemed to have 
become somehow coarse, and vulgar in the past few months. It wasn't just the 
magazine, though that was bad enough. His caresses, so tender and strong in 
the early days of their marriage, had become rougher, more demanding. Sally 
had sometimes been shocked recently by his ... animality. It was true, she 
admitted to herself, that sometimes she was too tired at night to be as 
loving a wife as she might have been. But even on those occasions she might 
have responded if Bob had been more loving. He seemed to want to reduce the 
most beautiful, mysterious thing in their lives to a low, degrading act of 
lust. Why, he had even hinted, used words sometimes, in the heat of 
lovemaking, that no decent person would even admit they knew, much less 
utter. 

Well, perhaps she could talk to Tina about it. They had shared so many 
secrets when they were children and now that Tina was married herself. Maybe 
she would have some advice. 

The thought soothed her, and she was just beginning to relax into the 
luxuriant warmth of the water, when she was interrupted by the sharp ring of 
the telephone. 

"Oh, no," she moaned, pushing herself hurriedly out of the tub and wrapping 
herself in a towel. The phone company still hadn't gotten around to 
installing their bedroom extension, and she had to race downstairs to the 
kitchen, dripping water all over the floor as she did so. 

"Hi, honey," her husband's voice sounded harried at the other end of the 
phone. "I just called to tell you I'm going to be late again tonight. I have 
to go out to the Carter place with a prospective buyer." 

"Oh, Bob, not again!" Sally could hardly conceal the annoyance in her voice. 
"Can't somebody else do it?" 

"Sorry, honey, it's a very important deal, and Dad wants me to try and close 
it tonight." 

"Oh, Bob, you know how I hate late dinners..." 

"Sally, it can't be helped." Bob was beginning to sound irritated. "I don't 
work late because I like it." 

"All right," she sighed. "What time will you be home?" 

"Probably around eight. Try to have dinner ready right away, 'cause I'm 
already starved. Gotta run. See you later." 

Before Sally could even say goodbye, the line was dead. "Yes sir!" she 
fumed, slamming the receiver back into place. Then she let out a long wail 
when she noticed the damage to her nice, clean floor. 

"Why do I bother trying to keep a nice house for you, Mr. Payton," she spat. 
"You don't even care enough about it to come home on time!" 

Her anger at her husband seemed to explode as she wiped up the puddles of 
water. She simply wasn't going to stand for this any longer. She 
straightened up and threw the soggy, crumpled wad of paper towels into the 
garbage, and stormed into the living room, hardly aware of what she was 
doing. The gracious colonial furnishings, the view of the quiet, tree-lined 
street, usually so soothing and pleasant, did not calm her. You do too work 
late because you like it, she thought tearfully. You'd rather be anywhere 
else in the world than here. 

Her face streaked with angry tears, she started to go up the front stairs to 
finish her bath. As she passed the hall table, she accidentally knocked off 
the copy of Modern Man. 

Her eyes narrowed as she retrieved it from the floor. "This is all you're 
interested in, Bob Payton. That real estate firm and disgusting, sleazy 
girlie magazines!! ! " 

In a sudden burst of strength, she ripped the magazine in two and flung it 
across the room. It landed in a disordered pile on the floor next to the 
fireplace. Sobbing, Sally ran up the stairs to her bedroom, threw herself on 
the bed, and cried until, her head throbbing with a sudden headache and the 
strain of a day's housework, she fell into a troubled sleep. 

* * * 

Back in Manhattan, Ray and Tina were busily packing for their trip to Piney 
Hill. The shooting had ended earlier than they expected, and Tina, 
exhilarated by her afternoon's labors, suddenly had an idea. 

"Hey, lover," she purred, slipping into her husband's arms and nibbling 
lightly on his earlobe. "Why don't we drop some speed and drive up to Piney 
Hills tonight? 

"Tonight?" Ray protested. "Two days with those creeps in Piney Hills isn't 
enough, you wanna go tonight?" 

"Baby," Tina pouted, twining the dark tendrils of hair at the nape of his 
neck around her pearl-tipped fingers. "They aren't creeps, they're my oldest 
and dearest friends, and beside, you could get out early tomorrow and take 
pictures. It's fantastic this time of year!" 

Ray was weakening as he felt the curves of her soft, thinly clad body nestle 
against him from top to toe. Cupping his hands around her firm, sloping 
buttocks and pulling her closer, he replied, "Only if we stop at a motel 
before we get to Kingston!" 

Tina broke into a sunny smile. "I know just the one." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Well, Bob, those terms seem satisfactory to me, and if you'll have the 
papers drawn up and send them to my office, I think we can wrap this up 
right away." 

"Thank you, Mr. Baxter," Bob replied, beginning to put away the papers piled 
on the table of the dimly-lit cocktail lounge. "I'm sure Dad will be 
pleased." 

"Have another drink?" Mr. Baxter urged, motioning for the waitress. 

"No, thank you sir. I'm already late for dinner, and well, you know how 
wives are about dinners." The older man had already ordered Bob more refills 
than he wanted, and he knew he'd have to drive carefully. 

"Well, give my regards to your wife. It's a pleasure to see a couple as 
happily married as you two are. A credit to the community." 

"And my best to Mrs. Baxter, sir," said Bob, shaking hands. "I'll send those 
papers out first thing Monday morning." 

Inside his shiny white Oldsmobile, Bob caught a glimpse of himself in the 
rearview mirror as he switched on the ignition. Brushing a lock of his 
unruly sandy hair off his forehead, he noted that his eyes were drawn, and 
that he looked as tired as he felt. Well, a hot bath and some dinner would 
take care of that, he thought, easing the big car out into the stream of 
traffic on Main Street. 

He hoped Sally would be in a good mood when he got home. He didn't like 
confronting his wife in a snit after three long hours of smiling politely at 
old Mr. Baxter and listening to him laud the "good old days" in Piney Hill. 

"Damn it, watch where you're going!" he muttered as he had to slam on the 
brakes to avoid being cut off by a car that swerved out from a side street. 

He knew what he really needed when he got home ... a nice long massage, like 
the ones Sally used to give him after a long hard day. Hadn't gotten much of 
that lately. He frowned a little hunching his lean, athletic body over the 
steering wheel. There were a lot of things he hadn't gotten much of lately, 
he thought ruefully. Sally seemed to find it a terrible chore to even touch 
him these days. 

The thought of his wife's coldness did nothing to improve Bob's state of 
mind. It had been weeks since they had made love. She was always too tired, 
it seemed, or angry at him for some petty oversight, or just plain so 
uninviting that it didn't seem worth the effort. 

He'd known that she was a "good girl," and he'd respected her for it. It had 
made him proud to go out with Sally and know that nobody could say anything 
but complimentary things about her. Her statuesque good looks and always 
perfectly lady-like behavior had been among the qualities that had led him 
to choose her for his wife. She had a certain air or reserve that commanded 
respect. 

But he hadn't expected that her reserve would extend to the bedroom, at 
least not for so long. He had assumed that with time and understanding, she 
would open herself to him. After all, she had responded passionately to his 
kisses before they were married, although she had always prevented him from 
going farther than she considered proper with a firm but gentle, "No, Bob." 
At first, he'd found it a challenge to get at what he was sure lurked 
beneath her demure, lady-like exterior. But after six months as she lay like 
a log beneath him, on those occasions when she actually let him take her, he 
was beginning to wonder if there was anything there at all. She rarely let 
him know, by word or gesture, whether she enjoyed his embraces. She just 
closed her eyes and let him "have his way with her." And heaven forbid he 
should say a word while they were making love. Once he had made the mistake 
of praising her charms too explicitly, and she had been upset for days. He 
hadn't expected that she would be transformed overnight into a wanton nymph, 
but Jesus, did she have to make him feel like some depraved beast every time 
he expressed normal male reactions? 

What I'd really like to come home to, he admitted to himself, is a good, 
raunchy fuck. But he was sure there wasn't a chance. Under the best of 
circumstances, Sally would have been horrified beyond belief if he suggested 
having dessert before dinner, so to speak, and with guests arriving for the 
weekend, he was sure she'd be semi-hysterical with preparations. 

The thought of the weekend distracted Bob from his musings about his wife. 
Now Tina, there was a hot little number. He remembered two things about her 
clearly; one, that she had been a ravishingly beautiful redhead, and two, 
that she was definitely not a good girl. Sally, of course, refused to 
believe the stories that circulated about her best friend, and Bob had not 
burdened her with the knowledge that they were true. But guys talked and 
Tina's name came up often in late night bull sessions. 

In fact, he'd always suspected that if Sally weren't her best friend, Tina's 
interest in him would have been less casual. The way she teased him 
sometimes when the three of them were together. It had embarrassed him then, 
and he would blush and become tongue-tied. Once, after she had made some 
joke that had shocked him, Tina had playfully reached over and grabbed his 
hair, and giving his head a little shake that seemed almost like a caress, 
had said, "Are you really as good as you seem, Bob? I'd love to know." 

Bob felt his cock stiffen and was suddenly achingly aware again of how long 
it had been since he'd been able to sink it deep into something warm and 
soft and female, and feel the viscous heat of his semen exploding into a 
body that knew how to please a stiff hard rod. He was disturbed and suddenly 
guilty, realizing that it was his thoughts of Tina and not of his innocent 
blonde wife that had inspired his sudden reaction. Christ!! ! Marriage to 
Sally was making him feel like a sex fiend! 

He was still feeling the effects of the evening's liquor as he pulled into 
the driveway of their home. Stepping out of the car, it seemed that there 
was something unusual about the house, although he couldn't place what it 
was. Then he noticed that the windows were completely dark, upstairs and 
down, although it was already past eight. What could be wrong? Had something 
happened to Sally? 

He fumbled getting his key into the old-fashioned lock on the front door. 
"Sally?" he called anxiously from the darkened entrance hall. Switching on 
the light, he called again, beginning to be alarmed. "Sally?" 

Silence. No smells of dinner preparing in the kitchen, no sign of life 
anywhere. Then he heard the sounds of someone stirring in the bedroom. "Bob? 
Is that you? What time is it?" 

"It's 8:30. What the hell's happening? Are you all right?" 

Sally thought frantically trying to collect herself in the bedroom above. 
Her face in the mirror was swollen from her tempestuous sobbing a few hours 
earlier, her hair was a mess, and there was no dinner on the table. Oh how 
could she have done this? 

"I'm all right ... yes," she called, tying her blue velour robe around her 
still naked body. "I . . .just fell asleep." 

Making her way down the back stairs into the kitchen, Sally was stricken 
with remorse at the sight of her young husband, so tired and hungry. How 
could she have been so thoughtless? 

"Oh ... oh Bob, I'm so sorry ... I fell asleep right after you called. I 
haven't done a thing about dinner." 

So relieved was Bob to find her safe and sound that he couldn't really bring 
himself to be angry, although his stomach was growling hungrily. She looked 
so vulnerable in her robe, her eyes still clouded with sleep. In a way, it 
was a relief to find some sign of human imperfection in her. 

"It's okay," he smiled wearily, pulling her to him and kissing her softly on 
the cheek. Her body felt warm and yielding beneath the pile of her robe and 
he held her tighter. "Mmmmmm, you smell good," he murmured into her hair, 
feeling his cock begin to throb inside his pants. 

He could feel her body stiffen under his touch. She pulled away from him 
abruptly and began puttering around the kitchen. 

"Why don't you go take a nice, hot shower, while I put something together 
quickly for dinner," she suggested. 

"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea," he replied tightly, looking defeatedly at 
her retreating back. On his way into the living room he called, "Anything in 
the mail today?" 

Sally's heart stopped as she remembered the copy of Modern Man. Where had 
she put it? Before she could answer, Bob's voice from the living room told 
her he had found it. 

"Hey! What happened to this?" he demanded, striding back into the kitchen 
with the torn pieces of the magazine clutched accusingly in his fist, his 
clear eyes clouded with anger. 

Sally looked guiltily at the pile of glossy pages, and didn't know what to 
say. How could she explain how upset she'd been and make him understand she 
was sorry? 

"I'll buy you a new one. Oh Bob, I didn't mean it ... I was just so upset 
when you called and I knocked it off the table and I guess I. . . " 

"You had a little temper tantrum and ripped it up! Right? Right?" Bob was 
more angry than she'd ever seen him, and he shook the magazine angrily at 
her as he spoke. 

"I'm sorry, Bob..." 

"You're always sorry," Bob fumed, slamming the tattered magazine down on the 
table and opening the liquor cabinet. "You're sorry about dinner, you're 
sorry about the magazine, you're sorry you're too tired to fuck! Well, I'm 
sorry too," he mimicked her sarcastically as he poured himself a stiff 
drink. 

Sally's lips tightened in disapproval. He knew how she felt about that 
magazine, and he knew that foul language upset her, but he just didn't seem 
to care. And he was drinking again, even though he already reeked of 
alcohol. 

"Bob," she reproved him, seeing him bolt down the Scotch. "Don't you think 
you've had enough?" 

He felt as thought he was going to explode. "NO!" he shouted defiantly, 
glaring at her. "No, I don't think I've had enough. I haven't had enough of 
anything!" He deliberately poured himself another drink. The liquor went to 
his head immediately and he had to steady himself against the counter to 
fend a sudden wave of dizziness. 

Through a liquor-induced haze, he watched his wife puttering nervously 
around the kitchen. 

His blurred vision softened the outlines of her rigid tense body. Her 
hurried movements flicked open the front of her robe, and he caught glimpses 
of her firm inner thigh above the tapering curve of her lower leg. Damn, she 
was lucious, he thought, feeling a surge of excitement in his loins. He 
wanted to fuck her, fuck her senseless, to make up for all her refusals, for 
her uptightness, for her grim air of propriety and 
don't-touch-no-see-through nightgowns and her smug moral superiority. 

"Comere," he muttered thickly, lurching toward her across the kitchen. 

Sally was startled at the sight of her husband staggering towards her. "Bob? 
What are you doing? Don't you come near me! Bob!" 

"I'm gonna exercise my mareral rights," Bob slurred, stalking her around the 
table. 

How dare he! Sally thought, outraged. How dare he approach her drunkenly 
like this, stinking of liquor. 

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!! ! " she screamed, trying to escape around the table. 
Bob caught her wrist and wrenched it painfully, his face contorted in an 
angry grimace. Pinning her against the wall, he pressed himself against her, 
obscenely, twisting his cock against her thighs. 

"Baby, it's time you realized I can touch you anytime, anywhere I want. I've 
got a contract!" 

"You're disgusting!" Sally snarled at him, and taking advantage of a 
momentary loss of balance on his part, she raced up the stairs toward the 
bedroom, hoping she could lock the door before her husband could overtake 
her. 

"Why you little bitch!" he roared, bounding up the stairs two at a time. 
"I'll teach you..." He reached the bedroom door only a second after she did, 
and flung it open, knocking her halfway across the room as he did so. 
"You're a tight-assed little bitch, you know that?" 

"Don't you use that kind of language to me, Bob Payton," Sally retorted, 
backing away from him. 

"SHADDUP!" Bob bellowed and with one angry gesture he reached out and yanked 
the robe down over her shoulders exposing her naked breasts to his eyes. He 
stared lewdly, insultingly, at the full, ripely swelling mounds. 
Deliberately, he reached out his hands and began to fondle and squeeze them, 
enjoying the look of terror and disbelief in his wife's eyes. 

Sally couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. This couldn't be her 
husband, her own Bob, running his hands over her defenseless flesh so 
cruelly, so impersonally. 

"Damn it, I don't think I've ever seen you standing up stark naked in a 
bright light. Well, we'll have to remedy that right now." 

"Bob, please," Sally murmured pitifully, overwhelmed with shame and 
embarrassment. 

But her husband was deaf to her pleas. He was tired of being put off, tired 
of her prim disapproval. With one swift gesture, he untied the belt of her 
robe, causing it to fall on the floor in a heap around her ankles. She was 
now completely naked and vulnerable, and the sight of her golden body, which 
had resisted him for so long, only inflamed him the more. She was cowering 
against the wall trying futilely to cover her nakedness with her hands, 
hoping against hope that her husband would come to his senses and stop 
trying to humiliate and hurt her. But Bob was not to be stopped. 

She deserves this, he thought drunkenly, although despite the liquor, he 
felt amazingly lucid. His cock was achingly erect, and he was determined 
that she was not going to evade him now. He began to advance toward her 
again, and despite her fear and revulsion, Sally could not help noticing the 
thick bulge of his cock that was now visible beneath his dark woolen 
trousers. Her eyes were riveted to it in hypnotic fascination, and seeing 
her look, Bob quickly unzipped his fly. Immediately his stiff rod burst out 
of the confining cloth, looking angry and purple, the thick throbbing veins 
standing out in sharp relief. 

Sally gasped. She had never allowed herself to look at it fully before, and 
now, swollen and turgid, it seemed frightening, an instrument of torture, 
too large for her fragile body ever to absorb. 

"Like it?" Bob leered down at her, taking his massively swollen cock in both 
hands and stroking it lasciviously before her unbelieving eyes. Sally was 
terrified. What was he trying to do to her? Why was he subjecting her to 
this lewd display? She began to inch away from him along the wall, aiming 
for the safety of the bathroom. 

"Oh, no, you don't," Bob snarled, reaching out and grabbing her wrist in an 
iron grip which caused her to yelp with pain. Instinctively she tried to 
scratch his face with her long, manicured nails, but she missed and only 
left an angry welt on his shoulder. 

"Oh, you wanna play rough, is that it? Well, okay baby, that's fine with 
me." Still holding her wrist, he ripped off his belt with his other hand, 
and folding it in two, sent several well-aimed blows at her round, quivering 
buttocks, which caused her to cry out again. He flung her violently on the 
bed. She tried to scramble away from him to the other side, away from his 
anger and the brutal slaps which had turned her buttocks into a quivering 
mass of stinging pain. But Bob was too quick for her. Grabbing her wrist and 
twisting her arm behind her painfully, he smacked her a few more times. 

"Now, you just stay right there, baby, 'cause there's more where that came 
from." Terrified, Sally peered around at him as he stripped off his trousers 
and stood naked above her. She hardly dared to make a sound, so uncertain 
was she of what this seeming stranger would do to her next. She could not 
believe this was happening; it was like a lewd nightmare from which she must 
wake up soon. Surely it would soon be over. Perhaps if she simply submitted 
to his crude animal lust, she could hasten the culmination of the degrading 
act. 

But Bob was not to be hurried. Seeing his blonde wife submissive and 
whimpering increased his feelings of potency and strength, and a cruel glint 
came into his eyes. She'd treated him like dirt, and now he was going to 
make her pay for all her refusals. He had tried being gentle and where had 
it gotten him? Obviously he got better results by being rough! Well, so much 
the better! 

He reached down and with one hand forced his wife's legs apart, while with 
the other he began to massage his desire-hardened cock. Slowly and 
deliberately he ran his hand up her sensitive inner thigh until it reached 
the curly golden "vee" of her pubic hair. Sally made some movement to 
resist. Angered that she should still have thoughts of refusal, Bob grabbed 
her by the hair and pinned her head down on the bed. Then, without the 
slightest preliminary, he drove the middle finger of his other hand all the 
way up into her vagina until he could feel the hard nub of her cervix. 

"AAAGGGGHHHH!" Sally screamed in pain. 

Sally was horrified, but despite the pain, there was a strange excitement in 
the ugly degrading things her husband was forcing her to submit to. The 
stinging sensation in her buttocks had subsided into an almost pleasurable 
heat. The realization that in some subterranean part of her consciousness 
she was actually enjoying this depravity overwhelmed her with shame. Her own 
body was betraying her! No, no, she thought wildly, I mustn't. This is 
sinful, wrong, I must not enjoy it! 

His middle finger still locked in her brutally violated cuntal passage, 
which was contracting in a desperate effort to expel the unwanted intruder, 
Bob began to trace the narrow crevice of her anal crack with his thumb. 
Suddenly he was struck with a daring idea, which would make his wife's 
humiliation complete. Quickly he withdrew his hand from the vise-like grip 
of her pussy, and for an instant Sally thought he had come to his senses. 

But then she felt his hands on her hips turning her over, and knew that he 
was forcing her upwards into a kneeling position. Her head was almost 
crushed against the headboard and she had to support herself on her elbows, 
leaving her buttocks wagging lewdly and defenselessly in the air. With 
painful slowness, Bob spread apart the smooth vulnerable cheeks of her 
rounded ass, now colored bright pink where he had struck her with the belt. 
Sally desperately lurched forward, trying to escape his grasp, but he dug 
his fingers into her buttocks, his nails scraping the tender flesh, holding 
her in place. 

Sally began to sob softly. She wanted to scream, but she knew there were no 
other houses close enough to hear her. And even if there were, she would 
sooner have died than have anyone find out about the ugly scene taking place 
here in her own bedroom. She was absolutely helpless, Bob's to be used as he 
wished. It was her duty and he was her husband... 

Bob's prick gave an excited lurch as he saw for the first time ever the 
tight puckered lips of her anus nestled down between the full round 
half-moons of her buttocks. He sucked in his breath, as the tiny hole seemed 
to clench and contract in terror under his gaze, puckering itself tightly. 

