The Divorce Photographs
by Andrew Maloney 


FOREWORD 

We, the publishers, are proud to present this new novel by author Andrew 
Maloney. The story concerns the conflict between a girl's ambition to 
succeed in her profession as a private detective and the restrictions 
society places on women in men's jobs. 

Told from a sympathetic point of view, it is a story which holds our 
attention from first page to last. Our heroine, Nancy, is naive enough to 
believe that the men around her are to be trusted in any situation. Through 
a series of unfortunate circumstances, she gains experience which alters her 
innocence. But as the author points out, Nancy find nothing with which to 
replace her earlier prudishness ... she is, at the last, a nihilist with 
only her animal impulses to guide her. 

The Divorce Photographs is a sad story, but one which exemplifies the 
predicament of many young girls who enter a profession after living a 
secluded, rather repressive childhood. As the book comes to a close, we 
notice that young Nancy has moved from job to job, still seeking an identity 
for herself through her work. Unfortunately, this desire-a desire for 
self-discovery-is subtly transformed into a need for self-obliteration. 
Shamed by a weakness for men, a weakness which dulls her ability to resist 
compromising herself in crisis situations, she finds solace by indulging in 
those very sexual acts which, initially, she'd tried to avoid. 

Nancy's resiliency, her ability to summon her energy and try again after 
encounters which would be crushing to someone with less ambition, is 
commendable. Yet it is this desire to get ahead which proves to be her 
undoing. Caught between her need to be an attractive woman, and her urge to 
face the world as a responsible adult, she finds her actions fraught with 
contradiction. On the one hand, she wants to please her boyfriend, which 
means she should want to make him happy by taking a job which is in keeping 
with her role as a woman; on the other hand, she is a victim of her times 
and cannot resist the temptation of proving herself in a man's world on a 
man's terms. 

The above themes make for exciting, absorbing reading. We believe that Mr. 
Maloney's newest work will engage the minds of everyone interested in the 
problem of the changing standards of sexual conduct-and the changing roles 
of women that this entails-that is now an issue of great importance in the 
United States. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Nancy Mullins had cried all evening, but she still looked beautiful, as 
though her good looks improved even with sadness. She stood in front of the 
lavatory mirror and appraised her face in the glaring overhead light-her 
melancholy blue eyes peered back from beneath thick blonde eyelashes. Then 
she stepped further back and briefly glanced at her hour-glass figure. 

Next week her boyfriend Hank was moving to Leedstown, the state capital, and 
they'd gotten together tonight for one of the last times ... She'd hoped 
they wouldn't quarrel but, as usual, things hadn't worked out as she'd 
planned. After picking her up at work, Hank had kissed her warmly ... even 
more warmly than usual ... and then tried to put his hand up between her 
legs. And for the hundredth time she'd barely managed to push him off her 
virginal young body before it was too late for both of them. Now she eyed 
her clothing and noticed that her top two blouse buttons were undone. Her 
long blonde hair was slightly mussed and streamed down the front of her 
ruffled blouse to frame her ripely jutting young breasts as they rose and 
fell with her emotions. 

"Darn him!" she whispered to herself. It hadn't been something she wanted to 
do, but there'd been no alternative to refusing to sleep with him. If she 
gave in, it'd mean risking her self-respect. Besides, after fighting Hank 
off for two months, it'd be foolish to give in just before he left.... 

"Excuse me, dear," she heard a female voice behind her, "But I'd like to use 
that mirror." 

Nancy gave her hair two rapid strokes, dropped her comb in her purse, and 
moved aside to let the woman have the mirror. Hank was waiting outside in 
his car, where he'd gone as soon as they finished eating. Now he'd drive her 
home. Then, after next weekend, she wouldn't see him again for a month-or 
perhaps ever she decided as she pushed through the ladies' room door and 
re-entered the restaurant. She'd dated no one but Hank Jones for the last 
two months. They'd spoken of marriage, but realistically she couldn't see 
marrying him, at least not when her career was just getting started. Still 
she didn't want to lose him. Her thoughts were troubled as she maneuvered 
through cars in the parking lot before she saw the taillights of Hank's 
Plymouth winking like bloodshot eyes in the darkness. He seemed in a good 
enough mood now, and greeted her with a chummy kiss when she slid into the 
front seat. 

"All's forgiven," he said. He gunned the engine, and the snappy car lurched 
out onto the Central State Thru way. Moments later, they were one with the 
heavy end-of-the-weekend traffic. 

"So, you're forgiving me now," she said. "I thought it was up to me to 
forgive you. " 

Hank ignored the barb. "What time you gotta be at work tomorrow morning?" he 
smiled. "I thought we might drive around for a while...." 

Oh God, he's beginning all over. He's going to try to park again! Nancy held 
her breath as her boyfriend darted his car around a tractor-trailer in front 
of them. "Well, it's going to be a big day. I'd better get home right away," 
she said. 

"You're crazy about that new job, aren't you?" 

"Now, hold on ... you know I've been planning for this for over two years," 
she said, fearing another argument about her new job. 

"It's one thing to study criminology in college," he laughed derisively, 
"and another ... well, it doesn't seem right, a sexy girl like you taking a 
dangerous job as a cop!" 

"That's not what it is. A plainclothes policewoman is what I am ... besides, 
it's not at all dangerous!" 

"My ass it's not dangerous!" he swore loudly. "You're a sitting duck for 
every gangster walking the streets." 

"I'd hardly call the Rockdale Shopping Mall a breeding ground for violent 
crime!" she said. 

"It's happening everywhere!" He made a gesture that included the constant 
flow of cars on the thruway around them. 

"I don't think that's what you're mad about anyway," she said when they'd 
passed a camper. "You're angry because I won't go to bed with you." 

"Maybe I am!" 

"You love me, don't you, Hank?" she asked. 

"Yes, sure, I guess I do." 

"Then, please try to understand my values. Maybe it seems old-fashioned to 
you, but...." 

"How long has it been ... three weeks? A month?.:. since I asked you up to 
my apartment?" 

"Why can't you wait until we're married?" she said brusquely. 

"There you go again ... like a broken record!" Hank was getting angrier by 
the second. 

"All right, let's stop the car," Nancy said oh an impulse, not even sure 
herself what was on her mind. Maybe she could find a way to please him and 
still not go all the way. 

"Right here ... on the thruway!" 

"No, dummy...." she giggled. "Why don't we go to my house?" 

Hank was in such a fluster he had trouble keeping his eyes on the road. 
Nancy had constantly changed her mind during the past month and he'd learned 
not to keep his hopes very high. Nevertheless, he was optimistic about 
tonight; his blonde girlfriend couldn't hold out much longer without losing 
him, and she knew it. He was sure Nancy would give in on one of the two 
issues that always started a fight between them: she'd forget about her 
detective woman's job, or she'd come across for him in bed. 

He turned off the thruway down Westfield Lane toward Nancy's duplex 
apartment. The streets were empty now, and the lights had gone off in most 
houses on her block. Her place was set back behind some tall maples. On 
either side of the modern one-story house, older homes were out-lined by the 
pale night sky. 

"Okay, thanks," she smiled as he brought the Plymouth to a screeching halt 
in the gravel drive. 

"Wait a minute. What do you think you're doing?" he said as she pushed open 
the car door. 

"This is my house...." 

"I know it's your house ... remember, you promised me something when you 
told me to bring you over here...." 

She closed the door again, and searched in her purse for a cigarette. "I've 
decided against it, Hank." 

"You bitch," he said softly. 

"Wait, just a second," she said, nervously lighting a cigarette. 

"I've been waiting nearly two months, and I'm fed up." 

"Well...." 

Hank reached down and adjusted the seat so that it slid back about a foot, 
putting her at a 45-degree angle to his body. He glanced around and saw a 
light go on in the top floor of the apartment house across the street. 
"Who's that?" he said. 

"Probably Mrs. Jacobs ... she keeps an eye out for me," Nancy said. 

"You've got nosy neighbors.". He looked angrily at the tiny pinpoint of her 
cigarette glowing in the dark. 

"Why'd you push the seat back?" she asked, knowing the answer, but trying to 
stall for time. 

"I thought we might as well make ourselves comfortable," the dark-haired 
young man explained. "If you're through smoking that weed, you can slide 
over here a little closer...." 

Nancy put out her cigarette in the dashboard ashtray and eased over toward 
her boyfriend. She could tell he wanted her badly, but she didn't know what 
she could do about it. "Fifteen minutes," she said nervously, "then I should 
go in. Mrs. Jacobs has got binoculars out by now." 

"Aw, come on, it's not like you're some innocent college kid, Nancy." He 
slipped his arm onto the seat behind her. "You've got the needs of a grown 
woman." 

"Thank you, Dr. Jones," she replied. "But I am still a virgin!" 

He dropped his hand coyly onto her shoulder-gingerly, as if waiting for some 
signal that it was all right. He'd tried to pet her some before they'd gone 
to the restaurant and that had started a row, but now they'd worked out a 
temporary truce. She didn't tense at his touch so Hank relaxed. Maybe he'd 
get what he wanted after all, he thought. 

He pulled his long-haired girlfriend a little closer to his side, easing his 
hand down over her shoulder and along her upper arm, making the soft little 
blonde hairs stand on end as he gently stroked her naked flesh. Nancy knew 
what he was up to and was anticipating it; his large strong hand felt good 
on her skin, and it made her excited to have Hank caressing her. Now his 
hand was stroking her bare arm from her shoulder down to her wrist, his 
fingertips brushing against her full firm breast as his hand slid along her 
suntanned skin. Then unexpectedly he eased his fingers beneath the lushly 
curving mound, tenderly stroking the side of her breast beneath her sweater. 

Nancy could feel a forbidden pleasure tingling through her young innocent 
body as his hand worked its way around over her resilient breast, gently 
massaging the sensitive flesh in his strong grip. She tried to pretend not 
to notice, but his fingers deftly tweaking her budding nipple were as much 
as she could stand. She'd felt the same lust-arousing sensation earlier and 
had blocked it out, but now it was returning, and more insistently this 
time. She looked up to make sure Mrs. Jacobs had gone back to bed, then 
turning her head, she met her boyfriend's lips in a tight, warm embrace, her 
tongue slipping between his teeth into his mouth and probing hungrily as the 
smooth flicking desire began to well up inside her. 

Pleased at the response he was getting, Hank turned her toward him and 
slipped his right hand around her body and inside her blouse to squeeze her 
brassiere-less breast, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. With his 
other hand, he finished unbuttoning her blouse, letting her nakedly upthrust 
breasts swell free like twin snow-capped peaks, their cream-like whiteness 
shining in sharp contrast to the rich brown tan on the rest of her body. 

Their lips parted and before Nancy could protest, Hank quickly lowered his 
head to her quivering young breasts, fastening his lips tightly to her tiny 
throbbing nipple. He rolled the pulsing bud wetly around in his mouth, 
avidly licking at the spiked-out tip with his lashing tongue. Nancy could 
feel jolt after jolt of pure sensuous pleasure coursing through her lewdly, 
exposed body, and then suddenly a deep-throated groan slipped from her 
half-open lips. 

"Ooooooooh ... Hank ... stop, please...." Her mind was going crazy with 
conflicting thoughts. Her young woman's body was urging her on, begging for 
more as the heat of desire slowly fanned into searing flames deep inside her 
wildly trembling belly. She remembered their arguement about her new job, 
and realized that it was selfish for her to be stubborn about giving herself 
to the man she loved when she was about to embark on a career he disapproved 
of ... Yet, it all seemed terribly crazy. She doubted she'd see Hank very 
much after he moved, and here he was actually contemplating making love to 
her for the first time in the two months they'd gone together! 

She squirmed on the seat, unconsciously contracting her buttocks as the 
delicious agony seared from her tongue-whipped breasts down to the very 
center of her untried pussy. "Ooooooh, oooooooh," she moaned softly. 

Hank was going wild with desire as he nibbled on her naked young breasts. 
They were rising and falling in silvery allure in the light from the shining 
moon, and beneath the mouth-wateringly full mounds, her tanned body tapered 
down to a narrow hand-span waist and then disappeared beneath her 
micro-miniskirt. Below the skirt flared the pale warmth of her trimly 
tapering thighs, and he lowered one hand to their beckoning softness, 
forcing her fear-clenched legs apart. But, afraid of her own longing, she 
clamped her thighs forcefully shut again around his hand. 

Nancy moaned as the flesh-trapped hand moved upward under her skirt and made 
contact with the tight elastic legband of her white bikini panties. His 
fingers rubbed her passion-heated cunt through the nearly transparent nylon, 
pulling her swollen pussy-lips apart under the material by inadvertent tugs 
on the tender pubic hairs escaping around her narrow crotchband. Finally, 
she could hold her legs together no longer, and as they parted, Hank's hand 
slipped eagerly up under the tight restraining legband at the top of her 
thigh, feeling the warm pulsing dampness inside. His fingers caressed the 
delicate folds of her sparsely hair-covered cuntal flesh, rubbing 
maddeningly back and forth over her sensitive little clitoris and driving 
the groans from deep in her chest. 

"No ... Hank ... this is enough, please noooo...." She moaned helplessly for 
him to stop, but nothing could hold her lust-hungry boyfriend back now. He 
pushed her micro-skirt up around her waist, and looked down at her 
invitingly spread thighs, and the faintest soft bulge of her pussy. Her 
pubic hair spilled from around her skimpy white panty crotchband in teasing 
blonde wisps, and he gasped with dangerously mounting desire. He could see 
his own hand beneath the sheer panty fabric, caressing her warm wet vaginal 
lips, and it sent a wild shiver of arousal through his rapidly hardening 
cock. 

Returning to suck hungrily on her tiny erect nipple, Hank slipped his hand 
down along her moistening pussy slit, gently tickling the soft blonde hairs 
and working his fingers back under her buttocks until he reached her 
puckered little anus. He teased his extended middle finger at the tautly 
clenched opening, but she pulled his hand back away...."Ohhh ... God no," 
her voice trailed off into soft murmurs of protest. 

Christ! His cock was straining madly against his undershorts, standing up as 
thick and hard as a tree-trunk beneath his pants. He tried to push it down 
with his free hand so she wouldn't be frightened by his obvious arousal but 
it wouldn't relent. His penis was rock-hard with an excitement that had been 
building inside him since he'd first noticed Nancy Mullins in a college 
classroom; it was swollen far too big to be pushed back out of sight. 

Through her passion-dimmed eyes Nancy noticed it too. She'd never really 
looked at his erection, and it fascinated her that his penis could grow so 
large in such a short time. It looked like his cock would burst through his 
pants at any second! 

"Now ... take it easy, baby," Hank said, gathering courage to make his next 
move. "I want you to put your hand on my prick ... just touch it and see how 
it feels." 

He held Nancy's hand and squeezed it reassuringly for a moment, then guided 
it toward the bulge of his eagerly pulsating cock. She held back at first, 
but the obscene mound was hypnotizing; finally, she allowed him to place her 
hand gently on the material covering his lengthening pole of male flesh. She 
could feel his stiffening penis swell beneath her touch, and she gave it a 
weak squeeze. His cock seemed to double in size inside the tight curve of 
her tiny hand-so big her encircling fingers could scarcely reach around it. 
With a little coaching from his guiding hand, she began to stroke his penis 
timidly through his slacks, running her fingers up and down its hardened 
length as it pounded with lewd excitement. She looked down and could see the 
bulge swelling to even greater dimensions as she clasped her moving fingers 
more firmly around it.... 

"Wow, that's right ... jerk on me like that," Hank said. He closed his eyes, 
savoring the feel of her small hand rubbing tenderly along the length of his 
rigidly throbbing hardness, still restrained by his pants. There was a 
widening damp spot marking his cock-head as his pre-cum impatiently oozed 
its stickiness onto the fabric. 

He fumbled with his zipper, tugging at it angrily as it refused to open, and 
then finally got it down. Reaching inside he brought out his lengthy rod of 
flesh into the open, bending his massive member painfully to get it out over 
his jockey shorts and into the open. 

Nancy tried not to look at first, but her curiosity got the better of her 
and she glanced down cautiously at his cock-shaft jerking crazily in her 
grasping hand. His penis was longer and thicker than she'd have guessed and 
much bigger around. For two months she'd thought next to nothing about 
it-only now did she wonder how girls got such huge things up inside their 
little vaginas ... his penis looked big enough to split her belly in half! 

"Christ! That's so good, Nancy!" her boyfriend whispered, teasing his middle 
finger hopefully at the tight, moist passage of her pussy as she stroked his 
heatedly pulsating cock. Ever so slowly he parted the soft resilient cuntal 
flesh, and then eased his extended middle finger up into her hungrily 
nibbling opening. Nancy's pussy was wonderfully tight and hot, and as he 
worked his finger up farther inside he encountered the taut-skinned barrier 
of her maidenhead, the fragile obstacle he hoped to smash to smithereens 
before the night was over! 

His blonde girlfriend twisted and squirmed on the cool car seat beneath him, 
moaning out her passion as her fingers still clasped his naked penis. The 
silky dampness from her warm wet vaginal depths spread out over his palm, 
soaking her panty crotchband with her warm lust-juices that were beginning 
to flow down between her legs in excited rivulets. 

"Ooooooo ... Hank, honey ... that feels so good ... so darn gooodd!" Nancy 
purred her approval in his ear. 

He'd forgotten her nakedly trembling breasts for the moment, but now, gave 
them both a long nibbling kiss, sending chills of delirious delight racing 
through her young tormented body. Then he hooked his thumb into her tight 
panty waistband, and worked her panties down over her girlishly rounded 
buttocks and down to her knees. Her hand stopped him there. 

"No, Hank ... please ... we can't!" 

But her curly-haired boyfriend, uncaring in his lust, jerked her hand away 
and snapped her flimsy panties in half, ripping the delicate fabric apart as 
he pulled them down her long kicking legs and tossed them in a useless heap 
on the car floor. 

"Hank! Look what you've done! You've ripped my panties!" she struggled to 
get free. 

Suddenly he had her back pushed defenselessly down on the seat and was 
fighting to force her clenching legs apart with his knee, using it like a 
wedge between her tightening thighs. "Hank...." 

"You're acting like a baby," he reprimanded her. 

"But we've never ... I mean...." 

His lips brushed against Nancy's mouth, his tongue darting wetly between her 
parted lips. His kiss felt so good she could hardly fight him now ... and 
she tongue-kissed him back. Then, looking down, she saw Hank groping at his 
slacks. He quickly tugged them down around his knees, then again shoved her 
helplessly resisting thighs wide apart so he could squirm his naked loins 
right up to her virginal pussy hole in between them. 

The anger and fear suddenly drained out of her, Nancy gazed numbly to her 
boyfriend kneeling between her splayed-out thighs, his long thick penis 
wagging in its fore-skinned hardness. Naked, his cock looked obscenely 
virile, she thought. Two blue veins traced down its throbbing length, and 
the tiny slit at the end cradled a single clear drop of excited male semen. 
He shifted on the car seat and Nancy felt his bulbously throbbing cock-head 
touch her legs. 

"Oooooooo ... I don't know, Hank," she said, half-astonished at its solid 
hardness searing against her shaking thigh. Her voice was saying no, but her 
mind was screaming for it! Oh God, how she wanted his penis! 

Hank Jones's mind went rampant as he crawled up between the young blonde's 
widespread legs. He hadn't been this turned-on for as long as he could 
remember. In spite of her virginal protests, her thighs seemed to be trying 
to suck him up into her hungering womb. And he could feel his cock still 
growing as he held Nancy's hand clenched tightly around his aching penile 
shaft. 

"Now, pull on it gently," he said as she gave a tentative squeeze, "Nice and 
easy ... now faster, faster," he grunted as her hand caressed his crazily 
throbbing penis. 

"Now bring it up to your cunt," he said. 

"God, Hank ... no...." 

"You heard me, Nancy!" 

Hank levered himself onto his knees and pulled roughly up between the 
vulnerable softness of her wide-splayed thighs. Scared not to obey him, his 
girlfriend drew his impatient penis in to just below her blonde-fringed 
pussy-lips, her hand still circling his fleshy hardness and jerking it 
rapidly up and down. 

"God, I-I...." she sputtered. 

The panting girl's free arm wrapped around his back to pull his chest down 
against her nipple-hardened young breasts. 

"Christ ... shit...." Hank sighed as he fumbled with his insanely beating 
cock, trying to find her tight little cuntal mouth. Though he'd made love to 
other girls before and during his relationship with Nancy, the thought of 
finally actually fucking her made him feel as inexperienced as the girl now 
bucking and tossing beneath him on the car seat, attempting to get his long 
male hardness up inside her virginal pussy. 

"Oooooh, I'm so excited, Hank-yessss, I want you to do it to meeee!" Nancy 
moaned. Her long legs curled up around his hips and her heels dug into his 
tautly muscled buttocks as she thrust her aroused loins up at him in brazen 
invitation. She hadn't expected to react like this ... she'd thought of 
making love to him as a duty, a penalty required to hold her boyfriend, but 
now it had become an obscene compulsion. She just had to get his long hard 
penis up in her cock-starved young pussy! 

"Christ ... yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, babe!" Hank said. He had to find her 
moist little cunt and get his aching cock up inside her before his welled-up 
cum exploded all over her squirming thighs. 

She raised her head and kissed him lewdly on the mouth. Her lips made wet 
smacking sounds as she sucked his tongue slipperily between her nibbling 
lips. She could feel the enormous turgid heat surging in his cum-expanding 
balls as he squeezed his buttocks tightly together to hold back the hot 
liquid flow that was about to burst from his jerking penis. 

"Now ... fuck ... me ... nowwwwww!" Nancy tightened her passion-strained 
legs around his lower back. 

He thrust forward, but Nancy moved inexperiencedly back down against the car 
cushions. He pushed again and this time his bloated cock-head brushed 
heavily against her erotically swollen cuntal lips. She jerked her hips 
beneath him, trying to capture his wildly throbbing penis deep in her 
sex-starved little belly...."Oooooooh, please do it to meeeee!" she cried, 
excitedly squeezing her legs tight across his back. 

Hank counted to himself, trying to stave off what was only a matter of 
seconds away ... but it was useless. 

"Aaaaaagh!" he sputtered. "I'm sorry ... Nancy, shit, I'm too damn excited!" 

"Noooo, please, not yet, too soon, you're too soon! I need you inside me!" 

She tried to stop what was happening, knowing full well that all her efforts 
were useless. This was her .first time ... she'd muddled indecisively 
through the evening, and when she'd finally made up her mind to let him fuck 
her, Hank had gotten too darn excited! 

"Screw it ... shit!" he shouted angrily. 

Suddenly like an exploding grenade his hotly throbbing cock gave forth with 
a barrage of wild liquid spurts that sprayed out over Nancy's helpless 
blonde pussy mound and flooded wetly down her frustratedly churning 
buttocks. She could feel his wet jism streaming down the backs of her 
thighs, then flowing onto the car seat in a warm wet puddle of unfulfilled 
lust. 

"Oooooh," his voice trailed off as his aching load geysered in one final 
spurt, then oozed in a dripping trickle from the tip of his rubbery, 
still-pulsating penis.... 

Nancy ground her teeth together in disappointment as his deflating cock 
slipped back from the softness of her trembling thighs. When it was all 
over, Hank wiped his penis with a handkerchief, then tucked it away as he 
pulled his slacks back on. He carefully avoided her eyes, turning his face 
away-waiting for her to say something, but she only looked at him in 
wide-eyed disbelief, unsure of what had happened. 

