The Panty Teaser
by N. Van Heller


FOREWORD 

The annals of modern psychology are replete with case studies of 
obsessive-compulsive behavior. As generally interpreted, the 
obsessive-compulsive personality is one which has been fixated on a certain 
canalized mode of behavior by virtue of a traumatic experience occurring in 
the past-usually in early childhood. The obsessed person, shocked and yet 
intrigued by the experience finds himself compelled to repeat it in one form 
or another. 

Herein lies the psychological groundwork for the saga that unfolds within 
these pages. Andrea Peters, the protagonist of this skillfully told tale is 
a normal healthy woman-except in one respect. Her unconscious drives compel 
her to sexual exhibitionism. The traumatic experience that foredooms her to 
acting out these aberrations is one which occurred at the age of twelve and 
involved sexual acts done to her by her uncle. Her only symbolic safeguards 
in this instance were the panties she was wearing. As a result of the 
frightening encounter, the female undergarment assumed for her a symbolic 
significance far exceeding its actual importance. 

And yet, while it came to symbolize a protective shield, it also associated 
itself in her mind with the forbidden pleasure she experienced on that 
traumatic night of her youth. Thus, while she is not psychologically free to 
engage in sexual intercourse without her panties until the very end of the 
novel, she is nevertheless compelled to flaunt them throughout. 

The author, N. Van Heller, has performed a difficult task in this complex 
presentation of conflicting psychological drives. He has delved deeply into 
the gaping abyss of the hidden psyche and brought to light the eternal 
truths that govern, not just the imaginary Andrea Peters, but all the rest 
of us as well. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The big sleek Cadillac convertible rolled through the win ling roads of the 
Boy Scout encampment like a hungry, carnivorous animal on the prowl. There 
were only two occupants in the car: in the back seat a large German 
Shepherd, and in the driver's seat a tall, dark-haired woman about 
thirty-four years old wearing sunglasses. The woman's brown velvet miniskirt 
had slid high up on her thighs, revealing a pair of willowy milk-white legs. 
The top button of her silvery silk blouse had popped open to show just a 
hint of her firm, ripe breast cleavage. 

It was a warm, sunny day in early spring, a relaxing day, but Andrea Peters, 
the woman in the car with the top down, was hardly relaxed. Early in the 
morning her headache had started, and whenever one of those headaches struck 
her she was apt to do something terrible like what she was about to do now. 
She had tried vainly to fight it all morning. She had promised herself she 
would stay home and supervise the servants as they prepared for the large 
dinner party to be held out in the garden of she and her husband's house 
that night. But everything had gone so well; the servants were busy dusting 
and cleaning the entire 30-room mansion, and there had been so little for 
her to do. 

That's when the headache and the unexplainable trembling in her body came 
one big, massive, throbbing pounding headache and intense trembling. There 
was only one way to cure it, and that was what she intended to do now, even 
though she knew she would hate herself for it afterwards. 

The car continued to creep along slowly, and as Andrea scanned the sides of 
the road, she could see all manner and sizes of handsome young men. Not that 
young men alone attracted her. The Boy Scout camp had simply provided a good 
excuse. She could easily tell the servants she had taken the dog there for a 
run. 

They were all looking at her-all these young boys on either side of the 
road. And they were so excitable; some of them even whistled at her as she 
drove past. But they had seen nothing yet, nothing at all, and the thought 
of how easily they could be excited brought the first droplets of moisture 
seeping into the crotchband of the filmy, black, lace-lined panties that 
hugged her loins beneath her skirt. 

Her head was still pounding, but even now it was beginning to feel a bit 
better, and soon, very soon, the pain would be all gone. She could not stop 
here though. She would have to find a quieter place. Somewhere farther down 
the road she would find a small group of these young harmless boy scouts, 
she told herself as she stepped down on the accelerator. The powerful new 
car sped effortlessly around a curve that led to a heavily wooded area. 

Row after row of dark pine trees whizzed by until a grassy clearing opened 
up. Andrea brought the Cadillac to a halt at the side of the road. There, on 
top of a steep hill at the opposite end of the clearing two young Scouts had 
just emerged and were heading toward her. 

It would not be long now, Andrea thought. They were coming closer with each 
step. Andrea began to breathe quickly as Tyrone, her hulking German 
Shepherd, rearranged himself noisily on the back seat. She could feel the 
tingling excitement of anticipation running through her body. These young 
boys were going to get a rare treat from her-a treat they would never 
forget. 

Andrea slid luxuriously down against the soft white leather of the car seat, 
testing it and stretching out the entire length of her long, willowy body. 
Her lustrously glistening black hair flowed down in sensual cascades over 
her shoulders. The brown velvet of her miniskirt bunched up around her 
smoothly curving hips, and she could feel .the soft coolness of the leather 
seat caressing the backs of her naked white thighs. The boys were still 
perhaps a hundred yards away, dawdling and laughing as they walked down the 
tall uncut grass of the hill toward the road. These naive, young excitable 
boys, Andrea thought. They had no idea what was waiting for them. 

Reaching over and opening the door on the passenger side wide and then lying 
back flat again, propping her head back against the door on the driver's 
side, Andrea closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun beaming down on 
her face and playing on the slender sensual curves of her body. With a slow, 
deliberate movement she raised her hand to the top of her thin gossamer 
blouse and parted the second two buttons to reveal even more of the 
curvaceous cleavage of her fully rounded breasts that swelled enticingly 
underneath. 

The boys were drawing ever closer, and she could hear their youthfully 
laughing voices faintly as she ran her fingers hungrily over her 
partly-exposed breasts. Her yearningly growing nipples had sprung out hard 
and pointed against the restraint of her brassiere as chills of excitement 
pulsed through her lazily reclined body. With the palms of her hands Andrea 
pushed her firmly swelling breasts against each other, squeezing teasingly 
at the sensuously aching nipples with the tips of her fingers. Any minute 
now they would see her, and any minute they would stop dead in their tracks, 
bug-eyed. Oh yes, how badly she wanted them to gape up with their innocently 
amazed young eyes between her open legs. How badly she wanted them to see 
the sight of her flagrantly brief silk panties running thinly between her 
lewdly spread thighs. Andrea opened her eyes now behind her sunglasses, 
raised her head slightly and saw that the boys were only about fifty yards 
away. 

The older boy, a tall blonde boy, had stopped dead and raised his scout 
binoculars. His companion, a shorter chubby boy hadn't noticed anything yet 
and continued to trail blithely along behind his friend. Andrea lifted her 
legs up toward her breasts along the soft leather seat, pressing her bent 
knees tightly together. Her skirt slid up on her panties, barely concealing 
the sensual bulge of her soft, curl covered vagina beneath. 

Mike, the older boy, had just focused the binoculars on the open-topped 
convertible and couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him. He had 
never seen anything like this on a scouting trip before! 

"Holy crap!" he shouted. 

"What is it?" Ernie said. "What did you see?" 

"Geeze almighty, you wouldn't believe it!" Mike peered into the binoculars 
greedily, a hard little bulge rising up inside his scout pants. 

"Come on!" Ernie demanded as he lunged for the binoculars. But Mike twisted 
suddenly away and raised them up to his eyes again. 

"You see that car down there? There's a beautiful woman in it." 

Ernie shaded his eyes and squinted below. "So what?" 

"You wouldn't say, so what, if you could see what I see through these 
binoculars." 

"Come on, Mike, dammit." Ernie reached out with his chubby hand for the spy 
glasses. "What's she doin'?" 

"She's playin' with her tits. That's what she's doin'. She's leanin' back 
against the car door and she's got both hands rubbin' her tits together." 
Mike fell to his knees to avoid being obvious to the woman if she should 
suddenly spot them. "Get down!" he whispered excitedly to Ernie. 

"What's she doin' now?" Ernie's voice was eager with anticipation. 

"She's lyin' back on the front seat and she's got her legs raised back 
toward her tits. Oh Christ, she's startin' to open them up." Mike's hard 
young cock strained against the confines of his pants. He twisted the 
adjustment ring on the binoculars to get a better focus. 

Andrea could sense she had them hooked now. She glided her hands down over 
the smooth cool silk of her blouse, over the fuzzy roughness of her velvet 
miniskirt until they were touching her warm, ripe thighs. Back and forth, 
slowly, sensually, she began to rub her hands over the insides of her naked, 
fleshed legs. And then, with her palms pressing outward, she began to spread 
them slowly apart, inch by inch, kneading the softly tantalizing white flesh 
teasingly between them. 

Ernie could stand it no longer. He gathered up his full weight and with a 
desperate shove pushed Mike to the ground and yanked at the binocular straps 
around his neck. 

"Jesus Ernie! What are you doin'?" Mike protested as quietly as he could. 

"I'm gonna get a good look. That's what I'm doin'." Mike had never seen him 
act so aggressive before. The short chubby boy's heart was beating crazily, 
thumping up and down inside his chest as he put the binoculars up to his 
eyes. He refocused them quickly, his hands sweating and trembling. 

"Jeeesus!" he exclaimed wildly. "Jeesus Christ! Now she's spreading her legs 
apart, and she's holdin' onto her ankles." 

Andrea, fully conscious of the young boys watching her, kicked off her brown 
suede shoes and now the bottoms of her bare feet touched flat against the 
cool soft leather of the car seat, her knees bent and pointing skyward. She 
clasped her ankles tightly, drew her feet up under the smooth white moons of 
her buttocks and spread her legs even wider apart, the thin silken band 
between her thighs glistening more wetly now and pointed directly at the two 
excitedly peering young boys. 

Yes, she was positive they were watching her now. She could see them from 
behind her sunglasses as she raised her head momentarily. The black 
binoculars in the chubby boy's hands were aimed directly at the erotically 
bulging crotchband of her panties and silky strands of soft thin pubic hair 
that curled out from underneath the lace-lined sides. Why didn't they come 
closer? Why were they so far away? She reached down for her skirt and worked 
it up even higher, revealing the warmly throbbing mound of her nylon panty 
cloaked vagina, hoping it would tempt them to move toward her. 

"Jeeesus Christ!" Ernie moaned. "Here, you take these binoculars. I'm gonna 
go down by that car and get a real good look." 

With a quick gesture, the chubby boy whipped the binoculars off his neck, 
handed them to his partner and dove into the high grass crawling on his 
belly toward the parked convertible. 

Andrea, unconscious of the young boy crawling nearer now toward her, slowly 
caressed the insides of her thighs, her fingers moving up and down between 
them like softly tickling feathers. Inch by inch they slithered up toward 
the black glimmering sheen of her panties and the thin little strands of her 
pubic hairs curling out beneath them. The hot wet moisture of her loins 
began to seep out in greater excitement now against the silken restriction 
of her panties. 

Ernie by now was within ten feet of the car, and he could hear his companion 
crawling behind him. It had been almost impossible to slither down that hill 
the way his hard bulging penis was thrashing around inside his pants. Who 
was this strange woman inside the white convertible? The thought of what she 
was doing to herself with her legs open that way was starting to drive them 
crazy. What was she trying to pull anyhow? 

Ernie didn't care what happened now. He was going to stand up and look 
inside that car. He didn't even care if Mr. Thomas, the scoutmaster, came 
out of the woods and caught him. Hell, all Mr. Thomas cared about was taking 
nature pictures with that stupid camera he always carried. He probably never 
even saw a real live cunt in his entire life. With a grunt, Ernie pushed 
himself off the ground and crept toward the car. Mike was following close 
behind him, crawling through the high grass like a snake. 

Ernie could hear a soft, sensual moan now coming from the car as he raised 
himself up and looked into the open door from the passenger side. Oh man! He 
had never seen anything like this in his life before. There was the most 
beautiful woman he had ever seen spread out in the front seat of that 
luxurious car. Her legs were untucked now and spread wide apart, and her 
pelvis was beginning to thrust up and down in a slow rhythmic erotic 
movement. And with her eyes hidden behind those sunglasses, it was like she 
didn't realize anybody was there. But she knew all right, Ernie thought to 
himself, she knew he was looking right at her openly spread, panty covered 
little pussy. 

Through the covering darkness of the sunglasses, Andrea could see the 
dumbfounded expression on the chubby boy's face as he gaped down at her 
half-nakedness in wide-eyed disbelief. She could see it, and it drove 
tingling sensations of erotically forbidden excitement through her body. How 
badly she wanted to tease these young boys and make them pay for what her 
uncle Rex had done to her at the age of twelve. The thought of how her uncle 
had raped and fucked her virginal young body so lustfully and mercilessly 
drove Andrea into an even greater frenzy of excitement, and her hands began 
to move in more widely sensuous circles over and around the black silken 
expanse of her wetly glimmering panties, over the round throbbing bulge of 
her barely hidden vaginal lips. 

"Jeeesus!" Ernie sighed under his breath, barely able to keep his young, 
boyish cock in his pants. 

Tiny electrical pulses of sensuality streamed through Andrea's body as her 
hungrily searching fingers pushed it aside and moved inside the legband of 
her shamelessly exposed panties and groped for the wetly throbbing curls of 
her soft dark pubic hair. Pushing the legband further aside, she slid her 
relentlessly probing middle finger toward her cuntal slit. She could feel it 
parting it through the soft wet strands of her pubic hair and touching 
against the thin pink opening. Her fingers drew the narrowly pulsating slit 
teasingly open, exposing her hotly throbbing cunt mouth to the smooth 
tantalizing warmth of her panty silk. 

With a low moan she slid her middle finger against the warmth of the hotly 
excited little slit, and with a slow relentless probing slithered it deep up 
into the viscously moistened mouth. 

"Oh, my God!" Ernie cried, panting heavily as Mike rose up beside him. "Man, 
oh man!" he exclaimed loudly, unable to control himself. Andrea kept her 
eyes closed beneath her dark glasses as her finger probed ever deeper into 
her hotly absorbing cunt, but she could hear the lascivious, excitedly 
growing exclamations of these hungrily watching young boys, and the thought 
of them standing there watching her fingerfuck herself with her panties 
still on drove her wild with narcissistic lust. Her milk white legs suddenly 
kicked outward and the outside of her ankles pressed hard against the car 
seat on one side and the dashboard on the other. 

Ernie's eyes bulged out like watermelons, and the heavily stiffened young 
shaft inside his pants leaped around like a tiny wild snake. If it weren't 
for that big dog in the back seat he would have jumped right on top of this 
strangely delicious woman and fucked her until he came all over up in her 
hot teasing pussy. Mike's hands were beginning to sweat. He'd only seen 
stuff like this in dirty picture books passed around school before. Man, it 
was incredible! He could see her fingers fucking herself crazily up in 
between her open legs and hear the low soft moans of pleasure coming from 
her lips. 

At that very moment Andrea was completely unaware that three people were 
actually watching her-not just the two harmless young boy scouts. And she 
was also unaware that this third person carried an always loaded and ready 
for action camera around his neck. 

It was not really unusual for Bart Thomas, the Scoutmaster, to bring his 
camera along on a scouting trip. He always did it. In fact, he took his 
camera with him almost anywhere he went. As he emerged from the woods and 
stood at the top of the hill, something unusual caught his eye. There down 
below him were two boys from his troop gathered around a big white Cadillac 
convertible that had the passenger-side door open. At first it looked as if 
somebody we relying down and taking a nap in the front seat.'.. but no, the 
body was moving. It was strange all right, and he was going to get a good 
look at it through the telephoto lens on his camera. 

Kneeling down in the grass, Thomas carefully set the focusing ring until it 
drew a perfect head on the figure in the front seat. The scene that came 
into view blew his mind completely, and his jaw dropped in amazement. The 
figure on the car seat was a woman, and her legs were spread wide, wide 
apart. Her hand appeared to be buried deep inside her panties and a lewd, 
contorted smile played across her face. Damn if he wasn't going to move 
closer for a better shot. He began crawling slowly down the hill, holding 
the camera up and out to protect it as he made his way through the tall, 
uncut grass. Nobody noticed the scoutmaster approach. Ernie and Mike were 
both too busy being turned on by the woman's wild gasping moans of passion 
and hotly writhing body. 

Andrea was drawing deep, sharp heaving breaths as she felt her climax 
drawing near. She had completely undone her blouse now, and her full, ripe 
white breasts were covered only by a half-cut black silk brassiere that 
matched her panties. The fire burning wildly up inside her belly now had 
grown by leaps and bounds, and as the two boys watched she lifted her back 
lewdly and provocatively upward, arching her breasts and pelvis toward the 
brilliant sun as she supported herself on the seat with only her shoulders 
and legs. Soon, very soon, she was going to cum, and then her headaches and 
the strange trembling craving in her body would be all gone. 

"Jeeesus Christ!" Ernie exclaimed. The woman was practically poking her 
pussy right in their faces. She was arched upward like an acrobat, shoving 
and grinding her loins hotly around in a lewd, provocative circular motion. 

The fire was burning so hot inside her now that it demanded even more to 
feed its lewd hunger. She worked another finger up inside her vaginal lips, 
sliding it underneath her panties deep into the warm hungry opening of her 
pussy, moving and grinding upward and out in a lust-crazed throbbing rhythm. 

"Oooooh, God!" she gasped. She was going to cum any minute. Her rhythmically 
twisting fingers were jammed way up inside her cunt grinding and pushing 
against the warm, wetly clenching walls of her vagina. 

"What a shot!" Bart Thomas muttered under his breath. He was much closer 
now, still on enough of a slope to get a good photograph. But he would have 
to get it faster before the boys turned around and saw what he was doing. He 
sighted through the camera, quickly adjusting the telephoto lens, bringing 
the subject into close-up focus. God, he thought, she must have her whole 
hand inside her cunt. And the way her pelvis was bobbing up and down, the 
way she was moaning and gasping with those quick, sharp deep orgasmic 
breaths, he wanted to rip his pants off and run down and jump right up 
between her wide spread legs. Jeeesus, she was driving him crazy. 

Andrea's hand twisted and turned as she gasped and moaned in an ecstatically 
quickening rhythm. Her probing, bobbing fingers were making wet, sluicing 
sucking noises against the thick warm fluid inside her cunt. If only she 
could reach all the way up inside her belly. She thrust her fingers even 
deeper, gasping, moaning, grinding her pelvis around more desperately. She 
could feel it now, oh God, how she could feel it! She was going to cum! God! 
She was going to cummm!!! She closed her eyes tightly, and a deep sharp moan 
burst out from her chest as she exploded deep up inside and the hot thick 
cum gushed out from inside the warmly flooding walls of her cunt, spewing 
crazily down over her hand into the shimmering warmth of her silken panty 
crotchband. Her legs jerked out involuntarily as she sank back down into the 
car seat and began to twitch and thrash with the thickly flooding liquid 
shooting out in even larger streams from her hotly pulsating cunt, trickling 
out from the confines of her panties down the insides of her desperately 
jerking thighs. 

"Holy shit!" Ernie groaned in disbelief. It was still as if the voluptuous 
older woman didn't realize anyone was watching her, she had abandoned 
herself so completely. Her legs continued to twitch and jerk outward as she 
spread the vaginal moisture all around between her open thighs and pulled 
the elastic band of her panties back over her pubic hair so that it again 
covered the thin, moistly glistening little cuntal slit. 

Ernie, who continued to stare in amazement, felt himself being nudged in the 
arm by his partner. "Holy shit is right," Mike muttered. "There's Mr. Thomas 
right behind us." 

The boys spun around quickly to see their Scoutmaster rising from the grass 
and tapping the lens cap of his camera nonchalantly. They were so scared at 
seeing him they didn't realize he had spent the past ten minutes taking 
telephoto close-ups of the wild masturbating woman in the car, but the 
expression on his face indicated he hadn't the slightest idea of what was 
happening. 

"Well, boys," he said cheerfully as he walked toward the car. "A little bird 
watching?" 

"G-g-geeze, Mr. Thomas," Ernie stammered. The scoutmaster was only about 
twenty feet away. Did he know what was going on? Hell, Mr. Thomas was a 
lawyer. Maybe he'd take them to court if he knew what they'd done, watching 
that beautiful older woman fingerfucking herself like she'd gone crazy. 

Tyrone, the German Shepherd let out a long low growl, as if to warn Andrea, 
who quickly yanked her skirt down over her naked thighs and sat bolt 
upright. 

God, she hadn't seen the scoutmaster, the one the boy addressed as Mr. 
Thomas. He must have been looking at her for some time ... and that camera 
... did it have a telephoto lens? Shivers of fear crept up Andrea's spine as 
she quickly arranged herself and jammed the car key in the ignition. What if 
the scoutmaster had snapped a photo of her from the top of the hill? Andrea 
shuddered at the thought. If the news ever got out her entire social 
position would be in danger. 

Excited and confused, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. The 
scoutmaster, a tall dark haired muscular man in his early thirties was only 
about ten feet away from the car, but he did not appear to have seen what 
was going on. At least the expression on his face wasn't giving any 
indication of it. Thank God for that! 

Andrea reached for the car key, turned the engine on, put the car in gear 
and sped off into the road. As she pressed down on the accelerator the car 
quickly disappeared around a bend into the .pine trees. 

"Well," Bart Thomas said casually to the boys, "She's certainly in a hurry." 

"Whew," Ernie sighed. Wow, was he glad Mr. Thomas hadn't caught them 
watching that woman making herself cum like that. 

* * * 

That evening, as Andrea sat in front of her bedroom dresser after a hot 
bath, she felt refreshed and sparkling. What she had done, she knew was 
risky. It was foolish, but her headache was gone. 

Ralph Peters, her husband, a tall well-built man in his early forties with 
steel-grey hair and blue eyes was bent over the bed struggling with a long 
black evening sock. 

"Well, I see the servants have everything under control," he mumbled 
absently. 

"I know dear, I felt absolutely useless today. There really wasn't anything 
I could do at all to help them prepare for the party." Andrea gazed into her 
dresser mirror as she spoke, adjusting a dainty gold earring. She was sure 
now that Ralph had no idea of where she had been during the afternoon. 

"Were you working hard again today, dear?" Andrea asked. 

"All day. That damn Stevenson case. I'll be flying to Chicago on Monday." 

Andrea's heart sank. She turned toward her husband with a plaintive 
expression on her face. But Ralph was busy grunting as he slipped into his 
black dress shoes. 

"Not again, Ralph. Oh please tell me no." Ralph looked at her in surprise. 
He could see the pleading frown clouding her face. 

"I've got to Andrea. It's the most important case of my career. I may be 
gone close to two weeks." 

"Two weeks!" Andrea turned angrily back to the mirror and began to fidget 
with her earrings again. Ralph was genuinely puzzled. He could not 
understand why she was acting this way. It must be because of the Stevenson 
case, a complicated law suit which had him travelling constantly to Chicago 
and Washington. For months he had been coming home late from the office 
tired and exhausted. At nine or ten in the evening he would simply slump in 
an easy chair with his paper while one of the servants brought him a 
martini. For months he had left Andrea an office widow. Almost every night 
as they climbed into bed together, he had been forced to plead exhaustion to 
her sexual approaches. 

And none of it was Andrea's fault. The panties she had worn to bed were the 
most enticing things he had ever seen-brief chiffon panties that felt soft 
to the touch, lacy panties, silk panties, of every imaginable variety. She 
had even begged him to fuck her one night. He could remember her kneeling on 
the bed, her naked full breasts swaying sensually as she tantalizingly 
lowered the waistband of her panties down beneath the softly curling nest of 
pubic hair that guarded her ripely split pussy lips. She was almost saying 
screw me now, Ralph and I'll let you tear my panties off. God, how he had 
wanted to do that ever since they were married, but for some reason she 
would never allow him to take them completely off. She liked it with them 
on. Even so, that night when she tempted him, it was hopeless. He was much 
too exhausted, and he fell quickly asleep. 