He wanted to subjugate her now, hurt her and make her suffer for all her 
coldness to him. Teasingly, he began to probe her nether passage 
experimentally with his middle finger. He could feel Sally cringing under 
his humiliating touch, but the knowledge only inspired him to go farther. 
Pressuring her buttocks even farther apart, he bent down and let his tongue 
snake along the softly yielding nether crevice until it found its way to the 
exposed mouth of her rectal hole where he allowed it to dart teasingly, 
cruelly around and inside. 

"Ooooh God, help me," Sally groaned helplessly, as she felt her husband's 
hot wet tongue circling lewdly around back there, his lips sucking and 
biting at her ravaged buttocks. 

Then he was on his knees on the bed behind her, and Sally jerked 
uncontrollably as she felt the hot, throbbing length of his penis against 
her nakedly wide-spread ass-cheeks. She could feel the wetness of droplets 
of pre-cum on the tip of her husband's lust-enraged cock which was now 
obscenely exploring her anal crack, guided by his hands. He rubbed it lewdly 
up and down, groaning with pleasure, and Sally began to fear what he would 
do next. His prick was dangerously close to her nakedly entrapped anus, and 
in her defenseless position, there was nothing she could do to prevent its 
violent entry. 

Suddenly she felt her anal ring being stretched wider than she thought 
possible, and she realized with a shock that Bob was trying to force his 
blood-engorged rod up into her rectum. "Nooooo! Noooo-ooooo!" she screamed. 

"If you weren't such a tight-assed little bitch, it wouldn't hurt so much," 
he growled mercilessly, pulling her hips backwards while at the same time he 
fucked deeper up into his wife with his cock. 

"AAAIIIIEEEEE!" The rubbery head of his lust-driven cock had penetrated all 
the way beyond the tight outer ring of her virginal anus. Hot searing 
flashes of pain raced through her insides. Sally was sure that he would tear 
her apart. Never had she dreamed that men did such things to their wives, 
and she certainly had never expected it to happen to her! She sobbed 
miserably into the pillow, her face contorted in a wild grimace of pain and 
humiliation, but those few futile movements she was able to make toward 
escape only increased the searing, burning sensation in her rectum. Even 
more than the pain was the awareness that her own husband was forcing this 
inhuman, perverted act upon her, forcing her to submit like a slave or a 
whore to his savage animal lust. 

Ruthlessly Bob continued to force his huge blood-filled penis farther up 
into Sally's desperately straining back passage, grinding his hips lewdly 
back and forth until she was impaled to the hilt on his relentlessly driving 
cock. He paused to savor the tightness. She was moaning and sobbing beneath 
him now, all thoughts of escape gone. The only thing that mattered was 
putting to an end the excruciating pain which pervaded her entire body. 

Enjoying the spectacle of his frigid little wife being so cruelly ass-fucked 
like this, Bob reached around in front of her and separated her moist pink 
pussy lips, searching for the hard little bud of her clitoris. He began to 
massage it gently with his fingers, at the same time beginning a tantalizing 
in-and-out motion with his hips. Straining as he was for his own release, he 
wasn't going to let Sally go so easily. No, he was going to make her want 
what he was doing to her he was going to drive her crazy until she was 
begging him to fuck her harder. 

The touch of her husband's fingers on her cuntal lips and rigidly tender 
clitoris sent a shock through Sally's entire body. She could not hold still 
under the sharp intense tickling sensation that surged upwards from the 
excited fold of flesh. She could feel it in her belly, in the small of her 
back, and in the hard, pink points of her nipples that quivered at the apex 
of her lewdly swaying breasts. Her body exploded in an upheaval of movement 
in every direction, as though her mind had short-circuited, over-loaded with 
conflicting nerve-messages of pain and pleasure. She flailed her head wildly 
and clawed at the air, emitting little shrieks, desperately squirming her 
body, this way and that, seeking an escape from the taunting, tantalizing 
sensations that assaulted her from every direction. 

Every movement of her furiously gyrating pelvis ground Bob's penis farther 
and farther up into her cruelly ravished rectum. Bob could feel it 
spasmodically clutch and tighten around him. Sniggling to maintain his hold 
on his wife's raging, twisted body, he pumped steadily in and out, feeling 
his foreskin draw back almost to the breaking point with each forward 
thrust. He groaned low with excruciating pleasure. He twisted his hips from 
side to side, boring as deep as he could, spurred on by the agonized moans 
torn from his wife's lips with every lewd sodomizing lunge. 

Sally bucked and twisted until her body was too exhausted to resist, and she 
could only support herself on trembling hands and knees, her blonde hair 
fallen forward over her head, and her breath coming in short, heaving gasps. 
Somehow the pain in her back passage was becoming connected to the 
tormenting pleasure in front, and the two combined to send her head 
whirling. 

"OOOOOooohhhh," she moaned deeply, her eyes closed. The skyrockets were 
going off all through her body especially in her womb, which began to 
contract urgently, opening wider each time, until she felt as though she had 
ceased to exist except as a huge, gaping hole, whose only function was to 
receive the bludgeoning of a huge sex-maddened male organ. 

Sally no longer had a will of her own, but was completely submerged in her 
body's obscene desire for pleasure. She felt like an animal and she began to 
lean backwards into the blows, digging her knees into the bed and spreading 
her legs wide. 

On and on it went, until she almost lost consciousness. Her body, usually so 
submissive to the dictates of her mind, was entirely out of control. Despite 
her exhaustion, it was lurching hungrily back onto Bob's furiously fucking 
cock, as though she could never get enough of him. 

SHE WAS CUMMING, CUMMING AS SHE NEVER HAD BEFORE!! ! ! 

Feeling the sudden surge of excitement in his young wife's naked body, Bob 
could also feel his own churning river of seed coming up to meet it. 

His balls, slapping lewdly at the wet folds of Sally's hotly seeping pussy, 
were swollen and aching for release. The muscles at the base of his penis 
contracted violently, and he pumped relentlessly into his wife's cruelly 
battered anus, lost in the rushing, liquid sensation tearing through his 
balls, straining for freedom and release. 

And he was there! 

"Unnnggghhhh!" he moaned through clenched teeth. "AAAAHHHHH! I'm cumming! 
Oh, baby, I'm cumming!! " 

Thin jets of whitish liquid shot through his engorged rod, and emptied into 
Sally's greedily sucking ass-hole. He thought it would never end, it was a 
river that he could float on for hours, pouring out of his own body, too 
long denied fulfillment. 

But at last it subsided, and after a few more sharp thrusts, he pulled his 
slowly softening cock out of her with a pop, and slumped, exhausted, next to 
his wife's prostrate form. 

He was beginning to fall into a pleasant haze of semi-consciousness, when 
the silence was broken by the ring of the doorbell downstairs. Sally sat up 
in panic, her eyes wide. Who could it be at this hour? It seemed unreal, but 
then everything that had happened today had an air of unreality. Had someone 
heard their crude orgiastic encounter and come to investigate? 

Bob already had his trousers on, and was slipping on his shirt as he made 
his way out into the hall. Sally tried to follow him, but was stopped at the 
sight of herself in the mirror. There was still pain in her back passage, 
though she was puzzled to find that despite the violent ass-fucking her 
husband had just given her, she also felt a strange kind of relaxation, as 
though tensions she had never known existed had suddenly disappeared. 

"Oh, no," she moaned terrified. She felt as though she wanted to die of 
shame. 

"Just a minute," she heard Bob call, and she staggered into the bathroom to 
dash some cold water on her face. She was halfway down the front stairs, 
still tying her robe, when Bob got the door open. 

"Surprise!! ! " Tina burst out, flying in the door. Then she stopped short, 
catching sight of Sally, red-eyed and shaking on the stairs, and Bob, 
half-dressed and looking astounded in the foyer. 

Ray, still concealed in the shadows of the front porch, took in the scene, 
too. Well, baby, he thought to himself, taking in Sally's blonde hair and 
semi-draped body in a glance. It looks like this weekend may be more 
interesting than I thought! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Alone in the guestroom after the two couples had each retired for the night, 
Ray and Tina compared impressions. 

"I forgot how cold nights were up here. Brrr!" Tina shivered, finding the 
filmy negligee she had packed less than practical. 

"I'll bet your friend, Sally, has a whole closet full of warm, woolen 
nighties that button up to the chin. Why don't you borrow one?" Ray grinned 
from the relative comfort of the bed. His arms were folded behind his head, 
and the thick curly hair that adorned his broad chest and the deep hollows 
of his armpits contrasted sharply with the pearly whiteness of the sheet. 

Tina giggled and jumped into bed beside him, nude, having shed the thin robe 
at the last possible moment. 

"Well, at least they haven't lost their looks," she mused, tracing one of 
the veins in the side of his neck with her finger. 

"Give 'em a coupla years," Ray replied knowingly. "If somebody doesn't light 
a firecracker under that chick, she could turn into one of those brittle old 
bags who go to garden shows. Be a shame, too," he added reflectively, 
staring at the ceiling, remembering the lush softness of Sally's body as she 
stood on the stairs. 

Tina smiled to herself. "What did you think of Bob?" she asked innocently. 

"He looks a little desperate to me. like, I don't know what we interrupted, 
but you could cut the bad-sex vibes with a knife." 

Suddenly Tina's eyes lit up with a glint of mischief, and she propped 
herself up on one elbow and leaned down over her husband. "Hey. lover, maybe 
we got here just in time!" 

Ray's dark eyes twinkled back at her from the pillow. "Baby, it's an act of 
brotherly love." 

* * * 

In their own bedroom down the hall, Bob and Sally were also absorbed in 
trying to sort out the events of the day, although they made no attempt to 
communicate their thoughts to each other. Back to back, they stared out into 
the darkness, troubled and unable to sleep. 

Bob's mind wandered back and forth from the brutal sexual encounter with his 
young blonde wife to recollections of the red-haired Tina as she had 
appeared just a few moments before in the hall when the two couples said 
good night. "It's so good to see you both again," she had said, but her eyes 
seemed directed solely at him as she leaned against the door frame, her hair 
falling about her shoulders in shimmering waves. "Good night," and she had 
reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek, before he even knew what had 
happened. His cock, nestled lightly against his thigh, jerked to life 
momentarily just thinking about it, and gradually he fell asleep, drifting 
into a confusing melange of blonde and flame-haired nymphs. 

Sleep did not come so easily to Sally, however. Her body almost numbed with 
exhaustion, she was unable to halt the rapid-fire succession of images from 
the day. She, too, had been amazed at Tina's ravishing beauty, fully 
flowered since she had last seen her. And Ray ... Sally had been 
uncomfortable in his presence. His dark eyes seemed to see right through 
her, and when he took her hand after Tina's introduction, she had been 
suddenly aware of her body's naked vulnerability beneath her thin robe. 
Coming as they had immediately after the lewd and painful fucking Bob had 
given her, Sally could barely bring herself to look at either of her guests 
directly. 

Sally clenched her lips and her forehead tightened in an angry line. I'll 
never forgive him for humiliating me like this, she thought angrily. Never! 

But why did her body feel somehow more alive than it ever had before, 
despite her fatigue? She couldn't remember the final moments of their 
encounter. It seemed as though she'd almost lost consciousness at the 
climax. Why did strange, vaguely erotic feelings still torment her? Round 
and round her mind went, repeating its unanswerable questions, until 
finally, she, too, fell into a restless sleep. 

* * * 

When Sally got down to the kitchen the next morning she found that Ray had 
gotten there before her, and was already sipping a cup of instant coffee. 

"Hope you don't mind," he smiled. "I hate to miss the early morning, and I 
didn't want to disturb anyone." 

"Oh, no, not at all," Sally said shyly, recovering from her initial surprise 
and beginning to bustle around the kitchen. She had decided that whatever 
problems she and Bob were having, they were no reason to spoil the weekend 
for her guests, and she had risen early, showered and dressed herself 
carefully in a new brown tweed skirt, a soft white turtleneck jersey that 
followed the gentle slope of her breasts, and on impulse, the pair of 
antique gold earrings Bob had given her the Christmas before. The new outfit 
lifted her spirits, and she had come downstairs ready to play the role of 
gracious hostess. 

"You look well rested," Ray commented appreciatively, his eyes roving calmly 
up and down her body. 

"Thank you." Sally averted her eyes from his penetrating gaze, wishing he 
wouldn't look at her so pointedly. "Where's Tina?" she asked brightly, 
trying to conceal her anxiety and suddenly wishing the turtleneck jersey 
didn't cling quite so provocatively. 

"Right here!" Tina bounced into the room brightly, fresh from her night's 
rest. Her face was devoid of makeup and in her form-fitting denim hip 
huggers and a short, brightly colored shirt tied under her breasts and 
exposing a firm smooth midriff, she looked more like one of the local 
teenagers than a movie star. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Ray's 
forehead, and Sally noticed with a shock that she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Did you sleep well?" Sally asked. 

"Like a log," Tina replied, opening the top half of the big Dutch doors that 
opened onto the yard and taking a deep, long breath. "The air is so fresh up 
here. Say," she continued, turning back into the room, "Where's your 
handsome husband?" 

"Oh, Bob usually sleeps late on Saturdays," Sally lied. Usually Bob was up 
with the birds, anxious to be out cutting the lawn or running a few laps 
around the high school track. How could she explain that he was hung over 
from his debauchery of the previous night and showed no sign of stirring 
when she tried to wake him? 

"Yeah, I guess a guy gets kind of tired, working all week like he does," Ray 
commented. Sally thought he had placed unusual emphasis on "tired," but when 
she turned to glance at him, he was looking unselfconsciously out the window 
opposite the table. I've got to stop imagining things, Sally thought. 

"I guess I should wake him soon," she said with a glance at the clock. 

"Oh, please don't wake him on account of us," Tina objected. "You two just 
carry on as if we weren't here." 

Sally smiled with an attempt at warmth at her old friend. "It's only that I 
have some shopping to do, and I have to get the keys to the car." 

"I have an idea," Ray interjected helpfully. "I have to get some film, so 
why don't I drive you into town? Tina can get some breakfast together for 
Bob, and we won't have to bother him at all." 

"Oh, I don't want to impose on you..." Sally began. 

"No bother at all," her redheaded friend assured her. "I think it's a great 
idea. That way we can all get acquainted, and have a big old-time party 
tonight!" 

"Sure! Maybe we could even show one of our films, Tina, what do you say?" 
Tina's eyes widened, and she nearly spilled her orange juice. How could her 
husband say things like that with such a straight face? 

"Oh, that would be wonderful," Sally cut in. It would be easier to spend the 
evening watching a film than trying to make conversation, particularly with 
the strain between her and Bob. And besides, she was anxious to see Ray and 
Tina's movies. 

"Then it's settled," Ray stood up and took his coffee cup to the sink. How 
considerate he is, Sally thought. Bob always waits for me to do everything 
for him, as if I were his slave! "Come on, Sally, get your coat." 

"Oh!" Sally found herself confused at the masterful way in which he took 
over, making decisions and getting things organized. "But wouldn't you like 
some breakfast first?" 

"No," Ray replied decisively with a glance at his watch. "Besides it's 
almost lunchtime. Why don't we pick up a sandwich along the way?" 

"Well, all right," Sally agreed hesitantly, slipping into her belted khaki 
car coat. "If you're sure it's all right, Tina." 

"It's fine," Tina assured her. "In fact why don't you show Ray Carter Lake 
on the way back? He doesn't get to do outdoor shots often. And I can take 
care of things here." She arched an eyebrow sardonically at her husband. 
"Just don't let him get fresh with you, Sally. He's a demon when roused!" 

Sally blushed to the roots of her hair. "Oh Tina," she gasped breathlessly. 
"You haven't changed a bit!" And she nearly tripped over her own feet as Ray 
opened the door for her and gallantly stepped aside to let her pass. 

"Keep the home fires burning, baby," he quipped, and then followed Sally 
down the flagstone path leading to the garage. 

Upstairs in the bedroom, Bob stretched and turned over heavily, his sleep 
finally broken by the light streaming through the window and the sound of 
Ray's vehicle pulling away from the curb. Feeling the empty pillow beside 
him, he opened his eyes. What time was it? 

He sat up abruptly, and then clutched his head. He felt as though there were 
jackhammers beating on the base of his skull. His stomach was queasy, his 
mouth tasted like an unswept stable, and the muscles in the back of his beck 
were hard as rock. 

"Oooohhh," he moaned, easing his body gently back on the pillows and 
remembering the night before. 

Then, slowly, as though he were afraid each movement might be his last, he 
made his way to the bathroom and began running the shower. 

"Emergency measures today," he mumbled thickly, turning the hot water down 
lower until he could feel the cold like little pinpricks on his hand. 
Bracing himself on the towel rack, he gingerly eased himself under the icy 
jets of running water, allowing it to run down his face and chest. 

"Brrrrr!" he shivered, rubbing his hands vigorously down his chest and over 
his aching shoulder. 

Sally must be downstairs making breakfast, he thought. Remembering his wife 
brought him fully awake, as the details of the previous evening gradually 
penetrated his foggy consciousness. He'd treated her brutally. Didn't know 
what had gotten into him, damn liquor went right to his head. He'd have to 
apologize, make it up to her somehow. 

She couldn't be in too bad a mood, though, because he could smell fresh 
coffee brewing and sausages frying, and gentle sounds of a flamenco guitar 
wafted up the steps from the stereo in the living room. Was it possible that 
she'd forgiven him already? Remorse began to flood Bob's thoughts as he 
thought of his pretty blonde wife, whom he had treated so shabbily the night 
before. Why he'd practically raped her! He had raped her, no practically 
about it! Yet, much to his dismay, his penis jerked erect at the thought of 
her pitiful screams and futile attempts to ward him off. And now she was 
lovingly preparing his breakfast as though nothing had happened! Maybe she 
was right. Maybe he was too harsh and insensitive. If last night was any 
indication... 

"Hi!" Tina whispered softly a few minutes later, when he finally made his 
way down to the kitchen. "Sally and Ray went off to do the shopping. How do 
you like your eggs?" 

"Oh!" Bob was more than a little surprised at finding his wife's red-haired 
friend presiding over the frying pans. "Uh, sunny side up. But I don't think 
I could eat anything yet." 

"Try this. You'll feel a lot better." Tina handed him an ice cold glass of 
tomato juice. "Old family remedy. Never fails. Go on, take it," she urged, 
for Bob seemed mesmerized at the clear outline of her nipples beneath her 
thin cotton blouse as she held out the glass. She was a far cry from the 
siren she'd seemed to be last night, but even in dungarees and an old shirt, 
he thought, she was still a knockout. He eased his tall, rangy frame into a 
chair and gulped down the refreshing drink. She was right. It did seem to 
clear his head. 

How nice of her to think of it. It was soothing, too, the way she let him 
sit quietly without pressuring him to talk. Sally was always chattering and 
bustling around in the morning. But Tina seemed to be synchronized with the 
rippling melodies of the guitar music as she smoothly prepared the eggs and 
put them in front of him on a heated plate. Her hips in the tight-fitting 
jeans swayed subtly as she moved, and her feet, clad in a pair of delicate 
thong sandals, didn't clatter the way Sally's backless bedroom slippers did. 
Bob found his eyes continuing upwards from the sandals to the curve of her 
thighs and buttocks beneath her tight jeans. 

What the hell is wrong with me? he thought suddenly. All she's doing is 
being nice to me, cooking me breakfast, and I'm already mentally undressing 
her. Sally must be right. I'm an animal. 

"Oh, you're in worse shape than I thought," Tina murmured, seeing his look 
of consternation and self-accusation. "Here, let me massage your neck a 
little." 

"Oh, no, it's really all right..." 

"Ssshhh. You just nibble on your breakfast, and let me see what I can do." 

Standing behind his chair, she began to knead the back of his neck gently. 
"You and Sally have a fight?" she asked sympathetically. 

"Uh, not exactly," Bob replied, distracted from his breakfast by the 
tingling sensations emanating down his back from the cool touch of her 
hands. "It was my fault, really..." 

"Oh, I don't know," Tina reflected. "I mean, it takes two to have a fight, 
doesn't it? Here, lean back." 

Bracing herself against his chair, she tilted his head back lightly so that 
it rested on the soft swelling of her abdomen, and began to stroke his 
temples. He could smell her perfume, a subtly sexy blend that seemed to have 
a hint of cinnamon, or musk. 

"Say, why don't you come in the living room and lie down on the couch and 
let me really do a job on you. You're all tied up in knots." 

"Well, I guess I could use it..." 

"Sure you could. I do it for Ray all the time. It'll make you feel great." 
Pulling him to his feet, she led him by the hand into the living room. Once 
inside the graciously furnished room she decided it would be easier to 
massage him on the floor than on the high-backed, old-fashioned sofa, and 
she began spreading pillows on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. 

"Okay. Now let's take your shirt off so I can really get at those tired 
muscles." Bob was too surprised to resist as she tugged at his slipover 
jersey top, and in a moment she had pulled it out of his trousers and was 
raising it over his head. She liked the way his nipples stood out darkly 
against his pale chest, smooth except for a few hairs in the center, and two 
tufts of sandy brown under his arms. 