"I'll call you tomorrow morning," he said, sensing her arranging her clothes 
beside him. He saw her reach down for her tattered panties on the floor and 
shove them into her purse. 

"We'll see about that," she said, half-opening the door. 

"Well, you did enjoy it, didn't you?" 

"How could I not enjoy it?" she admitted. "Still, that doesn't mean I'm not 
ashamed of myself ... and angry with you!" 

"Christ ... now I've heard everything!" he scowled at her. "If you hadn't 
put off screwing for two goddamn months, I wouldn't have cum so fast ... 
that's what you're angry about, isn't it?" 

She was upset about his premature ejaculation, but she didn't want to 
concede that-better that he thought she felt guilty about letting him make 
love to her-after all, she'd almost lost her virginity! 

Suddenly the young recent graduate felt less and less interested in marrying 
Henry Jones.... 

She had a college diploma now, and there was a bright future ahead of her. 
Why ruin it with this kind of hassle? 

"Did you hear me?" he said, his voice rising in anger. 

"I'm a little confused, Hank ... and worried about my job," she said. "I'll 
phone you tomorrow." She stepped out of the car and looked back in the 
window at his angular profile. Then she said, "I mean, you call me in the 
morning before I go to work." 

He flicked on the ignition and turned on the car's headlights. "Look, Nancy 
... I'm sorry," he said. 

"So am I, honey," she smiled apologetically. 

She stood on the grass and watched his blue car back out the drive and turn 
down Westfield toward the thruway, then she strode up the darkened lawn to 
her house. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Nancy stretched her long legs beneath the sheets and yawned. It was eight 
o'clock and she had to be at the detective agency by ten. Now she got out of 
bed, shedding her nightdress from her voluptuously curvaceous body as though 
emerging from a cocoon. She went into the bathroom, glanced uneasily at 
herself in the mirror, then headed for the shower. 

The troubled young blonde didn't want to think. She felt as though she'd 
drunk too much last night in the restaurant, but then remembered it'd been 
Hank who'd consumed most of their bottle of wine. The water, making gushing 
rivulets on her lush nakedness, was cool and soothing. She gently washed her 
breasts, kneading her pert little nipples into comforting erection, and then 
caressed her tangled blonde pubic mound with the washcloth. Unbelievably, 
even after all that had happened last night with her brazen boyfriend, warm 
tingles of excitement seeped along the nerve ends of her skin, and she 
blushed as she stepped quickly onto the bathmat and began drying herself. As 
she toweled her ripely matured body in front of the steamy mirror, she 
admired the gentle curves of her hips and the fullness of her breasts as 
though she'd never really seen how attractive her body was before. 

It must've been letting Hank touch her eager young vagina which had put her 
into this sexy mood ... still, she rarely had such lewd desires as she did 
this morning, and it was hard for her to account for them. 

She stopped toweling herself just as she was about to caress her tingling 
pussy-lips again, donned her robe, and stepped out into her small 
bedroom-living room. It was a bright autumn day and the sun glowed radiantly 
through the gauzy curtains over her bed. She dressed quickly by the 
half-opened window, and went over to the kitchenette to splash some instant 
coffee into a glass and drink it down hurriedly. Then, the phone rang. It 
was Hank. She'd completely forgotten he was going to call this morning. 
Didn't she want to reconsider the detective-woman's job? he asked.... 

"I'm sorry, Hank, I've got to rush," she said, moving with the phone in one 
hand and the long cord trailing behind her to the bed. 

"I'm making an early trip down to Leedstown tomorrow morning," he said. "I 
want to get things set up before I move." 

"Then I won't see you," she said. "It's our last week!" 

"Now wait a minute! I'll be back by Wednesday ... Thursday, at least. We can 
go out this weekend," he paused, then added: "Take care of yourself. 
Remember what I said about those characters...." 

"What characters?'? 

"There's an article about crime in the suburbs in the morning paper. It 
mentions the Rockdale Shopping Mall as a prime area for mugging." 

"Nonsense," she scoffed. 

"It's right here, in the Morning Times, Nancy," he said. 

"I have to get going," she said uneasily. 

"Okay, but it's your funeral," her boyfriend said, and then rung off the 
line. 

It was nine-thirty by the time the pretty blonde mounted the 
Rockdale-Lakeview bus heading in the direction of town. She thought about 
the conversation with Hank ... he wasn't the only one who was against her 
taking the detective job. Both her parents had been in favor of her dropping 
her studies in criminology at the state university, but she'd gone through 
the preparatory curriculum and then scored in the top of her class. Now that 
she'd graduated, she couldn't see changing her plans. She was sincerely 
interested in working in law enforcement, even if the detective agency she'd 
been hired by wasn't the most reputable in the area ... Being female made it 
harder to find a job. Still, she'd decided that she had to begin her career 
somewhere, and the experience at this small agency would benefit her in 
applying for a more prestigious job later on.... 

With these ideas in mind, Nancy stepped out of the packed bus on Appletree 
Road and entered the lobby of the Remington Building. She took a creaky 
elevator to the fourth floor and went to the end of the hall, where her 
employer, Safeway Security, was located. A pretty brunette receptionist 
cheerfully escorted her into Bill Flaxman's office. 

"Good to see you, Nancy," her middle-aged boss glanced up from some paper 
work. "You're looking well this morning...." 

"Thanks," she said, and sat down in an armchair beside his desk. Her 
micro-miniskirt hiked provocatively up her firmly molded thighs, and Flaxman 
didn't miss it. His eyes flicked like small torches to her slender waist, 
and then traced a slow path down over Nancy's deeply tanned legs. 

"Let's see-your assignment begins today at the Rockdale Shopping Mall." He 
leafed through some forms on his desk without taking his eyes off her 
alluring body. "There've been some muggings and shoplifting reported, but 
nothing very serious...." 

"It was in the morning paper," she said. 

"Like I said," he frowned, "it's nothing to be concerned about. The shopping 
center has it's own police force, so it's an easy assignment. Just keep an 
eye out for suspicious-looking types. You'll be given a list of the call 
boxes in the area ... if you chance on anything, don't try to apprehend the 
suspect yourself. Use the call box to notify the uniformed police, and 
they'll make the arrest." 

"Is there anything else?" She tried to hide her first-day nervousness. 

"I don't believe so," he laughed and swept his hand through his thinning 
black hair. "I've seen your school recommendations," he said. "They're 
excellent. But more importantly, you've got a certain ... er ... youthful 
charm that'll fit in well with our outfit." 

She smiled. "I thought perhaps I was too young ... I mean, this is all new 
to me...." 

"You've got to start somewhere," he said, grinning reassuringly. "You've met 
Dale Reilly, haven't you?" 

"Yes," she nodded. Reilly, the chief detective for the agency, had 
interviewed Nancy for the job last week. He was a stockily good-looking man 
who'd worked for Safeway Security for almost ten years. Like Flaxman, Reilly 
made her feel awkward the way he openly raced his eyes over her willowy 
body, but she liked both men, in spite of this. 

"Well, Dale's working on the same assignment ... You'll see him from time to 
time at the security office in Rockdale. If you have any problems, just give 
him a buzz. He's an awful nice guy." 

Flaxman offered to drive her to the shopping mall himself, but Nancy decided 
to take a taxi, even if it was expensive. She needed to be as independent as 
possible, and didn't want to be a burden on anyone in the agency until she 
felt she absolutely needed their help. 

* * * 

Set back from the highway in a valley of quilted farmland, the shopping mall 
first gave the appearance of being quite small. Actually it covered a wide 
area, and Nancy walked around for more than half an hour before she found 
the security office. A young black man at the desk demonstrated the use of 
the call box and gave her a map of police checkpoints, and then the 
attractive blonde was on her own. She was again surprised at the size of the 
shopping complex. It was a city in itself, with a small auxiliary hospital, 
a skating rink, and numerous other civic centers one normally expected to 
find in a large metropolis. 

Nancy spent a few hours familiarizing herself with the various shops and the 
design of streets and malls which seemed to be forever backtracking on one 
another. She'd only come to Rockdale once, and that had been several years 
ago. Since then, the complex of buildings had grown substantially, and she 
found it difficult to memorize every aspect of the place. By late afternoon, 
her feet hurt and her temples throbbed with exhaustion. She'd gotten to bed 
late last night, and must have walked ten miles today, she thought, deciding 
to reward herself with a Coke. 

The refreshment stand was on a busy corner facing the parking lot and a 
men's shoe store. Beyond the row of cars, she could see the rolling hills of 
Jessup County, a barely visible hazy blue in the distance. Nancy lit a 
cigarette and watched a young housewife bustle across the pavement followed 
by a clerk pushing a grocery cart. Catercorner to the shoe store there was a 
modernistic playground with spidery-looking recreation equipment. A fat man 
strolled across the gravel yard, appearing as though he'd rise into the air 
from the force of the red and yellow balloons tied to his wrist. 

This hardly seemed the atmosphere where a serious crime would be committed, 
Nancy thought, and she had to laugh at Hank's concern for her safety. She 
watched some small children climb up a slide, and tumble like dolls down the 
long chute into a pile of soft white sand. About half an hour later, as she 
was getting up to leave, she noticed a young blond man staring at her from 
across the room. He left his half-finished cup of coffee, stood up, and 
followed her to the checkout center. 

"Nice evening," he said, smiling. 

Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed his pinpoint gray eyes staring her 
up and down. He was carrying several packages and wore a casual sweater, 
which caught her eye because of its bright red color. 

Nancy didn't answer, and, moving away from the checkout, she turned in the 
direction of the parking lot and sensed him following behind. Looking 
casually back, she caught his seeking glance. God, how conceited! She 
despised the way certain males believed they had a perfect right to undress 
her with their eyes! 

She decided not to go to the parking lot yet ... Still sensing the young man 
behind her, she walked back to Woolworth's, which was right next to the 
refreshment stand. She found herself in the lingerie department, and bought 
a pair of panty hose. 

"What's the matter, honey?" the chubby woman clerk smiled as Nancy clumsily 
dropped a dollar bill on the counter. 

"I'm fine ... just fine," Nancy peered back at the woman, but as she left 
the dime store, she saw the gray-eyed man waiting in front of the plate 
glass window. 

A little alarmed, Nancy walked quickly away toward her car. She heard the 
footsteps behind her and tried to ignore them, but it was impossible. 

The blond youth sped up till he was walking right beside her. "You going 
down to the parking lot? I saw you about three hours ago. Sure doesn't look 
like you bought much ... that I can tell, anyway." 

Nancy started to say something, but changed her mind. Glancing behind her, 
she noticed they had almost reached the lot. At the far end of the long 
mall, the sunset shone eerily through the coffee-colored windows of the 
Leedstown Insurance building; the huge girders were like the skeleton of an 
enormous bird. 

In a tense voice, the man said: "I was thinking ... uh, you might want to go 
out for a drink ... I'm just passing through. Actually I got five hundred 
miles to drive by tomorrow morning. Don't know no one here." 

"No...." Nancy felt compelled to speak. "I have plans for tonight, thank 
you." 

"Well, then ... maybe I could give you a lift. Anywhere's you want. I ain't 
got much to do," he laughed. 

Nancy felt almost reassured. She realized he must be two or three years 
younger than herself ... There was something awkward, almost pleading about 
the way he'd asked her for a date ... but she didn't even know him! "No, 
really, the bus takes me exactly where I'm going," she nodded goodbye and 
walked away. 

Nancy's bus stop was at the edge of the parking lot. Standing for a good ten 
minutes in the middle of nowhere, she saw a crescent moon rise like a pared 
thumbnail in the evening sky ... and realized it was later than she'd 
thought. The bus was supposed to come down the highway from Rockdale and 
turn around in the shopping mall before heading back to town, but she must 
have missed it. Most of the shops had already closed by the time she'd been 
getting her Coke. The refreshment stand and Woolworth's had certainly locked 
up for the night by now.... 

Because of the young man, Nancy had avoided looking in the direction of the 
parking lot, but now, turning toward the faded sunset, she saw that the lot 
was completely empty ... except for a beaten up Chevy coming in her 
direction. She swallowed hard when she saw the blond man at the wheel. He 
threw open the door on her side and grinned: "C'mon, I'll take you into 
town!" 

His eyes seemed to focus directly on the area of her young vaginal mound. 
Nancy turned away, and his voice broke irritably behind her. "What's the 
matter with you, anyway?" he said. 

She felt suddenly vulnerable, as though she'd been caught naked in a shower 
... She began moving away, feeling a taut, constricting fear in her stomach. 
"I'm waiting for the bus," she said. 

"Hell, the bus just come through here, 'bout a half-hour ago," he said. 

"Well, there'll be another," she said, moving past the side of the early 
model Chevrolet. 

"C'mon, get in the car," he smiled. He had sideburns, she noticed and his 
blond hair was long and slicked-back tight. 

There was nothing for her to do but walk away from the bus stop. As Nancy 
moved up the parking lot in the direction of the highway, she heard his 
engine gun and the car throbbed into motion, and in an instant he was beside 
her. She swerved to her left. In one motion, he threw open the car door, 
reached out, and pulled her into the front seat beside him with one hand 
fisted around her arm. He broke his hold long enough to lock the door from 
the inside, then flicked on the headlights and roared off. Earlier he had 
seemed easygoing, but now his face was pinched with irritation. Moments 
later, he'd exited off the turnpike down a deserted country road, the 
moonlight falling around them like broken glass. 

"You're not going to town!" Nancy said, her voice catching in her throat. 

"Nope. No need to," he grunted. 

"Where...?" 

"I got some other place in mind," he said, chuckling boyishly. "Where we 
won't be interrupted." He reached under the seat and pulled out a half-empty 
bottle of whiskey. 

"Hey, baby, want a drink?" 

"Let me out or I'll jump!" Nancy cried, but she didn't need to look at the 
speedometer to know she really wouldn't. He was going at least seventy. 

They passed several farm houses on the gravel road before he slowed down to 
moderate speed. Desolate corn fields swept by and clumps of trees hunched 
blackly on the racing horizon. Suddenly, the car shot off the side of the 
road and stopped. They were in a clearing where the grass had been freshly 
cut; there was a stone wall on one side and unmown hay stretching as far as 
the eye could see on the other. Nancy looked around-there was not even a 
farmhouse in sight! 

He slid closer to her and unlocked the door on her side. "Okay, blondie, 
let's get out of this buggy," he said, swinging open the door and forcing 
her from the car with him following close behind her. 

Nancy came to her feet in weeds that brushed up against her ankles. He 
tugged on her wrist and pulled her over to the mowed grass, forcing her 
roughly down on the ground. 

Nancy looked up at her kidnapper with wide eyes. The youth was lowering 
himself to his knees. Abruptly, he pushed her down flat on her back on the 
stubby grass, and then fell on his side next to her, his hand swooping down 
and coming to rest on her naked inner thigh below the hem of her 
micro-skirt. 

"What do you think of that?" he challenged her. 

Nancy gulped, staring down at his hand inserted between her clenching legs. 
She clutched at his fingers, frantically trying to pry them loose from her 
shaking thighs. "Please, let me go ... you can't do this," she gasped, but 
he continued stroking his hand upward until it disappeared beneath her 
skirt! His outstretched middle fingers was pressing her white nylon panties 
up against her fearfully trembling pussy! 

"Hell, you'll enjoy it!" he said in an excited voice. 'There ain't nothing 
like fucking a stranger, and no one'll know the difference." He kept on 
lewdly touching her there as he talked. 

"Pleeeeeease!" Nancy cried out when his fingers pinched painfully into the 
soft naked flesh just below her tight elastic panty leg band. 

"What's your name?" He squeezed tighter until finally she spread her legs 
wider and he loosened his grip. 

"Uh ... Nancy...." she said. 

"I'm Johnny," he broke into a smirking grin. "C'mon, open those pretty legs 
wider," he demanded, "wider!" 

She tried to get up from the ground, but the teenager's muscular form lying 
beside her made that impossible. His leg was heavy over hers now and his 
hand held her shoulders pinned to the ground, while his free hand played 
lewdly up under her skirt. Her eyes widened and she looked like a cornered 
cat as he pressed closer. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he forced her 
back flat on the ground and leaned on his elbow up over her. Moonlight 
gleaming dully off the stone wall behind them illuminated the lush curves of 
her helplessly splayed out body; the young man's eyes were roaming over the 
heaving spheres of her breasts and the tanned smoothness of her exposed 
thighs. He breathed down hotly in her face, planting his hand firmly on the 
white nylon triangle covering her pussy mound. 

Nancy's entire body flinched from his obscene touch on her vagina. 
"Oooooooh, let me go! You ... you can't do this!" 

Her hips jerked up once more when his freely groping fingers began to 
squeeze at her yielding young buttock-flesh. Without warning, he grinned 
triumphantly and pulled hard at the tight elastic waistband of her flimsy 
bikini panties. In one violent tug, they were yanked down her thrashing legs 
until they dangled from one slender ankle. 

"Oh, God, no!" Nancy gasped. 

She gaped down at her nakedly exposed cunt and tried to cover her sparse 
blonde pussy hair with her hands, but he forced her hands away. When her 
panties dropped to the ground, she tried to sit up to retrieve them, but he 
used the opportunity to slide his hand under her uplifting buttocks, 
throwing her off balance, and then he began crazily squeezing the fleshy 
full moons together. 

Johnny gloated as she fell back down, "This isn't the first time you ever 
fucked a guy. C'mon, you must've done it lots before!" 

The young virgin turned her head so she wouldn't have to look in the blond 
youth's face. As unbelievable as it seemed, she knew she was going to have 
to submit to him. And shivering at the hard pressure of his pants-enclosed 
penis against her thigh, she was afraid she might enjoy it! God, how often 
had she wondered, when she'd read new stories and had studied the psychology 
of rapists in criminology classes-what did a woman do when she was being 
raped? She'd read that there was often a magnetic attraction between 
assailant and victim that defied understanding; and she feared her interest 
in becoming a woman detective had something to do with an attraction to 
sexual violence! 

Nancy's young abductor's hands moved back up her parted thighs and rested 
just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began 
stroking her naked vaginal flesh. Nancy shuddered and tensed as he circled 
his thick fingers over her wetly glistening pussy. After a nerve-shattering 
few moments, he used his thumb and forefinger to spread her defenselessly 
pulsating cuntal lips and exposed her aroused little clitoris, teasing it 
out to even greater erection with his lewdly extended middle finger. 

"Oh!" The terrified young blonde was motionless with shame. "Oh god, stop! 
Stop!" 

"C'mon," he rasped hoarsely. "Cooperate! Or I'm going to have to get rough 
with you, baby." 

As his massaging fingers continued probing her warmly opening vaginal lips, 
she thought of Hank, and how he'd left her unsatisfied last night. The 
strange thing was, she felt almost as turned-on thinking about being raped 
as she did when her boyfriend made gentle love to her! She suppressed a 
groan as her tingling pussy-lips involuntarily rose up toward his caressing 
fingers. This was impossible! She tried to stifle the lewd exotic sensation 
spreading out through her prickling vaginal area, but she couldn't! This 
morning, she'd felt a telltale sensual excitement which had almost compelled 
her to satisfy herself with her fingers ... and now ... 

"No, pleeeeeease, just leave me alone," she cried. She wished she had 
touched herself up between her legs this morning ... then, perhaps she 
wouldn't feel so turned-on with this complete stranger. 

Johnny didn't answer. He just bent closer in the grass, his hands continuing 
to work luridly over the warmly seeping flesh of her responding pussy; "Now, 
reach down and take out my cock!" 

"Goddamnit! Do it!" he said and coursed his stiffened fingers more firmly 
over her pulsing vaginal flesh. 

Soft ecstatic ripples spread through her unwillingly reacting body, building 
to a pleasure so intense that Nancy relaxed her thighs further before she 
realized it. Then, like some mindless love-slave, she turned to Johnny, 
stretched out one trembling hand, and obediently began stroking the long 
thick bulge straining visibly beneath his pants. 

"Daaaaaammmmmmmmm! Your hand on my prick feels so fucking good," he groaned, 
pivoting his cloth-bound hardness closer to her stroking fingers. 

He pressed his body up against the young blonde virgin, rubbing his penis 
impatiently against her thigh as she struggled with his zipper. She gripped 
the metal clasp and then, closing her eyes, slowly slid it down. His jockey 
shorts sprang out instantly in the open "vee" of his pants, bulging with the 
obscene thrust of his pounding cock. "Oh, shit! Go on, squeeze it, touch it 
... that's what a prick's made for!" 

Fearfully, Nancy moved her hands down inside the waistband of his shorts 
until she felt his pulsating male hardness leap up eagerly into the 
glove-tight warmth of her hand. She squeezed tentatively, while he pulled at 
his underwear, tugging his shorts and slacks halfway down his legs. He 
kicked them both off along with his shoes and socks and crawled up over her 
spread-eagled young body. His virilely thick penis stood out only inches 
above her naked abdomen, the head swollen angrily with lust and its skin 
stretched so tight it seemed to shine in the dull moonlight. 

The sudden awareness of what this total stranger was getting ready to do 
sent a streak of terror racing through Nancy's half-exposed young body. 

"I got to get you naked ... so I can fuck you," he hissed, staring down 
excitedly at her. 

"Please ... no ... take me back to town before it's too late...." 

The desire-driven youth ignored her tearful response; he tore off her 
blouse, then yanked her micro-skirt completely down over her whitely 
quivering hips and thighs. Unclasping her white nylon brassiere, he exposed 
her proudly thrusting, pink-nippled breasts and stared panting at them. 
"Holy Christ," he muttered and tossed her brassiere to the ground, still 
gaping hungrily at her goose-bumped little nipples. 

Her abductor tore his sweater and shirt off his head, then lowered his hips 
over her belly and began grinding his penis up against her nakedly 
defenseless vagina, rubbing his lust-swollen cock-tip against the delectable 
wet lips of her warm virginal cunt. With his heavy blood-engorged shaft he 
traced a tantalizing path up and down her helplessly lubricating pussy slit, 
teasing at it until her moist cuntal layers parted and his long fleshy 
hardness fit snug within her soft vaginal furrow. 

"Damn ... Nancy ... you sure feel good," Johnny ground his cock slowly and 
steadily lengthwise between her flowering pussy-lips. He slid relentlessly 
back and forth over her moistening cuntal crevice, fomenting a warm glowing 
sensation that spread from her sensitive little clitoris down through her 
swollen pussy-lips and up into her dilating vaginal passage. Nancy fought in 
vain against the torment of his lust-bloated cock rubbing lewdly against her 
helpless cunt, fought with all her might against surrender to it. But she 
knew he was only seconds away from taking her virginity-just moments from 
thrusting his long hard shaft of male flesh deep up into her unused belly! 
And she wanted it! 

"Noooooo, for God's sakes, Johnny," she cried out his name for the first 
time, "pleeeeeeeease don't!" 

Her hips moved in frantic little circles, rotating around his cock that 
rubbed so tormentingly against her hungering pussy. Then, hurriedly he 
raised her knees until they were locked in place around his naked hips. His 
strong legs teased against the soft-fleshed backs of her thighs, expanding 
the lewd sensation in her virginal pussy down through the tingling nerve 
endings along her legs. 

"Ooooooooooh," she cried, trying to pull her heels from behind his knees, 
but he wouldn't let her. "Nooooo, Goddddd, no oh, God, nooooo!!!!" Her words 
were smothered as he crushed his open mouth down into hers, splurging his 
tongue roughly into her hot oral shelter, while obscene excited sounds 
escaped from between his lips. 