As for Andrea, she had done all she could to awaken Ralph's sleeping sexual 
drives. But it had been too frustrating, and though she fought the urge as 
best she could, she broke down completely this morning when she had made her 
lewd, exhibitionist excursion to the boy scout camp. She knew she had gone 
too far this time, but she was possessed by the fear that the drives 
controlling her would take her even further. Where would it all end? 

Ralph, sensing that something was troubling her, moved to the dresser, and 
put his hands on her bare shoulders, massaging them gently. His powerful 
wrists looked dark and strong against the stiff white cuffs of his dress 
shirt. 

"I'm sorry," he said finally. "I haven't been very attentive to you lately." 

He kneaded the flesh of her shoulders, trying to make her relax. What could 
he say that would cheer her up? Perhaps he should tell her about the new 
young lawyer he'd just hired to help with business in the home office while 
he was away working on important cases like the Stevenson case. He was a 
promising young man, and in practically no time at all he would no doubt 
relieve the burden of work that had been thrown on Ralph's shoulders. Yes, 
he would tell her about this new, young lawyer. 

"You'll be seeing a new face at the party tonight," he said finally. 

"Oh?" Andrea quickly pulled herself together, applying a dab of perfume to 
her ear. "A young lawyer we just hired." 

"What's his name?" 

"Thomas. Bart Thomas. He looks like he'll be a real asset to the firm. He 
went to one of the best law schools in the country, Stanford, and he's very 
bright and ambitious." 

"Good, I'm glad for you Ralph." Andrea turned and looked up into his strong, 
powerful face, and as she did so, gently patted his hand. God, she thought 
to herself, how could she have disgraced their marriage the way she had 
today by shamelessly fingering herself in front of those boys. But those 
headaches, those insane headaches ... if only she could find a way of curing 
them. They had been troubling her ever since she was twelve years old and 
had had that horrible sexual incident with Uncle Rex. 

"Yes, I think you'll find this Bart Thomas is really a different sort of 
fellow." Ralph had moved away from her and was now adjusting his tie in 
front of the full length mirror at the other end of the spacious bedroom. 

"Bart is very civic minded." Ralph continued absently. "Does all sorts of 
corny things. He told me he's even active in the Boy Scouts or something 
like that." 

Andrea suddenly felt waves of dread riding over her body. She stifled her 
alarmed expression and, turning to Ralph, mustered an air of casual 
interest. 

"You said his name was Thomas?" 

"Yes, Bart Thomas. You haven't run across him before, have you?" 

Andrea quickly turned back toward the mirror. "No, no dear, I-I don't think 
so." Thomas, Thomas, had she heard one of the Boy Scouts talking about a Mr. 
Thomas? No, it couldn't be. It was too much of a coincidence. But if it were 
this same scoutmaster who had seen her from the hill, what would she do? And 
what if he had taken pictures of her? A knot of fear caught in Andrea's 
throat. 

"You better hurry along a bit," Ralph reminded her. "Our guests will be 
arriving shortly." Andrea now sat rigidly in front of the dresser paralyzed 
with nervous fear. She suddenly felt ill, in fact. But Ralph was not paying 
any attention. Admiring himself in front of the mirror, he gave a final 
smart little tug on his dinner jacket and left the room. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Andrea Peters was fifteen minutes late for her own party that night. It had 
taken an inordinate amount of time to compose herself, to arrange her long, 
thick locks of hair again and again so that they fell just right over her 
shoulders; to apply and reapply her eye shadow; to adjust the delicate gold 
necklace that highlighted her thin aristocratic neck. Now, finally she was 
ready to meet her fate. But perhaps she could avoid it after all, maybe she 
was exaggerating the problem. It was too much of a coincidence that Bart 
Thomas the young lawyer could also be the scoutmaster who had seen her from 
the hill. 

Andrea sighed as she took one last look in the mirror. She had put on a thin 
practically transparent dress that revealed enticingly the full ripe curves 
of her body. The soft silken outline of her panties was teasingly visible 
underneath it, and the hem extended barely to the flares of her firm, 
alluring thighs. She had decided to wear it especially for her husband, but 
she knew he wouldn't notice it. He hardly glanced at her body in months. It 
was time to go now. She could postpone it no longer. 

With an apprehensive fear growing inside her, Andrea headed downstairs and 
outside to the garden and the large tent where the party was to be held. It 
was noisy inside the tent, and she could hear the servants and caterers 
setting up the tables as she approached. Ralph was standing at the canopied 
main entrance looking tall and distinguished in his dinner jacket. Andrea 
gave him a quick loving kiss on the cheek as she entered. 

"Why don't you get yourself a drink and help me out with the introduction?" 

"In a minute, dear. I want to make sure the caterers don't make an absolute 
mess of everything first." 

"All right. But hurry back, will you?" Ralph gave her a playful pat on the 
thinly clad buttocks as she hurried to the opposite comer of the tent to one 
of the portable bars that stood by the buffet tables. Barely concealing her 
nervousness she ordered a dry martini from the red-coated waiter behind it 
and downed the drink without her usual lady-like restraint. 

The buffet table presented a good vantage point. From here she could keep an 
eye out for which guests were entering the tent. She set the martini glass 
on the bar table and ordered another one. 

With the drink in her hand she turned to look over her shoulder at the main 
entrance. So far she had seen no one who looked like the handsome young 
lawyer type-no one who looked like the scoutmaster who had seen her earlier 
in the day. But it might be difficult to tell. A scoutmaster's uniform was a 
long way from a formal dinner jacket. 

Two older ladies were entering now, both in long flowing old-fashioned 
gowns-society types that reminded her somehow of her mother, who always 
acted stiff and formal wherever she went. How she wished she weren't caught 
up in the social world. It would be so much easier to live a simple life, 
not to be surrounded by servants and maids, not to do things because you had 
to. Andrea downed her drink and snatched a third from the tray of a passing 
waiter. 

She checked the entrance again. Now there were more people crowding in. Some 
of the usual old stodgy lawyer and stockbroker types along with their wives. 
But there, third or fourth in line she saw a tall young dark-haired man with 
a suntanned face. She could not determine the face clearly from the 
distance, but from his build he looked suspiciously like the scoutmaster she 
had seen. Then again he could be almost anyone-another young lawyer, a 
broker, even a client of Ralph's. What could she do? She was beginning to 
panic now. She could not possibly go back with Ralph to greet the guests. 
No, somehow she had to escape the party-at least momentarily. An idea struck 
her suddenly. She had finished half of her third drink. There was still some 
liquid left in the glass. 

All around her the caterers were busy serving the guests. She looked up 
quickly, no one was watching her, and with a quick flick of the wrist she 
dumped the contents of her glass on the edge of her dress and let the glass 
tumble to the canvas floor of the tent. 

"Did you spill any on your dress, Mrs. Peters?" she heard one of the 
servants asking her solicitously. Had he noticed that it was intentional? 

"Oh, I'm afraid I've ruined it, George," she said, suddenly relieved as she 
lifted the hem up to inspect the stain. 

There was only one thought in Andrea's mind now. She had to leave that 
party. Quickly she headed for the side entrance to the tent. Her flimsy, 
daring dress swished in the cool evening breeze as she walked out along the 
flagstone path toward the house. The house stood on top of a terraced garden 
and was a good distance away. She wished her legs could carry her even more 
quickly than they were now. But no, she must slow down, she told herself. 
She could not look conspicuous. Inhaling a deep breath of the evening 
breeze, she checked her flight and turned to look back at the tent. She 
could hear only the muffled noises of conversations. No, no one seemed to 
have noticed her exit. She could resume her walk back up the house now, and 
she turned to continue up the path. 

Bart Thomas was by now almost half an hour late for his boss's dinner party. 
He had parked his car in the front driveway, found his way around the side 
of the house, and headed down one of the paths that led to the large tent 
below on the back lawn. His young wife had suddenly been struck by a stomach 
upset, and this was partly to blame for his being late. But the real reason 
was that he had spent much to much time in the darkroom, making prints of 
the strange photos he had taken in the morning at the Boy Scout camp. In 
fact, for the sake of secrecy, he had those prints inside the pocket of his 
dinner jacket right now. God, they made him horny as hell. If there were any 
single available women at that party tonight, he knew damn well he was going 
to grab one of them. 

It wasn't until halfway down the path that he noticed the startlingly 
beautiful dark-haired woman in the thin, enticingly transparent dress. She 
was looking backward in the direction of the tent and smoothing out the 
folds in her dress-somewhat nervously, he thought. Perhaps it had turned out 
for the best that his wife, Judith, had taken ill. The creature down there 
on the path was a delectable specimen. He slowed his pace as he approached 
her, when without warning the woman turned around and bumped smack into him. 
She was obviously in a hurry. 

"Well, I never expected to have a beautiful girl in my arms this early in 
the evening," Bart smiled. 

Andrea jumped back with a start. For a moment she did not recognize the 
scoutmaster. 

She saw only a muscular athletic man with thick rich dark hair and a 
suntanned face. He was strikingly handsome. 

It was only when the words "I'm Bart Thomas" came from his mouth that her 
heart sank to the pit of her stomach and a cool, clammy sweat seeped into 
her palms. 

Control yourself, Andrea. Smile at him. You mustn't let him recognize you. 
Keep calm and cool. Everything will be all right if you can just pull it 
off. 

"Well, you must be the handsome young lawyer my husband's been telling me 
about," she smiled, forcing it with all her might. "I'm so pleased to meet 
you. I'm Andrea Peters." 

"You're a beautiful woman," Bart said calmly, staring at her. His eyes were 
locked on her face. There was something puzzled in his expression. He had 
seen this woman before, he thought to himself. Where was it? My God, she 
looked so familiar. He was staring at her so intently he had almost 
forgotten how to speak. Andrea fidgeted nervously with the alcohol spot on 
her dress. She had to take her eyes away from the relentless gaze of this 
man. 

"I'm afraid I've spilled something on this. Really, I must run back and 
change it." 

"Well, I guess I'll join the party then," Bart said as Andrea brushed 
quickly by. It was rather too sudden, Bart thought, the way she broke away 
from him. He turned and stared after her as her high-heeled shoes clicked up 
the path leading to the sprawling house. Just as she wound around past the 
terraced garden, she broke out into a run. It was as if she had been 
conscious of the intense young man staring at her all the while. What a 
strange beautiful woman, Bart thought to himself ... and the boss's wife no 
less. He would give almost anything to get up between those long, delicious 
legs, but what was the use of thinking about it. Bart continued down the 
path to the festivities below. 

* * * 

By the time Andrea reappeared at the party an hour and a half later, Bart 
Thomas had consumed three strong whiskeys. He was feeling loose and 
talkative now and he was holding Ralph Peters spellbound. The successful 
older man was watching and enjoying every word that came from his mouth. 
This was just the way Bart wanted it. 

But even as he continued to talk glibly he was thinking about Andrea. And as 
he saw her reentering the tent out of the comer of his eye, he broke off 
almost in mid-sentence. She changed her clothes all right-and now she was 
wearing something twice as enticing as before. The shimmering light blue 
dress was slightly shorter than the other one. It barely covered the rich 
ripe fullness of her thighs, and he thought he could see the brief 
tantalizing silken band of her panties beneath. Even the way she walked 
excited him. Her head high in the air, proud disdainful, as if to say I can 
dress any way I like but don't you dare look at me. She could think that all 
she wanted, but it was impossible for any male to take his eyes off her. 
Bart felt the first stirrings of carnality as his cock began to rise slowly, 
stiffly. It took a terrible effort to control it as he watched Andrea Peters 
move alluringly from the entrance of the tent toward one of the portable 
bars. 

It seemed as if he had been staring at her for a full five minutes, and 
somehow from across the room Andrea must have unconsciously realized it. 
Turning her head in his direction she caught the full lechery of his intense 
gaze, and for just a split second a look of terror came to her eyes. She 
turned away. 

That split second was all Bart Thomas needed. His mind clicked. That look! 
It was the same look he had seen on the woman at the Boy Scout camp as he 
had approached the car. Good Lord, it was incredible! The woman he had seen 
at the Boy's Scout camp was Andrea Peters ... and he had her photos right 
inside his coat pocket. The hard shaft of his cock shot up inside his black 
striped formal trousers. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. He 
could have this beautiful woman right in the palm of his hand now. He could 
do anything he wanted with her. All he had to do was show her the 
photographs he had. And with this hold over her, it might even be a simple 
matter to become a junior partner in Ralph Peter's law firm. 

Bart noticed that she was downing a drink and seemed to be excusing herself 
from the small cluster of people who had gathered around her. She wasn't 
going to get away this time. He would catch her before she could get back to 
the safety of that house. Bart excused himself and headed in Andrea's 
direction. She was walking quickly toward the side entrance. He maneuvered 
himself nimble through the knots of partygoers. She was outside now, heading 
up the flagstone path again. 

"Wait!" he called out, but she continued walking, her hair swishing in the 
breeze. She wasn't going to escape this time. He walked even faster now to 
catch up with her. She was only a few feet ahead of him-this proud beautiful 
woman-but she wasn't about to escape his trap. 

"Stop, please!" he said, almost out of breath as he ran up behind her. She 
turned toward him, a look of anger in her eyes. Bart calmed himself down, 
took hold of her hand. 

"I've seen you before," he said. She tried to jerk her hand away from his, 
but it closed tighter on her wrist until it almost hurt. "As a 
matter-of-fact, I saw you today," Bart persisted. 

"I doubt it," Andrea snapped, still struggling to break away from his grip. 
"I've never seen you in my life. You're acting a bit peculiar toward your 
boss's wife, don't you think?" 

Bart's liquor-inspired confidence was growing inside him. There wasn't a 
trace of doubt in his mind that Andrea Peters was the woman in the white 
convertible who had so lewdly fingerfucked herself today in front of several 
of his young boy scouts. 

"Talk about me acting peculiar," Thomas sneered, slightly drunkenly. "What 
about you ... you were acting pretty peculiar at the Boy Scout camp today." 

A sudden hot flush shot up through Andrea's cheeks. She wanted to scratch 
his face with her long manicured nails. 

"You were at the Boy Scout camp today, and it's no use telling me you 
weren't. I have some photographs of you and one's inside my pocket. Matter 
of fact, I wish I had a couple more like it with me!" 

"Oh God!" Andrea gasped. Her hand went limp inside his tight grip. Tears 
began to well up inside, but she choked them back. 

"What is it you want?" she demanded finally, her dark eyes narrowing in 
contempt. 

"Just to talk," her husband's young employee said calmly. He knew he had her 
now. He would be able to do anything he wanted ... anything at all. 

"We ... we can't talk here," Andrea stammered. 

"Well, let's go somewhere where we can talk!" He gave her wrist a sharp 
twist, and a hot twinge of pain shot through her entire body. 

"All right, all right," Andrea faltered. 

"Where?" Bart said, his teeth clenched tightly. 

"The gatehouse. It's not far away." He released his grip and she rubbed her 
wrist where he had twisted it. There was no use fighting him ... not yet ... 
She had to find out what he was going to do with those horrible pictures. 

It was growing dark now, and only the light of the Chinese lanterns 
illuminated the flagstone path as the two figures hurried around toward the 
front of the house and across the evenly trimmed expanse of lawn that spread 
before them. 

Bart Thomas could hardly wait as he followed Andrea's impatient footsteps. 
She was going to give him a hard time, he knew, but with a hot little cunt 
like he'd seen this afternoon, she would come around in due time. 

The gatehouse, a small, comfortable dwelling formerly inhabited by servants, 
was located at the front of the Peter's property. It was dark and shaded by 
trees as they approached the front door, where Andrea bent down for the keys 
hidden under the door mat. 

My God, what a beautiful firm ass she, has, Bart thought to himself as she 
bent over. And her panties were practically pointing in his face-brief, 
flimsy panties that looked like elegantly colored tissue paper. God, he was 
going to rip them right off her body. His hard, thick cock swelled obscenely 
inside his pants. 

Andrea slipped the key into the door, turned the lock and flicked on the 
lights inside. The shades to the gatehouse were pulled down tightly. What a 
place! Bart thought to himself. Ralph Peters must be getting a little' on 
the side, judging from the looks of it. Thick red carpeting that sank down 
luxuriously as you walked over it ... a mammoth fireplace at one end of the 
living room and a cozy, U-shaped blue corduroy couch directly in front of 
it. 

Andrea fought to suppress the rage and anger that were rising inside her. At 
least they were safe in the gatehouse. She could find out what this impudent 
young lawyer wanted, and if it was blackmail, well she had enough money in 
her household allowance to take care of that. 

Bart followed her in the direction of the blue couch and began stuffing some 
logs in the fireplace in front of it. Andrea lit a cigarette and paced 
nervously over the carpet. 

"Why don't you sit down?" he suggested. "After all, I'm not an ogre." 

The liquor was beginning to take its toll on her, and she obeyed his command 
almost without knowing it. She was so confused now. A million thoughts were 
running around inside her head. A moment later the fire in the fireplace was 
flickering brightly and Bart stood over it warming his hands contentedly as 
if he owned the place. 

"You know, you are a beautiful woman," he said turning toward her. Moving 
away from the fireplace he took a seat next to her on the couch and reached 
out to touch her alluringly silk-smooth leg with the tips of his fingers. A 
shiver of sudden dread and foreboding shot up Andrea's spine. What would he 
want next? Oh God, she moaned inwardly, why had she ever let her emotions 
take command of her and gone to that Boy Scout camp? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Andrea sat uneasily on the edge of the sofa trying to collect her thoughts 
as Bart Thomas's steely eyes fixed on her and his hand ran feather-like up 
and down the glistening smoothness of her leg. Her mind spun feverishly. It 
was true, maybe he did have pictures of her, but maybe he could be bought 
off and no one would know-least of all her husband, Ralph; it would destroy 
him emotionally if he ever found out what she had done. A little money, that 
would solve the problem, and a few good words to Ralph about him. Yes, that 
should buy him off, but would he want more? Would he want to humiliate and 
shame her as had never been done before? Even under the most trying 
circumstances she had always been loyal to her husband. When the headaches 
struck her and her body had ached and trembled out of control, she had 
always gone to a neighborhood far from home, and when she felt the urge to 
pull the thin protective crotchband of her panties aside and expose her 
naked vagina, she had always done it in front of young, wide-eyed boys or 
helpless old men. In the truest sense of the word she had remained 
physically loyal to Ralph and never let anyone else touch her between her 
legs. 

But now this Bart Thomas had his hand on her thigh and he was sliding it up 
closer to the raised hem of her dress. She could not let him touch her there 
any closer. The whole scene was too frightening. It brought the memories 
streaming back ... memories of that night when she was a young, twelve year 
old girl and her uncle Rex had seduced and ravished her virginal young body 
in his hunting lodge. How much the gatehouse reminded her of that same lodge 
with its brightly flickering fire. Crazy images ran through Andrea's mind. 
She remembered the wild, lust-driven look on her uncle Rex's face as he had 
ripped her flimsy girlish clothes from her. She remembered herself standing 
naked in front of him except for her thinly protective panties, which she 
had defiantly clung to as the last vestige of salvation. And now it seemed 
like it was happening all over again. The memory of that night had left 
scars on her-most of all the headaches that drove her to do the things she 
despised afterward. In her mind she could not forget the trembling 
excitement that surged through her body that night as her uncle had simply 
pulled the thin elastic legband aside and plunged his heavily hardened penis 
deeply into her virginal young loins without even removing her panties. Even 
now, against her will, something compelled her to seek out the forbidden but 
wild, masochistic pleasure she had experienced that night so long ago. The 
sickness was something she could not control, but she refused to degrade 
herself even further by submitting to whatever demands this brazen young man 
would make on her body. 

"All right. You said you have pictures. I want to see them," Andrea demanded 
coldly. 

Bart, startled by her sudden reawakening, with drew his hand from her leg, 
reached into his coat pocket and produced the evidence-several 
snapshot-sized photographs. He was happy, as he had thought he had only 
brought one. 

Andrea's hand trembled as she seized them. All the unpleasant but weirdly 
erotic memories of the afternoon flooded through her mind. God ... he had 
seen everything she had done, and even her sunglasses could not effectively 
disguise her identity. He had taken pictures of the car's license plates as 
well. 

"There's no use denying it's you. The evidence, as I quite often put it to 
the jury, is there." 

Andrea's cheeks flushed red with an anger and embarrassment that she tried 
desperately to control. "What do you plan to do with these?" she said. 

"Nothing ... nothing if you cooperate with me." 

"And what exactly does that mean?" Andrea bristled. 

"How about a drink first?" Bart said coolly drawing a cigarette case from 
his coat pocket. 

"You hardly deserve it, but I need one myself. There's liquor in the cabinet 
to your left," she said as haughtily as she could. Bart rose from the sofa, 
went to the liquor cabinet and extracted a bottle of brandy with glasses. He 
filled them carefully. 

"Suppose we continue with business," Andrea snapped haughtily again. 

Uppity little society bitch, Bart thought to himself. At first he had 
planned to go easy on her, but now he was going to show her who was boss. He 
would have her screaming for his cock before the night was over. He didn't 
give a damn if she was his boss, Ralph Peters', wife. She was soon going to 
be writhing and thrashing like a common gutter-whore beneath his mercilessly 
fucking body. 

"The first thing I want from you is to drink this drink and relax and then 
we'll talk." Andrea took a long sip from the brandy snifter Bart handed her 
and set it down on the end of table next to her. 

"I suppose it won't do any good to rip these up," she said in hopeless 
anger. "A man like you has obviously kept the negatives." 

"No, it won't do you any good," Bart laughed. "I've got them tucked safely 
away at home." Tears of rage and hate choked Andrea, and before she knew 
what was happening, she swung out with all her might at his face. Her palm 
came across it like a whip, and Bart's head jerked back. 

Dirty little bitch, he thought. She's really going to get that hot little 
cunt of hers reamed out now. His cheeks glowed red from the blow she had 
delivered. Suddenly, angrily, he lunged at her on the couch, grabbing her 
shoulders tightly and drawing her struggling body toward him. With ferocious 
speed his mouth clamped down on top of hers as she tried to jerk away. A low 
helpless groan come from her lips as she struggled against his onslaught 
with all her might. 

But Bart, grasping her tightly under the chin with one hand, pushed her down 
on her back on the couch and pressing his heavy body over hers, thrust his 
tongue like a spear between her tightly clenched teeth which unwillingly 
yielded before the power of his attack. It probed deep and hard into her 
warm wet mouth until she felt she was going to choke. Andrea uttered a low 
gasping moan of total helplessness just as she had done the night her uncle 
Rex had suddenly thrust himself upon her. It had frightened her so much 
then, and yet she had to admit, the lewdly tingling excitement had driven 
her into a wild frenzied passion that had become beyond her control. 

Her body stiffened as she felt Bart Thomas's hand reach down and slide hotly 
under her vainly struggling buttocks, grasping the soft whitely squirming 
cheeks greedily through the flimsy crinkling material of her dress. Slowly 
and firmly he pulled her loins hard up into his. 

He ground his pelvis hard against her vaginal mound, his mouth still locked 
wetly to hers, as she gasped again and held her breath, feeling the rising 
hardness of his penis pressing down into her own involuntarily moistening 
genitals. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting against it with all 
her strength-but the fingers of his other hand now slid up over her dress to 
her breasts and were nipping teasingly against her nipple as the hardness of 
his penis ground into her helplessly squirming pubis. 

"No, please, please!" she cried. "Oh God, don't do it to me and I'll give 
you anything you want. All the money you need, anything!" 