"Loosen your belt, too," she instructed. "The best massage starts below the 
waist." 

Bob felt strange, practically shedding his clothes on command like this, but 
Tina was so business-like that he felt foolish resisting. He slipped off the 
belt, undid the top button of his chinos, and eased himself down onto the 
softness of the pillows. 

Once he was settled, Tina sat down beside him, and began running her hands 
over his back. He had a nice body, she decided. Maybe a little thin, but 
well-developed and maintained. She gave him a quick rubdown from top to toe, 
surprising him by kneading his arms and legs as vigorously as his back, 
until he felt like putty in her silken hands. As soon as she felt him begin 
to relax, she shifted her position so that she was straddling his upper 
thighs, and began to tug gently at his trousers. "Lift up," she whispered 
soothingly. "Now don't be embarrassed," she cooed, feeling him stiffen at 
her suggestion. 

"This is all just tender loving care." A few quick jerks had the trousers 
lowered about six inches. "Most backaches start down here," Tina's voice 
continued, as her hands began to work their way down unstoppably. 

Her hands, so soft yet strong, on the upper part of his buttocks, were 
beginning to cause a rather pleasant, burning sensation somewhere in the pit 
of his stomach, and Bob was glad he was lying on his stomach so she couldn't 
see the outline of his stiffening penis. 

"UUUUnnnnhhhh!" he groaned, as she suddenly began digging into the muscles 
along the sides of his buttocks. He'd never even known he had those muscles. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Tina seemed to know just how hard to do it so it 
didn't hurt, and Bob slowly began to relax again, until he was only 
pleasantly aware of her own full, heavy globes pressing against his thighs, 
and her hands squeezing and kneading all the pain and fatigue out of his 
lower back. Even his restless cock subsided, and he felt as if he was 
floating away, serene and carefree, full of sleepy well-being. 

Why didn't Sally ever do this for him anymore? Well, she didn't seem to care 
how he felt this morning at all. He felt foolish remembering his earlier 
remorse. Sally was always so busy cleaning house and buying antiques, that 
she seemed to have forgotten how to really keep a man happy. Maybe she never 
even knew. Well, he was entitled to a little tender loving care, just as 
Tina said. 

Tina watched Bob closely from her perch on his back, her eyes no less 
sensitive than her hands to his every nuance of tension and relaxation. 
That's it, Baby, just relax, she thought to herself. 'Cause as soon as you 
do, I'm gonna take you flying! She slipped her hands even farther inside his 
pants, and began rubbing them smoothly up and down his thighs, over his slim 
hips, at the same time pressing her own pelvis down harder against his legs, 
until the friction of their trouser materials rubbing against each other 
sent a pleasant hot feeling up into her pussy. Bending forward, she pressed 
her full weight against his back and put her mouth so close to his ear that 
Bob could feel her cool breath deep inside his aural cavity. "Turn over," 
she whispered, blowing little circles of air into his ear. 

She slipped over onto her side, so that when he turned over slowly and 
luxuriously onto his back, she was stretched out at his side on the rug, 
propped up on her elbow. 

"Tina, that was great," he sighed, starting to adjust his trousers, which 
had slipped down revealing the firm planes of his stomach and a thicker mass 
of dark hair beginning along his pelvis. He was surprised to feel Tina stop 
his hands. 

"It's not over yet," she enunciated softly, her voice like velvet. Getting 
lightly to her feet she moved leisurely to the stereo and replaced the 
long-finished guitar music with a sultry, throbbing blues. Bob watched her, 
puzzled, as she then made her way to the huge bay window and pulled the cord 
to close the curtains. The full folds of white shantung rustled to meet each 
other in the center of the window. 

I must be hallucinating! Bob thought wildly, his eyes widening as she made 
her way back to the rug. Her hips were swaying seductively as she moved 
towards him, and he couldn't take his eyes off the indentation that had 
formed in her low-cut pants right at the meeting of her thighs. Tina saw his 
glance, and as if to punctuate it, allowed her hands to rub sensuously up 
and down the front of her pants, over the gentle curve of her stomach and 
tight, full curves of her upper legs. 

Bob felt his heart beginning to pound, and he didn't trust himself to say a 
word as she slowly walked towards him. Her stomach, damp from the exertion 
of the vigorous backrub she had given him, was the color of cream, and from 
his angle of vision, her pelvis and breasts seemed to thrust forward and 
look exaggeratedly large. Try though he might to look away, Bob found his 
eyes riveted to her soft shapely body. 

Tina slipped down into a kneeling position, and sitting back on her shapely 
haunches, began tiptoeing lightly down his chest and abdomen with her 
fingers. 

"Ah! Ah! That tickles," Bob shrieked, suddenly breaking into peals of 
laughter. Tina laughed, too, and increased the dancing motion of her 
fingers. "STOP!" Bob laughed, twisting about on the pillows, and 
instinctively reaching out to grab her wrists. The touch of his hands on her 
slender wrists brought him up short. He was breathing hard, and it was not 
entirely from laughter. For a long moment their eyes held each other, and 
then Tina, without giving him any warning, leaned over him and pressed her 
full lips against his in a long sensuous kiss. Bob felt the muscles tighten 
in his loins and deep in his stomach as the moist tip of her tongue 
insinuated itself under his upper lip and explored the sensitive oral 
membrane, then flicked back and forth over the tops of his teeth. 

"Oh, Bob," she sighed, "you taste so good." 

Bob was paralyzed at her boldness. Here was his wife's oldest friend, 
seemingly intent on boldly seducing him the first time Sally was out of the 
house. No, no, that couldn't be. He must be misinterpreting her signals. 
This voluptuous sultry young creature couldn't know what she was doing, 
wasn't aware of the sharp, churning, almost painful sensation she was 
creating in his balls, which were tightening and throbbing hotly inside his 
trousers. 

"Tina," he said shakily, clearing his throat, "Don't you think we should, 
uh, er, I should get dressed?" 

Tina looked at him wide-eyed, like a child, as she sat back on her heels 
again. "No," she mouthed silently, pushing her lips into a seductive pout. 
She began untying the blouse, and her full breasts emerged between the folds 
of the brightly colored bodice. Taking his hands, she led them, unresisting, 
to the ripe naked mounds of flesh, pressing them to her, and forcing him to 
squeeze them lightly, her hands still cupped over his. She arched her neck 
back at his touch. 

"You feel good, too," she whispered silkily, closing her eyes and pushing 
his hands upward to her swan-like neck and sloping shoulders, then lower, 
down the resilient flesh of her ribs and across her smooth, downy abdomen. 

Bob had never felt anything so soft, so yielding. For a moment he wanted 
nothing more than to lose himself in her willingly submissive flesh, bury 
himself in the soft folds of her languorous, golden body. But suddenly his 
wife's face flashed before his mind. This is wrong, a nagging voice deep 
within him carped. You're a married man. You mustn't have these obscene 
thoughts and desires! 

But why not? Another voice surged to the forefront of his consciousness, 
blotting out the first. Sally doesn't care about you. You're just a rude 
nuisance to her, someone who dirties the floor and makes disgusting demands 
on her. She let this happen, by going off and leaving you. She's out with 
Ray right now, with Tina's husband! 

Bob moaned as Tina bent over his prostrate body and began to lewdly run her 
tongue over his chest, circling his hard brown nipples, flicking lazily over 
his stomach, down into the tangle of dark hair barely visible above his 
loosened chinos. 

"What's the matter, Bob? Don't you like what I'm doing? Tell me what you 
want." 

Bob felt as though his head would explode. He knew what he wanted, wanted 
with all his being. He wanted to feel her soft, pliant breasts pressed 
against his chest, the supple half-moons of her buttocks crushed and 
yielding in his hands. He wanted to feel his desire-rigid penis shoved far 
up into her hotly writhing little cunt. That's what he wanted. 

"Show me what you want," Tina whispered, sliding her mane of wavy auburn 
hair over his chest and reaching inside his unzipped chinos to find his 
stiff, pulsating cock. A shock went through Bob's entire 
six-foot-four-inches as the redhead curled her fingers gently around his 
long hard shaft. Caressingly, she moved her hand up and down over its hot 
rubbery surface, savoring the hard little cords of swollen veins on the 
underside, and the soft, velvety skin at the bulbous tip. 

"Oh, let me see it," she begged. "Let me see your beautiful hard cock!" 

Bob couldn't believe his ears! He'd never heard such lascivious phrases from 
the lips of a woman before, certainly not from his wife. Now the pleas of 
this soft sensual near-stranger for his masculinity set Iris senses reeling. 
He was filled with a deep, new yearning, something dark and lustful was 
beginning to force its way upwards from the subterranean reaches of his 
unconscious. 

He raised his hips slightly and let the brazen redhead slip the encumbering 
trousers down over his hips. No sooner was his desire-swollen penis free of 
its restraints than it sprang upright, quivering in the air, swaying blindly 
to and fro. 

"Oh lover," Tina cried, "just let me suck your cock! I'm gonna make you cum 
in my mouth like you've never cum before!" And she flung herself greedily on 
his unresisting penis, devouring it, taking it all the way into her wetly 
sucking mouth. 

"Oooooohh, baby, suck me good!! ! " Bob burst out, losing himself in the 
musky perfume that seemed to ooze from her every pore. His hands roved 
lewdly in her silken flaming hair and over the creamy softness of her naked 
shoulders. 

Tina ran her tongue up the length of his swollen shaft, to the huge 
blood-engorged tip. She took the bulbous cock-head between her lips, at the 
same time cupping one hand around the sperm-filled sacs of his testicles, 
and circling the other all the way around his desire-stiffened cock. She 
began to suck lewdly on the purplish head of his penis as though it were a 
straw and she were trying to pump the last drop of liquid upward from the 
bottom. 

Just as Bob thought he would have to cum, could not contain himself any 
longer, she released the hotly burgeoning head from the buttery depths of 
her mouth and lowered her lapping tongue to his squirming scrotal sac. She 
licked and slavered noisily over the lewdly writhing testicles, engendering 
further tumultuous sensations in his already lust-maddened loins. Her hand 
was pumping furiously at his shuddering, boiling cock. 

Slowing her rhythm a little, the shameless redhead waited until Bob's 
passion had subsided a little. Then she plunged downward again, taking the 
full rigid length of his throbbing penis all the way up into her mouth, 
until she could feel it battering against the back of her throat. 

"Aaaggghhh!" he moaned, as with each thrust of her head he felt his foreskin 
move excruciatingly back and forth between her lips. He looked down at her, 
and the sight of this beautiful friend of his wife laboring so lewdly down 
there between his legs increased his excitement a thousand fold. He felt 
like a sultan, attended by a beautiful slave. He felt cruel and powerful. 
Twining his fingers in her flaming red hair, he spread his legs wide and 
arched his body upwards, forcing her mouth all the way down over his 
sex-crazed penis to the darkly curling hairs at its base, until he heard her 
gag from the pressure. 

Bob was filled with a coarse, egotistical desire to drench her lewdly 
sucking mouth in his hot male semen, saturate her, drown her, with the 
raging sperm which in an instant he would spew deep into her voraciously 
contracting throat. 

"Suck it!" he hissed viciously. "Suck it!" 

Suddenly a wrenching groan tore itself from deep in his chest. He felt the 
headlong rush of rolling liquid coming up from its origins in the darkness 
of his balls, foaming along the tube of his desperately jerking cock and 
erupting in a warm, frothy cascade into Tina's wildly sucking mouth. Her 
lips tightened around his palpitating shaft, and great lewd gulping sounds 
floated up to him as she struggled to swallow every last drop of the hotly 
squirting liquid. She loved the taste of viscous male fluid, and she would 
not let him go until she was sure she had drained him dry. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, his painfully swollen cock ceased its 
turbulent fucking, and gradually slipped from her mouth. Bob lay as if in a 
trance, not wanting to wake and confront the reality of what had happened. 
His wife's best friend had so obscenely sucked him off on the floor in the 
middle of their graciously furnished living room, and he didn't even feel 
any remorse!! His body felt languorous and relaxed, totally drained of 
tension and anxiety. 

He became aware of Tina's movements as she sat up and brushed her tangled 
hair away from her face. 

"You're really incredible, you know that?" he whispered, unable to adjust to 
her wild, exotic body, still naked and inviting, so close to him. 

"Every good houseguest brings a gift," she purred throatily, stretching out 
on the cushions beside him. 

He knew he shouldn't allow his hands to begin wandering over her body again, 
knew he should be awash with guilt over his wife and what her reaction to 
this lewd infidelity might be. But Sally seemed like a pale ghost compared 
to the seductive bundle of bold, erotic femininity now nestling against his 
shoulder. Tina made him feel like a sophisticated man of the world, unlike 
his wife, whose prudishness constantly cast him in the role of a vile 
animal. 

"And how do you think a good host should show his appreciation?" he asked, 
enjoying the smooth, casual ring of his words. 

Tina gazed up at him from under her thick, copper-colored lashes. "I'm sure 
you'll think of something," she breathed, and twined her serpentine arms 
around his neck. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Tell me about your films, Ray," Sally asked from her corner of his shiny 
new compact station wagon. The trim, almost conservative vehicle had 
surprised her. Somehow she had expected something more flamboyant. But he 
needed a larger car, he had explained, to carry around his bulky camera 
equipment, although at the moment there was nothing in the roomy rear 
compartment but a large mattress, "to cushion the bumps." 

"What would you like to know?" he replied, appraising her speculatively in 
the mirror. Her innocent blue eyes were like a kid's, and even her body, its 
ripe female curves notwithstanding, had an air of naive expectancy. 

"Well..." Sally chose her words carefully, anxious not to appear 
unintelligent, "what are they about?" 

"Oh, I try to tell simple stories, about real people with real problems." 

"Oh, I think that's very important!" Sally nodded her head vigorously. "So 
many films today are so unreal. Why it's almost impossible to find decent 
family pictures anymore." 

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call our films family entertainment," Ray 
admitted. "They're closer to foreign films. Artistic, and sometimes a little 
too frank for the average audience. They're for aware, sophisticated people, 
like yourself, for instance, and Bob, of course." 

"Oh." Out of the corner of her eye, Tina noticed the way his dark hair 
curled slightly over the high collar of his short leather jacket. She had 
never met a man like him before. Everything about him seemed so ... 
compelling. He was utterly sure of himself, relaxed against the back of his 
seat as he guided the car deftly through the midday Saturday traffic. She 
found him fascinating and mysterious, and, for some reason she couldn't 
quite explain to herself, a little frightening. 

The only foreign movies she'd ever seen, had bored her. The backgrounds were 
so drab, and all the people seemed poor and unhappy. She liked romantic 
films, with bright colors and glamorous, beautifully dressed people. 
Historical films were her favorites, and musicals. But maybe she should 
reconsider her opinion. 

"Would you light one of these for me?" Sally's musings were interrupted by 
Ray's hand, holding a pack of cigarettes out to her. "The lighter's there by 
the windshield wipers." 

Sally fumbled for the lighter, hoping he couldn't see the way her hands were 
shaking. What was wrong with her today? It seemed that every little thing 
was making her nervous. She moved over to hand him the cigarette, trying to 
avoid sliding over the seat covers. 

"Here's your cigarette." The swaying of the car made it impossible to pass 
it to him, and finally Ray took hold of her wrist to steady her. His hands 
were warm on her skin, and as he retrieved the cigarette from between her 
fingers, his lips brushed her palm softly. The sudden, but perfectly 
natural, intimacy of his touch sent unexpected tremors through her arm. 

Christ this dame is ripe! Ray expostulated to himself, feeling her tremble 
and noticing the flowery scent of the cologne she had dabbed on her wrist. 
Her skin was very fair and the delicate blue of her veins was set off nicely 
by its alabaster whiteness. He released her arm, and glanced at the shapely 
curve of her leg as she slid back to her side of the car. He found himself 
wondering what the rest of her body was like. 

He'd had a lot of beautiful women, but he was never able to resist the 
challenge of a new conquest. He'd long ago concluded that no two women were 
the same, and he'd decided to sample as wide a variety as possible, to slip 
his cock into every available cunt that excited him. Each chick responded to 
different things, and it had become a game to him to figure out what he had 
to say and do to break through their hang-ups. The more virtuous they 
claimed to be, the more elaborate the courtship dance, as he called it. 

Of course, he hadn't run into many flowers of purity recently; some of the 
most beautiful girls in New York had dropped their pants for him at the 
first hint of a modeling job or a movie contract. It was almost a little 
boring. Now this one, he reflected, was very uptight, but they were the kind 
who usually went off like a pistol once you found out what made them tick. 
All you had to do was keep cool and wait for the clues. 

"Here's the shopping center." 

Ray deliberately took the turn sharply. Sally suddenly found herself thrown 
against him, and she had to grab hold of his arm for support. For an 
instant, Ray could feel the softness of her thigh crushed against his. Even 
through the fabric of her skirt and his own tight, buff-colored knit 
trousers, he was excited by its firm pressure. 

"Do they happen to have a nice restaurant here?" he asked, coming around to 
open her door after the car was parked. 

Sally thought for a moment. Ordinarily she would have suggested Country 
Kitchen, a cheery little cafeteria where she usually stopped on her visits 
to the store. But today that seemed a little too quaint. She was sure Ray 
would be more at home in more elegant surroundings. 

"Well, there's Hickory House. Bob goes there to lunch with clients 
sometimes, so I'm sure it's open." 

"What? You mean he's never taken you there?" Ray looked amazed. 

"Why no," Sally admitted, flustered. "We don't go out much..." We should go 
out more, she reflected angrily, forgetting that it was usually she who 
preferred to stay at home in the evenings. 

"Well, I can understand how he feels," Ray said, helping her out of the 
low-slung car. "If I were married to you, I'd be tempted to keep you under 
lock and key myself." 

Sally didn't know how to respond, either to the unexpected compliment, or to 
his almost overpowering male presence so close to her. She felt as if she 
should defend her husband, but somehow all her excuses seemed lame 
confronted as she was by his penetrating dark eyes. 

"Thank you," she stammered. 

Alone in the supermarket while Ray went off to buy his film, Sally tried to 
collect her thoughts. She was still angry at her husband. The soreness in 
her buttocks was a vivid reminder of the lewd ass-fucking he had forced on 
her the night before. He had treated her horribly, making her kneel like an 
animal while he'd satisfied his gross bestial lust. 

That was what came of reading those vile girlie magazines, she thought. Bob 
had lost all respect for her, and had tried to reduce her, too, to the level 
of a slut. Sally shuddered, remembering her uncontrollable writhing of the 
previous evening, as he had plunged mercilessly up into her tortured rectum. 
He had made her react like that, and she hated him for it. Any woman could 
be roused into doing such shameful deeds. That was why it was so important, 
in every civilized society, for women to control themselves. If would serve 
Bob right, she thought, if she did allow herself to totally surrender her 
values, and become the uncontrolled hedonist he seemed to want! 

I mustn't think such thoughts, she reproved herself sharply. Bob and I will 
work this out somehow. But did she really want to work it out? Or was it too 
late? The fabric of her life and dreams seemed to have been torn in pieces 
during the past few months, culminating in her husband's violent attack the 
previous night. She didn't know if she could ever forgive him, and the 
thought made her want to cry. 

* * * 

An hour later, after a tasty lunch in one of the comfortably upholstered 
booths of Hickory House and two glasses of rich red wine, Sally was again 
ensconced in the front seat of the car, which her friend's husband guided 
deftly onto the back road to Carter Lake. The leaves were beginning to turn, 
and their lush color against the radiantly blue autumn sky made her feel 
lazy and content. Ray watched her lean back against the seat, her eyes 
closed, inhaling deeply. 

The sun caught the delicate strands of her golden hair as they rode, and the 
tense lines of her face had relaxed from the hearty burgundy. Her coat was 
unbuttoned, and the outline of her full breasts was visible under the tight 
jersey. 

"You know, with your looks, I'm surprised you never considered modeling as a 
career. You'd be stunning." 

"Oh," Sally stammered, opening her eyes. "I'd be too terrified. All anyone 
has to do is point a camera at me and I freeze. But thank you for the 
compliment." 

"No compliment at all. And I'll bet you photograph very well. All you have 
to do is learn a few mental tricks to relax yourself. Ask Tina. She didn't 
know anything at all about it when I first met her." 

"Oh, but Tina was always braver than me. She used to tease me all the time 
about being such a scared rabbit." 

"Tina has many talents," Ray smiled, "but taste and judgment have never been 
her strong points. Tell you what: Why don't we find a place to stop, and 
I'll take some pictures of you, and give you my honest opinion." 

"You'd be wasting your film," Sally laughed, although she felt flattered at 
his offer. 

"Not at all. You'd be doing me a favor. I want to test out this camera, and 
I need a figure in the foreground for contrast. Please." 

"Well, if you put it that way. But I'm afraid you're going to be awfully 
disappointed." 

"I'll bet I'm not." 

At Sally's instructions, Ray pulled off the road into a secluded nook, where 
the lake was almost surrounded with tall pines, and a little brook gurgled 
downward into the larger body of water. 

