Rent's Due
by Winston McElroy 


FOREWORD 

Everyone knows that the value of money and its ability to purchase are based 
on the strength and solidarity of the government which backs it up; no one 
questions this fact. We take money totally for granted as we go about buying 
our daily needs with it. What we also take for granted as a part of 20th 
century life in America is the fact of short and long term credit. "Cash or 
charge?" the salesgirl asks, and the answer is more often than not "charge". 

Time payments are the American way of life. Charge plates are more common 
than money as we go about blithely charging everything from tonight's dinner 
to color televisions, the latest model cars and new furnishings for the 
house with the 20 year mortgage always delaying the moment of payment in 
hope that at a later date we will have more than enough money to pay for the 
things we've bought today, to say nothing of the things we bought last week 
and the things we'll buy next week. "Keeping up with the Joneses" is a 
catch-phrase which aptly sums it all up-we live beyond our means in order to 
keep up certain appearances. 

But what good are all those appearances to a person who is walking a narrow 
tightrope one step ahead of the bill collectors? And what happens when a 
store suddenly cuts off his credit? When the bank won't make another loan? 
When he makes just one impulse purchase and is no longer able to juggle his 
bill payments? 

When Black Bart, the dastardly bill collector, arrives to foreclose on poor 
Miss Tillie's house because she can't pay the mortgage, Daring Dan is always 
there to save the day. Not so for most of us, and decidedly not so for Lena 
and her friend Karlie, the two young innocents of the story which unfolds 
here. Behind on their rent at the Palms Court Apartments, the two girls find 
themselves at the mercy of the apartment house manager, Lou Musselman. They 
discover first hand what it means to be in debt to someone and not be able 
to pay. At their own expense, they learn that credit is backed up, or 
guaranteed, only by the goodwill of the person who extends it. And, 
unfortunately, they also learn what can happen when that person has no 
scruples, much less goodwill a sobering lesson for us all. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Passing this construction site was certainly less than the highlight of 
Lena's afternoon. Today, like every school day when she walked back from the 
Rivertown campus, the steel and concrete skeleton of a growing high-rise 
complex was as crowded as a tree full of Rhesus monkeys. Only this tree was 
filled with gaping construction workers, all wearing their hard hats and, 
apparently, all suffering from acute horniness. Of course, she could always 
find another way, maybe by walking up Field Street, two blocks over, and 
bypassing this corner altogether, but that seemed like an awful lot of 
trouble. And besides, this was America, wasn't it? I mean, shouldn't a young 
girl have the freedom to walk where she pleased without providing the 
afternoon's entertainment for a howling gang of over-sexed workmen? Anyway, 
that was the way Lena saw it. Call it Scandinavian stubbornness or whatever 
you like, she was determined to walk this street anytime she cared to, no 
matter what this crowd of monkeys did to make it unpleasant for her. 
Besides, she had too much on her mind today to even notice these over-sexed 
delinquents, despite their airborne antics high on the steel beams as she 
passed by below. Today was the day to see Mr. Musselman about the rent, and 
that was something that had kept her more than occupied all morning long, 
right through her English class at the college and on through the lunch she 
had merely toyed with at the Harrison Cafeteria. Vaguely, she could remember 
the instructor's lecture from this morning, though she was certainly 
grateful she had not been called on for a class contribution. 

No, this business with the overdue rent was really starting to worry her. 
Lena could only blame herself for what had happened; Al certainly had done 
more than his share. Her husband was barely making ends meet on the tiny 
check he got every month from the government for his military combat 
service, but it was never enough to pay all the expenses for the two of 
them. Usually the school bills were met on time, but somehow, they always 
seemed to be running short, even with her salary from the part-time job she 
had in the foreign language department's research center. But this time it 
was even worse than before the rent had not been paid for two months, enough 
time for the building manager, Lou Musselman, to have them evicted. She had 
already talked to him once, and though the experience had left her with a 
somewhat bitter aftertaste from dealing with the man, he had certainly 
seemed agreeable enough to an extension. Only now the extra time had passed, 
and they were still lacking the money they needed to pay the rent due the 
Palms Court Apartments. 

Lena could feel her teeth grinding together as she came closer to the 
building site, and even though she had earlier crossed to the opposite side 
of the street, the expected flirting hoots and catcalls were fast coming. 
She kept her eyes dead ahead, head as firmly erect as when she used to play 
soldier with her dad when they lived on the U.S. Army bases in Germany in 
the early fifties. 

"Hey, Hank, would you take a look at that one!" came the distant mating cry 
of the first to spot her hurriedly making her way to their apartment a 
couple of blocks away, her thick blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and 
falling to the middle of her narrow back as she walked in quick steps along 
the sidewalk, anxious to finish this afternoon's business and get home to 
begin Al's dinner. He had classes until six over on the law campus and Lena 
always tried to have dinner ready to serve when he came in, tired and spent 
from a long day in his graduate law school studies. Her mother was an 
old-school Scandinavian, born and bred in the rugged Swedish north land, and 
she had left her mark on Lena's attitudes about life and about her marriage 
in particular. Lena was no ever-smiling overburdened housewife, but then, 
neither was she a women's lib type. She just believed, without ever 
questioning it, that there were some things in life she was expected to do, 
and one of these duties was to be a good, faithful wife for her man. It 
wasn't something she had carefully conceived, it was just the way it was 
meant to be. 

"Hey, baby, what'ya doing tonight?" Another randy cry echoed from the 
towering steel girders and the daily performance was on in earnest. Until 
she reached the corner and was safely beyond their disgusting shouts and 
obscenely taunting cries, it was truly like passing the monkey house at the 
zoo, just an unintelligible cacophony of mindless shouts and offerings until 
they had tired of this sport and gone back to their work. Lena shook her 
head, breathing normally now that she was nearing the safety of home 
honestly, sometimes she wished she had been born homely or something. She 
couldn't help the way she looked; there was just some strange kind of 
attraction she had for American men. She had talked about it often enough 
with Al and with her best friend, Karlie Hansen. Just something about being 
tall and Swedish seemed to set off an awful lot of men in this country like 
she had a sign reading "Free love given here" stretched across her back. And 
in actuality, Lena wasn't even Swedish. Sure enough, her mother had been an 
honest-to-God Swede, but her father, though of Swedish heritage, was an Army 
captain born and raised in a Swedish community west of Minneapolis, 
Minnesota. They had met when he was on duty in Europe, while he was 
vacationing in Sweden, curious about the land of his forebears, and she had 
returned with him to the United States when Lena was fourteen years old. He 
only lived another year after that, and Lena had spent her teenage years 
growing up in California, first at the Presidio in San Francisco, and then 
in San Diego, where her mother had some friends and a half-sister who was 
married to a retired Navy officer. 

After graduating from high school in California, Lena had gone to Europe for 
the summer, in hopes of finding a job that would enable her to stay on when 
autumn came around. And luckily, she had struggled through enough French and 
German in high school to make a pretty impressive package of language skills 
when they were combined with her English and Swedish. She wouldn't have 
liked to admit it, but her looks might have had something to do with her 
getting that job with an American computer outfit with European headquarters 
in Vaucresson, just outside Paris. She was working there when she met Al, 
then a college junior spending that nearly obligatory summer in Europe that 
all American students look forward to like they longed for Christmas when 
they were younger. 

Strange, she could recall now, she had not really liked him at first, Al 
being a bit bookish for her tastes then. But he had asked her out, and after 
a few dates with him, things began to change, and change fast. She invited 
him out to San Diego that fall, quitting the job she had wanted so badly 
just a couple of months earlier, and after meeting her mother, Al proposed 
and she accepted. It all seemed so logical, so natural, like they had just 
both been drifting through life waiting to meet that afternoon in Paris. 

Lena smiled as she mentally thumbed through those tender memories, so recent 
in some ways, so far away in others. Al was a bit shy then and even now he 
was sometimes uncomfortable around new people, though he was working on 
erasing all that, since it was hardly practical for a shy person to become a 
lawyer. She had gone into Paris on an errand for her boss, the head of the 
European marketing section, and stopped off at the American Express office 
to see if there was any last mail straggling in from the States. She had 
written most everyone of her decision to stay on in France and of her new 
address, but since she was in the city that day anyway, it could not hurt to 
check, just in case. Al was in line with a college buddy of his when she 
went in and his friend, George Foster, was really the one who struck up a 
conversation. But George only reminded her of all the smart-aleck college 
boys she had known back in California, and she was in no mood for that kind 
of adolescent foolishness then. She could laugh about it now, but Lena knew 
now how silly she must have seemed then, all of eighteen and so sure of 
herself as a "career girl" in wicked, exciting 

Paris. Wow, what a role she had played that summer two years ago! It seemed 
like a hundred years had passed since then, and now she was another person 
altogether, a student and a housewife both, and maybe one day not too far 
off, she'd be a mother, too. 

That was something they had decided would have to wait at least another two 
or three years, until Al was out of law school and well into some kind of 
decent-paying job. He wanted a corporate practice, eventually, but he was 
reasonable enough to know he'd have to take what he could get until he had a 
bit of work experience under his belt. 

Yes, a lot was over the dam since that warm summer afternoon in Paris two 
years ago. Maybe if George had asked her for a date instead of Al, she would 
still be working for the marketing director in those plush Vaucresson 
offices, spending her off hours in the bistros and discotheques of Paris, 
instead of ironing shirts and opening cans of spaghetti sauce. But then, she 
wouldn't have Al, and that was enough to make up for all the excitement and 
glamour of Paris. And besides, one day this law school struggling would just 
be a bunch of warm memories and then she and Al would have the money to go 
back to Paris, not as kids with stars in their eyes maybe, but still young 
enough to have fun. Probably, that kind of thinking was some of her Swedish 
blood talking again, but what did it matter if she was happy, she asked 
herself. 

* * * 

She was just in front of the metal gate that opened onto the stairs for 
Palms Court Apartments. It was obviously supposed to be a security gate, as 
there was a hole in the concrete support where the speaker box used to be, 
but though there was an impressive enough looking lock on the wrought iron 
gate, she had never known the gate to be closed, much less locked, in the 
year they had been here. Palms Court was once a luxury building, filled with 
impressively decorated apartments for executives and rich old widows and the 
like. But the passing of time and the construction of the extension campus 
so close by had exacted a severe toll on the aging dowager's six floors of 
two bedroom apartments, all of them now filled with students from the 
college, some in groups, both boys and girls, and a handful of married 
couples like Al and Lena Ingram in 5-D. Karlie lived alone in 4-C, just 
below them and to the rear. For a while she had a roommate named Chris, but 
Chris never managed to find enough time in her busy schedule of having fun 
to keep her grades above passing, so she was gone now, back to Oklahoma or 
Kansas or somewhere like that, and Karlie was alone until another roommate 
came along or until she too flunked out of State. Lena often wondered just 
how much longer Karlie could hang on by the skin of her teeth; twice already 
she had been placed on academic suspension and by all rights she should havy 
been kicked out long before now. But Karlie, in her inimitable way, had 
managed to con somebody in the records office into giving her another 
chance. Or so she said. Whatever it was that she pulled off, it worked, 
because the bouncy redhead with the campus-wide reputation for swinging was 
still on the rolls, however barely. 

Lena had known Karlie a long time, since the days on the Army bases in 
Germany, actually, though there was a five year break in there when Karlie's 
father was transferred to the States and they didn't run into each other 
again until they were both in high school, Lena in San Diego and Karlie in 
Los Angeles. Even then they managed to see each other often, and since 
Karlie transferred here last year, they were nearly inseparable. Lena knew 
her friend was in possession of a slightly more than scandalous reputation, 
but that didn't matter to her at all. She figured, with true Scandinavian 
logic, that Karlie's manner and morals were her own business, as long as she 
kept them to herself. So it was a subject they seldom discussed unless 
Karlie brought it up, which was almost never. 

Lena knew her girlfriend had had more than her share of rough breaks, and 
she just assumed that these were the reason behind her wildness. She knew 
first hand that Karlie had been sent off to Tijuana when she was just a 
sophomore in high school for an abortion and that she had nearly died from a 
subsequent infection when she returned home to Los Angeles. Lena knew also 
that there had been some incredibly messy family scandal, something Karlie 
had only once mentioned and then only slightly. She remembered that when she 
had briefly said something about it one night when they were kidding around 
about old times, that Karlie had for once lost that carefree, devil-may-care 
smile of hers and that genuine tears had come to her freckled cheeks. That 
was the one and only time Lena had seen her lower the mask, so she knew that 
whatever had happened had left an awful scar in its wake. Once she had heard 
a rumor of incest, but that was something she refused to accept or deny. It 
was just a rumor, after all, and nothing to judge a person by, right or 
wrong. But she viewed Karlie in a different light now, just the same; and 
she was perhaps a bit more inclined to look the other way when the vivacious 
redhead got off onto one of her wild escapades, though, Heaven knows, there 
were still enough people around to shake their heads and point their 
accusing fingers at Karlie, probably more out of jealousy than out of real 
outrage. 

And Karlie was a girl with plenty for anybody to envy, all right. She was 
tall and lithe, five-ten, an inch taller than Lena, with the most beautiful 
red hair you could imagine, bright and brassy in the sunlight, and thick and 
luxuriantly wine-red at night. And Karlie had a face that would have done 
any magazine cover justice, always with just the right amount of make-up, 
never too much, sometimes none at all if the situation called for it. Karlie 
was one of those girls for whom being beautiful and chic just came 
naturally; she'd never had any formal training in modeling or make-up, but 
she somehow seemed to hit it right on the money every time. Lena never 
really envied her, for she had always done pretty well in the looks 
department herself, but she supposed if it came to a showdown, Karlie would 
probably win hands-down, though she was certain she could muster a close 
second. 

Lena got out of the elevator on the fourth floor and rang her girlfriend's 
buzzer to see if she'd come home yet. There was no sign of movement inside 
and that meant that either Karlie was still on the campus, or that she had 
stayed out all night and was paralyzed in the throes of a terminal hangover 
and was unable to lift herself out of bed. She left her a note on the tiny 
notepad tacked to her door and started up the stairs, but a movement outside 
her own door caught her eye and ear and she stopped dead still on the old 
dark and musty stairway. It was the manager, Mr. Musselman! Lena froze in 
her tracks and held her breath until he had turned away from the door and 
gone down in the elevator. Wow, that was close! She knew he'd be around 
sooner or later and that she'd have to face him somehow, but if she could 
only stretch it until next week when she got her paycheck from the language 
department, then she wouldn't have to put him off again. 

Oh, damn that Karlie, it's all her fault! She and Al were just one month 
behind, nothing serious, but now, now there was an enormous bill due, and 
they were far enough in arrears to be evicted. At least that was what Al had 
explained to her, and he certainly ought to know about the law. But that 
wasn't the worst of it the terrible part was that, for the first time since 
their marriage, Lena had been forced to tell her husband a lie. And that was 
the part that was eating at her, keeping her awake at night. 

It all really began with that afternoon two weeks ago she and Karlie went 
into New York to go shopping. Not really to buy much of anything, but more 
just to look at the fall sales and to ogle the show windows along Fifth 
Avenue. Classes for undergraduates were all cancelled for the day, some kind 
of campus-wide memorial day for one of the school's administrators who had 
recently passed away after a lingering illness. She didn't even know who he 
was, just some name she had heard a couple of times, but it gave them both a 
perfect excuse to spend the day together, just doing girl-things, as Al's 
classes were being held as usual since the law school was a separate part of 
the university system. So they had both gotten up early, caught the commuter 
train down into 

New York, and headed out for a day of single-girl fun in the big city, 
reveling in the Indian summer weather of September, but mostly just to enjoy 
a change of pace, to be among the bustling citizens of the big city for a 
while. Or at least that was what Lena had planned. Karlie, it seemed, had 
viewed things a bit differently. 

Karlie was behind with Mr. Musselman too, even worse than she and Al were, 
but it didn't seem to be weighing very heavily on her mind that day. In 
fact, as she had explained it to Lena over shrimp cocktails for lunch, she 
had talked to Mr. Musselman herself and he had expressly told her not to 
worry, and had even given her permission to give the same assurances to 
Lena. It seemed that the apartments were owned by a widow, a Mrs. Van Hunt, 
and she was so loaded that she never really checked the books, much less 
questioned an account, he had explained. So, said Karlie, why worry about it 
now as long as you'll have the money when you get paid? 

And the rest had been her own stupidity, coupled with the awareness that she 
hadn't bought any new clothes in three or four months. Right after lunch, 
they stumbled onto a little boutique on the edge of the Village that was 
going out of business and had marked all their clothes down fifty percent. 
That was all it took Karlie had assured her repeatedly that it would be all 
right, even offered to keep whatever she bought at her place until she could 
explain it to Al. 

She hated herself now for what she did, but there was no sense crying over 
spilled milk. Between them they spent almost two hundred dollars, and Lena 
managed to use all of the balance they had in their joint checking account, 
the money that she had promised Al would go towards the rent balance. 

Even now, Lena was not certain how she could have managed to do such a 
stupid thing, never, in all the time she had been with Al, had she stooped 
to deception. How could she have been so stupid? Of course, she knew she 
only had herself to blame; Karlie might have prodded her a bit, but she 
would never have succumbed to the temptation if the desire hadn't been there 
already. 

And now, with all those clothes sitting in Karlie's apartment, Lena found 
herself unable to gather the courage to try and explain this utter stupidity 
to Al. She had it all figured out, if only she could manage to duck seeing 
the apartment manager until she got her paycheck from the college. Then, 
using every cent of it, she could bail them out and explain what she had 
done to her husband. Maybe he would be a little less inclined to blow his 
top if the rent was all paid. She knew he'd be mad, of course, but hopefully 
she could make it up to him. And one thing for certain, she would never be 
so dumb and thoughtless again! 

Lena felt like a sneak thief as she turned the key in the door and entered 
the apartment. It wasn't a pleasant sensation, running and hiding in 
stairwells like this. She didn't like it at all. If she learned nothing else 
from all this, at least she would know enough to stay out of hot water for 
her own peace of mind. Unconsciously, she ran her hands over her arms, as if 
there should be some physical layer of grime there to mark her sneakiness 
... Ugh, I feel like some kind of criminal, she said aloud, then clamped her 
hand to her mouth as she realized Al might have come home early. 

But there was no one there, only a note from her husband thumb tacked to 
their usual spot for written communications, a scrap piece of cork from the 
language department remodeling that Al had nailed over the refrigerator. She 
read it absentmindedly usually it was a reminder of Al's late class or some 
special project in the department. Only this time she wasn't so fortunate 
... her blood suddenly chilled as her eyes scanned the devastating words 
again and again, her mind recoiling in disbelief, refusing to accept what 
her vision told her. Lena honey, I went ahead and paid the rent. There was 
just enough left in the account to cover it and now we won't have to worry 
about it even if we eat beans until you get paid. See you about eight, got a 
make-up exam. Al 

Oh my God, he didn't! Tell me he didn't! There's nothing left in the account 
... the money for those clothes took all of it! A kaleidoscope vision of 
terror suddenly flashed across her brain ... the check ll bounce! Oh dear 
God, his whole career might be ruined! What if the school finds out! Oh no, 
this can't be happening, I've destroyed Al's whole career just for my own 
selfish stupidity! 

Lena collapsed into a chair, her hand clutching her husband's note as she 
read it again and again, as if somehow the words might change and this would 
all be a mistake. But the words didn't change ... and Lena Ingram knew only 
too well that her whole world might have collapsed around her. Her 
bewildered mask of disbelief changed to one of frightened remorse as the 
tears ran in salty rivulets down her cheeks. She knew there was little or 
nothing she could do. The clothes were not returnable, and she knew no one 
who had this kind of money to lend her. No, this was her own mess and she'd 
have to find a way out of it. But for now, she was resolved not to say 
anything to Al. Not until tomorrow morning when the apartment office 
reopened and she had a chance to talk to Mr. Musselman. Maybe something 
could be worked out ... somehow, there had to be a way. There just had to 
be! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lou Musselman cursed under his breath as his right hand fumbled with the 
stereo cartridge player on his metallic-silver Eldorado; with the other, he 
deftly maneuvered the huge luxury automobile through the early evening 
parkway traffic, effortlessly steering it with the tips of his fingers as he 
switched lanes and made his way toward the upcoming exit, the one that would 
take him to Gloria's suburban home and an evening he was especially looking 
forward to. 

Curse the goddamn luck! Everything was going so beautifully. Christ it was 
dropping like manna from the heavens, all right into his lap. If only that 
great-looking Ingram broad with the big tits had been home today, everything 
would have gone off like a dream. 

Just as quickly as it had come on, Lou's depression vanished as the soulful 
moans of an old Ray Charles hit filled the Cadillac's plush interior. Yeah, 
what the hell ... things were probably going too well. Anyway, this was 
hardly a setback. Tomorrow was another day and there was still plenty of 
time to get the operation rolling before Halbauer got back from 

Chicago. He'd promised to have all the details worked out before the big man 
returned, but there was really no cause for alarm. After all, he was at 
least two weeks ahead of schedule. Fuck, there might even be a bonus in this 
for him! 