"I want your hot little cunt, damn it baby." Bart growled, ripping the 
flimsy material of her dress down from her shoulder. With a low grunt he 
slid her silken brassiere strap down over the smooth curve of her shoulder, 
and hooking his finger beneath the cup jerked down hard on it. The ripe, 
rich mounds of Andrea's breasts burst forth as she squirmed futilely against 
his lewd assault. Before she knew it, Bart's hard sharp teeth clamped down 
on the edge of her breast, and his darting tongue shot out against the 
pointed hardness of the stiffly crimson little nipple. 

"Aaaah!" Andrea moaned involuntarily, her body thrashing against his 
vise-like grip. Bart's mouth clamped down even harder as he nibbled 
teasingly at the tiny sharp bud of her desperately squirming nipple. 

"Noo, no!" Andrea cried out in agony. But deep, low-throated carnal grunts 
burst out from the depths of Bart's chest as he thrust his finger back 
between her softly giving buttocks through the flighty material of her 
light, filmy dress. 

"Ooooh, God," Andrea moaned, overcome now by his power. Bart's finger wormed 
its way farther and farther up between the now tightly clenched cheeks as 
she squirmed and thrashed helplessly beneath his weight. Then suddenly he 
with drew the finger and his hand snaked downward to the hem of her dress. 
Andrea jerked slightly as she felt Thomas's fingers hooking and sliding the 
material of her dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried to 
pull away, but her willpower was beginning to dissipate against the powerful 
erotically rising sensations building up deep inside her churning belly. 

She gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the 
top of her nakedly trembling thighs and his fingers suddenly coming into hot 
searing contact against the moistness of the crotchband of her soft, 
see-through panties. Then suddenly, the night with Uncle Rex again flashed 
uncontrollably and vividly through her mind. She could feel his heavily 
panting body over her and his hard searching fingers rubbing wildly against 
the panties she had worn then. And all the feelings of that night, the 
feelings of a strange forbidden lust swelled inside her sensuously 
struggling body once again. Oh God, she knew at that moment there would be 
no stopping it now that it had started its obscene passion-building force. 

An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her stocking-less exposed 
legs as she felt her husband's associate slipping a finger under the tight 
elastic legband of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering 
helplessly as the tip found the sensitive narrow slit of her vagina and 
gently thrust into it, parting the softly curling pubic hair up between her 
thighs and making sudden delicious contact with the hotly throbbing head of 
her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that 
permeated her whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back 
the groan of pleasure she felt building up deep in her chest. The rapidly 
moistening panty-cloaked vee between Andrea's legs responded sensually 
against her will to the light teasing of his fingers searching hungrily up 
between her thighs. 

"Spread 'em, baby, spread 'em wide!" Bart Thomas whispered hoarsely, and 
involuntarily, against everything her mind told her, she found her 
traitorously cooperating legs slithering lewdly apart to his command. 

"God, I want to fuck you silly," he groaned, breathing heavily into her ear. 
"And I'll do anything to get at that hot little pussy of yours." His 
handsome face had contorted into a hard cruel smile as he pressed her now 
spreadeagled body harder down into the couch. 

A feeling of sudden terror sped through her as she recognized the rapacious 
look he was giving her as the very same look on Uncle Rex's face that 
terrible night so long ago. 

Andrea began to sob slowly. If only she could control the strange panty 
compulsion that had taken her to the Boy Scout camp that day, she would not 
be in this predicament now. But God, it was those terrible headaches that 
had driven her to it. And now because of them she was struggling helplessly 
against the cruel young man who had caught her in the lewd act of opening 
her legs to the eyes of young boys. Suddenly, her husband's associate 
released his grip on her body and pushed himself up off the couch. Had he 
changed his mind? Was he going to release her from the horrible web of 
blackmail that was about to close in on her. Andrea choked back her sobs as 
she lay sprawled, legs still open wide, back on the couch. Nothing of the 
kind was running through Bart Thomas's mind as he tore off his dinner jacket 
and began removing the studs from his dress shirt. He was going to fuck the 
haughty Mrs. Andrea Peters the way no troop of young, inexperienced boy 
scouts could ever fuck her. 

Andrea's hopes were suddenly dashed as she saw him stripping off his 
clothes. The worst was going to happen, and she was powerless to stop it. As 
Bart unbuttoned his shirt images of the night with Uncle Rex flashed through 
her mind again. She could see her uncle undressing, all the while with that 
cold hard expression on his face, and she remembered herself quivering 
helplessly back on the sofa with her panties still on, the last vestige of 
protection against his coming ravishment of her virginal young body. And 
then she remembered how wildly he had tugged at those panties, yanking and 
pulling at them like a lewd wild beast. Now, oh God, it was going to happen 
again. 

Bart had stripped bare and was now standing over her, his thick, stone-hard 
penis standing out from beneath his stomach muscles like the hard shaft of a 
menacing spear. He turned toward her and looking down between her open 
thighs with a lewd grin on his lips began stroking the heavy uncircumcised 
foreskin back and forth over the hard, bulbous head. 

"I'll bet those Boy Scouts didn't show you anything like this in return for 
your little pussy exhibition," he smiled. He stood for a moment reveling in 
the size of his cock and then started to move slowly toward her. She knew he 
was going to ravish her helplessly spread vagina now just as her Uncle Rex 
had done, and with her firm white thighs spread slightly apart and trembling 
in fear and anticipation, she remained frozen on the sofa. 

"Take your clothes off," Bart commanded. "Or else I will." 

He mounted the sofa and straddled her prone and helpless body, Iris knee 
between her legs grinding teasingly against the moist, tissue-like softness 
of her panties. Andrea gasped as she saw the menacing pole-like shaft 
pointing straight down at her vagina and underneath it the dangling 
bull-like testicles. God, this man was an animal-a cold, cruel ambitious 
animal. 

But now as the liquor set her head spinning Andrea's last ounce of willpower 
began to trickle away from her. She was dimly aware of the young man who 
worked for her husband bending over her and his hands snaking around her 
body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With one swift downward jerk he 
opened it down to the tops of her panty-protected buttocks. She could feel 
the cool rush of air against her skin as he pulled her dress from her 
shoulders and slithered it down over her ankles. The brassiere, which he had 
already unsnapped came next, and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty 
appreciation as he dropped it to the floor next to the couch and her firmly 
mounded breasts sprung enticingly up into the open air. 

As his giant cock swayed above her belly he hooked his finger in the 
waistband of her panties and began to pull them down over the softness of 
her round full buttocks. "Oooooh, God, noooooo!" Andrea groaned, her hips 
thrashing wildly about. Her hands shot up to her panties. Not under any 
condition could she allow herself to be stripped of this last psychological 
vestige of protection. 

"P-please leave them on while you do it!" she groaned piteously, her eyes 
closed tight and mouth open wide. 

"All right," Bart growled. "I'll fuck you with your panties on then, even if 
I have to punch a hole right through them." Before Andrea knew what was 
happening he bent down and pressed his lips tightly into the nude flesh of 
her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing through the length of 
her spine. 

Bart dropped his lips to the vee of her loins, and moving the soft silken 
material of the panties aside spread the soft, blackly curling pubic hair 
with his thumbs and flicked his tongue lizard-like in the moist flowering 
slit of her vagina. 

Andrea jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the bud of her 
clitoris, and her legs involuntarily shot out wide. Bart pushed forward and 
clamped his excitedly sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs. 
Legs spread wide apart and eyes opened now in abject horror at what he was 
doing to her, she struggled to close them, but it was a hopeless one-sided 
battle. 

She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs 
grinning up at her between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey 
ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in 
savage feast of untamed lust. The pink moist flesh of her nakedly spread 
vaginal slit was presented up to his face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay 
frozen on her back on the sofa, her humiliation complete as she watched his 
tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment 
about to take place. 

Again he placed his palms flat against the smooth flesh of the insides of 
her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. Then 
with a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he pushed the excitedly 
moistened crotchband of her panties aside and drew the ragged pink lips 
apart, exposing the pinkly glistening little slit to the mercy of his gaze. 
He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he 
dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue 
snake-like into the hotly throbbing walls of her pussy. 

She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her 
buttocks ground down into the sofa trying to escape the maddening assault on 
her secret genitals. 

"Oh God, oooooh, oooooh!" she whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head 
was up off the sofa looking down at his deeply buried face in horrified 
disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head 
rocked up and down in greedy feast between her wide-held legs. 

"It can't be! Oh, God, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in 
undisguised humiliation, her head flailing helplessly from side to side as 
his tongue swirled rhythmically in and out of the involuntarily dilating 
lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible 
things being done to her down between her open legs, tiny wisps of forbidden 
pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly and her arms lay tensed at 
her sides while her firm rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting 
her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her 
quivering belly and dug harshly into their fleshy softness. As his mouth and 
tongue worked animal-like in slobbering subjugation at the widespread 
tightness of her cunt his eyes remained wide open, watching in arrogant 
delight the pained contortions of her beautiful face up through the 
quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first 
signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come. 

Andrea lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was 
subjecting her helplessly trapped body to. There was nothing she could do, 
and great tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes. Random crazy 
pictures, of her uncle Rex flickered through her mind as she listened to the 
vile wet sucking noises her own husband's employee, Bart Thomas's mouth was 
making down between her thighs. Oh God, how could she have let herself get 
carried away this afternoon. Why had she gone to that Boy Scout camp? It was 
her own uncontrollable drive that left her now at the mercy of this 
lust-crazed maniac. 

Bart's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing 
thrusts of his tongue into the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina. He 
watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks with a cruel triumphant 
satisfaction. This would show her who was boss. She may be his boss', Ralph 
Peter's, wife, but she was his now, all his, and he could get anything he 
wanted from her. She was going to like it too, and before he'd finished 
fucking her snooty-nosed little cunt, she'd be crawling on her knees to him 
begging him for more ... and, by God, she'd get it. Chuckling softly to 
himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her 
knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them all 
the way up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her slightly jiggling 
breasts and exposed her now loosely dangling, passion-drenched panties to 
his lustful sight. This would get her, he grinned and worming his tongue 
under the crotchband, flicked the tip of it teasingly into the tightly. 
puckered little hole of her anus nestled just below the open slit of her 
cunt. 

The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening 
brought a low moan of anguish from her tortured lips. She clenched her eyes 
tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing 
sensation it sent racing out of control through her lewdly doubled up body. 

"Ooooh, God, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her 
buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at the 
tightly clenched lips of her rectum. His answer was a lewd chuckle from his 
hotly nibbling lips and a further stab into the tight fleshy little ring of 
her anus. 

"Aaagh," she groaned again as small tiny goose bumps rippled across her 
nakedly quivering belly and full heaving breasts. Andrea sobbed helplessly 
before his obscene attack up between her wide-spread buttocks, and suddenly 
in spite of her revulsion and humiliation she felt her body begin to desert 
her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending 
helpless spasms of delicious sensations coursing through her mercilessly 
teased nerve ends. 

"Oh God, no! No I can't!" The cruel realization of her loss of control 
suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and 
humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery that she was 
committing with another man, but the more frightening and shameful thought 
that her traitorously responding body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched 
her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the tiny 
licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and 
devour her in helplessness. But it was a losing battle as her husband's 
lewdly grinning associate licked and mewled ceaselessly at her naked wet 
loins below. 

And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and 
confused mind-the dam burst. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked 
spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his hotly 
thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair with a low 
soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of 
her husband and her social position. All that mattered now were the 
delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking 
needles of white-hot fire. 

Bart sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a deep savage grunt, 
thrust his thick wet tongue deep up into the helplessly quivering channel of 
her vagina again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs lining the warmly 
pulsating lips grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the 
sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up 
against his wetly glistening face. She was his now, he gloated, and there 
would be lots more in store for her. He was going to enjoy fucking her 
beautiful aristocratic body many, many more times in the future ... as much 
as he was going to enjoy becoming a junior partner in her husband, Ralph 
Peter's law firm. 

Andrea squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Bart Thomas's 
hotly flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would 
break through her chest. Her head was raised from the couch again, her eyes 
peering salaciously down at his face, her hands locked tightly behind his 
head pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her now 
openly welcoming cunt. It seemed as though the delicious sucking and licking 
of her vagina would go on forever, when suddenly he forced his head from the 
tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs. 

She closed her eyes tight again to block out the humiliation of lying under 
him stripped naked and defenseless except for her now uselessly protective 
panties. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her back 
to reality. But then he spoke. 

"I'm gonna fuck you harder and deeper now than you ever got it in that hot 
little pussy of yours before." He reached down to tear away her wetly 
drenched panties, grasping the. tortuously twisted waistband with his thick 
powerful hand. 

"Nooooo," Andrea shrieked. "Please, please leave my panties on!" Bart pulled 
hard against the waistband and released it, letting it snap like a slingshot 
back into the firm quivering flesh of her belly. Andrea jerked from the 
impact. God, she couldn't let him take Her panties off. No one had ever done 
that, not even Ralph in all the years they had been married. Her panties had 
always been the last fortress of protection to her unconscious mind. She 
could never abandon herself completely by shedding them and letting a man do 
it to her without them on. 

Bart was bent over her prostrate body now, locking his lips hotly into the 
nipple of her breathlessly heaving breast. She groaned in shame, but his 
hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and nipping teasingly at the 
crotchband of her panties, held her down. His lips roamed wetly over the 
white, palpitating mounds, causing a lewd, blissful twitch that descended 
feather-like to her silken covered loins below. Her buttocks began a slow 
impatient grinding down into the couch. 

"Goddam, you're getting hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered hotly over the 
sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed of 
his desire. "You'll pay for the way you slapped me. I want to see you twist 
and squirm around on it when this cock of mine sinks up into your snooty 
little belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it, baby!" 

Andrea lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words and in spite of 
her inner revulsion at their sound, their very lewdness excited her more and 
more, but still she fought within herself against this final surrender that 
would mean her total subjugation to him. 

"Spread your legs wide and reach down and pull your panties aside. I'm 
slippin' it up in your cunt now," Bart grinned in triumph above her. 

Quivering, half in fear, half in anticipation, Andrea slid her hand down and 
with her finger tips drew the wetly drenched crotchband aside and opened her 
thighs wider apart as her husband's eagerly grinning young employee levered 
up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her nakedly stripped 
shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies taking the hard 
throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward using the thick 
rubbery head to teasingly part the softly curling strands of pubic hair and 
the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the 
sofa, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft, desire-inciting 
contact against the smooth, hair-fringed edges of her moistly pulsating 
pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter 
subjugation beneath him, not daring to breathe. 

"Ooooooh," she breathed finally as she felt the first harsh pressure against 
the tight elastic opening of her vagina. 

He pushed. 

"Aaaaaagh," she grunted in futile protest as the tip of his heavily 
throbbing cock slipped relentlessly through, stretching cruelly the tight 
rubbery opening until Andrea felt as though her thighs were splitting apart 
from the relentless outward pressure. 

"Oooooh God, no, please, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming 
almost at the top of her lungs as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw 
his sadistic lust-driven grin above her. Oh God, he was killing her and he 
was enjoying it. He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of 
his slow, relentless penetration of her defenselessly spread little vaginal 
hole. 

Suddenly the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw 
lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this helpless 
socialite wife of his boss spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his 
cock disappearing into the warm, hair-lined mouth of her pussy. 

He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick! 

He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm tits tightly back against 
her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick 
cock plunged into her cunt like a raging freight train, pushing the soft 
moist flesh of her vaginal wall in hotly rippling waves before it. There was 
no stopping it until with a sudden loud groan of conquest his balls smacked 
heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass cheeks. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled, and 
his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny threads 
as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, now 
it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides. There 
wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it she could not feel as it pressed tight 
against the soft internal flesh of her cunt, enclosed in the moist warm 
sheath like a pole impaled cruelly into its piteous victim's belly. 

He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Andrea too lay 
immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a 
sound for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside. The 
thickness of Bart's cock jerked up another half inch as he flexed it to make 
it grow bigger up inside her vagina. 

"Auuuuuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her beautifully sculptured face 
contorting to a deeper pain. 

"I knew I'd get into those hot little panties of yours," he tormented above 
her, flexing his cock deeper again. 

"Aaaaagh," she groaned more piteously this time, the cords in her neck 
standing out from the pressure of her resistance. 

"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her 
face. 

There was no answer. 

"Like it? I said." He flexed again. 

"Ooooh, yes, yes," Andrea cried, afraid to offend him. The humiliation was 
just too unbearable. . 

"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness. 

"No, no, I can't," she prayed beneath him. 

"Beg me to fuck you now!" He throbbed the huge member deep down into her 
quivering belly again. 

"Oooooh God, don't, I can't." She fought with all her strength and courage 
to escape this one final humiliation. This she knew would be the final 
surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing 
she had left. He had taken all else, her self respect, her social position, 
everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her 
beg too. She just couldn't. He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the 
softness of her shoulder at the same time. 

"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg you proud 
little bitch." 

"Oooooh God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness 
of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me." 

"Not like that. Say fuck me," he demanded. "Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through 
clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd obscene 
words. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the 
same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she 
knew were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face her 
husband, Ralph, again. She was a whore now. A whore! 

The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! 
Lost! He had taken everything that was right and good from her. There was no 
hope left, nothing ... nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep up 
inside her hungrily burning vagina. 

Bart Thomas sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left 
in her soul and clamping his lips suddenly down tightly over her mouth he 
began a slow rocking motion back and forth between her wide stretched 
thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage widening slightly with each 
stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long 
to turn this smooth soft-bodied wife of his boss into a raw squealing mass 
of helpless desire. He could feel it by the way she reacted to his earlier 
touches. Even though she had resisted and was convinced in her own mind that 
she was a sweet conservative wife in spite of the lewd exhibition of her 
panties she had put on at the Boy Scout camp, he could detect a latent hot 
streak in her that hadn't been turned on for a long time. Well, he'd make 
sure she got turned on tonight and he could think of nothing better than 
sneaking over to get his hands into those hot silk panties of her whenever 
he felt like a piece of ass. 

Andrea's body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer any reason 
to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her mind and belly. She 
had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing 
thought of her total surrender to another man other than her husband sent 
lewdly rising chills of delight running along the base of her spine as she 
felt the slow rhythm of Bart Thomas's cock begin skewering wetly into her. 

Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him as she groaned incessantly 
up into the moistness of his mouth shoving her tongue with a sudden complete 
and voluntary abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile 
acceptance came in hotly rising torrents from far down in her chest, her 
face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, 
a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now-disheveled soft 
dark hair. 

Bart slipped his hands down around her nakedly jerking hips and slid them 
under the soft, smoothly working moons of her buttocks, cupping them 
hungrily, one in each hand. As he felt the tightness of the elastic leg band 
of her panties rubbing wetly against the side of his rapidly thrusting cock, 
he remembered with lust-inciting clarity the black silk ones she had worn in 
her car at the Boy Scout camp. The realization that this beautiful, weirdly 
obsessed socialite was now his to fuck and do with as he wished drove him 
into greater frenzy. 

Her buttocks were flexing and unflexing, oozing warmly around his fingers as 
he pressed his hands tightly into their silken clad smoothness. He jerked 
her widespread crotch harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs 
back a little more, the wet moist hole of her cunt flowering welcomely open 
to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. 

The pain was gone now, and her inner thighs pressing tightly on either side 
of him were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were 
closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling 
sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck 
and thighs stood out hard and tense as she wildly writhed beneath him from 
the intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of her forced 
adultery with another man or anything but the delicious sensation of lying 
beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him 
the wild, uncontrollable pleasure he was giving to her. 

Bart slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smoother strokes that 
brought his cock almost all the way out of her now hungrily clasping vagina 
on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks 
again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls down against the 
panty-guarded crevice of her rhythmically flexing anus. He grinned at the 
thought of conquering her further and slid his fingers down over the smooth 
tight skin of her buttock cheeks and slipping them under the softness of her 
panties, found the small puckered rectal lips cradled defenselessly below. 
They were soft and warm and he could feel them working with the movement of 
her buttocks grinding sensuously up against his loins. 

He pushed into it with a sudden quick movement of his middle finger, feeling 
the soft rubbery flesh pop suddenly open and yield before his attack. 

"Oooooh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest. 

He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her tiny mewling cries of 
subjugation. 

"Ooooooh," she groaned this time louder. "God, it hurts!" 

But there was no respite. 

He worked his finger obscenely around up inside, stretching the rubbery 
softness wider and wider as he ground gleefully into her. He slipped another 
finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it too moved into the 
soft warm clutching depths. The deep guttural noises coming from her chest 
slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be 
replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her now widely stretched anal 
passage slowly became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion. 

He smiled a smile of triumph into her wetly sucking mouth as he felt her 
hesitantly, but, slowly, screwing her rectum back on his fingers probing 
methodically around up inside the warm rubbery depths. 

She was hopelessly impaled now between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina 
from the front, and his fingers wormed tightly up in her asshole from 
behind. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began twisting and 
squealing in wildly growing abandon under the double ravishment of her 
loins. 

He slid his other hand up slowly from the other rounded cheek of her ass to 
where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy and could feel 
the soft, hair-lined lips of it clasped tightly to his rampaging cock. He 
could sense their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard 
jackhammer thrust into her. 

He fondled and played with the hotly contracting lips, bringing softer moans 
of lewdly abandoned sensation from her mouth, and at the same time he could 
feel the ever-widening passage of her vagina flowering open wider in greedy 
desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far up inside her. 

He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep as she thrashed her 
body beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on 
either side of him jerked out wide and up. He ripped his fingers from her 
tightly clenching little rectal passage with a quick wet hissing sound and 
pressed his hands behind her knees pushing them all the way back over her 
head and hard down against the sofa on either side of her shoulders. Her 
nakedly squirming body was bent double and the plane of her crotch was wide 
open to the pile driving thrust of his loins as he fucked brutally into her. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she canted beneath him, her face contorted in an 
unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned passion. 

He grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so 
that Iris cock bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. 
Her breasts heaved and quivered against the pressure of his chest, the tiny 
hardened digging into him like the buttons of a coat. 

And suddenly she shivered under him. 

"Oh God ... Oh God ... I'm cumming--cumming! Oh, Ooooooh, Oooooh!" 

He felt her cunt opening around him and warm gushes of wet slippery female 
essence flooding hotly around his pistoning cock. He fucked faster, digging 
deep, deep inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life and 
worked to make it true. 

He felt her jerk her wide split cunt up towards him several times, the soft, 
hair-fringed lips of it working and sucking at his penis as though trying to 
milk his balls dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps, and he 
thrust deeper again, feeling suddenly his own wetly gushing sperm shoot from 
the tip of his cock far up into her warm, desperately quivering-belly. Their 
raging hot cum exploded together and mingled deep down inside in a wet pool 
of joy and passion that Andrea had not known before could ever have existed. 

Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed 
obscenely on either side of his still spasmodically heaving body. Her heart 
pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and 
satiated as it had not been in months, and the sudden wave of shame and 
humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who it 
was that was lying on top of her nakedly stilled breasts and stomach.... 

* * * 

Ten minutes later Bart Thomas was standing by the fireplace getting dressed. 
He had refilled the two brandy glasses with the expensive cognac in the 
liquor cabinet and handed one to Andrea, who was sitting curled up in a 
comer of the sofa, clutching her disheveled summer dress closely against her 
body as if to hide the shame and humiliation of her nakedness. 

Small droplets of tears welled in her downcast eyes as she grasped the 
brandy snifter Bart handed her. In spite of her shame the reverberations of 
electrical passion were still coursing through her body, and she could feel 
the hot thickness of his cum oozing gently into the tattered web of her 
panties. God, she could hardly bear to look at this animal of a man who had 
subjected her to these indignities, but nevertheless she felt a strange 
forbidden attraction to him. 