"It's a shame we didn't think to bring some coffee," Sally said, stepping 
out of the car into the cool, crisp air. 

"Will brandy do?" Ray asked, taking an amber-colored bottle out of a paper 
bag. "I thought we might get chilly, so I picked this up while you were 
doing your shopping." 

"Oh, Benedictine!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up in happy surprise. 
"It's my favorite!" 

"Anything to keep my model happy! Why don't you pour some while I check the 
light. There're some glasses in the box by the mattress." 

The thick, sweet liquor warmed Sally up immediately. She even felt a little 
flirtatious, perched on the open back of the station wagon, watching Ray 
take readings on the light meter. Why didn't Bob ever think of little things 
like this? 

I'm not going to think of Bob now, she decided, taking another swallow and 
savoring the prickling sensations in her mouth and throat. I'm just going to 
enjoy myself. Ray's right, he does keep me under lock and key. 

"Now that's perfect," Ray called, and she looked up just in time to see him 
snapping her picture. "Just stay that relaxed and you'll be fine." 

He really was a wonderful photographer, she decided as he moved her around 
from one spot to another, capturing her against the natural background of 
the lake and trees. His little jokes made her laugh in spite of herself, 
relaxed her, and soon she found herself doing exactly what he wanted without 
thinking twice about it. She felt exhilarated, and a little lightheaded from 
the brandy. 

On his side of the camera, Ray was very satisfied with the way things were 
going. He maneuvered his wife's friend subtly, starting with pretty 
conventional magazine shots, until she was more and more at ease, and even 
began to flirt with the camera, tilting her head coyly to one side, and 
arching her body provocatively to accentuate her voluptuous shape. Damn, 
he'd love to get her to do some nude shots! He'd always liked those 
big-boned blondes, and under those school-marmish clothes, this one was 
really built! 

"Stretch out on this rock and look up at the sky. I just want to get a few 
close-ups...,that's it, put your arms under your head..." Sally followed his 
instructions, feeling excited at lying down in front of him, while he 
photographed her from every angle. There was something oddly thrilling about 
it, even intimate. 

"Now look at me..., that's it." He was squatting right next to her, and 
Sally found her heart beating faster as she looked up into the lens. She 
could see little red marks on his cheek, where he'd nicked himself shaving, 
and his thick, sensual lips looked moist and exciting. 

Ray caught her look, and slowly lowered the camera, holding her with his 
dark, thick lashed eyes. Sally felt herself tremble under his glance that 
seemed to smolder above her against the clear, cloudless sky. He had a kind 
of controlled animal magnetism that agitated her against her will, and try 
as she might to look away, her eyes were riveted to his. 

Ray caught the sudden flicker of desire in her wide blue eyes and decided 
that the time was right. Reaching down, he ran his finger along the hollow 
of her cheek. 

"I hope Bob realizes he's a very lucky man," he murmured thickly, with just 
the right catch in his voice. 

"I...,I think we'd better get back," Sally whispered, pulling herself to a 
sitting position. She felt a little shaky, as though her head wasn't quite 
as securely attached to her body as it usually was. Ray's hands were on her 
wwist, and she braced herself against his shoulders as he lifted her off the 
rock. She seemed to float to the ground, and feeling a little giddy, she had 
to lean back against the rock to steady herself. Ray leaned his two hands 
against the rock on either side of her, preventing her from going back to 
the car. She felt surrounded, overwhelmed by his nearness, but hazy too, as 
though this were happening in a dream. 

"Sally," he whispered softly. "Sally, I'm going to kiss you." 

She knew she should resist, try to push him away and insist they get back to 
the car, but her throat felt dry and the words just wouldn't come. She tried 
to speak, but suddenly his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her, 
slowly, with no feeling of haste. Gradually he increased the pressure of his 
lips forcing her mouth open and letting his tongue run hotly over her soft, 
moist underlip. In spite of herself, her hands fluttered upward to his 
shoulders and she felt herself beginning to kiss him back. 

It must be the brandy, and the wine we drank at lunch, she thought, trying 
to pull away, but feeling unable to tear herself out of Ray's smothering 
embrace. It seemed as though she could go on kissing him forever, she had no 
defenses against the wild turmoil of erotic feelings that were overcoming 
her. Suddenly her arms were around his neck and she was pressing her soft 
supple body against his, opening her lips greedily to the explorations of 
his lewdly probing tongue. Seizing his opportunity, Ray held her close with 
one hand, and eased the other between their tightly locked bodies, upwards 
to the soft, uptilted roundness of her breast. He felt her tremble 
convulsively as his palm closed over her yielding flesh. 

Everything began happening so quickly that Sally could hardly catch her 
breath. Abruptly she felt herself being literally swept off her feet and 
into Ray's strong arms, and the next thing she knew he was depositing her 
softly on the mattress in the back of the car. The whole world seemed to be 
going around, and she couldn't focus on anything long enough to collect 
herself. 

"Ray ... no ... don't," she murmured, feeling his weight against her chest 
and struggling feebly to free herself. But it seemed as though his body was 
everywhere, pulling her magnetically into a whirling vortex of passion she 
had never known before. She couldn't catch her breath, smothered as she was 
by his kisses, which were starting a hot searing flame somewhere in the pit 
of her stomach. 

She felt his hands tugging at her turtleneck jersey, pulling it out from the 
tight waistband of her skirt. Then his hands were behind her; lifting her up 
so that he could find the catch on her brassiere. 

"Oh, baby, you're even more beautiful than I expected," he breathed, as the 
small resisting hook gave way and he pushed her jersey and bra out of the 
way up under her arms. His thickly throbbing penis gave an excited lurch at 
the sight of her smooth, cream-white breasts, tipped with their rose-colored 
nipples. He sunk his head onto the softly swelling mounds, moaning a little, 
burying himself between their warm fullness and pressing them to his cheeks. 
He encircled one of the pink aureoles with his lips, sucking softly, 
encouraging them to harden and stand up in hard little points. 

"Ooohhh," she moaned, feeling sharp tingling sensations up and down her 
spine. She had to stop this, before it was too late! The liquor had made her 
unable to control herself. Desperately she tried to pull herself together. 
This is wrong, her mind screamed. I'm a married woman! Ray is my best 
friend's husband! But her legs were trembling, and her blood was coursing 
hotly through her veins. 

Still sucking and biting on her nipples which had contracted into tiny 
little points in the center of her heaving breasts, Ray slipped dexterously 
out of his own jacket. Man, this chick is outasight! A real mother lode of 
pure female heat! 

He was stretched out beside her in the back of the station wagon, his 
tight-knit, muscular body three-quarters on top of her. One leg was flung 
across her knees, and he used it to pull her closer to him so that his 
hugely swelling cock pressed insistently into her softly trembling thigh. 
Ray could feel his balls contract and throb with life and it was all he 
could do to keep from tearing off her clothes and fucking right into her. 
Take it slow, man, he cautioned himself, forcing his attention away from his 
thickly burgeoning cock and back to Sally. Take it slow if you want it to 
pay off! 

He began to inch his hand up her skirt, until it found the bare flesh at the 
top of her stockings. Reaching around in back of her, he grabbed the fleshy 
mounds of her buttocks and began to knead them gently. It felt like soft, 
malleable clay beneath her thin nylon panties. 

"Oh, you feel sooo good," he murmured, bending her head back over his arm 
and kissing her throat and the delicate skin of her inner arm. 

In an instant, he had somehow gotten the sweater over her head, and pulled 
her on top of him while his hands searched for the zipper of her skirt, 
unzipped it and removed the confining cloth. 

Suddenly an image of her husband flashed wildly across Sally's mind and she 
began struggling in earnest, immediately aware that she was sprawled lewdly 
on top of a perfect stranger in the back of his station wagon, clad only in 
her panties, stockings and garter belt. How could she have allowed this to 
happen? She twisted furiously, trying to break the hold of his arms behind 
her back. 

"Ray," she gasped. "What are you doing? Stop! This is wrong! What if someone 
should come?" 

"Shhh, baby, relax," her friend's husband whispered, holding her fast. "Let 
yourself feel good." Sally felt the clasp of her garter belt give way, and 
she wanted to die of shame. Still holding her tightly, Ray rolled over on 
his side and began inching her stockings down over her long smooth legs, all 
the time whispering soothing, sensual endearments. Slipping deftly out of 
his shirt, he turned her over on her side and molded his body along the 
curve of hers. His lust-swollen cock was palpitating hard against the 
unprotected crack between her buttocks, and feeling its length against the 
newly tender place, Sally flinched and cringed in terror against the side of 
the car, beginning to weep. Surely he wasn't going to do that to her; she 
couldn't stand it again. 

"Let yourself go, Sally, I'm not going to hurt you." 

His gentle words made Sally weep all the harder, and she felt all her 
strength ebb away. This must all be a bad dream, she thought. It has to be 
over soon! 

Feeling her struggles subside, Ray turned her over on her back. He wormed 
his hand under the tight elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them 
down over the flat satiny expanse of her trembling belly, the golden "vee" 
of her softly curling pubic hair and her long tapering legs. Quickly he took 
off his own pants, and spread apart her feebly resisting legs, lowering his 
body so that his head was between her thighs about level with her hair-lined 
pussy. 

He separated the soft outer lips with his hands and sucked in his breath at 
the sight of her trembling pink pussy, so narrow and tight, and the hard 
little nub of her clitoris, almost hidden in the tangle of her dampening 
pubic hairs. 

Oh did he want to fuck her, ram himself far up into her naked cunt and ride! 
But he knew he had to control himself, bring her with him every step of the 
way or it wouldn't be any good. That was the kick the power, the control, 
playing her body like a delicate musical instrument, until he knew how to 
drive her wild with the tiniest gesture and she was begging him for more. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh..." Sally groaned as she felt Ray's tongue lick teasingly up 
the full throbbing length of her tender pink vagina. Her whole body quivered 
from the jarring shock of his hot wet tongue on her nakedly exposed pussy 
flesh for the first time. He ran his hands up the length of her soft smooth 
body and began to fondle her breasts, pressing the nipples between his 
fingertips, all the while still sucking at her moist pink slit, and worrying 
the little bud of her clitoris, taking it lightly between his lips, then 
boring into it with his tongue, until Sally began to moan softly beside him. 
Then he unzipped his fly and eased his trousers off so he could massage his 
lust-crazed penis, which sprang immediately and rigidly erect when it was 
released from the confines of his tight pants. 

He moved his hand rapidly up and down its turgid length and ground his 
pelvis into the softness of the mattress. He had to fuck her, now! He 
couldn't wait any longer! He had to throw his aching cock deep up into her 
tight little cunt, feel it sink into her as far as it would go! 

His skillful pussy-licking was driving Sally wild. Her body had taken her 
over, and she dug her fingers into Ray's hair and lewdly shoved her pelvis 
forward toward his maddening tongue. She knew it was wrong, evil. She was a 
married woman and Ray her best friend's husband, but some part of her was 
crying out that she didn't care! It was a warm, all-pervading sensation, 
unbearably sensual! She wanted it to stop, but it seemed that the only way 
she could make it stop and satisfy the hungry passion of her inflamed body 
was to do it more, to drive her hotly sea thing pussy up into the full force 
of Ray's tormenting tongue! She wanted to devour him, feel him everywhere, 
give herself entirely to the electrifying sensations that were coursing 
through her body! 

Suddenly Ray was on his knees up between her legs, and she felt the bulbous, 
rubbery head of his lust-engorged cock pressing against her vulnerably 
exposed vaginal entrance. She moaned convulsively and flexed her knees back. 
She had to have it deep up inside her! Nothing else would slake the thirst 
of her furiously contracting pussy! 

But Ray didn't enter her immediately. Instead, he ran the lust-bloated head 
of his penis tormentingly up and down across the sensitive entrance to her 
pussy, teasing her until she was flailing about wildly and digging her nails 
into his shoulders. 

"Do you want it, baby?" His voice was like a caress. "Tell me you want it." 

"Yes..." she managed to gasp. 

"Yes, what?" Still holding his cock in place up against her wildly pulsating 
pussy, he began kissing her neck and running his tongue along the hollow of 
her shoulders. 

"Oh, how can you be so cruel," she moaned, as shivers ran up and down her 
spine. "You know what." 

"But I want you to tell me," he murmured into her hair, pressing his penis 
maddeningly up against her cunt, almost but not quite penetrating her. "Say 
it!" 

Sally couldn't stand it any longer. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" she burst out, 
"OH RAY, PLEASE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!" Her hands fluttered convulsively 
between her legs and she was grasping hungrily at his cock, pressing her 
pelvis against him, trying to force it inside her. 

"Well all right!" he answered, suddenly pushing forward and sliding easily 
up into her moistly sucking young cunt. Sally wrapped her legs hungrily up 
around his back, squirming and twisting against him as he began to pump 
slowly and evenly back and forth, building his strokes to a peak and then 
slowing them, each thrust taking him deeper up into her until he could feel 
his thickly pounding cock battering against the soft cushiony mound of her 
cervix, deep up inside her vaginal cavity. Once there, he arched his body 
like a bow, supporting himself on his hands and Sally's entwined legs, and 
plunged in and out hard several times until Sally thought she would faint 
from the exquisite sensation of pleasure-pain it gave her. He twisted his 
huge, lust-engorged penis deep inside her, all the time keeping his tempo 
controlled, taking her higher and higher, but never quite letting her go 
over the brink. 

Then he paused, and pushed her legs back as far as they would go, hooking 
his elbows under her knees, so that her entire throbbing cunt was nakedly 
exposed to her merciless fucking. 

Sally was clawing at his back, unaware of anything except his thick 
intrusive cock. "Ooooohhhhh, it hurts," she groaned. 

Ignoring her complaints, he plunged in again, even harder. 

"Fuck back, of you sweet piece of ass, fuck, fuck back, fuck back, give it 
to me..." Ray's voice was like a hypnotic chant above her, and Sally found 
her body adapting to the rhythm of his words, and the obscene slapping sound 
of his sperm-bloated testicles against her buttocks. Much to her surprise, 
she found that the more she relaxed and surrendered herself to the furious 
fucking of his desire-hardened cock, the more her sensations of pain turned 
to pleasure. Curiously, though she was pinned down on the car mattress in an 
obscenely naked position, with her legs wrapped practically around the neck 
of this strange man, she felt a strange, growing sense of freedom. 

Ray altered his rhythm again. Almost withdrawing his throbbing, palpitating 
organ from her widely distended slit, he began to tease her, giving little 
short lewd thrusts, then suddenly fucking deeper up into her openly 
trembling pussy, manipulating his hips so that no portion of her nakedly 
ravaged channel was entouched by his huge, blood-engorged shaft. 

Each hard forward lunge seemed to penetrate the helpless young housewife to 
the marrow, sending her shooting upwards, almost floating free, but at the 
last possible moment he pulled her back again until she felt like a kite 
that this man could release or bring back to earth at will. Her every nerve 
ending was begging for release until she thought she couldn't stand it any 
more. She didn't understand why she felt this way, only knew that somehow 
she felt better than she ever had in her life, as though by taking her so 
forcefully, almost against her will, her friend's husband had relieved her 
of all moral responsibility for the action. And his penis seemed so huge and 
hot up in her vagina, which was stretched wider to receive it than she had 
ever thought possible. 

"Oh! Oh! OOOOOHHHHH!" she gasped, as he nearly lifted her off the mattress 
with a sudden forceful lunge. Her body began to move in rhythm, adjusting to 
each stroke, propelling itself against him, answering each driving blow with 
a force of its own. 

"Ride, baby, ride," Ray shouted as she began to respond forcefully to his 
lewdly fucking cock. "Oh, your pussy is so tight, so nice, oh baby, you've 
got such a beautiful cunt!" 

Sally couldn't believe her ears. No one, even Bob, had ever dared to say 
such things to her. She would have been shocked, offended, even repelled. 
But somehow this dark handsome stranger made it seem all right. His words 
even excited her, and much to her amazement, she heard herself shouting 
back! 

"Oh Ray, fuck me, ram me with your big stiff cock! Oh, I want it everywhere! 
Oh Ray, fuck me hard! FUCK ME GOOD!! " 

She felt like a whore, like someone who only existed to give pleasure, no 
longer a lady, but a writhing, twisting, tortured object, to be used and 
degraded and bent to his will. She wanted it! Wanted him to do everything to 
her, things she had never allowed herself to think about, anything to 
satiate the wild, hungry desire that was setting her on fire and driving her 
crazy. 

Feeling the sudden surge of her wanton lust, Ray increased his strokes until 
he felt like he was flying. And she was right there with him. He knew it! 
Knew it by the way she was flailing her silky blonde hair unrestrainedly 
about on the mattress, by her half-opened mouth, her nails which clutched 
and clawed at his shoulders and back, and mostly by her greedy little pussy 
that was grasping his enflamed rod in an iron grip, opening and closing 
around it, milking him. It was almost like a contest, a battle, and they 
were both titans locked in a loving-hateful embrace, each determined to 
conquer. 

He could feel his seed churning deep in his balls, aching for release, and 
he knew from the voraciously sucking mouth of her pussy that her orgasm was 
not far away. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna make you cum. I'm gonna make you cum so good," he 
groaned, as he began fucking her faster and faster. 

"Oh, do it now! Do it now," she pleaded, her breath coming in short gasps. 

All at once he couldn't restrain himself any longer. Her gyrating pelvis 
locked around him, and he could feel her opening up, could feel her body 
convulsed by spasms. Deep inside her hotly sucking pussy, her womb was 
contracting and dilating convulsively, and her whole body seemed to explode 
suddenly and she was off, as though the chord that connected her to the 
earth had been severed and she was floating free, into an incredibly bright 
white stillness that lifted her away. 

"I'm ... I'm cu ... cu ... CUMMING! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!! " she screamed, her 
voice rising from a near whisper to a shout and echoing in the closed 
compartment of Ray's station wagon. 

Her words and the furious contractions of her wildly climaxing pussy around 
his furiously driving cock were like an explosion in Ray's brain. His body 
began to move of its own will, lunging and fucking up into her. 

"I'm right with you, baby, oh, go, go, GO!! ! " He wasn't even sure he was 
coherent, nor did he care, as he felt a sudden rush of hot viscous fluid 
surging upward from his lust-tightened balls and then jerk spasmodically out 
of his tortured dagger into the upturned sucking sheath of her cunt. 

"AAGGHHHHHH!! " He flung his head back and drove himself into her as far as 
he could go, feeling his white-hot sperm spill out against her cervix, 
spurting into her womb and crashing wildly off her insanely contracting 
pussy walls. For a long instant he felt as if he, too, were suspended 
somewhere out of this world, forgetful of time and place. Then, together, 
they were wafted back to earth and, his slowly deflating cock still buried 
deep in her steaming, sperm-flooded vagina, he collapsed forward over her 
body, panting heavily. 

Sally lay still, her eyes closed, her fingers twined lightly in his dark 
hair. Something inside her seemed to have snapped and she felt like a 
totally different person. She knew that what they had just done was wrong, 
terribly wrong, they had committed adultery, and she had even violated her 
relationship with her oldest and dearest friend. She knew she should be 
ashamed, throw this man off with angry recriminations, but her body was 
pervaded by a deep sense of peace, as though for the first time everything 
had fallen into place. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

On the deserted athletic field of Lincoln High, Bob Payton was attempting to 
put his thoughts in order. He had come out to run a little; straining his 
body against the wind and forcing his legs onwards despite fatigue had 
helped him work out tensions and problems ever since his days at St. 
Anselm's where he had been a member of the track team for all four years. 
Today, however, his body was already exhausted, even pleasantly relaxed, and 
his mind was full of so many conflicting thoughts and impressions that he 
couldn't concentrate on his speed. Finally he gave it up and contented 
himself with walking around outside the fence, smoking cigarette after 
cigarette, and thinking about the sudden changes in his life. 

One thing he was sure of: he'd had better sex in the past two days than he'd 
had collectively in his entire life up to that point. His wife's friend Tina 
was a strange woman. She had opened up a whole new world to him, made him 
feel potent and desirable, all man. Her lips hot around his surging cock, 
milking him dry, and later, when he had finally sunk deep into her in a wild 
fucking he hadn't known he was capable of ... His cock and balls now felt 
sated and relaxed, and he knew that he had to have her again. 

He wasn't sure exactly how to deal with his own wife after this, but one 
thing was certain ... he wasn't going to be put off by Sally's namby-pamby 
refusals any more. He frowned a little, realizing that if she ever found out 
about his escapade with Tina that afternoon on their living room rug, he 
wouldn't have to deal with her refusals at all. She'd probably want an 
immediate divorce. 

He turned up the collar of his jacket to shut out the sudden chill of the 
autumn afternoon. He didn't want to lose her. Despite all their arguments 
and their unsatisfactory sex life, he still loved Sally and wanted her near 
him. But somehow their lives had to change, had to encompass the new 
eroticism he had discovered with Tina. 

God! If only Sally had her kind of freedom! He'd never known a woman could 
be like Tina so free, so hot, so anxious to please and be pleased. She was 
amoral, that's what she was. She didn't seem to know right from wrong, or if 
she did, she didn't care. Just as he was leaving the house, that brazen 
redhead had run down the stairs stark naked for one last kiss, slipping into 
his arms and wriggling against him as if they hadn't already fucked 
themselves senseless... 