Yes, Lou felt better again and he settled back into the sinfully comfortable 
driver's seat of the smooth-riding car and flicked the turn signal with his 
little finger, steering the huge sedan like some kind of land yacht, aiming 
it for the stop light at the end of the off ramp and the left turn that 
would take him to Forest Knoll and the Van Hunt mansion. He felt his skin 
tingle at the prospect of what awaited him tonight ... one of Gloria's 
fantastic dinners, never the same one twice, good wine, soft music in front 
of the enormous rock fireplace her late husband had designed himself, and 
then ... well, that was the best part of all. Hell, ol' Reggie must be 
spinning like a top in his marble vault, watching his good-looking woman 
getting it thrown to her by Lou Musselman. The old bastard wouldn't have 
given Lou the time of day when he was alive snobbish was hardly the term for 
Reginald P. H. Van Hunt. You'd have thought he was blood-kin to the Creator 
himself the way he high-hatted it around, his nose stuck up so high some 
folks said he'd drown if he ever got caught in a heavy rainstorm. 

Anyway, the snooty ol' prick got just what he deserved as far as Lou and 
most of the others who knew him were concerned, it was only a shame the 
bastard didn't suffer a bit more before he finally kicked the bucket. He was 
driving that big Bentley of his at the time, cutting in and out of traffic 
like he owned the expressway or something. But "Sir Reggie" as folks liked 
to call him behind his back, though he was as close to being knighted as Al 
Capone, finally came up against his match. Tried to cut off a tandem-rig 
transfer hauler, one of those big jobs racing along at seventy or seventy 
five. Damn thing jackknifed when the driver tried to stop it, but Reggie was 
the only one who suffered, 'cept maybe the insurance company that paid for 
the totaled cab and most of the load that was shattered along a half-mile of 
interstate highway. Reggie's Bentley was pinned under the first of the 
heavily-laden trailers and it took the highway patrol and two wreckers with 
acetylene torches to get him out, or at least, what was left of him. 

Lou had been working for Van Hunt almost a year when the accident happened, 
first as manager of one of his office buildings and then, manager of the 
Palms Court, where he was now. Only then, it was at one-fifty a week with 
all the overtime and abuse the withered old tyrant could heap on. Now, 
though, things were a bit different. Gloria Van Hunt was running the show 
now that she was a widow, and a rich one at that. Or at least, she liked to 
think she was. In actuality, Lou had managed in the fourteen months since 
Reggie died, to perform a few corporate maneuvers of his own, some with 

Gloria's full consent, others a bit less openly. But the end result was that 
everything the apartments, the two shopping centers, and the agency for 
running them all were managed through his office in the basement of the 
Palms Court building. Nobody would have guessed it, except maybe for his one 
little indulgence, this car he had lusted after for years. On the surface, 
he appeared to be just a salaried manager, hardly more than a building 
super, but Lou's fingers were fast getting into everything. 

Ha! He laughed at his own unintentional little pun getting into everything! 
Christ, most of all, he was getting into the old man's wife! 

Yeah, this life was a far cry from the old days. And in Lou's case, the old 
days were not the "good old days." For a sizable bit of his past was eaten 
up by that hungriest of memory-eating monsters, prison. Seven years, three 
months and fourteen days, to be precise, all of them in the prisons of the 
State of California. There had been only one run-in with the law before he 
caught that one, a suspended sentence for worthless checks on a drunken 
binge down in Georgia. He was lucky that time the court was one of those 
Justice of the Peace deals the South is noted for, and the judge, a 
wallpaper contractor when he wasn't on the bench, was far more interested in 
collecting the court charges than in seeing some Yankee boy go off to the 
road gangs. There was no money in it if he got time, so the JP was more than 
willing to arrange terms that satisfied both the accused and the court. It 
had cost him an extra three hundred dollars, all of which he had borrowed 
from his brother in Ohio, but at least he had gotten off without going to 
prison. The second time around, he wasn't so fortunate. 

California judges were more interested in seeing justice served, and in his 
particular case, justice demanded that he serve a goodly number of years 
behind bars for the crime of signing another man's name to a half dozen 
payroll checks. He probably could have gotten off with half the time if he 
had knuckled under and told the court where he got the checks, but he knew 
better than to go off to prison marked as a stoolie. Anybody with any kind 
of experience in the criminal underworld knows that's a gold-plated 
invitation to get your throat cut in your sleep. So he never did tell them 
who actually stole those checks, even though it might have cost him three 
years of his life. And that's a hell of a long time to a man still under 
forty. 

But Lou never regretted his decision, not for a minute, for instead of 
rotting away in some graveyard in California, he was driving this imagine 
new car, wearing clothes like he used to dream about in prison. And better 
still, thanks to Aaron Halbauer, Lou was well on the way to bigger and more 
rewarding territory. Big money, money like he'd always daydreamed about, 
enough to go anywhere, do anything, money for broads. Not these local birds, 
but real big-city classy chicks with imagine clothes and mink stoles. Yes 
sir, Lou Musselman was on his way to the big time. And though neither of 
them knew it yet, those two sweet-looking honeys on the fourth and fifth 
floors at the Palms Court were going to be the first of many to chip in on 
his ticket to the bright lights! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Dinner, like always was fantastic. Lou often wondered where Gloria learned 
to cook like that; if she were less fortunate and needed a source of income, 
there wasn't a restaurant around that could have turned her down after 
sampling some of her creations. Tonight's dinner was from the Indian 
sub-continent, a mouth-watering curry that would have done justice to any 
maharajah's table. 

Lou had removed his jacket and was sitting with Gloria in front of the 
fireplace, their usual cozy spot for after-dinner relaxing and an occasional 
brandy. If the truth were known, Lou would have preferred a thick Havana and 
the old fight films on the UHF channel, but that sort of thing was out as 
long as he was around Gloria. No sir, he was too close to the jackpot to 
rock the boat now. He had his arm around her shoulders and was eyeing her 
while she was staring into the fire. Man, she was one damn nice-looking 
woman! Lucky for both of them she married old Van Hunt when she was hardly 
more than a kid. The old boy had nearly twenty years on her and though he 
was getting on up there when he got killed, Gloria had just turned forty. 
But she had the figure of a woman ten years younger, thanks to all the 
assistance a fistful of money can buy. Gloria spent two days a week going 
into the city for beauty treatments, one day for her figure and diet, the 
other for her complexion and hair. And the end result seemed to be well 
worth the effort. She was gorgeously well-built, large firm breasts of a 
real woman, flaring hips and swelling soft buttocks. Her legs were trim and 
shapely, soft milk-white thighs and smooth tapering claves and ankles. Yes 
sir, he usually liked them young and sweet, but Gloria was the exception. 
And that made all the fun and games that much better there was no need for 
pretending with this woman. When they made love, he meant it. God, sometimes 
he wondered if that old bastard ever fucked her, the way she would go out of 
her mind from just a little good reaming out. 

"Lou...." Gloria broke the silence they had shared for nearly a quarter of 
an hour, save for the crackling of the hot fire. "Lou, what's on your mind 
lately? You don't seem yourself." 

He shook his head and hesitated. Jesus, if you only knew! "Nothing, baby, 
just thinking a lot about bills and such." 

"Bills? Do you need some more money or something?" 

He laughed aloud. "Oh no, nothing like that. Just that it's the end of the 
quarter and there's a lot to be paid. And a couple of the tenants are behind 
in their rent." 

"Behind? Anything serious?" she asked. Lou knew for a fact that Gloria 
didn't even know how many apartments she owned, much less how much the rents 
were or when they were paid. 

"Naw, nothing for you to worry about. I'll take care of it like I usually 
do." 

"Mmmmmm, that's nice, Lou," she purred, cuddling against his masculine 
shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

He smiled in the near darkness. I don't know what I'd do without you either, 
baby! 

Lou could actually feel her hungry desires growing inside her body as they 
sat closely together there on the sofa. He recalled the first time he'd 
fucked her, just two months after the old man had died. She'd come into the 
office to ask him about some papers she needed for her lawyers and before he 
knew it, it just happened. Neither of them had really planned it God knows 
he'd thought about it often enough, but then he wasn't quite sure enough of 
himself to make the first move. It was one thing to move in on old Van 
Hunt's business now that his widow was running the show, but it was 
something else entirely to try to hustle in on the old guy's wife. Hell, 
maybe she'd take it all the wrong way and fire him, who could have known. 
But she didn't... 

Without a sound, Lou allowed his fingers to drift along the swell of her 
breast until his opened palm cupped the full surging mound delicately. He 
could feel her body stiffen, her breath coming suddenly faster as he 
caressed the inviting softness of her breast with his middle finger, rubbing 
the tiny swollen peak of her nipple through her dress and the thin sheerness 
of her brassiere. It seemed to double in size at his touch, hardening in a 
series of quick throbbing swells. 

"Ummmmm, Lou, that feels good ... so good," she purred, still nestled in his 
arm like a youngster. 

He tweaked the sensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger, and she 
shivered involuntarily from the tip of her toes along her spine to her 
shoulders. Pausing for a moment, he moved his boldly exploring hand around 
the curve of her breast, across the smoothness of her back. 

His fingers found what he was searching for: with practiced deftness he 
eased the zipper of her dress down along the bare satiny plane of her back 
until he reached the taut elastic band of her panties. He stopped there an 
instant to slip his fingers between the tight band and her smooth firm flesh 
and to reach the first few inches of her fleshy buttock crevice. Teasingly, 
he brushed his middle finger against the tightly puckered ring of her anus, 
and felt her quickly shrink away, another helpless shiver racing along her 
spine as she responded to his touch. He chuckled to himself and massaged her 
bare flesh in slow, concentric circles, then his hand eased back along her 
back until it reached the stretched fabric of her dress, pulled taut across 
her shoulders. Pausing first to unsnap the tiny metal hooks on her 
brassiere, he then eased the shoulders of her dress down along her arms 
until the dress hung limply over her firm, ample breasts. 

He stopped his smoothly seductive motions and looked her over thoroughly, 
amazed as always at the incredible body she still possessed. She was 
unbelievably blessed with the best of two worlds: the ripened perfection of 
a mature woman, and the succulent voluptuousness of a girl in her twenties. 

Yes sir, thought Lou Musselman to himself, you're a lucky bastard to have a 
woman like Gloria. Yes you are... 

Again with his right hand, Lou tumbled the fabric of her dress and the sheer 
tissue of her brassiere over the bulging mounds of her breasts, exposing the 
twin points of her sharp dark nipples and the throbbing, hardened peaks that 
capped each breast. They swelled even more rigidly as she felt the coolness 
of the open air that sent a burst of rippling electricity through her 
breasts and down into her belly. He stretched out his fingers and brushed 
lightly over the soft, warmly beckoning bulge of her tits, first one, then 
the other, then, finally, clamped tightly over the ripe fleshy mound, 
squeezing the delicate, ivory-white flesh between his clenched fingers. 

"Ooooh, God, Lou ... don't stop, Lou, don't stop!" 

Her knees were opening and closing like scissors, and her buttocks were 
ground tightly against the sofa. Gloria could feel the warm, sticky dampness 
spreading between her thighs as the cheeks of her buttocks clenched like 
starving lips the fabric beneath her. His every touch was driving her up the 
wall. She didn't know how much more she could stand ... the tension was 
welling up inside her like air in a balloon ... she felt as if she would 
scream from the delicious agony his fingers were bringing her. 

She offered no resistance as he shoved her down onto the cushions of the 
long sofa, stretching himself beside her as he continued to relentlessly 
caress the soft, white mounds of her full, fleshy breasts; a low, moaning 
cry escaped from her half-parted lips as he roughly squeezed her tenderly 
pulsing nipples between his fingers. Then his hands left the jutting tips 
and slowly eased along the flat plane of her belly till his fingers slipped 
down under the tight elastic waistband of her panties. Her body arched off 
the sofa as he brushed over the sparse, fluffy mound of her pubic hair and 
made a maddening, electric contact with the warm pink lips of her vagina. 

"Ohhhh ... that's nice, Lou ... soooo nice...." Even in the dim light, Lou 
could see her flesh was covered with a million tiny goose-bumps as she 
shivered convulsively at his touch. 

Clutching the moistened folds of her pussy with his palm, he ventured a 
finger between the soft, damp ridges. Gloria managed a gasping moan as her 
pelvis suddenly ground up tightly against his hand. His middle finger 
explored the narrow wet slit slowly, starting with the taut muscular ring of 
her forbidden anus, easing over the hard membrane of flesh that separated 
the two enticing channels, then probed the hot, wet sheath of her hungry 
pussy. The soft pink walls parted unhesitatingly as his rigid middle finger 
slipped up into the eagerly grasping hole, and he could feel the fleshy 
passage open hungrily as he probed it deeply. 

"Feels nice, huh, baby?" he taunted. "I'll bet you'd like a little more, 
right?" 

Gloria opened her lips as if to reply, but as she did, Lou wiggled a second 
stiffened finger into her constrictive passage, burying it up to the third 
joint in the warm juicy depths of her cunt. All that came from her throat 
was a muffled cry of pain and excitement. 

"Well, how about it, sweetie?" he repeated. 

"Oh, yes ... yes!" Gloria managed to reply in a weak gasp. 

Lou's plundering fingers slipped from her wet, clutching grip. He dragged 
his fingertip along her warm, quivering pussy slit until he found the 
throbbing bulb of her clitoris and with his thumb and forefinger, Lou 
squeezed the incredibly sensitive flesh as she squirmed and writhed beside 
him on the sofa. Back and forth like a pearly marble he rolled the pulsing 
pleasure-bud, and Gloria choked and gasped for air as rippling waves of 
undiluted animal passion swept over her shivering body. As her naked pelvis 
ground upward tightly against his hand, Lou continued his maddening assault 
on her loins, twisting and pulling on her hardened clit until she moaned and 
cried from the agonizing delights of his skilled touch. 

"Oh, God yes ... YES! Don't stop, Lou! Don't stop!" she screamed. Lou sensed 
she was nearing her orgasm and began to roughly rub her moist vaginal 
crevice with the tips of his fingers, stroking over the quivering peak of 
her clitoris and along the wet furrow between the hungrily pursed lips of 
her vagina. 

"That's it! That's it! Don't stop ... Don't stop, Lou ... please!" 

Suddenly Gloria's entire body arched high off the sofa and began to gyrate 
wildly against his opened palm, her moist warm pussy grinding against his 
hand as a long pitiful moan slipped from her parched, half-opened lips ... 
and then it was over... 

"Oooohhhh ... aaaahhhhh!! "...." Gloria quivered from head to foot and 
jerked convulsively as the shuddering currents of her orgasm raced from her 
lust-tightened loins. 

"Oh, Lou ... that was incredible, just incredible," she gasped, collapsing 
in a heap on the sofa at Lou's side, still struggling to catch her breath. 
"You sure know all my secret spots, baby." 

Lou laughed, pulling his hand from between her sweat-soaked thighs at last. 
"That spot was no secret, honey ... no secret at all." 

Gloria finished stripping her dress and panties from her legs and then 
unfastened her garter belt, still hooked tightly around her hips. In another 
few seconds, she was completely naked, glistening with tiny beads of 
perspiration from the excitement. 

"Fuck me, Lou ... fuck me now, please!" she groaned at him, her sexual 
hunger blatantly apparent. 

But that smirk was still stretched across Lou's face, concealing that he had 
something special in mind for this time ... something he'd wanted from 
Gloria for a long time and something that she was, one way or another, going 
to give him tonight. 

"Not quite yet, baby," he grinned. "I've got a few needs of my own I'd like 
answered first." 

Gloria was confused, unaware of what Lou had in store for her, but, as he 
swung his legs off the side of the sofa and dropped his trousers and 
undershorts in a pile at his feet, she began to realize unmistakably what he 
meant. 

"Get down on the carpet here," he ordered. "I want you to suck it for me." 

Gloria wracked her mind for a way out, an excuse that would free her of this 
awful, despicable act he was about to demand of her. 

"No, Lou, please no ... you know I can't do that!" Her eyes begged with him, 
pleaded for him to change his mind. "I've tried before, Lou, you know I have 
... I'd do anything for you, Lou, but I just can't do that ... I just 
can't!" 

"Down on your knees, Gloria ... right now!" 

Brushing the near-white blonde hair from her eyes, Gloria crawled obediently 
from the sofa and settled at Lou's feet. As she knelt between his thighs she 
knew he meant business; that this time there would be no excuses. 

His dangling penis hung on a level with her mouth not more than a foot away. 
Struggling to hold back the hot lump in her throat, she tried desperately to 
convince herself that she could do it ... she had to ... there was no other 
way out. Lou slid forward on the sofa, gauging carefully the distance 
between his limply hanging cock and her trembling lips He adjusted his 
elevation slightly so that the purplish head brushed her lips ever so 
lightly. 

"Okay, sweetie baby, it's all yours. Let's see you do a real good job for 
Lou. All right?" 

Gloria closed her eyes and turned her face away from the smooth fleshy head 
dangling in front of her, but Lou spun her head back so that she was less 
than an inch away from his waiting cock. 

"You wanna play games with me tonight, huh? I know just what you need baby, 
to get you going ... You wouldn't want ol' Lou to have to get rough, would 
you?" 

A broad, leering grin spread slowly across his face. He knew Gloria was a 
broad who appreciated a little knocking around once in a while. He'd had to 
rough her up once before, back when they'd first started running around 
together, when she was starting to have guilt pangs about stepping out on 
her old man. He grabbed her ears in each stubby hand and twisted upward. The 
pain was excruciating, Lou knew only too well, he'd had the same hold pulled 
on him in fights and he easily turned her face up to his loins. He shoved 
his hips forward, pressing the flaccid organ against her closed lips, but, 
still, Gloria couldn't bring herself to open her mouth. Once more the strong 
hands twisted at her tiny ears. 

She screamed in pain as Lou demanded, "Open up, baby, before I yank your 
ears off!" 

Her lips parted slightly and then slowly opened as Lou twisted once more. He 
gazed at the sensually parted lips in front of him, then forced the still 
soft, rubbery head of his cock very carefully between them and into the warm 
moist cavern of her mouth. She didn't move at all, careful not to brush the 
swelling organ with her tongue as it lay there twitching slightly and 
hardening just a little. 

"Now, sweetie baby, you can go about this thing one of two ways ... you can 
suck me off nice like and then well get on to the rest of it, or...." His 
tone was suddenly convincingly cruel, "I can get as mean and nasty as I have 
to ... but either way, you'll still wind up sucking my dick, understand?" 

Gloria knew it was hopeless to resist. This was something she had to do, no 
matter how revolting it seemed ... no matter how much she had to fight back 
the churning ball of nausea welling in her tightened belly. She closed her 
lips over the still-soft organ and teased it reluctantly with her tongue. 
She felt his hands loosen their painful grip on her ears and, for that much 
at least, she was grateful. His powerful hands held her firmly, but not 
painfully, and she knew Lou wouldn't deliberately hurt her badly, unless he 
didn't get his way. Sometimes he could be frighteningly brutal when things 
weren't going the way he wanted them to. 

Gloria closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind on this task he had chosen 
for her. Lou looked down at the loosely dangling shaft of flesh protruding 
from his hairy pelvis and resting ever so gently in the woman's half-opened 
mouth. He was kind of disappointed; he'd rather have had a little more 
argument because somehow it was always better when they put up a fight. But 
he wasn't too concerned about that now; he wanted to concentrate on what was 
at hand. This was something he always enjoyed and this time would be even 
more exciting, since Gloria had been putting this off as long as he'd known 
her. 

Lou watched her blonde head begin to slide reluctantly back and forth on the 
saliva-moistened length of his hardening cock. He allowed his hands to slip 
from her head and slide down over the smooth velvety skin of her bare 
shoulders. Gloria's flesh was near-perfect, silky and unblemished, and it 
felt deliciously warm to his caressing touch. She wasn't working terribly 
hard, he thought regretfully, and brought his hands back up to the sides of 
her head, his open palms place; firmly on either side of her lewdly bobbing 
head as he tightened his grip and held her still, beginning a rhythmic 
pumping motion with his lower body. The half-limp penis jutting from his 
loins rubbed over her lips and he could feel her small white teeth grating 
against the bottom side of his penis and the rough, sandpapery surface of 
her tongue as it brushed along his cock. His anticipation of the moment had 
been so great that his penis had grown incredibly sensitive, finely attuned 
to the tiniest subtle movement of her tongue and lips, and the very touch of 
her moist warm tongue sent shivers of savage desire deep into his belly. 

"Mmmmm ... that's real good, baby. Just lick it nice like that." 

Pressing hard against her soft lips each time, he pumped his loins faster, 
ramming his stubby cock all the way to the coarse thick hair of his pelvis. 
It was coming awake now, that was damn certain, and growing like mad. Her 
lips slid over its full throbbing length with each forward plunge of his 
hips and he could feel it touching the back of her throat as it grew 
increasingly harder and longer. This cock of is was something he was proud 
of. Maybe not much at first, but it always stretched like a rubber band 
until it was as big around and lengthy as any man's. 

He knew it was reaching an admirable length and he grinned to himself, for 
Gloria was gagging and choking when he really threw it to her, doing her 
best to take its whole length in her mouth. He enjoyed that part especially; 
it was good for any broad to get hold of a nice thick cock once in a while, 
one big and hard enough to really ream her out nice... 