"God, where will this end?" Andrea moaned helplessly. 

"I think you'll find my demands are quite reasonable," Bart said, his 
starched cuffs now neatly fastened. There was no longer the nasty cruel tone 
in his voice which she had become accustomed to. He seemed generous in 
victory. 

"First of all," he continued. "You damn well know you enjoyed that. And you 
know that doing it with me is a hell of a lot safer than spreading your legs 
and flashing your panties to a bunch of legally underage Boy Scouts." Andrea 
loathed his cool self assurance, but his words made sense, and then she 
could hear him say, "The question is where and when." He swished the cognac 
around in the elegant glass. "I suppose there's no use trying to avoid it." 

"You can't avoid it, I've got the photos if you remember. And besides you're 
safe with me." Andrea's rage and anger gave way to a kind of numbness and 
she found she could actually look her husband's associate, Bart Thomas, in 
the eye now. 

"There's a country place in Maryland that we have," she said dully, resigned 
now to the fact that she had no choice but to submit to his lewd demands of 
adultery. 

"Good," Bart said. "Good. Let's arrange our meeting for next Friday." He 
gave her a triumphant, arrogant little smile as he threw on his dinner 
jacket. 

"And what about your other conditions?" 

"They're very simple. You won't find them difficult at all. First, I want 
you to speak to your husband about-what shall we say?-my qualifications. I 
don't like to waste time getting to the top if you know what I mean." 

"No, I certainly do know what you mean. You want me to put in a good word 
for you in other words," she said sarcastically. 

"Yes, exactly." He wais going to use her brutally. She would even be forced 
to mouth his praises to her husband. What a betrayal of her real feelings! 
She would cringe inside every time she spoke of him, but he was holding all 
the cards and there was no use in not cooperating with him. He would ruin 
her if she went against his will. 

"Oh-and there's a third condition," Bart continued casually. 

"What's that?" Andrea trembled, trying to hold back the tears that were 
building inside her once again. He began slowly, calmly measuring his words 
as he spoke. 

"You have a rather attractive body. It's a shame not to make the most of 
it." 

"What does that mean?" Andrea protested, her eyes firing with anger. He was 
obviously preparing her for the final blow, but whatever it was going to be 
she knew she could not fight it. 

"I want some pictures of you with your pussy showing up between your legs," 
he said finally, his tongue circling his lips. "Photography is my hobby you 
know." He smiled at her with cruel self confidence. Andrea gasped in 
astonishment at his audacity. God, he was a horrible sadist. 

"Agreed?" he said. Andrea was trembling with rage now, but she could only 
nod in hopeless assent. With the evidence he had he could demand almost 
anything of her. 

"There's no need to worry. It will all be very harmless. You can wear a 
mask. The pictures are for my own use only ... remember, I told you before 
I'm not an ogre." Carefully, Bart Thomas set his glass down on the 
mantelpiece above the fireplace in front of him and headed toward the door. 
Andrea heard it close quietly as her head sank down into her arms in despair 
and she began to sob softly. It was hopeless. She was completely subjugated 
to this ambitious man who was now in total control of her secret life. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The weekend passed quickly for Andrea-too quickly. On Sunday morning as she 
ate breakfast with Ralph she found it difficult to speak about Bart Thomas, 
but it became easier as she went on-as if she were talking about a total 
stranger. Ralph looked at her quizzically as she talked and said finally, 
"Yes, I'll have to keep my eye on Bart." There was something strange about 
the way he said it. Did he suspect anything? Or did he simply mean that 
perhaps Bart Thomas might be the one to help him on the Stevenson case? 

On Monday after Ralph left for Chicago the phone call came-the phone call 
from her husband's young assistant. The maid picked up the receiver and 
transferred the call to Andrea's bedroom, where she lay propped up on the 
bed hopelessly trying to concentrate on a novel. Bart's voice was 
disgustingly cheerful, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened 
between them. 

"Well, have you made arrangements?" he asked. He uttered the words so 
nonchalantly it made her want to scream. 

"Yes," she said finally. "But you know it's not really safe to talk on this 
phone." 

"Don't worry about it. Is everything set for this Friday?" 

"Yes, I've made the arrangements," Andrea said in a hushed tone. You can 
meet me at the summer place. It's off route ninety-five in Maryland." 

"Don't worry, I'll find it, baby." Andrea recoiled at his familiarity. Baby, 
she had never been called baby by anyone else before in her life. But there 
was something funny about all this, she thought as she hung up the receiver. 
The man who was her blackmailer might well turn out to be her salvation. She 
could do worse than Bart Thomas ... at least with him around to expose 
herself to, she would not be forced to do what she had done at the Boy Scout 
camp, even if she did have to submit sexually to him also. Resolving herself 
to her fate she sighed and picked up the book she had been reading. 

The week did not pass well for Andrea. She was alone in the house except for 
the servants. There was absolutely nothing for her to do. The servants took 
care of it all. Toward midweek the headaches began building up and by 
Thursday she found herself in some strange way actually looking forward to 
her adulterous rendezvous with Bart Thomas. 

On Friday afternoon as her monogrammed leather suitcase lay spread out on 
the bed she could feel the butterflies building up in her stomach. It was 
the sense of forbidden adventure that was beginning to capture her. But 
hadn't it always been the forbidden pleasures that excited her, at least 
since the night with Uncle Rex at the age of twelve? 

Her nerve ends were jumping as she prepared for the weekend trip. Pictures 
of the night in the gatehouse with her husband's calloused, but handsome 
associate, flickered through her mind-pleasant pictures that recalled all 
the forbidden sensations she had experienced. And now it was all going to 
happen again. 

Andrea opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and removed a stack of 
panties, carried them to the bed and spread them out. There were so many of 
them she. could hardly decide which ones to take ... the brief black silk 
ones, the ones with soft curly white lace, the thin flimsy chiffon panties 
that were practically transparent-even the tattered pair that Bart Thomas 
had almost tom to shreds that night in the gatehouse. She had saved them 
without even knowing why, and now she found herself folding them neatly, 
caressing the smooth softness of the material, and putting them in the 
suitcase along with six or eight other pairs she had finally selected. 

As she closed the suitcase she could feel herself trembling with 
excitement-and all for a man who had threatened to blackmail her and had 
mercilessly ravished her against her will. God, what was she coming to? The 
suitcase shut, she headed toward the dresser for one quick last look. 

She was wearing her latest outfit, one she had purchased just last week in a 
small boutique. A snug green ribbed sweater hugged closely to her firmly 
bulging breasts; her short, black leather skirt hung low on her hips, and 
the wide belt with the silver buckle was there more for decoration than 
support. The almost obscenely short skirt clung closely to the round sensual 
curve of her hips. She had even bought hippie sandals to go with the outfit, 
plain sandals but with thin leather straps that wrapped around her lithe, 
well-shaped legs to the knee. She had bought them to match the panties she 
was wearing now-panties with thin leather straps woven together like a 
basket leaving large openings that lewdly revealed the smooth tantalizing 
whiteness of her hips and buttocks. 

Yes, she felt good now as she looked at herself in the mirror-refreshed, 
excited alive. She had barely been able to control herself the entire week. 
Her thoughts kept going back to the adventure with Bart in the gatehouse. 
The frenzied passion of that evening was still alive in her mind, and now 
she knew she would be fulfilled again this weekend. God, how desperately her 
body wanted to be stuffed full with his rigidly driving penis. She could 
almost feel it worming around deep up inside her now. 

As these thoughts raced through her mind, the bedroom phone rang, and Andrea 
jumped with surprise. Who could be calling her now? 

Was it Ralph from Chicago? No, it couldn't be. He would never call her at 
this hour. The ringing phone had an ominous sound. She did not want to 
answer it. She turned toward it but her legs felt frozen. It rang again. She 
had to answer it now. 

When she picked up the receiver she heard Bart's voice at the other end of 
the line. 

"I was about to hang up," he said. He sounded irritated. "I have some news 
for you." 

"What kind of news?" 

"If you mean good or bad, that depends," he laughed. 

"You mean it's something about this weekend." Andrea struggled to control 
herself. 

"That's right. How did you guess? Well, any way you're off the hook, for now 
anyway." 

"What do you mean?" Andrea's voice quivered in alarm. 

"Just what I said. You're off the hook. I can't make it this weekend. You 
must have done a good job talking to Ralph. He wants me to fly out to 
Chicago and work on the Stevenson case with him." 

"Oh God!" Andrea gasped in disappointment, completely forgetting herself. 

"What?" Bart said. He couldn't believe his ears. She actually sounded sorry. 
Maybe she wanted it more than he had realized. Maybe that beautiful lust 
crazed body of hers really was aching for his cock. Hell, it would be a damn 
shame to pass up this chance with her, but there would be other chances to 
fuck her silly and he had his career to think about. 

"Your husband seems to think we'll wrap the case up this weekend. We'll 
probably be flying into Washington on Sunday." 

"You mean it's definitely off then?" Andrea said dumbfounded. 

"That's what I'm telling you. You're off the hook for the weekend." 

Andrea, now in a total daze, set the receiver down gently. What had she 
done? It was as if fate were struggling against her. Just those few words 
she had said to Ralph had destroyed her weekend. She was desperate now. She 
had set her hopes so high, and now they were dashed to the ground. 

There was only one thing she could do. She would go to the country place 
anyway. She had already arranged her cover with the servants. And maybe it 
would do her some good. Maybe the peace and quiet of Eastern Maryland could 
restore her shattered equilibrium. Having firmly decided, she closed her 
suitcase and buzzed for the servant. 

Ten minutes later the baggage was loaded in the trunk of the white Cadillac 
convertible and Tyrone was straining against his leash as she trailed along 
behind him toward the car. 

"Have a good trip, Mrs. Peters," the servant said. 

"Thank you, George, I will." Andrea bent down to release Tyrone, and he shot 
forward into the back seat of the car panting. Climbing into the driver's 
seat she started the car's quiet powerful engine and headed out the 
driveway. It was close to five now. By seven thirty or so she would be at 
the country house. 

* * * 

The drive through the flat stretches of New Jersey south toward the Delaware 
Memorial Bridge was long and monotonous. Perhaps if there was more scenery 
she could keep her mind off the things that had happened. But no such luck. 
The terrain was flat and dull, the roads crowded, and in less than fifteen 
minutes the headache struck again. It was always the same. No matter how 
hard she fought against them, they continued, the throbbing pain growing 
more and more unbearable each minute. 

Andrea struggled on for another hour, but the pain was finally getting the 
best of her. Pulling off the main highway she followed a winding back road 
past a dumpy ramshackle town in Delaware. Up ahead she could see the garish 
neon light of a combination dinner-motor court. Finally! She sighed in 
relief. Her head was killing her now. 

The white convertible eased into the potholed driveway in front of the 
diner, and Andrea pulled it up next to a large interstate truck. If the old 
sayings were right, this must be a fairly decent place to eat ... at any 
rate there must be truck drivers inside. Andrea checked herself in the 
mirror, pulled a brush from her large leather handbag and began stroking her 
hair. The throbbing, pounding headache continued to drive relentlessly 
inside her skull. 

Tony and Hank, the two truck drivers inside the diner, did not notice the 
tall woman with the long legs and the obscenely short skirt climb out from 
her car and head toward the entrance. They had their eyes on the sloppy 
waitress behind the counter. 

"Aw bullshit," Hank was saying. "That guy in the kitchen ain't your 
husband." 

"Shut up and drink your coffee," the waitress grumbled, drying her hands on 
her grimy apron. 

"She's a real bad mouthed hussy, ain't she?" Tony winked at Hank, who was 
big and burly and leaning over the counter like a grizzly bear. 

"Yeah, she's got a bad mouth," Hank growled. "But she's got some good tits." 
The two truck drivers broke out in a prolonged belly laugh, and Hank slapped 
his meaty hand down on the counter with a thud. The waitress sighed 
disgustedly and turned to walk to the opposite end of the counter where 
Andrea Peters had just taken a seat. 

"Can I help you, Miss?" she said. 

"I'd like a hamburger, and please I'd like an aspirin too if you have any." 
The waitress disappeared behind the swinging doors that led to the kitchen. 

Tony, the smaller truck driver, gave Hank a nudge and spoke in a whisper, 
"Hey you see what I see?" Hank leaned back on the revolving stool and took a 
good long look at Andrea. 

"Well, I'll be damned!" 

"Look at that skirt she's wearing. It's about six inches long and it's made 
outa leather." 

"I'll be goddamned," Hank sighed. He was leaning forward now, trying to look 
around Tony's shoulder. 

Andrea had hardly noticed the two men at first, but now she turned her head, 
gave them a quick glance and looked away. She wished that waitress would 
hurry up with the aspirin. God, her headache was killing her. If only she 
could hold out until she got .to the country house, then she could lie down 
and relax. Maybe then it would disappear. Andrea resettled herself on the 
uncomfortable revolving chair, and as she crossed her legs, her already 
short skirt slid up half an inch revealing even more of her silk-smooth 
white thigh. 

"I think that chick's got her eye on me," Tony said. 

"Bullshit. She got her eye on me," Hank growled. 

"She don't have her eye on nobody," the waitress said as she emerged through 
the swinging doors with Andrea's hamburger. "You two bums just mind your own 
business." 

"Bullshit," Hank mumbled. A big broad smile flickered across his face. "That 
dame's lookin' at one of us, that's for sure." 

It was almost unconscious the way Andrea had been staring at Tony, the 
thinner truck driver nearest her. God, he was greasy and dirty, she thought 
nervously to herself. He was just sitting there in his stained undershirt, 
but she could see the bulging, work-hardened muscles under it and the thick 
black hair that sprouted up from his chest to the base of his neck. Oh God! 
she groaned inwardly to herself. She could feel the lewdly rising head of 
her ugly obsession to expose herself to him rearing itself relentlessly 
inside her. 

"Don't you want your hamburger, Miss?" the waitress said. She had been 
watching Andrea stare vacantly at the truck driver for what seemed like a 
minute at least. 

"Oh ... oh, yes. Thank you," Andrea mumbled the words absently, her mind 
clouding tortuously with the rising intensity of her lewd feelings. 

"Damn, that chick wants it or my name ain't Hank Krause," one said, a big 
belch exploding from his stomach. 

"Yeah, or my name ain't Tony Spinorio." 

Andrea fidgeted uneasily in her chair, leaning forward to take a bite from 
her hamburger, and as she bent over the counter the ripe tantalizing globes 
of her breasts swayed sensually. 

"I'll be damned," the one named Tony said. "I'll be damned if I'm gonna just 
sit here and watch her." He said it so loudly that she must have heard him, 
but he didn't care. He knew she was looking at him, and he wasn't just going 
to sit around making goo goo eyes at her. He hopped up from the stool, 
tucked his dirty undershirt into his work pants and headed in Andrea's 
direction. 

She could see him out of the comer of her eye, swaggering as he walked, and 
she could see the hard genital bulge in the tightness of his pants. God, she 
wished she were facing him and could open her legs slightly so he could look 
up between them and see her panties. 

"Can I buy you a coffee, Miss?" he said casually. Andrea continued eating 
her hamburger trying at first to ignore him. God, he was grubby looking, but 
so ruggedly handsome, so virile beneath that filthy tee shirt. But then, 
seconds later, her resolve broke and she turned her face to him. 

"Yes, I'd like a cup of coffee," she said almost against her will. She could 
hear the words tumbling from her mouth before she realized what she said.. 
Tony snapped his finger at the waitress, who returned with another cup. 

"You better watch out for these guys," she said. "They're just a bunch a 
bums." 

Andrea smiled politely at her and swiveled her chair toward Tony, giving him 
a head-on view of her obscenely short skirt and her long, elegantly crossed 
legs. Tony had seen this type of woman before-in the movies. The long, tall 
snob type, that's what she was, but hell, she was acting friendly enough. 
She probably had money coming out of her ears, so what did she want with a 
slob truck driver like him? Then, taking a look at the shortness of her 
skirt, he knew exactly what she wanted, and he was going to give it to her 
right in the motel room where he and Hank, his partner, were spending the 
night. Maybe he would even let poor Hank, the big bear, have a piece of her 
hot little tail too. Man, she was going to be delicious. Goddamn, look at 
those leather straps wound all around her lower calves. They were driving 
him crazy. 

"Are you just passing through?" Andrea asked casually in a low, almost 
inaudible voice, trying to conceal the weird, un waited excitement that was 
building up inside her. 

"Yeah, we're spending the night here, then we're headin' south," Tony said. 
What was she doing wearing a skirt like that and flashing her naked thighs 
at him? She was practically inviting him to fuck her ... unless she was some 
kind of a prick tease. And hell, even if she was just playing with him, he 
knew what he was going to do with her. He'd fuck her so hard her teasing 
little cunt would split in half. 

In the meantime, Hank at the other stool had his eyes glued right on 
Andrea's face ... that rich looking face with the narrow cheek bones and the 
long black hair way down to her shoulders. He'd screwed a lot of women 
before, but he'd never get another chance with a woman like this. He'd be 
damned if he was going to let his partner have all the action. Share and 
share alike, that was his motto. And besides, he was a lot bigger than Tony. 

"Damn," he muttered to himself as he slapped his fist down on the counter. 
He was determined not to let that fast-talking Tony upstage him, and with a 
grunt he hitched up his pants and sauntered over to where they were sitting. 

A shiver of fright sped through Andrea as she noticed the second swaggering 
truck driver approaching her. He looked awfully mean-a lot meaner and bigger 
than this Tony she was talking to. What had she gotten herself into now? It 
was going to be more difficult than she figured to expose herself and get 
away with it, she thought. But, oh God, it was too late now and she just had 
to do it, and soon! The sooner the better in fact to get rid of this 
godawful headache. 

The adrenalin shot through Andrea's body as she quietly, almost unnoticeably 
moved her hands down over her leather skirt to the smooth expanse of her 
thighs. Almost unconsciously as she continued to watch Tony talking to her, 
her hands began to rub lightly, teasingly over the firm upper part of her 
legs. Then they moved feather-like back up toward the skirt, touching the 
hem. 

Goddamn, Tony thought, she's going to strip her goddamn clothes off right 
here in the diner. Hell, he didn't care where she did it. He would fuck her 
anywhere, even in a crowded elevator. 

The waitress disappeared again behind the swinging doors, and the loud noise 
of a television set blared out from the kitchen. 

This is it, Andrea thought. I'll give these two truck drivers the thrill of 
their lives now while that waitress is gone. I'll spread my legs and give 
these big brutes a look at the kind of panties they've never seen before. 
And that ought to take care of this headache once and for all. 

Andrea, remembering what had happened to her dress accidentally the night of 
the dinner party, reached for the cup of coffee on the counter, brought it 
toward her, balancing it unsteadily, and with a sudden, pre-planned movement 
of her hand let it fall to the floor. 

"Oh," she gasped, as though it were all accidental. "That was terrible of 
me. I'm so clumsy." the cup clattered against the floor, and Tony was about 
to reach down to pick it up, but Andrea was already off the swivel chair. 
Her buttocks were raised and almost naked to their eyes. That was it for the 
big burly truck driver. He couldn't stand it any more, and his big meaty 
hand suddenly shot up between her legs and clamped firmly to her leather 
strapped panties. His hands had caught a whole fistful of the softly 
yielding flesh of her ass-cheeks, and his fingers ground lustfully into it. 

"Aaaagh!" Andrea gasped, completely taken by surprise. A shiver of fear ran 
up her entire body. She had never expected anything like this so quickly, 
not in a public place, and the daring of the burly truck driver's move 
excited her even more than she was as she had flashed her panties to them. 

Tony had just caught sight of what his partner had done, and it sent his 
penis shooting up quickly inside his pants. Hell, there wasn't any time to 
waste now. He was going to get his hands on those luscious tits of hers. 
Fuck the waitress or anybody else who came in. Tony shot up off his seat, 
and as Andrea jumped from the lewd intrusion into her buttocks he pressed 
close to her, sandwiching her against Hank's towering form. His hands 
quickly lunged at her roundly bulging breasts and ground hard against the 
material of her sweater. 

"Oh please," Andrea cried. "I didn't mean to...." 

But there was no use screaming. They were going to squash her to death, and 
she struggled madly between their hot animal bodies that were drawing closer 
and closer against her. 

"No! No!" Andrea whimpered. "Please, not here!" She squirmed and fought 
excitedly, but her pleas were drowned out by the television set blaring out 
from inside the kitchen. 

"Come on, baby!" Mike growled from behind her. "We're gonna take you to our 
motel room and really get a look up between your hot little thighs!" 

"Oh God!" Andrea cried. "I-I didn't mean it like this!" 

But her pleas were all too late, as Tony grabbed hold of her hand and jerked 
her up from Hank's grip and toward the door. Hank followed quickly behind. 
Just as the three of them were pushing through the front door the waitress 
emerged from the kitchen. 

"Hey!" she called out. "The lady didn't pay for her hamburger." 

"Shut up, we'll get it in the morning. And a good tip for you too, baby, if 
you just keep your mouth shut!" 

"Okay boys, anything you say," she winked knowingly, glad to be rid of them 
for the evening. "But don't break the bed down with that chick. Mattresses 
and springs are expensive these days." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The two grimy truck drivers were drawing quick deep breaths as they hustled 
the frantically struggling female form across the parking lot in back of the 
diner toward the ramshackle motel. Andrea's wrists ached painfully from the 
pressure of their grip, but she dared not cry out. If there were any kind of 
incident, any publicity, she would be ruined socially. No, it was better to 
let these two raging animals have their way. But how far would they go? How 
badly would they ravish her and what kinds of things would they make her do? 

Tony fumbled in his pockets for the key to the motel room while Hank held 
Andrea's arms pinned behind her. Finally the door popped open, and Tony 
flicked on the lights. Andrea felt herself being shoved forward onto a bed. 
She landed with a quiet thud, her long tapered legs sprawled obscenely out 
and her skirt jerked askew to show her firm, nylon-encased thighs. 

"We're gonna fuck you shitless now, baby," Hank, the fat burly one growled. 

"No, please, please don't hurt me," Andrea screamed, cowering before the 
lewdly grinning man approaching her. Hank gave a cruel belly laugh and 
suddenly lunged at her, diving for her legs. Screaming, she rolled over and 
tried to leap from the bed, but his powerful arms grabbed her and began 
spreading her pathetically trembling thighs apart. "No, no!" she pleaded as 
his enormous head bent and then burrowed up under her skirt; his hot breath 
felt like a blast furnace against the naked flesh of her inner thighs. She 
pounded on his shoulders wildly and shot a quick glance of entreaty at Tony, 
his partner, who stood by watching impassively with his arms crossed. 

"Sorry, baby," Tony shrugged. "I can't help you. My partner's a real animal. 
And besides we don't like prick teasers." 

Hank's shoulders now were under her knees, and as he lunged upward she fell 
back in a half somersault, her futilely scissoring legs pointing up at the 
ceiling. His hotly wet tongue was licking crazily at the sensitive flesh 
just above the top of her nylon hosiery. Not only were they going to rape 
her, she thought, they were going to do it so quickly she wouldn't be able 
to catch her breath. 

But suddenly, Hank withdrew his head from under her skirt. 

"Damn, I can't eat pussy as luscious at this without a drink. Why don't you 
warm her up. If I ran my cock in her now, I'll split her from asshole to 
navel," he laughed cruelly. 

"Anything you say, partner." Tony smiled in lewd expectation as he began to 
remove his undershirt from his work pants, pulling it up over his head to 
reveal a set of rippling, work-hardened muscles. 