Bob reached the tennis court, and stopped to watch a game in progress 
between two nubile young teenage girls. He found himself observing them 
intensely as they chased the ball around the court, their slim legs and 
rounded little bottoms darting this way and that under the flaring pleated 
skirts of their tennis costumes. There were so many luscious female bodies 
in the world ... would he ever again be satisfied with just his wife? 
Abruptly, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed back to the car. 

* * * 

Tina Sarlin sat naked before the mirror of the vanity table in the 
guestroom, having just emerged from the shower. Lazily she dusted herself 
with scented powder, using a large, furry pink puff, enjoying the patterns 
it made on her tawny glistening skin. 

Her visit to Piney Hills was turning out even better than she'd expected, 
she decided, remembering her torrid encounter with Bob earlier that 
afternoon. They'd finally managed to get out of the living room, but not 
before he'd made it very clear to her just how good a host he could be; and 
judging from the time, she was willing to bet that his wife and her husband 
were doing more than just taking pictures at Carter Lake. It was already 
after hour, and there was still no sign of them. 

On her way across the room to get her makeup, the redhead's attention was 
caught by her own reflection in the mirror. Her breasts were full and firmly 
shaped, and. the dark nipples were completely relaxed, spreading in wide 
circles at the tips of the sloping cream-colored mounds. She turned herself 
this way and that, alert for any blemish or flaw in her nearly perfect body, 
but none stood out to spoil her mood. Despite her promiscuous lifestyle, her 
smooth skin and dewy radiance could have belonged to a sixteen-year-old 
virgin. 

Even her pussy didn't reflect the strain she'd subjected it to in the past 
few years, she mused, placing one foot on the vanity stool and spreading the 
glistening pink folds of her pussy lips to peruse her most prized asset. 
Although her hymen was long gone, her cuntal passage was still narrow and 
tight, and the ripples of skin that rimmed her sensitive clitoris were soft 
and smooth. She playfully teased the tiny bud-like organ with the tip of her 
middle finger, watching it stir sleepily below the curly tangle of her 
coppery pubic hair. For an instant she contemplated finger-fucking herself, 
spreading her legs wide then and there and bringing herself to climax, but 
she decided she didn't have the time. She wanted to look particularly 
alluring tonight. The Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm approach had done its work 
that morning, but now it was time for the big guns, something that would 
really knock Bob's eyes out. 

At the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, Tina padded tightly over 
the luxurious carpeting to the window. Concealing herself behind the frilly 
curtains, she craned her neck to see who it was. Well, well! Her husband and 
their hostess for the weekend were back at last! She saw her husband step 
out of the car, and then she heard the sound of the garage door opening. She 
couldn't see Ray's face, but his step sounded light and relaxed. 

"Bingo!" Tina mouthed silently, turning back to the table to finish 
dressing. 

* * * 

Once inside the garage, Ray switched off the ignition and observed Sally, 
who was turned slightly away from him, looking out the window. All the way 
home she had been silent and immobile as a statue, locked in her own 
thoughts. He leaned over and took her by the shoulders, slipping his arm 
around her and turning her to face him. 

"Hey, beautiful, you aren't about to cry, are you?" he asked, noticing 
moisture in her eyes. 

"Oh, I feel so ashamed!" she burst out, burying her face in her hands. "How 
can we ever face Bob and Tina?" 

"What's to face?" Ray smiled cheerfully. "And besides," he continued, 
arching his thick eyebrows insinuatingly and tilting her chin upwards, "they 
were alone together all afternoon, too, weren't they?" 

"Oh, how can you say such a thing?" Sally asked, astonished. 

"Well, I assume Bob's a normal, red-blooded American male, and as for Tina, 
well, it wouldn't be the first time." 

Sally's eyes grew wide with astonishment. "You mean ... you mean you know 
Tina has ... has..." She couldn't bring herself to say it. 

"...fucked other men?" Ray inquired bluntly, saving her the effort. "Sure. 
Honey, come out of the dark ages. People do it all the time and the world 
doesn't come to an end. 

Tina's a healthy, beautiful woman. I don't interfere with her life and she 
doesn't interfere with mine." 

"But ... but why don't you just divorce each other?" Sally asked through her 
tears. 

"Why should we? Our careers are dependent on each other, and besides, I 
really dig the chick!" He grinned at her. "It's known as an arrangement, 
sweetheart. After all, you're only young once, so why not enjoy it?" 

"How can I enjoy it?" Sally moaned. "I've just ruined my whole life." 

"You enjoyed this afternoon, didn't you?" Ray looked at her penetratingly. 
"Didn't you?" he asked again, pulling her closer to him, and searching for 
the warm, yielding flesh of her inner thigh beneath her skirt. 

"Ooohhh," Sally exhaled, feeling herself begin to tremble at just the touch 
of his hand, and hating herself for her own weakness. He had the right to 
touch her so intimately, she realized with a sinking feeling. She had given 
him the right by surrendering to him so easily that afternoon in the back of 
his car. Suddenly his lips were on hers again and he was pressing her to 
him, forcing her mouth open while his fingers found the still moistened 
crotch band of her panties and began to move teasingly back and forth. The 
involuntary responses of her body gave him his answer. 

"I'd like to fuck you again right now," he breathed huskily into her tousled 
blonde hair. "You're beautiful when you're hot." 

"You ... you have no conscience," was all Sally could manage to say, as she 
tried desperately to control herself. 

"None at all," Ray grinned, leaning over to open her door. "Now my advice," 
he counseled, " is to act as if nothing has happened. And keep your eyes 
open tonight. You might discover some things that surprise you." 

* * * 

"Let's clear off these dishes and see your film," Sally suggested. "Bob, why 
don't you help Ray set up the projector?" 

She had been grateful to Ray and Tina for their steady stream of chatter 
over dinner, and now she was looking forward to the film as a further shield 
from too direct a confrontation with her husband. So far, the evening had 
been going well. 

"Good idea," Bob agreed. He, too, found it difficult to meet his wife's eyes 
directly, and so had devoted himself to Ray and Tina. 

Not that it was difficult to concentrate on Tina. She was dressed in a 
crushed velvet midi-length dress of emerald green that was fitted firmly 
over her roundly swelling breasts and then flared in softly, emphasizing her 
tiny waist. The neckline plunged to a low "vee" in front, and she had dabbed 
a little blusher discreetly along the swelling curve of her breasts, subtly 
emphasizing her cleavage. Her bright copper hair hung loose, and tiny jade 
and pearl earrings quivered flirtatiously as she talked, drawing attention 
to her almond-shaped eyes. Bob found it hard to realize that the dazzling 
creature next to him at the dinner table was the same denim-clad siren who 
had seduced him that afternoon. 

Even Sally found herself observing her old friend with new interest. There 
was something dark and exciting about the strange marital "arrangement" Ray 
had described. If what he said was true, Tina could actually sleep with 
anyone she pleased, a bizarre kind of freedom Sally had never even imagined. 
And she was certainly beautiful. Sally felt washed out and pale next to her, 
although in the black satin lounging pajamas she was wearing for the first 
time this evening, she, too, was strikingly attractive. It wasn't just 
Tina's clothes, though, that set her apart, Sally realized as she cleared 
away the plates. It was a kind of animation she radiated, a frankly 
seductive femininity that Sally had never allowed herself to indulge in. 

"Hey, lover, you'd better explain what this film is about," Tina exclaimed, 
bouncing into the living room. "I wouldn't want Sally and Bob to get the 
wrong idea." She curled up on the sofa next to Bob, pulling Sally down on 
the other side of her. 

"Well, as I was telling Sally earlier," Ray began, adjusting the projector, 
"our films are a little too explicit for the average audience, and of course 
if you could see the whole thing in context, it would make a difference. 
Unfortunately I haven't got much with me. But I'm sure you two are 
sophisticated enough to take all that into consideration." 

Sally tried to concentrate on what he was saying, and prevent her eyes from 
wandering, as they had disturbingly often that evening, to the thick bulge 
of his cock and balls along the thigh of his tight, hip-slung pants. 

"Now, in this scene, Tina plays a simple peasant girl, and I play her lover 
who has just returned from the war." 

Ray turned out the lights, switched on the projector, and took the only 
remaining seat on the couch, next to Sally. She closed her eyes for an 
instant, glad for the darkness which hid the sudden flush in her cheeks 
caused by his sheer physical closeness, and the musky small of his 
after-shave lotion. 

When she opened them an instant later, it was to see Tina, clad in a 
hand-made peasant blouse and full skirt whose simple lines accentuated the 
ripe young curves of her body, puttering around what looked like the kitchen 
of a very poor hut. She looked different than she ordinarily did, as though 
the camera had somehow refined her features, emphasizing her high cheekbones 
and full, sensual lips. 

Suddenly the door of the cottage was flung open to reveal Ray, in a loose 
flowing shirt torn at one shoulder and a pair of tightly fitting leather 
pants. A pouch was slung over his shoulder and on his feet were a pair of 
high boots, the only remnant of his military uniform. He was darkly 
exciting, even more so than in reality, and Sally felt a stab of desire go 
through her at the sight of his image on the screen. She was suddenly aware 
of his arm draped lightly behind her over the back of the couch, and his 
hand, which had subtly snaked down to stroke her shoulder on the far side of 
him. She stole a glance at her husband to see if he was watching, but her 
view of him was blocked by Tina. 

On the screen, Ray and Tina fell into a tumultuous embrace, kissing eagerly, 
running their hands over each other's bodies in the throes of their reunion. 
Ray was ripping at her blouse, trying to get his hands around her breasts, 
slipping the blouse off her shoulders. The camera panned in as the blouse 
fell away, until the whole screen was filled with Tina's huge breasts and 
then with the back of Ray's head, as he seized first one and then the other 
between his lips, sucking and biting her tiny pink nipples in a frenzy of 
passion. He tore at his trousers as he pushed her down on the bed, his head 
still buried between her full firm breasts. 

Bob couldn't believe his eyes. He was sure his wife was going to jump up in 
horror any minute and demand that the film be turned off. As for himself, 
his cock had given an excited leap at the first camera shot of Tina's 
semi-naked body, and he was achingly aware of the real woman next to him on 
the couch. She was leaning against him a little, and her full, quivering 
breast felt round and warm on his arm, through her velvet dress. Her hand 
was lightly stroking his thigh. It was weird, to watch her on the screen and 
at the same time feel her beside him. It was like a fantasy, as though the 
centerfold of the month had suddenly come to life right in his living room. 
He opened his legs slightly, pressing his thigh against hers, and watched 
the screen more intently. 

Now Ray was nude, except for his high leather boots and the long shirt which 
covered his body as far as the top of his dark bush of pubic hair. His 
penis, erect and throbbing, stood straight out from his loins. Every vein 
and muscle was clearly visible as well as the dark hairs that circled it at 
the base and continued over the tender skin of his softly dangling balls 
which were pushed forward by the arch of his body. Crossing his arms in 
front of him, he began to raise the shirt over his head, exposing the firm 
hard plane of his stomach and the thick forest of dark curling hair on his 
muscular chest. Tina, kneeling on the bed, pulled him over to her and began 
caressing his cock with her hands. He stood above her, looking like a satyr, 
as her fingers ran up and down the whole mammoth length of hotly pulsing 
manhood. She bent down, her lush breasts falling lewdly forward and lightly 
grazed the huge bulbous cock-head with her lips. 

Bob could feel his excitedly pulsating cock straining against the thin 
material of his pants, and looking down, he noticed in amazement that Tina, 
using the full folds of her skirt as camouflage, had inched her hand over 
his thigh and was gently massaging his aching penis just as she had done to 
Ray onscreen. Bob's head was swimming and his breath was beginning to 
increase in tempo. Christ if she doesn't stop that I'm going to cum right 
here! he thought wildly. Reaching down, he stopped her hand, but couldn't 
bring himself to push it away. Instead he pressed it against the thick bulge 
in his trousers, holding it there tightly, hardly daring to move. He could 
feel his balls tightening, and there was a sinking feeling in the pit of his 
stomach. He wanted to fling her down on the floor, throw back her skirts and 
fuck her right then and there, but he had to content himself with the touch 
of her hand on his hugely swelling cock. Even that was enough to sear him 
with white-hot lust. 

On the other end of the couch, Sally couldn't tear her eyes away from the 
obscene events unfolding on the screen. There was her friend Tina, nearly 
naked, bending shamelessly over his husband's massive, rock-hard penis and 
actually sucking it! The knowledge that just a few hours before that same 
huge cock had plunged into her own desperately straining vagina and filled 
her with a kind of guilty pleasure. She felt as though she were peeping 
through someone's window, catching them unaware at one of their most 
intimate moments. Though she knew that it was degrading, it filled her with 
erotic excitement. Unconsciously she pressed herself closer to Ray on the 
couch as she avidly watched his image on the screen. 

Ray could feel Sally's excitement as her taut body strained unconsciously 
toward the screen. He himself was less interested in the picture than in the 
reactions of the audience. His own wife was probably enjoying it Tina never 
could get enough of her own body, and sometimes spent whole evenings 
watching their films. All he could see of Sally's husband, who was slumped 
down on the couch almost out of sight, was the beads of sweat on his 
forehead, and from the way Tina's skirt was concealing her hands, he was 
willing to bet she was sharing her enthusiasm with him. As for Sally her 
tight pink pussy was probably getting hotter by the minute. Her head was 
bent forward, and her shoulder-length blonde hair concealed her face, but he 
could see her hands clenched together in her lap, the knuckles white with 
tension. Making sure they were out of sight of Bob at the other end of the 
couch, Ray suddenly cupped his hand around the firm roundness of Sally's 
breast. He felt her tremble, and slouching further down on the couch, he 
began to blow tantalizing currents of air into her ear and down her pale, 
taut neck. 

Onscreen, Ray had flung himself on Tina's half-clad body and she wound her 
legs around him eagerly, pressing her firm pointed breasts hard against his 
chest, and grinding her pelvis into his. Instead of penetrating her, 
however, Ray disengaged himself, turned his wife over and pulled her up into 
a kneeling position. Stepping aside for the camera, he raised her full skirt 
over her full round thighs bit by bit, exposing the gleaming whiteness of 
her buttocks. Sally drew in her breath sharply at the sight. Tina's ass was 
like two half moons, with a dark mysterious line between them, widening 
slightly at the bottom where her burnished pubic hair started. 

Ray pulled her all the way back to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs 
as wide as they would go. He positioned himself behind her, tilting her 
bottom upward. She was kneeling on all fours with her ass tilted so 
unnaturally that she looked like a bitch in heat. Her erotic undulating 
movements increased the impression, for she was swaying her full hips 
seductively and pressing backwards towards Ray's angry purplish cock, all 
the while tossing her head and lewdly running her tongue over her parched 
lips. 

Sally had never seen a woman do such obscene things before. In fact, except 
for herself and Tina, she had never seen another woman totally naked, much 
less in such revealing circumstances. She was disturbed to discover that she 
found it exciting, that she was as interested in every detail of Tina's 
obscenely exposed femininity as she was in Ray. 

The events on the screen began to move rapidly. Bob watched as Ray's middle 
finger disappeared into Tina's nakedly uptilted cunt and she leaned back 
into it, her face contorted in a grimace of pain and pleasure. His own cock 
was raging desperately to be free as Tina pressed her hand tightly against 
it, then moved down between his legs to cup around the heavy mound of his 
balls, squeezing them and kneading them through the cloth of his pants until 
he was in a frenzy of lust and desire. He could barely focus on the brightly 
lit images flashing rapidly on the wall in front of them. Suddenly he felt 
the zipper on his trousers being opened and Tina's fingers were searching 
inside for his hard stiff penis. He dug his fingers into the arm of the 
couch, using all his strength to stifle the agonized, ecstatic moan that 
pressed at his lips. 

Ray and Tina were actively fucking now, and the camera was switching rapidly 
from the sight of his lust-stiffened cock disappearing into her lewdly 
glistening pink cunt to close-ups of their passion-contorted faces. Though 
there was no soundtrack to the film, it was obvious from their facial 
contortions that they were moaning and sighing. Leaning over his wife's 
body, Ray reached forward under her and began massaging her nakedly swaying 
breasts. Their movements became faster and faster. 

Sally could feel a warm moistness begin to seep down between her thighs as 
the erotic film continued. She couldn't take her eyes off Tina's lewdly 
squirming and wriggling body. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but was 
terrified of the possibility. That was perverted, sick! What was happening 
to her? It seemed as though all her proper upbringing was being swept away 
in a torrent of naked, yearning desire. At the same time she was conscious 
of actually sitting between the two people whose lewd activities on the 
screen so totally held her attention. Ray's touches were sending spasms of 
desire coursing through her, and ... was she imagining it, or was Tina's 
hand applying a subtle pressure to her thigh? No, no it couldn't be! Oh God, 
why was she thinking such thoughts? 

Suddenly a sensation like an electric shock hurtled through her body as Ray 
reached inside the loose fly of her lounging pajamas and insinuated his hand 
beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties. She was powerless to 
stop him, for his touch send a torrent of moisture flooding hotly down out 
of her vagina. She was horrified at the possibility that her husband on the 
other end of the couch, might become aware of what was happening, and to 
prevent that, she had to flex her knee, forming a curtain between her and 
Tina and at the same time giving Tina's husband full access to her 
shuddering young pussy. His thick, sensual lips pressed close to her ear, 
whispering softly so no one could hear. 

"Cum, baby, I'm going to make you cum right now. I'm going to finger-fuck 
you right here on the couch until you explode. Oh your pussy is so tight, so 
wet. Cum you sweet piece of ass, cum, cum, cum!" 

His whispered obscenities, combined with the steady pressure of his fingers 
on the trembling pink bud of her clitoris made Sally feel as though she was 
on fire. Suddenly she was aware of a hand fondling her buttocks from the 
other side! There was no mistaking it! Tina was touching her! Suddenly, her 
own feelings, combined with the lascivious fucking taking place on the 
screen, overwhelmed Sally with a dark, never-before-experienced eroticism. 
She didn't know what she was doing, almost didn't care anymore, as her hands 
moved automatically downwards and grasped the rock-hardness of Ray's 
massive, bulging penis. She wanted to push it, shove it far up inside her 
aching young vagina. She knew from this afternoon that it was so hot, so 
smooth, so beautiful! She found herself wriggling down harder against his 
furiously probing middle finger, wanting him to penetrate her, take her, 
right there in the living room in front of all of them! 

Feeling Sally's climax about to explode, Tina redoubled her efforts on Bob, 
whose long pole was sliding faster and faster through her lewdly 
manipulating fingers. Barely missing a stroke, she moistened her hand in the 
droplets of pre-cum seeping from the tiny slit in his hotly throbbing 
cock-head and smeared it all over his straining penis, all the while 
watching her own image on the screen receive the furious blows of Ray's 
inspired fucking. This was better than she'd hoped. At this rate the four of 
them would wind up sucking and fucking all night long! 

Suddenly she felt the first drops of Bob's hot moist cum spewing out of his 
wildly jerking cock and into her hand. Bending over, she plunged her mouth 
down on it, to receive every bittersweet viscous drop. At the same time, she 
pulled Sally's leg over, spreading her softly quivering pussy wide open 
completely to Ray's finger-fucking. 

"Aggggghhhh!" Bob groaned, as Tina's lips began to milk and suck his 
insanely ejaculating penis. He was going out of his mind! This couldn't be 
happening in the middle of his own living room! The four of them! The sudden 
pressure of her mouth increased the sensations in his cock and balls a 
thousand times, and for an instant he thought he was going to skyrocket 
several feet off the couch. 

"AAAAAHIIEEEEE!" He couldn't believe the sound that reached his ears, a 
high-pitched wail that seemed to be coming from his wife! In the throes of 
his own orgasm, he saw that she too was arching her body upwards, her legs 
splayed obscenely and her pelvis grinding uncontrollably, pushing up toward 
where Ray's fingers disappeared beneath the black waistband of Sally's 
lounging pajamas. Rather than interrupt his climax, the vulgar sight 
increased his lust, and he groaned again, pushing Tina's head down farther 
onto his desire-inflamed cock, and forcing her to swallow every last drop of 
his cum. 

Ray caught Bob's look and turned Sally's body slightly so that her husband 
would have a better view, intensifying his rhythm, and making her writhe 
uncontrollably under his lewd finger-fucking. 

"I'm ... I'm ... cu ... cu ... CUUMMMINGGG!" she shrieked, lifting her 
buttocks off the couch, her body lurching furiously. Suddenly, she opened 
her eyes and saw her husband, HIS PANTS HALF-OPENED, TINA'S MOUTH AROUND HIS 
COCK AND HIS EYES FIXED ON THE OBSCENE DISPLAY OF HER OWN LEWDLY EXPOSED 
CUNTAL SLIT GRASPING CONVULSIVELY AT RAY'S FINGERS!! At the same time the 
film ran out, leaving only a brightly lit screen, whose glare illuminated 
the chaotic scene on the couch. 