She gyrated her frightened young cunt down from his lengthening hardness, 
trying to get his penis away from her dangerously vulnerable vagina. "No, 
please don't put it in meeeeee!" she cried as he sucked wetly on her lips 
and his tongue wormed deeper into her mouth. 

Suddenly, Johnny was looking down at her voluptuously firm breasts jiggling 
lewdly over her ribs as she fought him, and heaving with each gasp, each 
uncontrollable sigh from Nancy. 

"Okay, baby," he said, "you ready for it?" 

She gulped. No, god, no, he couldn't do it, but there was nothing to stop 
him now! "Oh ... pleeeeeeeease, don't do it to meeeeeee!" She tried once 
again to draw her hips away from his long hard cock, but she was hopelessly 
pinned to the ground. 

Her abductor reached down between their sweat-soaked bodies and, grasping 
his excitedly hardening penis, positioned the lust-inflated tip right above 
the tight little opening to her virginal cunt. 

"What do you want me to do? Go on say it!" 

"Huh...." 

"C'mon, tell me you want it!" 

"No, no, I don't want you to put it up inside me," she said. 

"Yeah ... you do! You want me to fuck you! You want me to put my cock in 
your tight little pussy and fuck you till you scream!" 

He placed his huge rubbery cock-head against her involuntarily dilated pussy 
hole and paused for a moment to gather his force. Then he nuzzled the 
throbbing tip-end in a teasing semi-circle around her unused cuntal mouth 
till the resisting elastic rim suddenly gave way to v accept him! With one 
mighty thrust he shoved his hips forward, and his long burgeoning member 
sluiced brutally up into her defenseless vagina. 

"Uuggggggghhhhhh!" Nancy groaned, her mouth opening and closing fish-like, 
her tongue running over her moistly contorting lips. 

God, how it hurt! His blood-thickened penis was striking now at the taut 
membrane of her maidenhead, and she struggled on the grass, the excrutiating 
pain suddenly too much. Then she felt her hymen give way up inside her 
cock-smashed cunt, and her body went slack. He'd done it! She was no longer 
a virgin! Now his virilely thick cock lunged forward into her fiercely 
clenching vagina, filling her completely, brimming out at its base from her 
clinging pussy-lips and forcing her snug-fitting little cunt wider than she 
had ever dreamed possible! 

"Oooooooh, noooooo!" she moaned as his sperm-bloated balls slapped harshly 
against her upturned buttocks. Her jerking cunt opened wetly for him as the 
vicious thrust of his loins drove her separating young thighs farther apart. 
The length and thickness of Johnny's cock was even greater than she had 
imagined when she first plucked it from his open fly. 

"Oh!" she gasped up at him, suddenly more frightened than she'd ever been in 
her life. 

Now, the muscular stranger was slipping his hands under her frantically 
churning ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand! She 
stiffened fearfully as he squeezed and fondled her clenching buttocks, 
letting her resilient flesh ooze like bread-dough around his hands. Then 
slowly and methodically she felt him slide one hand toward her tight little 
anus and rest his out-stretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above 
the tiny puckered opening. "No!" she cried. 

Johnny felt her buttocks tense up beneath his hands when his probing 
fingertip nudged her interfolded anal ring, and then felt her snap back with 
her entire naked body, inadvertently impaling herself on his finger. With a 
sudden thrusting stab, he pushed his finger deep into her tight rectal 
opening, feeling her soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack. 

"Aaaaaaaaaargh," she squealed up at him, thrashing her eagerly pumping 
ass-cheeks around in his cupping hands. "No ... oh, God, no!" 

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Johnny pushed again, "Jesus!" he grunted in satisfaction 
as she came down hard on his hand with her ass-cheeks, unwittingly assisting 
him in his outrageous attack against her defenseless rectum. 

The young man had lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle 
within Nancy's tight rubbery anus. 

He wormed it around in her warm buttery flesh, curling his fingertip so he 
could feel the ridge of his heatedly pistoning penis through the thin 
membrane that separated her two passages. Nancy rotated her buttocks back 
onto his obscenely skewering finger. Startled gasps bubbled from her 
contorted lips as, terrorized, she frantically jerked her palpitating cunt 
up and down on his long thick cock. His lewd dual invasion had pinioned her 
so tightly that each movement she made only sent her into wild new spasms of 
agony. 

"Oooooooo, God, no, no!" she groaned. Her vaginal passage was moistening 
rapidly, while her rectum was suddenly filled with two of the teenager's 
stiffened fingers thrusting in and out in lewd rhythmic accompaniment to his 
rampaging cock. 

Johnny pulled back his head so he could watch the innocent young blonde's 
crimsoning face in the moonlight. It was something he didn't want to 
miss-the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to him. 
"Oooooooo, no, NO!" she was begging as though she were close to death, but 
he knew she'd soon give in to him! 

Wet smacking sounds reverberated through the night's stillness, echoing back 
into Nancy's consciousness. Dimly, she was aware of her rapist's actions, 
but even now she could hardly believe it. 

Her struggling young body was slick with perspiration. Even the area above 
her nakedly jiggling breasts was wet, and her whitely rippling belly and the 
sloping area above her pussy were soaked with her liquid passions that 
spilled out against her will in an unending flow from her helplessly 
secreting cunt. As his sperm-heavy balls slapped down hard on the moist 
crevice between her rotating ass-cheeks, she could feel even more excited 
secretions pulsing without her control from her no longer virginal vagina. 
In her mind she could visualize every lewd detail of what this man was doing 
to her-his two outstretched fingers fucking far up into her tightly 
stretched rectum merged with his thick gorging penis until his two skewering 
shafts became one impaling sword, one long rigidity raping her entire young 
body! 

"Oh ... don't, please, don't!" she whimpered into his tousled blond hair. 
She feared he was nearing orgasm as he swung her gripping thighs higher up 
around his back, forcing her buttocks to wave freakishly from side to side 
as he spiraled his ravaging cock in and out of her undulating cunt. 

Nancy gasped and then stiffened. "Oh, please don't cum in me...." 

But Johnny hardly heard a word she was saying. He could feel the hot thick 
sperm massed in the reservoir of his balls, churning as his testicles beat a 
tattoo against her nakedly upraised buttocks. He thrust his tongue almost to 
her throat, and with desperate kneading hands he clutched her buttocks and 
drew her writhing pelvis up hard against his battering loins, slamming his 
semen-spewing penis as far as it would go into her helplessly receiving 
cunt. 

"Ooooooohh, no! No ... nooooooo!" Nancy moaned in despair at the fiery 
sensation of his scalding jets of cum. She could feel the turgid, pulsating 
head of his cock suddenly flare to a hugeness that threatened to mangle her 
inner organs, bursting with a force to flood right up into her throat! 

His hot impatient sperm continued to squirt violently up inside her virginal 
belly. She could feel his seething cum shooting into her with the consuming 
force of molten fire, sloshing around in her still throbbing cunt like a 
pool of boiling hot lava. 

God! She hoped he wouldn't make her pregnant! That was her only thought as 
he continued to shoot the last of his semen up between her wide-held legs. 
Then, trembling, he fell on top of her, panting heavily for several moments, 
before he finally lifted off. "Don't move," he said. 

She lay on her back in the grass and watched him pull on his underwear, 
slacks, and his red sweater. She saw the flash of his blond hair and she 
kept her eyes fearfully on him ... what was going to happen? Would he kill 
her? 

"What are you going to do to me?" she said. She lay with her face to the 
side, her full young breasts shivering with fear. 

"I don't know," he sounded irritated with her now, and at the same time 
confused. "Maybe if you keep your mouth shut, I won't lay another finger on 
you." 

"I'll do anything ... anything you like," she said. She waited for his 
answer. Then, seconds later, she heard his car spitting gravel as it turned 
down the country road. 

Nancy hadn't thought of checking his license number, and now she was aware 
what a fool she'd been. At least she could have remembered that. When she 
went to the police, she suddenly realized, she'd have no way of identifying 
her assailant, or proving she hadn't given herself willingly to the 
rapacious teenager. All she could show was that she'd made love with 
someone, which was certainly different than demonstrating explicitly that 
she'd been forcibly molested. 

The shaken young blonde dressed quickly, then went out to the road. In 
unseen fields behind her, the cry of an owl shattered the night's stillness. 
She began walking down the road. When she got home, she would have to call 
Dale Reilly immediately. The mere idea filled her with dread. In a way, 
informing her employers that she'd failed the first day on the job was 
almost ... though not quite ... as bad as what had already happened, she 
thought she headed toward the highway. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Nine o'clock that evening, and Nancy was at home, staring out the window. 
The shrubbery on the front lawn took on menacing shapes. A slight wind 
stirred in the skeletal branches of the old maple, and she felt a shudder go 
through her exhausted body. She was trying to work up enough courage to call 
her boss, Dale Reilly, and now, passing the sofa, she fumbled nervously in 
her purse for the detective's number. Since she'd arrived home a half-hour 
ago, after hitching a ride into town from an elderly woman driver, she'd had 
three Scotches. Now she sipped a fourth drink and remembered that her 
co-worker, Dale Reilly, had instructed her to contact him if she ever had 
trouble ... but neither of them would have guessed it might happen so soon, 
she thought as she picked up the receiver. 

Reilly answered the phone. 

"Dale ... this is Nancy Mullins," she said. 

"Nancy...." he sounded confused. "Oh, yes, how you doing, Miss Mullins?" 

She clinked the ice in her glass. "Not so good, actually. I just got home 
... I ... I was raped by a man after work ... at the mall. What do you think 
I should do?" 

"Christ ... have you called the police?" 

"No." 

"That's good. Nancy, you better get a taxi and come over here." 

"I guess I should clean up," she said, helplessly. 

"Yes ... clean up ... but hurry!" he said. 

An hour later, after a soothing bath and a change of clothes, the young 
novice detective scooted across the yard into the back seat of a waiting 
cab. Quickly, the taxi headed to the main thoroughfare of downtown Rockdale 
which was like an avenue in a besieged foreign city: most of the stores were 
boarded up, having moved their premises to the shopping mall during the past 
year. Nancy closed her eyes at the thought of the mall and what had happened 
to her there this evening as they cruised toward the fashionable Collier 
Heights section of Rockdale. 

It seemed that everything she'd hoped for during the last year of college-a 
promising career, and a meaningful relationship with a man-had been 
destroyed in the past few hours. Her boyfriend Hank, whom she sensed was 
really sort of a prude deep down inside, would never understand if she told 
him what had happened tonight. Then, there were her straitlaced parents, 
neither of whom would comprehend, even in this most extenuating of 
circumstances, how she'd gotten into such an obscene situation. She 
remembered one occasion when she was just fifteen and had brought home a 
boyfriend, Jamey Phillips. Her mother and father had gone out for the 
evening and she and Jamey sat down on the porch swing, watching the 
fireflies make tiny explosions in the darkness. 

The teenage boy had stroked and petted her girlishly budding breasts up 
under her blouse till she thought she'd go out of her mind with excitement, 
then he'd persuaded young Nancy to let him touch her adolescent little 
pussy. At first, Nancy protested then, sure, that her parents wouldn't be 
home for a while, she permitted the boy to unzipper her jeans and fondle her 
wetly excited vagina through her panties. She and Jamey were so turned-on 
neither of them had had any experience with sex before-that when the elder 
Mullinses pulled up in their car in the driveway, the youngsters hardly 
noticed. Suddenly, her father stormed onto the front porch. On seeing her 
father, Nancy hastily rearranged her half-unbuttoned blouse, and crossed her 
legs over her open zipper, but not before Mr. Mullins understood what was 
going on. For a week after the incident, neither her mother nor her father 
spoke more than a word to young Nancy, She was virtually ostracized from the 
family, save when they took their meals together in angry silence. 

Recalling how insensitive her parents had been to her needs when she was a 
teenager, Nancy doubted very much that they'd show any more sympathy now 
that she again required their complete understanding. Outside the cab, the 
tree-lined streets of Collier Heights signalled to the blonde detective 
woman that they were approaching the chief detective's home. The cab slowed 
down, then stopped in front of a ranch-style dwelling. She paid the cabbie, 
and as she got out, saw Dale Reilly standing at his front door. 

Instead of looking at him as she entered, Nancy glimpsed herself in the hall 
mirror. She looked as fresh and pretty as she had only her second day on the 
new job. Behind her, Dale, a loosely fitting plaid bathrobe revealing his 
stocky form, was holding a drink. He trailed her into the large living room, 
handed her a glass, and said, "I've been thinking over what we can do." 

"I'm afraid there isn't much to do ... now," she sat down on the 
Danish-style couch facing her employer. Slowly her eyes-still 
tear-flooded-focused on the tastefully furnished living room. There were 
black and white photographs of mountain landscapes on the wall ... a thick 
angora rug covered the space between the couch and the fireplace. 

All that followed was an awkward pause. 

"I won't be bothering you at your house like this again," Nancy struggled to 
start a conversation. 

"Well, you have good reason for it tonight," he said. 

The conversation was so constrained by their mutual embarrassment and 
awkwardness that neither one of them had much to say. "Is anyone else in the 
house?" Nancy asked at last, blinking her eyes. 

"Yes, there's my wife Rhoda, but she's gone to bed. Tell me what happened," 
he said. He studied the disturbed blonde's expression with avid curiosity. 
Ever since their interview, he'd wondered what could motivate someone like 
Nancy Mullins to take a job at Safeway Security as a detective. 

"Well, it was partially my fault," the uneasy blonde admitted weakly. "I 
knew he'd been following me ... and I got scared. I showed him I was 
frightened." 

"That's the worst thing you could've done," Dale said, noticing she'd 
finished her drink. He took her glass and went to the bar where he poured 
her another drink. 

"So ... where ... how...." he asked, returning to the couch with their 
refills. 

She looked at him, with a pained expression. "He took me ... out in the 
country somewhere," she said. 

"Did you get his license number?" he said. 

"I'm afraid ... no, I didn't." Nancy was embarrassed to admit such a basic 
error. 

Reilly repressed a surge of irritation. He could tell the young blonde had 
been drinking earlier. No doubt she'd returned home and had a few before 
she'd worked up enough nerve to call him after the mess she'd made. "I'm 
afraid there's nothing we can do, unless you want to register a complaint 
with the police. Maybe they'll pick up somebody and you can identify him. 
But that would put Safeway in an awkward position." 

"I don't think there'd be much chance of identifying him," she said after a 
long pause. "He said he was heading out of town." 

"Did he give you any idea where he was going?" 

"I tried not to antagonize him," Nancy said. "The less I knew about him, the 
better I felt...." 

Dale seemed lost in thought, and after a few moments, Nancy said, "I'm sorry 
to have pestered you ... I'd better go now." And she began, indecisively, to 
get up. 

The detective motioned her back on the couch. "I hope you can, uh, 
understand my position. That is, for yourself and Safeway, I think it's best 
if you forget the matter!" Then, confusedly and quickly he said: "Let me get 
you another drink." 

She glanced hazily down at her glass and saw she'd finished all of her 
second gin and tonic. Now, she didn't give a darn if she were drunk. What 
difference did it make? All she wanted was something more to relax her 
nerves. 

"Yes, I think that'd be a big help," she said, handing him her glass. 

Dale returned to the bar. He opened a new bottle of gin, and set it on the 
bartop. If what had happened to the Mullins girl ever got out, he and 
Flaxman, his senior partner in the firm, would become the laughing stock of 
every private agency in the Midwest. He couldn't imagine how Nancy'd gotten 
herself into the situation. Certainly she must've done something to attract 
attention, especially in a relatively crime-free area like the shopping 
mall. Now he felt a burgeoning anger that was stimulated by the several 
drinks he'd also had before she arrived. 

He and his wife had gotten into a spat earlier that evening and Rhoda had 
gone to bed in the guest room. For the past several months his wife had been 
having an affair with an acquaintance of Dale's, and tonight, when Rhoda had 
finally told her husband about it, he'd almost gone through the ceiling. 
They had an arrangement whereby either spouse could sleep with whomever they 
chose, just as long as no one was hurt by it-which meant, that the 
arrangement entailed no serious involvements with others of the opposite 
sex. Dale had realized that Rhoda's recent adultery was nothing more than a 
casual affair, but now that she'd gone to bed, leaving him to think about 
it, he was in a fit of jealousy. This, coupled with Nancy Mullins' 
disastrous first day of work at the shopping mall, put the normally 
good-humored detective into a confused frame of mind. 

He turned and faced the attractive young blonde, admiring her curvaceous 
profile. Her firm full breasts jutted out like little melons against her 
flimsy blouse, and her slender waist looked small enough for him to clasp 
both hands around it. 

"Drink this," he said, sitting down beside her. 

"I can't," she said, for some reason changing her mind about a third drink, 
"I've already had gallons." 

That struck Dale as funny and he laughed. There was nothing more to do but 
laugh about everything, he thought. "You said you wanted another," he said. 

She stared without blinking at him for a long time. 

"Go ahead, you really need it," he insisted. 

"All right, just one more," said Nancy. 

Abruptly, he crossed to the stereo set by the fireplace. Low mood music was 
playing and he meant to turn it off, but instead he turned up the amplifier. 
The blue on-light winked at him like a knowing eye, and when he came back to 
the couch he saw that the girl was crying. Christ, now what am I going to 
do? he wondered. As he thought more about her story, he couldn't help having 
less sympathy for her. But, not wanting to appear insensitive to her plight, 
he said, "How's the drink doing? You feel any better?" 

She sipped thankfully at her gin and tonic. "God," she exclaimed softly, "I 
feel very, very ... woozy." 

"Drink some more ... then that feeling will disappear," he said, his voice 
wavering, though he didn't realize it. For some reason, Nancy looked 
prettier-sexier-now than when she'd arrived; maybe it was the booze, or that 
he'd had a chance to observe various evocative things about her. She had 
more than a pretty face, her cheek bones were sculpted an alabaster white, 
and her eyes-contrasting pleasantly with her cream-like skin-seemed to dance 
with light. He sat down on the couch beside her and slid close to the young 
blonde till their shoulders rested softly against each other. A vague 
stirring in his loins alerted Reilly to something not completely 
disinterested in himself. He was suddenly aware that he wanted to make love 
to the young woman. 

"I want to ... thank you, f'being so nice," she said in a slightly slurring 
voice. 

"Why ... it was nothing," he said. He could feel his cock stiffening into 
lance-like hardness beneath his robe. 

"No, you were wonderful," Nancy said. 

"Anything I can do to help." He lay his arm over the back of the sofa. 

"You've done so much already. I thought of calling my boyfriend, but I just 
don't think he would understand," she said in a muted voice. 

Nancy dropped her head wearily to the side until it rested against her 
co-worker's shoulder. 

"Yeah ... well ... he probably wouldn't," Dale said, struggling against an 
irresistible urge to touch her ripely thrusting breasts. He thought of what 
she'd done this afternoon: getting herself raped! Jesus, it must have been 
her fault, he decided. No one could walk around as provocatively as the 
Mullins girl without inviting trouble. He realized he was drunk and trying 
to make excuses, but for an inexplicable reason he felt entirely justified 
in at least trying'to seduce her. 

"I ... errr ... perhaps I'd better go," Nancy said, attempting shakily to 
get up. 

"Oh, wait a minute ... why don't you finish your drink?" he said in an 
uncertain voice. 

"I can't ... please, it's obvious that I'm already drunk," she murmured. 

He lay his hand on her smooth sleek thigh, and felt the resilient flesh 
twitch beneath his lingers. 

Her shoulders jerked anxiously back against the couch. "Oooooooh ... what 
are you doing?" 

He drew her glass away from her and set it on the ceramic coffee table, then 
inched his hand farther up her thigh, till it was just below her tempting 
little pussy mound. He watched as the young detective woman made an effort 
to get up but-naturally enough-her body refused to respond to her mental 
command. So he curled his other arm around her shoulders from behind. 

"Now, it's time to go!" she said, abruptly rising, but her legs had turned 
to liquid-pure alcohol-and she tottered back down on the couch. 

Dale laughed, despite himself, and drank from his almost empty glass. Then 
the pretty blonde frowned and he imitated her expression to distract her. 
Abruptly, he leaned so close he could feel her youthfully ripe breasts and 
startled breath against the side of his neck. 

"Please move back ... I'm so tired from what's already happened," she said, 
only half-aware that Dale's gentle caresses were intended to do more than 
merely comfort her. 

"I didn't mean to alarm you ... that wasn't anything," he said. 

"You're mad ... you're angry about what happened to me, aren't you? I was 
really stupid today." 

"You might say that," he chuckled. "But we can settle things, with your 
help, of course." 

"What...." 

Nancy trembled as his lips, moist and sensuous, began to kiss her arm, 
nibbling at the sensitive goose bumps of flesh. She laughed uneasily, 
tentatively trying to pull away from him, but he clamped his hand firmly on 
her slender arm. 

"No," he said gruffly, watching her arm still goose bumping in unconscious 
excitement. 

He had the former student where she couldn't escape. And with the added 
advantage that he knew how to make her like it, he began kissing her neck 
now, licking his tongue along the smooth silky skin until he was caressing 
below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive lobe. She tried more 
resolutely to get up, but he pulled her to him so that their lips met and 
his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth as his leg moved forward to 
immobilize her. 

"Lord," she gasped in spite of herself. 

For a moment Dale was filled with self-doubt. The liquor hadn't worked as 
quickly on him as it had on her, but he knew that now was the moment to act. 
Nancy was as intoxicated as she'd ever be ... and, besides, there was 
something he wanted to settle with her. He felt suddenly justified in taking 
out his anger on her ... it was she who had invited the rapist to attack 
her, dressing as sexily as she did. This time, when he gave it to her, she'd 
come to understand a thing or two. 

"You want to make it with me, just like you did with that guy?" he said. 

"I-I don't understand!" 

"You know, put out for me. Then everything will be all right." 

"No. Of course not!" she said. 

"Why not give it a try ... I know you really want to!" 

"But ... how ... you're not serious?" she muttered. 

"I am!" he said, his eyes fixed searingly on her close-fitting white blouse. 
"I thought you'd...." 

"You came here for me to help you. And that's exactly what I'm going to do." 

Suddenly, he lifted her up with his hands under her arms, and pushed her 
down gently on the carpeted floor between the couch and the coffee table. 

"Oooooh," she moaned, trying to force him away from her, but he leaned down 
over her body on the floor, chuckling and kissing her again. 

A sadistic thrill surged through the older detective as he looked down at 
her trembling body. It was all he could do to keep his hands from searching 
out her soft young pussy mound and pulling down her snug little panties at 
that very moment! The single light from the lamp beside the fireplace 
exaggerated the feminine contours of her ripely matured body. He watched 
Nancy's eyes widen as they focused on the length of his eagerly hardening 
penis. It was thick and ramrod stiff, thrusting out against his bathrobe, a 
dark stain seeping through the material where the bloated head seeped its 
impatient excitement. 

"What are you doing?" she managed to blurt out. 

"You'll see ... just keep quiet, or Rhoda'll hear you. You wouldn't want my 
wife walking in on us like this, would you?" 

"Oh God...." she moaned, hazily aware of the compromising position he'd 
forced her into. 

The detective lay his hand on her shaking thigh and stroked it up to her 
skirt hem. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as he fluttered 
his fingers back down her thighs, she unclasped her hand, instinctively 
relaxing. The liquor she'd consumed throughout the course of the evening-and 
the shock of the rape earlier 

-had weakened her resistance. She was just aware enough to be both 
frightened and stimulated by what her employer was doing and her head fell 
back, her eyes closed, and her breathing deepened. 