But what he really liked was for 'em to swallow it, so that he could feel 
the tight throat muscles contracting real nice like around the end of his 
cock. Yeah, that was definitely the best part of all. He remembered a girl 
he had once known in Miami, Alice was her name, and man, could she ever suck 
a mean cock. Sometimes she'd have three or four guys over, just so she could 
go down on 'cm. Goddam, she was really something; with her, you could stick 
it right down into her belly and she never seemed to get enough. He couldn't 
remember anybody getting the best of Alice. 

Right now, though, old Gloria was doing just fine, sucking and pulling at 
his lust-swollen penis like a newborn calf after milk. He slowed his thrusts 
and began the long slow grind home. 

This was all so new to Gloria, and she was trying desperately not to choke 
on the throbbing rod of hardening flesh that had invaded her throat. It was 
so long! Each time his hairy abdomen slapped against her lips, the terrible 
thing pushed against the back of her throat and slid down the sensitive 
passage at the rear. She had coughed and gasped at first, thinking she would 
surely be choked to death, but gradually she had found a way to relax her 
throat muscles and now it wasn't so bad. He would pull it almost out of her 
mouth, out over her ovaled lips until the swollen knob at its tip was 
between her teeth, then he would begin that awful long journey back into her 
throat. It was achingly hard, but somehow flexible and when its head bumped 
against the tender back of her throat. The slick lubricated tip would bend 
just enough to go down. And every time it did, she was forced to swallow or 
choke and she knew that each flexing of her own throat muscles brought the 
inevitable that much closer. He moaned each time she swallowed and she could 
tell that her tight throat contractions were urging him toward a quick 
spurting climax. She tried not to swallow and choked. He pulled it almost 
out, rubbing its throbbing head over her moistly parted lips. She could 
taste the beginning of the end; small drops of warm white liquid oozed from 
the tiny slit in the end of his long stiff penis. He took the head between 
his fingers to keep it steady and rubbed it against the outside of her lips 
in a circle, the sticky liquid leaving her lips wet and glistening. Gloria 
knew better than to refuse Lou anything now, and she obediently knelt at his 
knees and let him paint her lips with the viscous discharge of his 
lust-inflated cock. 

Christ, he didn't know how much more he could take ... Lou inched his 
desire-hardened cock back and forth against her open mouth. He saw its 
enormous tip painting her lips wet ... she looked hungrier that way, eager 
and willing to suck his long hard penis right down into her warm throat ... 
and when he could stand it no longer, he let the huge bulbous head slide 
through the moistly nibbling lips and into her softly waiting mouth. 

"Don't be hungry, Gloria baby, go ahead ... eat it! Eat it, baby!" 

He began the long slow grinding, holding her head tight and still in his 
hands and burying his aching cock right up to the hilt. 

"And don't stop when I'm dimming, understand, honey? You just keep right on 
sucking ... but suck harder, harder than ever!" 

Gloria was unable to answer. She tried to nod her head but the long fleshy 
shaft was working its way in and out of her tautly stretched lips now so 
that she couldn't even shake her head. She almost gagged again and she had 
to relax her throat muscles or she would suffocate. He jammed his cock 
through her tightly clamped lips, down over her tongue and deep into her 
throat, again and again and again ... she felt his loins twitch beneath the 
tangled mass of pubic hair as he banged against her. It was beginning ... 
Oh, God, he was going to empty that thing right up into her throat. But 
there was nothing she could do ... nothing! 

Lou felt the telltale beginning twitch of his loins. He could feel the 
dammed-up seething flood of boiling hot semen behind the restraint of his 
aching balls. He slowed his thrusts, savoring every inch-by-inch stroke as 
his desire-swollen penis continued to disappear agonizingly down her velvety 
throat tunnel. He wanted to feel every screaming inch of the delicious run 
from his lust-distended balls to his lewd cock's throbbing, blood-filled 
head. His hands squeezed in on her ears, holding her absolutely motionless 
in his grip, while he pushed down ... deeper and deeper down that tight, 
constrictive throat. Here it comes, he thought, it's coming. He could feel 
the hot semen rushing out of his clenched balls and up from the bottom of 
his long hard penis. He stopped dead still, his cock rammed to the bushy 
hilt down her hungry throat, her head perfectly still, and waited for the 
agonizing explosion deep in his loins. 

"Aaaahhh...! " He gasped sharply and emptied his lungs as at the same 
infinitesimal moment he emptied his sperm-laden balls! 

Gloria sucked voraciously. Hard. She tried to fight it, but it was no use 
... suddenly she wanted it. She wanted this degradation and with it, every 
precious drop of his hot seething flood. 

She sucked at the long quivering cock and swallowed and gulped its gushing 
waves of fluid like a starving animal. Her arms wrapped tightly around his 
hips and she pulled him hard against her, hungrily gulping until every warm, 
milk-like drop was swallowed safely down her throat. 

His cock deflated rapidly and slipped wetly from between her lips as she 
fell, exhausted, away from his penis. In its path, a thin glistening trail 
of semen was strung momentarily from her lips, then broke away and vanished 
into the carpet at Harry's feet. 

Gloria fell onto her back before him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly 
as she struggled to regain her breath. With both hands, she spread open her 
creamy-white thighs, opening up the moist crevice and the soft hair-lined 
lips of her pussy to his view. With her fingers, she quickly spread the pink 
fleshy ridges, revealing the glistening pearl of her clitoris and the warmly 
beckoning opening to her deep, wet vaginal tunnel. 

"Oh God, Lou, put it in me ... I'll make it hard again, Lou, but please put 
it in me quickly ... now, Lou, now!" 

Lou dropped to his knees between her long smooth legs, grabbed her supple 
thighs from the back and bent her legs hard back against her breasts, 
smashing her hardened nipples beneath her knees. Her warm hands clutched for 
his rubbery penis, found it, then rubbed it tenderly as it began to stiffen 
anew. 

A deep throaty moan slipped from her lips, still glistening with his semen, 
as his long, pulsating cock eased up into the clasping confines of her warm, 
wet cunt a I sheath. 

"Oh, yes, baby ... that's it! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Good and hard...! " 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Lena had sat agonizingly through a hastily-prepared dinner, thankful this 
time, at least, that Al was engrossed in his law studies and was not in any 
mood to talk. He had not even mentioned writing the rent check, and Lena 
could not find the courage to bring it up tonight, not until she had talked 
to Mr. Musselman first. She knew it might be necessary to come clean, to 
admit to this whole stupid blunder, but she didn't want to risk ruining her 
whole marriage if she could avoid it. Karlie would know what to do, she 
found herself thinking. The way she's always getting into trouble, she 
surely should have the answer! I'll see her first thing tomorrow. 

"Okay, honey?" Lena suddenly realized that her husband had been talking to 
her. 

"Sorry, Al, I guess I was daydreaming. What did you say?" 

"I said I'm going to work on my paper tonight and I'll be late coming to 
bed." 

Lena knew what that meant another night alone in their double bed. This was 
becoming the rule now, it seemed, rather than the exception; as Al's studies 
grew more demanding, his time for her grew less and less. "You mean your big 
paper?" 

"No, actually it's a special report for the department head, but it's got to 
be done right away. You just go on to bed when you finish the dishes. 
'Night, honey," he said, not once looking up from his notebooks. 

Lena left the room without another word tonight, anyway, she guessed that 
she was lucky that Al had so little time for her. At least he wouldn't say 
anything about the rent check or about his note. 

This was a problem that had been weighing on her thoughts, at least until 
this rent business took priority. She knew things just weren't right between 
her and Al, in the love-making department anyway. Sure, they got along all 
right, but there was a lot more to a marriage than just being friends. Lena 
hadn't said anything about it to him, of course. She knew how puffed-up men 
could get if you ever dared to hint damagingly at their masculine abilities. 
Not that Al was impotent or anything serious like that; it was just that 
their lovemaking bouts seemed to get further and further apart. 

Oh well, that's a worry for another day, she thought, and readied herself 
for bed, slipping into a sheer nightie and easing between the chilled 
sheets. She had been asleep for several hours when she half-consciously felt 
her husband coming into the bed. 

As she felt his weight settle beside her, she snuggled her buttocks up 
against his side, still half-asleep. With the practiced touch acquired from 
night after night of being coolly rebuffed, she waited for him to jerk away 
... to grunt some muffled plea to be left alone ... to tell her, as usual, 
that he preferred his own side of the bed to hers. But this was different; 
she was in luck... 

"Darling ... are you awake?" he whispered. Lena answered with an 
unmistakable seductive wiggle of her behind. She was almost afraid to 
believe it v.. he couldn't be thinking of something other than dropping off 
to sleep. 

"I'm all finished with that report, honey," he said softly. "It didn't take 
as long as I expected." His hand slipped around her waist as he settled in 
behind her, and he pulled her buttocks tightly against his belly. One hand 
slipped up along the smoothness of her back and pulled her nightie up high 
above her waist. He could feel the warm soft nakedness of her bare flesh 
against his abdomen, and he quickly slipped out of his undershorts. 

Lena felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her as she 
sensed the prodding nudge of his hardening penis nestled suggestively in the 
soft furrow of her buttocks. She pushed her soft ass-cheeks back tightly 
against his swelling penis as if to trap it firmly between the roundly firm 
mounds of her buttocks. 

She was hesitant to open her eyes, even for an instant, lest this all be a 
dream, and she find herself really alone, caught up in some incredibly real 
fantasy wrought out of countless lonely, agonizingly empty nights. But it 
was real ... and her husband and lover seemed himself once more. She could 
only pray it would last: that this somehow-ignited spark of passion she had 
thought long extinguished would flame into the wild raging fires of desire 
she had once known. 

"Did you take your pill, darling?" 

Lena nearly laughed aloud; does he think I only take them when we are about 
to make love? She murmured a quiet yes and pulled her nightie the rest of 
the way off her body, shivering a little as her breasts felt the evening 
chill. She quickly squirmed back under the blanket, tighter against her 
man's naked firmness. His cock was fully erect now, stiffly poking upward 
between her legs as she clamped her thighs tightly around the softly 
throbbing shaft. She could feel the full hard length of the firm pole of 
flesh rubbing against the sensitive folds of her excited pussy, the swollen 
purplish tip brushing electrically over the nerve-filled bud of her tiny 
clitoris. Without trying to, she felt the warm moist lips of her vagina 
spread slightly apart, opening eagerly to receive his rock-hard cock, 
hungrily nibbling with sex-starved desire at the long rigid shaft of his 
cock. 

Al slid down further on the mattress, lowering his body behind hers as they 
both lay nestled together on their right sides, easing down over the firm 
ripe half-moons of her buttocks, bulging like twin white melons positioned 
perfectly below the smooth unblemished curve of her beautiful back. His 
aching cock was now perfectly positioned; the throbbing head, distended and 
blood-colored with lust, was poking between the wet, clasping flesh-folds of 
her cunt, and her hot, eager pussy-lips were voraciously sucking the long 
throbbing pole forward, beckoning the hardened shaft into the warm pink 
sheath of her vagina. 

"Now, baby?" he asked needlessly. 

Lena could barely manage a reply. "Oh, yes, Al ... yes, please!" 

Al cocked his hips like the bolt of a rifle, and snapped them forward with a 
deep thrusting lunge into the soft moist slit of her love-starved pussy. 
Lena's mouth opened wide and a deep, soulful moan escaped from far down in 
her throat. 

"Ooooo ... it feels so good to me ... so good, darling!" 

She shuddered from the tips of her toes as his bone-hard love-shaft tunneled 
rapidly in and out of her hungrily clasping cunt, pulling the delicate pink 
pussy flesh back with each backward grind of Al's hips. She could feel his 
long rigid cock slip wetly from her ravenous pussy-lips, then bore deeply 
into her belly again, poking and prodding her innermost treasures with 
pounding thrusts that seemed deeper and harder with every pis toning lunge. 

Her eyes were tightly closed, and before them raced a whirling, dizzying 
kaleidoscope of blues and reds and purples as her husband's maddeningly 
frantic strokes pumped in and out of her eager pussy. Each long, deep thrust 
seemed to push all the way up into her naked belly, and she could feel the 
electrifying waves of ecstasy that were welling up in her loins in 
ever-growing waves, sweeping fantastically over her whole trembling body. 
Her nipples were hard and aching with overwhelming passion, and they 
throbbed steadily as his delicious ravishment continued. His 
desire-stiffened cock was now fully lubricated with the beginning flow of 
her love-juices, and it slithered easily in and out of her possessively 
clasping vagina. A warm sticky stream of viscous liquid trickled along the 
lust-hardened shaft of his organ as it slammed again and again up into her 
sex-famished orifice. 

The colors grew more and more intense, brighter and faster-moving than she 
could ever remember, and she could feel the warm, glowing flame in her belly 
growing hotter and hotter with his every deep, punishing stroke. 

She tried desperately to stifle the ecstatic moans that were fighting to 
escape her parched lips but it was futile to try. Paper-thin walls be 
damned, the raging inferno of her pent-up desires was more than she could 
stand! 

"Oh my God, it's so good ... so good! Don't stop, darling, don't stop!" she 
screamed, shivering involuntarily as his wonderfully painful thrusts grew 
even faster, pounding frenetically again and again into her womb. "Oh, 
honey, yes ... YES!" 

But Al's steadfastly suppressed climax was too near, too impossible to hold 
back a second longer. His eyes recorded the lust-inciting spectacle before 
him, the voluptuously supple buttocks of his beautiful young wife, her 
tantalizing ass-cheeks clenched tightly as she ground excitedly back onto 
the lewdly impaling shaft of his cock, her soft ivory thighs spread wide 
apart to accommodate his sex, her legs opening and closing rhythmically in 
time with the guttural animal cries that choked from her lips... 

"Christ! I'm dimming ... I'm cumming!! " Al shouted, burrowing his long cock 
to the hilt in her steaming wet pussy, slamming his sweat-soaked pelvis 
tightly up against her ass as he pulled her hard back against him, holding 
her firmly on his lust-disgorging cock. His balls exploded in a rapid-fire 
burst of seething hot liquid that filled her belly and oozed back along the 
narrow, hairless crevice of her buttocks and onto the mattress beneath her. 
It seemed to Al that an endless river of life-giving sperm flowed 
unceasingly from his shuddering organ, pumping far up into her nakedly 
writhing insides. 

Lena's whole body tensed as the sudden awareness of what had happened 
registered on her tormented brain. No, no ... this couldn't be happening!" 

"Oh, Al darling, don't stop! Please don't stop yet!" she pleaded, tears 
streaming from her eyes. "I'm almost there ... almost there...." Her voice 
trailed softly away; she could feel his already spent organ softening deep 
inside her, and finally, it slipped with a wet sucking noise from her 
still-hungry passage, flopping uselessly like a dead fish onto her thigh. 

"Please, Al ... just a little more ... please," she implored him, but Al 
didn't answer. 

Without even glancing her way, he swung his bare legs off the bed and, 
without switching on a light, padded carefully to the bathroom to clean up. 
Lena lay quietly on the bed and tried to pretend that it wasn't this way at 
all that this misery she was suffering was all in her mind, but her long, 
lean torso was trembling with the torment of her unsatiated desire and her 
legs were scissoring open and closed in a steady, anguished rhythm. She 
tried to tell herself that all women felt this way after sex with their 
lovers, that it was only normal for a woman to still feel an unanswered need 
like this ... but it was no use ... she knew something was wrong ... 
something... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Lou Musselman could see them coming from upstairs through the narrow window 
that ran along his office wall near the ceiling. He chuckled to himself ... 
They must have gotten their notes! I didn't figure they'd wait around much 
after they read them! 

As he saw it, it was a stroke of pure genius. Not that the Ingram broad's 
husband hadn't helped things along by writing that ass check. Lou had only 
thought to check with the bank on sheer chance when he found the letter and 
check in his mailbox. At first, he was certain his plans were down the 
drain: somehow, they'd managed to pay their rent. So much for all his 
schemes. But Jesus, what a lucky break! The check was rubber! Here the kid 
was studying to be a lawyer and he went and wrote a ass check! He was back 
in the ball park again, only this time the bases were loaded and he was in 
shape for a home run. 

And it was a powerhouse of a play he had in mind, if he did say so himself. 
Man, there was enough money in this idea to put him on Easy Street for the 
rest of his life! 

Of course, he couldn't take credit for the whole thing; his buddy Halbauer 
from the Organization had pretty much put the bug in his ear. But the 
planning, the details, were all his. And Lou was a proud parent indeed. 

It was absurdly simple. Lou's whole scheme was based on the accepted notion 
that there were really only two things men wanted in life money and broads. 
All the other things were just trappings. And here in this college town was 
no exception. Lou knew only too well from his dealings with the college boys 
through their apartments and such that things hadn't really changed at all 
since he was a kid: the guys still wanted pussy, and the ones with the bread 
were more than willing to pay for it. What the hell, it was usually Daddy's 
money anyway. He'd already done the spadework, made his contacts through a 
few recommended guys on the campus, and the scene was set. His boys at the 
school had done enough nosing around to let him know there were all kinds of 
guys out there aching for some lovin'. Some of them were too shy, others 
plain ugly, but whatever their reason, they'd be standing in line for it if 
Lou Musselman could supply what they wanted. And it looked like the first 
delivery was coming down the stairs to his office right about now... 

"Good morning, ladies," he said cheerily. "Come in, come in." 

Karlie and Lena came through the doorway, both of them holding the notices 
he had slipped under their doors this morning when he opened for business 
Please see the administration immediately to prevent legal action regarding 
your past due account! 

And sitting here like this watching the tenants come and go, Lou knew enough 
of everyone's schedule to know when the blonde's husband had left for 
classes. He didn't want him in on the act ... it was the girl he wanted! 

"We'ry here about the rent notice, Mr. Musselman," began Karlie, one hand on 
her hip. A bit cockily, he thought, but that was all right. He could use a 
girl with real spirit in the Organization. 

"Oh yes, you're Miss Hansen, right? And you're, uh ... Mrs. Ingram?" He 
hoped his tone was authentic enough. Christ, he knew their names like he 
knew his own. And everything he could dig up about them with Mr. Halbauer's 
help. "Have a seat, won't you?" 

Karlie sat down quickly, with an air of defiance. Lena was far more 
cautious: after all, she had more at stake here than her girlfriend, though 
they were both in danger of being evicted. She hadn't had to go see Karlie 
about this mess as she'd planned; Karlie was upstairs in a flash when she 
woke up and found the manager's note slipped under her door. 

"Ladies, it seems that you are both ... that is, you and your husband in 
your case, Mrs. Ingram ... both behind quite a bit in your rent. And it 
appears that...." 

"Mr. Musselman...." Karlie was on her feet, interrupting the building 
manager as he began his carefully planned speech. "You told me just a week 
or so ago that there was nothing to be concerned about as long as we got it 
paid pretty soon. You even told me I could tell my friend Lena here the same 
thing. Now what's this crap about legal involvement?" 

Lou was a bit shook but undaunted. This would only involve a bit more 
footwork. "You're quite right, Miss Hansen. I did say exactly that. But 
you've got to remember, I'm only the manager here, I don't own these 
apartments. I have to take my orders like anybody else and there's been a 
drastic change in policy here. It seems that the owner, acting on powerful 
legal counsel, has ordered me to take anyone more than one month behind into 
court. And there's another matter, in your case, Mrs. Ingram, of even 
greater urgency. I would like to discuss it with you in private." 

Lena felt her blood run cold. He knows about the check! "You can say it 
here. Karlie and I share everything." 

"Well, if you insist ... it seems that your husband has written a check to 
this company that is not covered by sufficient funds with your bank. Of 
course, I'm certain you realize what a serious matter this is." 

Lena nodded, biting her lower lip. "Yes, I do realize it. But it wasn't 
intentional ... it was all my fault. Al didn't know the money was already 
spent, honest!" 

Lou smiled benevolently, trying to look as much like a kindly father figure 
as his personality would allow. "Now, now. I'm sure it was some kind of a 
mix-up. But the problem still remains. I have my job to think of, you know. 
And jobs are kinda' hard to come by right now. If I stick my neck out too 
far, I might find myself in the unemployment lines." 

"But I can pay the back rent when I get paid!" 

"Yes, Mrs. Ingram, but that only takes care of part of the problem. You see, 
you will owe for another month then, and when will that be paid? I can't 
keep carrying you on the books a month behind. Your rental contract clearly 
states that your rent must be paid ... in advance ... at the first of every 
month. And Miss Hansen, what about you? You're even further behind now." 

Karlie only looked at him there was something showing in his eyes. She 
couldn't quite put her finger on it yet, but she'd been around a lot more 
than Lena. Her friend was still a babe-in-the-woods when it came to men. 
Yes, ol' Musselman was up to something, she was sure of it! 

"So you see, he continued, "I have to have the money right away or turn this 
whole matter over to the owner's attorney. Then it's completely out of my 
hands and there will be nothing I can do to help you." 

"But I don't have the money yet!" exclaimed 

Lena. "I just don't have it!" 

"Mrs. Ingram, surely you understand the seriousness of this matter. Not only 
can you be taken to court and then evicted, your husband can be arrested and 
possibly even go to jail for signing that worthless check." 

"Jail! Oh no, surely he wouldn't go to jail!" 

Lou shook his head seriously. "I'm afraid so, ma'am. This is a very serious 
situation." 