"OH NO!" Sally cried, taking in the reality of what was happening. This was 
terrible! Depraved! Disgusting! With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed 
Ray's hands away from her desire-drenched pussy and leapt to her feet, 
adjusting the waistband of her slacks as she did so. 

"NOOOO! NOOOOO!" she cried again, as Tina raised her head from its position 
around Bob's subsiding penis. Bursting into tears, she ran blindly out of 
the room and up the stairs, leaving a stunned silence in her wake. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Bob started to his feet to go after his wife, but Tina stopped him. 

"No, let her go," she said. "I'll go up and talk to her. You stay here with 
my husband and relax. I think she'd feel less embarrassed with me." 

"You're probably right," Bob assented, still shaking from the intensity of 
his very recent orgasm and more than willing to avoid a confrontation with 
Sally at this particular moment. He was still stunned himself from what he 
had seen, though unlike his wife, he was not outraged. Quite the contrary, 
in fact. He didn't even feel angry at Ray; after all, Bob had enjoyed his 
wife, and despite Sally's tempestuous exit, he had the feeling that his own 
wife wasn't exactly bored either. So he allowed himself to sink back onto 
the couch as Tina went upstairs. 

* * * 

"Sally? Can I come in?" Tina paused for a moment outside the closed bedroom 
door before pushing it open and slipping inside. Sally was sprawled face 
down on the huge double bed, her face buried in the pillow, sobbing 
brokenly. Tina walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed 
beside her and began stroking her back soothingly. 

"It's okay, honey," she whispered sympathetically. "Go ahead, cry. You've 
been through a lot today. When you're all through I'll dry your eyes and 
we'll talk, just like we used to, okay?" 

"What's there to talk about?" Sally sobbed, although Tina's words and the 
soft touch of her hand on her back soothed her in spite of her unhappiness. 
"I don't know how I can ever face any of you again." 

"Now is that any way to talk to someone you swore would be your friend 
forever?" Tina asked teasingly. "Come on," she insisted, "it's time we 
talked some girl talk. So dry your eyes and tell Tina why you're so upset." 

"Why I'm so upset?" Sally couldn't believe her ears. "You saw what happened 
down there!" The shock of her friend's nonchalant question distracted her 
from her tears and she turned over and sat up. 

"Honey, what happened downstairs was perfectly natural and understandable. 
Maybe a little too sudden for you to handle all at once, but.... 

"Natural and understandable? It was disgusting, terrible! Oh, how could I 
ever have let it happen?" She buried her head in her hands again, in another 
outburst of weeping. Tina waited until she had cried herself out. Obviously 
this was going to take drastic measures. 

"Where're my cigarettes?" Sally asked, finally, groping blindly over the 
bed. 

"Here, have one of mine," Tina offered, holding out a box that Sally had 
never seen before. 

"What kind are these?" 

"They're Mexican. I get them in the city. Just light up and inhale deeply. 
You'll feel better." 

* * * 

Downstairs in the living room, Ray and Bob were also lighting up. 

"I've never smoked pot before," Bob admitted, as he accepted the tightly 
rolled joint of marijuana Ray handed to him. 

"Just inhale deeply and take the smoke all the way in. I think you'll dig 
it." 

"Are ... are you and Tina 'swingers?'" Bob asked hesitantly, after he had 
taken a long drag on the cigarette and passed it back to Ray. 

Ray smiled at his use of the unfamiliar term. "What exactly do you mean?" he 
asked. 

"Well, do you get into scenes like this often? Wife-swapping and that sort 
of thing?" 

"You might say that," Ray assented, handing the sweet-smelling cigarette 
back to him. "Except we don't call it swinging or swapping." 

"What do you call it?" Bob was having difficulty talking and holding his 
breath at the same time. 

"Oh, freedom is the closest, I guess. Doing whatever you want, when you 
want, and with whoever you want. like tonight." 

"That film was really something," Bob reflected, closing his eyes. His 
comment didn't seem to call for a reply, so Ray leaned back in his chair and 
watched him. He could almost see him relaxing as the thick smoke of the 
pungent drug filled his lungs. 

Bob was becoming a little light-headed, almost weightless. "Really 
something," he repeated, for no particular reason, except that he was 
vividly remembering images from the film Tina's huge, cream-white breasts 
filling the screen, and her tight pink cunt lewdly clutched around his 
hard-driving cock no, wait, that wasn't in the film, that was real, it had 
happened this afternoon. He opened his eyes. The living room looked 
different somehow, brighter. And Ray the outlines of his body were becoming 
liquid and his features were changing. Somehow it all seemed perfectly 
natural, though, even pleasant. 

"Did you say something?" he asked suddenly. 

Ray smiled knowingly. It was only a matter of time. "No, man. Not a thing." 

* * * 

"Sally, come over to the mirror. I want to show you something." 

Tina had watched her friend smoke the entire marijuana joint while she had 
smoked one herself. Sally definitely seemed more relaxed now, and she 
offered no resistance as Tina led her across the room to the large 
full-length mirror. She felt strange, but not at all uncomfortable, as 
though she'd had a little too much to drink; not enough to make her drunk, 
just tipsy and pleasantly high. But how can that be? she asked herself. She 
hadn't had anything but a little wine at dinner. The soft scent of Tina's 
perfume reached her nostrils. It was like a flower garden, and she smiled to 
herself. "You smell good," she murmured, inhaling deeply. 

"So do you," Tina said, standing next to her with an arm around her 
shoulders and burying her nose in Sally's soft blonde hair. "Good enough to 
eat." 

Tina's words struck Sally as extraordinarily funny, and she broke into peals 
of laughter, until she had to lean on her friend for support. She couldn't 
imagine why she suddenly felt so good, so light. Everything seemed 
wonderful! Tina was laughing too, and it seemed to Sally that they were 
children again, huddling together in her bedroom, trying to be quiet so her 
parents wouldn't hear them. "Ssssshhhh," she hissed loudly. "There's school 
tomorrow." And the very idea sent her off into hysterical giggles again. 

"You watch in the mirror, Sally. I'm going to show you something." Standing 
behind her, Tina reached both arms around her friend's waist, untied the 
sash of the black lounging pajamas and slipped the satiny garment off her 
soft white shoulders. 

"See how pretty you are, Sally?" Tina murmured, running her tapering fingers 
over her smooth, sloping shoulders and down the sides of her arms; her downy 
blonde hair was soft under her hands. Sally felt delicious little tremors 
everywhere Tina's hands touched her, and the cool night air felt lovely on 
her nakedly exposed skin. 

"Mmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her head roll lazily on 
her shoulders. "That feels good." 

"I'm going to make you feel very good, Sally," Tina whispered, brushing 
aside her friend's soft blonde hair and running her tongue down the side of 
her neck, first on one side and then the other. "Maybe better than you've 
ever felt before." 

Sally laughed a little and stretched as she felt Tina unhook her brassiere 
and slip it down over her arms. She raised her arms high over her head and 
luxuriated in the wonderful feeling of freedom now that her breasts were out 
of the restraint of the tight-fitting garment. Opening her eyes, she was 
fascinated by her own reflection in the mirror. Curious, she reached up and 
touched the soft fullness of the underside of her breasts. She had almost 
never allowed herself to touch herself or look at her own body in the 
mirror. 

"It's sinful to admire your own body," she said in a puzzled, child-like 
voice, as though she were repeating something she had heard but never quite 
understood. 

"Not when the body is as beautiful as yours is," Tina countered, placing her 
own hands over Sally's and beginning to knead and manipulate the firm 
swelling mounds. "See? They're the color of cream, and they're so soft and 
nice to touch, aren't they?" Sally felt a sudden stab of arousal go through 
her at the sight of her hands massaging her own breasts. 

She turned her body this way and that, unconsciously assuming poses, arching 
her back to emphasize the fullness of her full round breasts, raising her 
arms over her head, in imitation of photographs she had seen, or of Tina in 
the movie. Tina watched her for a few moments, then slipped her thumbs under 
the tight elastic waistband of Sally's black satin lounging pajamas. Slowly 
she eased them down over Sally's gently swaying hips and thighs until they 
fell in a heap around her ankles, leaving her clad only in her thin white 
bikini panties. 

Tina could feel her own breathing begin to come faster at the sight of her 
friend's nearly naked body. She'd never made love with a woman except in the 
sex shows she'd appeared in, and that was different than this somehow. This 
was more intimate and exciting, more real than a staged performance. She 
unzipped her own dress and pulled it lightly over her shoulders and off. She 
was wearing only a thin chemise under it, a clinging, lacey garment that 
clung to her breasts and buttocks, so short that the bottom of her black 
bikini panties was just visible under the hem at the back. The outline of 
her already hardened nipples was clearly visible under the smooth thin 
material. 

She took another joint from the box on the bed and lit it. She wanted to 
take her time about this, make it last as long as possible. "Here," she 
said, gliding smoothly across the room to where Sally was still mesmerized 
before the mirror. "Have a little more." 

Sally's eyes were glazed and dreamy as she turned to her friend. She felt as 
though she were floating, and Tina also seemed to be outside of gravity, an 
apparition from another world standing there in the cream-colored chemise, 
her auburn hair cascading down in long waves over her tawny shoulders. She 
accepted the joint with one hand, and with the other, almost unconsciously, 
she reached out and touched Tina's long silky hair. Her heart began to beat 
faster, remembering Tina as she had been in the film that evening, so lewdly 
exposed, her legs spread wide before her husband's onslaught of passion. 
There was something strangely exciting about it, although Sally knew that it 
was terribly wrong. But her sense of right and wrong seemed less potent than 
before, as though the violent sexuality she had experienced in the past 
twenty-four hours had weakened it, leaving her aware only of the sense of 
pleasure that pervaded her body as she lightly stroked Tina's hair, then 
experimentally lowered her hand to touch her ripe full breast. 

Tina drew in her breath sharply at her friend's touch. She could feel their 
mutual excitement; it was almost tangible in the air of the darkened 
bedroom. She coupled Sally's face in her hands, slowly drew her closer and 
pressed her lips against her friend's in a long tender kiss. 

Sally was momentarily shocked at the sensation of feminine flesh against her 
own, Tina was so smooth, so soft, so gentle ... it felt so different from 
the hard muscular bodies of their husbands. Somewhere in the back of Sally's 
drug-hazed mind a voice was shrieking at her to stop screaming out that 
kissing Tina was perverted and disgusting! But enchanted by the languorous 
waves of pleasure that were coursing through her almost naked body, she 
ignored the warnings. Then and there she severed herself from the voice of 
conscience and began kissing her friend back passionately on the lips. Tina 
moaned softly as she felt Sally's lips press urgently against her own, then 
clasped her closer, running her hands over the silky skin of her back and 
down over her round, swelling buttocks, beneath the tight little panties. 

Taking a step backwards, Tina crossed her arms in front of her and began 
raising the hem of the thin chemise up ... up ... over her head until she 
too was naked except for her tiny black panties. Then she pulled Sally back 
into a close embrace, luxuriating in the pleasure of their bare chests 
against each other, as she undulated softly against Sally's body. 

Sally worked her trembling hands upwards between their tightly locked bodies 
until she found the full mounds of Tina's firmly swelling breasts. She felt 
the wide, soft nipples grow wrinkled and taut under her touch. They seemed 
to function all by themselves. Her own nipples, too, she realized, were 
growing hard as Tina manipulated the rosy tips, running the palms of her 
hands over them until they stood up in tight little points. Then Tina's 
coppery head was bent over her, and she was taking her friend's nipples 
between her lips, sucking and biting them and sending shivers of excitement 
through Sally's whole body. 

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, running her hands through the flaming strands of 
Tina's hair, which brushed silkily over the nakedly exposed skin of her 
breasts and stomach. Then she felt Tina's hands behind her, inside the 
elastic waistband of her white nylon panties, slowly pulling the flimsy 
garment down over her smoothly rounded hips and legs. Sally separated her 
trembling thighs slightly to give them easier passage. She felt as though 
she were lost in a wonderful, sensuous dream, far from the everyday world of 
Piney Hills. She was an exotic, passionate creature who lived only for 
pleasure. 

She was dazzled by the reflection she saw in the mirror. There she was, 
completely naked now, with Tina on her knees in front of her, running her 
hands over the firm, slightly rounded contours of her belly, and her smooth 
tapering thighs. It was unreal, as though she were a priestess or an ancient 
love goddess, suddenly reincarnated in the twentieth century. The image 
excited her, and she found herself growing increasingly aroused, as Tina's 
tongue began to flick lightly over her abdomen, sending lewd licking little 
flames of desire shooting through her body. 

Tina stood up suddenly, and stepped out of her own thin panties. The dark, 
coppery bush of her pubic hair stood out in sharp relief against her golden 
skin. Her eyes were bright with desire as she took in Sally's voluptuously 
naked body. Taking her timid friend's hand, she led her to the bed and 
gently eased her back on it, lying down beside her. She separated Sally's 
legs with her hands, and began running her fingers through the golden curls 
of her pubic hair, all the while murmuring velvety endearments in her ear. 
Her lewdly probing middle finger slowly insinuated itself between the soft 
fleshy outer lips, and began to stroke back and forth over the whole expanse 
of Sally's vaginal area, feeling the warm moistness of her pussy entrance 
and the hard little bud of her clitoris. She'd certainly gotten her wish for 
this evening, Tina mused dreamily in a drug-induced haze, seizing first one 
and then the other of Sally's quivering nipples between her lips. This was 
something she hadn't done before although she'd always wanted to, ever since 
they were children playing innocently together in this very house. Even 
then, the sight of Sally's semi-naked body had sent shivers of excitement 
through Tina and now, at last, she was going to satisfy her curiosity and 
her longing. 

Without abandoning her hold on Sally's nakedly defenseless body, Tina 
shifted her position on the bed so that she was kneeling up between her 
friend's lewdly spread legs, and using both hands, began to separate the 
hair-lined lips that rimmed Sally's vaginal entrance. The flesh of her pussy 
was of a deep pink hue, almost lavender, in her present excited state. A few 
drops of moisture had seeped out of the inner passage and trickled down 
towards her anus, darkly concealed between the voluptuous mounds of her 
buttocks. Tina spread Sally's thighs as wide as they would go and suddenly 
dove headfirst into her tempting golden triangle, pressing her friend's 
thighs against her flushed cheeks and burying herself in the warm wetness of 
her cunt. She loved the pungent female aroma of her friend's body and the 
feel of the soft smooth flesh against hers. Her pink tongue snaked out 
suddenly and ran up and down the whole length of her vulva. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Sally groaned suddenly, half in ecstasy, half in surprise at 
Tina's startling hot touch. Her mind clouded by the drug she had smoked, she 
tried feebly to wriggle away from her friend's grasp, but Tina held her down 
firmly against the bed. 

"NNNNNnnnooooo!" she moaned again, feeling Tina's tongue lewdly probing far 
up into her warmly flowing pussy. But her objections were overcome by the 
tremors of desire that seemed to originate deep inside her nakedly writhing 
belly and emanate outward through her whole body. She felt lewd, obscene and 
she LOVED IT! SHE WANTED IT TO GO ON!... 

* * * 

"Why don't you go upstairs and see how the girls are doing?" Ray suggested 
to Bob, who was leaning back against the couch in a drug-induced haze 
similar to his wife's. He had almost lost consciousness of time and place. 
His body felt light, relaxed, buoyant. 

"That's a good idea," Bob agreed, and was surprised that his own voice 
seemed to come from very far away. 

"Easy there," Ray cautioned as Bob, struck by a wave of dizziness, almost 
fell over as he got to his feet. The room seemed to be going around, and he 
had to support himself against the wall and the banister as he made his way 
unsteadily upstairs. Outside the door of his bedroom he paused to listen, 
hoping dazedly to catch some fragment of conversation that would give him a 
clue as to the state of things within. All he could hear were obscene little 
liquid sounds and an occasional low moan. 

"Oooohhh, Tina, that feels so good. Let me do it to you, too!" he heard his 
wife exclaim. Bob couldn't believe his ears. What the hell is going on in 
there? he wondered. It sounds as though they 're fucking! 

Pushing the door open, Bob had to control himself from crying out at the 
scene that met his drug-fogged eyes. His wife and her friend were in the 
middle of the double bed in a sixty-nine position, lapping eagerly at each 
other's cunts, clutching each other's lewdly squirming buttocks with their 
hands, and moaning and twisting in what looked like rapt ecstasy. 

"I must be hallucinating," he thought, rubbing his eyes and trying to 
clarify his focus. The lascivious scene was still taking place. Sally and 
Tina were ... were eating each other out and showing every sign of enjoying 
it! 

Bob's penis gave an excited lurch at the lewd sight. He'd never seen such a 
tantalizing array of breasts and buttocks and pussies. Tina was straddled 
over Sally's face, her own face buried up between his wife's legs, which 
were spread wide in lewd sexual abandon as she pulled her friend down 
farther on her eagerly lapping mouth. A spasm of arousal tore through him, 
and feverishly his hands reached for the zipper of his fly, freeing his 
already bulging cock from the confines of his trousers. He clasped it in his 
fist, bending his knees a little and arching his back to push it forward as 
he began manipulating it obscenely up and down, feeling his balls begin to 
throb and tighten as he did so. 

If his wife and Tina had noticed his arrival on the scene, they showed no 
sign that it disturbed them. Their bodies, gleaming with passion-induced 
perspiration, continued to undulate obscenely together. Both women moaned 
and writhed ecstatically as their eager mouths pressed hungrily up into each 
other's pussies. Bob could see the bobbing, fleshy mounds of Tina's buttocks 
as she crushed her cunt against Sally's whirling, ramming tongue. Waves of 
excitement shot through him. With one hand he rapidly manipulated his 
moistened, blood-engorged cock, and with the other he tenderly massaged his 
throbbing balls. 

"Uunnnggghhh!" Sally moaned, as Tina's tongue lewdly slavered the full 
length of her pussy and skewered hotly up into her steaming vagina. She had 
never felt anything like it before in her life. She had never even let her 
husband touch her there, but now she began to realize that she had been 
missing something wonderful. Perhaps it was shameful, degrading to be 
explored so intimately down there, but there was an overwhelming salacious 
pleasure about it too, that made her spread her legs wider and arch herself 
lewdly upwards against the other woman's viciously probing mouth, all the 
while she wanted to resist it too. She had never felt so lusty, so carnal, 
so totally sensual! 

She even liked the sensation of pushing her own oral member deep into Tina's 
cunt. The taste was strange and musky, but not at all unpleasant. It was odd 
but it was almost like fucking herself, because everything she did to Tina, 
Tina did in return, so that she was receiving the same sensations she was 
creating in her red-haired friend. It became like a game. Sally moved her 
tongue to Tina's clitoris and circled it wildly, flicking it excruciatingly 
back and forth, and an instant later, her own rigidly erect little bud was 
exploding in almost unbearable pleasure as Tina's tongue replied. 

Tina's tongue-fucking became faster and faster as she felt the approach of 
her orgasm. Her womb was contracting wildly, sending little rivulets of 
moisture trickling down between her creamy thighs and into Sally's eagerly 
lapping mouth. This was what she lived for, erotic pleasures, each one 
sending her to new heights of ecstasy and undreamed of delight! And now she 
had not only possessed Bob, but was also taking pleasure with his wife, her 
oldest and dearest friend. The thought of such an obscene depravity 
increased her excitement, and she redoubled her lascivious tongue-fucking of 
Sally's hotly steaming pussy. 

Bob could feel himself break out into a sweat as he watched the two 
beautiful women from the doorway. His thickly swollen penis was an angry 
purplish color and his hot male seed was straining desperately for release. 
He could feel it coiling like a spring deep within his balls, ready to gush 
outward in only a matter of seconds. The marijuana he had smoked downstairs 
made him aware of every nuance of pleasure with a clarity he had never known 
before. He felt potent, strong, like a bull! He could cum forever! He had 
never seen his cock so hugely distended; it looked like a ramrod, upright 
and powerful! He wanted to plunge it immediately into something soft, batter 
it relentlessly up into a tight grasping little female pussy! 

"Hey man!" He hadn't noticed Ray's approach, so absorbed was he in watching 
Tina and Sally and in manipulating himself into a frenzy of lust. "What are 
you beating your meat out in the hall for? Why don't we go in there and give 
them what they can never give each other?" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Bob didn't need any extended urging. As soon as Ray's meaning was clear to 
him, he flung open the door and was inside his bedroom, ripping off his 
clothes as he went. Ray was right behind him. 

Just as they entered, their wives reached their climax. 

"Ooooohhhhh," Sally moaned. "I'm cu ... cu ... cumming! I'M 
CUUUUMMMMIINNNGGG!" 

Tina's voice joined hers, rising in a high-pitched wail. Their bodies began 
bucking furiously, lewdly on the bed, the only thing keeping them together 
being the tight grasp each woman had around the other's hips. They rolled 
over and over on the bed, feeling their simultaneous orgasms taking them up, 
up into an all-enveloping, mind-shattering delight where they drifted for an 
instant, moaning softly, melded into one cataclysmic climax. 