"Oh, please noooo!" Nancy gave a cry as she felt his hands at her blouse, 
drawing it up over her head, then unclasping her white lacy brassiere. She 
remembered fighting off Johnny in the field tonight, and how she'd finally 
succumbed to him. Then she recalled last night with Hank: had she given 
herself to the young man when he'd first tried to make love to her ... and 
if she'd listened to him two months ago, she knew she could have avoided 
this incredible situation! 

The private detective's eyes widened as her succulent young breasts leaped 
free and swayed like jelly in front of his face. He half-gasped, 
half-growled as he stared hungrily at the firm-fleshed mounds. Consistent 
with her slightly blushing complexion, her small round nipples were the 
palest of pink, delicate and finely formed, taunting him forward, making his 
mouth water with increased desire. 

"Jeeeezus," Dale gloated as he began to knead the incredible voluptuousness 
of her breasts. He pulled Nancy toward him and felt her half-naked body 
trembling beside him on the carpet as his lips closed wetly over her tiny 
throbbing nipples. 

He slid the stiffening nipples back and forth between his teeth in a slow 
tantalizing rhythm that made the half-naked blonde girl groan in undisguised 
arousal. 

Dale glanced up at the stairway to make sure his wife hadn't awakened and 
seen them. The last thing he wanted was Rhoda walking in on him screwing 
this delectable piece of tail. But the stairway was empty, and he heard a 
new record flop down on the. turntable. 

Reilly shifted his weight, and began undoing the belt to his bathrobe. He 
felt her eyes, like chips of mica, riveted fearfully on his hand. Abruptly, 
he opened the front of his robe to reveal the rigid thickness of his long 
hard cock jutting obscenely from his hair-covered loins. 

"Oh!" Nancy's eyes widened. 

"Now-easy does it," he said, and touched her hand and guided it to his erect 
penis. Nancy tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as she felt his 
pulsating hardness touch the ridges of her fingers she unclasped her hand 
and instinctively wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged cock-shaft. 
A mere second later she tried to withdraw her hand, but he forced it back to 
his fully hardened cock. 

"Jerk on me," he said sternly. 

"Why are you making me do this?" 

"Don't ask questions," he insisted, forcing her to a sitting position beside 
him on the carpet as he leaned his back against the couch. She tried to pull 
away, but he held her rigidly by the forearm, twisting himself toward her so 
that their lips met and his tongue slipped wetly into her mouth. 

"Now, go on down and suck it," he said. 

"Huh...." Her eyes blinked with disbelief. 

"Suck my cock," Reilly said. 

"Please, let me go. I'll call a cab. I won't bother you any more," she 
pleaded. 

His hand grasped the back of her neck, forcing her down over his loins until 
the bulbously throbbing head of his penis brushed warmly against her face. 
The warm wetness of his pre-ejaculate moistened her cheek, and the pungent 
aroma of his loins filled her nostrils, making her cringe inwardly. Still, 
she held Dale's heatedly pulsating cock-shaft in her hand, and she couldn't 
resist jerking on it, feeling it swell thicker and harder as though at any 
moment it was going to explode! 

"Go ahead, suck it," he commanded. 

"No!" 

"I don't like forcing you to do it," he said. 

"You can't force me to do anything." 

"You wouldn't like word to get around Rockdale about what happened tonight, 
would you?" 

"You wouldn't!" she exclaimed. "There's no way you can hurt me!" 

"All I need to do is give Bill Flaxman the word. He's got connections in 
town. He could ruin your reputation, and you wouldn't like that." Dale said 
this with little inner conviction, knowing that Flaxman would sympathize 
with Nancy's plight, as any sensible person would. But right now, Reilly was 
not a sensible man. He was driven by some inexplicable sadistic drive to 
have his new co-worker submit to him. 

"God, you're incredible," she said, averting her gaze from the lust-incited 
detective. 

"C'mon ... suck my cock," he demanded. 

Reluctantly, she put both her hands around his lust-engorged penis, and 
began stroking it along the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down 
motion. "Yessss, that's it," Reilly moaned, undulating his hard-clenched 
buttocks in time to her maddening rhythm. "Now ... put your pretty little 
mouth around it!" 

"I can't ... I just can't!" 

He tightened his one hand behind her neck. The pain was sharp, forcing her 
to dip her head till her pink-pouted lips were scant inches above the 
blood-filled head of his cock. Slowly, Nancy's face dipped toward the 
massive rigidity of Reilly's upstanding penis. She struggled to move back, 
but his hand held her fast. In this lewd bent-over position, it was all she 
could do to breathe. "Uuuuuuuuugh," she moaned, still, trying to move away. 

Lick it ... with your tongue," he commanded. 

Obediently, she flicked out her tongue, the tip boring teasingly into the 
slight moistness of the small glans opening. 

"Shhhhhhhhhitt!" he sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable 
contact. His muscled stomach tensed and rippled and Nancy could see the 
sinew of his pelvis tightening spasmodically. His robe fell away behind him 
across the front of the couch. In this half-sitting position, with his back 
resting against the couch, he could hold the half-naked blonde close to him 
and at the same time view every lewd thing she was doing. She'd obviously 
never sucked a man's cock before, and it frightened her ... but, he knew 
she'd realized by now that if she didn't get it over with, the agony would 
be prolonged. 

"Now ... suck it," he said. 

Closing her eyes, Nancy lowered her head till his sensually heated cock-head 
brushed against her moist full lips. She sensed Reilly watching as she 
clasped her mouth in a soft warm oval that caused the bulbously throbbing 
tip to become increasingly turgid and hot. Nancy thought it would taste bad, 
but even though it was strange she had to admit she liked it! Her lips 
tightened like a pink elastic band just below the pulsating cock-head, 
trapping his lust-thickened hardness inside the heated moistness of her 
mouth. 

"Oooooh," he groaned, shifting forward to see more easily the young woman's 
startled expression and cock-filled face. 

Nancy could tell that the obscene sight of his desire-flushed penile shaft 
sunk halfway between her greedily sucking lips increased the sensation a 
thousandfold for the older detective. In order to have him cum as soon as 
possible and end this sensual torture, she made all her movements 
deliberately provocative. On a whim, she touched her own breasts-thinking 
this would excite him to climax, then she caressed his hair-covered chest. 

"Christ," Reilly moaned, wildly excited by her instinctive sensuality. 

The married man's still-thickening penis glistened like a wet tree trunk as 
it began to move in a steady rhythm in and out between the soft fullness of 
Nancy's pinkly encompassing lips. She massaged the velvety resilient skin of 
his bloated testicles with one hand, then moved other down from his chest 
and stroked the hairy base of his member between thumb and forefinger as she 
began to suck in earnest up and down on his saliva-coated rod of flesh. 

"Yesssss, Nancy ... that's good," the detective moaned as her tongue twirled 
with an obscene moist pressure around his swollen cock-head at the apex of 
withdrawal, her tonguetip dancing incitingly across the tiny opening at the 
end. 

He flexed his hard-muscled buttocks on the carpet, his pleasure building 
with each swipe of her tongue around his achingly excited cock-head. His 
dark smoldering eyes hazed over as he watched the top of Nancy's blonde head 
bobbing salaciously up and down below. The devilish vision of her tightly 
rounded mouth encasing his hammering penis was almost painful in its 
lewdness. 

Nancy felt the throbbing reaction in the man's loins and began to suck a 
little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into his hard, resisting 
shaft, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath 
the skin's surface. She shifted her position on the rug without disengaging 
her mouth from his erect, blood-engorged cock, and knelt on all fours 
between his obscenely opened legs. 

Pushing the flaps of his robe aside, she grabbed his rhythmically jerking 
hips and pulled his pelvis up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped 
furiously around the warm bulbous head of his penis until Reilly made a 
grinding noise with his teeth. She knew he was near the bursting point as 
she took almost the full lust-rigid shaft deep in her hotly sucking throat. 

Continuing the maddening sucking on and on, Nancy paused at intervals to 
take a gasping mouthful of air before starting all over again and working 
over his chunky masculine body like a contented calf worrying its mother's 
teat. At first she'd made it seem as though she'd enjoyed doing it, in order 
to excite him, but now, she realized with a wicked little shudder that she 
too was aroused! Little rivulets of perspiration were rolling down between 
her nakedly dancing breasts as she bucked wildly over the half-rec-lined 
older man. She thought of his wife asleep upstairs. What on earth would 
happen if she came down at this minute? 

"Holy Christ!" Reilly groaned at last into the dimly illuminated living 
room. 

The muscles of his stomach tightened till Nancy thought they would snap from 
the pressure as he arched his back away from the couch behind him, pushing 
his tensing cock even farther up between the hot clasping moistness of the 
pretty blonde's lips. He groaned over and over again, his mouth working 
crazily, incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched 
teeth. 

He was going to cum in her mouth! Nothing like this had ever happened to 
Nancy before! 

The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in 
his chest. She caressed his sperm-swollen testicles with one hand, lewdly 
urging the impatient cum to make its mad dash from its churning reservoir, 
then felt the first impatient spewings as hot thin streams exploded up into 
her hungrily slavering mouth. 

"Yeeeeow," he groaned, the tendons of his thighs stretching like those of a 
prisoner drawn tight on the rack. 

The kneeling blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily 
swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went on 
sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm into the wetness of her 
mouth, his feverish hands tangled in her blonde hair, holding her head to 
the ricocheting eruption of his loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis 
all the way up to her tonsils. 

"Arrrrrgh!" the young detective coughed, swallowing to regain her breath. 

Dale Reilly moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete 
fulfillment. Little by little his thickly distended cock deflated in her 
mouth, but Nancy continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of 
the warm-tasting semen from her depleted employer. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Nancy Mullins awoke on her couch the next morning without remembering how 
she'd gotten there. She lay completely naked, a sheet tossed back from her 
voluptuous young body, and stared blankly at the ceiling. The phone rang and 
she lifted the sofa pillow from beneath her head and placed it over the 
receiver. Her head felt as though it had been struck by a sledgehammer. Dale 
must have driven her back she supposed. She wondered if nosy Mrs. Jacobs 
across the street had seen her tottering drunkenly onto the front porch. 

The telephone continued ringing dully from beneath the pillow. Probably it 
was the chief detective, wanting to see if she was okay. Finally, disturbed 
by the stubborn insistence of the caller, she lifted the receiver. "Hi, 
honey ... she heard Hank's cheerful voice. "How's my little detective?" 

"All right, I suppose," she leaned back and pulled the sheet tautly around 
her gently uplifting young breasts. 

"God, you sound terrible. Anything the matter?" 

She dazedly shook her head. "Where are you, Hank?" 

"Leedstown ... I said I'd come by Wednesday, but I had to call a day early. 
Couldn't wait to talk to you." He laughed. 

"That's nice of you, I was hoping you'd phone." 

Then he said, "Jesus, you sound horrible." 

"I'm okay," she said. 

"You angry with me? You sure sound that way," Hank said. 

"No, I just worked hard yesterday." 

"Those dirty old muggers give you a hard time?" he chuckled. 

"Ugggh," she felt an icy chill tingle over her naked young body. 

"I've been considering what you said, and I made up my mind that you were 
right...." 

"I'm glad you changed your mind," she said drily, "but I've been 
reconsidering what you said." 

"I mean about taking the detective job. I still have lots of hang-ups about 
you going out into the cold, cruel world." 

"Well...." 

"No apologies. I should've known better than to tell you how to run your 
life." 

"Yes, I suppose you're right," she leaned back against the couch cushions. 

"I, well-I only called to see if you were okay," he said, hesitantly. Hank 
was in one of his conciliatory moods. Usually it lasted about ten minutes 
and then he was finding fault with her again. 

"Things could be better," she said, watching tiny dust motes catching in an 
amber sunshaft over the phone table. Her resolve not to tell him was 
softened by his apologetic tone. "Maybe there is something the matter. I 
guess I should have listened to you...." 

"Hold on. Just one second," he said, his voice unsteady. "Yeah, that's 
better. Someone wanted to get into the phone booth. People have no goddamn 
manners sometimes." 

She twisted the sheet around her delicately formed ankles. "It was terrible 
... I never knew it could be so ... horrible." Why was she saying that when 
she'd really enjoyed it? Oh God! 

"Huh?" 

"Uh ... what I guess you were afraid of, Hank, it did happen." 

"What?" 

She began the story of her rape the evening before but leaving out the part 
about her boss and how she'd later sucked his long pulsating cock. It would 
have served little purpose, and she didn't want to admit to herself that 
that had actually happened. She'd suspected Hank would react strongly, 
though in the long run he'd understand. He just had to! But now, from the 
disturbed sound of his heavy breathing, she had the terrorizing sensation of 
being left on a sinking ship with everyone else having taken to the 
lifeboats. 

"So that's what happened," said Nancy, finally. 

"I can't believe it," he said. "It wasn't my fault," she said defensively. 
"No ... I-didn't say it was." 

"I mean, you still love me and everything?" There was another 
nerve-shattering pause. "Well, Nancy, this sort of changes things." 

"How's that?" 

"I ... dunno ... everybody wants the girl he marries to be, you know, a 
virgin." 

"What do you mean, a virgin? I thought you wanted to go to bed with me!" 

"Yeah, of course it's natural for a man." 

"What if I'd gone to bed with you?" she said. 

"I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if it had been me," he replied flatly. 

"Is that all you have to say?' 

"I'm sorry, really sorry," he said. 

She crushed out a fresh cigarette in her ashtray. "You'll call tomorrow?" 

"I'll try to." 

Nancy hung up the phone. Limply, she stood up from the couch. The room swam 
before her eyes. She shook herself to make sure it was really she, Nancy 
Mullins, who had just received one of the biggest shocks in her young life. 
This was the kind of thing that happened to other girls but not to her. It 
wasn't right! Why had she been chosen to suffer such agony? She'd decided to 
submit her resignation to Bill Flaxman this morning, and after that she 
didn't know what she'd do. She recalled all the good times she'd had with 
Hank, the moment when she'd thought herself supremely happy. All that had 
come to an absolute zero, to nothing. When she got into the Rockdale bus a 
half-hour later, she felt all eyes on her ... with her well-endowed body, 
did she look like the kind of girl this would happen to? 

Bill Flaxman greeted her with an anxious smile when she arrived. He was 
standing in the outer office of the security agency, glancing over some 
forms spread across the receptionist's desk, but he turned immediately away 
from them to lead Nancy into his office. 

"Have a seat," he pointed to a chair facing the front of his desk. Behind 
him she saw the skyscrapers of Rockdale rising like exclamation points on 
the smoggy horizon. 

The receptionist brought Nancy coffee while Flaxman cleared his desk of 
papers and said, "Dale's already told me about your problem out at the 
shopping mall. I've decided to move you to another assignment." 

She looked at him dully. "I came this morning to submit my resignation ... 
I-I just can't go on with this job." 

"Well, that's your prerogative," he looked uncomfortable. "Still, what 
happened out there was a ... total accident. I feel dreadfully sorry that 
you were attacked, but I certainly wouldn't have sent you out there if I'd 
thought the assignment was dangerous. I hope you understand that." 

"I do. I don't blame ... the agency," Nancy said. Flaxman's concern seemed 
genuine, she thought. 

"Well, it's a shame to quit ... the second day of your new career." 

"But I just don't think I could stay on," she said, and crossed her long 
slender legs. "I'd be ... just miserable...." 

Flaxman went on. "The fact that you had the presence of mind to consult Dale 
after it happened is reassuring. Most girls would have rushed off to ... 
well, all the wrong people," he laughed. "But you were smart enough to 
consider the agency's position and come to us immediately." 

Abruptly, Flaxman's receptionist buzzed him on the intercom. Nancy saw the 
frown cross her employer's face, and then Flaxman got up from his desk and 
excused himself. Moments later, his pretty brunette secretary came into the 
inner office and nodded to Nancy, "Mr. Flaxman wonders if you could take the 
day off. He has an emergency the next couple of hours." 

"I'd rather wait," Nancy said, settling herself in for a siege. 

The young blonde leafed through an FBI crime report and an old copy of Time 
till early afternoon. But, for a while anyway, she she couldn't help 
worrying ... How much does Flaxman know? 

At one o'clock, Flaxman swept in the door; the balding older man hurried 
Nancy into his office and offered her a drink. She sat primly in front of 
his desk, holding her Scotch and soda in one hand, a cigarette in the other. 
She felt dizzy as he lit a cigar, floating a smoke ring-a puffy, 
donut-shaped cloud-across the space between them. 

"I hope you've decided to stay," he said in his soothing voice. 

"I have been reconsidering," she admitted. "I guess it depends on the 
assignment." 

He leaned back in his chair, grinning broadly. "Well, this assignment 
entails nothing more than keeping an eye on someone ... nothing dangerous, 
just a routine detail." 

"Keeping an eye on ... whom?" 

Flaxman raised his eyebrows, "The wife of one of our clients. The woman's 
husband suspects her of adultery. There's a suit for divorce, and if the 
client can prove his wife's infidelity, he won't be obliged to pay alimony." 

"I'm not sure what you want me to do," she said, narrowing her pretty blue 
eyes. 

"All that's necessary is you drive by her house ... find out where she's 
headed when she goes out. But that can wait a few days. Why don't you just 
hang around the office tomorrow and the next day?" 

The job sounded deceptively simple the way Flaxman presented it, and Nancy 
decided it would be silly not to give her career another try ... especially 
after the way Hank had let her down. 

Two days later, Flaxman called her into his office to discuss the assignment 
again. The client had called to say his wife was attending a Saturday night 
party at a residence in Collier Heights. Flaxman wanted Nancy to attend the 
party with another private detective from Safeway ... and to take some 
photographs of the wife with a miniaturized camera he was going to provide 
the young girl detective. 

For the remainder of that week Nancy worked in the Safeway office, 
rearranging files. As Saturday approached, she felt a growing excitement 
over her new assignment. She'd not forgotten the lewd events of Monday 
night-in some ways, the memory of the rape and Dale Reilly's subsequent 
seduction intensified with passing time-but the idea of going to a party 
where she was expected to photograph a married woman in the company of a 
strange man was a distraction. She had waited at home Wednesday evening for 
Hank to call but he didn't. On Thursday morning she visited her mother who 
was as miserable as usual over Nancy's new job. Mrs. Mullins's curvaceous 
daughter found the living room of the family home-with the magazines on the 
coffee table arranged just so as oppressively tidy as she had when she'd 
left it three months ago to take her duplex apartment. Her mother was 
sitting on the other end of the sofa when she wasn't emptying Nancy's 
ashtray. 

"It seems to me you've always done everything different," her mother 
recollected nervously. "Still, I always hoped you'd grow up and get married 
... like other girls." 

"Well, give me time," Nancy interrupted, laughing. 

"Willamena Jacobs, living across from you, she's still seeing that 
psychiatrist ... well, she thinks you're doing this unconsciously to hurt me 
and your father, but I think she's just crazy, don't you?" 

"God, Momma, I hope you don't think that. " Nancy put out her cigarette 
guiltily. 

The young blonde gazed at a picture on the mantel of herself as a child. She 
was wearing pigtails and a sailor-suit dress, and behind her stood her 
father, at that time a handsome, if balding, man in his early thirties. 

"You've known about my plans since I began majoring in sociology in 
college." She shifted on the sofa. 

"I know," her mother admitted. "But we didn't realize sociology meant you'd 
be a detective. I guess we just didn't understand." 

"Oh, Momma ... please stop it!" Nancy picked up her purse to leave. 

"What happened to that nice boy Hank you used to go out with?" her mother 
asked as she followed her to the door. 

"He's moved to Leedstown," she said and shrugged her shoulders. 

Her mother gave her a dubious glance. "Well, don't lose him ... so many of 
these young fellows are, you know, interested in one thing, and I don't need 
to spell it! After they've got it ... they don't give a pittance for you ... 
I know, Nancy ... your father was just the same!" 

That was Thursday morning. 

Dale came into the office, the first she'd seen of him since their lewd 
meeting Monday evening. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater that accentuated 
his slight paunch, but despite that she had to admit it made him look 
exceedingly masculine. Seeing him hunched over a plastic container of coffee 
in the outer office, she couldn't help shuddering at the thought of her 
mother's reaction if she knew what Nancy had done with the stockily built 
private detective. 

"All ready for the big Saturday night?" he smiled as he whisked by her into 
Flaxman's office. 

He returned a moment later, still smiling. There was no sign that he wanted 
to even hint at what had happened between them, which was just as well, she 
thought; it would have demolished the composed manner she'd struggled so to 
regain over the past two days. She preferred not to be angry at her coworker 
... not to be affected by him at all. She wanted to believe he'd been as 
drunk as she had and that his inhibitions had been loosened up by his state 
of intoxication. 

"Bill tell you I was going with you to the party Saturday?" He stood at the 
water cooler beside the file cabinet where she was working. 

"You're going with me?" she repeated, momentarily befuddled. "No, he never 
mentioned that...." 

"The people who're giving the party live in my neighborhood ... that's how 
we happened to get an invitation." 

"Oh, sugar," Nancy hissed before she realized she was thinking out loud. 

"You sure are funny, doll. But I like you just the same." 

"Thanks," she said. "But I'll get by without you being a member of my fan 
club." 

"Look, if we're going to work together we at least have to be on speaking 
terms." 

"I'll think about that," she said. 

"Well, don't take too long to decide you really like me. By Friday I might 
change my mind." 

"You might? About what?" 

"Oh, nothing," he said and turned into his office. 

She trailed behind him to the door. Dale sat down on his executive-style 
desk, his feet crossed. "The party we're going to; I think you'll find it 
exciting." 

He eyed her expectantly. Forcing herself to smile back, she said, "It's just 
an assignment." Then she turned into the outer office and rapidly drank two 
glasses of water. 

Saturday came with a brightening of autumnal colors; leaves on the maple 
behind her house were frost-burnished, and there was a cold nip in the air 
that intensified her anxiety about the coming night. She should call Hank, 
even though he hadn't contacted her all week, and then, not receiving a 
letter from him in the noon mail, she was convinced she'd been right about 
her boyfriend all along. That afternoon it rained. 

She sat polishing her nails at the front window, watching the droplets dash 
and explode against the glass. When the sun finally broke through the 
clouds, it was evening. Despite her misgivings, she decided to remain with 
the detective agency, at least till she could find another more suitable job 
for herself. 

There was nothing to lose by going to the party, Nancy told herself as she 
zipped up her short black cocktail dress sometime after seven that evening. 
But each time she saw an automobile's headlights turn down the street in 
front of her house, she felt a quickening of her pulse. 

* * * 

Dale picked her up at nine o'clock and drove down on the cross-county 
thruway to Collier Heights. She felt as if she were seated next to her 
executioner-he looked grim and gray as though he hadn't slept. She thought 
she'd make some light comment to ease the strain between them, but when she 
did, the older detective practically sneered at her. 

The party was being held on Sandy Hollow Lane, the poshest area in suburban 
Rockdale. She couldn't help feeling an anticipatory excitement-in spite of 
Dale's grouchiness knowing that her assignment entailed pretending she was a 
member of the fast-moving social circle that frequented the get-togethers at 
Lance Dulany's house. Dulany, the scion of a wealthy Rockdale family, was 
well known for his wild parties. Dale had wrangled an invitation for Nancy 
and himself from an acquaintance of Dulany's. He'd made arrangements so it 
would appear that she and the older detective were invited guests of 
Dulany's friend. To be doubly certain they got revealing shots, both Reilly 
and the young blonde would be snapping pictures at the party, supposedly for 
the guests' later enjoyment. Now, the Victorian mansion loomed up behind 
some trees at the end of a long driveway. 