Andrea had barely recovered her breath from Hank's sudden assault, when the 
big burly truck driver had disappeared into the bathroom searching for 
glasses. Maybe his partner would be easier on her. If the fat one's sudden 
attack was any prelude, then she was in for trouble. 

"What ... What are you going to do?" she asked, her wetly parted lips 
trembling. 

"Everything, baby," Tony said, crawling up beside her on the bed. 
"Everything you can think of." He reached down and ran his calloused hand 
along the smooth warmth of her leg, his glittering eyes taking in the long 
tapered curve of her calves and the lush firmness of her thighs. His hand 
moved higher, up over her thigh toward the hem of her leather skirt. Andrea 
froze rigidly on the bed, her heart hammering in fear as she saw his eager 
look of hunger. 

Just then Hank entered with three tumblers full of whiskey. He sat down on 
the edge of the bed, handed a glass to Tony and one to Andrea. 

"A little bourbon and a good piece of ass will cure anybody," he laughed 
crudely. Andrea, taking the whiskey voluntarily, drew a long sip. God, she 
was going to need it, she thought to herself. No sooner had Tony bolted down 
his drink than he began to yank at the zipper of his pants. In a split 
second he had slid the pants off and thrown them in a comer of the room. 

Andrea closed her eyes and began gulping down the fiery amber liquid. Hank 
at the edge of the bed, licked his lips thoughtfully, envisioning the things 
he and his partner were going to do to this proud little prick teaser. 

"Ooooh God," Andrea moaned in defeat as Tony turned toward her, completely 
naked except for his socks and the religious medal dangling from his hairy 
chest. Shuddering, the attractive brunette turned over and buried her head 
in the pillow, her long lithe legs spread slightly apart, her leather skirt 
riding at mid-thigh. 

"She looks like she's gonna chicken out now," Hank said. 

"She ain't gonna do nothing but want to fuck after I warm her up." Tony 
thrust his hand suddenly up her skirt, and his fingers worked hotly up 
between her smoothly rounded buttock cheeks. "Aaagh," she gasped in terror 
and dismay. 

His fingers slowly wormed their way in between the soft leather straps of 
her panties, as Andrea squirmed backward against his touch. "Damn," Tony 
said, "I ain't never seen panties like these before." 

"Yeah, let me see 'em," Hank boomed. 

"Okay baby, come on and show Tony and Hank your cute little panties." 

"Nooo, Nooo," Andrea screamed, her resistance suddenly returning at the 
thought of these savages tearing away the only protection she had. Tony 
quickly straddled her and easily lifted her hips to his naked loins. She 
squirmed violently, but his powerful hands undid her belt and yanked it off, 
throwing it carelessly on the floor by the bed. She could feel his fingers 
hooking into her skirt and yanking down hard on it. The cool black leather 
slid down over the flaring half moons of her buttocks and along her sleekly 
curving thighs as Tony tugged it over her ankles. 

"Jeez, you're right," Hank growled, scratching his barrel-like chest in 
wonderment. "I ain't never seen panties like that either." Tony grinned and 
ran his hands eagerly over her gently rounded ass cheeks and hips, as he 
slipped his fingers in between the leather straps, pulled on them and let 
them snap back into her warm firm flesh. 

"Turn around, baby," he commanded finally. Rebelliously, she refused to move 
or answer until she felt his hands cruelly tangling in her hair and her head 
being jerked up off the bed. The young brunette's eyes opened automatically, 
and her face contorted in fear at the obscenely terrifying sight of Tony's 
long thick cock which was pointing straight at her head. It was a white 
throbbing monstrosity webbed all along the underside with pulsing blue 
veins, giving grim warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into. 

"You're gonna like being fucked, sweetheart," Tony cooed. "I'm gonna ram my 
prick so far up in that precious little belly of yours that you'll be able 
to taste it on your tongue." Both men laughed in nervous excitement from 
thinking about what they were going to do with this lushly ripe young woman 
quivering in abject fear before them. She was almost naked now, except for 
that tantalizingly tight sweater, but they were going to rip that off her 
helpless body and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Their eyes 
were lewdly glowing like hot coals in anticipation of what they were going 
to do to her. Hank swished his drink around inside his glass, all the while 
with a cruelly obscene grin on his face as he sat watching. 

"Come on partner. Hold her while I take her sweater off," Tony said. He 
straddled her again, then spun her over face-down on the bed. Reaching for 
the edge of her sweater, he began to lift it slowly, gliding it up over her 
back, grinning in triumph at the suddenly perspiring Hank. When it was 
bunched up near her arms he lifted her head by her hair and gave a tug, 
yanking it off. As she moaned in helpless defeat, his fingers began fumbling 
clumsily with the snaps of her brassiere. Her struggles increased when she 
felt Hank's big beefy hands tightly grasping her legs in back of the knees 
and slowly spreading them apart, pressing them hard against the bedspread as 
she tried to kick her way to freedom. 

Andrea, now in desperation, clutched the sides of the bed tightly, as if to 
brace herself against the lewd assault that was going to follow. Tony's 
knees were working together with Hank's hands spreading her fearfully 
trembling legs apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides 
of her calves and thighs. With a sudden "oomph", the breath surged from her 
lungs and her resistance broke; then she felt her legs being spread wide 
across the mattress until the toes of her feet hung out over either side of 
the bed. A soft helpless moan escaped from her lips as she felt the heated 
throbbing of Tony's penis make contact with the soft inner flesh of her 
thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full length of the massively thick 
cock along her panties to the leather-covered wide-stretched crevice of her 
buttocks. Tony's arms weighed down on her shoulders so that her struggles 
were limited to her lower torso. Her firmly rounded buttocks squirmed and 
twisted beneath him and the piteous sight of her struggling like a 
frightened animal completely at his mercy only increased his burgeoning 
desire. 

"Come on, you bitch, get up on your fucking knees," Tony commanded, his 
voice hoarse with lust. Andrea tried to stiffen her almost naked body more 
and pressed herself tighter into the mattress. She felt her face burning 
hot, as tingling sensations ran rampant through her body. God, her headaches 
had gotten her into more trouble than she ever expected. She could feel his 
nakedly hot skin pressing against her now, as his hands brutally grasped her 
hips and pulled them powerfully up off the bed. Oh God, this is it, Andrea 
thought. They're going to rape me and it's partially my fault! Her 
voluptuous young body was merely a helpless toy to be used by these vile 
beasts in quest of their animalistic satisfaction ... satisfaction that 
would only cease when they had exploded their hot liquid desire deep up into 
her wetly cringing womb. 

Kneeling behind her, Tony gazed down at the full white moons of her gleaming 
buttocks so lewdly revealed through the thin basket work straps of her 
panties. His eyes bulged wide at the sacrificial offering to him. Goddamn; 
he had never seen anything like this bitch before! His sperm bloated balls 
were painfully aching, and he longed to thrust his long hard shaft forward 
right now through her panties and deep into the little narrow slit trembling 
fearfully in the air before him. 

But first he was going to warm this snotty little bitch up good. The hell 
with Hank, he would get his too, but later. 

The truck driver held back purposely, torturing himself for the moment in 
anticipation of when he would tear the legband of her panties aside and 
thrust forward, thrusting his hotly throbbing cock deep between the full 
moons of her proud little ass swaying in defeat before him. Man, he wanted 
to feel her squirming beneath him, wanting his cock as much as he wanted her 
warmly pulsating pussy. 

That lewdly pleasing thought raced through his mind like an electric shock, 
and his animal cunning burned. By God, he was going to make Miss Rich Bitch 
here squirm one way or another ... and like it, whether she wanted to or 
not. 

For a few torturing minutes he ground his long thick cock into her panties 
where they were indented in the narrow crevice of her asscheeks. And then 
unable to stand it any longer, he grabbed the legband of her panties and 
yanked it aside to reveal the upward sweep of her naked inner thigh and the 
blushing pink lips of her tight little cunt. Andrea let out a loud gasp and 
squirmed against his heatedly throbbing penis. Now the smoothly gleaming 
moons of her buttocks were pointing right up at him. With a sudden low growl 
of hunger, he began pulling wildly on her panties, jerking them below her 
firmly trembling buttocks as she gasped and moaned, and her hand shot up to 
the waistband to protect her loins from full exposure. 

Goddamn, Tony thought, the cunt is really putting up a fight to hold on to 
those fucking panties. But her actions didn't matter now-the warm fleshy 
cheeks of her ass were nakedly touching his excitedly pulsating cock. He 
leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss along the ridges of her spine, 
and felt her lush young body quiver beneath him. 

And then the naked truck driver backed off slightly, running his wetly 
quivering tongue slowly down the full length of her back until he reached 
the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks swaying high off the bed. Her 
shoulders were still pressing hard down into the bed, and Hank, who was 
beginning to breathe heavily, still had hold of her long leather-strapped 
legs. 

Tony dropped his hands to her warmly fleshed buttocks, placing his thumbs on 
either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. He could 
feel her buttocks clench together against the pressure he was exerting with 
his thumbs; and he eased off slightly, but still kept up a constant easy 
tension until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and 
relaxed bit by bit. His face was on the same level with the succulent pink 
folds of puffy flesh that covered her vagina, and as he watched, eyes 
gleaming, the little-cuntal mouth slowly parted before the almost 
imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture 
forming and wetly glistening on the smooth insides of her quivering vaginal 
lips, as with the easing of pain and the fatigue of resistance, Andrea let 
her defenseless backside be pulled wider and wider apart. 

He moved his face forward now until it was a few scant inches from the 
softly curling dark pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her 
cunt, and the odor was one of a warm sweetness that drifted incitingly out 
to his flaring nostrils. 

He sucked in his breath and then blew softly into her wetly clasping cuntal 
opening. Andrea squirmed, and he could hear a faint groan of protest 
slipping from between her now open lips. She tried to escape the tormenting 
breath, but the pressure of Hank's big hands held her in place. Then she was 
trying to still a rising moan she could feel building deep, deep inside her 
throat. God, something wet, warm and feather-like was making strange magical 
circles along the length of her nakedly unprotected back. She shivered 
slightly as it made its wet way down to the rounded moons of her buttocks 
widely exposed behind her. 

There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush of air race 
between the full spreading globes as the pressure increased in intensity. 
She clenched them tightly together in automatic rejection to the strange 
unknown probe. The pressure remained gentle and lingered as her mind puzzled 
over it. What had she done? Why had she done it? What was this magic 
tingling running over her nakedly sensitive flesh, caressing her kneeling 
body so gently. 

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, and her ripely flaring buttocks relaxed in a great 
feeling of warmth and peace as suddenly her behind felt open and wet as it 
had never felt before. She no longer had the strength or desire to resist, 
and another long mewl escaped from her lips as she let herself be pulled 
open wide by the magic being played upon her. 

Tony, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her 
buttocks wide, grinned obscenely. He sensed the indecision running through 
her mind, and knew that it would be only a matter of seconds before she was 
all his as the fleshy cheeks of her warm white ass slowly relaxed in front 
of his excited face. He pried them wide, wide apart until all of her 
defenseless little cunt was wetly opened before him, his for the taking! 

Slowly the truck driver raised his head and pressed his face forward, 
pushing his hot open mouth hard against her moistly heated vaginal slit. She 
began squirming like a fish out of water, and he tightened his hands on her 
buttocks with one quick rush of his wet tongue, he thrust forward into the 
warm fleshy folds of her cunt. He heard the kneeling young girl gasp from 
the sudden, unexpected entry into her wetly quivering passage, a gasp that 
quickly became a sigh that smothered itself in the mattress. Automatically, 
she had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact, in an involuntary 
spasm of delight, but just as quickly she screwed her buttocks back hard 
against his face. Her warmly moist vaginal passage contracted, opening and 
closing tightly around the long licking length of this tongue sunk deep 
inside her. Her breath exploded down into the bed in long quick gasps that 
muffled themselves into tiny mewling grunts, and she twisted her face harder 
and harder into the bed as his tongue began a sudden wetly heated curling 
and flicking that sent powerful surges of wanton pleasure rippling through 
her open pussy. He pushed his moistly parted lips closer and began to work 
at the whole of her backside, crazily sucking and licking at it while her 
fleshy young buttocks throbbed and rotated in tight, involuntarily 
surrendering little circles back against his face. 

"Goddamn!" the open-mouthed Hank at the other end of the bed bellowed, "look 
at that little cunt shift into overdrive." He gasped as he watched Andrea's 
complete surrender to the gluttonously licking tongue buried and wiggling 
like something alive deep up inside her upraised cunt. 

Tony worked slave-like behind the kneeling girl, his tongue withdrawing and 
plunging, withdrawing and plunging, making a wet sluicing noise with each 
wicked thrust. Andrea's cries were one long continuous moan now as he 
withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warmly smooth passage, 
found her erectly throbbing little clitoris and licked. He pushed his face 
farther under her warmly perfumed loins and began to tease and suck at the 
nerve head while the near naked brunette wantonly writhed and churned her 
buttocks above him in a lewd dance of shameless desire. 

"Oooooh, oooooh!" she chanted, her body and mind completely out of control 
from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. With a lewdly and 
triumphant satisfaction she could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing 
and contracting around the sides of the naked truck driver's cheeks as he 
wetly licked and sucked at her secret parts with a greedy, untamed animal 
lust that threatened to drive her completely crazy. 

Her hotly pulsating cunt flowered open wider and wider and her cuntal 
moistness increased until it ran in warm glistening trickles down the sides 
of Tony's cheeks and down the soft inner flesh of her wildly trembling 
thighs. 

She was almost ready to cum! He could sense it from the way her wet little 
pussy had begun puckering and unpuckering in an effort to draw his tongue in 
deeper. He knew it was time, time to ram his impatiently pounding cock into 
her creamy warm softness. He wanted to feel her hotly clasping cunt 
throbbing around his long hardness when she reached that climax, and he 
wanted to cum inside her belly when she started shrieking with her cries of 
fulfillment. 

Tony's massively thick penis ached from the anticipation he could feel 
building, building while he continued to work at her warmly grinding loins 
with his punishing hot mouth. With some difficulty he slithered up to his 
knees and worked his hips into position behind her saliva glistening 
buttocks. 

"Fuck her now!" Hank yelled, greedily impatient. 

Tony kneeled up close behind her now, his slender hips pressed tightly 
against the warm trembling flesh of her asscheeks. He held his long 
throbbing cock tightly between his fingers with the large blood-filled head 
poised at the moistly dilated opening of her cunt. He watched with 
lust-crazed eyes as her warmly pulsating cuntal lips spasmed once in 
eagerness and hunger. The thought of this sexually voluptuous woman kneeling 
in abject servitude in front of him made him ache all over, and he let his 
eyes feast on the way her softly curving buttocks broke gently down into a 
wasp-like waist so narrow that it looked as though it would break from the 
slightest pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs he could see her 
smooth white thighs tapering down to her well-formed knees and then curving 
out again to the fullness of her firmly shaped calves ringed by those tight 
leather straps of her sandals. He envisioned her nakedly lying on her back 
with the wanton strength of those calves locked tightly behind his back 
pulling him into a savage burst of passion churning like a whirlpool in the 
heated depths of her cunt. That would come later, the thought flickered 
through his brain. Now his thickly rigid penis and testicles ached as they 
had never ached for anything before, and lie had to ram it into her now 
before it was too late ... before he came all over those beautiful white 
buttocks kneeling so helplessly before him. 

There was just a finger's length between her wet, nakedly exposed vagina and 
the lust-swollen tip of his cock now, and he pressed her buttocks wider 
apart to see everything more clearly. His eagerly throbbing shaft jerked 
slightly again as though unable to contain itself, when the tightly puckered 
little anus came into view just above the moist red opening of her cunt. For 
a moment he was tempted to fuck her there, but the thought passed from his 
mind as he felt a small dewdrop of moisture forming slowly on the end of his 
long tortured cock. He had to fuck her now, or it would be too late; he 
couldn't hold back another instant! 

He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her trembling 
wide-stretched thighs as he could possibly go and guided his massively 
heated thickness forward between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting 
her passion-drenched pubic hair with the rigidity of his throbbing cockhead. 
Then, miraculously, he felt the warm soft folds of her pussy suck him up 
inside and close wetly over the rounded head of his penis. 

He groaned and rolled his eyes in delight, having never before in his life 
felt anything so deliciously warm and soft. For a long moment, he left his 
impatiently throbbing cock there, trapped between the smooth wet walls of 
warmly ready cunt flesh. 

God! What a feeling droned through his now dazed mind. He had to fuck her! 
Tony flexed his buttocks hard and gasped aloud as he felt the hot walls of 
her tightly contracting cunt slip over and then wetly enclose the rock-hard 
length of his surging cock. 

"Ooooh," she grunted beneath him as he thrust into her, pushing the warm 
resilient flesh inside before him like the rippling waves off a speeding 
ship. Her voluptuously kneeling body trembled and shook before the sudden 
assault that had taken her so completely by surprise. 

"Oh man, what a pussy," she heard a loud low gasping through the room behind 
her. "God what a tight little pussy!" As the lewd statement finally 
penetrated, Andrea squealed suddenly, and continued to squeal as he slid 
heavily and slipperily up into her from the warm moist secretions that had 
flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue a 
moment ago. Her shrill cries of outrage came not from pain, but from the 
sudden revelation that she was hopelessly trapped on the bed by the hands of 
the fat burly truck driver who had a death grip on her legs and the thick 
rampaging cock skewering into her from behind. There was no respite now. The 
unwanted intrusion deep in her moistly dilated vagina grew and expanded 
before his uncontrolled assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of 
his hard muscular loins crushing hard into her defenselessly quivering 
buttocks, sweeping them wider apart as he pressed further forward with all 
his strength to sink his long pulsating shaft as deep as he could inside her 
tautly rippling belly. 

"Man," Tony breathed. "I'm all the way in!" Andrea groaned piteously beneath 
him, her face pushed so deep into the mattress from the pressure behind that 
she could barely catch her breath. Her wetly stretched vagina felt twisted 
and expanded as though she had been impaled on a hugely throbbing telephone 
pole. She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to 
keep the long hard fleshy shaft from embedding itself further. But all of 
her struggles were useless; they only incited him more as her cuntal 
muscles, hotly clasping around him in protest against the unwanted entry, 
enclosed his cock like warm melted butter and made the massively thick 
instrument throb and grow even larger inside her until she felt stretched 
and filled in her belly and loins beyond all possible imagination. 

Her back ached horribly and from the position Tony had forced her into, and 
now she could feel the mattress bouncing under a heavy weight as Hank rolled 
around in front of her toward the headboard of the bed. Suddenly a big hairy 
pair of hands reached down to her nakedly dangling breasts from in front and 
began squeezing and kneading them. They were hard cruel hands, and they 
brought her bud-like nipples to an even greater erection as they harshly 
milked them. 

The hands suddenly released their fierce grip on her, as Hank paused to rip 
off his work shirt, revealing his broad hairy chest. She could hear the 
whirr of his zipper as he jerked it down and pulled his pants from off his 
legs. 

Gasping bursts of protest broke from her lips. God, they were both going to 
destroy her. She could see Hank's thick, angrily throbbing cock arching 
rigidly up and out poised above her face as she pushed up on her arms to 
support herself. It was the most frighteningly gigantic thing she had ever 
seen. Hank shifted up close to her face, until his lewdly pulsating shaft 
was like a red hot poker prodding hard under her neck into the skin. And 
then he reached down to her ripely quivering breasts again, twisting and 
squeezing them with brutal thoroughness until she thought they would burst 
from the painful caresses. 

Kneeling behind her nakedly bent and trembling form, Tony flared his 
nostrils and began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. He 
held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, slipping the moistly throbbing 
sheath of her vagina back over the thickness of his cock as though he were 
thrusting his hand into a small, vaseline filled glove. 

But this was still not enough for the wildly lunging truck driver. He had to 
have far more than rapturous moans from this rich, spoiled little bitch, he 
wanted her to know without question, who was boss. He knew damn well if he 
walked into her country club she wouldn't even spit on him. She was the kind 
who went out slumming and thought she could get away with a little tease for 
kicks. He wanted her bent to his will, completely bent to his will. He 
raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out 
fucking strokes and brought it down hard against her nakedly quivering 
buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like a rifle shot 
through the room. Andrea's scream of pain and outrage shattered the silence. 

"Move that ass, baby," Tony hissed. "And move it good." 

Andrea complied without hesitation. Her buttocks rotated slightly with her 
first cautious experiment and then, feeling no pain, she let herself follow 
his rhythm, grinding and twisting back hard against his heatedly ramming 
cock as though she were glued to it. 

"Come on, shake it!" he rattled through tightly clenched teeth as he felt 
her begin to react to his hands digging into her awkwardly gyrating hips. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed again and again as she bucked beneath to his 
command. With his every lunge, Tony's thick lust-heated cock was filling her 
moistly tingling cunt to the bursting point, flinging her forward hard 
against his partner's sweating body. She felt as though she were being 
attacked by giant apes, the one in back of her pushing her smooth straining 
thighs open to the utmost angle and reaching to the deepest point in her 
belly with his monstrous ever-growing cock. 

His fingers kneaded and squeezed at her buttocks with a wild frenzy and 
then, without warning he began worming his outstretched middle finger in 
through her tightly puckered little anus. 

"Aaaahg!" she screamed as the extended finger rammed mercilessly into the 
warm rubbery depths of her rectal channel. 

He swept and rammed into her like a maniac as she began to react erotically 
from the sensation of hands working at her every sensual part. She could 
feel Tony fucking into her from behind more sadistically now, as the lewdly 
exciting sight of her voluptuously bucking body incited him to greater and 
greater effort. Her breath had become one long continuous groan as her lips 
opened and closed fish-like in torment, half in humiliation and shame from 
the uncontrollable feelings surging through her, and half in fear that she 
would be ripped asunder by the cruel hands coursing brutally over her body. 

Suddenly, there was another movement around her head, and the mattress 
sagged as Hank arranged himself in front of her. His fingers fumbled with 
her wetly parted lips in an effort to open her mouth, and then she felt 
something hot and spongy pressing against her lips. She jerked her eyes open 
and in horror saw that Hank was trying to put his massively hardened penis 
in her mouth! For a split second she thought about screaming, but then 
tensed as she realized she would have to open her mouth to yell, and that 
would be all the burly truck driver wanted. Hank brought her head down his 
throbbing thickness, his hand winding itself in her hair; with his other 
hand he moved the lust-swollen head of his cock back and forth across her 
wetly glistening lips. God, what had she let herself into? She tried to jerk 
her head away, but she was as weak as a baby in his tight grip. She clenched 
her teeth tightly together, but he was not to be denied. As he increased the 
pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the 
sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against their softness, 
feeling them parting bit by bit until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard 
lunge from the truck driver fucking her from the rear, she gasped. The broad 
thick penis in front of her crashed into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. 
She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the entire length of her 
tongue and filling her mouth completely with its hot fleshy hardness. 

Hank, in his lust-incited state, began to fuck his heatedly jerking cock in 
and out of her widely ovaled lips with a quick, desperate rhythm now. His 
hands held her head in a vise-like grip with the palms pressed hard against 
her ears. She struggled mentally and physically against this obscene rape of 
her mouth, but it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of 
Tony fucking into her from behind. His strokes never quite pulling his long 
rigid shaft all the way out, but always left the great throbbing red tip 
just beyond her lips in the warm moist shelter of her mouth. 

Andrea's mind tumbled in a dazed numbness. In her trance-like state she 
watched the length of the long hard penis where it came out of the open fly 
of his pants and jerked toward her mouth like some horrible snake creeping 
from its hole in the ground. 