Lena was stunned she had thought of the awful possible consequences, of 
course, but somehow they seemed much more frightening when she could 
actually hear them being spelled out for her. Al in jail! God, no, she 
couldn't let it happen! 

Lou could see that he had her hooked and he began to play her like a 
sportsman plays a trophy fish. Too much tension and your quarry escapes, too 
little and you're left just as empty-handed. You had to be careful ... easy, 
Lou, not too hard, but just enough. "Maybe you could take it from some 
savings? Or perhaps an extra part-time job or something?" he suggested with 
a convincing smile. 

"We haven't a cent in savings. How about you, Karlie?" 

The vivacious redhead laughed aloud. "You must be kidding! You know me 
better than that. Savings!" 

"Maybe I could quit my classes and work full-time in the language 
department. But Al would kill me if I did that." 

"So what have you got to lose? He's going to kill you anyway when he finds 
out." 

"Oh, Karlie, stop reminding me! It's bad enough without you on my back too!" 
she cried, on her feet too now, wringing her hands nervously. 

Lou was still at his desk, patiently, anxiously, watching and waiting for an 
opening. like a skilled boxer, he was toying with his opponents, looking for 
just the right bit of daylight to throw his right jab into. And it looked 
like this was it. 

"You know, maybe there is a way you young ladies could wiggle out of this. I 
mean, I'm sticking my neck out just mentioning it, but I don't want to see 
either of you get into trouble." 

Lena had stopped her nervous pacing and was looking only at Lou's face. 
"What, what? Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!" she said innocently, 
her mind thinking of perhaps some typing or office work, maybe even 
gardening or painting. Sure, she'd stoop to that, anything to clear her 
husband and get out of this awful mess! 

Lou looked away for an instant. "Well, it's sort of a delicate matter. 
Something I hardly know how to bring up," he said, a sheepish grin on his 
face like an anxious schoolboy. 

Suddenly a knowing smile broke out across Karlie's face. "I get it, Mr. 
Musselman. I think I read you loud and clear." 

Lena was only more confused. "Would you tell me, then? I seem to be the only 
one who doesn't know what's going on!" 

"Oh, don't worry, friend," said the redhead cynically, "you haven't really 
missed much. But I think Mr. Musselman and I have been traveling in the same 
circles. At least I think I'm beginning to recognize the pitch." 

Lou had the ball and didn't want to fumble now. "Oh, it's quite simple, 
actually. And legal, of course. We wouldn't ask you to do anything that 
wasn't. My associates have a new enterprise they're about to undertake. 
Something like the escort services they have down in New York. This is a 
college town, you know, and the boys here outnumber the girls about four to 
one. So naturally, there is a market created for just such a commercial 
undertaking. We provide the escorts ... dates, if you prefer ... for our 
clients. And naturally, you will be well paid for your time." 

Lena's eyes widened as it finally occurred to her what this man was talking 
about. "Oh, I get it now! You must be crazy! I'd never in a million years 
stoop to such a thing! I'll go to jail or court or whatever ... but I won't 
become some kind of ... tramp just to settle a bill!" she exclaimed. 

"Now, now, Mrs. Ingram, you're looking at this all wrong. Nobody is asking 
you to compromise yourself for the sake of a few dollars. This is a quite 
ethical undertaking and...." 

"Stop it! I won't listen to any more of this! I'm getting out of here. Are 
you coming?" she shouted angrily. 

"In a minute, in a minute. I'll see you back at your apartment, okay?" 
Karlie said. The blonde girl stormed out without another word, leaving 
Karlie alone with Lou. 

"You seem to be the one with all the sense," he said grinning. "Why don't 
you see if you can make your friend see things in a proper light. And just 
between you and me, there's enough money here for all of us. You could be 
living in a pent house and driving a Jaguar in just a few months. And 
there's no risk, absolutely none at all. My associates and I will take care 
of everything." 

"And what's expected of us? A few all-night sessions with half of some horny 
fraternity house?" 

Lou laughed nervously. "Why, Miss Hansen, you surprise me. I would never be 
a part to such a thing. This is an honest, legitimate enterprise, licensed 
by the state of New York to...." 

"Yeah, I know, I know. Dinner and dancing, maybe a double feature at the 
movies. Right, Lou, I've heard it all before. Anyway, I haven't made up my 
mind yet. How about let's talking it over ... say about eight at your 
apartment?" 

Lou nodded, his mouth unconsciously half open. His eyes were already eagerly 
searching the tall voluptuous redhead's young firm curves. 

Jesus, what she must be like in bed! 

Karlie got up and picked up her jacket and leather over-the-shoulder bag. 
"Then it's a date, huh?" she winked. 

"Honey, the U.S. Marines couldn't drag me away! See you at eight." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The view from Lou's tiny apartment was hardly better than from the basement 
office, but it was on the top floor and he could see out over the adjoining 
rooftops when the air was clear, down over the city and across the Hudson to 
the open countryside on the opposite shore. But not tonight ... tonight Lou 
wasn't interested in the view. Or in anything else for that matter, save 
this incredible heaven-sent position he had found himself entangled in. In 
the dim light of evening, there were two sweating, naked forms visible in 
the shadows of his apartment, like specters in the grayness, glistening and 
gleaming with the sheen of perspiration that covered both their nakedly 
tangled bodies. 

He was lucky that he was the manager, for surely the people in the adjoining 
apartment were finding it quite difficult to concentrate on their evening's 
television or studies or whatever they were doing to pass the time. Whatever 
it was, Lou wasn't interested he had more than enough here to handle! 

"Mmmmm ... it's so deep ... so deep!" Karlie's skirt, blouse, and brassiere 
and panties were strewn on the floor beside the sofa, and her long bare legs 
were cocked back at a forty-five-degree angle, flattened hard back against 
her full, firmly-set breasts. 

Lou Musselman was half on his knees, half arched off the sofa with the 
support of his feet and palms, his long hard lust-engorged cock buried deep 
in the young girl's naked belly, stretching apart the warm, hungry lips of 
her vagina as he flexed the huge shaft far up in her womb. He tightened his 
loins, giving the bulging head of his cock a little jerk deep inside her, 
bringing a deep groan from her lips, her teeth tightly clenched. He flexed 
again ... another groan from deep in her throat. She gasped as he began a 
slow revolving motion with his pelvis and her hot cuntal walls grew 
accustomed to this thick fleshy spear. He ground his throbbing cock tightly 
into her naked pussy flesh, expanding the still cringing walls of her cunt 
until it fit like a soft leather glove. 

Lou reached past the naked young redhead to the dangling cords of the 
draperies and gave the shorter one a strong yank. The turquoise drapes 
parted enough to cast a soft gray glow over the room, outlining the smooth 
gleaming curves of the voluptuously beautiful woman beneath him. Her breasts 
were two ivory mounds, capped with the warm tiny pinkness of her crinkly 
nipples, hard and throbbing as he asserted his power deep in the warmly 
clasping sheath up between her widespread legs. Her eyes were closed, her 
teeth still clenched, her face distorted from the delicious pain his thickly 
swollen organ was bringing to her moist pussy-slit. 

With unbelieving eyes, Musselman ran his sweating palms over the girl's 
naked flesh, rubbing lewdly the moon-shaped cheeks of her buttocks, probing 
delicately at the velvety cunt-lips ovaled around his hugely impaling 
member. His fingertip flicked tentatively at her tiny puckered anus as his 
hand eased down between their sweat-soaked bodies, then suddenly popped 
through the tight surrounding nether ring and wormed deeply into the soft 
rubbery flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny hole until the 
palm of his hand lay flat against her roundly trembling ass-cheeks, his 
whole middle finger sunk far up inside the forbidden little channel. 

Musselman couldn't believe his luck; he'd been happy with just Gloria to 
mess around with. But this! This was more than one man could ask for. He'd 
only been here for an hour or so, and a couple of drinks ago he was sitting 
quietly on the sofa with this beautiful, hot-blooded mink and now ... now, 
it was too fantastic to be real! He'd been around good-looking girls all his 
life, and he'd balled more than his share, many times more. But not in all 
those years, all those girls, could he remember one like this. Christ, she'd 
practically torn his pants off trying to get at his cock. And now, hell, she 
was hotter than a lit firecracker! 

He began a hard rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Karlie's moistly 
stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from his back-stroke and 
battering her writhing body back hard against the sofa cushions. Ignoring 
the cramped muscle in his twisted arm, he continued his relentless 
plundering of her defenselessly upturned anus with his rigid middle finger, 
slowly pistoning it in rhythm with the long, deep thrusts of his huge cock. 
The combination of the two brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure from 
her sensually parted lips in time with the agonizing tempo of his fucking. 

Karlie was enjoying every second of it she'd been without a man for weeks 
and weeks now, and nothing could have felt better to her at this moment than 
the blood-chilling ecstasy of a long, hard cock shoved deep into her belly. 
That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger it was, the better. 
Being with a man like this always brought out the hidden masochistic urges 
she suppressed so well in everyday life. Flat on her back like this, naked 
and helpless, she could let those shameful desires run rampant, pull her 
knees back tight against her breasts and savor wondrously the deep, 
burrowing thrusts of a man's penis far up inside her wet juicy cuntal 
passage. Lou was well-hung, she liked that in a man, and now, nothing else 
mattered. Her hips were moving with a savage rhythm of their own, grinding 
up at his hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the pace of his 
cock and finger ravaging both the hot, hungry holes up between her legs. 

"Oh, yes ... Goddamn it, yes ... Fuck me like this, fuck me! Oh shit, yes! 
Fuck me!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Lou's pelvis, 
knocking the cushions askew in her mindless passion. 

She opened her eyes, she could see the clear, unmistakable outline of a man 
hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck 
slightly; she could look down between her upturned thighs and see the long, 
glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her own 
upturned vagina. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips 
forward, sending the long pole diving down into the hot wetness of her 
voraciously tight cunt. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in 
fact, it almost seemed right ... she needed a man, any man. The face was of 
no importance. What she needed was buried deep between her smooth bare 
thighs... 

The fevered ecstasy reached a bone-shattering peak, "Oh, God, don't stop! 
Don't stop! Fuck me like this forever! Oh yes ... fuck me!" 

She grunted into the chill air, gyrating her naked ass-cheeks faster and 
faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of flesh that was pounding 
its way deeper and deeper up into her belly with ever-increasing speed. 

It was impossible for Lou to hold back any longer. He took one long, lustful 
look at the viciously writhing young girl pinned helplessly beneath the 
weight of his body and began fast, punishing thrusts that buried his long 
aching cock right up to the hairs on his pelvis with each and every long, 
deep lunge. Faster and faster he pounded far into her raging hot belly 
until... 

"No, no ... wait! Please, just a little more!" screamed Karlie, but it was 
too late. 

Lou's lips parted and a long low sigh of release escaped with a groan as his 
sperm-swollen balls pumped spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum deep into her 
nakedly quivering belly. She ground her cock-hungry cunt up tightly against 
his pelvis to try to stop the warm flow even for an instant but her very 
eagerness deprived her of his last few gasping thrusts. The warmly nibbling 
grip of her pussy-lips milked his spent cock clean, the last drop of his hot 
viscous load sloshing deep inside her passion distended womb. 

Lou pulled himself off the still squirming girl, his cock slithering wetly 
from her hungry clutches as the wet pink pussy-lips released their prize 
reluctantly. A thin string of white stickiness hung from the tip of his cock 
over her bare thigh. 

Karlie lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could, and Lou stretched out 
beside her on the carpeted floor, his flaccid penis lying uselessly between 
his widespread thighs. Her breasts rose and fell in a rapid rhythm as she 
gasped for breath to fill her emptied lungs. Still the flames of undiluted 
passion raged out of control in her loins, a scorching inferno of 
unfulfilled animal desires that still needed answering. Without any 
conscious effort, her own hands began to ease slowly down along the flat 
expanse of her belly, over the sweat-soaked mound of her pelvis and down the 
smooth curve of her supple thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed 
lightly over the puffy warm lips of her wet pussy slit, and a blast of 
electricity shot through her naked body as her fingers touched the 
incredibly sensitive folds. Her middle finger slipped into the sperm-soaked 
opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the soft moist 
cunt-walls close involuntarily around the single digit, hungrily grasping at 
anything to fill the painful void. 

She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move slightly; Lou was 
kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his rising cock clutched 
between the clenched fingers of his left hand. Above her like that in the 
near-darkness he looked like a giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his 
penis, and he watched her eagerly as she kept her attention focused on the 
fleshy instrument jutting from his hair-covered loins. As she watched, it 
swelled ... only a little at first, then more, in quick jerking movements as 
the momentum of desire grew stronger inside him. 

"Turn over," he commanded. 

Karlie obediently rolled over on the sofa, smearing the trail of semen on 
her thigh over the fabric of the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her 
stomach, awaiting his instructions. It didn't bother her this way; sometimes 
she enjoyed it even more on her knees. Somehow the penetrations seemed even 
deeper that way. 

"Now kneel up," he ordered. 

Lou grabbed impatiently at her hips and pulled her to her knees. She rested 
panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded buttocks shoved high 
and vulnerable in the air, and her face resting on the arm of the sofa. Her 
reddened eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body was enduring; her 
pulse quickened at the prospect of this man's steel-hard penis embedded 
deeply inside her pussy again. 

Suddenly she felt the insistent probing of Lou's desire-hardened cock 
against the forbidden tautness of her cringing ass-hole. She waved the 
quivering half-moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt head of 
his cock pushing firmly against the tiny puckered hole. 

"No, Lou ... not there. I can't take it there. You're too big, it'll split 
me open," she uttered without too much excitement, still assured that her 
urging plea would be sufficient to protect her soft delicate back passage 
from ravishment. 

Lou didn't answer, but responded instead with a cruel shove forward, burying 
his throbbing rod of male-flesh deep up in her tiny puckered rectum. He 
grunted loudly as the tight rubbery walls closed tinglingly tight around his 
throbbing penis. 

Karlie jumped forward with anguished surprise, "Ohhhh! God, you're killing 
me! Take it out, you're splitting me in half!" 

Lou grabbed the fleshy rims of her hips like a couple of handles, and forced 
her buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping as his cock 
disappeared to the hilt in the tight grip of her tiny hairless anal passage. 
His balls slung forward and slapped against the dripping wet crevice, 
brushing ever so gently against the puckered ridges of her pussy. He gripped 
her tightly, and she was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It 
was like the big end of a baseball bat had been rammed up inside her, shoved 
far up into her belly until her stomach tightened with nausea from the dull 
pain. 

"Oh, please ... I can't stand it any more! God, you're gonna split me open! 
Pull it out, PLEASE!" she begged. 

But Lou was deaf to her pleas; his eyes were wide with astonished disbelief 
as he watched his thick cock slide back and forth, first back until the 
swollen tip alone remained between the tightly stretched oval of her anus, 
then forward again, inch by inch, until all of his long, hard shaft was 
nestled deep inside her constrictive rear passage. The feeling was 
incredible! It was like a warm hand covered in soft pink velvet had grabbed 
his throbbing cock and was pulling it far up inside the helpless girl's 
belly. He was like a man possessed; harder and harder he rammed his 
rock-hard spear home, pushing aside the fragile pink walls of her anus as he 
shoved his lust-driven penis as far as it could go up into her nakedly 
writhing belly. 

But for Karlie, a most definite change was taking place. The pain was 
subsiding; or rather, it was being replaced with an overwhelming feeling of 
total subjugation, total ravishment at the hands of this near-stranger. The 
mental picture of her quivering buttocks being so ruthlessly plundered 
incited spasms of wicked pleasure in her writhing body. The unanswered 
hunger in her belly began to rage out of control once again. She began to 
undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with the strong muscles of 
her rectum at the impaling shaft embedded so lewdly inside her, squeezing at 
the fleshy shaft now boring into her from behind. She wanted to suck it dry, 
to fill that untried orifice with this man's seething cum, to feel his hot 
sticky flood fill her belly again until it ran in torrents down her 
sweat-soaked thighs. She had never had it this way before; always she had 
been able to talk her way out of it whenever a man was so inclined. But 
tonight she regretted having ever had a second thought about it. she was 
wallowing in the intense pleasure-pain, savoring every second of the 
delicious agony he was inflicting on her ravaged back passage. She clenched 
her buttocks tightly, intensifying the masochistic thrill that had taken 
control of her body. Nothing mattered except this; nothing but this long, 
hard muscle of masculine flesh that was bringing her such wanton ecstasy. 
She wanted it to shoot its load into her; she wanted to feel its scalding 
warmth flooding her very bowels with an unending torrent of life-giving 
sperm until it sloshed deep in her belly. She wanted it to run through every 
pore of her naked body in rivers of wicked pleasure. 

And an instant later her wishes were fulfilled ... just as she felt the 
awesome wave of her orgasm swelling inside her loins, she felt his stiffened 
cock suddenly inflate even larger and begin spewing its white hot load deep 
up her tightly clasping ass-hole. It ricocheted wildly around inside and 
dripped from the hungrily sucking hole and streamed down the naked redhead's 
lewdly scissoring thighs. His balls were slammed tightly in the sopping wet 
crevice beneath her ass-hole, and the oozing liquid flowed warmly down over 
his hair-covered balls as they brushed lightly against the puckered pink 
lips of her warmly seeping pussy, sending a shudder of wicked excitement 
through her tortured body. 

"I'm cumming! Oh dear God," she screamed, "I'm cuumminng." 

She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still emptying cock buried 
deep in her hungrily clasping rectum and with a loud scream from between 
clenched teeth felt her whole body explode with the pricks of a billion 
red-hot needles. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed forward on 
the sofa as his cock slipped with a lewd wet sucking sound from the tight 
velvet grip of her rectum. She shivered once more as the cool air rushed 
like a gale wind up between her legs, chilling her very inside s. 

Lou's body had somehow managed to stay intact through all this, though every 
last ounce of energy and strength was drained from his every straining 
muscle. With a gasping moan that seemed more of relief than of pain, he fell 
to the floor beside the sofa, his arms and legs spread-eagle, his breath 
coming in quick, short gasps. 

After a while, he managed to speak again. "How about it, sweetheart, think 
you can bring your friend in on the action? You know all that shit this 
afternoon about going to court was just that ... a lot of shit. Can you turn 
her head in the right direction?" 

Karlie grinned, her breasts still heaving as she shivered out the last 
traces of her delicious orgasm. "Don't worry about Lena. You get the money 
ready, baby, and I'll do the rest!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Lena Ingram was sitting nervously against one long wall of the campus's 
larger student cafeteria. Nearby, a table full of freshmen boys were making 
lewd noises and trying to attract her attention. She hated eating here alone 
somebody was always trying to pick her up or worse. But today she scarcely 
noticed them. Karlie had called her just before she left for class and asked 
her to meet her here. She wouldn't tell her anything on the phone, but from 
just her way of talking and her evasiveness, Lena had more than a pretty 
good idea what her girlfriend wanted. And if Karlie asked her, she would 
have to admit that Lou's suggestion, as filthy and disgusting as it was, had 
bounced around in her dreams all night long. It wasn't that she was having 
any second thoughts about that vile man's dirty ideas; no, she still got 
sick to her stomach just thinking about him. But she was desperate sooner or 
later Al was going to find out, find out she had betrayed him and maybe 
ruined everything he was working so hard to build for the both of them. Oh 
God, how could she ever hope to face her husband and tell him about this? 
How could he ever forgive her after what she did? 

No, Lou Musselman's vile notions were just as alien and disgusting as 
yesterday, but Lena was beginning to wonder ... how could anything be worse 
than this predicament she had gotten herself into? Would it be worse to 
stoop to what he wanted of her than to live with this memory eating at her 
the rest of her life, the knowledge that she alone, in her own blind 
stupidity, had ruined her marriage and maybe destroyed the man she loved in 
the process? 

You could have followed Karlie's progress through the crowded cafeteria by 
noting the turning of heads and the buzzing din of whispered compliments and 
envious asides as she maneuvered toward Lena's table with her lunch tray. It 
was like watching a shark's fin cutting through the water as the crowd of 
students, mostly boys, parted to let her pass and she jauntily strode 
through their midst, head and breasts both held proudly high, her thick red 
mane of luxuriant hair trailing behind her like a queen's train. 

"Hi, been waiting long?" she asked with her usual toothy smile. Lena just 
shook her head and motioned for her girlfriend to take a chair. She just 
wasn't in the mood for the usual school girl chatter. This whole terrible 
nightmare with the check and now with the building manager had grown to 
monstrous proportions in her mind and she wanted to rid herself of this 
terrible burden ... one way or another. All last night she had practically 
held her breath as she sat watching television and then working on her class 
assignments for a while, hoping upon hope that Al wouldn't say anything that 
would put her on the spot she wanted far more than anything else to avoid a 
confrontation just yet. She wasn't sure she would be able to tell her 
husband a lie; if he asked her anything about this, she'd probably have to 
tell the truth, no matter what the cost. And it was just this that she 
wanted to avoid, but only if there was some other viable solution, some 
other way to save both her marriage and her husband's career. 

"I guess you've been thinking over Mr. Musselman's proposal, huh?" asked the 
redhead, spooning into a half grapefruit. 

"It's out of the question, Karlie. I just couldn't bring myself to do 
something like that. I mean, even if it is so innocent, I couldn't do it. 
What if Al found out? That would be worse than the mess I'm in now!" 