Dale turned to her as they got out of his car. "It's best we split up when 
we first get there, at least till the action starts." 

"What do you mean ... action?" she said, gazing toward the century old 
mansion. 

"You know, dancing, sex, whatever...." 

"Sex?" the blonde novice said in a squeaky voice. 

Dale nudged her as they came to the elegantly porticoed front of Dulany's 
house. He seemed warmer, more open now, and she decided she liked him even 
if he was a bit difficult to understand. 

"I've been to a couple of these things," he sard. "Group sex is as normal 
for them as spin-the-bottle ... they're a pretty sophisticated crowd." 

A white-coated butler swung open the doors to a long, semi-darkened hallway, 
and they were escorted into a candlelit front room. 

It took Nancy a while to accustom herself to the darkness; then she made out 
a few couples dancing beside a bar. The room was sparsely but 
luxuriously-furnished, providing space for the dancers and a band playing in 
a small alcove. Gaily colored Chinese lanterns hung from a high ceiling 
threw suggestive shadows over the embracing figures. 

Dale disengaged his hand from hers. Forgetting their plan to separate till a 
while later, she turned apprehensively as his chunky form disappeared into 
the drifting cigarette smoke. Feeling disconcertingly alone, she began 
picking her way toward the bar when a hand tugged at her shoulder. 

"Your friend ... he doesn't mind leaving a pretty girl like you alone?" said 
a man who was definitely Bill Perkins, the news announcer with the WROC TV 
station. 

"Oh, he'll be back," she said, somewhat flustered. 

"How 'bout a drink?" 

"Yes...." she said, shrugging her shoulders. 

She was relieved to get off the dance floor, and the ruggedly handsome 
television personality knew it. 

"Then grab ahold of me," he said, his dark blue eyes twinkling, "or you'll 
become the third part of a couple." 

Nancy giggled in spite of her reluctance to mix socially at the party. "I 
have no intention of doing that," she said. 

"Look, honey," Perkins said, his muscular arm now around her back, "on 
second thought, you're too innocent looking to be seen with me ... but I'm 
stoned enough to forgive myself." 

They stood at the bar with couples pressing uncomfortably against them from 
the side facing the dance floor. Tall, lean Lance Dulany, his arm draped 
around a micro-skirted brunette, appeared at the end of the bar for a moment 
and then crossed to the hallway leading downstairs. Nancy wondered how she 
was supposed to spot Sally Winthrop in the thick swarm of bodies. She'd seen 
a photo of the attractive Collier Heights socialite, but most of the young 
women were outfitted so garishly it would be almost impossible to identify 
her. 

"So you're Nancy," Perkins said. 

She felt herself crimsoning. "How'd you know?" 

"I'm the fellow who gave Dale the invitation to the party," he said. "Didn't 
he tell you?" 

"There are lots of things he doesn't tell me," she said. 

"Well, we help each other in the industry whenever we can," he gave her a 
once-over that bordered dangerously on a leer. 

Nancy studied her drink. "I guess we shouldn't talk about it." 

"No. I guess we shouldn't," he replied. 

Nancy surmised that the detective provided Perkins with leads on news 
stories in exchange for small favors, such as this invitation to Lance 
Dulany's exclusive gathering. Curiously, she said, "I didn't know the news 
media and our firm were so close." 

Perkins leaned heavily against the bar. "We get more stuff from the private 
agencies than from the police. But it's a cooperative arrangement and in the 
long run everybody's happy." 

She observed more people withdrawing from the room and going downstairs. 
Now, the band was playing to several couples dancing a tango. She saw Reilly 
motioning to them from across the room. 

Perkins finished his drink and nodded to the demurely pretty girl, "The 
fun's about to begin. Looks like Buz Sawyer's anxious to see you." 

"Stop that," she snapped, but for a moment Reilly's face did resemble the 
well-known private investigator in the comics. 

The decision to go to the basement-where she imagined anything could 
happen-came so abruptly that she didn't have time to think. Now, Bill 
grasped her hand.... 

Outwardly, Nancy knew she looked cool and composed, but her stomach was 
doing somersaults, and she felt a thrill as the three of them made their way 
through the house toward a downstairs playroom. She didn't know how bad it 
would really be and tried not to think of it as they went down the dark 
stairs. Dale taking her hand and guiding her. 

The young detective spotted Sally Winthrop right away-the amused blue eyes 
were unmistakable-and her first reaction was one of shock, a stunned 
reaction so overwhelming that she almost forgot she was here to take 
pictures. The room was dark except for the white circle created by a ceiling 
spotlight where she could see a middle-aged man and Winthrop's wife standing 
by the mattress. They were both completely naked, and the man's long white 
penis was excitedly erect. 

Now Dale was craning his neck, looking for a place for them to sit, and 
Nancy opened her purse and fumbled for her miniaturized camera. She took a 
quick glance around them to make sure no one was watching and then shot-a 
close-up view of the lewdly naked couple flickered before her. She snapped 
the shutter again, and with nervously trembling fingers, dropped the camera 
in the bottom of her purse as Dale motioned them on. 

She had to take her eyes away from Mrs. Winthrop and her friend as they 
threaded their way through the people gathered to watch and headed toward a 
couch that was along one wall. 

"I didn't realize they'd be doing something like this," Nancy whispered to 
Dale as he led her along, but the private detective didn't hear her. 

Suddenly he stopped completely and Nancy froze as she looked down at a 
nakedly entwined couple on top of some pillows at her feet. They were strung 
uninhibitedly across the narrow aisle, leaving Nancy's group at a temporary 
loss as to how to get around them. The woman, a stunning redhead, was lying 
on her back with her knees salaciously uplifted and her long slender legs 
spread far apart. 

The man was sitting on the redhead's ripely swelling breasts; his buttocks 
crushed their generously rounded softness tight back against her chest while 
his knees were placed obscenely on either side of her head. Nancy watched, 
her mouth open in disbelief, as the woman reached up with her hands and 
greedily seized the man's fully erect cock. A hungry expression flickering 
through the redhead's eyes before she closed them and began licking the 
man's lust-stiffened penis with her tongue, craning her neck to slowly take 
his long hard cock deeper into her ovaled mouth. 

Behind her she heard Reilly say, "God Almighty, Perkins, look at that!" 

They stood transfixed as they watched the man gradually begin to pump his 
hips back and forth. His long white cock began to slide like a thick wet 
piston in and out of the woman's moistly clasping lips. The aroused redhead 
reached up with her hands and grasped impatiently at his waist to pull his 
loins even closer against her face. She wanted all she could get of his 
mouth-filling hardness. It looked like his cock was going all the way down 
her throat as the man began fucking harder and harder into her voraciously 
sucking mouth. 

Gently, Dale pulled Nancy along. "Come on," he whispered. "We've got to ease 
around them. We're blocking the view for the others." 

Finally, they reached the couch where an attractive older couple was 
sprawled at one end. Instinctively, Nancy sensed that they were married-to 
each other. Their wide-eyed expressions made it more than obvious they were 
no more used to watching sex shows than Nancy was. The couch was a long one, 
big enough for them all to sit on. No sooner was Nancy's group seated beside 
the couple than the uncontrollably excited wife whirled on her husband. 
Kissing him full on the mouth, she began grinding her curvaceous form 
licentiously against his body. 

Nancy sat between the private detective and the television announcer, her 
breath coming light and fast. To see such overt lewdness and animal 
sexuality was shocking and yet strangely exciting. My God, she thought of 
the couple, how can people do such things? The older married couple screwed 
their mouths together like mad, the husband running his hands all over his 
wife's grinding body, pulling her dress far up her enticingly separated 
thighs. 

It was exciting being in the room, Nancy admitted to herself, hypnotically 
watching the couple for a moment before she pulled her eyes away. A heated 
lewdness, an obscene atmosphere hung heavy in the packed room. There was a 
tense quietness but for the steady sound of the music upstairs reverberating 
like a deep pulse through the floorboards. 

Then Dale was pointing and whispered to her, "That's Sally Winthrop out 
there on the mattress." 

"I know," she said. 

"I'm going to get up and take some shots from the back. You take some from 
here when they get more warmed up." 

"Okay," Nancy gulped deeply as her parner disappeared into the darkness. She 
looked back at the middle-aged man and the young woman standing nakedly in 
the glaring spotlight. 

Sally Winthrop was lovely with her blonde hair and her smoky blue eyes that 
had a glazed look. She was perspiring, and her hairdo was disheveled, giving 
her an even more lurid appearance. It seemed like a good moment to take a 
picture now, but Dale had told her to wait and Nancy followed his 
instructions. 

There were red marks on the Winthrop woman's translucent white skin, 
particularly around the insides of her youthfully firm thighs near her 
blonde-fringed pussy. She stood with her arms trembling at her sides, her 
eyes now closed as the man roughly massaged her full-ripened young breasts. 
Then he spun her around and said to her in a commanding, almost brutal tone, 
"Turn around and get down on your knees!" 

Without a word, the unfaithful young wife dropped obediently to her knees, 
facing away from the older man. Then he put both hands on her fearfully 
quivering shoulders, pushing her abruptly until she fell forward. Her pretty 
face, neck and shoulders were forced down into the mattress while her 
rounded young buttocks waves high up in the air, invitingly exposed for 
everyone to see. 

"Spread your legs," the man ordered now. 

Nancy suddenly found herself leaning forward on the couch, her breath coming 
fast. She couldn't believe she was actually watching the girl's nakedly 
exposed buttocks upraised so everyone in the room could see. Then a 
smoldering fear surged through her at the young woman's obscenely helpless 
position. As Winthrop's wife spread her legs, adjusting into a more 
comfortable kneeling position, her pink-slitted vagina revealed itself more 
openly, glistening wetly in the spotlight. Nancy found it increasingly 
difficult to sit still as a tantalizing sexual hunger all her own began 
churning deep up inside her tightening belly. She could feel her 
love-starved young pussy beginning to involuntarily moisten as she watched 
the girl spread her shaking knees as wide as possible on the mattress. God! 
She couldn't believe it! Nancy had never imagined a woman on her knees like 
that in such a submissive position ... as though she were a subdued animal 
readied for sacrifice. 

"Grind it, move your ass around for me!" the man demanded, and Sally 
Winthrop obeyed instantly, rotating and squirming her girlish uplifted 
buttocks with all her might. Instead of being embarrassed and humiliated by 
her depraved position, Nancy saw that the girl was enjoying it. She had her 
face turned toward the couch where Nancy sat, and the young woman detective 
noticed the blissfully dazed smile on her face and the expectant way her 
eyes were now closed. Dale had told Nancy to wait until the Winthrop woman 
was "warmed up," and she certainly looked that now. Nancy took out her 
camera and got two shots, wondering with a sudden dizzy feeling, what kind 
of shots Reilly was getting from the rear of the room! 

She felt the drinks she'd consumed earlier going to her head. The room 
whirled in front of her as the spotlight over the couple on the center 
mattress spun kaleidoscopically. The room was full of couples writhing in 
the dark, and everyone seemed to be breathing harder. She felt herself 
getting light-headed and blinked for a moment, turning to see the married 
couple on the other end of the couch. The man now had his wife's dress drawn 
up around her waist, and Nancy could see the narrow crotch band of her white 
nylon panties as the man caressed her eagerly parting thighs. His wife had 
his fly unzipped, and her hand was inserted inside his pants and slowly 
moving around over his passionately erect cock. With unconcealed delight, 
both of them were gazing at the naked girl in the spotlight as they fondled 
one another's heatedly aroused loins. 

Nancy looked back at Winthrop's wife on the center mattress. Now the blonde 
woman was furiously undulating and grinding her buttocks up in the air, the 
gentle curves of her body casting weird shadows on a wall. Her straining 
back glistened with sweat, her teeth were tightly clenched, and her face 
contorted and transformed by passion-convulsed desire. It was raw naked 
lust-there was no other name for it. 

"Uhhhh!" With a loud grunt, the heavy-set man behind her dropped to his 
knees and seized her encouragingly waving buttocks with eager, outstretched 
hands. He steadied them, gazed at her stilled young ass-cheeks for a long 
moment then brought his stiffened penis into position up against her pinkly 
splayed open young cunt. The girl seemed to be holding her breath as his 
lust-knotted cock-head pressed up between her blonde-fringed pussy lips. 
Then, suddenly, he found his mark and plunged his long, lust-thickened penis 
deep up into her hotly clutching vagina, bringing wild ecstatic mewls from 
the crouched girl's parted lips. 

"Aaaaarrrggghh," she cried out. 

Nancy could see the man's lewdly impaling member pull nearly out of the 
socialite's wet, curl-rimmed passage then disappear again out of sight 
between the moist tight walls as he shoved his aching cock deep into her 
tiny pussy hole again and again. "Ooooh, ooohhh!" she gasped and moaned, her 
voice trailing off into unintelligibility. 

For a moment, Nancy was shocked, fearing the young wife was hurt ... then 
she realized the blonde was loving it! Her nakedly spotlighted body began to 
buck and quiver, anxiously thrusting back and up to meet his in-plunging 
cock. The man's eyes bulged out of his head as he fucked into her sucking 
young cunt unmercifully from behind, not holding back, slamming into her 
with all his massive weight and strength. Her entire body vibrated like 
jello under his pummeling strokes, her breasts dancing obscenely beneath her 
chest and finally flattening out as they were forced down into the mattress. 

That's what it must be like to be completely ravished! Nancy thought and 
sneaked out her camera again. For some reason, the young girl detective was 
in such a dazed state she almost forgot to put the camera back in her purse 
when she was done! It was an act of total self-subjugation, her mind raced 
on, where the woman became nothing more than a slave to the depraved .and 
unrestrained desires of the man who plunged with greater force and strength 
into her defenseless cunt. There were no holds barred. The Winthrop woman 
was doing exactly what her partner wished and had no purpose but to satisfy 
the man who was thrusting so brutally deep up inside her helpless vagina. 
And what's more, she seemed to be enjoying it! 

"Oh, God," Nancy found herself beginning a little moaning in her throat 
along with the blonde. A wild thought bolted through her mind and she 
quickly dismissed it. For a split second, she wished she were that girl ... 
getting fucked so savagely, so thrillingly, out there on the mattress where 
everyone at the party could see her shameless submission. Nancy sat forward 
on the couch and crossed her legs, squeezing her warmly moistened thighs 
tight together. The wet heat of her involuntarily responding vagina was 
becoming almost unbearable. God, this was too much! 

"Uuuuuuhhhh!" the man's loud grunt pierced through the room. 

With a roar, he stiffened and started cumming like a ravaging Hon into Sally 
Winthrop's hungrily milking cunt. His reddened face contorted with rage and 
desire, and Nancy could see his rock-hard buttocks flex and untighten as he 
arched his hips a final time. Then his body convulsed torturously as he came 
again and again, shooting his hot male sperm deep up into her squirming, 
still unsatisfied vagina. 

"No! No! Not yet! Don't cum yet!" the adulterous wife moaned in despair. 

She thrust her quivering white ass-cheeks up higher and higher, trying to 
keep the man's still squirting penis inside her ravaged but still 
passionately begging vagina. But it was futile. He merely collapsed on her 
back then rolled off to fall beside her onto the mattress, gasping out the 
euphoria of his own orgasm. The blonde lay prone, grinding her 
sperm-drenched pussy-lips hard down against the mattress, agonized moans of 
frustration coming from deep in her throat. 

The man staggered to his feet and moved out of the small spotlight and into 
the darkness, leaving the insanely aroused woman naked by herself. "Next in 
line!" someone called, and there were a few laughs. Nancy licked her lips; 
her mouth was dry and her young body strangely on fire. 

"That turn you on?" 

Nancy jumped as Dale Reilly slipped back into the seat beside her. His elbow 
nudged her jokingly in the side; he was teasing her, grinning. 

Nancy's face was flushed, and she couldn't look directly at her coworker. 
She nodded and tried to explain, surprised by the hoarse quality in her 
voice, "I've never seen anything like that before." 

"Well, hang on, there'll be more," he laughed, lighting a cigarette. He 
looked at his young partner with an amused glow in his eyes and seemed to be 
enjoying her reaction as much as the lewd sex show. 

On her other side, the TV announcer, Perkins, put his hand on her lower 
thigh and Nancy jumped. His hand was warm and moist, and he breathed across 
her as as he spoke to Reilly. "At another party, I saw that Winthrop girl 
take on four men and two women and still want more. She's unbelievable. I 
guess she really likes to fuck." 

Nancy didn't try to take his hand away; it felt good on her thigh. She 
looked down the couch at the older couple. The wife was now leaning back 
with her panty-less buttocks perched at the edge of the seat and her dress 
brazenly pulled up to her waist, revealing every intimate detail of her 
aroused body from there down. Her excited husband had pulled her panties 
down over her revolving hips to the point where her dark-haired soft pussy 
mound was completely exposed, the wetly shining layers of pink cuntal flesh 
contrasting with the bluish hue of his blood-inflated cock-head. 

Dale laughed uproariously as he followed Nancy's gaze. The husband grinned 
lewdly and then leaned forward to kiss his wife full on the mouth. 

Without asking permission, Bill Perkins casually reached over and hooked two 
fingers in the woman's sheer white panties, pulling them down over her 
knees. "Ohhhhhhh, yes!" the woman moaned in wild agreement and kicked the 
panties from her ankles onto the floor. She lay half-naked on the couch, her 
tapering legs spread wide and her passion-inflamed pussy-lips parting to 
reveal more of her deeply throbbing vaginal slit, sparsely surrounded by 
soft black pubic hair. 

Perkins turned to Nancy and grinned. "It's all right, they're married," he 
said. Nancy laughed in astonishment. Apparently everything was all right. 

People were turning to watch the couch now. Men were looking lustfully at 
Nancy, but she felt safe between Reilly and Perkins. Then, the TV announcer 
said, "Looks like our friend on the mattress needs another man. I'm going to 
volunteer my services." 

Nancy's attention was distracted back to the couple, and now the husband was 
really going at his wife, unbuttoning her dress and taking off her 
transparent white brassiere to expose her full, firmly set breasts that 
quivered in his cupping hands. He pinched the lust-stiffened pink nipples 
between his thumbs and forefingers. Nancy stirred responsively, the warmth 
in her tingly-hot pussy becoming much stronger. She turned to Dale, 
"Shouldn't we ... I mean, we've got some pictures, aren't we going?" 

"We should get her with more than one partner. Why don't you go over by 
those stairs and shoot? I'll see what I can get from this couch ... and for 
Christ's sake, don't get Perkins' face into the pictures." 

"No, of course not," Nancy agreed and stood up uneasily. Any signs of an 
aisle had completely disappeared; she didn't know how Reilly had gotten 
through all this closely packed humanity in the dark, but he had, and she 
picked her way determinedly toward the beacon of light shining faintly below 
the door at the top of the staircase. A man's hand reached up her leg, and 
she lost her balance and grabbed. A woman gave an excited whelp, and Nancy 
fell into an opening beneath the stairwell, trembling and blushing 
flusteredly in the dark. 

She took a deep breath, relieved to be alone here behind most of the crowd, 
and concentrated on the massively built announcer out there under the 
spotlight. He had stripped naked, and his eagerly stiffening penis was much 
longer and thicker than the last man's. His eyes flicked over the lewdly 
kneeling blonde girl with a lusty and expectant look, and sensing his 
presence, she got to her feet and looked with equal longing at his 
enormously lengthened penis swaying right in front of her. She was hot now 
and in a terrible deep passion which called for immediate satisfaction. 

Nancy forgot that she wanted to leave, almost forgot she was in an audience 
of writhing couples who were half naked and heatedly fondling each other's 
genitals. All she could look at was the taut-muscles television announcer 
and the small blonde society girl looking hungrily at each other under the 
spotlight. Nancy's mouth was open and dry, her breath coming hoarse and 
deep. She squirmed and twisted uncomfortably under the stairs, and the 
passion-soaked crotch band of her nylon bikini panties tightening against 
her rapidly seeping vagina only served to titillate her all the more. 

Perkins moved under the spotlight, put his hand on the girl's shoulders and 
said, "Go down on your knees and suck my cock!" 

"God!" A little moan escaped Nancy's lips as she remembered the first time 
she had done that. 

Sally Winthrop's face was twisted by a lust-crazed look, and as she sank 
slave-like to her knees, she slowly circled her lips with her tongue. Once 
on her knees, she reached eagerly for her new partner's desire-stiffened 
pole of male flesh. She played with his hardened penis for a moment and drew 
the loose foreskin up over the bluntly swollen tip-end. Then, as Perkins 
stood above her, spreading his powerful legs and bracing himself with his 
fingers tangled in Sally's disheveled blonde hair, her mouth finally closed 
tightly over his mushroom-like cock-head. 

Nancy had never seen anything so lewd and obscene in her life, and she 
gasped aloud as the television announcer's hips slowly began to move. His 
penis was enormously lengthened and looked like a huge, wet, white bone as 
it began to slide in and out of the girl's willingly accepting mouth, fusing 
flesh with flesh as it thrust deep into her desirously puffing cheeks. 

Nancy watched as if hypnotized, her eyes half-closed and glazed. The young 
blonde's mouth was open as wide as it could go, her lipstick-rimmed lips 
stretched tight around the vein-lined cock-shaft like two tight rubber 
bands. 

She'll choke! Nancy thought as Perkins thrust his ramrod penis up deeper 
into her wetly clasping mouth. He moved deep and slow, pulling his entire 
blood-filled length out to the thickly swollen head, a malicious look on his 
face. Then just as slow and cruelly as before, he sank his heated member 
back inward toward her throat, farther and deeper with each plunge. 
Winthrop's wife was no longer merely sucking him; he was fucking into her 
mouth, using it as he would a young, hairless cunt. 

The audience was silent at this obscene spectacle which was made all the 
more arousing by the rapt expression on the blonde wife's face. "Deeper!" a 
woman's voice cried. 

"Harder!" said another man. 

"Suck him!" people were calling from all parts of the room. 

"Suck," Nancy heard herself say in a little voice. Perkins responded, 
driving his saliva-wettened cock into the woman's unresisting mouth all the 
way back to her throat. The young wife let her hand slip behind him and 
seized his rotating ass-cheeks to pull him closer and deeper into her warm, 
moist mouth. 

"That's it, yes, suck him, suck him ... suck him!" Nancy was amazed that she 
was chanting the words over and over, saying filthy things in a crazy, 
sing-song manner. 

Nothing mattered. No one was listening. Nancy took three pictures as quickly 
as she could and dropped the camera back into her purse. All eyes were 
riveted on the other blonde girl who was drawing as hard as she could now on 
the television announcer's rock-hard penis fucking faster and faster into 
her thirstily ovaling mouth. The heat and smoke were becoming unbearable, 
and Nancy found herself avidly sucking on that man's long hard cock in front 
of everyone ... just as she had sucked Detective Reilly's massive penis the 
other night. She watched the lewdly coupled pair writhe hard together with 
Perkins suddenly springing animal-like, almost crouching down over the 
kneeling girl. He forced her head back and up and drove his uncontrollably 
jerking penis as far as it would go into her suctioning mouth with all his 
power, the muscles in his flexing legs bulging and corded. 