"Suck, baby, suck!" she heard him command harshly above the top of her head 
... and she did! The crazed sensation of lust had overtaken her mind 
completely now. Her wetly ovaled lips slowly began to nibble at the lewdly 
thrusting instrument, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she 
became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to 
think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His 
sperm-laden testicles bounced hard up against her chin, and there was the 
lust-inciting odor of male sex around his loins that filled her nostrils 
with a constant reminder of the depraved attack she was being subjected to. 

Behind her Tony could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would 
be soon and began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering 
mercilessly the frantically quivering cheeks of her ass with his hard 
driving hips. His hands gripped her waist hard, squeezing the softly warm 
flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back 
against his teeth, and his breath came in short coughing rasps that crackled 
obscenely through the darkened motel room. He stared down at the girl's 
sensually bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Hank's wetly 
glistening cock disappearing in the lipsticked oval of her face shot 
lightening-like sensations of implacable lust up the length of his spine. 
Tony tore at her buttocks, stretching the twin globes as wide apart as he 
could and watched his own eagerly throbbing shaft disappearing into the 
moist pink flanges of her wildly twitching cunt. 

"Jesus! Jesus!" he sputtered. 

As be worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered smokily back to her 
puffed-out lips clasping and unclasping around the thick white cock of his 
partner who was forcing her to suck him. Andrea worked in a daze, following 
each command he made his fingers and hands licking and sucking like a hungry 
child as he forced her to take his every thrust into the tender shelter of 
her mouth. Her brutal ravishment continued on and on at both ends of her 
tortured young body as the crazed Hank cupped her ripely jiggling breasts 
hanging down beneath her, kneading them with a cruel hard pressure that 
periodically jerked her mind from the wildly growing rapture building 
fire-like inside the nakedly buffeted depths of her belly. 

Her saliva grew until it began to run down both sides of her mouth and drip 
from her chin; it was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of 
lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the truck driver's hugely pulsating 
cock. She could feel his powerful hips writhing and straining below her 
frantically bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of 
death. His cruel fingers were tightly curled in her hair, forcing her mouth 
to slip up and down over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument as 
though her warmly wet lips were just another cunt into which he was venting 
the full wrath of his animal-like lust. She could feel his massive penis 
stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left; and 
she moaned piteously around it as he thrust brutally forward, down to her 
tonsils as though his heatedly jerking shaft were trying to meet the other 
hard cruel cock skewering deep into her openly accepting cunt from behind. 

She had never felt so utterly used and degraded in her life, and she 
willingly sucked with all her might and wriggled her buttocks in wild little 
circles to end it as quickly as she could. 

The truck driver in front of her jerked suddenly as if stuck by a pin and 
rammed his hips tight up into her face, sinking the full depth of his 
suddenly jerking cock deep down into her helplessly gasping throat. She 
fought to breathe but it was hopeless, as suddenly his lewdly pulsating 
penis erupted like a fireworks display in the warm wet interior of her 
desperately sucking mouth. Unintelligible sounds of profanity rolled from 
his lust-tightened lips as his thick hot cum spewed into her mouth like the 
rush of raging water through a small storm drain. Andrea sucked and 
swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating in time 
with his convulsive spurts. The hot release from the bursting dam of Iris 
sperm lasted for a seeming eternity, and her mouth was filled with the 
pungent taste of his sperm and passion as his slowly withering penis began 
to soften beneath her swirling tongue. The kneeling young girl's senses were 
gone, and she was hardly aware of it when a moment later, he slowly withdrew 
the soft, wetly glistening pole of flesh from between her still voraciously 
sucking lips. His hand pulled her head limply forward to lay trapped against 
the whole of his trembling loins. 

She could still feel the rubbery warm length of his penis pressed tight 
against the cheek of her face when she heard a grunt from behind her. She 
felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last buttocks-crushing 
rush as Tony shoved his massively jerking cock as far as it could go into 
her belly and began spewing his churning hot seed deep up inside her warmly 
rippling womb. 

His. mouth opened wide with a loud uncontrollable "aaaah!" as she felt his 
heated sperm flooding up into her hotly palpitating vaginal passage with a 
great inexorable rush of cum. She could feel it flooding like molten white 
lava and filling the quivering depths of her womb until she thought she 
would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis 
against the softly upturned cheeks of her ass, a desperate digging of 
fingers into the soft flaccid flesh of her hips, and then he fell forward 
over her back, pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated Hank 
who had just forced her to suck him dry. 

There was a movement of bodies, and Andrea felt herself falling to the 
mattress as Hank lifted himself from under her, and Tony lifted himself 
exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool rush of air between her 
widespread legs as the truck driver's penis was withdrawn from her ravished 
and wet loins. 

Andrea rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move, and not 
caring. She had never felt so debased in her life. Before, she had always 
had the situation under control-at least before Bart Thomas had taken those 
lewd pictures of her exposing herself to those young boy scouts. And now, 
now what had happened to her? She had been humiliated and raped by two 
primitive truck drivers. God, God! What would come next? What further depths 
of depravity was she capable of stooping to? 

The big truck driver, Hank, rolled out from under her, stumbled to the other 
end of the bed and poured himself another drink. 

"Damn, that was sure good for starters!" he said. "But I don't think that 
tight little pussy of yours is ready for me yet. I'm gonna have to stretch 
you a little bit wider first." 

Andrea groaned in agony and collapsed on the bed as the big hulking truck 
driver stumbled toward the bathroom muttering the words, "I'm gonna stretch 
you real wide, baby. I've got a little present for you ... a big black dildo 
I'm gonna jam way up inside your cunt. It'll stretch the shit out of you ... 
then old Dad here will come visit awhile." 

A dildo! The word pierced her brain like an electric shock. Wasn't that some 
sort of false penis? This depraved truck driver was going to split her in 
half. No, it was too much! She would have to run for her freedom. The 
bathroom door slammed closed now. What was he doing inside there? What could 
he possibly have in store for her? She was suddenly determined not to wait 
around to find out. 

Tony had rolled over on the bed, completely collapsed. He had drained 
himself of everything he had. Silently, Andrea reached for her skirt on the 
floor by the bed, and keeping a careful eye on the half-dozing form next to 
her, slipped it on. She clutched her sweater close against her chest and sat 
poised at the edge of the bed. She would have to make a break for it now, 
even if she was half naked. Tony's eyes were closed, and he was groaning 
now, his legs spread open and rocking back and forth as if repeating the 
fucking motions he had just delivered to Andrea. The bathroom door was still 
closed. Now! It would have to be now! She summoned all the energy she had 
left in her body, then springing away quickly, she ran for the door and 
darted outside in the open air. 

"Hey!" Tony yelled, and charged toward the open door. But suddenly, as he 
reached the steps, he remembered he was standing there stark naked.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Andrea raced from the motel room to the car in complete disarray. Her 
large-buckled belt hung undone from her skirt, and the straps of her sandals 
dragged from her legs like useless strings. She stopped suddenly and took an 
apprehensive glance back toward the room. No one was coming after her yet, 
but they would be soon. They would bolt out of that motel room like a couple 
of crazed maniacs. Balancing herself first on one foot then on the other, 
she removed the clumsy sandals, stuffed them in her handbag and continued 
her flight toward the car in her bare feet, the rough stones of the driveway 
pressing painfully into her soles as she ran. 

Tyrone had been asleep in the back seat of the car, but when he heard his 
mistress approach, he quickly shot up, leaped over the door and bounded 
toward her. 

"Good boy," Andrea whispered hoarsely, trying to catch her breath. She 
turned again toward the darkened room in the distance. She could hear 
footsteps now pounding over the driveway in hot pursuit. God, she must get 
out of here before that maniacal truck driver caught up with her. He might 
even get violent-there was no telling what he would do. 

"Quick, Tyrone!" Andrea commanded, and the dog raced toward the car, leaping 
over the back door to his customary seat. Andrea ran as quickly as she could 
in her bare feet to the driver's side. 

The sound of the heavy pounding feet came closer and closer as Andrea 
fumbled in her pocketbook for the car keys. She could make out the truck 
driver's big massive form barreling toward her. It was almost a matter of 
life and death now. She had to find those keys. Her fingers rummaged 
hurriedly through a pack of kleenex, a compact, a tube of lipstick an old 
necklace and several other bits and pieces of junk which fate had put in her 
way. As Hank dashed toward the convertible holding up his trousers with one 
hand Tyrone let out a long, low growl, baring his fiercely white knife-like 
fangs. 

"You ain't gonna get away from me you little bitch!" Mike snarled as he 
lunged toward the door on the passenger side. Andrea glanced up at him, her 
eyes wide with fear, but her rummaging hands had just caught hold of the key 
case and she quickly jammed the engine key into the ignition. 

Hank's hand was on the door handle now yanking ferociously as it as the 
engine started up. He had the door almost halfway open when Tyrone lunged at 
the huge, beefy paw with his mouth bared wide like an angry alligator. 

"Yaaaaaaah!" Hank yelled out in pain. Tyrone's mammoth jaws clamped down on 
his fist like a knife-filled vise, sending bursts of pain shooting through 
it. Andrea jammed the car in reverse, and it lurched backward bouncing over 
the rutted driveway. The dog's jaws were still clamped on the truck driver's 
hand, and as the car pulled away Tyrone's head jerked back taking with it a 
good size chunk of skin. Hank tumbled head over heels backward as the white 
convertible spun away, laying tracks of rubber and shooting out a hail of 
gravel in its wake. 

Andrea, breathing heavily, reached back to pat Tyrone on the head as she 
steered the car with her other hand. "Good boy, Tyrone! Good boy," she said 
breathlessly, her heart pounding like a mallet. The dog whined in 
appreciation and licked her face with his long, wetly panting tongue. 

Andrea in dazed confusion guided the car along the back roads toward the 
country house which was still an hour away. A confused mixture of thoughts 
and emotions were swimming through her head. God those truck drivers had 
frightened her, but the headache was completely gone. What had she come to? 
She had actually enjoyed the forbidden acts of sexual depravity that the two 
crude men had subjected her to. Where would it all end now? If only Bart 
Thomas had kept his promise, then she would have been fulfilled without 
lowering herself to the crude sexual demands of those two abominable men 
that she didn't even know. But it would never happen again, never. 

Andrea squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt the last remnants of 
warmly flowing sperm seeping lewdly out of her cum-flooded vaginal passage. 
The electrical thrills of sexual excitement were still pulsing through her 
body, and the lewdly reminding wetness in the web of her panties made her 
shudder as she maneuvered the long sleek car through the darkness of the 
countryside. 

The country house was not far away now-she would be there in less than half 
an hour. As she drove thoughts of more pleasant times ran through her mind. 
She remembered the times she and her husband, Ralph, had spent together in 
front of the fireplace, out on the boat in the bay, even just hiking through 
the woods. 

It was a large place-modem and spacious but comfortable. Situated on one of 
the fingers of the Chesapeake Bay, it was relatively isolated. The other 
summer neighbors were well to do like Ralph and Andrea, but there were 
poorer people in the area too-backwoods people who had lived in tiny hidden 
shacks and cabins for generations-people like Ned Cramp, the mysterious 
hermit who could only be glimpsed at nightfall. 

To the summer people Ned Cramp was a mystery all right, and that was the way 
he liked it. The only thing he wanted out of them was to steal their 
firewood. Even during the summer when a cool breeze blew in off the bay, the 
vacationers liked to lounge around their fireplaces, so there was plenty of 
wood to be had all year-wood that could easily be stolen and resold in the 
nearby towns. 

At the very moment when Andrea Peters' white convertible had taken the last 
fork onto the dirt road that led to the country place, a dim shadowy figure 
was busily rummaging around in the Peters' woodpile. 

Ned Crump was just beginning to fill up his wooden wagon with his second 
load of kindling. The Peters place was a damn good haul, Ned was thinking to 
himself. They had enough wood to make him a bundle, and he was going to 
spend the next couple of days getting his share of it. Bending over the 
pile, he picked up the logs with his ape-like arms, carrying them like a 
bunch of bananas. 

He was a short powerful man with a flat, rounded head that was shaped like 
an unshaven pumpkin. His dark, egg-like eyes darted furtively back and 
forth, constantly scanning the night for suspicious strangers. He could 
relax now, he told himself. Those Peters people never came out here this 
early in the year. 

Ned worked steadily for about fifteen minutes, piling his wagon high with 
logs. He had become so engrossed in the operation that he did not hear the 
white convertible turn off the dirt road and head up toward the house. The 
bright lights, in fact, caught him completely by surprise, and he threw up 
his hands to shield himself from the glare. 

That was when he heard a low, long threatening growl, which he instantly 
recognized as coming from the Peters' German Shepherd. He froze dead in his 
tracks. The dog was heading toward him threateningly now straining against 
his leash. He could see the tall statuesque figure of Mrs. Peters trailing 
behind him. Damn, he'd better make tracks quick. 

"Just a minute, Ned Crump," Andrea called out angrily as the bent-over 
hermit was about to scurry away. He stopped dead in his tracks glaring at 
the slightly disarrayed woman approaching him. 

"I thought I told you never to steal our wood again. If you need kindling 
you can cut it in the woods and we'll gladly pay you for any that you want 
to sell us." 

"Y-y-yes, Mrs. Peters," Ned stuttered, pretending to cringe. He didn't like 
these summer people at all, but he knew how to play the game with them. He 
always acted humble, but he knew damn well he'd come back at the first 
opportunity and take all the wood he could get. And besides, if this snotty 
little rich bitch got too down on him he might even sneak back and give her 
a good licking. She obviously didn't have her husband with her now. 

"All right then, Ned," Andrea lectured. "You run along and I don't want to 
see you rummaging through our woodpile again, is that understood?" The old 
man nodded and grunted something unintelligible in reply, then hunching up 
his shoulders, started to haul his wooden wagon back through the trails 
toward his hut. 

She could lecture him all she wanted to, he told himself, but he knew she 
was up to no good. What was she doing here in early spring? It wasn't 
tourist season yet. Yep, that rich bitch with the short skirts, she was up 
to no good all right. 

Andrea watched with her German Shepherd, Tyrone, in tow as the scruffy 
backwoodsman stumbled into the trees. Well, she had told him off now and she 
could go inside and relax. As if what she had gone through weren't enough, 
she had to find this miserable hermit raiding her woodpile. It would be good 
to make a fire, sit back and just watch the flames. 

Walking over to the woodpile which Ned Crump had just scurried away from she 
took a small load of logs in her arms and headed toward the house. At least 
there would be enough wood to get a small fire going tonight. She would have 
to come outside for more when she needed it. 

The inside of the Peters' place was opulent and cozy-a large fireplace in 
the center of the room with a shiny brass duct that led to the chimney, 
exposed beams from the ceiling and dark rich wood paneling around the walls. 
Andrea dropped down her load of logs by the fireplace, returned to the car 
and came back in carrying her suitcases, which she set temporarily by the 
bedroom door. 

It was past eight now. She would shower to wash away the smell and sperm of 
the truck drivers and return to sit in front of the fireplace. After she had 
changed and returned from the shower Andrea was so tired she spent the night 
snuggled comfortably on the couch that wrapped around the fireplace. When 
she awoke the next morning the fire had died out, and feeling chilly, she 
returned to the bedroom to dress. The entire day sped by quickly. Andrea 
spent long hours walking in the woods with Tyrone, returned to prepare 
dinner and fell asleep early that night. By Sunday she felt rested, but by 
Sunday afternoon she was growing restless again. She did not like being 
alone with her thoughts. If only there were some way to fight the headaches 
and the strange drives which still periodically took control of her body. 
But there was nothing she could do. She seemed doomed by her panty obsession 
to eventual disgrace. Sooner or later her secret would be out and her 
marriage to Ralph would end. In spite of everything, Andrea determined to 
spend one more night at the country house. On Sunday evening after she had 
finished a light dinner she walked outside in the cool night to fetch some 
logs. 

This time Ned Crump was more alert than he had been the first time. He had 
come back to the woodpile to finish the job, but when the porch light 
switched on he noticed it immediately and pulled his half-filled wagon 
behind a tree. He wasn't about to run away before he had piled up a full 
load and figured he could wait it out until Mrs. Peters returned inside the 
house. 

What he saw coming toward him boggled his mind. There was Mrs. Peters 
wearing a pair of short white hot pants that barely covered the firmly 
rippling moons of her ass, and on top she was clad in nothing but a half cut 
bra. Even in the dark, Ned's sharp eyes could make out the delicious slender 
body ambling in his direction. Damn, that woman was up to no good. What was 
she doing outside with practically no clothes on? As he looked at her 
statuesque form a large hard bulge burgeoned inside his dirty tattered 
pants. He sure would like to get his hands on that woman who thought she 
could lecture him like a schoolboy. She was just like the rest of these 
tourist people. When they weren't laughing at him they were trying to chase 
him off their property. 

Andrea had reached the woodpile now without noticing the hiding recluse and 
she was bent over it so that her firmly rounded buttocks were practically 
bursting out from her shorts. Ned Crump's eyes bulged out. Damn, he thought, 
he hadn't had a woman in close to ten years, and he had never even gotten 
near to one of these tourist women before. But the opportunity was right 
there in front of him, and he wasn't about to pass it up. Crouching down 
like a jungle ape, Ned sneaked out from behind the tree and approached the 
lithe form of the sensual young woman bent over totally unaware in front of 
him. 

At first Andrea thought the thing crawling up her leg was some small forest 
animal, but when she suddenly realized it was a human hand, she screamed in 
shock and flung the logs she had gathered back into the woodpile. She gasped 
in surprise and turned quickly around to see the full view of Ned Crump's 
lecherous face. His eyes twinkled, and he smiled dumbly at her. 

"Get out of here immediately!" Andrea shouted in panic. 

"I ain't goin' nowhere," Ned said springing up from his knees. He was 
suddenly transformed from a harmless halfwit into a vicious male beast in 
quest of a female. As he moved menacingly toward her, Andrea searched 
desperately for an escape route, but she was trapped by the woodpile. 

"Oh God!" she screamed wildly, her neck muscles straining, but it was 
hopeless. Ned's tight grip fell on her shoulders and he pulled her 
struggling body toward him. "Please, Please!" she screamed hysterically. 

With a sudden surge of maniacal energy Ned slid his arms down from Andrea's 
shoulders over her full throbbing breasts and clamped his hands hard around 
her waist. Then with a deep grunt he jerked her struggling form up over his 
powerful slumped shoulders, and with his fingers digging under her shorts 
into her panties he carried her like a sack of sugar toward the house. 

It was like a sudden nightmare to Andrea. She could not believe that old 
harmless Ned Crump would turn on her like this. 

"No, God, please Ned!" she cried out in agony, digging her nails deeply into 
his scalp. She heard only a deep carnal grunt in reply as he bounced her on 
his shoulder like a toy doll. 

Ned had both his hands firmly around Andrea's panties now, and she jerked as 
she felt his fingers searching around up inside the thinly stretched elastic 
legband. In complete panic, Andrea kicked and flailed her legs like a 
hopeless child, pounding her arms wildly into his thick shoulders. 

"There ain't no use fightin' Mrs. Peters," Ned growled. "I'm gonna fuck ya 
and there ain't nothin' you can do about it with that rich bastard husband 
of yours not around!" 

"Oh God, Ned, please. What have I ever done to you?" 

"You ain't done nothin' to me. It's what I'm gonna do to you," Ned mumbled 
as he hustled her struggling form through the porch door of the house. 
Before Andrea knew what was happening she found herself being carried over 
the threshold like an abducted cavewoman. Tyrone, who had been sleeping 
peacefully by the fire, leaped up teeth bared and growled at the intruder. 
His fearsome body was curled up like a snake about to strike. 

"Help, Tyrone, help!" Andrea screamed insensibly, biting and kicking at the 
unshakeable old man who continued to carry her further inside the house. 
Tyrone coiled back and sprang at the sleeve of Ned's pea coat. 

"Goddamn it!" Ned swore as he jerked his arm back and swung the dog to the 
ground. For a moment they struggled titanically, flecks of foam seeping from 
the dog's tightly clenched jaws. Ned by now near the bedroom door with 
Andrea still struggling above him worked his arms out of his coat leaving 
the dog with an empty piece of cloth to mollify his temper. Quickly, Tyrone 
burst for the door, but it slammed shut just as he lunged for it. There was 
a thunderous noise as the weight of the dog slammed against it. But Ned 
Crump was unscathed, and with a grunt he threw Andrea's helplessly pleading 
body to the bed. 

The hermit gloated in triumph as he looked down at her fearfully sprawled 
out form, a cruel half-witted smile flickering across his face. She was all 
his, he could do whatever he wanted with the rich little bitch now, and 
there was nothing she could do to stop it. Andrea looked up at his leathery 
stubbled face in a dazed shock. The truck drivers had been bad enough, but 
now this ragged defiant recluse ... The thought of his naked ageing body 
forcing its way between her helplessly spread legs was too much to bear. 

Then suddenly, in the midst of her thoughts, the moronic looking man's lips 
curled up and with a menacing sneer he growled, "Take your clothes off." For 
a moment, Andrea could not believe what she was hearing. But there was 
nothing she could do. She was tired of fighting them all. If it was using 
and cumming in her vagina he wanted, she would let him do it, but she was 
going to make him pay, by god she was going to open her thighs to him and 
tease him with her panties until he went crazy. 

Andrea's expression in one moments time changed from one of fear to a 
sensual, lewdly come-hither smile, as she reached back for the snaps of her 
brassiere. The older man was standing at the foot of the bed taking deep 
excited breaths, and the cock inside his pants had sprung out like a thick 
bamboo pole. Slowly Andrea's fingers undid the snaps but teasingly she held 
the brassiere against her breasts and inhaled luxuriously, making the rich 
ripe globes expand outward until she could see Ned Crump almost begin to 
drool. Inch by inch she lowered the cups of her brassiere revealing the full 
white mounds like a secret treasure to the sex-starved hermit. 

Ned Crump couldn't stand it any longer. He ripped down his zipper and tore 
off his pants, fumbled crazily with his shirt buttons. 

"You thought it was going to be difficult to fuck Mrs. Peters, didn't you 
Ned, darling?" Andrea cooed. "But it's not. Andrea's going to have fun with 
you." 

The hermit's jaw dropped. This wasn't the way he had expected it at all. He 
had wanted to rip the clothes off her spoiled, rich-ass body and shove his 
cock deep up into her naked cunt while she squirmed and pleaded for him to 
stop beneath him. 

"Now Ned, dear, you do want to see my panties and fuck me with them on, 
don't you?" The grizzled old man stood in dumbfounded silence. "Well you do, 
don't you, Ned. Now say yes Mrs. Peters." Andrea leaned toward him with the 
brassiere still cupped against her breasts. 

"You ain't undressed," Ned gulped. "I-I can't see 'em with your clothes on." 

"Oh but Ned, yes you can, then you have to help me take my clothes off." 
Andrea slipped the brassiere strap down Over her left shoulder and smiled up 
at the hermit with her lips slightly parted, revealing a sparkling white 
teeth. Then smiling even more wickedly, she lifted her knees and as the 
legbands of her shorts slipped up her thighs, she spread her knees slowly 
apart to reveal the soft silken crotchband of her white panties to him. 

Ned stood stark naked except for his underpants, which now overcome with the 
flames of sudden desire he ripped away from him. His hard thick inflamed 
cock rocketed outward like a gigantic catapult. He was standing within 
inches of her face and could feel her warm sensual breath bathing the 
thickly bulbous head, and the sensation drove him wild. Suddenly his hands 
shot out and he gripped Andrea's long lustrous hair and jerked her head 
toward him. 