"Yeah, yeah, but I think you're worrying too much. This is a big city and 
the odds are awfully slim that he would ever know. Besides, just one or two 
assignments from Mr. Musselman and you're in the clear, no more rent 
overdue. And he'll tear up that ass check. What could be simpler?" 

"Just one or two assignments? Karlie, that doesn't make any sense," said 
Lena, puzzled. "How could he make any money at that rate? We owe an awful 
lot of back rent money ... he'd have to be a fool to wipe it all out for 
just that." 

Karlie shook her head, then swallowed the mouthful of cold milk she had been 
swirling around inside her cheeks. "You're right, but this is a special 
situation. You see, the way he explained it to me last night...." 

"You saw that man last night?" 

The tall redhead blushed visibly but quickly recovered, and after taking 
another sip of milk, continued, "Yeah, just on business. Anyway, he's just 
starting this business, see, and he hasn't got any girls working for him 
yet. And he doesn't want to run any newspaper ads because the authorities 
usually get the wrong idea about escort services of this sort." 

"Escort service?" 

"Yes, that's what it's called. like I said, he hasn't got any girls yet and 
he's sort of in a bind. So if we agree to go to work for him, he'll call it 
even on the back rent. Fair enough, huh?" 

"Oh, gee, Karlie I don't know. It just doesn't seem right to me. I could 
never hope to explain it to Al so I'd have to do it behind his back. And I 
just hate to do something like that." 

Karlie's face suddenly lost its softness. "C'mon, Lena, grow up! You're in a 
hell of a mess and this is the only way out. So stop looking around for some 
better deal to fall down out of the sky. It's this or nothing. Maybe you'd 
rather see Al explaining that check in criminal court." 

Lena was momentarily stunned. "Karlie, I've never heard you talk like that 
before and I'm nor sure I like it. You sound so ... so hard." 

"I'm sorry," she said, her smile returning as quickly as it left. "I guess I 
just get a little impatient sometimes. Anyway, I think it's a more than fair 
offer and I'm taking him up on it whether you join me or not." 

"I'm the one who should apologize, Karlie. You're right, I suppose. I should 
be grateful for any way out of this mess, no matter what." 

"Now that's more like it. Where've you been hiding all that common sense you 
Swedes are supposed to have?" 

"I'm only half Swedish, remember, and I guess the American side has been 
running things lately. But tell me more about this 'escort service'. It 
doesn't sound quite so bad when you call it that." 

Karlie felt her stomach knot up that was exactly what Lou had said last 
night! She didn't like stringing her best friend along like this, but she 
managed to convince herself that this was as much for Lena as for herself. 
After all, wasn't Lena the one with the really serious money problems? Sure, 
she was only doing her a favor ... Lena would thank her in the end, for 
certain. 

"It's like Lou, uh ... Mr. Musselman explained," said Karlie. "He and a 
couple of business associates are running what they call an escort service. 
Uh, they're really quite popular in some of the big cities. like New York 
and London and San Francisco. I even knew a girl who once worked for one in 
San Francisco." 

"Really?" 

"Sure! There's nothing wrong with it. And the agency will screen all the 
clients, so there's no chance of getting some escaped lunatic or something." 
That sounded convincing those were the first words she had spoken that had 
not come from Lou's own mouth, and she was proud of her own cleverness. 
"Well, what'ya say? Are you with me?" 

Lena's brow was creased and you could see the anguish in her eyes even 
through the sunglasses she wore to screen them from the harsh glare of the 
cafeteria's two story glass front. "I still don't know, Karlie. Give me some 
time ... I'll have to think about it some more." 

Karlie smiled and looked into her friend's face. C'mon, silly, this is the 
chance of a lifetime! Why can't you see it? Why? 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The Gray Fox was not the kind of place the college students frequented, yet 
this was the place Lena's "client" had asked to meet her. She was not here 
yet and it was almost eight-thirty. Randy Hargreave sat alone at one end of 
the bar, nervously fingering his expensive silk tie, an original from a 
Paris boutique he frequented on his vacation trips abroad, usually in the 
company of his mother, Mrs. Sarah Lane Hargreaves and her sister Abigail. He 
was a freshman in liberal arts at the university, hoping to major in 
classical Greek or in archaeology, two of his many interests, neither of 
which offered any promise of a money-making career, but then, as a member of 
the Hargreave family, Randy had known from an early age that he would never 
have to worry about such trivial pursuits as employment and the like. His 
late father, Colonel Randolph H.P. Hargreave Sr., had seen to that, first 
with a rubber plantation in Indochina that he wisely disposed of before the 
French loss-of-face, and later, with a series of incredible prophetic 
investments in some then-unheard-of company experimenting with something 
called transistors. 

Hargreave Senior had left his only son quite a legacy, money, a good name, 
even his British-officer's rugged features. But there was one thing young 
Randy still needed, and unfortunately Colonel Hargreave was not around now 
to give it to him. Randy was nineteen, almost twenty in a few months, but 
still there was something missing from his life. That essential ingredient, 
that keystone in the bridge of his manhood he had never had a woman. 
Actually, that was a lie. There had been one, one that was paid for her work 
and did her task well, but somehow that did not seem to count. Anybody could 
pay some cheap whore off the street, but Randy Hargreave wanted better. Only 
he still lacked the surety he needed to strike out on his own. Defeat did 
not come easy to a Hargreave, especially the only son of the famous Colonel, 
and Randy was not certain he could bear the burden of being rebuffed should 
he strike out on his first real try at bat. 

This girl tonight would be the test, the buffer, so to speak, between that 
cheap little tramp before and the dozens of available girls strolling the 
campus at this very minute. He had arranged this date through a friend of 
his. Actually, through a friend of his friend, some guy in the fraternity 
scene who had all the right contacts. The arrangement was fairly fascinating 
in itself this girl who would be his date was no play-for-pay hussy. She was 
hired to be his companion for the evening, and as his friend had explained 
it. "Whatever happens later is between you and the chick!" 

Randy liked a challenge; having lived a life devoid of any challenge at all, 
he relished the opportunity of facing up to this confrontation and mastering 
the situation. He was pretty confident of his ability to win out. After all, 
he'd read all those books the men's magazines sell on being the 
man-about-town bachelor. He had what had to be the nicest apartment of 
anybody in the school probably nicer than any of the staff or faculty, for 
that matter. And he figured he wouldn't lose any points with his Corvette 
Stingray either. Yes sir, he figured cockily, she would surely have to see 
things his way. He couldn't lose ... this little bird was as good as laid! 

Lena left her coat with the check girl and nervously entered the foyer of 
the richly decorated restaurant. She glanced around the crowded main room, 
eyeing the couples and small groups that were dining at tiny linen-draped 
tables. Why did the nicest restaurants have the smallest tables? she 
wondered. She had been told by Mr. Musselman, through Karlie, to meet her 
"client" in the outer lobby, but there was no one there except an elderly 
couple waiting for a taxi. Maybe he didn't show up, then I can just go home 
now, she hoped. But she knew even that was impossible, for she had told Al 
she was going to a lecture on rug weaving at the crafts center with 

Karlie. That was the best she could think of, for she knew he'd never ask 
her about it out of curiosity, like he would if she claimed to have been at 
some political speech or something. Rug making was as far afield from Al's 
interests as you could get, and she had covered her bet by being certain 
that Karlie would be out too. She had her first assignment tonight, also, 
but they were unable to arrange it so they could be together. That had 
seemed a bit strange to Lena, but Lou Musselman absolutely refused to allow 
it, so there was nothing she could do. 

"Uh, excuse me ... are you Lena?" came the voice from over her shoulder. She 
turned quickly and found a nice-looking young man, probably her own age or 
maybe less, dressed in a suit that had to be custom-tailored and wearing a 
striped shirt that reminded her of the Frenchmen she had known in Paris. 

"Yes." 

"I'm Randy Hargreave. Uh, I have a table already if you will come this way." 

Lena followed his lead anxiously, her stomach aflutter with at least two 
dozen large active butterflies, until they were seated together at his table 
against the wall in one of the restaurant's more secluded alcoves. 

They chatted forcedly, struggling for the words that might have come easily 
under less demanding circumstances, until the bottle of imported champagne 
that Randy had ordered arrived. 

"Oh, wow, this is French!" exclaimed Lena excitedly. "I haven't had any 
since I was in Paris." 

"Paris? Have you been to Paris?" And that was the opening wedge. From that 
point on they were on common ground memories of the world's greatest city, 
comparing notes on hidden little unknown bistros, fondly reminiscing about 
the food in a thousand tiny out-of-the way restaurants. And, of course, the 
champagne didn't hurt the sudden oncoming of familiarity at all. Without 
even realizing it, Lena drank first one glass then another, then a third. 
And pretty soon she had forgotten all the million and one anxieties she had 
about agreeing to this at all. All day she had worried what if Al should 
find out? What if my client tried to get fresh? What if I ran into some 
friends? What if...? 

But now all of that was shoved aside in favor of some fond memories of the 
good old times in France, the times that always were better in retrospect 
than in reality, but were exciting and fond enough to recall just the same. 

And when the dinner, French fare of course, to round out the nostalgic 
interlude, was finished, Lena was buttressed with the false strength and 
self-assurance of half a bottle of potent French bubbly. Otherwise she would 
never have agreed to what came next. Had she been sober and with her wits 
about her, she would have firmly suggested, in an unmistakable manner, a 
movie or the theater or perhaps a quiet coffee house somewhere with live 
entertainment. There were a number of them around, some with quite good 
budding performers up from New York. But she didn't ... and it was quite 
possibly the most important decision she had ever made. One that would 
affect her life from this moment on. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

They sat together on Randy's tufted leather sofa, in the living room of his 
expansive bachelor apartment. Original oils that must have cost a fortune 
adorned practically every inch of wall space, yet Lena had the feeling they 
were selected by some interior designer, much like the nouveau riche often 
stock their libraries with books they have bought by the yard rather than by 
titles. 

For a long time they talked of each other's lives, Lena feeling completely 
open and trusting from the champagne and from the fine Spanish sherry they 
were drinking now. She told him about her husband, about growing up on Army 
bases in Europe. In fact, everything that Karlie had told her not to mention 
at all. She had warned her to keep it strictly business, to dodge any and 
all questions about her personal life, but that seemed ridiculous now, so 
she rambled on unconcerned now, not afraid anymore. Of course, she was still 
apprehensive about this whole business, and she did not feel any better 
about having lied to her husband, but at least she wasn't so terrified now. 
Randy seemed like a nice enough young man, not at all the type she would 
have gone for when she was single, but nice just the same. He was obviously 
a bit shy, though he over-compensated for it occasionally by pretending to 
be the man of the world that he obviously wasn't. But that could be 
overlooked, for wasn't it fairly common among guys his age? She took another 
sip of her sherry and listened as he told her of his last trip to Europe 
with his mother and aunt. They had been among the first customers of a new 
special service for the wealthy that incorporated a private jet with a 
Rolls-Royce and a fleet of chauffeured cars scattered about Europe to take 
you wherever you desired. She listened eagerly as he told her about arriving 
at some Austrian Count's castle for dinner and accommodations, how they were 
served an incredible formal seven-course dinner by a staff larger than some 
hotel dining rooms. It was like a fairy tale world to Lena and she just 
nodded and listened as Randy Hargreave rambled on. He was obviously proud of 
his money and didn't mind waving it around a bit, but Lena didn't mind. 
After all, she would be on her way soon, half-way to being financially on 
her feet again, and she would probably never see this rich boy again. 

She was looking at a particular painting that dominated one wall when she 
felt his arm settle over her shoulder. At first, she did nothing it seemed 
innocent enough but soon it eased down to the swelling curve of her breast 
and she tensed like a jack-lighted doe as she felt his alien touch through 
the fabric of her dress. 

"Please, Randy ... don't spoil everything now," Lena pleaded, still looking 
away. Her hand swept his away from her breast. 

Randy only smiled and, keeping his hand firmly in place, began kneading her 
softly yielding flesh between his fingers. His brashness surprised him as 
much as Lena, but there would be no stopping him now. 

"You needn't play games with me ... We both know what comes next. It's 
inevitable." 

Lena looked into his face at last, and what she saw frightened her so badly 
she could scarcely speak. Her face was suddenly pale and drawn as she pulled 
stubbornly at his hand. 

"You've got to stop. Please!" cried Lena, fear clouding her eyes. Watery 
tears started to trickle down her smooth cheeks as he held her firmly in 
spite of her struggle to free herself. 

Nothing would stop him now. He quickly wrapped his other arm around her, and 
with strength she couldn't resist, pinioned her tightly in his arms and 
forced his face against hers. She twisted and kicked valiantly, but it was 
futile. His mouth closed brutishly on her soft moist lips as he eased the 
weight of his body over hers and pushed her backwards onto the sofa. 

Randy couldn't contain a nervous laugh that came out of nowhere as he 
reached over her narrow shoulders and unzipped her dress. There wasn't a 
thought in his brain at this moment, except that of uncovering this 
delectable young blonde and giving her pleasure as no one had ever done. It 
didn't matter that she was a married woman, that she had a husband, and for 
all he knew, maybe a couple of kids. That was like something in another 
world, to Randy she was only an innocent virgin, as fresh and unspoiled as 
any girl on earth. Yes, he'd give her pleasure, all right, and perhaps a 
little pain, but he knew she'd thank him for this ... before long she'd be 
begging him for more. 

"No, please ... stop please!" 

She was screaming so loudly he feared someone would call the manager. Her 
fingers jabbed at his face and tore at his hair as she lost all hope of 
escaping this terrible fate with only words. He managed to yank her dress 
down over her shoulders, and down, finally, to her young trim waist. He 
swept her flailing hands away and somehow freed the hooks on her brassiere, 
reaching far over her shoulders as she squirmed and kicked like a wildcat. 
He yanked the thin brassiere free and tossed it to the floor, exposing the 
soft excitedly heaving mounds of her ivory breasts, bouncing and writhing 
with the frantic contortions of her body. Holding her arms pinned to her 
sides, he lowered his lips to her pink, wrinkled nipples and brushed the 
smooth skin which felt like the peach-soft suppleness of a baby's delicate 
flesh. She screamed again and her head arched back as he bit into the savory 
softness of her lewdly dancing breasts. His hand shot up between her thighs 
before she could clench them together and probed hungrily for the moist 
little slit of her pussy, still protected by the gauze-like sheerness of her 
panties. 

The heat of animal desire rushed like a speeding freight to his penis and 
with a frantic, hurried jerk he snatched off her dress in one rough, furious 
movement. Her long smooth legs flailed madly against him, though she seemed 
nearly spent from the hopeless struggle. 

Randy could hear the pulse of blood pounding in his head as he focused on 
the sheer, flimsy panties creasing on the smooth, full flesh of her hips, 
the same panties he'd seen outlined beneath her dress just a few moments 
ago. They stretched tightly over her pelvis, failing to conceal entirely the 
light blonde triangle of soft young pubic hair at the junction of her 
milk-white thighs. 

He forced another kiss on her as he tried to tug down the panties with one 
hand, but it was impossible the head-on clash of two overwhelming desires. 
Her desperate struggle to protect her innocence, and his maddening passion. 
The gnawing agony in his loins had become an acute pain and he could 
withstand the torment no longer with a powerful jerk of his wrist he simply 
tore the soft flimsy panties from the hapless girl's writhing body. They 
ripped down her left side, then across the front, splitting in half and 
revealing her whole voluptuous nakedness softly firm and helpless before 
him. 

His heart pounding like an air jack, Randy moved his hand from her arm down 
to the jutting mound of his own pelvis and hurriedly unzipped his trousers. 
Without meaning to. he partially released his grip, and in the brief instant 
before he recovered, Lena jerked away from him, flinging her naked body 
nearly free of the sofa and out of his reach. But though she was fast, Randy 
was faster, and with one powerful sweep of his forearm, he grabbed her 
around the waist and slammed her back onto the cushions beside him. She fell 
on her face as he jerked her back to the sofa, and he caught a glimpse of 
her firmly rounded buttocks, the smooth halves grinding smoothly together as 
she squirmed and struggled savagely. She twisted herself over for an 
instant, and as he carefully looked her over from top to bottom, he was 
suddenly aware of her innocent girlishness. For though she was 
unquestionably a woman, she had that special air about her, a tempting, 
tantalizingly girlish appeal. 

Again she was struggling for her life and Randy had his throbbing cock 
pressed against the flesh of her thighs as he kicked off his pants. He could 
stand it no longer; his penis was a pulsing firebrand, filled, it seemed, 
with a raging-hot pain that ached to be eased. He forced her thighs apart 
with an effort strengthened by the immense lustful passion he felt in his 
loins and by the champagne and sherry he'd drunk. She strained away from 
him, even put her hands to his now-naked pelvis in a vain attempt to shield 
her defenseless loins from this wanton ravishment, but the feel of her tiny 
fingers down there only served to magnify his insane desires. He felt her 
fingertips brush accidentally over the blood-filled head of his anxiously 
throbbing cock and there was no way left of retaining control. In another 
moment, he was pushing hard, driving his rock-hard shaft home up between the 
helpless girl's quivering thighs. He felt the warm clasping lips of her 
pussy close involuntarily but tightly around the tip of his hardened penis. 

Lena screamed louder than before. "Oh, God, no! Please, no! Please, don't 
... I beg you!" 

.Her eyes were flooded with tears as she pleaded to be spared this horrible 
degradation, but with a brutal thrust, he rammed his lust-hardened cock into 
her open cunt as she screamed hysterically with pain and terror. He felt a 
welcome surge of relief sweep from his loins as the tight walls of her warm 
wet pussy closed hotly around his cock. Her fear-constricted cunt was tight, 
but not painfully so, and grew more lubricated with every lunge forward that 
sank his immense rod of excited male-flesh another inch deeper in her pink, 
wet pussy. He held her securely by her upper arms as she sobbed and jerked 
her body in an effort to escape him and the thick stretching pain he 
brought. Her legs continued to flail, though she was nearly exhausted and 
gasping for breath to fill her tired lungs, and her vagina was left wide 
open and unguarded. He thrust powerfully deep into her, throwing all his 
weight behind his ramming cudgel as it seared like a hot torch into her 
naked belly. In deeper and deeper and deeper while strangled hoarse cries 
escaped her dry, parched lips. He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks as his 
loins ground into hers and she twisted her head wildly from side to side, 
tossing her thick, luxuriant blonde hair behind her as she still fought 
wildly though her strength was waning. 

Ignoring her now feeble blows, he reached his hands down under her softly 
straining ass-cheeks, and grasping a warm, firm mound with each hand, he 
raised her loins toward his madly grinding pelvis, thrusting with fresh 
vigor so that his straining groans nearly drowned out her sobs. Sweat 
drained from the freshman's forehead as he buried his lust-swollen cock 
deeper and deeper into the naked young housewife's ravaged pussy. It seemed 
to him that his whole body was numb, except for the long, hard shaft of his 
cock, the whole of his very being concentrated into a single pulsing, 
devouring, devastating sensation that seemed to grow with every strong 
thrust and jerk of his loins. Her wet tunnel, now freely lubricated with her 
own juices, clamped sweetly around his organ, offering the perfect 
complement to his own rigid manhood. 

She continued to writhe helplessly like an impaled insect as he leaned up 
enough to reach the crinkly, sweat-soaked tips of her hardened nipples. As 
he felt the tell-tale surging begin deep in his loins, she began to cry even 
louder, as if she knew the end was near. As if she knew that in only a few 
seconds this near-stranger would empty his lust-bloated balls deep into her 
helpless belly in an unstoppable torrent of hot sticky sperm. Her face was 
contorted with the agonizing humiliation and degradation she could not 
escape. 

The man could feel his aching rod of flesh grow longer and thicker until it 
seemed he would burst through her body and come out the other side. His 
whole body was drenched in sweat and he panted, gasping and choking for 
breath, thrusting deeply and savagely. He could feel the scalding flood 
beginning to sweep along the full length of his wildly throbbing organ until 
it reached the sweetly bursting head buried deep in the warm clasping sheath 
of her tender young cuntal passage. She screamed frantically as he rammed 
her thighs back against her ribs, forcing her ravished pussy-mouth upward to 
give him the perfect angle, positioning her helpless body so that his 
exploding manhood was sunk deep in the very heart of her. 

Randy closed his eyes ... it was coming, coming ... then like a flood-tide 
of hot, seething liquid, the viscous flow surged from his loins, paused for 
an instant like a wave cresting at the tip of his thick, hard penis. He 
cried out and gave one last vicious thrust with a great, powerful movement 
as inside her, far up in her nakedly tortured belly, there was an explosion 
of his penis and she cried out in chorus as the lewd liquid blasted from his 
body like hot, steaming cream and shot up into her very insides, shattering 
painfully deep in her softly clasping vaginal passage. 

He continued to jerk spasmodically until every last drop of his load was 
emptied deep into the young girl's helplessly contracting belly, then fell 
forward on her warm, trembling body. 

Her tears all gone, crying quietly now, Lena pulled away and half-rolled, 
half-crawled from the sofa. Gasping for breath, but crying so hard it just 
wouldn't come, she pulled her clothes together and made her way, wobbling 
uneasily to the bathroom. A thin, sticky stream of male semen was drying on 
the inside of her thighs. 