"Oooooh," Nancy gasped aloud when she saw his face, heard him grunt-all 
unmistakable signs that the television performer was rushing into orgasm. As 
he shot his hot liquid cum far back into her receiving throat, Sally's 
cheeks ballooned outward until it seemed they would burst. The veins stood 
out on her neck and shiny white sperm was overflowing out of the corners of 
her mouth, but she kept gluttonously swallowing his jetting cum, sucking 
crazily for more, moaning all the while in a frantic, pleading voice. 
Finally, Perkins's legs trembled in satiation, and he sank to the floor with 
Sally still possessively nibbling on his rapidly softening rod of flesh. 

Suddenly the lights flicked on. People grinned self-consciously and fumbled 
with disarranged clothing. All at once, everyone seemed to stand up and move 
in a solid mass toward the stairs. Nancy peered over the sea of heads for 
Dale who motioned for her to wait there. Her eyes flickered greedily back to 
the center mattress where Perkins lay naked on his back, sighing and gasping 
with the unfaithful young socialite licking the fast, warm, white 
sperm-droplets off the top of his depleted penis. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Nancy and Dale had taken enough pictures to fill three files on the Winthrop 
woman. After the show, the plainclothesman escorted his pretty blonde date 
to the upstairs bar. 

"Give me ... something strong," she said in a shaking voice. 

Dale ordered a double martini, and she downed the drink almost immediately. 

"So that's how the other half lives," Dale said, smiling. 

Nancy glimpsed Bill Perkins coming into the living room, arm in arm with a 
slender young brunette woman. The announcer winked at her, and turned away 
from the bar. 

"God ... it was unbelievable," she said, looking anxiously at Dale. "I 
really need another drink...." 

This was her fourth or fifth martini of the evening, and it went straight to 
her head. The overhead bar light dissolved into splintery fragments before 
her eyes. Then, she saw a redhead standing behind Dale. She was tall and 
willowy, and seemed a little older than Nancy. 

"So ... this is the girl you've been .telling me so much about," the woman 
said, her eyes searing up and down Nancy's smoothly curved young body. 

"Nancy ... meet Rhoda, my wife," Dale said, swiveling on his stool from the 
blonde to the redhead. 

"Why ... I ... I thought you came here alone," the young blonde said. 

"Not exactly," Dale said. "I'm with you and...." 

"But, she's your wife," Nancy said, intoxicatedly. 

"You've forgotten this is a neighborhood party. Rhoda just dropped by to see 
the tail-end of the performance," he laughed hoarsely, and signaled the 
bartender for another round of drinks. 

"I ... I see." Nancy said, not understanding a thing of what was going on. 
"So, you're Rhoda. Dale's told me about you, too." 

The well-endowed redhead turned to her husband. "You ought to take Nancy 
home. She's absolutely pie-eyed," she said in a husky voice. 

"Just one more drink," said Reilly, who was getting drunk too. 

"You must come and see us some time," Rhoda was saying to Nancy. "It's not 
often Dale introduces me to a colleague as pretty as yourself." 

"Don't overdo it, Rhoda," Dale said, his words slurred. 

"Don't be silly...." the attractive redhead said, leaning up against the bar 
between Nancy and the detective. 

The room was half-empty now, and the band was packing its instruments. 

"Maybe you should take me home now," the blonde girl said. 

"Do drop by for a nightcap," said Rhoda. "We can continue the party-without 
distractions-at our house!" 

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea Dale smiled at his wife. He pushed 
himself away from the bar, as Nancy followed behind with Rhoda. 

Through her alcohol induced haze, the young woman detective sensed something 
was wrong ... with everything. She and Dale had come here only to take 
pictures, but now Dale was almost as drunk as she was. She supposed it was 
the "show" that had pushed her off the deep end; she'd never been so stunned 
by anything in her life, and the drinks she'd quickly consumed had served to 
blunt the evening's cutting edge. But now, as she followed the older 
detective, accompanied by his wife, to his car, she realized she'd overdone 
it, terribly. She didn't know if Dale should be trusted-after all, she'd 
made a tragic error in the same way a few days ago-but still it seemed 
reasonable to go to his house and sober up a bit before she went home. 

"The camera ... where's the camera?" Dale said as the three piled into the 
front seat of his car. 

Suddenly afraid she'd left it back at the party, Nancy fumbled in her purse. 
She found the compact Minox at the bottom of her bag. 

"Here it is," she said, waving the small camera in front of the detective's 
face. "I hope you haven't forgotten yours." 

"Well, aren't we going?" Rhoda said, seated on the other side of Nancy. 

The car suddenly lurched to life. 

"I-I think I'd rather go home. I've changed my mind. I don't feel so good," 
Nancy said. From the left side, Dale lay his hand on her knee. She wondered 
if his wife could see what he was doing, and tried unsuccessfully to hedge 
her knee but from under his grasping hand. A light-fingered sensation went 
flittering up through her belly as his hand slid up the side of her thigh, 
dragging the skirt of her cocktail dress along with it so that it bunched at 
her hip. Then his hand moved around and came to rest on her naked inner 
thigh. 

"I don't feel like quitting ... not yet," Rhoda said, obliviously. 

"We'll go ... to our house," Dale slurred. 

"Please, no, Dale. Just take me home." Nancy pulled at his wrist with her 
fingers and the car swerved slightly. She suddenly realized he was driving 
with only one hand, and relaxed her fingers on his wrist. 

"You're in no state to go home ... like you are," Dale gave her firm young 
thigh a squeeze. 

"Not again...." Nancy looked helplessly at the detective's stern profile. 
"Oh, please...." 

Dale's hand moved farther up her struggling thigh. Now his fingers pulled 
teasingly at the tight elastic legband of her lace panties, caressing at the 
sensitive area just below her inviting pussy. She could feel her vaginal 
lips lubricating moistly with each tug at her sheer nylon crotchband, but no 
matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to keep from getting aroused. 
She squirmed on the car seat, inadvertently pushing against Dale's wife on 
her other side. Dale wheeled around a turn in the highway, riding 
dangerously close to the culvert, then burned rubber as he spun onto the 
flat stretch of road. 

Intoxicatedly the detective managed to find the turn-off to his home. Nancy 
stayed doggedly inside the car after Dale and Rhoda got out. She could tell 
Dale was excited as he stood outside the opened door. His penis jutted 
brazenly against his slacks, making an obvious thick bulge at the crotch. 
Nancy saw Rhoda look at it too, then the statuesque redhead turned to Nancy. 

"Get out, honey," she smiled at the distraught blonde. 

"No ... I mean, I'm tired ... Dale, we've got to work Monday ... I'd like to 
go home and get myself together!" 

Rhoda's determined gaze made her weaken. Suddenly, the young detective woman 
slipped out of the car and followed Dale and Rhoda Reilly up the path to 
their house. 

After that, she didn't remember much of anything, except having another 
drink with Rhoda and Dale in their living room. Later Nancy would hazily 
recall Rhoda showing her to a guest room and putting her to bed. She had a 
dream that seemed to last a long time about being made love to by an 
anonymous, hairy-chested man. Just as he was about to put his huge, 
throbbing penis up into her crazily excited vagina she heard a voice. 

She awakened with a start, her body trembling and covered with a film of 
perspiration. Painfully, she opened her eyes, then struggled to focus them. 
Her head was throbbing, and she could feel the unmistakable signs of nausea 
coming on. 

Finally, the whirling colors and indecipherable objects stopped, and her 
stomach settled. She seemed to be in a room-it was small; there were 
landscapes on the wall and the drapes were drawn. A dull yellow light made 
her think momentarily that she was still at the Dulany party, but turning 
her head, she saw the light came through the crack in the curtains from a 
street lamp. A flash of recognition swept through her. She was still in 
Dale's house! 

The room began to whirl again and the next thing she knew her head was back 
on the pillow, and she closed her eyes. There was a soft voice in the room, 
and she sensed the unmistakable pressure of another person. Opening her eyes 
again, she blinked and blinked, each time the single figure growing closer 
as she squinted in the dim light. It was Dale! The detective was walking 
toward where she was lying on the bed, and he was smiling. 

Slowly, it all began to come back-the party, taking the photographs of the 
Winthrop woman, the lewd performance in the downstairs room. She was very, 
very tired, and she felt ... debased! The wave of anxiety brought on by that 
memory was replaced by a new confusion as the detective reached her bedside. 

"Dale ... how'd I get here...." she said, struggling to sit up. "Why didn't 
you take me home?" 

"Just relax." Dale sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling. "Everything's 
going to be all right. You just drank too much, honey, and Rhoda brought you 
in here...." He chuckled and leaned toward her. 

Suddenly, she realized she was naked. She tried to cover herself with the 
sheet, but Dale held the bedclothes down.... 

"Move over, sweetheart," he slurred as he pushed closer to her. 

Nancy bolted upright in bed, forgetting for an instant that she was naked as 
his hand slid along her slender leg. She squeezed her knees together and 
pulled them tightly against her body at his touch. 

He pulled her toward him and kissed her. 

"Please ... no!" she said. 

Again, he kissed her, this time splurging his tongue into her half-parting 
lips. She couldn't help it ... but she felt something responding within 
herself. The liquor ... and watching the orgy at Dulany's house ... had made 
her strangely receptive to his advances. Dale kissed her again, and this 
time she felt something snap inside her head. Eagerly, she kissed him back. 

"That's more like it," he said. 

"I don't know ... oh God...." she moaned. 

He began gently stroking her long tapering leg, tracing the full curving 
line of her calf upward to her knee. 

Seconds later, she heard another voice and sensed that someone other than 
Dale was standing beside the bed. Feeling like she was fighting out of a 
deep coma, she managed to open her eyes and stared into the grinning face of 
a tall, red-haired woman! 

"It's Rhoda," Dale caught her hand when she reached again for the sheet to 
cover herself. 

Nancy blinked up at Reilly's wife. She struggled, once again, to pull up the 
sheet, but he nudged her back. "But, I ... I don't understand," she said in 
an alcohol-slurred voice. 

Suddenly, the attractive redhead looked at Dale and wrapped her arm around 
his waist. "Oh, you will, honey, you will." She laughed. "My husband here 
had wild tastes." 

Dale moved away from his wife and peered from the edge of the bed down into 
Nancy's face. "Now, you're going to do exactly what I say ... I want you to 
just lie there and relax and let Rhoda do what she wants to you." 

Rhoda grinned down at Nancy who looked back up with big uncomprehending 
eyes. Did Dale expect her to have sex with his wife? "No," she cried. "I've 
never done such a terrible thing before!" 

Her co-worker frowned from the side of the bed. "Relax, will you, Nancy? 
Just be still. No one's going to hurt you." 

Dale straightened, walked away from the bed and moved a chair up into a good 
viewing position. He nodded to his auburn-haired wife who pulled her blouse 
up over her head and tossed it onto the bureau. Seconds later, she unclasped 
a flimsy black brassiere and revealed her voluptuously full breasts. 

Nancy watched the rapidly undressing young woman with her eyes still wide 
and unfocused from sheer shock. There seemed to be two of her. Two tall, 
curvy, overlapping Rhoda's were now stepping out of their micro-skirts as 
Nancy watched. 

Rhoda twitched her hips as she began slowly rolling her black bikini panties 
down over her abdomen, until her "vee"-shaped triangle of auburn pubic curls 
was visible to Nancy on her ivory-skinned body. Finally, she pulled the 
skimpy black panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor, exposing 
her full-breasts body completely to Dale and Nancy. 

"Oh, God, no!" Nancy gasped, stifling a scream. This was a new, depraved 
side of life she'd never experienced before. Then Dale was pouring her drink 
from a bottle beside the bed and handing her the glass, and she was drinking 
it, to calm her nerves. "Why?" she asked, her voice trembling. 

"Because it'll give us pleasure and you're going to like it too." 

Nancy couldn't understand. Her attention was constantly shifting between the 
detective and the red-haired woman. Now she looked up to see Rhoda Reilly 
kneeling on all fours on the bed, right up between her own open thighs. She 
tried to close her legs, but couldn't because Rhoda's shoulders were in the 
way. In the struggle, Nancy's thighs had come apart, completely exposing the 
wispy inverted triangle of her pussy. Her hands flew down to cover her 
helplessly exposed vagina and the other woman gave a low chuckle, saying 
over her shoulder to Dale, "She's acting awful modest!" 

Dale ignored her. "Nancy, relax. Loosen up. Don't be so goddamn inhibited." 

The young blonde closed her eyes in shame and tried to choke back the sobs 
she felt rising in her throat. Now, Rhoda's soft hand was running over her 
quivering thighs, touching them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the 
tingling insides of her separated legs, then gently trailing up to where 
Nancy's hands were cupped protectively over her naked pussy. 

She could hear the older woman say, in a husky voice, "It won't do any good, 
honey. Remember, I'm a woman too, and I know what turns us on." 

Gently, Rhoda tried to pry loose Nancy's fearfully clamped fingers. But the 
young blonde clutched all the harder, pressing her fingers into the soft 
pink flesh of her cringing cunt, inadvertently separating her blonde curled 
pussy-lips, one from the other. 

Nancy's whole body leapt as she felt Rhoda's expert tongue softly licking on 
the quivering insides of her thighs and she tightened her hands over her 
whole trembling cuntal area with a sudden, helplessly excited moan. She 
could feel her clitoris swelling like a tiny nub of fire under her own 
clenching fingers, despite her attempt to hold the blaze back. 

"Ohhhhhhh, no, please, no!" She moaned as Rhoda's tongue began licking and 
lapping maddeningly on and on all over her hands, trying to force its wet 
way between her covering fingers and causing shivers of lust to course up 
and down her spine. God, she didn't want to get turned on, but so lewd and 
obscene was the detective's wife's slavering at her straining thighs that 
little shocks of pleasure like electric static crackled through the young 
girl's entire helplessly responding body. 

Wildly, she looked over at the private detective, who leered with shameless 
delight, as he watched his wife licking up and down between the young 
blonde's parting thighs. 

Nancy could almost feel the redhead's eyes boring into the pinkly glistening 
slit of her cunt peeping erotically from between her protecting fingers. 
Then she felt Rhoda's cheek resting on the sensitive flesh of her twisting 
thigh, close enough for the woman's nose and lips to be tickled by the 
sparse silken pussy-hair curling up between her fingers. 

The more the older woman's tongue probed, the harder the young blonde 
resisted, realizing with a frustrated moan that the harder she fought, the 
more desperately she was exciting herself. Rhoda's tongue began darting 
around, searching for an opening, a weakness, as Nancy-in order to prevent 
her-kept moving her fingers, inadvertently massaging her own pulsating 
cuntal mound. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her 
wanton arousal and the whimpering young girl realized she couldn't go on 
struggling against the salacious pleasure much longer. 

"Oh, God, no!" Her cunt was now becoming moist and her moans increased as 
Reilly's wife's burrowing tongue found the one unprotected corner of her 
blonde victim's throbbing vagina and slowly forced Nancy's fingers to one 
side a fateful fraction of an inch. Now Rhoda licked furiously while Nancy 
gritted her teeth and fought with what little moral force she had left not 
to give in! The utterly delicious sensations rippling through her lusting 
young body were not entirely new to her, not since the beginning of this 
week, anyway! Yes, she thought, there was a raging need in her unwillingly 
aroused pussy, and maybe it could be quenched by another woman. Her moans 
increased, and her heart fluttered as though she'd been injected with some 
strong aphrodisiac. Oh God! What was she thinking of? Fucking another 
woman?! 

"Uuuuuuuh!" she coughed, an involuntary groan of delight escaping from her 
throat. 

"Lie back. Just relax," Rhoda said. 

Then, in a surprise move, Rhoda darted her head lower so her tongue could 
find the enticing shadowy crevice of Nancy's buttocks, licking crazily while 
her fingers worked to part and widen the younger woman's firmly molded 
ass-cheeks. Nancy gasped and moaned in unbelieving joy while Rhoda eased her 
hands under her desperately churning buttocks to cup the two spontaneously 
wriggling half-moons in her hands. The tall, lustfully aggressive redhead 
tilted Nancy's hips ever so slightly, and the young blonde shuddered as she 
felt Rhoda's tongue flick hot and wet over her sensitively puckered little 
anus. Then it was slithering up inside her nether opening! 

"Aaaaaaaaargh," Nancy groaned before she could think. "It feels so 
goooooooooooood!" 

Struck numb with shame, she moved her hands fast in an attempt to stop the 
brazen older woman, and before she realized it, the redhead's moist mouth 
and tongue were working obscenely over Nancy's suddenly exposed pussy-lips! 
Nancy twisted and writhed helplessly on the bed, thrusting her hands on 
Rhoda's perspiration-beaded forehead to push the woman's slavering mouth 
away from between her legs. 

"Oh, Dale ... stop your wife. She's trying to lick ... my pussy!" 

But the protesting movement soon eased into revolving, undulating motions 
designed to lure that torturously worming tongue farther up between her 
throbbing cuntal lips! Oh God, it felt good, twisting and probing in her 
passion-heated cuntal flesh. She clenched and ground her ass-cheeks up and 
down, virtually helpless before the long searing tongue thrusting deeper up 
toward her love-starved vaginal hole. It was too good, too delicious to 
resist any more! 

Oh! She'd never had her susceptible pussy tongue-loved by anyone, let alone 
another woman! Lesbianism! Yes, that's what it was. It was contrary to 
everything she'd ever been taught, but she wanted it anyway! 

The young career girl lifted her head forward to see what she could, her 
eyes suddenly filled with the intoxicating spectacle of Rhoda's long 
flame-colored hair streaming like wildfire over her own passionately heaving 
hips and thighs. She felt the soft magic puffs of cool air grazing her own 
delectably naked pussy, merging with the maddening wet caresses of Rhoda's 
tongue now furrowing up her glistening vaginal slit from her desire-moist 
cuntal mouth, then licking her tiny bud-like clitoris into excited hardness. 

Then, the redhead withdrew her burrowing head from between Nancy's 
helplessly splayed out thighs. She moved quickly up on top of the prostrate 
girl and ground her throbbing pussy into Nancy's vagina, the soft tendrils 
of her pubic hair massaging Nancy's sensation-filled cunt and exciting the 
young blonde still further. "Split those lovely legs as wide as you can, 
you're going for a real ride now, baby!" Rhoda hissed. 

Clear-headed for a second, Nancy shot the woman's husband a pleading glance. 

Dale was sitting on the edge of his chair. "Go ahead, let her fuck you," he 
encouraged. "Spread your legs so she can rub her cunt against your pussy!" 

Nancy felt the detective's wife's voluptuous, supple-fleshed body crushing 
down over her own, and Rhoda's softly swaying breasts and distended nipples 
grazing tauntingly against her own breasts. The redhead's full-lipped mouth 
lowered down to Nancy's lush white mounds, and she sucked one tingling 
nipple into a quivering nugget shape. A wild sensation charged through 
Nancy's nakedly trembling form. It felt to her as though hot needles were 
being pricked all over her captive body; she was nothing but a sex-toy 
tonight, jumping to every depraved whim of either Dale Reilly or his 
red-haired wife. 

"Open your legs, yeesssss, open them wide," Rhoda directed, sitting lewdly 
straight up over the young blonde's loins. 

She again began grinding her hungry pussy hard down against Nancy's open 
cunt as the obscenely intoxicated younger woman mewled with shameless 
pleasure and thrust upward, rotating her hips around and around as if they 
were on oiled ball bearings. 

And as the older woman and the young girl detective rubbed their excited 
pussies lewdly together, Nancy watched Dale wrestling out of his clothing. 
He threw his slacks and shirt carelessly on the floor. Then she saw him 
standing at the side of the bed, his long, rigidly swollen cock swaying out 
in front of him like an obscene serpent. 

"Jesus!" With a guttural sound, Dale crawled onto the bed behind the two 
excitedly humping females. Nancy gasped heavily as his additional weight was 
placed on top of her, forming an obscene sandwich with his redheaded wife in 
the middle. It took only an instant for Nancy to figure out what Dale was 
doing. She could feel it. He was fucking his wife's grateful young pussy 
from behind and she was moaning insanely while her face pressed down in the 
hollow of Nancy's neck. The redhead moaned blissfully, and closed her eyes. 
"Ohhhhhhhh! Fuck meeeeeee! Dale baby, yesssssss!" 

Nancy could feel the detective screwing wildly into his wife from above, 
could feel his semen-filled balls slap down hard on her own moist pussy 
flesh nakedly exposed between Rhoda's widespread thighs. With each thrust 
Dale made into the redhead's eagerly milking cunt, the whole bed rocked 
violently; Rhoda's little belly rippled wildly against Nancy's while the 
auburn-haired woman stabbed her tongue deep between the blonde's 
passionately accepting lips. 

Dale shifted his weight and Nancy could feel his lubricant-slick cock slip 
out of Rhoda's moistly clinging cunt. Then she felt it part her own 
unresisting pussy mouth! 

He was in a position to change from one hotly hungering cunt to another at 
will, and now he screwed into his young blonde co-worker with an obscene 
vengeance. His wife's additional weight between them, jiggling like a buffer 
of resilient foam rubber, tantalizing Nancy's stiff-nippled breasts, 
increased the licentious effect of his wild, hard fucking. The tight wet 
heat of Nancy's pussy sucked around his rampaging cock like a voracious 
vacuum, drawing ardently against his loose foreskin. Now the shamelessly 
excited blonde felt as though she were past orgasm, that she was too aroused 
to ever cum! 

"Ummmmm," she hummed into Rhoda's passion-swollen lips, wishing this insane 
drunken night could go on forever ... and forever! She could sense the 
strange obscene aspects of herself opening like a pornographic prism inside 
her. Dale fucking her, then slipping his cock into Rhoda's eagerly rocking 
cunt moments later, was so lewd and immoral, but so exciting! 

Behind the redhead's kneeling body, Dale grabbed Rhoda's nakedly trembling 
buttocks and kneaded the soft globe-like mounds in rough thick fingers. 
Then, he fucked her some more from the kneeling animal-like position, 
plunging his ramrod cock home until its turgid head slapped heavily against 
the cushiony tip of her cervix. 

"Ugh! Ooooh God!" Rhoda groaned, raising her passionately straining buttocks 
for deeper thrusts. 

It was savage! Wild! It was just too much! The thought of acting in such a 
bestial way and of being so sluttish was mind-blowing for young Nancy! Then, 
Dale's thrusting up into Nancy's own clasping pussy hole-forcing his penis 
up between her now willingly widespread thighs while the redhead joggled 
nakedly on top of her undulating body-was enough to drive her to the brink 
of orgasm." 

"Oooooooooooh, I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING!" she moaned into the feathery softness 
of Rhoda's long hair trailing across her face. 

Like a crack of sizzling lightning, Nancy came, wracked and convulsed by a 
pleasure so sweet and intense that it turned her body liquid, limp, and with 
a loud groan she collapsed. 

And still, it wasn't over. 

Nancy moved to the side of the mattress, enjoying her body tingling at the 
sight of Dale fucking Rhoda, still from behind. She watched him on top of 
his wife, with her, slender legs wrapped back around his calves as he 
slammed into her tight little belly with frenzied pile-driving force. 

"Oh, shit ... yes, fuck it, fuck it to meeeee!" Rhoda cried out in wild, 
abandoned ecstasy. Nancy could see the woman's orgasm coming in the way she 
slapped her hands down on the mattress and gritted her teeth. 