"Aaaagh," she gasped in surprise. The hermit's thick gnarled hands pressed 
inward at her cheeks forcing her jaws open wide and with a quick forward 
flick of his hips he thrust his heavily throbbing cock in between her lips. 
She could feel it ramming in between her teeth, and there was no stopping it 
now. But also, and much more humiliating to her, there was no way on earth 
to stop the overwhelming sensations of lust that exposing her panties to him 
sent raging through her body. The hermit's thick blood-filled cockhead was 
pressed deep into the warm moist cavern of her mouth and his hands reached 
down to her brassiere straps, giving a hard jerk. His thick burly hands 
slipped the brassiere down over her arms to reveal her naked crimson-tipped 
breasts swaying defenselessly in front of him. The sight of the full firm 
globes excited him to a deeper frenzy and his hands clamped firmly on the 
nipples pulling them outward toward his excitedly pulsating loins. 

"Aaaagh," Andrea gasped at the sharp pain. And as the older man's fingers 
crazily massaged her bud-like nipples she found her mouth involuntarily 
closing tightly around his thickly throbbing penile shaft. She had ceased 
caring now. She had descended as low as she could go and now the only thing 
left was the huge pulsating cock fucking wildly into her mouth. Then 
suddenly, driven wild by the sheer helplessness of her position, she wanted 
more. She wanted to suck out and swallow this crude old man's lewdly waiting 
sperm deep into the depths of her stomach. Her inflamed desire made her 
hands circle Ned's waist and cup his rhythmically hollowing ass-cheeks 
passionately in his palms. A deep grunt erupted from his throat as she dug 
her nails firmly into his naked buttocks forcing his excitedly swollen cock 
further into her warmly absorbing throat. The obscenely rising sensations of 
the hard driving cock-flesh jammed into her roundly ovaled mouth sent crazed 
ripples of electric-like fire streaming through her helplessly seated body. 
Her warm slithering tongue curled around the tip of his cockhead, sucking 
and licking at it crazily, pumping like a piston engine. 

Ned Crump's hard hands pulled her breasts up and rubbed the nipples lewdly 
against his testicles. God, he was going to cum so hard up inside her hot, 
cocksucking little mouth that the back of her head would fly off. The loud 
heavy gasps emanating from the bedroom had aroused Tyrone into a protective 
frenzy. Whining and mewling he pawed at the closed bedroom door. Then 
leaping up he caught hold of the door knob between his mammoth jaws, but the 
slippery brass knob slipped from between his teeth. 

Ned released his hands from Andrea's breasts and tangled into her hair as he 
pulled her face toward his belly. His stiff cock fucked mercilessly into her 
throat sending wild spasms of pleasure rising lewdly through his loins. Any 
minute now he was going to flood her proud-ass little throat and belly with 
his hot heavy cum. 

She was sucking on his heavily hardened rod like a milking machine, her head 
bobbing back and forth in a frenzied rhythm. It was driving him insane. As 
she kneeled before him on the bed his hand shot down to her white shorts and 
yanked furiously at them. Andrea groaned and mewled as she licked 
ceaselessly at his heavily sawing cock. His hand dug into her waist band, 
his fingers clawing at her white succulent belly. 

"Aaaaauuuuugh," Andrea gasped as he jerked her by the shorts higher and 
harder against his loins. His entire cock was jammed deep inside her throat 
now. She was sucking and pulling on it like a vacuum cleaner. But damn, he 
wanted to get inside those teasing little panties of hers before it was all 
over. His eagerly searching fingers found the zipper and yanked down hard on 
it as Andrea's hand sprang to defend it. 

But everything was too late now. He was going to cum in her hotly working 
mouth any second as Andrea's head bobbed furiously, sucking greedily in and 
out along the full, heavily hardened length of his steel-stiff cock. He 
fumbled crazily with her shorts and panties trying to jerk them down over 
the ripe twin globes of her buttocks, but he was in an impossible position. 

Tyrone was clawing at the door even more ferociously now, and again he 
leaped up at the doorknob, grabbing it firmly between his teeth. The knob 
continued to slip between his saliva-coated teeth, but with the tremendous 
pressure of his jowls he managed to turn it slowly but surely. 

Andrea's wet warm tongue slithered lewdly against the gnarled old man's 
stiffly sawing cock as the first droplets of lubricating fluid spurted out 
and seeped deep down into her throat. She had turned the hermit into a 
raging crazed animal and as his hands yanked at her hair, his pelvis 
wriggled obscenely, and in a second it happened. The hot, whitely snarling 
sperm coiled inside his cock suddenly burst out like a blast of liquid 
dynamite. His cock jerked crazily inside Andrea's throat, and the hot 
blasting liquid spurted and jutted harder up inside with each obscenely 
moving jerk. Her fingernails clawed insanely at the hermits ass cheeks 
pressing his loins harder and harder against her desire contorted face as 
the huge mammoth instrument raged and jerked around inside her mouth like an 
unleashed fire hose. She was going to gag, and she swallowed and sucked 
desperately to keep from choking on his hotly flooding sperm. The huge 
writhing snake spewed the last of its deep venom inside her throat, and as 
it gradually began to go limp Tyrone burst suddenly through the bedroom 
door. He had finally succeeded in turning the doorknob with his huge jaws 
and he tumbled inside, his eyes ablaze and a mean snarl bellowing from deep 
in his chest. The startled hermit quickly withdrew his cock from Andrea's 
mouth as she fell back limply on the bed. Tyrone kept his distance, as 
though he were setting himself up to leap straight into the hermit, who was 
now quickly throwing his clothes on. 

"Now, n-now, you just set there boy," Ned cautioned, his voice quavering. 
The damn dog was ready to tear him apart and he knew it. Andrea, sprawled on 
the bed, remained oblivious to the scene. The thrills of ecstasy running 
through her body rendered her powerless to do anything. She had been heated 
into a passion from sucking the hermit's long thick throbbing cock, and with 
her shorts pulled halfway down over her hips and buttocks, she spread her 
legs out as if an imaginary male body with its long thick cock were slaving 
between them. There were no barriers left. She had broken them all with this 
depraved act on the aged old recluse, and now she could not blame her 
headaches, not this time. A deep otherworldly moan began in her chest and 
rumbled through her throat. 

Tyrone, hearing the strange noise, interpreted it as a sign of pain from his 
mistress. His hind legs poised like sinuous catapults he groaned at the 
hermit who flung on his pea coat in a complete panic. Ned had barely shoved 
his arm into the coat of the sleeve when the powerful dog suddenly lunged at 
him. There was a fierce growling, and as Andrea raised her head from the bed 
she could see Tyrone's white glinting teeth gnashing into the hermit's arm. 
Her mind was a welter of confusion. She did not know whether to call him off 
or not. The hermit's thick hot sperm shooting into her throat had sent her 
mind reeling. God, it was not enough, she wanted more, her loins were aching 
for a huge male cock now. 

"Stop! Stop, Tyrone!" Andrea yelled out as the dog's mouth clamped over Ned 
Crump's arm, tearing the coat to pieces. Andrea pushed off the bed and 
yanked on Tyrone's collar as the hermit, white with fright raced out of the 
bedroom door, banging it shut behind him. Fuck or no fuck, he muttered to 
himself as he raced from the house, he wasn't about to be eaten alive by 
that crazy-ass dog. In his haste Ned had left his shoes by the bed and 
headed for his wagon barefoot over the twigs and branches that littered the 
way. 

Andrea, panting breathlessly on the floor, yanked hard on the dog bringing 
him to an involuntary sitting position. Flecks of drool dribbled down the 
sides of his open panting mouth and his red wild eyes gleamed with 
blood-lust. 

"Easy, Tyrone, easy," Andrea said, petting the excited animal. Bending down 
she slipped her arms around the dog's thick powerful neck as though she were 
cradling a baby. She could hear the quick pounding palpitations of his heart 
as she stroked the thick fur of his chest. Tyrone, realizing the danger had 
passed, turned to his mistress and began licking her face consolingly, his 
long purple tongue slithering wetly over her sperm-drenched cheeks. 

"Good boy, good Tyrone!" Andrea cooed, and she could feel the dog's warm 
excited body next to hers. God, the interruption had left her so excited. 
She could still taste the warm male pungency of the old man's cum inside her 
throat. God yes, she needed a man's cock now, but there was no one ... no 
one but the huge slobbering dog whose thick tongue had moved down from her 
cheeks and was running over her neck, making her feel warm and excited. 

"Oh yes, Tyrone, yes!" Andrea said excitedly, a sudden insane gleam 
flickering in her eye. God, how she needed cock now, how she wanted it! Who 
was there to stop her. No one would ever know. And Tyrone was so big so 
huge. Yes, she would do it. No one would ever know, not even her husband's 
young associate, Bart Thomas. 

"Come here, Tyrone, come!" she cooed as she cuddled the dog's head next to 
her soft, nakedly throbbing breasts. As she held the dog's head with one 
hand she guided her nipple into his gaping cavernous mouth with the other. 
"Lick, Tyrone, lick!" she commanded, her heart pounding excitedly. Her mad 
sexual drives had taken over her mind completely now at the thought of what 
this huge animal was going to do to her. 

She gurgled, and the huge beast, as if human, seemed to understand. His 
vise-like jaws clamped around her bulging throbbing breast and his tongue 
shot out against the stiff crimson nipple. Shivers of excitement shot up 
Andrea's spine. There was no use pretending now. She had gone the limit, and 
she was going to enjoy this depraved act to the hilt. Tyrone's tongue 
swirled around and around like sandpaper against her naked breasts, rubbing 
hard, grinding against her stiff crimson nipple "Aaaagh," she groaned wildly 
and pressed her breast further inside the widely opened jaws until it 
disappeared way inside the dog's throat. 

The dog's long red penis suddenly shot out from its protective sheath like a 
reptile slithering from its lair, and he licked at his mistress' breast in 
carnal abandon. God, no human could set her off like this, Andrea told 
herself. It was depraved and perverted, but she was going to enjoy it more 
than she had enjoyed anything before. 

Andrea parted the dog's mouth gently with both hands and withdrew her 
breast. "Good boy, Tyrone," she groaned softly. "Now I'm going to give you 
something nicer to lick and smell." Tyrone was panting excitedly, the fiery 
gleam in his eye glowing like hot ember. Andrea jerked her shorts down 
halfway on her hips and rolled over on her hands and knees, dropping her 
upper body so that the nipples of her breasts touched the floor and the full 
firm cheeks of her half naked ass stuck sensually in the air. "Come on, boy, 
come on!" she called to Tyrone, and the dog moved eagerly around behind her. 
Andrea ground her buttock cheeks close back to the dog's cold wet nose, 
which slowly began to sniff at the thin, silken crotchband of her panties. 
And suddenly he caught the scent, the wild female odor of his mistress' 
excitedly moistened underwear. The dog went crazy as Andrea let out a gasp 
of excitement and reached back to pull aside the legband of her thinly 
encasing panties. Parting his huge jaws he thrust his tongue greedily into 
the thin, soft-fleshed crevice of her buttocks and began licking excitedly. 

"Yes, yes!" Andrea cried. She had never been so turned on in her life. The 
dog's fierce teeth latched on to her panties and with a hard jerk of his 
head he yanked them further down on Andrea's ass, revealing the ripe twin 
globes of her buttocks, which swayed invitingly before him. There in front 
of him was the source of the sweet, lust-inciting feminine scent he had 
smelled. Tyrone thrust his tongue against the softly curling strands of her 
pubic hair, flicking it greedily, lapping it as though it were a bowl of 
water. "Ooooooh, God!" Andrea cried, her face contorted in a grimace of 
wild, uncontrolled ecstasy. 

The dog, panting heavily behind her upraised buttocks and spurred on by her 
moans, licked lower with his tongue, probing at the pinkly flowering folds 
of his mistress' thinly glistening cuntal slit. The sensations sent thrills 
up Andrea's spine and with a long low throaty moan she reached back again 
and holding the crotchband of her panties aside, parted the wetly 
palpitating lip of her nakedly exposed vagina. In a moment she felt the wet 
cool rush of the dog's tongue flicking hotly around the tiny throbbing tit 
of her clitoris. 

Tyrone whimpered in pleasure as his tongue slithered moistly against the 
throbbing bud-like head. "Yes, Tyrone, yes, lick it!" she groaned in 
uncontrolled ecstasy. The dog in obedience to her command shoved his long 
wet tongue deep up into the pinkly waiting folds of her flowering vagina, 
deep into the moistness of her warmly gaping vaginal cavern. As she felt the 
thick drooling tongue sliding into her like a snake she began to move her 
hips around back at his nose and around in lewd sensual circles. With a slow 
tortuous movement as she braced herself against the floor with her head her 
fingertips again touched the ragged pink lips of her vagina, pulling them 
further apart. 

Tyrone's wet muzzle and sharp teeth were pressed hard against her buttocks 
now, and with a deep grunt bellowing from his chest, he snaked the full 
length of his long winding tongue deep into the warm throbbing walls of her 
pussy and Andrea's buttocks churned wildly from the lewdly shooting 
sensation of animal lust. She had journeyed to the lowest depths possible, 
but how she was enjoying the frenzied sensations that this powerful animal 
was inspiring inside her obscenely aroused body. A long low animal like 
groan escaped from her open lips as the dog's tongue probed relentlessly up 
into the warm wet passageway of her nakedly absorbing cunt. 

"Oh god," she grunted unashamedly beneath him. There had never been anything 
like it in the whole world! Never, never, never!!! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It had been a long, hard week for Ralph Peters and Bart Thomas, but 
unexpectedly on Saturday they wrapped up the Stevenson case in Chicago. On 
Sunday they flew to the Washington office to prepare depositions for the 
Federal Court. 

At dusk they were still working. "Whew, I'm exhausted," Ralph said, wiping 
his brow with the sleeve of his dress shirt. 

"Me too." Bart agreed as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket 
and offered one to Ralph. 

"Well, Bart, you're a real pro. I think there'll be some good things in 
store for you with the firm. 

"Thanks, I'm glad you gave me the chance." 

"It's funny, I know you're a capable young man, but ordinarily I wouldn't 
have given the opportunity to someone without more experience. You have my 
wife to thank for all this. Andrea's a pretty perceptive woman. She knows 
talent when she sees it." 

Bart chuckled to himself as he puffed on his cigarette. True, he had been 
pretty rough on Andrea, but he had gotten what he wanted. He wasn't sorry by 
any means for what he had done to her. In fact, the memories of that night 
with her long, beautiful legs wrapped around him in the gatehouse sent 
pleasant sensations streaming through his body. 

Ralph, who had been gazing absently up at the ceiling, suddenly turned to 
Bart with an idea. "You know what we could use-a rest." 

"Sounds like a damn good idea to me." 

"I think we can take a couple of days at my country place in Maryland. I've 
got a boat there and enough fishing gear for the two of us. It's about an 
hour's drive from Washington. What do you say?" 

Bart smiled. The country place ... if only Ralph knew that under different 
circumstances he might have spent the weekend there with Andrea Peters. But 
Ralph seemed to have no idea at all; he seemed so jovial now; they were the 
best of friends. 

Ralph bent down in his chair and rummaged through his bottom desk drawer, 
extracting a bottle of Jack Daniels and two plastic cups. 

"What do you say we have a drink to celebrate the Stevenson case?" There was 
a twinkle in his eye as he handed Bart the cup, but the feelings running 
through his mind were not those of comradeship alone. This Bart Thomas was a 
slick character all right, he thought to himself, but there was something 
funny about him, and during the two days they would spend together at the 
country place, he was going to get to the bottom of it. He wasn't a high 
priced lawyer for nothing. 

* * * 

An hour later the large black company car that Ralph Peters kept parked in a 
garage near the Washington office was racing smoothly over the winding back 
roads of Maryland toward the country place. The two shirt sleeved men inside 
were loose and relaxed, and Ralph Peters was pretending to be a little 
drunker than he really was. 

"Well, Bart," he drawled. "What did you think of our little shindig last 
weekend?" 

"I enjoyed it Ralph, I really did," Bart said casually. 

"I notice you didn't bring your wife along, was she sick?" Even though Bart 
had downed three strong drinks in the office he could sense that Ralph 
Peters was being a little too obvious about cross examining him, but he 
would have to play along. Ralph was obviously trying to hint that he knew 
something was going on between Bart and Andrea. 

"Stomach ache," Bart said. "She was very disappointed at not being able to 
come." Bart, who had been talkative up till now, fell silent. He knew Ralph 
was up to something, and he would push just a little further to see what it 
was. 

"I didn't get much of a chance to speak with your wife," Bart said, and then 
he turned his head slightly to see Ralph's reaction. There was none. The 
older man simply concentrated on the road without replying. He was a cagey 
one, Bart thought to himself. He wasn't going to let on about anything until 
he had all the goods. Abruptly, Ralph shattered the silence and said. 

"I'll tell you Bart, when I go fishing, I don't care if I catch a damn 
thing. I just like to sit out in that little boat of mine and listen to the 
water." 

Bart laughed contentedly. Perhaps Ralph hadn't been trying to cross examine 
him at all. If Ralph had been suspicious, why would he have put him on the 
prestigious Stevenson case. He had been too jumpy. There wasn't a thing in 
the world to worry about. 

The car made the last turnoff onto the dirt road that led to the house. It 
was growing dark now, and Ralph flicked on the high beams. All of the other 
houses in the area were dark and deserted, still boarded up. But further 
down the road as the car approached, the silver-haired lawyer noticed 
something out of place. There were lights on in his house. 

He slowed down immediately and assumed a serious expression. 

"What's wrong?" Bart said. 

"Those lights are coming from my place." Ralph answered worriedly. 

Bart sat up quickly and looked out ahead. 

The lights meant that either someone had broken into the country house or 
that Andrea had decided to spend the weekend there anyway. 

Pulling the car off to the side of the road, Ralph brought it to a halt. 
"Looks like there might be some trouble," he said. "We better go up there 
quietly." The two shirt sleeved men hopped out, suddenly stone sober and 
began walking stealthily down the road toward the lighted country house. 
Neither had the slightest idea of what was really going on inside ... that 
at that very moment a huge panting German Shepherd had just mounted Ralph 
Peter's beautiful, slavishly kneeling wife from behind and that his paws 
were scraping excitedly into her naked back. 

"Closer, Tyrone, closer!" Andrea commanded. She was breathing heavily now in 
anticipation of the dog's huge redly throbbing cock jamming itself way up 
inside her open vagina. She could feel the massive animal positioning 
himself with his hind legs, and she could feel his hot panting breath raking 
her naked back as she slowly pulled aside the silky crotchband of her 
panties again. 

Slowly as Tyrone moved his belly closer, his thickly churning animal cock 
made wetly searing contact with the moist floss of Andrea's pubic hair. 
Pangs of lust shot through her body as her mind conjured up the depraved 
mental picture of being fucked like a female bitch in heat by another dog, 
and then she felt the throbbing blood-filled tip piercing ever so slowly at 
first up into the pink flaring flanges of her vagina, grinding slowly up 
around inside her. Electrical sensations of wild, obscene delight pulsed 
through her loins, and she shoved her hips back hard against the dog's 
thickly burgeoning cock. Tyrone, excited into a lust-crazed state, lunged 
his hips forward, sending the rock hard animal shaft still deeper into the 
warm slithering wet walls of his mistress's hotly absorbing vagina. 

Andrea gasped at the sharp unexpected lunging sensation. "Aaaaaugh!" she 
cried, her face contorted in a lewd grimace. The dog's cock felt like a 
thick steel shaft reaming deep, deep up into her belly and mingling wetly 
together with her own naked flesh inside. She could feel it imbedded thickly 
inside her, and she pushed her upraised buttocks back against the animal, 
beginning a lewdly rocking sensual rhythm. The dog seemed to catch on, and 
his massive bulging cock began to fuck in and out of Andrea's cunt, pushing 
the softly yielding flesh of her vaginal walls in soft rippling waves of 
pinkly glistening pussy flesh before it. "Oooooh! Oooooh!" Andrea cried. She 
had never felt such a huge massive cock up between her legs in her whole 
life. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh on it as it speared 
relentlessly into her open belly. For a moment she held her body perfectly 
still, and the dog obeyed her unheard command to wait. Then suddenly she 
felt a jerking throb inside as Tyrone lunged forward again, scraping his 
paws fiercely against her back. His cock had jerked up another full half 
inch, and she could feel the walls of her vagina flexing tightly around it. 
"Auuuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting in hungry, crazed 
passion. 

Ralph, creeping up to the porch with his young assistant, Bart Thomas behind 
him, had picked up a heavy tree branch. Extracting his keys from his pocket, 
he opened the door slowly and crept inside on tiptoes. The fire was still 
smoldering, he noticed. There had obviously been someone inside. A loud 
muffled grunt broke the suspenseful silence. It was coming from behind the 
closed door of the bedroom. Was it a gang of teenagers who had broken in? Or 
was it something worse? Ralph with the makeshift club in his hand moved 
carefully toward the bedroom door. He leaned against it, listening intently. 
Bart joined him, cupping his ear. 

Andrea had no idea that anyone had entered. She was totally dazed now, 
grunting and mewling with each jerking thrust of the dog's long thick penis 
up under the wide-held crotchband of her panties. Any second she was going 
to cum. Her crotch was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of the dog's 
heavily jerking loins behind her. Tyrone slobbered and panted as he 
quickened his stroke so that his cock bored far up into the hidden untouched 
recesses of his slavishly kneeling mistress's womb. 

"Oh God! Oh! Ooooooh!" Andrea hissed, her head thrashing wildly about 
against the floor. 

Ralph, a puzzled frown on his face, could swear he recognized the voice 
coming from inside the bedroom. He pushed the door open a crack, trying not 
to make any noise. Then he pushed it further. When it was halfway open he 
peeked in. 

His breath went out of his chest with a fast rush. He could not believe what 
he was seeing. There on the floor of the bedroom was his own wife with her 
head buried in her arms and her buttocks raised high in the air, her wide 
split vagina locked tightly onto the heavily pummeling cock of the rampaging 
animal fucking into her from behind. The blood ran quickly from his head, 
and his jaw dropped in amazement. He was not even conscious of Bart Thomas 
looking over his shoulder. 

Andrea could sense the breeze on her naked body from the open door, but 
nothing mattered now. She was going to cum-cum as she had never done before. 

Her breasts heaved and quivered, and her hard pointed nipples dug into the 
carpet beneath her. Her cunt opened and closed rhythmically around the red 
raging cock inside her, and warm gushes of hot wet liquid began to flood out 
around it. The dog quickened his stroke and fucked into her faster, digging 
deep, deep inside her. He could feel the lips of her cunt working and 
sucking at his penis as though milking him dry. His mistress's breath was 
coming in short deep gasps, and suddenly, with a low animal whine from his 
throat, a huge flaming rush of hot wet sperm shot from the head of his cock 
deep into her softly quivering belly. 

"Oh God, I can't believe it!" Ralph Peters cried out, slamming his hand to 
his head as if he had been struck by a blow. 

Tyrone, having completed his task, disengaged himself, but Andrea's buttocks 
continued to wave in the air, and she could feel the hot thick cum of the 
dog wallowing around far up inside her wetly flooded belly. She had heard a 
noise in the room, but did not realize what it was until she raised her head 
and looked up. Oh God! The impossible had happened! She had been caught in 
the most depraved act of all. Her face felt numb as she stared at the two 
stupefied men who were gazing at her in unbelieving amazement. 

* * * 

It did not take Ralph Peters long to recover from the initial shock. He 
turned quickly on his heel, marched into the other room and poured two 
triple cognacs-one for himself and one for Bart Thomas. It was as though the 
shock had not registered with him yet. 

"Well, something needs to be done," he said finally. Bart gulped the cognac 
down, not knowing what to think. Would Andrea spill the beans now about his 
blackmailing her? She had nothing more to lose; what was to stop her? 