Randy closed his eyes for a moment, not to sleep, just to recover his 
composure and, hopefully, to bring his pounding pulse back to a normal 
rhythm. When he opened his eyes again, she was gone. 

Lena made her way outside without glancing back and staggered to the 
brightest street she could see in the distance and flagged down the first 
cruising taxi. He looked a bit apprehensive as he glimpsed her rumpled 
clothes and tear-streaked face but he did not say anything. 

When she arrived at the Palms Court, she sneaked in through the service 
entrance and went directly to Karlie's apartment as they had agreed earlier. 
Karlie was not back yet and she changed from her dressy clothes hurriedly, 
an occasional heaving sob coming from deep in her chest. Then, washing her 
face and especially her eyes, she was ready to go upstairs and pretend that 
she had done nothing worse tonight than watch rugs being made. 

Oh, Al, dear Al, forgive me! I've done the worst thing a woman could do to 
her man ... forgive me, please! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"I don't care what you say, Karlie, I won't do it! He can go to the police, 
anything! I won't do that again! You don't know what happened to me last 
night!" Lena was shouting hysterically to her friend, both of them standing 
in the middle of the Ingram living room. Al had long since gone to classes 
and Lena had stayed home, feigning a virus of some sort, but really unable 
to get out of bed and face anyone this morning. Her vagina ached from the 
nightmarish brutal ravishment of her loins she had been subjected to, but 
the ache in her heart and in her belly was far worse. She wasn't fit to be 
Al's wife, she wasn't fit to be anybody's wife! Maybe she belonged with 
people like that rich-kid Randy last night, maybe she was nothing better 
than a tramp, a call-girl ... a whore! 

"Lena, listen to me...." 

"Nothing you can say will change my mind, I'm through! Finished!" 

"Will you shut up and listen! This is more serious than you could possibly 
know." 

Lena stopped her frantic protests and looked at her girlfriend curiously. 
"Serious? What do you mean?" 

"Well, it's not your decision to make any more. You have to accept this 
second assignment, it seems." 

"What? I don't have to accept anything! Who does he think he is, telling me 
what I have to do! I'll take the full responsibility for what I did and I'll 
tell Al all about the check and the money." 

"And about last night?" 

"Last night? You know better than that, Karlie. It would kill Al if he found 
out the truth ... about me and that horrible guy." 

"Well, that's what I'm getting at. You have to take this assignment or Al 
will know the whole story." 

"How? He'd never believe it if Mr. Musselman told him." 

"Ever heard of cameras, honey?" 

Lena looked stunned. "You mean he took pictures? Of ... everything?" 

"No, just you two together in that restaurant. One of his underworld buddies 
shot them with a Minox spy-camera. But there's more." 

"What more? It couldn't be worse than this." 

Karlie shook her head melodramatically. "He has tapes of you and that 
Hargreave kid in his apartment. It's all there ... I heard it myself." 

"You heard it?" Lena felt her face turn crimson as she realized her own 
friend had heard her with that horrible punk, heard her struggling, even 
heard the terrible lewd sounds of her own lascivious ravishment at his 
hands. "Oh, Karlie, I'm so ashamed!" 

"Now, now, don't go getting all upset again. You just leave it all to me and 
I'll see to it you don't have to worry about a thing. This next job isn't 
for a couple of days, so just relax and concentrate on your studies or 
something. It's just a little party this time, and we'll be going together." 

"Together? You mean the both of us at the same time." 

"That's right." 

"Oh, that's great. I know nothing like last night will happen if we're both 
there. Maybe I can manage this one more time after all. And then I'll be 
free of that horrible man and his vile ideas." 

Karlie smiled a big-sister smile. 'That's for sure. You've got nothing to 
worry about with me along ... nothing at all." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Lena Ingram had sat quietly through the long drive up here from their 
apartment building. Several days had passed since that night with Randy 
Hargreave and she felt a lot better now about going along with Musselman for 
a second time. Not that she really had a choice, of course, for she knew, 
when she looked at it all rationally, that she had to keep Al from finding 
out whatever the cost. At least Karlie had been reassuring these past few 
days, and Lena was hardly more anxious or concerned about this assignment 
than the last one. It was only a party, Mr. Musselman had said, and Karlie 
had concurred. They were going as dates for a couple of the boys there. It 
didn't sound particularly ominous, though she did admit to a bit of 
apprehension about the site chosen for this get-together: Garner's Cabin, a 
for-hire lodge high up in the mountains, not particularly noted for its 
sterling reputation. But then again, it was a legitimate operation, and Lena 
could recall when clubs from the college had rented it for parties and 
open-houses, so maybe it would be all right after all. Anyway, she was with 
her best friend, so what could go wrong? 

* * * 

They were almost there when Karlie, who was driving, finally broke the heavy 
silence. "Uh, Lena, there was one thing I didn't tell you. I figured it 
wouldn't make any difference, you being half-Swedish and all." 

"What's being Swedish got to do with it?" 

"Well, it seems our dates are, uh ... Negroes?" 

There was a moment of silence from the tall vivacious blonde and then she 
spoke. "Uh, I guess it doesn't make all that much difference. I've never 
really thought about it, I suppose, but I don't think I would have liked it 
if you had told me before." 

"Anyway, there's not much we can do about it now but just smile. Maybe 
they'll be nice enough guys. Lou said they were both athletes at the school 
on scholarships," Karlie said, but her thoughts went a bit further. 
Athletes! Big and black and strong! Oh baby, I hope I don't stick to the car 
seat when I get up! 

Two huskily-built blacks met them as they left Karlie's car and walked up 
the concrete steps to the lodge's front door. Lena looked around 
apprehensively there was only one car besides theirs! "Karlie, I thought 
this was supposed to be a party!" she whispered hoarsely as the two Negroes 
approached. 

"It is, it is. Maybe the others haven't arrived yet. Just be cool and don't 
worry. We're together, remember?" 

"Hello, girls," said the bigger of the two boys. "I'm William Tucker, my 
friends call me Willie. And this here is my buddy Jess." 

The second black nodded somewhat sheepishly, his eyes avoiding theirs. 

"C'mon in, we've got a big fire going and music on the radio," said the 
first. The girls followed, Karlie leading the way, her girlfriend behind her 
looking around anxiously now. The lodge was well-furnished and cozy with the 
roaring fire in the rock fireplace. 

"Uh, Karlie, could I talk to you a minute," Lena said softly in the 
redhead's ear. But Karlie pretended not to notice and settled herself into a 
big overstuffed armchair close to the fire. As Lena looked nervously about 
the room, too afraid to sit down, she missed the telling gesture her friend 
made to Willie. Cupping her palm, she raised her hand to her lips and made a 
smoking movement, inhaling an imaginary cigarette and winking at the husky 
black boy. He winked back and hurriedly pulled something from a cigar box 
that lay on the edge of the lodge's large console radio part of the package 
that came with the rental of the lodge. He had stuffed the cigar box with 
tiny hand-rolled cigarettes and he offered one to Karlie just as Lena turned 
around again. "Here, Lena, sit down there and have a puff of this. You'll 
feel much better in a few minutes, believe me." 

"What is it?" she asked innocently. 

"What do you think?" Karlie lit the tiny cigarette, took a deep drag and 
held it in her lungs. Then she passed it to Lena as Willie lit up another 
one. Karlie wasn't wasting any time she could see the fear in her 
girlfriend's eyes and she knew that unless she could get her to see things 
the right way, this whole deal would be out the window. And these "joints", 
Lou's own idea, were just the right persuaders. Half marijuana and half 
Middle Eastern hashish, they were potent enough to bring even an innocent 
virgin around. If only Lena would take that first puff, it would be easy 
from here! 

"If that's grass, I don't want any. I prefer not to use the stuff myself," 
said Lena emphatically. "You go ahead if you like, but I'll just have a 
coke. And by the way, when are the other guests getting here?" She thought 
she heard a chuckle from the Negro at her left but when she turned his face 
was perfectly straight and unrevealing. 

"Here, Lena, just a little. It'll make you relax, honest. You don't think 
I'd be smoking it if it was bad for me, do you? And I do it all the time." 

"Really?" 

"Sure, practically every day. Now here, just one deep puff and hold it deep 
down in your lungs as long as you can." 

Lena was still unsure, but she finally relented and breathed in a lungful of 
the thick sweetish smoke and held it until she nearly gagged on its potent 
fumes. The room suddenly seemed to move just a bit, like an earthquake had 
jolted it with a quick snap. She didn't object as Karlie held the lighted 
cigarette to her lips again, and then again. And in a few moments, the fire 
had become a roaring collage of a million dancing colors, all trying to 
outdo the others in brightness and intensity. The room spun around her, but 
not eerily like when you've had too much to drink. This was a rhythmic, 
sensual whirling, and she felt a part of it ... she was caught in a sudden 
whirlpool that had enveloped the entire high-ceilinged room and everyone in 
it. But she wasn't afraid any more ... everything was right. And Karlie was 
still at her side. 

She closed her eyes for a moment that seemed an eternity and when she opened 
them, Karlie was on her feet, standing before the fire. And Lena could do 
nothing but watch ... watch paralyzed with fear and confusion. 

Swaying smoothly from side to side, Karlie reached for the zipper that ran 
down the front of her dress. She pulled slowly on the zipper, one arm 
swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to remove her 
clothes before these strangers. Lena, like the two blacks, was entranced, 
mesmerized by what Karlie was about to do. The anticipation charged the 
atmosphere like a million volts of electric current. Her hips moved slowly 
at first, then began to bump and grind with a growing lustful intensity as 
the two men and Lena looked on excitedly. She tossed her long red hair from 
side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she 
moved with the beat of the music 

She eased the zipper down to her navel, exposing enough of her ample 
cleavage to start the two Negroes breathing fast and heavy. Her breasts 
seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her dress, peeking from 
beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds. One last tug, and they were 
free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to side. The two men's 
eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly 
lascivious display, this beautiful young white girl stripping to her ripe, 
full nakedness right before their eyes. But best of all, she belonged to 
them! She was theirs for the night! Willie could feel his cock already 
aching painfully inside his pants, straining, yearning to be set free and 
allowed to penetrate this lovely creature. He tried to imagine what her 
pussy would be like wet, soft and pink, exposed and vulnerable. Waiting for 
his long, hard black cock to fill her like she'd never been filled before. 

With one hand Karlie lifted a breast, just enough to feel its full 
voluptuousness. They stood taut and high, quivering at the touch of her own 
fingers flowing caressingly over the warm, smooth flesh. They seemed to be 
dancing a swirling dance of their own, shivering with the African rhythm of 
the music, inviting the two men forward, urging them to take her hard, 
throbbing nipples in their mouths. Begging them to answer the gnawing, 
churning need in her belly. 

Balancing on one foot, she yanked the dress down to her ankles and tugged it 
off, leaving nothing but her tiny, baby-blue panties between the eyes of the 
men and Lena and her own lewdly exposed nakedness. The tiny panties were not 
nearly enough to cover her buttocks completely; as she spun slowly around, 
they could all see where the long, flowing curve of her smooth, unblemished 
back soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching curves of 
her buttocks. Half of each firm, ivory-white ass-cheek was revealed beneath 
that taut sheerness of her panties. Above, in the deep arch of her back, two 
dimples peered back at them like cold, blank eyes. 

Except for the sound of the music there wasn't a sound to be heard in the 
stuffy room as she ground her hips back and forth at her hypnotized 
audience, daring them to yank the thin, flimsy panties down over the swell 
of her hips, over the sparse triangle of reddish pubic hair at the junction 
of her thighs, and down along the smooth, long length of her sun-bronzed 
legs. 

Her eyes closed, her mind whirling as she floated through space, she ran her 
hands down the full length of her body, brushing her palms over the tender 
sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Her fingers hooked in the tight elastic 
waist-band of her panties and she began slowly, teasingly to roll them over 
the full, ripe swell of her buttocks, her back demurely turned to Willie and 
Jess. 

They both gasped aloud as they caught their first real glimpse of the 
gorgeous young white woman's naked buttocks, the brightly flaming, 
multi-colored glow from the fire in the fireplace reflecting like a mirror 
in the smooth, gleaming flesh of the fully rounded mounds. Slowly she rolled 
the panties out and over the firmly jutting ass-flesh, stretching the thin 
blue nylon as it tightened in the crevice beneath the smooth ripe curve of 
her ass-cheeks where the soft pliant flesh joined her milk-white thighs. She 
leaned forward, pushing out her nakedly exposed buttocks at the two men, 
rotating them lustily in an unmistakably lewd sexual invitation. She reached 
back with her bare arms and spread apart the twin mounds of flesh, 
displaying obscenely the tightly puckered ring of her anus. The taut little 
nether ring opened and closed slightly as she tensed the strong muscles in 
her ass, and you could hear the two blacks breathing heavily even over the 
rhythmic African pounding of the radio. Nothing was in their minds except 
the lewdly beckoning little hole of her anus, puckered open, just waiting 
for the long stiff lengths of their aching black cocks to bore deeply up 
into her back passage. 

Karlie's roundly quivering ass-cheeks rotated on their own axis as she 
alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned 
around again, facing the two men, seemingly mindless of her friend Lena 
sitting dumbfounded to her right, stoned now for the first time in her life 
from the grass and watching Karlie with glazed eyes. With both hands, Karlie 
lifted the white, pink-capped tips of her full, high-set breasts, offering 
them temptingly to the two Negroes as she held up the soft, tender mounds 
and pointed the crinkly-hard nipples in their direction. She tantalizingly 
eased her opened palms down over the trim curve of her waist, over the 
smooth expanse of suntanned flesh, gleaming like a bronzed statuette in the 
light of the fireplace. 

With her thumbs, she caught the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, now 
covering only the soft mysterious triangle of pubic hair up between her 
sensually parted legs and the moist pink lips of her pussy hidden beneath. 
Her thighs parted even more as she lowered the gauze-like fabric of her 
panties like a flag of unconditional surrender, exposing the delicate "vee" 
at the top of her supple thighs. She continued to teasingly peel the 
tight-fitting panties down over her hips and along her naked legs; then she 
stepped out of them and tossed them casually onto the sofa beside Jess. 

The air in the room was suddenly charged as if by lightning; she was now 
completely naked before the two blacks and her best friend, there was 
nothing left to the imagination. Lena tried to look away, to hide her face 
from this wanton spectacle, but the marijuana was asserting its powerful 
grip on her; she couldn't look away! She was drawn like a moth to a 
flickering flame to the wickedly exciting vision of her best girlfriend 
stripped naked like this before these two strangers of a different race. She 
wondered if she would have felt the same way if both these men were white, 
but now it really didn't matter. 

Karlie opened her legs wide, giving the two Negroes an unobstructed view of 
her totally unguarded cunt, her puckered pussy-lips glistening with her own 
wet love-juices. She leaned back, touching her long luxuriant hair to the 
floor as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. The tempo of the 
music from the radio had suddenly picked up and with it, Karlie's savage 
dance grew more and more frenetic. The flickering colors from the fire cast 
a thousand different multi-colored shadows along the backs of her long naked 
legs. 

With a teasing, tormented grin, she brought her hands around from behind and 
slipped them slowly down over her body, over the ripely swelling fullness of 
her hips, and down into the warm deep crevice between her thighs. Her 
fingers spread the wet pliant lips of her pussy as she leaned back, opening 
the hot moist flesh of her cunt to the hungry stares of the two men. 

Willie had stood it as long as he could; not that her maddening dance has 
excited the other black any less. It was just that his friend Jess was far 
more stoned from the pot than he; Jess just sat there mesmerized by the 
young white redhead's writhing passion, unable to move. But not Willie ... 
he leaped to his feet, unbuttoned his trousers as he stood up and lowered 
his zipper. In less than a second, his pants had dropped to the floor and he 
stepped clear of them. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna put this peter of mine so deep in you it'll be pokin' 
around in your sweet little titties." 

As he spoke, he pulled his undershorts down and yanked them off. His 
enormous cock sprang up like a frightened stallion, black and gleaming along 
its full, thick length. Karlie looked only at the huge menacing rod of flesh 
jutting out from the kinky black hair of his loins like a flagpole. She was 
suddenly afraid, frightened for the only time since she'd arrived. Hell kill 
me with that thing! It'll split me right down the middle! 

"Honey, I'm not waiting a second longer for some of you ... come here!" 

He circled her like a lion stalking its prey, sizing up her youthful 
nakedness, exploring with his eyes every inch, every crevice of her 
delicious, ripe young body. She trembled as she anticipated what was next, 
literally fearful for her life as she gazed steadily at the awesome sight of 
his manhood rising lustfully from his pelvis. His jet-black muscles rippled 
smoothly as he walked; he was obviously an athlete. There didn't seem to be 
an ounce of flab on his entire massive frame, his legs and aims were thick 
and full, with hard curves tracing the lines of his well-developed muscles. 
He could feel his balls acing with desire as he looked over the young naked 
white girl; he'd never had one and he suspected she'd never sampled a black 
man either. 

I'm gonna fuck you, sweet white bitch, like you've never been fucked before! 
I'm gonna make you wish you'd been born black, so's you could enjoy a black 
man every night! Biting his lower lips, he imagined her naked white ass 
impaled on his long ebony cock; he could see her there, struggling to get 
free, screaming from the flesh-searing pain as he pumped his lust-bloated 
cock into her again and again, every long, hard thrust burying his black 
stallion deeper and deeper in her quivering white belly. 

He knew the other girl would be wetting her pants with envious desire as she 
watched his huge shaft disappear lewdly up into the naked girl's hungrily 
clasping pussy-lips. 

"Down on your knees. I want to see you squirm a little first." 

Karlie obeyed without daring to question his order, dropping instantly down 
on all fours at the huge naked black man's feet, her bare thighs and 
shivering buttocks turned away from him. 

"Not like that ... turn around! Point that hot little ass right back at me!" 
he growled, and Karlie again complied unhesitatingly with his instructions. 

He lowered his enormous frame to the floor, resting his knees behind the 
frightened young redhead. He grasped each cheek of her vulnerably naked 
buttocks with one strong black hand and spread the softly rounded flesh 
apart, uncovering her tightly puckered anus and the soft moist flanges 
guarding the entrance to her pussy. Willie grinned a grin that stretched 
clear across his ebony face and he licked his dry lips in breathless 
anticipation. White girl, baby, you're gonna' remember this night the rest 
of your life! 

Karlie was suddenly extremely conscious of the others in the room; though 
facing this way she couldn't see them, she could feel their eyes burning on 
her naked flesh. She knew the other black man was only a few feet away, 
watching with wide eyes as this Negro prepared to do whatever he wished with 
her helpless young body! Lena was there too her best friend seeing her in 
this humiliating position, about to descend to the deepest depths of 
degradation. But she wasn't sure she cared maybe she only felt this way 
because she knew it was the way she was supposed to feel. Her real feelings, 
those that were brought to the surface now that the marijuana had unleashed 
her secret desires, those were the ones that really counted. And right now, 
she wasn't sure she would stop this black man if she had the power. She knew 
what he was going to do, she knew Lena would be there watching through the 
whole act, but it didn't really bother her. Not like she would have 
guessed... 

"Stop wiggling so much, sweetheart! How am I going to find that sweet little 
hole of yours if you keep hopping around?" 

He located the moist lips of her vagina hidden under the sparse reddish 
fluff of her pussy-hair and gently spread the soft pink ridges with his 
thumbs, exposing the damp, rose-colored slit to the hungry, greedy stares of 
the two men. He paused for a moment, savoring the agony of this long pause, 
then, lowering his grinning head, buried his face in the moist flesh of her 
pussy, his long tongue snaking into the soft channel of her cunt with a 
quick lewd slurping movement. 

She tried to jerk away, snapping reflexively from his touch on this moist 
sensitive region, but he held her securely in his grip, his muscular black 
forearms locked around her thighs. Her hips ground savagely as she squirmed 
to escape the ravishing touch of his hungry lips and tongue. His probing 
tongue wormed deep into her warmly throbbing pussy, causing her to shiver 
involuntarily again and again from this wicked, forbidden contact. It was 
like nothing she'd ever felt before; Willie was right, she'd never had a 
black man. Just the sheer savage wantonness of it all was enough to drive 
her up the wall, but with the extra boost of the marijuana she'd smoked, she 
was nearly out of her mind with shuddering uncontrollable desire! 

One arm released its grip as Willie grew confident she wouldn't try to 
escape his pleasure-giving touch, and he slid his black hand along her 
smooth white belly, reaching far under her kneeling body until he reached a 
dangling breast hanging beneath her, its fleshy weight stretching that taut 
skin as it nearly touched the floor under her torso. He found her rough, 
crinkly nipple and squeezed the hard fleshy bud tightly between his fingers, 
causing her to cry out in surprise and pain and jerk back hard against his 
face, forcing his tongue even deeper up into her moist pink cunt. 

Lena managed to speak, "Won't you stop this, please! Oh please! Oh, please 
stop!" Jess looked up fiercely as if he was about to silence her for good, 
and she thought better about voicing any more objections. 

Karlie's body trembled convulsively as Willie nibbled hungrily on her 
sensitive clitoris, each electric contact sending freshly searing waves of 
savage excitement rippling through her body. 