The redhead's eyes tightened and closed, and Nancy felt a sympathetic 
whirlpool of delight racing through her own ravished pussy mound as she 
watched the detective's long, blood-engorged shaft pull out to just below 
its heart-shaped head, then plunge back up inside his wife's convulsing 
vagina again. Rhoda kicked out her legs on either side of Dale's rigidly 
muscular torso, grunted, then fell on the mattress with a crooning, 
high-pitched squeal. 

"Aieee, God, I'm cumming! Oh Christ!" 

Moments later Dale scrambled up from his satiated wife, and leaped like a 
wild satyr back onto his young blonde co-worker. "Okay, Nancy ... it's your 
turn again, baby!" His wickedly impaling hardness slipped easily into her 
orgasm-drenched pussy. The velvety warmth of her vaginal walls clasped and 
sucked hotly around him, urging him to fuck her into the bed without thought 
of mercy or gentleness. 

"That's it," Rhoda chanted from beside them. "Yes, fuck the life out of her! 
Screw her tight little cunt into the mattress!" 

Nancy's still throbbing vagina milked into him a hardness and rigidity that 
Dale had never felt before. Her hips were practically spinning in place as 
he groaned and lurched adulterously over her. He held the young blonde tight 
around her back, flattening her large melony breasts against his hairy 
chest, not even caring if she could breathe. 

"Oh God, yes," came her muffled voice. "Don't stop, Dale, I'm cumming 
again!" 

And then he came too! 

Like an erupting volcano, his white-hot sperm spewed in viscous streams deep 
up into her tightening cunt, filling her to the brim of her tenderly sucking 
vaginal lips, and fountaining more of the burning jets of semen until it 
felt as though he would burst her open like a cum-filled balloon! 

The night became wilder, more abandoned. Between bouts on the mattress, they 
drank glass after glass of Scotch, then piled onto the bed again, acting as 
though the Black and White Company had spiked the liquor with aphrodisiac. 
Half the time they didn't care what they did, and half the time Nancy 
couldn't tell who was doing what to whom anyway. Finally, she staggered up 
to the bureau for another drink, then collapsed, feeling the redhead 
fondling her exhausted young body in a lesbian embrace as she fell asleep. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

After that night at Lance Dulany's, Nancy remained at Safeway Security 
because she had no other alternative. Luckily she hadn't gotten pregnant 
from the rape her first night at the shopping mall. But now there were other 
things of equal concern to her that loomed more important than her job. 
She'd felt almost as shamed about photographing an adulterous Sally Winthrop 
as she had about participating in the lewd goings-on at Dale's house after 
the party. Three weeks later, she read about the Winthrop's divorce 
proceedings in the Rockdale paper; the caption under a photograph of the 
attractive socialite had read: Former Blue-Book Deb Involved in "Swinging" 
Scandal ... Nancy'd known that the photographs she'd taken were to be used 
in a divorce suit, but seeing the details of that lurid night in newsprint 
dealt a crushing blow to her conscience. 

This wasn't all that persuaded her to leave her job. 

Although Rockdale was a large metropolis, there was much about it that 
resembled a small town. For instance: Nancy's mother was friends with 
Willamena Jacobs, the gossipy woman living across the street from Nancy. 
Mrs. Jacobs had observed the young blonde coming in late and had noted that 
twice she'd appeared under the influence of alcohol. This got back to Mrs. 
Mullins, who reported what she'd heard to her daughter. By way of veiled 
threats, she was able to persuade Nancy to quit her job and move back in 
with her parents. 

Submitting her resignation to Bill Flaxman, who'd been rather nice to the 
young blonde, wasn't easy. The balding older man had inquired about her 
reasons, obviously wondering if her first night's experience at the shopping 
mall had something to do with it. After she'd convinced him that she was 
leaving for strictly personal reasons, she sensed, from a glimmer in his 
eye, that Bill partially understood something had happened between her and 
Chief Detective Reilly. 

The days following her resignation were dreary ones, although the sparkling 
autumn weather brightened her mood somewhat. She'd been putting off looking 
for a new job, but her presence in her parents' house disturbed Mr. Mullins 
who wanted his daughter to find a new job immediately. So she took a 
position as a waitress at Poor Richard's Chicken House, a restaurant on the 
rural outskirts of the city. One night, she spotted Dale and Rhoda Reilly 
sitting at the swank bar adjoining the restaurant; she didn't know if they 
saw her as she carried drinks from the bar to her tables, but later that 
evening her boss, Jim Ackerly, brought her a note written in Dale's 
masculine scrawl: 

Dear Nancy: 

Rhoda and I are sorry about how this has turned out. Maybe you'd like to 
drop by the house for a drink. Anytime that's best for you is fine for us. 
Keep smiling. 

Best, Dale Reilly 

She tore the note into tiny shreds, and tossed it into a waste-disposal in 
the kitchen. Later that night, she saw Dale sitting alone at the bar Rhoda 
evidently had gone home-and when he slid off his barstool to talk to her, 
she turned away with her tray of drinks, firmly resolved never to speak to 
the older detective again. 

Despite her decision to make a complete break with her past, there were 
things the young blonde just couldn't change in herself. Lying in bed of an 
evening, she was often tempted to touch herself up between her tensely 
throbbing legs. After her parents lights had gone out, she would begin 
massaging the straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the trembling 
nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until it felt like 
she would rip them loose from the quivering mounds. 

Then suddenly she would drop her hands to her trembling little belly, 
roaming her fingers down to the softly curling pubic hair up between her 
firm young thighs. Slowly, she would spread her legs, and watch as the 
silken blonde hair covering her pussy became apparent in the moonlight. Her 
aroused little pussy-lips would be pulsating against her fingertips as she 
drew the narrow pink slit open, exposing her cuntal flesh to the cool night 
air. Then, she'd drop her head back on the pillow, a feeling of restiveness 
and insecurity flooding her unsatisfied body. Though she wanted to cum, 
there were too many "hang-ups", that were holding her back! 

And there were other maddening distractions.... 

While she was waiting on tables, her mind would wander back to that evening 
at the shopping mall, and to the man named Johnny. Where was he now? She 
imagined him arriving in some small midwestern town, forcibly seducing other 
pretty girls who were perhaps as innocent as she had been herself. Had her 
rapist been aware that it was he who had taken her precious virginity and 
that his lewd, sadistic penetration of her had drastically changed her life? 

During reflective moments such as this, she dreaded facing the customers 
awaiting her in the restaurant. They glared at the young blonde with 
appraising eyes, the hunger glimmering in them throwing her into a state of 
internal frenzy. Then there was Jim Ackerly, her new boss, who seemed always 
to be following her. In a fit of depression one night because Ackerly had 
been eyeing her interestedly all evening, Nancy slipped into the dressing 
room near the kitchen, unaware that the bar owner was tagging behind her. 
She stood in front of the dressing room mirror, daubing her tear-smeared 
make-up, when she felt the tall, almost good-looking man breathing on her 
neck and his arms encircle her waist. 

"What you cryin' about?" he said in a drawling Georgia accent. 

"I'm sorry, I'm acting like a fool," she excused herself. 

"Now, honey, I can make them tears stop ... no need to cry your heart out 
for nothing," said her boss, thrusting one leg licentiously between her 
trembling young thighs from behind. 

"Please, can't you see I'm-" 

Something violently impulsive within herself responded-as though her tears 
of frustration were transformed into a desire for orgasm, for 
self-obliteration as Ackerly spun her around in his arms. Nancy hugged her 
helplessly quivering thighs close to him, as her boss thrust her wildly 
against a sack of clean linen in a corner of the dressing room, pushing her 
down into the spilled laundry with uncontrolled abandon. Then, the bar owner 
was tugging her wispy panties down over her long slender legs to the floor. 

She heard him sigh as he undid the belt to his pants, then felt the 
throbbing head of his cock prodding hot and heavy against her prematurely 
moistening cunt. She widened her legs, giving him access to her eagerly 
waiting vagina, mindlessly not caring how it happened and who was doing it, 
just so long as it was done quickly to fill that yawning void up inside her 
womb. 

He thrust into her rapidly, his long racing cock eliciting surge after surge 
of pure pleasure in the young waitress's shamelessly turned-on body. He 
kissed her wetly on the lips, and she responded with immediate passion, 
darting her tongue like a snake into his mouth. 

"Screwwwwwww, fuckkk meeeeeeee!" Nancy crooned into Ackerly's crimsoning 
face. 

She could feel the metal zipper to his fly scraping wantonly against her 
knees, where his slacks thrashed about his own knees as he rammed violently 
into her, while his sperm-filled balls played a lewd tattoo on her upturned 
buttocks. Then suddenly they were both cumming, and she could hear their 
groans of animal-like abandon filling the tiny room. 

Nancy didn't return to the restaurant next evening. She'd worked for less 
than two weeks at the Chicken House, and then, compelled to move on, found a 
new job as a clerk in a department store, one of the last remaining in 
downtown Rockdale. Her mother suspected there'd been some trouble at the 
restaurant, but when the frail middle-aged lady inquired about Nancy 
quitting her job, the young blonde's only response was a stone-like silence. 

If word was getting around Rockdale about her promiscuity, Nancy hadn't 
heard of it; but it was no secret to the girl what had happened to her: 
she'd lost the prudish restraints which had guided her throughout childhood, 
and with no new morality to replace the old one, she was prey to impulses 
over which she had no control. She began picking up men indiscriminately, 
meeting them in the singles bar near the department store and accompanying 
them to motels or apartments where she and her casual bed-partner would make 
rapid, impersonal love. 

One evening after work, she and a middle-aged Rockdale businessman whom she 
had been seeing off and on for a few weeks were caught parking by a 
policeman just as she'd pulled the man's long, throbbingly erect penis from 
his pants. The trauma of being seen in the act of making love put a scare 
into the Mullins girl, and for days after the harrowing experience she 
didn't even think of sex. 

When Janice Cooper, an old college friend, called Nancy the week before 
Thanksgiving, inviting the attractive blonde to a sleep-over party at the 
Cooper's family farm, Nancy realized that a kind of test for herself was at 
hand. Despite numerous temptations during the past two weeks, she'd managed 
to refrain from having sex with anyone, including herself. Janice, a 
raven-haired beauty, who had been runner-up in the senior prom-queen contest 
that Nancy had won, told Nancy her former boyfriend Hank would be present at 
the gathering. Hearing this was like being given a choice between the 
dungeon and drowning: she couldn't bear the thought of staying home while 
being seen by Hank after all that had happened this fall, was an equally 
frightful alternative. Nevertheless, she found herself telling the Cooper 
girl that she'd go to the party, and she spent the rest of that week before 
Thanksgiving pouting about it. 

She got off work at noon on Wednesday, and when she arrived home, her mother 
handed her an envelope addressed to her which had been received in the mail 
that morning. It was from Dale. Nancy slipped into her bedroom, closed the 
door, and read the letter, the jist of which was that Bill Flaxman had been 
hospitalized by a heart attack a week ago, and that Dale, now director of 
the private detective agency, was interested in having her back as an 
employee. She was surprised by the formal tone of Dale's note. However, 
Nancy's thoughts, dwelling on the up-coming party, couldn't even summon 
themselves to consider his generous offer of a raise in salary if she 
rejoined the agency. 

She hadn't seen Janice Cooper since graduation last June. When the darkly 
attractive brunette pulled her VW bug up to the Mullin's house Wednesday 
evening, Nancy's nerves were tingling with raw anticipation. 

"How's the job going, Nancy?" Janice said, after she'd backed out of the 
Mullins' driveway and was heading downtown. 

"Didn't I tell you?" said the Mullins girl. "I quit. That was at least a 
month and a half ago." 

"Oh no, you didn't," Janice said. "What was the matter?" 

"I decided I wasn't exactly suited for being a detective," she said. 

Janice laughed. "You only worked for that what was it?-agency for about a 
month. You sure changed your mind fast." 

"It didn't take me long to realize that it's a man's world ... much more 
than I thought." 

"But you knew all along that very few women ... well, that you wouldn't fit 
in, as if you were just one of the boys." 

Nancy threw a sidelong glance at her brunette girlfriend. "No ... I suppose 
I didn't." 

"Some people, girls we knew in school," Janice said, "they've been saying 
all sorts of dreadful things. But, of course, it's no doubt exaggerated." 

"What's exaggerated." 

Janice drew in her breath and the bug-like car picked up speed. Nancy saw 
the needle on the speedometer touch eighty. 

"That you've changed," Janice said succinctly, "although you seem the same 
to me!" 

"C'mon, Janice," Nancy said irritably. "How do they say I've changed?" 

"Well, Sally Walker, a friend of a friend, told me you'd been seen at the 
Tip Top Bar, that place where guys go to pick up single women." 

"I can't deny I've been there. But that doesn't mean anything...." 

"No, I guess it doesn't," Janice said. 

Late afternoon shadows raced along the tree-studded cornfields beside them. 
Janice had turned down a country road, and now small round stones clanked 
against the front fenders of the car. Abruptly, Janice's farmhouse appeared 
on the gray horizon with the Wahatchee River unraveling like a rope in the 
distance. Nancy and Janice spent the last hours of daylight cleaning up the 
downstairs rooms to the house. There was no electricity, and they lit 
kerosene lanterns which threw off a romantically flickering light. Hank and 
Jill Williams, his date for the evening, and two other young men Nancy had 
known at college were expected later. Nancy thought it was odd that Janice 
hadn't asked how she felt about seeing her former boyfriend-but then, there 
was something funny, she thought, about their plans for the entire evening. 
Perhaps Janice thought inviting Hank and Nancy to the farmhouse would be a 
way of getting the two back together again. Janice had never been very wild 
in college, but Nancy noted that the curvaceous brunette's style of dressing 
had changed-she wore a flashy vinyl mini-skirt, and taking off her sweater, 
Nancy noted that she wasn't wearing a brassiere beneath her revealing 
see-through blouse. 

Just after eight o'clock, the headlights of a car splashed through the 
calico curtains to the living room. Ralph Jameson and Sy MacNeil, both 
former football players at the university, bounded up the creaky front 
porch, and came in the door, their faces ruddy from the autumn cold. 

"Nancy Mullins! Haven't seen you since last June! How's the life as a 
private eye?" Sy embraced Nancy and then swept past her to greet Janice 
before the young blonde could answer. 

Ralph, whom Nancy had dated occasionally during her junior year, made a 
blaze in the fireplace, and Sy began busily mixing drinks. Both young men 
were muscularly built-Ralph, being slightly taller than his companion, 
though he had an easy-going manner that tended to underplay his size. Nancy 
could see by the way Sy wrapped his arm possessively around Janice's slender 
waist that he was the brunette's date for the evening. Nancy, anxiously 
anticipating Hank's arrival, sat down beside Ralph on the davenport facing 
the fireplace. 

"I guess you feel funny, Hank coming here and all," Ralph said after a 
moment. 

"We're no longer going together, so what difference does it make?" she 
shrugged. 

He gave her fully rounded young breasts an appraising glance, and said: 
"Yeah, I hadn't thought of that. We can have our own fun. There's no reason 
to dig up the past." 

"I haven't seen Hank in a couple of months," she added, sipping her drink. 

"Well, you must be a little uptight," said Ralph, "I mean, you got to be, 
not having seen him for so long." 

A log in the fireplace blazed brightly, the sparks sputtering against the 
hearth-screen. Nancy peered into the bluish flame and saw the shapes of 
faces and naked bodies undulating devilishly as the fire consumed itself. 
"Yes ... we were engaged," she admitted to Ralph, "but my job and his moving 
away to Leedstown had a lot to do with our breaking up." 

"You sure look good, Nancy," Ralph said, as though he hadn't heard what she 
was saying. "Good enough to eat." 

Nancy saw Sy and Janice glance up from where they were talking at a wooden 
table across the room from the davenport. 

"I hope I wasn't rude or anything, I didn't mean to be," Ralph cleared his 
throat. 

"Oh, no, you weren't," Nancy said with an understanding smile. 

"I sure feel good about seeing you," he casually dropped his arm behind the 
davenport so that it rested against her shoulders. 

"You're nice, Ralph," she said. Something urged her to reciprocate with a 
gesture that reassured Ralph she felt the same about him. She remembered the 
few good times she'd had with the handsome dark-haired boy, and wondered why 
she hadn't been more serious about him. The answer, of course, was Hank. And 
now she'd come to Janice's farm with the intention of seeing her former 
boyfriend and showing him she wasn't pining away like a deserted Cinderella 
since they'd broken up. She hadn't counted on picking up another man at the 
same time, but that wild animal-lust that had driven her to have casual 
encounters with men at the Tip Top Bar seemed to be playing havoc with her 
common sense again. 

She and Ralph had two more drinks before Janice, deciding that Hank and his 
date weren't arriving tonight, called her three friends to dinner. They 
roasted hot dogs and warmed pork and beans over an embering fire. 

After finishing, Ralph and Nancy took a walk along the river. 

"My God, it's beautiful," she said; the stars were flung prodigiously across 
the sky and the evening's breeze acted as a stimulant on the senses. 

Suddenly, Ralph drew her close to him and pressed his lips wetly to hers. 

"N-No. Let's go back, Ralph," she said, pulling away from him. 

"What for?" he asked, almost dumbly. 

"I just want to." 

"Christ almighty, I can't figure you out," said the college football player. 

"I want you to make love to me, but not here, at the house," she said, not 
able to control her desire to be physically ravished by this old friend. 

"Well, I mean ... are you sure?" He was astonished by her suddenly 
aggressive tone. 

She again let him kiss her, and it felt like thousands of little sparks were 
erupting in her young loins. "Now, you know I'm sure," she said, playing her 
hands down his big chest till they rested on his stomach, just above his 
slacks. 

When they got back to the house, they found Sy, unaccoustomedly wearing 
Janice's apron. He was finishing the dishes at the sink in the kitchen. 

"Look, Sy," Ralph whispered to his friend, "something's come up...." 

"Don't look at me," said Ralph's red-haired teammate. "Janice and I had an 
argument, and she went to bed." 

"You don't understand," Ralph gesticulated nervously, "I got a scene here 
with Nancy. You sure Hank won't be by tonight?" 

"I doubt it. And if he is, who gives a crap? Nancy's not going with him 
anymore." Sy shrugged and accompanied his friend into the living room. 

Nancy was standing at the door to the downstairs bedroom, her big blue eyes 
misty with lewd anticipatory exhilaration. She saw the two youths standing 
in the light from the fireplace, and suddenly she knew she wanted both of 
them ... at the same time! Her former boyfriend hadn't arrived tonight, and 
the disappointment she felt was reason enough for giving way to her 
orgiastic desires. "C'mon, boys ... I'm waiting...." she said, her voice 
attenuated by an unholy silence that seemed to rush through the room. 

"Could she mean...." Sy grinned at Ralph, then looked back at her. "Nancy, 
you interested in both of us? Well, if Ralph doesn't mind sharing his date." 

Ralph didn't say anything, he looked too surprised, so Nancy spoke up. "I 
don't think he'd mind." 

"You think you can handle the two of us?" Sy moved hurriedly into the 
bedroom with Ralph following. 

"I suppose so," Nancy gulped. She was the one who had brought up the wild 
idea, she realized, but it still seemed incredible! 

"What do you really think, Ralph?" Sy turned to his friend. "You mind me 
messing around on your turf?" 

"Nah ... no hang-ups whatsoever," Ralph said excitedly. 

Sy sat down on the bed, leering anxiously at Nancy, while Ralph leaned 
against the bureau. Nancy guessed this sort of thing went on a lot ... she'd 
suggested it herself, after all ... but she still didn't know quite how to 
get it started. She smiled back at the two men from the center of the 
carpet, curious about what it would be like but also filled with a strange 
dread that the party might get unmanageable. 

"You like taking off your clothes in front of strange men?" Sy's voice broke 
the momentary quiet. 

"I don't know," Nancy teased. "I never did it before." 

"Girls say they always get a weird kick out of it. Sort of like being on 
stage for the first time," Sy laughed. "Butterflies in the stomach, the 
whole thing." 

"I wouldn't know," Nancy said, determined to keep up her nerve." 

"Well, let's have a ball," Sy said, rubbing his palms together. "Nancy, 
honey. Take off your clothes ... ladies first." 

At first, Nancy's hands trembled slightly as she began unbuttoning her tight 
sweater. She'd suggested this thing so quickly, before really considering 
what she was getting herself into, she thought as she dropped the clinging 
wool garment onto the carpet. Then she regained some of her poise. A wicked 
chill raced over her almost naked upper body as she stood before the two 
ex-football players with her lushly formed young breasts swelling 
voluptuously out from her skimpy white brassiere. 

"Now the skirt," Ralph said, his enthusiasm mounting. 

Quickly, Nancy unzipped her miniskirt and slipped it down her legs. The 
awareness that two men were watching her disrobe sent an extra charge racing 
through her half-naked body. She turned her back to them and bent over to 
pick up her skirt from the carpet, sensing their burning glances as her 
rounded buttocks came into view. Her white bikini panties slipped teasingly 
between the rounded cheeks of her buttocks and remained indented in the 
crevice as she straightened up again and tossed her skirt on a chair. 

Behind her, she heard Ralph's breath quickening in harmony with Sy's, and 
she felt doubly excited by their anxiousness to see her naked. Nancy turned, 
feeling totally wanton and whorish, and definitely liking the feeling 
somewhere deep down inside. Reaching behind she unsnapped her brassiere and 
exposed her pink-nippled breasts to their avid gaze, suddenly more excited 
than she'd ever been before. She could almost see the last of her modesty 
and reluctance slipping from her as the two young men gaped hungrily at her 
nipples rising in responsive hardness. 

With a slow teasing smile, she hooked her thumbs in her elastic panty 
waistband. Then she rolled the flimsy material inch by inch down over her 
full-fleshed thighs and long tapering legs to the floor. Standing before 
them now, completely naked, another exotic thrill charged through her as 
their hungry eyes devoured her curvaceous young body for a long moment. 

"Hey, let's get out of these clothes," Ralph started up from the bureau and 
began undressing, with Sy quickly following suit. By the time Nancy had 
picked up her panties and tossed them on the chair, her two former college 
classmates were standing before her equally as naked as she. Her eyes raced 
over their virile young bodies-Ralph so rugged and tall, Sy shorter but more 
muscular. Their fully erect penises speared out directly at her, sensing 
her, like two snakes about to strike! Suddenly, she knew she was going to 
enjoy this evening ... more than anything in the world! 

"Now ... into the sack," Sy laughingly suggested. "I don't think it'll be 
too crowded." 

Nancy swayed provocatively toward the bed, Ralph following closely behind 
her. Then the aroused young blonde was dropping onto the mattress between Sy 
and Ralph. She felt the soft bedspread brush against her girlish buttocks as 
she propped herself up against a pillow and looked down. Their cocks were 
stone-hard and straining against her naked thighs on each side as the lewd 
tension in the air increased! On either side their penises jerked against 
her thighs, and the lustful tingling throughout her whole naked body blazed 
down into her pussy where it centered with maddening intensity. 

"Reach down and hold our cocks." Sy's brown eyes narrowed, and Nancy's hands 
moved quickly to do what he had commanded. Their two rods of desire-hardened 
male flesh lurched out and her hands curled automatically around each one, 
embracing a stiffly pulsating cock-shaft in each palm. 

She worked the two blood-engorged penises gently between her clasping 
fingers for several minutes, sliding their loose foreskins up and down over 
the blunt bulbous heads until clear lubricant appeared, oozing from the tiny 
slits in the centers. Oh, this was so obscene! Sy's hand moved upward to Cup 
her ripely heaving young breasts, while Ralph, on her other side, pulled her 
legs wide apart and splayed one hand over her nakedly seeping 
pussy.-"Oooooooh, that feels so goooooooood," Nancy gasped. She felt so high 
... so good ... so hot! Suddenly, she was riding high on sheer lewd 
excitement. 