"Yes, something has to be done," Ralph said with a business-like air. He 
brushed back his silver-flecked hair with his hand. "Something has to be 
done, and you're going to help me." Ralph's eyes fixed coldly on Bart. He 
seemed totally in command of the situation now. 

"Me?" Bart said, surprised. 

"Yes, you. I've known for quite some time that something's not quite right 
with Andrea." 

"W-What do you mean?" Bart stammered. 

The older man swished the liquor around in his glass confidently. 

"For some time I haven't been able to give Andrea the attention she needs. 
I've been too busy. And I believe this isn't the first time she's turned to 
other sources for sexual gratification." 

"What do you mean?" Bart repeated mindlessly. 

"I mean you, Bart," Ralph said as he set down his drink on top of the liquor 
cabinet. "That night at the party ... I don't know what happened exactly, 
but as you know, I'm not stupid. You were gone a long time, and so was 
Andrea. I'm just putting two and two together." Bart's face flushed red. 
"Now wait a minute," he said, suddenly stiffening. 

"No, you wait a minute," Ralph continued evenly. "We'll forget about that, 
but I want you to help me now. I intend to cure my wife of a 
certain-hangup." 

"And you want me to help?" Bart couldn't believe how cool Ralph Peters was 
even after he had seen his wife performing with a dog in the bedroom. 

"That's right, my boy. The two of us are going to give Andrea the screwing 
of her life, and I personally am going to tear her protective little panties 
to shreds once and for all!" 

Bart found his penis leaping up inside his pants at Ralph's lewd suggestion. 
He was beginning to wonder if the older man was right in the head, but he 
seemed so cool and controlled. 

Ralph with a sudden surprising smile, slapped Bart on the back, the two of 
them re-entered the bedroom. Andrea, her disheveled hair curled ever one 
eye, was ashamed but still thoroughly aroused. She looked up pleadingly at 
her angered husband, tears beginning to form in her eyes. It would all be 
over now-her marriage to Ralph, the social status she enjoyed. She had 
ruined it all by her crazed and lewd exhibition with the huge German 
Shepherd, Tyrone. She was almost completely naked now with the exception of 
her thin flimsy panties, the crotchband of which she had pulled back over 
her animal sperm covered vaginal lips. 

Ralph fixed her with a steady gaze, his steel blue eyes cold and determined, 
but he did not appear as shocked as she had expected. Bart Thomas' jaw hung 
open wide and his face was covered with excitement. Suddenly Ralph said, 
"Get up off the floor, you little bitch!" 

She obeyed his command without hesitation, rising up from the rug to her 
full height and walking across the room her proudly naked breasts swaying 
invitingly. She was numb with mingled fear and the still lingering 
excitement of her lewd sexual coupling with the dog. 

"Kneel down in front of Bart," her husband snapped. Andrea looked forlornly 
into his eyes. She did not know whether to cry or simply obey him. But 
obediently she slumped down on her knees, and involuntarily her eyes fixed 
on the huge throbbing bulge inside her husband's young assistant's pants. 

What was Ralph Peters up to? Bart wondered in spite of his rising 
excitement. Whatever it was, it would be unforgettable. 

"All right," Ralph snapped as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. "When he pulls 
his cock out, I want you to wrap those hot little lips of yours around it 
and suck him dry!" 

"Wait a minute, Ralph," Bart backed off. "You're sure you want to do this to 
your own wife?" 

"You're damn right," Ralph said, his eyes cold and glazed. "And if you still 
want a job with my law firm, you better pull down your zipper and get your 
cock out." 

With a quizzical frown on his face Bart slowly zipped down his pants and 
reached inside for his cock, which had now grown to full size, pulsating and 
throbbing heavily in his hand. Andrea looked up in amazement at the huge 
pulsating veins that ran through it as it stood poised straight in front of 
her face. 

"Oh God, please Ralph, don't make me do it with you watching!" 

"I'm going to cure you of wanting to get fucked with your panties on once 
and for all," he said sternly. "Now put your hot little mouth around his 
cock." 

It was all so cold and inhuman, Andrea thought to herself, and yet the dog 
cumming up inside her from behind had already excited her beyond all human 
imagination. Slowly, her eyes glazed in helpless submission, Andrea reached 
out and touched the excitedly quivering head of the young man's cock, her 
fingers warmly, lovingly encircling its full girth. She drew it close to her 
mouth until her wet moist lips barely touched the throbbing head. Bart could 
feel the heat of her breath against it, and it made him tremble with the 
lewd anticipation of having another man's wife suck him off while the man 
stood by and watched it all. 

"Now suck the cum out of him!" Ralph commanded violently. There was a 
vengeful sneer on his face. "You two should enjoy this after all the time 
you spent fucking each other in the gatehouse." 

A pang of shock rippled through Andrea. Oh God, how had Ralph known! Did he 
really know, or had he simply pieced things together and drawn his own 
conclusions. 

"Go on!" Ralph demanded, tearing off his shirt. "Start sucking, baby! This 
is just the beginning!" 

Andrea shivered with a sudden wild, wickedly growing excitement. She had 
never seen Ralph so violent, so commanding before. There was no choice. She 
had to do as he said. Her lips ovaled widely and, drawing a deep breath that 
forced her breasts out against his legs, she slid them slowly and wetly 
around his lustfully throbbing cockhead. Her moistly slithering tongue 
lashed out hungrily at the desire-stiffened shaft, and she began to suck in 
earnest. She was determined now to give them both a show the likes of which 
they had never seen before, and her tongue swirled faster in lewdly sensual 
undulating circles around her husband's assistant's heavily throbbing penis, 
her teeth grating against his hard rigid flesh. She moved her head closer 
and closer to the base of his cock so that now she had practically swallowed 
the entire bulging rod up into her roundly ovaled lips. She could feel it 
pressing hard against the back of her throat, and she let out a long deep 
moan. 

Bart was going crazy. She had practically absorbed his entire cock into her 
desire-contorted, beautifully slaving face. It was driving him insane. Hell, 
he didn't give a damn if the little bitch's husband, Ralph Peters, was 
standing next to him. And before he knew what was happening, his hands shot 
out, and his fingers curled tightly into Andrea's thick dark hair drawing 
her head even closer into his obscenely grinding loins. He could feel her 
warm red lips locking tighter around the lustfully bulging length of his 
cock. God, it was crazy! Crazy! And he loved it. He wanted her to suck so 
hard on it that he couldn't bear the pain. He wanted her to suck out and 
swallow every last drop of the hotly building cum that was swirling 
impatiently around for release in his balls below. And, as if sensing his 
passion, Andrea's tongue worked wildly against the steel-hard head that was 
thrust deep back in her throat, and her teeth slid against it, biting down 
hard until she could hear a superhuman groan bursting out from deep within 
Bart Thomas' chest. 

Her husband, Ralph, has stripped completely naked now, and he was watching 
the entire scene in front of him, his cock shooting out straight and hard. 
He had started them off all right, and now he was going to finish the whole 
thing and finish it good. He was going to give Andrea the fuck of her life, 
and without those panties that she always clung so passionately to. God, he 
hadn't fucked her in months, but he was going to fuck her now ... fuck her 
so hard that her teasing little thighs would split right up through the 
middle of her cunt. 

With his lust-hardened penis protruding club-like from between his legs, 
Ralph moved around behind his subserviently kneeling wife. 

He could see her head bobbing madly up and down, sucking crazily on Bart's 
cock as the younger man propped himself back against the wall for support. 
If she was enjoying it now, she was going to enjoy it even more in a minute. 
She was on her knees now, her hands propped up for support between Bart 
Thomas' legs. Then suddenly, impulsively, Ralph reached down and clasped his 
wife's hips in a tight vice-like grip, jerking her knees up off the floor. 
She gasped in surprise as her head was suddenly torn away from the younger 
man's cock, and Bart quickly took, advantage of the opportunity to strip 
down. Hurriedly, he slipped off his pants and his shirt and tossed them 
haphazardly in a pile on the rug. He could see Ralph behind Andrea, hoisting 
her panty-clad buttocks powerfully up in the air as she desperately 
supported herself with her arms against the floor. But he wasn't about to 
let her stop sucking him off now. As he tossed away his undershirt, Bart 
kneeled down in front of the helplessly groaning woman and moved menacingly 
toward her, his hard pulsing cock pointed directly at her face. With a 
sudden lunge, he grasped her hair and again shoved the lewdly pulsating 
shaft of his penis deep into the warm, futilely protesting cavern of her 
mouth. 

Ralph, behind her, had lifted her legs high in the air now, and his firm 
powerful hands slipped down from her hips, coursed along her thighs and 
grasped her ankles tightly. And slowly, he began to force her legs widely 
apart. 

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" Andrea gasped. Her body was being contorted and twisted about 
like a helpless rubber doll. What were they going to do to her? She felt 
helpless and child-like suspended in the air like this. 

"God, I'm going to fuck you so hard back here you won't believe it!" Ralph 
groaned, his face suddenly transformed into that of a lust crazed maniac. 
Then, in a quick burst of strength, he splayed her legs wide apart and 
pressed forward up between her sweat-glistening thighs until his lewdly 
throbbing cock pressed tight against her panty-covered buttocks. 

One swift hard jerk, that was all it would take to rip her panties from that 
roundly writhing little ass of hers, and then he did it! Twisting his hand 
hard into the flimsy silky material, he gave an angry, lust driven yank. 
There was a fast dull ripping sound, and the panties tore apart at the 
crotch. 

"Aaaaaarrrrgh!" Andrea screamed, but she was powerless to do anything. 
Bart's hands were locked tight into her hair, imprisoning her mouth on his 
hard, heavily pulsating cock. 

"Suck, suck!" Bart commanded. 

God, she was almost totally naked now ... naked as she had never been in 
front of men before. She could feel the cool tantalizing rush of air against 
the round ripeness of her partly covered buttock cheeks. Ralph, behind her, 
gripped her tightly on the full fleshy firmness of her thighs, as his 
fingers grazed against her soft fluffy pubic hair, and in sudden passionate 
abandon, she ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back against his loins. 
She could feel his heavily throbbing cock pressing lewdly against the softly 
quivering flesh of her belly, and at the same time, feel with renewed 
intensity Bart's rock hard penis fucking wetly into her tightly locked lips. 

And suddenly the hands slipped further down her thigh, and Ralph's cock 
withdrew from underneath her belly. There was a tense anticipation, and 
finally she could feel it touching feather-like against the upturned crevice 
of her buttocks. Slowly and cruelly the blood filled tip teased against the 
tiny puckered ring of her anus. He thrust slightly forward until he felt it 
give with a slight stretching noise and the tip enter just a hair. A deep 
gurgling shriek welled up inside her chest as her angered husband pressed 
harder against the helplessly cringing tightness of her rectum. Only a 
tattered shard of panty lay like a torn silken flap over the white soft 
moons of her strongly upheld ass cheeks. 

Then suddenly another jolt of masochistic wildness seized her body, and she 
ground her nakedly jerking buttocks back in growing ecstasy against the 
maddening probing from behind and at the same time worked furiously on the 
wetly skewering cock in front of her, puffing her cheeks in and out, sucking 
with all the furious energy she could muster. She could feel Ralph's cock 
from behind slipping deeper, deeper into the vainly resisting channel of her 
rectum. God, they were going to skewer her body to death between them. But 
suddenly her husband relaxed. His grip on her legs fell loose, and he 
withdrew his heavily imbedded cock from the tightly quivering crevice of her 
rectum. 

"Stop!" Ralph commanded, as he let her legs down on the floor so that now 
she was kneeling in front of Bart, her face pressed tightly into the warm 
jungle of his pubic hairs. God, how could he stop now? Andrea thought. Her 
loins had grown crazed with passion. Then, suddenly she felt his hand 
yanking her hair, jerking her head abruptly away from Bart's cock. It stood 
out straight and glistening from the saliva of her tongue. 

"Get on the bed," Ralph demanded. Andrea rose from her knees, mounted the 
bed and spread her legs wide. The distorted shards of her panties lay like 
tom flags of surrender over her loins. 

If this was the way he wanted it, she would give him a show worth seeing. 
Her legs spread wide, she began to grind back and forth slowly, undulating 
against the satin bedsheets. She could not stop now. She wanted them both to 
fuck her at the same time with everything they had. 

"I've been waiting for this a long time," Ralph said, a smile of lewd 
anticipation flickering across his face as he mounted the bed at her feet. 
Bart was in a semi-daze. The interruption had driven him wild, just when 
Andrea's soft delicious mouth had felt so good locked around his cock. Hell, 
he wasn't about to stop now. As Ralph maneuvered in between Andrea's 
widespread legs, Bart hopped on the bed and straddled her breasts, his large 
bull-like testicles sperm-bloated and hanging down against her stiff excited 
nipples. 

Andrea's entire body quivered with excitement as she felt her husband's hand 
reach for the last remnants of panties that guarded her loins. For a long 
moment, it lay poised above the soft, torn material and Andrea held her 
breath in suspense. Then suddenly it descended, clamping on, and with one 
swift clean jerk, the panties were ripped away from her passionately aroused 
cunt. 

"This is going to cure you forever of that goddamn panty hang-up!" Ralph 
snarled. "Spread your legs." Andrea felt the breeze against her nakedly 
exposed loins, and without hesitation she scissored her legs as far apart as 
they could go until the pinkly glistening lips of her vagina, still wet from 
the dog's cum, were open to full view beneath the softly curling strands of 
her pubic hair. 

At the same time, with a powerful push, Bart pinned down Andrea's shoulders 
and guided his lustfully trembling cock into the warm wet oval of her lips. 
Her heaving breasts ground hotly up against his naked ass cheeks as his cock 
slid slowly into the tantalizing moistness of her mouth. With a long low 
moan of ecstasy, Andrea's hungrily writhing tongue curled around his rock 
hard rod, and then she began to suck it for all she was worth. Her head 
bobbed up and down in a wild, ecstatic rhythm as Bart Thomas fucked his cock 
lewdly in and out of her desire-contorted face. 

The sight of his young lawyer associate sliding his heavily hardened penis 
into his wife's open mouth excited Ralph to a complete frenzy. In a fit of 
abandoned passion he thrust his face forward down between her legs, closer 
and closer until he could detect with his nostrils the enticing odor of her 
hotly steaming loins. And with his thumbs pressing outward against the base 
of her thighs, he thrust his tongue forward into the wetly glistening slit 
of her vagina. Andrea's legs suddenly jerked outward, and her entire body 
began thrashing and undulating in a wildly uncontrolled rhythm. 

Bart, seized with electrical sensations of lust, jerked forward, supporting 
himself on his hands and thrusting his cock deeper into Andrea's now 
greedily absorbing throat. 

Ralph quickly withdrew his tongue from her widely split cuntal slit, and as 
he did so her legs thrashed crazily and her pelvis swayed upward, she was 
begging, begging for him not to stop. Her cunt was gaping and pleading up at 
him like a hungry animal now, and "by God" he thought gleefully at her 
surrender, he was going to tease her until she exploded. Bending forward 
again he slid his mouth wetly over the tempting softness of her pubic hair 
up over her navel, and at her navel he stopped. His wet slithering tongue 
suddenly plunged outward, grinding against the soft undulating flesh of her 
belly. Her legs in response shot up and out and locked tightly around his 
head in a passionate death grip. His head, caught now between her thighs, 
moved lower, maddening patterns of sensation trailing after his gently 
nipping teeth. She sucked in her breath and with it sucked Bart Thomas' cock 
deeper inside like a vacuum cleaner into her mouth. Small muffled gasps and 
mewls of pleasure burst from her choked throat as she felt her own husband's 
fingers again spreading the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina. His tongue 
flicked forward teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, 
causing it to throb wildly into a greater hardness. He lowered his fingers 
and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart then, suddenly dropping his 
tongue from her clitoris, thrust it deep into the pink moist flesh of her 
pussy. Her thighs convulsively jerked tighter around his head, and her hands 
automatically reached out for Bart's lewdly churning buttocks above her, 
pulling his loins deeper, deeper into her throat. 

"Oooooh God!" Bart groaned as almost his whole penis disappeared into the 
warm open circle of her lips. Bart's deep groan excited her even more, and 
she jerked her cunt hard up into Ralph's face. His tongue skewered deeper 
into her, and he began to lick in earnest now, skewering and twisting it up 
into her welcoming passage, opening it wider and wider. Her body worked 
wildly beneath his, her thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the 
sides of his head as her head jerked up and down on Bart's heavily twitching 
cock in her mouth. Ralph could feel the warm soft resilience of her thighs 
pressed tightly against his ears as she twitched involuntarily from an extra 
deep flick of his tongue. 

Her belly began to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing from side 
to side as she moved with Bart's cock locked tightly inside her mouth. He 
knew she was on the brink of orgasm, not quite there but on the verge of it. 
Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest below as Bart's mammoth bulging 
testicles slammed rhythmically into them. Her fingers twisted crazily 
against his hard driving ass cheeks, groping wildly for his anus between 
them. Her head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the 
cords in her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face contorted and a 
low guttural scream rumbled from deep down in her throat. 

Ralph knew it was the right time now, and he withdrew his head from between 
her legs. Andrea's legs unlocked and thrashed out to the sides of the bed 
twitching uncontrollably. Ralph placed his hands firmly under her buttocks 
and lifted them up toward him as he moved on his knees close in again 
between her legs. The tip of his wildly throbbing cock was almost touching 
the pinkly yearning opening of her cunt. It moved closer, parting the 
floss-like pubic hair, and then it touched the naked pink flesh of the 
moistly glistening opening. 

"Eeeeeeeaggghhhh!" Andrea screamed in wild abandon. The vibrations of her 
scream vibrated along Bart's cock inciting him to an uncontrollable lust, 
and he sawed his cock even more mercilessly into the warm wet cavern of her 
throat. As he did so he reached back with one hand, still supporting himself 
with the other, and ran it wildly over her breasts, pinching her large rigid 
nipples ferociously. Andrea bucked and danced wildly under this assault to 
her body as she felt the head of her husband's blood-filled cock easing into 
the pinkly flowering slit of her vagina. God, God, she thought, they were 
going to fuck her to death between them! 

Ralph's fingers groped for the opening of her pinkly throbbing slit and 
pushed apart the wet moist flowering folds of skin, easing his throbbing 
cock slowly inside. Andrea's bulging lust-crazed cunt bucked crazily upward, 
and his cock slid forward as her legs shot up again and locked desperately 
around his back. It was the first time in her life she had ever been fucked 
completely naked without her panties on, and he was going to erupt inside 
her like a volcano. 

She could feel the walls of her hungrily throbbing pussy opening wide and 
her buttocks jerking as the mushroom-like head slithered slipperily over her 
distended clitoris, sending a shower of raging sensations of lewd sexual 
delight coursing through her body. Her husband, Ralph, began to fuck in and 
out of her cunt harder and faster now in rhythm with Bart's rapidly gyrating 
buttocks in front of him. Every muscle in Andrea's body was tensed with 
excitement as her hips banged and slammed up and down against the bed toward 
the maddening probe between her wide held legs. 

Ralph felt the tight hot walls of her spasmodically contracting cunt 
slipping deeper and deeper over his lustfully thundering cock. He lunged 
forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated organ into it like 
a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh before it in rippling 
velvety waves, until his balls smacked heavily into the nakedly upturned 
cheeks of her buttocks. 

He could see Andrea's hands in front of him wrapped around Bart's buttocks, 
pulling them back and forth in a fast frenetic rhythm to meet the rhythm of 
his own raging cock thundering into her loins below. 

The sensations throbbed out in waves through Andrea's body and danced like 
fire across her nakedly writhing flesh from her head to her toes each time 
the huge impaling cock lurched deep in her belly. Her whole body twitched 
and writhed beneath the two frenziedly fucking men and she groaned 
incessantly. Up in front Bart's frenzy was working toward fulfillment. His 
hugely lunging cock forced her lips wide apart with each forward jerk until 
the whole of his heavily driving cock length was swallowed in her mouth, and 
the huge blood-filled head was embedded deep in her throat. His hands held 
her head in a vice-like grip as she coughed and sputtered when the tip 
rhythmically brushed her tonsils with each instroke. 

Suddenly Andrea felt the rising tide of orgasm beginning deep in her hotly 
quivering belly. The very humiliation of her position sparked strange new 
pulsing waves of excitement that danced like demons through her shredded 
nerve ends. The saliva in her mouth was becoming sticky as small emissions 
of her husband's young assistant's pre-seminal lubricating fluid seeped from 
the end of his cock into the openly sucking depths of her mouth, but she 
continued to suck harder at the huge fleshy staff that had disappeared even 
deeper inside her greedily working throat now. She sucked for it all to end 
as she felt her own insides beginning to explode in a wild cascade of sparks 
and meteors searing their way through her veins like liquid fire. 

Then, as if in response to her own coming orgasm, Bart Thomas jerked 
suddenly and writhed his groin up tight into her face, sinking the full 
length of his cock back deep into her desperately gasping throat. She 
groaned as the hot thick liquid squirted out, and she sucked and swallowed, 
sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and hollowing, inflating and 
hollowing from the pressure of the wildly bursting dam of sperm. At the same 
time her own orgasm was flooding in great sensual waves of hot female cum 
juices around the jack hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets 
out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base. It was 
indescribably, and the whole of her crotch felt wet and fucked beyond all 
belief. 

Tears of joy rolled from her eyes as she became aware that Ralph's cock 
seemed to be getting larger and larger as he thrust forward up into her open 
belly without mercy. And suddenly, it too began to jerk around and spurt out 
inside her and she could feel the delicious white-hot liquid shooting into 
her like burning fire, trickling down into the walls of her vagina like 
streams of molten lava. The muscles of her cunt clasped hungrily and hotly 
around it, milking greedily at the deep-sunken instrument. There was nothing 
else in the world now but the heated throb in her sperm flooded vagina and 
the still-jerking cock in her desperately sucking mouth. 

Then, the lewd obscene thought of the whole scene of her being fucked by two 
men at the same time, without her panties, suddenly hit her like a lean 
angry fist in the stomach. Great waves of searing incomprehensible joy broke 
over her erotically thrashing body, and she groaned out her release as 
Ralph's thickly throbbing cock pumped the last ounces of his heated sperm 
deep up into her happily welcoming belly. 

Her strength was suddenly gone, and she lay limp and panting as Bart lifted 
off her and Ralph Withdrew his wetly glistening cock from her loins below. 
God, she had done it now! She had loved it without her panties on! She was 
cured, cured forever of the obscene obsession and she exulted to herself as 
her eyes fluttered closed and she drifted into a deep peaceful sleep. 

* * * 

It was late in the evening, and the two men sat side by side on the couch by 
the blazing fireplace. 

"Cognac?" Ralph said, passing the bottle to Bart, who filled his glass. "You 
know, I've never felt better in years." 

"Me too," Andrea smiled as she stood at the doorway to the bedroom. She had 
changed to a short blue skirt and a tight sweater and now she bounded into 
the room refreshed and relaxed, plumping down on her proudly beaming 
husband's lap. 

"Well," he said. "I think we've got things straightened out once and for 
all." 

Andrea beamed back in her husband's face, and as Bart Thomas swished his 
drink around in his glass his hand slowly made its way up her skirt. 

"Just what I thought!" he exclaimed as Andrea turned to him in surprise. "No 
panties." 

With a smile she playfully slapped his hand, then broke out in a girlish 
giggle. The two men laughed heartily, and Tyrone who had nestled at Ralph's 
feet let out a high-pitched pleasurable whine. Inside the bedroom Ned 
Crump's weather-beaten shoes lay in a silent heap by the bed. But he would 
return for them some day, someday again when young Andrea Peters' husband 
was far, far away.... 


THE END