"Oh yes ... ooohhh," she moaned as his teeth nipped the tender bud of her 
clit, massaging it ravenously as he rolled it between his lips. Her own 
mouth opened and a long, low soulful moan escaped from deep in her throat, a 
sort of husky whimper that seemed more a purr of contentment than a cry of 
agony. 

She closed her eyes; it was impossible anyway to see this enormous black 
that was licking and sucking hungrily on her quivering pussy from behind 
her. It was incredible she couldn't remember a stronger sensation. It was 
like she was being ravished by some virile African native, some muscle-bound 
creature, more animal than anything else. Never in her entire life had she 
experienced anything so totally wicked, so totally forbidden and exciting at 
the same time. 

She sank away, her muscles falling limp as he eased his hungry ravishment of 
her clitoris, but his tongue quickly snaked into her anal orifice, torturing 
her inhumanly as it probed the tightly puckered nether ring of her rectum. 
Millions of goose bumps popped up on her tingling, lust-heightened flesh, 
rippling like waves across her naked belly and obscenely dancing breasts, 
and she involuntarily contracted her buttocks, shielding her vulnerable anus 
from the burning wet touch of his lizard-like tongue. She could feel her 
nipples grow painfully hard, throbbing and pulsing as his lips explored the 
firm full mounds of her buttocks, kissing her along the smooth flowing curve 
of each ass-cheek, then along the sensitive flesh of her bronzed, glistening 
thighs. 

Lena and the other Negro could see the end was nearing for the naked young 
red-head. She was rapidly losing control of her body; she was ramming her 
buttocks back hard against the black man's face, grinding her whole 
lust-inflamed body back against his probing lashing tongue, jerking 
spasmodically as tingling floods of desire blasted through her raw, ragged 
nerves. 

Willie's grin was wider than ever, he could feel her total, animal surrender 
nearing. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before she'd be totally his 
a whimpering, pleading love-slave helpless at his feet, a young white 
captive begging for his black virility to quench the flames of savage lust 
that raged out of control in her naked body. Karlie was a shivering, moaning 
mass of ravaged nerve endings, gasping for breath He shoved her over on her 
back on the floor, roughly ramming his middle finger far up into her 
passion-drenched cunt. She was his! She was half-way up, her head and 
shoulders off the cold floor, as she reached for the long thick shaft of his 
glistening black cock, now fully hard and erect, standing like the boom of a 
sailing ship as it shot from his hairy loins, a miniscule seeping of seminal 
fluid poised on the blood-engorged tip; but he pushed her back, flattening 
her roughly against the hard wooden floor. 

He kneeled over her, pinning her between his knees, relishing the thrill of 
watching this helpless, sex-crazed young white girl, writhing so 
voluptuously between his legs. He inched forward until her breasts were 
flattened under his naked black buttocks; he could feel the quivering hard 
tips of her nipples rubbing against his ass as she wriggled nervously. 

"Baby, I'm gonna' give you some real sweet meat. Yes, sir, some real meat. 
Some like you never tasted before!" he hissed at her. "You'd better wet 
those pretty red lips of yours, 'cause 

Daddy's commin' in!" 

Karlie knew better than to resist now; she could read that lustful look in 
the Negro's eyes the look that told her this was going to be a long, long 
night. 

With one hand he lifted her head, gripping the thick red hair and pulling 
her up toward his lewdly bobbing cock. With the other, he forced the swollen 
black shaft of his penis downward so that it brushed the girl's ovaled lips. 
He circled her mouth with the lust-engorged cock-head, brushing a thin smear 
of his sticky seminal juices over her lips as he prepared to throttle her 
with his awesome shaft. 

"Open your mouth ... wide!" he ordered. 

Karlie reluctantly obeyed and the huge black slipped the thick hard knob of 
his cock along her pink tongue and deep back into her mouth, filling it 
completely as it snaked slowly down her throat. She clamped her lips tightly 
around the hard black organ, licking wildly and wetly at the sperm-ridged 
underside. She knew that was the only way; she had to do her best to please 
him. She shuddered as she imagined what those enormous black hands of his 
could do to her if she displeased him, even for a moment. 

Karlie couldn't see Lena or Jess, but she could tell they were watching as 
she hungrily licked and swirled her tongue along the full coal-black length 
of Willie's love-shaft. It glistened and sparkled in the flickering light as 
it slithered wetly from her ovaly stretched lips; every thrust forward of 
his kinky-haired pelvis shoved the hugely throbbing cock further down her 
bruised throat passage. She explored every single inch of the enormous cock, 
holding her fingers securely around the thick, hairy base and licking 
teasingly at the tiny love-slit in the throbbing tip, feeling the shivers of 
wild, savage desire that rippled through his belly as her tongue licked the 
distended knob clean of its sticky emissions. She could taste the pungent 
sweetness of his semen mingling with the warm flood of saliva in her mouth 
as she swirled her tongue around and around the thick, blood-filled head of 
his cock. 

Willie was rocking his hips back and forth in a slow, obscene rhythm as he 
sat atop her swaying breasts, unconsciously keeping time with the music 
still blaring from the cabin radio, pulling back until nothing but the 
hardened throbbing tip of his penis was left between her glistening, ovaled 
lips, then easing forward again, worming the great black shaft back down 
into the softly bruised passage of her throat, making her gag each time he 
pushed his hair-covered pelvis tight against her face. 

He was now nearly directly over her, ramming his desire-hardened rod of 
male-flesh nearly straight down, face-fucking into her hungrily sucking 
lips. She was nibbling like a fish after bait, her lips puckered tightly 
around the thickly swollen shaft of his cock, oblivious of Lena and Jess 
only a few feet away. Both of them were on the edge of their seats, 
fascinated by the thrill of this wickedly perverse display taking place 
right before them. Willie's hairy, sperm-bloated balls rested on her chin, 
the wispy hairs brushing lightly against her cheek as he pumped his 
pulsating black organ in and out of her throat. 

Willie couldn't take his eyes off the squirming, totally naked body of the 
young girl so helpless beneath him; he could feel her breasts heaving, her 
nipples poking into the flesh of his buttocks, her pale-pink lips stretched 
grotesquely as they strained to fit around the thick bulk of his coal-black 
cock buried to the hilt in her throat. Her hair fanned out behind her like a 
fiery red halo, she looked like a white love goddess ... and she was his! 
All his! 

The helplessly pinned young redhead had never had a black cock, especially 
not in her mouth, and she was excited by the wickedness, the sheer 
lasciviousness of what this huge black stranger was doing to her. She was 
totally his love-prisoner, totally subjugated and helpless at his feet, his 
to fondle, to explore, to ravish as he desired. She was gagging now on every 
inward thrust of the huge fleshy shaft, her cheeks painfully hollowed to 
accommodate its hugely throbbing thickness in her small mouth. It was nearly 
impossible to swallow, for the thick pulsing head of his penis filled her 
tender throat passage to capacity. She waited until there was a chance, when 
his cock was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back-thrust, and 
gulped down a mouthful of saliva and seminal juices that was almost choking 
her. 

It felt better now, her throat muscles relaxed and the thick shaft bored 
even deeper down her soft, fragile passage. His hands were on her hips, 
unnecessary now as she offered no resistance and he was grinning broadly as 
he watched the naked white girl beneath his heavy sperm-laden testicles 
gulping and swallowing to take in every lust-hardened inch of his long cock. 
He suddenly stepped up the pace, fucking the full length far down her throat 
as his sweaty pelvis pushed hard against her face. 

His pubic hairs tickled her nose as he leaned forward to get the best angle 
for entering the young girl's lewdly sucking throat. As he pumped up and 
down, his desire-tightened balls rose and fell from their resting place on 
her chin, slapping against her and dangling down along her smooth neck as he 
savagely lifted himself up, then sank to the hilt in her soft, clasping 
throat. She choked and gasped for what little breath she could manage, 
gulped a mouthful through her nose as he pumped down faster and harder. 

Jess had moved; Karlie caught a glimpse of him out of one eye, standing off 
to one side, his eyes gleaming-white in the near-darkness savoring every 
magic second of this incredible tableau, fighting the rising urgency in his 
own loins as he watched his friend viciously ravish the helpless white 
girl's throat passage. 

Willie suddenly jerked back as if in intense pain, his head thrown back, his 
mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thick cock as far as it would 
go down the ravaged throat of the young girl beneath him. His balls dangling 
over her chin, his loins pressed tight against her face. She couldn't 
breathe ... The huge shaft blocked her throat, and his wet, kinky hair 
covered her nostrils ... and then it happened. The enormous black cock 
deeply embedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its sticky load deep 
down into her belly, spurt after spurt of the sticky, hot fluid that 
cascaded down her bruised throat passage in wet, oozing waves, draining 
salaciously down into her waiting belly. Her cheeks hollowed to contain the 
flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips and streamed down her cheek 
to the floor below her. She sucked and swallowed again and again as each 
pistoning jerk of his loins filled her mouth and throat anew with a fresh 
flood of the viscous fluid. 

"Oh, Christ, suck it baby ... suck every last drop!" he gasped, his eyes 
clenched tightly shut, his head back as he rammed his thick spear straight 
down into the voraciously sucking throat of the naked redhead. 

The pungent male cum filled her mouth one last time, and she quickly gulped 
it down to join the rest filling her quivering belly. Willie jerked a final 
time, smashing his loins against her face, smearing the oozing flow over her 
nose and cheeks. The huge shaft began to soften, turning rubbery between her 
ovaled lips. He pulled himself free with a lewd wet sucking sound, trailing 
a stream of his sticky white sperm over her breasts as he rocked back on his 
heels. Karlie could breathe freely again for the first time since he'd 
mounted her, and her heaving breasts rose and fell as she gasped to fill her 
empty lungs. She opened her eyes, almost afraid of what she'd find. Lena sat 
immobile she hadn't budged an inch since it all began. Her eyes were still 
gaping as she struggled to take in all of this incredible wantonness; her 
mind was reeling from the marijuana they'd all smoked and it all seemed 
unreal, like a painting on glass. It was all there, but she could see 
through it all, as if Karlie and Willie were just drawn figures on something 
transparent and the drawing was being moved around before her eyes. Jess was 
standing only a couple of feet away looking hungrily and eagerly at her, the 
young blonde he'd picked for himself. 

"Okay, sweetheart ... it looks like now it's you and me!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

like a razor-sharp saber, the black man's ugly words cut through the drugged 
stupor surrounding Lena, and she leapt to her feet, backing away from the 
man cautiously, intent only on making it to the closed door a dozen feet 
away. 

"Oh, no you don't, bitch ... you ain't running out on us now. We've got a 
lot of fun coming yet! I didn't pay all that hard-earned money to just sit 
back and watch!" 

His hand lashed out at her shoulder; she snapped away and his fingers snared 
the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping it down the middle as if it were 
newsprint. The garment fell away in two tattered halves, exposing the smooth 
white softness of her breasts resting in the sheer cups of her thin 
brassiere. 

"No, please ... you can't do this! I ... I...." 

Both his powerful arms suddenly snaked around her and with one quick, deft 
move, he unhooked the three tiny hooks of her brassiere and yanked it away, 
throwing it half-way across the room in his frantic excitement. His eyes 
widened as he stared at the frightened young blonde's large, ripe breasts 
two bulging, pink-tipped mounds just waiting for his lips. 

"Come here!" he growled, and this time Lena knew there was no choice but to 
obey. 

Willie was watching eagerly, and he had moved between Lena and the door, 
still stark naked, his arms folded across his huge chest. Lena took one 
half-step forward, but it was enough to place her in the frenzied, 
sex-hungry Negro's clutches. Jess's fleshy lips locked on hers, his rough 
tongue darted between her teeth, hotly exploring the moist recesses of her 
mouth. She tried to pull away, to break away from his grip, but he held her 
tightly with his hands clamped like vises on her forearms, pinching her so 
painfully that she could feel the circulation slowing in her hands and 
wrists. His thick wet lips left her mouth and traced a line along the curve 
of her upturned chin, passionately nibbling at the soft flesh of her neck; 
then along the smooth expanse of her chest. Her blood ran cold as his 
hungrily sucking and nibbling lips neared the swell of her breasts. His 
tongue swirled around the hardening points of her fear-rigid nipples; sharp 
teeth nipped painfully at the swelling tips of her breasts. She knew Karlie 
was watching; she knew her best friend was there somewhere in the darkness, 
watching as she was dragged into the lowest, most shameful depths of 
humiliation and depravity. She was nothing more than just a common 
street-walking whore now, just a plaything for these vicious men, theirs to 
fondle, to caress. Theirs to empty their seething loads of lewd sperm into, 
just a lust-receptacle for these ... these savages! 

Lena was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the now-empty sofa. 
Now that she was standing, the effects of the marijuana seemed doubled; the 
room seemed to be spinning around on a central axis, whirling in a dizzying 
kaleidoscope heightened by the flickering lights from the window. Her thighs 
backed against the edge of the sofa cushion, and with a rough push from 
Jess, she fell flat on her back across the sofa, her mini-skirt bunching up 
around her waist. Her eyes had been closed; she opened them now, wide with 
fear as she lost her balance and tumbled across the couch. Jess seemed to 
tower over her like a black giant his chest a solid, ebony wall of muscle 
now that he had removed his shirt. 

"Please don't ... please," she whimpered futilely. 

But Jess leaned forward and nibbled the soft tender flesh of her inner 
thigh, pinching the skin painfully in sharp, nipping bites, all along the 
smooth nakedness of her upper leg. She knew now that her pleas would be 
unheeded. She could tell that nothing was going to stop this muscular black 
man as he started nibbling and nipping just above her dimpled knee and 
worked his way up, stopping just short of the soft flimsy crotch band of her 
panties at the intersection of her thighs. 

Lena tried to fight it she wouldn't give this vicious animal the 
satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances but she'd smoked 
too much of the potent hemp to remain totally in control of her body. She 
began a low, quiet moan as he nibbled steadily in one spot, just inches from 
the almost unguarded slit of her vagina. His big black hands slid easily 
over her smooth, flat belly and fastened on the jutting mounds of her young 
breasts, squeezing the ripely swelling peaks with his open palms, pinching 
the tender flesh in ridges between his black fingers, which contrasted 
sharply with the ivory whiteness of her naked skin. 

Lena's mind was reeling! She'd prepared herself for the worst ... for 
agonizing pain, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation ... but not 
this! His warm, sensuous seduction was something she had not anticipated! If 
only he weren't so gentle, so skilled in his passionate probing of her 
nearly naked body... 

Without meaning to, Lena's legs slowly parted, opening up the moist pink 
slit of her pussy, easily visible beneath the gauze-like material of her 
panties, to the black man's view. It looked like a long-sought treasure to 
him, a sparkling, gleaming pearl concealed beneath the soft, fluffy down of 
her softly resilient pussy-hair. He nibbled closer to the forbidden orifice, 
his nose brushing the fragrant blonde curls teasing out from under the tight 
elastic leg bands of her panties as he neared his goal the moist throbbing 
crevice up between her snow-white thighs. 

She jerked harshly as she felt another pair of hands touch her face and 
shoulders. Her eyes popped open ... it was Karlie! 

"Here, Lena, take another deep drag ... It'll make you think you're floating 
in space." 

Karlie held a brightly glowing "joint" between her fingers and, before Lena 
could answer, touched the cigarette to her lips. Lena filled her lungs 
quickly with a slow, powerful puff, then held it in until her chest seemed 
about to explode. Karlie then disappeared again in the darkness around the 
sofa but it didn't matter. 

Lena could feel the potent psychedelic drug rush straight to her brain; the 
flashing colors from outside suddenly intensified, burning brightly now like 
tinted floodlights snining into the smoky room. Her hands had been by her 
side, but now they were moving of their own accord to the flat plane of her 
belly, just above the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thin honey-gold 
pubic triangle. She was pulling the narrow crotch-band of her panties aside 
and rubbing herself tenderly, caressingly, her body responding now fully to 
the black man's carnal probing up between her long slender legs. 

With both hands, Jess brushed apart the soft curls of pubic hair guarding 
her exposed vagina, gently spreading the soft, moist folds of pink pussy 
flesh. He leaned forward at the same moment and, without warning, clamped 
his hungry lips on the pearl-like bud of her nakedly exposed clitoris. Her 
whole body suddenly arched off the sofa, shattered with a searing blast of 
animal desire that shot through her loins as his lips made their first 
contact with her naked young pussy, his fingers at the same time ripping the 
soft flimsy crotch-band of her panties away from her tempting pink cunt. 

"Ohhhh ... please ... ppplleeaassee...." 

But her cry was more one of anguished helplessness than of pain or terror 
and, as she felt her panties as only a thin elastic band around her waist, 
her hips began a response of their own, grinding upward against his face as 
he sucked ravenously on her cunt-lips. She was trapped in a swirling, 
soaring surge of drug-heightened rapture and wanton delight. 

Jess's tongue snaked into the moistly seeping crevice up between her 
widespread legs, worming between the soft pink walls, then licking along the 
narrow slit of her pussy until his tongue brushed electrically over her 
throbbing clitoris. His hand was far up between the cleft of her buttocks, 
his fingers caressing the tightly puckered little ring of her anus, then 
climbing up to the damp slit of her vagina. They slid easily into the warm 
shelter of her pussy, pushing back the fleshy walls that clamped so tightly 
around them. 

"Christ, she's got the tightest little pussy I've ever seen! Man, it's gonna 
be something else pumping my meat in this hot little bitch...." 

He pulled his fingers momentarily from her wet constrictive passage and 
spread even wider and pink, fleshy lips of her pussy, burying his face 
tightly in the vulnerable furrow of her loins, his lips clenched tight 
around the pulsing nipple of her clitoris. His tongue licked hungrily at her 
moist slit, lapping at her sweet young vaginal juices and gulping them down 
eagerly, relishing the totally female taste of her naked pussy against his 
lips. 

She opened her mouth as if to cry out, but only a mournful hoarse moan 
escaped her lips, a soulful whine from deep in her throat. She was writhing 
frenetically now, quivering at his every agonizing touch, slamming the whole 
of her lust-heated cunt up against the black man's face, grinding her pink, 
fleshy pussy-lips hard against his full ebony lips. 

Oh God, what's happening to me? Have I turned into some kind of animal? Why 
can't I make this all go away! Oh my God, I can't stop myself ... I can't 
stop myself! 

Her empty vagina was now aching with wild, insatiable passion ... aching for 
the one thing that would answer the torturing lustful desires that were 
raging hotly in her naked belly ... aching for the hard, soothing thrust of 
this black man's cock ... aching for his long, throbbing cock-shaft buried 
deep in her burning passage. She had to have it, she had to have its 
rock-hard firmness rammed deep inside her-there was no other way to quell 
this frenzied riot of savage passion raging out of control in her nakedly 
quivering belly. 

Jess's two strong hands suddenly gripped her ankles as he pulled away from 
her, and with one twisting snap, he rolled over on her belly. 

"Get up on your knees!" he commanded, and Lena obeyed. She would have done 
anything now to curb this frenzied spasm of wanton desire rippling 
incessantly through her desire-en flamed loins. The cushion was soft, and it 
gave with her weight, but she gripped the arm of the sofa securely, bracing 
herself as she rose to her hands and knees, her naked white buttocks waving 
like a red flag before the rabid black man on his knees behind her. 

Karlie had dropped into the chair by the door, her naked legs draped in 
front of her, and Willie was preparing to fuck into her hungrily awaiting 
cuntal orifice, holding his huge cock with both hands as he guided it toward 
the waiting girl's juicy wet pussy. Neither of them could take their eyes 
off the action on the sofa for an instant, but they had withstood the 
torturing flames of naked lust as long as they could stand it ... there was 
no holding back. 

Karlie cried out as the long, glistening shaft eased between the soft pink 
folds of her pussy, stretching the tender cunt-lips wide as the blood-filled 
head sank quickly out of sight in the young red-head's vagina. Fighting the 
intense pain, she gripped the arm of the chair and shoved her ravenous pussy 
back against the huge Negro's hard lunge; she gasped out loud as the thick 
black battering-ram sank deep in her constrictive cuntal sheath, pushing 
aside the soft moist walls like rippling waves as he burrowed deep up into 
her. He paused, nakedly squirming, then sank the enormous fleshy rod the 
rest of the way into her nakedly squirming belly, ramming into her to the 
hilt so hard that tears filled her eyes from the painful agony. 

He'd waited too long already for this there was no time for slow, rhythmic 
thrusts. With all the strength of his powerful hips, he began fucking into 
the naked redhead like a stallion at stud, shoving every long, gleaming inch 
of his desire-hardened weapon deep into Karlie's raging belly. She could 
feel its throbbing, swollen head far up inside her, pulsing with the flow of 
hot, scalding blood that filled the enormous organ's lust-distended tip. The 
delicious thrill of watching her hungrily taking his aching cock ... the 
wicked spectacle of his friend nibbling eagerly at the other white girl's 
nakedly upturned cunt, there could be no holding back now he'd come too far 
to be restrained any longer. The giant Black's head went back and a 
surprised, anguished shout came from his lungs ... his black, fleshy hose 
again spewed its seething load in the white girl's belly, this time pumped 
in short staccato bursts into her hungrily receptive cunt, filling it 
completely and oozing out onto the arm of the chair. Karlie's pussy-lips 
milked every drop of his sticky sperm from the huge shaft, sucking the warm 
viscous liquid up into her belly. 