Sally's eyes were closed. She was floating, incredibly free of all the cares 
of her everyday housewife's existence. Tina, too, her head resting lightly 
on Sally's thigh, felt unutterably content. She rolled over languorously on 
the bed, stretching herself from top to toe, and slowly opened her eyes. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled at the sight that greeted her. "Sally, it 
looks like we've got company." 

"B-Bob!" Sally stuttered, seeing her tall husband towering over her. He was 
completely naked, and from her position on the bed, looked even taller than 
he was. His stiff, blood-engorged cock stood up sharply from the jungle-like 
tangle of his dark pubic hair, the veins swollen and distended, and she 
could see a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip. "H-how long have you 
been watching?" she asked timidly, trying to cover her nakedness with the 
bedspread. 

"Long enough!" Bob growled back, less in anger than in lust, for the wanton 
double tongue-fucking he had just witnessed had aroused him almost to the 
bursting point. 

"We came up to see how the peacemaking was coming." Ray grinned from the 
other side of the bed, where he also was naked and grasping his turgid shaft 
in his fist. "And we decided to join the party." 

"That's right," Bob agreed, suddenly pushing his wife back on the bed and 
straddling her naked body with his long legs. "You're so good with your 
tongue, baby, let's see what you can do with it to my cock!" 

Sally was shocked! Her husband saying such obscene things to her? Why it was 
preposterous, and she was tempted to rise up in outrage and stalk angrily 
from the room. Sensing her impulse. Bob pinned her shoulders to the bed with 
his hands, rendering her struggles useless. 

She looked up at his face and saw a look in his eyes that she had seen only 
once before that night he had so brutally and mercilessly ass-fucked her 
naked lust, ugly and frightening, but exciting, too. What on earth did he 
have in mind? 

"Suck my cock!" he hissed, moving upward on the bed until his hairy balls 
were dangling directly over her face. She stared fascinated at their soft 
swollen surface. Every contour seemed alive and moving, as the sperm-bloated 
sacs tightened themselves before her eyes. 

"Suck it!" he ordered sharply again, probing against her still resisting 
lips with the rubbery head of his lust-swollen penis. She felt like a slave, 
a whore, powerless to fend him off as he swayed lewdly above her. He didn't 
even look like her mild-mannered husband anymore. His sandy hair was in wild 
disarray and his lean and rangy body, usually so familiar and comforting, 
seemed savage and cruel. She was both fascinated and repelled, and like an 
automaton, began to comply with his brusque command. 

At first, she only brushed her lips lightly over the tip of the threatening, 
bulging organ, keeping her mouth tightly closed. Surely he wasn't serious in 
expecting her to ... to suck it! Maybe he would change his mind if she gave 
him this token cooperation. But no! 

"I SAID SUCK IT, YOU BITCH!" he bellowed, yanking her tousled blonde hair so 
hard that it brought tears to her eyes, and forcing her head back to gain 
access to her reluctantly pursed lips. Tentatively, Sally put her mouth 
around the huge rubbery cock-head. 

She was surprised to find that it felt smooth, almost velvety to the touch. 

"Oooooohhhh," Bob moaned as her lips sent a shock through his already 
seething cock-head. "Lick it! Use your fucking talented tongue, goddam it! 
Oh, yeah! That's it!" 

Ray and Tina watched Bob's oral rape of his wife from the other side of the 
bed, savoring every detail. They derived almost as much excitement from 
watching the sexual activities of others as they did from exhibiting their 
own. 

"Okay, baby, you know what I like," Ray muttered, stretching out on the bed 
next to Sally, but with his head in the other direction. Tina positioned 
herself up between his legs, and hunched on all fours so that she could run 
her tongue moistly up and down the length of his thick, throbbing cock. 

"Glad to be of service, lover," she murmured blithely, seizing his mammoth 
blood-engorged shaft in her hands, while her tongue circled the tip, 
flicking tantalizingly over the sensitive underside and causing her husband 
to grunt with pleasure. She pushed the tip of her tongue against the dark 
split in the center, opening it a little, then plunged downward over the 
shaft, sucking hard all the way. 

When Ray's cock was sufficiently hard and he was moaning beneath her on the 
bed, Tina pulled herself up on the bad, straddling her husband's body so 
that her pussy was poised over his hungrily burgeoning cock. Spreading her 
legs wide, she braced herself on the bed with one hand, and with the other, 
seized his rock-hard penis and prepared to lower herself onto it. 

First, however, she rubbed the tip up and down the full length of her hotly 
seeping pussy, teasing him with its soft wetness, almost taking it into her, 
but not quite. 

Ray arched his pelvis lewdly upward, straining desperately to penetrate her, 
but she was always a little out of reach. She pressed the huge blood-filled 
head against her hotly throbbing clitoris, twisting her soft pussy lips in 
quick little circular motions that drove him wild with desire. Still he 
enjoyed what she was doing. He liked the fact that she was as aggressive and 
demanding sexually as he was. It made their fucking a taunting, fiery 
contest, in which both sides ultimately won. 

Tina smiled archly down at her husband, and ran her tongue lewdly over her 
full, sensuous lips. "Oh, lover, I love your big thick cock," she murmured. 

"Then stop playing around and put it in your pussy!" he growled, half in 
jest, half in earnest. 

"All in good time, lover, all in good time," she cooed provocatively, 
bending over him so that her huge breasts were just above his face. Ray 
cupped his hands around them, and sucked first one pinkish aureole and then 
the other. Tina straightened up, and began to ease herself down on his cock, 
slowly, taking first only the huge, bulbous tip, raising herself up and down 
on it and rotating her hips. She plunged down suddenly, and then withdrew, 
repeating the motion several times, each time taking his hotly throbbing 
shaft deeper up into her nakedly seething pussy. 

"Ride, baby, ride," Ray commanded huskily, seizing her lewdly dancing 
buttocks and grinding his pelvis up against her. 

Sally was shocked to feel Ray's and Tina's bodies next to her and to hear 
the lewd words they were exchanging. Their position on the bed was such that 
Ray's cock, now mounted obscenely by Tina, was right next to her head. Tina 
and Bob, both upright, were practically facing each other. Suddenly Sally 
was aware of a hand on her leg, forcing her to flex her knee, and exploring 
her undefended pussy. Tina's husband was spreading her legs and running his 
finger up and down the entrance to her vagina! 

At the same time, Bob was still plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her 
mouth. She felt defiled, humiliated at first. She wanted to cry out in shame 
and horror, but it was impossible. To one side she could see nothing but her 
friend Tina bouncing up and down on Ray's desire-hardened cock. Her own 
husband's lust-engorged cock and balls and the firm muscular planes of his 
stomach and his dark wavy pubic hair filled her vision to the front, and her 
own lasciviously aroused pussy was beginning to throb and grow moist at the 
merest touch of Ray's hands. It seemed as though there was nothing but naked 
skin and obscene couplings everywhere! 

And yet ... and yet, somewhere a feeling was beginning to surface in Sally's 
consciousness, a dark salacious enjoyment of what was happening, despite, no 
because of the indecency and lewdness of the situation. She had done more in 
the past two days than she had ever done in her entire life. She had been 
cruelly fucked in the rectum by her own husband, then taken by a total 
stranger in the back of his station wagon, had responded to obscene and 
immoral movies, wantonly probed her tongue deep up into her best friend's 
pussy and delighted in receiving the same depraved caress, and now her mouth 
was filled with her husband's huge cock and another man was finger-fucking 
her between the legs as he fucked his own wife right next to her! With each 
forbidden act, she had soared to new heights of erotic pleasure, and now she 
was beginning to realize through the haze of the marijuana they had all 
smoked, that this was what she wanted. She had wanted it all along! She had 
no more moral force left to resist her body's unappeased hunger! With a low 
sensuous moan, she surrendered, lewdly spreading her legs wide and taking 
Bob's cock fully into her mouth. 

Ray was immediately aware of the change in her and he began massaging her 
tense little clitoris harder, at the same time spreading her soft pussy lips 
wider so that he could see the full tantalizing length of her wet pink cunt. 
A whitish liquid was collecting around the tight vaginal entrance, proof of 
Sally's arousal, as her body made itself ready to be penetrated. Keeping his 
thumb on her turgid, tortured clitoris, Ray slipped his middle finger deeply 
up into her vagina, feeling her muscles swiftly contract around it. She was 
warm and wet inside, with a thick musky perfume that intoxicated him. He 
circled his middle finger around up inside her, feeling the soft cushiony 
mound of her cervix and the hotly contracting walls of her vagina. 

This was the sort of scene the photographer loved his fingers in one chick's 
cunt, while another pumped up and down on his cock. If he'd had his way 
there would have been another lush young body for his other hand, and still 
another squatting over his face, her pussy opened and anxious for his lewdly 
probing tongue! 

Bob also felt the sudden change in his wife's response. All at once Sally's 
mouth seized his cock eagerly, rather than resignedly, and she took him all 
the way up into her warmly sucking depths until she almost gagged from the 
pressure of his massively straining cock against the back of her tender 
throat. Her sudden acceptance thrilled him, and he plunged farther up into 
her mouth, lewdly gyrating his pelvis, exploring every centimeter of her 
oral cavity, relishing the feel of her warm wet tongue on the sensitive 
underside of his churning organ. At the same time he couldn't take his eyes 
off of Tina's full dancing breasts alongside of him, bobbing obscenely up 
and down as she fucked herself up and down on her husband's cock. 

Maybe I'm going to regret this in the morning, he thought dazedly, but hot 
damn, I'm gonna have a time tonight! He leaned over and grabbed one of 
Tina's breasts, burying his fingers in its round cushiony softness. He was 
beginning to suspect that he wouldn't regret it after all. It felt too good! 
He'd never imagined anything like this, not in his wildest dreams, but now 
that it was here, actually happening to him, he felt a sense of wild release 
like nothing he'd ever known before ... not just a sexual release, but a 
sense of ... of freedom! That was it! Just as Ray had said. Maybe it was the 
pot, maybe it was just that he'd kept himself in so long that now he had to 
explode. But he didn't care! 

"Oh suck me, baby! Suck me good!! " he cried, ramming his lust-stiffened 
penis into his wife's mouth. He felt like a sultan surrounded by his harem, 
free to do as he pleased with them, sharing them with Ray, the visiting 
potentate. 

Tina leaned over and kissed him full on the lips, lewdly flicking her tongue 
in and out of his mouth like a snake, sucking and biting on his lower lip 
and pressing her crazily swaying breasts against his muscular chest, never 
losing a stroke in the furious fucking she was giving Ray. She blew 
maddening little currents of air into his ear, then drilled deep into it 
with her swirling tongue, sending shivers up and down his spine. With one 
hand she reached behind her to squeeze Ray's lust-tightened balls, allowing 
her well-manicured nails to scrape lightly over the surface and down his 
sensitive inner thigh. 

She, too, wished there were more hot, writhing bodies to enjoy. She would 
have liked another cock up her ass, and another in her mouth, and one in 
each hand, and another and another and another! She didn't think she could 
ever get her fill of thick male cocks! She wanted to be surrounded by them, 
taken everywhere! The only time she'd ever come close to having enough was 
when she was fifteen and had been gangbanged by all the guys in the racing 
club. She could still remember it vividly bodies everywhere in the 
clubhouse, watching her, fucking her, lewdly spreading her legs, kneading 
her breasts, forcing their cocks in her mouth. She'd loved it! She'd even 
asked for it, taunting them all evening by sashaying around in a low-cut 
black top and a pair of tight red toreador pants that left almost nothing to 
the imagination, not even the crack of her ass and cunt. She'd asked for it 
and she'd gotten it all night long. Her pussy had ached for days afterwards. 
She could hardly walk, in fact, but it had given her a taste of something 
she knew she wanted more of, and she'd devoted most of her time ever since 
to the pursuit of pleasure. 

The memory increased her lewd excitement, and she flung her head back, 
relaxing against her husband's raised knees and letting him pump his 
buttocks up and down while she bounced easily with every stroke, lewdly 
impaled on his hard-driving cock. Bob's hands were all over her, running 
over her breasts, down to the soft contours of her belly, over her clitoris 
where it was pulled and twisted by Ray's relentlessly fucking penis, and she 
wriggled sensuously under the contact of the two men. 

"Fuck me, lover, fuck me good! Oh, I love your big hard cock shoved all the 
way up in my pussy like that! DO IT HARDER! HARDER!! " she cried, pressing 
downward against Ray's lust-crazed cock. 

Ray responded gladly to his wife's demands, raising her halfway off the bed 
with each pounding, battering upstroke. He could feel his balls dangling 
between her legs, brushing against his thighs as he pumped furiously into 
her. 

Christ, she's a fuckin' nymph! he thought, watching her twist and turn and 
revel in the dissolute fucking she was receiving. He was willing to bet she 
didn't even know who was socking it to her when she really got carried away. 
All she knew was cock and balls feeding her hungry, greedy little pussy. 
Well, I got the cock and balls you're after, baby, he thought, grinding 
against her. 

Suddenly, he shoved two fingers deep up into Sally's cunt and felt her 
pelvis twist down on them. Even though her movements were restricted by 
Bob's body on top of her, the lower half of her body was going wild. He 
stretched her tightly constricting vagina with his fingers, as wide as he 
could. Her body couldn't seem to decide whether it wanted to get away or 
press closer. Withdrawing a little, he ran his middle finger teasingly 
downward from her pinkly glistening cunt, searching for the tight puckered 
hole of her anus. Forcefully he pressed against it, until it gave way 
slightly and he had his middle finger inside up to the end of his nail. 

"Nnnnooooo!" Sally wailed, feeling him probing at her still tender rectal 
entrance. But her cries were lost around her husband's shaft of demanding 
flesh, still sunk deep in her mouth. Ray inched his middle finger steadily 
up into Sally's tormented back passage, and she felt as though she were on 
fire inside. His other finger was still thrust deep in her hotly seeping 
vagina, sending erotic sensations flooding through her nakedly entrapped 
flesh, and the pain in her rectum seemed somehow to blend with the pleasure 
in her cunt. Suddenly she was grinding down on his hand, welcoming the 
surging feeling of heat that seemed to reach up to her stomach, her breasts, 
her mouth, right up to the top of her head. 

Hardly aware of what she was doing, Sally grasped Bob's buttocks in her 
hands, pulling him closer, and began sucking on his cock as she never had 
before. She flung her legs back giving Ray total access to her madly 
pulsating cunt and tightly clutching ass-hole. She felt like a whore, a 
slut, every name she'd ever heard. But the lewd churning sensations in her 
body made it all right! She wanted it! Wanted this incredible mouth-fucking 
and finger-fucking! Her body was aching for it! It felt so good! Better than 
anything she'd ever experienced before! To be penetrated in two places at 
once, powerless to stop it, unable to do anything except submit to her own 
desire and the lust of the two men who were fucking her so mercilessly! It 
was everything she'd ever been warned against! She was losing control 
totally, sinking into an abyss of pure, ravenous lust, and she was actually 
eager for it to happen! 

"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, taking her husband's thick shaft deeply up into her 
mouth. She wanted to suck him now. Her fingers wormed around his obscenely 
swaying balls, and she began kneading and squeezing them. She withdrew her 
mouth from his penis for an instant and buried her nose in the softness 
beneath it, relishing the heady aroma they emitted. 

"UUnnnnngggghhh!" Bob grunted, feeling her nuzzle and lick at his throbbing 
balls, setting off a river of fire somewhere in his loins. 

"I'm going to suck you, lover, oh I'm going to suck you dry!" Sally 
murmured, feeling his spasm of passion. 

Bob was thunderstruck! Sally had never said anything so lewd to him before! 
She actually wanted to suck him! With an agonized moan, he sank his shaft 
back up into the buttery depths of her mouth. He could feel his seed 
churning deep in his balls, and he wanted to release it instantly, but he 
held back, equally anxious to make it last as long as possible. 

Tina bent over so that she was on all fours and rocked back and forth on 
Ray's powerfully driving cock. It was stroking faster and faster, and she 
leaned into each surging thrust. Her whole body was centered on the spot 
inside her which received his mercilessly ramming prods. Her eyes were 
closed and she was moaning slightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her 
body. She rotated her hips, screwing backwards, and pressed her breasts down 
hard against his chest, running her moist pink tongue over his neck and 
shoulder. 

"Oh lover make me cum!" she pleaded throatily. 

"All in good time, baby, all in good time," Ray taunted her, smiling up at 
her and continuing his explorations of Sally's tight clasping ass-hole and 
furiously sucking cunt. 

"You're a bastard, you know that?" Tina moaned. 

"And you're a bitch, a hot little bitch in heat, and that's why we're made 
for each other," Ray growled, giving a sudden lunge with his pelvis that 
nearly lifted her off the bed, and then subsiding into a slower, tantalizing 
rhythm that reminded her of her own teasing motions of a few minutes before. 
She'd made him wait then, and now he was going to pay her back double! 

Tina's lusty pleas for release reached Bob's ears. Sally was milking his 
cock expertly, sucking hard on the tip, running her tongue all around it, 
and up and down the thick bulging shaft. Her hands were kneading his 
sweat-dampened buttocks and it was driving him wild. His balls, slapping 
lewdly against her chin as he drove his sword-like cock in and out of her 
mouth, were tingling and throbbing, heavy with their burning loan of semen. 
He could feel his orgasm approaching, an unbearably tense torment of heat 
deep in his loins. Nearly exhausted, he had to brace himself against the 
back of the bed to maintain his balance. The pressure of Sally's hungrily 
sucking lips reached all the way down into his balls, pulling his hot, 
viscous male fluids upward. Would his wife take it all, or would she cop out 
at the last minute, forcing him to spill his seed on the bedspread? Pushing 
himself upwards again, Bob grabbed her head with both hands, making sure she 
couldn't turn him away. 

Sally could feel the sudden change in his body. His frantically stroking 
cock began to move even faster than before, grinding down on her, pressing 
against the back of her throat until there was nothing she could do but 
receive it. Her head was pinioned by his hands and the weight of his body 
against her shoulders. Her neck arched from bending it forward to admit his 
penis, but it was impossible for her to move. Suddenly he was there! 

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!! ! " he bellowed, and she felt the first jets of thick 
milky liquid spurt out of his still probing shaft against the soft 
defenseless flesh of her throat. The taste was bitter and there was so much 
of it she thought she would choke. 

But at the same time, Ray plunged furiously into her two stretched and 
quivering canals, increasing his strokes until she could feel her own orgasm 
bearing down on her with ungovernable fury. Her womb was opening. She dug 
her heels into the bed, arching her body and twisting her pelvis to feel him 
even deeper up inside her hotly sucking cunt. The thick scalding liquid of 
her husband's cum, spilling out over her lips and running down her cheeks, 
no longer repulsed her. It was part of the whole frenzied thing, and she 
grasped him tighter, milking him avidly and savoring the pungent male taste 
of his semen. She swallowed it all, hungrily, and could hear Tina moaning 
beside her, in the throes of her own orgasm. 

"NOW! NOW! Oh, lover that's it! OH FUCK ME! AAAAAAGGGHHHH!" Ray's cock was 
fucking deep up into her, setting off skyrockets in her head, sending her 
flying. He too was reaching his own climax. 

"I'm comin' to get ya, mama," he crooned, feeling her tight pussy contract 
on his swollen aching cock. "That's it, cum, oh you beautiful cunt, cum, 
cum, CUM, CUUUUUMMMM!" 

Sally wanted to cry out too, but had to content herself with little moans of 
pleasure as she milked the last of the sticky liquid from Bob's still 
frantically jerking penis. For an instant the bed was a lewd morass of 
tangled, writhing, sweating bodies and flailing limbs. Then, gradually, 
their passions began to subside. Tina slumped forward onto Ray's chest. Bob 
rolled over beside Sally and all four lay still. The room was silent, except 
for the sound of their heavy exhausted breathing. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sally was the first of the quartet to stir. Getting shakily to her feet, she 
made her way unsteadily to the bathroom, where she ran a cool glass of water 
to soothe her throat, parched and sore from sucking off her husband so 
lewdly. When she turned on the light over the mirror, she was stunned by her 
reflection. Her face was flushed and pink; her normally clear eyes had grown 
darker, and she looked somehow different than she had looked a few hours 
before. There was a wordly, almost sly look in her eyes that fascinated her. 
It was like the way Tina looked, she realized knowing and sophisticated. 
Without losing sight of her image in the mirror, she splashed cold water 
over her face, and let it run down her neck and shoulders. 

There was a smarting sensation up between her legs. Placing her hand over 
her throbbing vulva, she was amazed at how hot it felt. Even the light touch 
of her fingers made her pussy sting from the almost unbearable friction of 
the finger-fucking she had just been subjected to. Gently she washed the 
tender places with warm water and soap and dried herself with a fluffy bath 
towel. Her mind was blank, unable or unwilling to comment on what had just 
happened. Filling the water glass again, she made her way back into the 
bedroom, not even bothering to cover her nakedness. What was the point? 