* * * 

Jess had now crawled up behind the nakedly quivering blonde and, with his 
hands, grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks, turning her wet, glistening 
cunt back up at an even more acute angle. She felt one hand slip away from 
her buttocks for an instant, followed by a hurried zipping sound as the 
black man's rigid cock was pulled out into the air. It was now poised just 
an inch from her puffy pink cuntal lips, and with one hand he spread the 
soft pliable pussy-flesh and eased his aching cock up into the moist 
opening. 

Karlie, only partially recovered, had swung her long legs around and was 
sitting enraptured, on the edge of the chair across the room. Willie was 
standing behind her, unconsciously resting his mammoth cock on the girl's 
bare white shoulder. An insistent oozing of semen dripped down onto her 
flesh, trickling in a lurid stream down the swell of her naked breast. 

Jess eased forward, his long black cock slithering into the naked blonde's 
tight young pussy, parting the soft pubic curls with the huge bulbous head 
of his penis. He could feel the warm, resilient folds of her pussy close 
tightly around the hotly throbbing shaft as he held it there, immobile, in 
her hungrily clasping vagina, rocking it in and out, teasing her and 
intensifying the uncontrollable lustful desire in her writhing body. 

My God, what a tight pussy! He couldn't believe, how good it felt as the 
strong wet walls gripped his aching penis like a clenched fist, pulling him 
deeper and deeper up into her hungrily sucking cunt. 

He kept his lust-swollen cock there for several minutes, only an inch or two 
nestled in the tightness of her vaginal passage, rocking it in and out, 
driving the naked white girl insane with his rhythmically insistent strokes. 
The walls of her pussy had come alive! They were throbbing pulsing, grabbing 
at the invading rod of his male hardness, desperately trying to pull its 
long, satisfying length up into her ravenously hungry passage. The wet, soft 
pussy-lips were reaching out as if to grab his desire-hardened cock and suck 
it madly into her tortured hole. 

"Oh God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Fuck me, oh please fuck me! 
Fuck me with your black cock! Fuck me hard!" Lena suddenly groaned, her head 
spinning wildly from the combined effects of the marijuana and his torturing 
probes of sensuous sexuality. 

Suddenly nothing counted to her except his pleasure-giving cock rammed 
inside her starving passage, and with a quick, vicious snap of his hips, 
Jess sank the full shaft of his cock to the hilt in her vagina, slamming his 
loins forward until his balls slapped obscenely between her thighs. Lena 
cried out with pleasure, a long, low moan of anguished relief. He began to 
thrust in a pounding savage rhythm, each in-stroke seemingly deeper and 
deeper in her belly. Her whole body jerked and squirmed, a constant cry 
escaping her half-open lips, her face contorted with primitive savage lust 
as wildly raging desires took over her body. Beads of perspiration ran down 
her naked thighs and mingled with the rivulets of sweat the black man was 
beginning to shed where their legs ground together. 

"Oh yes! Harder! Harder!" she yelled out. "Stick it in me hard and deep!" 

She was mindless of Willie and Karlie watching, just a few feet away, 
mesmerized at her sudden change, both of them standing now, close by the 
wildly pumping figures of the muscular Negro and the naked blonde. Jess 
grabbed the fleshy curve of her pelvis and yanked her back toward his loins, 
causing her to cry out shrilly as she was impaled deeply on his long hard 
spear. He could feel the raw smooth flesh of her pussy clenching and 
unclenching in time with his plundering thrusts, sucking tightly on the long 
black length of his cock. Lena's breasts were smashed against the sofa 
cushion, her buttocks waving wildly in the air behind her, her eyes and 
nostrils wild like those of a crazed animal. 

Jess reached under her and lifted her bodily off the sofa as she pushed back 
hard against him, bracing herself still against the arm of the couch, 
forcing every steel-hard millimeter of his ebony shaft deeper and deeper 
into her womb. Karlie and Willie drew closer they were only a couple of feet 
away now, eyes wide with astonishment as they both watched the long, wet 
shaft of the black man's cock slither in and out of the naked blonde's 
tightly clenching pussy-lips, slipping out on the backstroke until only the 
blood-engorged bulbous tip remained encased in the hot, moist sheath, then 
ramming home again, crashing hard into her belly as his sweat-soaked pelvis 
ground tightly against the cleft of her nakedly squirming buttocks. 

"Atta boy, Jess ... let her have it!" bellowed Willie, caught up in the 
lascivious perversity of the moment, fighting the painful swelling in his 
own loins as he stood, naked, by the sofa. His powerful black arm was around 
Karlie's waist and she, too, seemed hypnotized by the wicked thrill of 
watching Jess's desire-hardened cock ripple in and out of her best friend's 
hungry vagina. 

"Fuck her good, Jess! Stick it all the way up in her hot little belly!" 
Karlie cried. 

Lena was nearing her orgasm, and she wanted more, more! It was incredible 
... she 'd never experienced anything like this in all her life! She was 
dazed by the flashing colors that seemed to explode across her brain, by the 
high-voltage shocks of electric passion that shot through her body like 
blasts from a shotgun. Suddenly this was the way she wanted it ... wicked 
and perverted, the lewder and more lurid, the better! 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's it! That's it! Oh yes ... yes ... YES!! " Her shivering 
buttocks were gyrating wildly from side to side in uncontrollably savage 
passion as he rammed her ass back harder and harder against his nearly 
bursting, lust-inflamed cock. 

"Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" 

Jess didn't slow his powerful deep strokes even for a second; instead, he 
rammed each long probe to the hilt, straining his loins forward so that not 
even a millimeter was left outside the naked white girl's hungrily sucking 
cunt. Her body arched high, her naked ass waving lewdly high in the air as 
she pushed up and back against her black lover, and she quivered all over as 
her orgasmic juices flooded his straining cock and balls, flowing wetly out 
of her tight little pussy-slit and down her thighs, soaking her pubic hair 
and oozing down onto her belly as his balls slapped hard down against her 
hotly pulsating clitoris. 

Jess knew this was almost the end, he couldn't hold back the painful tide in 
his loins much longer. His fingers bit into the soft fleshy cheeks of her 
buttocks as he felt the pain intensify in his balls. His strokes grew more 
vicious, faster and faster ... deeper and deeper. 

"Ooooh ... oooh ... oooh!" Lena punctuated his every thrust with a soulful 
cry, grinding her nakedly upturned pussy back against his black loins. Then 
... with a loud, relieved grunt, the black man exploded inside the lewdly 
impaled cunt of the white girl, filling her insides with his hot torrents of 
sperm, shooting it far, far up into her desperately sucking womb. Again and 
again and again his long rubbery shaft emptied itself with spasmodic jerks 
far up into her savagely clasping and sucking passage and then, after a 
seeming eternity ... with a painful grunt, his flaccid penis slipped from 
her tightly clenching cuntal slit and she fell forward on her face, still 
shivering and squirming from his ravished assault on her pussy ... the only 
sound in the room was the gasping wheeze of the half-naked girl as she 
fought to regain her breath. 

Lena didn't know how long she had lain there, it seemed like hours though it 
was only a few minutes. Drifting in the hazy, swirling atmosphere of lights 
and colors, sounds and voices, she tried to cry, but tears wouldn't come. 
Perhaps it was too late for that she told herself. She would have liked to 
hide from the awful truth, but it kept hounding her, nagging her with the 
humiliating shame of what she had done. She would have liked to pretend that 
it had been awful a painful, unpleasant nightmare a brutal, unfeeling attack 
that she couldn't have avoided ... But she knew that wasn't the truth at all 
she knew she'd let this man, this black stranger, drive her to do and say 
and feel things she never would have dreamed possible. She'd never known sex 
like that she'd never experienced the all-consuming joyous agonies of a real 
climax, she'd never known her body to leap wildly out of control, to respond 
of its own apparent will. 

She didn't know how she would ever face her husband Al again. She was afraid 
of even turning her head now, of having to look that black man in the face, 
of having to feel that laughing stare. She knew Karlie was there, too, and 
she knew there was no ultimate choice but to face them all ... but for now, 
she wanted no more than to be left alone. 

She jerked instinctively as she felt a man's strong hand suddenly grasp her 
buttocks. Oh no, it can't be! He doesn't want more from me ... he couldn't! 

She turned her head to protest ... it was Willie, the other Negro! His eyes 
mirrored the lustful urge the huge man had no intentions of suppressing. His 
teeth gleamed through his wicked, mocking grin. Grabbing both ankles, he 
spun her over onto her back, shoving her legs back tight against her 
shoulders, smashing her tender breasts beneath her upturned thighs. Her 
ravaged cunt, still moist and sensitive, was nectar to him like a dinner 
plate before a starving man. 

"No, no ... please don't! Haven't you done enough to me? I can't stand any 
more ... I can't!" 

But there was no stopping the hulking black man now. Without any hesitation, 
he probed savagely at her obscenely upturned cunt, ramming her tender 
vaginal slit with the blunt head of his lust-engorged cock. He found the 
pinkly puckered flesh of her pussy and slipped it in a couple of inches ... 
But suddenly ... he pulled the swollen, bulbous head from her already 
sperm-moistened tunnel and lowered his aim, shoving her legs back so hard 
that she was nearly standing on her head, doubled in half from the pressure 
of his arm against the back of her thighs. 

A cold, frightening chill suddenly raced along Lena's spine, the pressure of 
his hardened penis pressed against the tiny puckered mouth of her rectum, 
relaying to her marijuana-numbed brain the horrible truth of what the huge 
black was about to do to her. It shattered into her head like a rifle blast. 

"Oh my God, no! NO! NO! PLEASE!" her eyes were wide and white with fear, 
"Karlie! Somebody! Don't let him do it! Don't ... AAAGGGHHHHH!" 

She tried to pull away, but it was too late. like a pile-driver, the man 
sank his thick swollen cock stiffly into the helpless girl's rectum, 
splitting apart the tight muscular bands and ramming deep in her ass-hole. 
She screamed loudly, again and again. It felt as if she was being split in 
half as he drove mercilessly into the depths of her smooth rubbery rectum. 
She could feel his hugely throbbing hardness burrowing far up into her 
intestines, spreading the delicate pink walls of her rectum wide apart as he 
plowed into her. Through tear-flooded eyes she saw the outline of another 
girl, naked as herself, and felt the girl shoving a lumpy pillow beneath her 
upturned ass-cheeks, forcing her anal crevice even higher toward the black 
man's obscenely humping pelvis. 

He looked down at her with a sneering leer on his lips, beads of 
perspiration rolling down his dark cheeks. Her face twisted horribly with 
each painful jab, her teeth tightly clenched as her lips parted in a 
half-cry of soul-rending anguish. She tried to lift her arms, to fight back, 
anything to force this devastating assault on her anus to stop. But it was 
hopeless, her feeble blows only glanced off the giant Negro's thick hide. 
She was impaled helplessly beneath him, and he wasn't about to pull his huge 
rod out of her now; he was savoring every magic second of this wanton 
ravishment of this naked young beauty. 

Lena tried to tighten the strong muscles of her rectum, hoping against hope 
that she could force the painful intruder from her forbidden nether orifice, 
but her on-and-off clenching only seemed to add fuel to the savagely raging 
beast the black man was feeling; as the muscular walls of her anal passage 
squeezed against the impaling length of his dark cock, he slammed into her 
with renewed excitement, burying himself deeper and deeper in the wretched 
blonde housewife's cringing ass-hole. The taut bands of muscle around the 
normally tiny opening were stretched beyond endurance to accommodate the 
ravaging log-like pole of his cock, clasping like over-stretched elastic the 
hard thick shaft of his manhood, tightly massaging every long hard inch of 
its fantastic length. 

Lena's nostrils unconsciously flared at the salacious scent of their 
sweating bodies grinding together in the hot, stuffy room, the sweat of her 
own body running freely with the musky wetness of this man; a whiff of 
pungent sharpness caught her attention the small of her own vaginal 
secretions was mingling with the tangy, male scent of the black man's wildly 
pistoning cock. 

This incredibly lurid scene ... the overpowering numbness from the grass ... 
the indescribable salaciousness of being ravished like this, being used and 
manhandled by a complete stranger, right before the eyes of her best friend 
and another man, these things all coupled together, slowly bringing on a 
change deep in her body. Almost indiscernible at first; it was nearly 
impossible to feel anything except constant intense pain. But something was 
happening to her, something was changing... 

"She's starting to dig it now, Willie boy! Let her have it good! Really 
throw it to her!" screamed Karlie up on the sofa on her knees now, her eyes 
glistening hypnotically just a foot from the painfully stretched nether ring 
of Lena's ravaged anal hole, her eyes wide and glazed as she puffed another 
joint and watched this fantastic performance right in front of her face. 

Lena felt an involuntary movement beginning that was not of her doing; her 
hips began to arch upward toward the giant black man. The bruised and 
battered walls of her rectal passage began to contract involuntarily as the 
sheer perverted wickedness of what she was doing began to rattle through her 
drugged mind. Her naked torso was coming to life, rolling and squirming from 
side to side, starting a slow deliberate rhythm as she slowly ground back up 
against his loins, impaled painfully on the long whole shaft of his black 
cock rammed up her quivering ass-hole. Slowly, undetectably at first, the 
pain of this brutally vicious attack was gradually subsiding. And in its 
place ... unfamiliar waves of wanton pleasure began to fan out from her 
battered rectum, rippling up through her belly, coming to rest in the 
swollen peaks of her lewdly swaying breasts, smashed beneath her upturned 
legs. Her toes curled tightly against the bottoms of her feet, opening and 
closing in perfect harmony with his long, slow thrusts that seemed to be 
coming out of her mouth. His cock fucked easily in and out of her tight, 
constrictive passage now, lubricated with the oozing seminal flow from the 
enormous, throbbing head of his savage rod of steel-hard flesh. 

"Oooooooooohhh ... aaaawwwwwwww! Oh God! Oh God!" 

Her hands were on his mammoth black shoulders, her nails raking his tough 
flesh and leaving long wakes of red as she dug viciously into his skin. A 
whirling melange of thought-pictures raced across the screen of her mind, 
jumbled and confusing images of familiar faces in slow-motion, like a movie 
running on the wrong speed, slowed by the stupefying powers of the marijuana 
she had consumed. She thought of her husband Al ... of what it would be like 
to be with him now, away from this frightening nightmare. Oh how much she 
wanted him to come and save her from this horrible degradation. 

But other thoughts, other feelings, other sensations were bouncing around in 
her head, too. She recalled the many long empty nights with Al, those 
countless nights, when she'd cried herself quietly to sleep, clutching her 
belly to keep from screaming in anguish. Holding her belly to quench the 
insistent pain in her loins, the recurring, all-consuming pain that Al could 
have eliminated so easily ... but didn't. 

Suddenly something snapped deep inside her. The pain was gone, completely 
kicked aside by the growing, savage animal passion that had stealthily 
slipped from her loins and taken control of her naked body. 

"Oh God ... it's so good! It's so good! Oh shit, fuck me! Fuck my ass so 
hard!" 

A long, deep moan growled from her lips, her body arched hard against his 
pelvis, his long thick cock rammed deep inside her ass-hole. She screamed 
again, wordless, gasping cries as a torrent of her own juices flooded from 
her ravenously hungry pussy and drained down the narrow furrows of her 
buttocks, streaming in a white warm wave over the huge black shaft imbedded 
deep in her rectum. Spurred on by the sight of her orgasm, the Negro pumped 
into her anew, spreading the ass-cheeks of her naked, unprotected buttocks 
with his fingers to allow his lust-driven cock even deeper entry to her 
forbidden, tightly-clasping tunnel. 

He pulled the immense shaft all the way out, leaving just the distended, 
pulsing tip to keep the tiny hole open, then rammed straight down, sinking 
deeper and deeper until his kinky-haired pelvis smashed against her nakedly 
upturned buttocks. He could feel her struggling to open her legs wider, to 
suck his desire-hardened cudgel deeper into her belly, to swallow him up in 
the imense, raging inferno of her loins. 

Lena was aware of nothing around her; the room could have been filled with 
all her friends, all her relatives, and it wouldn't have mattered now. 
Suddenly she was lost in the animal raptures of pure, undiluted savage 
passion, simple and primitive. She imagined herself a helpless love-captive 
of this towering African above her, his to own and ravish, his to do 
anything with that he desired. Every muscle, every nerve in her trembling 
body was attuned to his rhythmic, plundering thrusts that seemed deeper and 
deeper with every powerful lunge. She had become just an extension of his 
strong black loins, just another instrument of the burning savage lust about 
to explode from his sperm-swollen balls. He reached between the fleshy 
cheeks of her buttocks and the cushioning pillow, lifting her even higher, 
tilting her up painfully so that his rapid, potent thrusts were straight 
down into her ass-hole. 

She was insane with salacious desires! She had no control at all over her 
body ... it was responding on its own, humping and writhing as the Negro 
bored mercilessly down into the tight hairless tunnel of her rectum. 

And then it began to spurt ... the heated lava-like flow shooting like 
liquid flames deep up into her bowels, blasting up into her belly, ripping 
through her hungry, receptive body in never-ending spurts. Over and over 
again the white flow erupted from the throbbing, blood-swollen head of the 
huge black shaft, filling the cavernous hollow of her insides and draining 
out over the tightly-sucking muscular ring of her anus, streaming in a warm 
flood down both sides of her creviced bottom, trickling in twin streams down 
her upturned back and down over the hungry lips of her vagina, soothing the 
lust-inflamed passage with an oozing viscous balm. 

When every precious drop had been milked from his thickly pumping penis, 
when every hot spurt had been sucked deep into her belly where it mingled 
luridly with the sperm of the other man, he gave one last gasping lunge, and 
pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her still tightly clenching anal 
grip, collapsing, exhausted, on the bed beside her. 

Lena knew she should feel worse than ever before in her life ... that she 
should be crying pitifully from this horrible, filthy act of perversion 
she'd been forced to endure ... that she should feel abused and humiliated, 
lying prostrate at this bottommost pit of wanton depravity. But she 
didn't... 

She felt nothing except the fullness of her sperm-laden belly, the warm glow 
of satisfaction that had eluded her all these years. She couldn't help it; 
she'd have been lying to pretend otherwise. 

She glanced through the passion-narrowed slits of her eyes and caught a 
glimpse of Karlie, laughing and giggling like a teenager, pulling the other 
Negro down onto her squirmingly tempting nakedness, her tiny fingers gripped 
around the hardening shaft of his thick black cock. She closed her eyes and 
drifted away ... drifted, as if in space, floating languidly through the 
hazy shadows of the long night. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Standing outside the Palms Court entrance with Karlie, that night at the 
lodge seemed a hundred years in the past. Al was out of town this week, off 
for some kind of graduate seminar in New York with the Columbia students, 
and she and Karlie were on their own. 

She was still working for Lou, though not on quite the same uneasy footing 
as before. In the leather handbag that hung over her shoulder were her 
receipts for this past week, over three hundred dollars, and Karlie's were 
even more. Lena was stockpiling it away, just doling out enough to keep Al 
from getting suspicious. She wasn't taking any classes at school any more it 
was getting to be a bit risky, what with all the boys she didn't want to 
meet in some building corridor. But that was a small price to pay for this 
new life she had found for herself. It was everything she wanted all the sex 
she could ever hope for, and a pocketful of money for anything she wanted. 

She and Karlie were making plans for a special date Lou had worked up, a 
fraternity party in a college town just a few hours from here. There would 
only be the two of them and all those stiff young cocks ... and three 
hundred dollars to split for just the one night! 

Neither of them noticed the cute young brunette until she was right by their 
side. "Excuse me, do you live here?" she asked nervously, twisting a small 
scarf she was holding. 

"Yes. You look kind of upset, is something wrong?" asked Karlie. 

"Oh yes, I have to find the building manager right away." 

"What's wrong? You got a flood in your bathroom?" 

"No, it's a lot worse than that. You see...." she paused and looked down 
ashamedly. "We're way behind in our rent and I was supposed to keep the 
budget for my husband and me and I guess I just messed up somehow. Oh, and 
now it's so far behind and the manager sent me a note threatening to throw 
us out and ... and...." The well-stacked young girl started to cry and Lena 
handed her a tissue from her handbag. 

"There, there, don't cry ... I'm sure Mr. Musselman can work something out. 
He's a very understanding man and he's usually more than willing to help 
people like you." 

"Oh, do you think so?" asked the pretty girl excitedly, a trace of hope 
returning to her soft brown doe-like eyes. 

"Sure, that's the truth," added Karlie. "His office is right down those 
stairs. Why don't you go on down now and see him. I'm sure hell work 
something out." 

The young girl turned and hurried away, her pert little ass squirming inside 
her shorts as she walked. Lena looked at her girlfriend and smiled a knowing 
grin that said all she needed to say. She shook her head from side to side 
... Man, what I'd give to be there! She's in for the time of her life and 
the poor little thing doesn't even know it yet! I'd give up half my earnings 
just to be able to start all over again! 

Karlie gave her an affectionate pat on the behind and they walked away, got 
into the redhead's new Javelin and were gone. 

Inside the Palms Court, Lou Musselman was explaining his delicate situation 
to the upset young brunette. "You see, Mrs. Hopper, I'm only the manager 
here, not the owner, and there's usually so little I can do when people get 
behind in their rent. However, there might be a way out for both of us...." 


THE END