On the bed, the other three orgiasts were also stirring. Sally viewed the 
tableau they made, feeling a twinge of disbelief that this lewd display was 
actually taking place on the pristine surface of her own bed. Her childhood 
friend Tina was sprawled face down, one arm flung over her husband's hairy 
chest, her buttocks quivering slightly. Ray was lighting a cigarette, a 
regular one this time, it seemed, and brushing his matted dark hair off his 
face. His cock, so active a few moments before, curved thickly in his pubic 
hair, and his balls were hidden between his legs. Her own husband's legs 
were splayed wide as he lay face up, exhausted from the effort of pumping 
his rod in and out of her mouth. His penis was limp now, resting sleepily on 
the cushion of his soft round testicles. 

Raising himself on his elbow, his eyes met Sally's as she advanced across 
the room. Wordlessly she handed him the water glass and watched him gulp it 
down gratefully, then pass it to Tina. None of them seemed to know what to 
say. Finally Ray and Tina padded into the bathroom and the sounds of running 
water broke the unnatural silence. 

"How do you feel?" Bob asked tentatively as his wife eased herself wearily 
onto the bed beside him. 

"Tired," she replied, closing her eyes and leaning back into the cool 
pillows. "And numb, I guess." 

Bob was a little afraid to touch her. She seemed so distant, almost 
forbidding but strangely relaxed, too. The contours of her face, usually 
rigid and tight with tension, were fluid and full, giving her a frankly 
sensual look he'd never noticed before. Her body was stretched out 
languidly, totally unselfconscious. His own body felt drained and light, and 
he could smell the slightly acrid aroma of his own sweat in his damp 
underarms. 

"What do we do now?" he asked her. 

"I don't know." 

"Do you want a divorce?" 

Sally opened her eyes and looked at him. In spite of all that had happened, 
she knew she still loved him. But how could they ever hope to resume the 
rhythm of their placid life together now? They had changed unalterably. 

"Do you?" 

Bob felt a choking sensation in his throat as he confronted the loaded 
question. 

"...No," he managed to say, and then, overwhelmed at the prospect of 
separating from her, he pulled her close to him, holding her tightly, as 
though he would never let her go. It was so good to hold her warm, familiar 
body in his arms again, and feel her nestle softly against him. 

"I love you," she whispered, burying her head in his shoulder. 

Just then Tina's undraped figure appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. 
Despite his wife's body pressed against him, and the undeniable love he felt 
for her, Bob could not take his eyes off the other woman as she glided 
sinuously across the room. How could he and Sally really work things out 
when he knew that given the slightest chance, he would betray her again? 
Tina's body was still inviting, and there would be others, he was sure of 
it. 

Sally felt his body stiffen, and she looked up to see what had caused it. 
Following his eyes, she too took in Tina's full ripe body, the same body 
that she herself had enjoyed no less than her husband. 

"I see," she murmured with unexpected calm, and leaned back against the 
pillows, casually lighting a cigarette and crossing her long, tapering legs. 
Ray followed his wife into the room, and Sally deliberately let her eyes 
rove over his tight, well-knit frame, dwelling an instant longer on his 
smooth penis, bobbing against the soft round swelling of his balls. 

"I think I know exactly how you feel," she said, arching an eyebrow at her 
husband and surprising him with the insinuation in her voice. Was she trying 
to get even with him, he wondered, for the way he had looked at Tina? 

"Oh God," he moaned. "What are we going to do?" 

"The only thing to do when you've gone too far," Ray interjected blithely, 
"is to go farther." 

"What do you mean?" Bob asked, turning his attention to the other man, who 
was leaning against the door frame surveying their dilemma with an air of 
wry amusement. 

"Look," he began, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed. "Your old 
life doesn't make any sense any more, does it? Right?" 

Bob and Sally looked at each other. "I guess not," Bob replied. 

"Well, why don't you start a new life, one that fits your new, uh, 
preferences?" 

"How could we do that?" Bob was puzzled. 

"Why don't you go into business with Tina and me? We'll incorporate the film 
company, everybody can have equal shares. With all of us working, we can 
make some dynamite movies, children, especially since we all get along 
together so-o-o-o well!" 

"Lover, you're a Genuis!" Tina cried, throwing her arms around his neck and 
suddenly springing upward and wrapping her legs affectionately around his 
waist. 

Ray squeezed her buttocks playfully before easing her down onto the floor. 

"Well Bob? What do you say?" 

"I ... I don't know. You mean we'd all be in the films, just like you and 
Tina tonight?" 

"Sure! Why not? It'd be great!" Tina urged. "What a team!" 

Bob was thunderstruck at the suggestion. It would mean giving up everything 
he'd worked for here in Piney Hills his job, his future, even the house. And 
to fuck in public like that, in front of maybe a room full of people, he 
didn't know if he could carry it off. 

"What do you think, Sally?" he asked his wife. 

"I ... I think Ray's right!" she said suddenly, surprising even herself. 
"It's probably the only way we can stay together, Bob, now that all this has 
happened." 

"Sally..." Bob began, shocked at his wife's sudden acquiescence. 

"Oh Bob, why pretend? It'll never be any good trying to go back to the way 
we were. It's too late for that now. Ray and Tina have opened up a whole new 
world to us. I want to try it, and I think you do, too! Am I wrong?" 

"Right on, baby," Ray mouthed softly, watching Sally with intense interest. 

"NO!" Bob burst out, leaping off the bed and striding angrily around the 
room. "We can't just throw over our lives at the snap of a finger!" 

"Well I can!" Sally flashed back. "And ... and if you won't do it, I'll . . 
, . I'll go alone!" Her angry defiance shocked even her, and the sight of 
her husband's hurt and disbelieving face softened her a little. 

"Oh Bob," she pleaded, going over to him, "Let's give it a try. We wouldn't 
even have to sell the house. We could keep it as a vacation place for the 
four of us. It would be so exciting, darling! Oh let me show you what it 
could be like!" 

Suddenly she was in his arms, forcing her full, ripe body against him, 
kissing him boldly on the lips. Her tongue found its way between his teeth, 
and she darted it lewdly around inside, flicking it over the sensitive roof 
of his mouth and circling his own wet tongue. Her hands roved over his hard 
thighs and around to his tight, firm buttocks. She began snaking her tongue 
all over his body, down over his chest and his flat abdomen, and her hands 
never stopped moving as she slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position 
and took his softened penis into her hands. 

"Don't you want me to do this any more, Bob?" she asked, looking up at him 
archly and cupping her hands around the warm expanse of his testicles. "I've 
only just started to learn how to make you happy. Do you want it all to stop 
just as it's beginning?" 

Her hands on his newly awakened penis sent an electric shock of unexpected 
desire through Bob's body. He was paralyzed with indecision. All he really 
wanted right now was to fuck his wife again, but what about his principles? 

"Tina, help me convince him," Sally commanded, feeling him hesitate. 

"With pleasure, old friend," Tina assented. In an instant, Bob felt the long 
curves of her opulent body against him from the rear. Her breasts crushed 
against his back and he could feel the tingling moistness of her pubic curls 
undulating tauntingly against his naked buttocks. Her-hands encircled his 
chest and she ran her tongue seductively over his neck and ears. Before he 
could resist, the two girls were pulling him over to the bed, pushing him 
down on his back and pressing their nubile young bodies against him. 

Sally took his thickening penis in her hands, rolling it between her palms 
with a newfound expertise. It jerked involuntarily to life, its 
half-erection mute testimony to her skill. Tina meanwhile bent over him from 
the rear, letting her mammoth breasts hang down over his face. Teasingly, 
she swayed her body back and forth, brushing his lips lightly with the 
lust-swollen tips of her nipples, and running her hands down his chest and 
stomach. 

"Ooooohhhhh," Bob sighed, as his lips closed softly over her sweet flesh. 
The musky perfume of her body filled his nostrils and he felt a twinge of 
desire in spite of himself. His hands reached for the soft gleaming mounds 
and he pressed them against his flaming cheeks, feeling drunk with 
sensuality. This was unbelievable! Tina and Sally both making wanton love to 
him, offering their bodies to his enjoyment, stroking and licking him 
lewdly. He was too weak to resist. His wife's hands and softly sucking lips 
were gently coaxing his penis to life. He could feel it rising and swaying 
blindly in the air. I'd be a fool to say no to this, he thought, beginning 
to enjoy the hot tingles in his loins. 

"Hey, lover, why don't you direct?" Tina suggested to her husband, who was 
watching the lewd display from the armchair by the window. "That way Bob'll 
see how easy it is." 

"Good idea," he agreed. Looks like this is going to work out better than I 
expected, he thought to himself, shifting his position to get a better view 
of the action. 

"Sally, get on top of him!" 

Sally immediately obeyed, scrambling out from between Bob's legs and 
straddling him, her pussy poised above his now erect shaft. 

"Now spread your pussy lips with your hand ... That's it...,Run his cock up 
and down your slit to get it moist," Ray continued, seeing the raw pinkness 
of her already tormented pussy between its protective lips. "Bob, hold your 
cock for her and guide her down on it by putting your other hand on her 
hip." 

Numbly Bob followed Ray's instructions. Steadying his rubbery pole with one 
hand, he seized the smooth round swelling of Sally's hip with the other and 
began slowly forcing her down, penetrating her inch by agonizing inch. Sally 
grimaced as she felt her sore little pussy being stretched open again. She 
wasn't sure she could stand it. But she couldn't back out now! She had to 
prove to Bob that this was the way it should be! Ignoring the pain, she 
forced herself lower and lower, spreading her legs lewdly and twisting her 
pelvis, even beginning to enjoy the stinging sensation that permeated her 
cuntal sheath. 

Ray was moving around the bed now, photographing them through his hands with 
an imaginary camera. He was beginning to set up shots, just as if they were 
really filming Tina's roundly quivering buttocks, Sally's tangle of 
straw-colored pubic hair separated by Bob's thick, angry red cock moving 
slowly in and out of her straining vaginal orifice. 

"Tina, squat over his face, facing Sally!" 

His wife responded like the professional she was, pulling her knees up on 
either side of Bob's head. Lying directly beneath the wanton redhead, he 
could see her pink cuntal opening and the nub of her clitoris as she lowered 
herself onto his mouth. Instinctively he reached up and seized the soft 
fleshy mounds of her ass, digging his fingers in and pulling her down on top 
of him. The taste of her pussy was totally female, and Bob felt his body 
begin to tremble with uncontrollable shivers as he tentatively pushed his 
tongue deep into her, then out again, and back along the crack between her 
buttocks to the tight puckered hole of her anus. He ran his tongue lewdly 
around the rim of her ass-hole, causing Tina to moan and jerk her legs 
spasmodically. 

"Oh baby, that feels so good!" she exclaimed, spreading her buttocks wide 
with her hands to give him easier access and moving her pelvis from front to 
back so that his tongue again ran the length of her crevice all the way down 
to her clitoris. 

Bob's hips began to lurch up and down, bouncing Sally on his massively 
surging prick. He could feel it batter against her tender cervix. How good 
it felt to sink into his wife's body again! Her pussy gripped his painfully 
intruding organ, contracting and expanding with each increasingly rapid 
stroke. 

"Oh Bob," she moaned, "fuck me good. Shove your big hard cock into me as far 
as it'll go! Fuck me, oh fuck me-e-e!" 

"That's good," Ray directed. "Now you two girls play with each other, too!" 

Smiling coyly, Sally and Tina reached out to fondle each other's breasts, 
leaning on each other's shoulders so they could bring their delicate tongues 
together. They looked like two wanton nymphs, as their breasts and buttocks 
bounced up and down, and their firm young bodies gyrated this way and that 
with intensifying arousal. 

Ray could feel his interest becoming more than professional, as his rapidly 
stiffening penis began to stir and stand out from his muscular body. Tina's 
tawny complexion next to Sally's glowing blondeness was certainly exciting, 
and it seemed a shame to miss a chance to join the scene. When he was sure 
everything was the way he wanted it, he positioned himself behind his 
redheaded wife and began spreading the cheeks of her ass with his hands. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh," Tina groaned, closing her eyes and sensing what he was about 
to do. He ran his finger down her anal crack to her rectal entrance and 
began probing her tight little hole. 

"Bob, hold her hips with your hands," Ray instructed, spreading his legs 
slightly and grasping his lust-hardened cock with his fist. 

Tina tried to wriggle away, dreading, yet desiring the searing pain she knew 
would follow. But Bob's hands held her fast and his tongue circled around 
her clitoris, sending fiery daggers through her nakedly exposed belly and 
breasts. 

"Ray, don't ... " she pleaded, as she felt the hard rubbery head of her 
husband's penis against her anus. But Ray was not to be stopped. 

"Stop complaining! You know you love it, cunt," he growled, pressing 
mercilessly onward, forcing his cock-head into her tight resistant ass-hole. 

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!" she screamed as she was skewered on his unrelenting rod. 
Her anus was stretched painfully, and she felt as though she would be split 
apart. But Ray was deft in his movements, and just as she was sure she 
couldn't stand it any longer, the thick head penetrated all the way. He 
paused for a moment, savoring the tightness of her widely distended ass, and 
giving her a chance to adjust to the breadth of his rampaging cock deep up 
inside her hopelessly trapped rectum. 

Sally looked sympathetically at her friend, knowing from experience what 
torment she must be going through. Leaning over, she began kissing her 
gently to distract her from the pain, running her tongue wetly over Tina's 
fleshy under lip and massaging her hard pointed nipples with her hands. 
Tina's breath came in short little gasps, and gradually Sally's soothing 
touches, combined with the insistent pressure of Bob's lips and teeth on her 
supersensitive clitoris, were sending irresistible waves of pleasure 
coursing through her body. Gingerly she leaned back slightly against Ray's 
cock, pushing it a little farther up into her ass-hole. 

Feeling her resistance lessen, Ray began fucking in and out, each sodomizing 
thrust taking him deeper until the full throbbing length of his shaft was 
buried to the hilt up in her vainly resisting young anus. 

The others picked up her husband's rhythm. Bob plunged deeply into Sally, 
raising his hips off the bed with each stroke. Sally and Tina ground their 
seething pussies down hard against the blows of the men. Soon all four were 
moving together, in and out, up and down, lost in their frantic fucking. 
Battering cocks bore deep into straining vaginal and rectal sheaths. Bob's 
tongue whirled and rammed into Tina's convulsively grasping cunt, and they 
were all consumed in a frenzy of wild, flailing lust and desire. Their 
grunts and groans filled the bedroom, gaining in momentum and volume as they 
came closer and closer to a climax. 

Bob thought he would explode from the combined stimulus of Sally's grasping, 
milking pussy around his cock and Tina's hot wet pussy bearing down on his 
face. His cock felt like it was on fire as he fucked harder and harder up 
into his wife. 

The two girlfriends could only cling to each other for support as they 
bounced and bobbed on their husband's furiously fucking penises. All four of 
them could feel that they were mounting towards a gigantic mutual orgasm, 
soaring together, straining for release. 

All at once they were there! Sally felt a rush of sperm explode against her 
cervix as Bob's churning seed gushed out of his crazily jerking cock and 
into her womb. 

"AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" Tina wailed, as her own husband fucked deeply into her, his 
cum spurting into her insanely clutching rectum. 

"UUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!! ! ! " Ray grunted, as his hot angry semen shot 
forward. 

For an instant all motion stopped, and they were suspended on their own 
passion, then-bodies rigid as the orgasm thundered through them, draining 
them to the dregs of their lust. Then slowly it began to subside. Ray and 
Bob each gave one last forward thrust. Then Bob's penis slipped out of 
Sally's quivering hole, and Ray withdrew his still rigid organ from Tina's 
aching rectum with a pop. The girls slumped together, and slid exhausted off 
Bob's trembling body. 

The stillness that followed was finally broken by Bob. Lolling his head back 
over the edge of the bed, he looked up at Ray, who was still standing there, 
his hands on his lean hips, breathing heavily. 

"Well old man," he said, extending his hand, "it looks like you've got a 
couple of partners!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"For Christ's sake, Sally! Close that curtain, will you? How the hell am I 
supposed to take a light reading?" 

"No need to shout!" Sally snapped back, withdrawing from the huge window, 
where she had been watching the scene in the grimy street below while 
waiting for the shooting to begin. Ever since Bob started learning 
photography he's become impossible, she reflected angrily, flicking the ash 
of her cigarette onto the already littered floor of the dingy loft. She 
ambled petulantly to the makeup table where Tina was sitting, her spiked 
heels making sharp clacking sounds as she walked. 

"Christ! I'm tired of sitting around!" she complained, sinking into a 
tattered sling chair next to her friend and checking her makeup in the 
mirror. Her normally straight hair was curled and teased into a cloud of 
ringlets around her face, and her eyes were heavy with the weight of two 
pairs of thick false eyelashes. 

"All in a day's work, honey," Tina replied philosophically, pulling a pair 
of sheer black stockings over her long white legs and fastening them to the 
snaps of her black garter belt. 

"We look like a pair of hookers," Sally stated flatly, perusing their 
reflections in the mirror. 

"We'd be no good in this business if we looked like missionaries," Tina 
countered. "Hey, what's the matter with you today, anyway?" she asked, 
meeting the blonde's eyes in the mirror. 

"Oh I don't know. I'm tired, I guess." She had been unreasonably cranky and 
impatient lately, she supposed, wrapping her thin silk kimono more tightly 
around her shoulders. But they'd worked so hard in the past six months eight 
films since she and Bob left Piney Hills. It was exciting, certainly, but it 
seemed as though the time had been nothing but a continuous round of sex. 
She hadn't been outside in ages. 

Not that going out in the city was such a special treat. At first she'd 
enjoyed the bright lights and the noise, but now all she was aware of was 
the sting in her nostrils from the automobile exhaust fumes, and the endless 
rows of gray, stony buildings, unrelieved by the slightest touch of green. 
On this April day, she felt particularly restless and homesick, because 
there was a hint of spring in the air, and she was tired of the dark, dank 
atmosphere of the studio. 

Well, you were the one who insisted on doing this, her image in the mirror 
seemed to taunt her. Yes, but I didn't think it would be like this, she 
answered herself, looking around the dirty loft. Bob was conferring with Ray 
under the bright lights in the center of the room, and her eyes roved idly 
over the two men's bodies Ray so dark and wiry, and Bob, lean and 
sandy-haired and muscular. Day and night the four of them were together, 
until they functioned like a precision instrument. Their films were 
successes, and money was beginning to roll in. Maybe soon they could go away 
for a while . . .x 

"Sally? Tina?" Ray shielded his eyes with his hands and peered into the 
darkness. "You ready?" 

"All set," they replied in unison, and made their way over to the set. 

Bob listened as Ray gave them their instructions, and then stepped back into 
the shadows to watch. Tina was clad only in stockings and garter belt, high 
heels, and a short, sheer black negligee that contrasted dramatically with 
her flame-red hair and concealed almost nothing of her shapely charms. It 
fell open slightly at the top, and her deep cleavage was visible clear 
across the room. 

Sally was also dressed provocatively, in a skin-tight satin skirt slit all 
the way up to the hip and a sheer, tightly fitted blouse that pushed the 
mounds of her full breasts upwards and out. She was wearing a little gold 
heart on a velvet ribbon around her neck, and Bob was once again astounded 
at the transformation that had taken place in his wife. He tried to remember 
her as she had been in the early days of their marriage shy, naive, 
lady-like, glowing with health and radiant with love. Oh, she had been 
uptight, no doubt about that, but she'd been appealing, too, he thought, 
with a little twinge of regret. 

Funny the way things work out, he mused. Who knows what might have happened 
if Ray and Tina hadn't arrived on that particular weekend. He and Sally 
would still be in Piney Hills, living a totally different life. Maybe it 
would've been better that way, he thought, watching his young blonde wife 
wriggle seductively before the camera. Well, no sense crying about it. There 
were compensations to the way they were living now. They went to glamorous 
parties and met weird, far-out people artists and writers and other 
filmmakers. Still. . . 

"Excuse me..." 

Bob's musings were interrupted by a soft, hesitant voice. A very pretty 
brunette, about eighteen, was standing next to him. 

"Yes?" He couldn't help but notice that under the beige trench coat she was 
wearing, she had a dynamic build. 

"Are you Ray Sarlin?" she asked, looking up at Bob with a pair of large, 
brown eyes. Her clear features were almost devoid of makeup, except for a 
slash of coral-colored lipstick on her delicate mouth. 

"No, I'm his assistant, Bob Payton. What can I do for you?" Bob asked, 
smiling and offering her a cigarette. 

"No thanks, I don't smoke. Taffy Tucker said you were looking for people for 
your new film..." Her voice trailed off as her attention was caught by the 
activity in the studio. Her eyes lit up with excitement. 

Bob knew that look. She was probably fresh off the bus from Kansas, ready to 
take the big town by storm. And if her contact was Taffy Tucker ... Bob 
smiled to himself. Taffy was a well-known figure in the underground art 
world, a bizarre creature of exotic sexual tastes. Lord knows how this 
innocent got tied up with him, he thought. 

"We're always looking for new people," he assured her, slipping his arm 
around her shoulders and steering her toward the makeshift office off the 
main room. "Why don't you come in here and tell me about yourself." 

His feelings of vague discontent were forgotten, as he stepped aside to let 
her pass in front of him, noticing the sensuous sway of her full rounded 
hips. His life might not be perfect, but there were compensations ... yes, 
there certainly were compensations. 


THE END