"Oh!" she whimpered in lascivious delight as four lust-inspired hands 
coursed at will over her wildly hungering young flesh. The voluptuous blonde 
girl was forced back down on the bed between the boys, her arms loose at her 
sides, her body trembling from the wicked sensations running through her 
unprotected flesh. Ralph's lengthy blood-engorged cock rubbed warmly against 
her thigh, trailing wet premature ejaculate in his excitement, and 
increasing the wanton feeling a hundredfold. Then Sy's mouth clamped down 
hard on her lips, his tongue splurging into her open mouth. Nancy began 
undulating wantonly with the hard pressure of the two ex-football players 
rocking insistently against her. 

The young girl gave their hotly throbbing cocks each an extra tight little 
squeeze. She swallowed hard as Ralph and Sy continued to roam their hands 
with greater urgency over her softly quivering curves, their eyes and bodies 
straining closer and closer to her proffered nakedness with each passing 
second. Her hands too moved faster and faster now over their massively 
jerking rods of flesh sliding in and out of her tight-clasping fingers. 

Nancy felt a rising passion beginning deep in her gently fluttering belly. 
Her obscene wantonness and the impending ravishment of her young body sent 
tiny strange ripples dancing through her lust-inflamed nerves. Just thinking 
about two men going to fuck her made hot shivers of forbidden delight pulse 
through her tingling pussy, and warm cuntal moisture come gushing rapidly 
down between her parted legs. 

"You ready now?" Sy asked hotly. "I can't wait much longer." 

"You go on and do it to her first," Ralph's voice cracked. "It just might 
warm her up for some real fucking when I get to her." 

"There's nothing I'd like better," his shorter stockier friend said, 
studying the young blonde's provocatively swaying form spread out between 
them on the bed. He sat up beside her, letting his eyes play momentarily 
over her lushly rounded breasts on down to her sparse blonde pussy hair 
nestled in a soft triangle between her thighs. He ran one finger greedily 
upward from Nancy's delicately shaped ankle, and she responsively drew up 
her leg. 

The passionate girl's eyes flickered admiringly over his muscular form as he 
crawled up over her naked body. Edging up between her lewdly parting thighs, 
he knelt with his long slender cock jutting like a flag pole straight out 
from his hair-covered loins. 

"Oh, yes, yes, do it to me!" Nancy groaned as he hovered over her. 

"Now don't take all night," Ralph said impatiently. "I'm about to shoot my 
wad just watching you." 

The red-haired man's hands circled around Nancy's girlishly narrow waist as 
he pivoted himself closer up between her lewdly widespread thighs. Nancy 
scissored out her long shapely legs in obscene encouragement, anxious to 
feel his long hard cock up deep in her pulsating pussy. Then she realized 
her old friend had something else in mind! He gripped her flaring hips until 
he'd wedged himself up to a sitting position on her stomach, his pulsating 
cock wagging lewdly just below her breasts and his velvety soft balls 
resting on her belly. 

Nancy lifted up her head from the pillow, thinking Sy was going to plunge 
his rigidly erect penis into her mouth. "Oh, God, yes, yes!" she moaned, her 
glance falling thirstily on his cock extending its lust-hardened head just 
below her melon-round breasts. 

"It's been a long time since I fucked a woman between the tits," Sy said, a 
hungry leer flickering over his angular face. 

Nancy lowered her eyes in momentary confusion as a tiny drop of clear male 
pre-cum seeped wetly from the small slit at the end of his cock. She felt 
him readjust his weight on her belly, shifting his muscle-hard buttocks 
closer to her nakedly heaving breasts. He wasn't going to put it in her 
mouth, he was going to fuck her between her breasts! God, she thought, it 
would be even more obscene and depraved, even more thrilling! 

"Oooooooooh," she moaned as Sy placed his hands on her firmly rounded 
breasts and drew them close together. At the same time, he thrust his long 
penis into the deep valley between their tantalizing fullness. He cupped his 
hands harder around her sensually soft breasts and pushed them even closer 
together until only his blunt blood-heavy cock-head appeared at the top. 

"God, yessssss!" the pinioned young blonde gasped as she watched his 
massively beating penis slithering up and down between her breasts, the tiny 
opening at the end winking at her eye-like and straining almost to her chin! 
"Oh, Lord, yes, fuck my breasts!" she could feel his hot stalk of flesh 
pulsing licentiously against her sensitive young flesh and an uncontrolled 
responsive warmth shot through her trembling breasts and down to the center 
of her neglected pussy below. 

"That's it, Sy, get her good and hot," he heard Ralph's excited voice from 
somewhere beside them. 

The ex-football player's hands massaged the large succulent softness of her 
breasts, tweaking her erect little nipples into diamond-chip hardness. And 
as he squeezed the lewdly stiffening little buds between his thumbs and 
forefingers, a throbbing sensation seared through her hotly quivering belly. 

"Oh, yes, do that to me! Pinch my breasts!" she moaned, beginning to strain 
with the sensuality surging through her helpless young body. 

Sy's long hard penis stiffened into even greater rigidity when he felt her 
start writhing beneath him on the bed. Her lewdly uplifting movements 
enveloped his blood-engorged penis even deeper between her voluptuously 
formed breasts, and he thrust it back and forth feverishly, increasing the 
speed while his mind reeled with overpowering excitement. Nothing else 
mattered but sinking his passion-knotted hardness up between her warm 
enclosing breasts ... he didn't hear Ralph urging him on, or his own 
animal-like groans as he kneaded her resiliently oozing breasts with hands 
he no longer controlled. 

"Shit," he sighed, looking down to see the tight wedges of Nancy's 
breast-flesh protruding in milk-white bloodless ridges between his mauling 
fingers. His head dropped to one berry-like nipple and he began sucking 
hungrily on it. 

Nancy gasped, feeling his warm breath flowing over her straining chest and 
arms. His hands were forcing her breasts over his thickly poking cock until 
it completely disappeared! 

"Shit, I've never seen anyone get it between the tits like that," Ralph 
admitted from beside them. "I'm not waiting any longer." 

There was suddenly another movement around Nancy's head and Ralph's hairy 
abdomen brushed against her cheek as he maneuvered his penis up to her face. 
Then his fully erect cock pressed against her chin, and he lifted her head 
with one hand as he guided his passion-inflated member toward the young 
blonde's wetly parted lips. 

"Oh, yesssss, let me suck your cock ... while Sy fucks ... my breasts!" she 
gasped. 

She kept her eyes open in delight as his satin-smooth cock-head brushed 
against her willingly ovaled lips. She wanted to do it. And the fact that 
above her, between the closely-held mounds of her breasts, his friend was 
eagerly fucking back and forth, made it just that more wicked and exciting! 

Nancy opened her mouth and her lips rounded over Ralph's hotly jutting 
maleness. Slowly, experimentally at first, she ran her tongue over the 
throbbing head. Then she began to swirl it in tiny licking circles, feeling 
the shock of what she was doing ripple through his desire-tensed body. 
Teasingly, she inserted her tongue-tip into the narrow wet slit at the top, 
tasting his warm, impatiently oozing seminal fluid, and loving it. 

Ralph's hotly pounding cock, sliding up into the warm wet suction created by 
the young blonde's mouth, made a lewd whooshing sound as it entered and 
exited. Moving her head sideways, Nancy lowered her mouth down on his rigid 
penis, all the way until the blond-haired man could see nothing but a small 
white bit at the base protruding from her stretched pink lips surrounding 
it. Nancy began a slow back and forth movement with her cheeks convulsing 
and expanding as she worked her way far up Ralph's burgeoning cock until 
just the bulbous head was left inside her warmly enclosing mouth, then, with 
a loud sucking noise, moved her face back down on him, impaling her mouth 
completely with each long smooth stroke. 

It was all too much for Sy. Above her breasts, his slow pelvic rocking built 
quickly into a lewd crescendo of crazy fucking. Nancy began bucking her 
naked hips back and forth, almost uncontrollably in time to his wildly 
skewering movements between her hand-held breasts. 

Beneath his twisting hips, she could feel his sperm-filled testicles 
slapping harshly against her undulating belly. He was fucking into the long 
hollow between her lush moon-like mounds faster, faster, faster now. Sweat 
poured down his arms into his tightly clasping palms, moistening the deep 
valley between her breasts ... and then ... then he was there! He was 
cumming! 

"Christ, I'm blowing it between her tits!" Sy gasped to his friend. 

The football player's crazily jerking cock shot its white-hot streams in 
violent spurts up the tunnel of Nancy's full heaving breasts like a geyser 
exploding between two soft hillocks. His pent-up sperm splashed obscenely 
against the groaning blonde's chin, and rivuleted in oozing white pools on 
her straining neck and Adam's apple, flowing back over her shoulders and 
down onto the mattress. 

"Damn, if it isn't the girl detective," a new voice full of irony grunted, 
but none of the three seemed to hear it. 

Hank Jones, standing on the threshhold to the bedroom, gaped down 
incredulously at the lewd trio. He'd wondered what his ex-fiancee had been 
doing lately, and this pretty much explained it. Christ! She was fucking 
both those buys at once! Still, Nancy Mullins! His old hung-up girlfriend! 

Thankfully, his date for the evening was making drinks in the kitchen. He 
closed the bedroom door behind him, a strange mounting desire shooting like 
quicksilver through his loins at the sight of his ex-girlfriend sandwiched 
between the two young men. There was nothing he wanted to do more than join 
in! A sadistic thrill coursed through his lower body, and great swirls of 
lustful heat pulsed through his swelling penis until he could contain 
himself no longer. 

"Long time no see!" he chuckled lewdly as he came up to the bed. 

Nancy heard the voice and sensed a movement beside the bed. Peering down to 
the foot, she saw her ex-boyfriend's husky form coming at them, and an 
embarrassed flush came over her. Of all the people she didn't want to have 
know about her depraved behavior, there he was! It was Hank who'd always 
implied this would happen to her if she took the detective job. Now her 
little act of self-assurance was done for! Her already-besmeared reputation 
would be in ruins by tomorrow for Hank would certainly let the word get 
around to his friends, and then it would spread like wildfire. But with a 
masochistic thrill she decided she just didn't care! 

Hank's muscles rippled as he tore off his clothing and crawled up on the 
bed. It wasn't hard for Nancy to see that he wanted to hurt and humiliate 
her. 

"Roll her over. I want a go at her sweet little ass," Hank said hoarsely as 
he crawled up from the foot of the bed, taking Sy's position above her 
suddenly tense body. He stared excitedly down at Nancy's mouth still working 
up and down on Ralph's pistoning cock-flesh. 

There was a moment of silence before Ralph, satisfied with the way thing 
were going, looked up at Hank. He grunted back in a dazed voice: "Just a 
minute ... I'll cum ... then you can fuck her." 

"No, I want to do it right now, up the back." 

"What? Hank are you crazy?" 

"Just let me roll her over. She can keep on sucking you off." 

"Uuuuh," the football player drawled. "Uhhhh, okay. She sucks me off ... 
while you screw her from behind." 

Nancy was so stunned by her old boyfriend's arrival that she didn't pay 
attention at first to what the men were saying. Then their meaning struck 
through her lust-dimmed consciousness with full force. It couldn't be true! 
She had tried to please the two football players with every lewd trick she'd 
learned during this debauched autumn, but they weren't defending her against 
Hank. It was inhuman to have Hank's long thick cock ramming into her rectum 
while she had to keep sucking on Ralph's choking penis at the same time! 

Hank had already rolled her over on her knees and shoved her face back down 
over Ralph's stiffly upstanding cock. She clenched her legs and buttocks 
tightly together in a frightened reaction. Then, Hank's strong fingers sank 
into her softly curving ass-cheeks and drew apart the milk-white mounds. 
Nancy tried to keep them clenched together but wasn't able to as he applied 
his brute-like strength. Her legs fell open, and she shivered as cool air 
coursed over her nakedly exposed nether crevice. 

Nancy could hear Hank suck in his breath as the tiny puckered ring of her 
anus was exposed to full view! She flexed tightly at the inner sinews of her 
rectum in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot and prevent the 
cruel penetration she knew was coming. Her whole body stiffened in fear as 
Hank's outstretched middle finger probed angrily at her rubbery anal ring. 
Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger up into her protesting 
rectum as far as the first knuckle. 

"Aaaaagggg!" she groaned as a sharp, searing pain shot through her. "No, 
Hank! No! Stop!" 

But her vengeful ex-boyfriend didn't stop there-without giving her a moment 
to adjust to the strange unnatural presence in her anal passage, he shoved 
his finger steadily deeper as far as the second knuckle. The obscenely 
skewered blonde closed her eyes to ward off the pain, feeling his fingernail 
catch in the soft flesh lining her tightly resisting rectum. She groaned and 
slithered onto her elbows over Ralph's turgid penis imbedded in her mouth; 
there was no way to escape! 

"Oh, no! Please don't! Hank, you're hurting me!" she gurgled around the 
football player's penis moving in and out between her lips. 

She wished Sy would help her, but there was no response from the red-haired 
man who'd moved up to the side of the bed. His cock had hardened again, and 
she could feel it rubbing lasciviously against her naked thigh. Tears of 
shame and humiliation streamed down her cheeks as she fully realized she had 
lost control of the situation and was prey to these three men's unrestrained 
desires. 

Hank was going to screw her mercilessly in the anus; she knew it. He was so 
intensely involved in that effort that her pained protests and unwillingness 
meant nothing to him. 

Finally beaten, the sobbings blonde let her buttocks go limp to be used as 
Hank wished, steeling herself mentally to endure the pain. 

Suddenly, her former boyfriend pulled his finger out of her rectum, and 
Nancy sighed with momentary relief, allowing Hank to force her legs 
vulnerably wide with his knees. She flushed deeply as she imagined the 
leering expressions on the three men's faces while they peered at her naked 
little anus that Hank would violate in the next few minutes. 

Then she jerked when he leaned forward to drop spittle from his lips onto 
her little rectal opening to moisten it and lubricate his entry. 

"Oh!" she moaned around Ralph's penis plunging excitedly into her mouth, she 
could tell he was ready to cum any second. 

As Hank knelt up behind her, he placed his hands on her fearfully shaking 
ass-cheeks and once again drew them firmly apart. The full, blood-hardened 
length of his cock slid searchingly up and down her warm nether crevice, 
teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size from the 
lewd contact. He levered himself up on his arms and pressed slightly forward 
with his hips for a moment, directing his rock-hard penis straight at the 
tightly clenched orifice of her rectum! 

"Aaahhhhh!" Nancy gasped from the first hard pressure between her wide-held 
buttocks. 

It was so huge! She could never take his massive rod of flesh in her rectum 
without being ripped in half! But before the fearfully trembling young girl 
could jerk her hips away, Hank's hands dug into her hips, pressing them down 
hard and flat against the responding mattress. She could feel his muscularly 
rippling thighs pressing closer as the lewd probe of his heatedly searching 
cock at her clenched anus increased. 

Searing pain shot through her tight little belly as her vainly resisting 
rectum gave way before the unyielding pressure of his cock. "Ugggg! Lord!" 
she gurgled as the throbbing blood-filled head popped up inside. 

It was too big ... it was just too much! 

The cruel unnatural intrusion brought great waves of pain vibrating through 
Nancy's helplessly kneeling body. She groaned in anguish as he thrust 
mercilessly onward, filling her virginal rectum with his expanding hardness. 
The young blonde seemed to be in an eternity of excruciating agony, and her 
eyes widened as his pressuring penis increased the torture till she felt the 
coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against her lewdly impaled buttocks. 
The giant rod of flesh was buried to the hilt in her aching rectum! 

Ralph was muttering incoherently above the nakedly engaged couple. "Christ 
... I'm going to cum ... any second ... just watching you guys!" 

And then, as though in response, Hank began fucking into his cheating 
girlfriend's straining rectum, thrusting up with long, hard lunges that 
threatened to tear her young body apart. Falling into a rapid pace, he 
caused her helpless form to vibrate beneath him as though she were a shaking 
rag doll. She tried to tear herself from between the two men, but her 
muffled groans and whimpers merely incited them to plunge into her mouth and 
rectum with still more brutal force. 

And then something Nancy had never expected began to happen! 

She had sunk into a dazed state and discovered, in her relaxation, that it 
didn't hurt as much when she didn't try to fight, and that the pain was 
slowly decreasing. And then, as she grew aware that there would be no pain, 
she actually began to enjoy it! It was a strange whorish joy brought on by 
the thought of being used abusively by two virile men at once. 

Gyrating her hips slightly and finding that the motion didn't hurt, the 
obscenely skewered young woman began undulating her ass-cheeks, slowly at 
first, then with greater force as she gained confidence. A lewd thrill 
coursed through her helplessly skewered body! She lurched uncontrollably 
backward to meet the rigid upthrust of Hank's long thick cock plunging into 
her wide-split anus, and her buttocks began to move in slow, seductive 
circles beneath his sodomizing penis. 

"That's it, honey ... move your ass like that!" Hank gasped from behind her. 
"It's great!" 

"Me toooo," her words were cut off by the heels of Ralph's hands suddenly 
digging into her sucking cheeks to press her mouth tighter about his aching 
cock. 

"I got to cum," the blond football player groaned, pulling her face downward 
till his blunt, bulbous cock-head brushed against the back of her throat. 

More aroused than ever, Nancy began urgently working her lips in a tight, 
gripping circle just over his lust-swollen hardness, and felt it about to 
explode in her throat. Cock! Prick! His penis tasted deliciously tangy and 
pungent, and she could feel the throbbing pulsations that meant he was about 
to pump out his warm thick cum into her fervidly sucking mouth at any 
moment. 

His hands pressed harder against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart to get 
his cock even deeper into her mouth. 

"Mmmmmm," she mewled. Oh God.' He was going to cum in her mouth, spewing all 
his boiling sperm into her with hard-shooting bursts that she would have to 
swallow to keep from choking. 

Hank, excited by the sight of the football player's cock buried in Nancy's 
mouth, began to increase his own mighty thrusts up into her tightly clasping 
rectum. He lunged into her with deep desperate strokes while Sy watched from 
the side of the bed. Both their eyes focused on Ralph's lust-reddened penis 
straining Nancy's pink sensuous lips to their limit. 

To their lust-glazed eyes, the thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear 
into a strange lengthened fusion with their blonde ex-classmate's face. 
Ralph sank his penis into her wetly drawing mouth until his coarse fair 
pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. He lifted up his hips, and his balls 
danced crazily beneath, slapping in lewd cadence against the ex-career 
girl's chin in unison with his hard upward thrusts. 

Then suddenly, as they watched, the husky athlete jerked his penis from 
Nancy's sucking lips and held himself rigid about two inches away as, with 
an agonized yelp, he began lewdly spewing his hot, thick cum into her 
greedily gulping mouth in an obscene geyser spray. 

"Jesus," Ralph gasped as the jetting spurts streamed from his ejaculating 
cock-head like milk from a cow, filling her wide open mouth to the brim. 

The young blonde swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of 
the hot, male fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down to keep up with his 
jerking penis crazily jettisoning his clear, white sperm up into her face. 
Ralph's cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of semen and 
her mouth overflowed. Thin trails of his pearl-colored liquid ran out from 
her lips and over her rapidly working throat that continued swallowing and 
gulping down the seemingly unending reservoir. 

"Aaaaggghh! Aaaagghhh! Fuck ... SCREW ME! YOU BASTARD!" Nancy groaned at the 
lurid mental picture of the handsome football player obscenely shooting his 
sperm into her mouth while Hank fucked her rectum. 

She was cumming now, too, and wildly writhed out her release on the 
expanding cock cramming into her from behind. "Yeeeoowww!" She was going out 
of her mind! The thought of her former boyfriend spewing his engulfing white 
semen into her helplessly receiving rectum was too much! 

Hank felt her anal passage flowering open around his aching member, sucking 
him deeper and deeper into the moist dark depths between her writhing 
ass-cheeks. 

"Fuck her hard," Sy hissed from beside them. 

"I ... AM!" Hank grunted responsively. 

He thrust faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the ecstatically 
aroused girl spasm beneath him several times. Her frantically heaving pelvis 
worked and sucked at his cock embedded up inside as though trying to milk 
him dry. 

Nancy's breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt him plunge deep 
inside her again, the searing jets of his suddenly exploding penis splashing 
up heatedly into her passion-convulsed belly. His orgasmic juices unloaded 
deep inside her quivering belly in a hot, wet whirlpool of, abandoned lust 
that Nancy had never known could exist. 

Her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell out 
obscenely to the side on the semen and sweat-soaked mattress. The satiated 
blonde lay still with her ex-fiance's naked body splayed out over her own. 

Her heart pounded as though it would burst. For several moments, she panted 
deeply to get her breath, hardly aware of the two other girls who had come 
to join the party and were now scattered around the bed quickly undressing. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Nancy didn't admit it to herself, but in some ways, she was happier than 
she'd ever been in her life. Joining the agency again, under Dale's 
direction, at first had seemed like a dreadful compromise; then, after she'd 
been given her new assignment, she swiftly forgot how angry she'd previously 
been with Reilly. In some ways, the night at Janice's farm had forced her to 
make up her mind about going back to Safeway Security. Realizing that Hank 
had never really cared about her, and that to him she was nothing more than 
a prostitute, gave her a strange courage she'd never had before. 

During the first week at the agency-it was nearly December-she'd returned to 
her filing job. Then, on a wintery afternoon with a gently sifting snow 
falling from a marshmallow sky, Dale had asked if she'd like to go on an 
assignment again. This time, she'd be taking more risks than before ... 
instead of photographing clients' wives or husbands' adultery, she'd act as 
a femme fatale, seducing the husbands of wives who had employed Safeway to 
find incriminating evidence in divorce suits. 

Nancy'd balked initially at Dale's request. What kind of a woman did he 
think she was? But then, on reflection, the idea interested her. After all, 
she'd gone this far ... why not go the whole route? she decided, with an 
excited little shudder, and experience complete sexual liberation? Once 
she'd have thought that doing such a thing was a rejection of her ethical 
values, but now, her old restraints destroyed, she felt free to do anything 
she wished. 

In mid-December she was assigned to meet an executive of an important 
regional corporation. In a sense, Dale told her, she'd be acting as a call 
girl. Cameras were placed at strategic points throughout the hotel room 
where the assignation would take place and were set with timers that went 
off at regular intervals so that any activity taking place on the king-sized 
bed could be recorded. Looking at the pictures after the evening was over, 
the young blonde couldn't help feel a narcissistic satisfaction with 
herself. One was a picture of Nancy sucking the man's long, full, erect 
penis; then there was a photograph of him licking her moistly glistening 
vagina while she held the executive's head between her splayed open thighs. 

Christmas Eve, she went out with another prominent businessman from the 
Rockdale area. Dale photographed them petting in the man's car outside the 
Green Dolphin Inn, and the picture was used in a divorce suit coming up in 
late January. There were several other assignments for Nancy in cities 
outside the state that she covered with a professionalism she'd never 
thought herself capable of ... and Dale was extremely satisfied with her. 

Like so many people before her, Nancy had learned bitterly that there's no 
going back, that you can only go forward, regardless of what's ahead. She 
left her parents' house and took another apartment-a duplex near Collier 
Heights, a step up the social ladder, she thought-and for a while she was 
very happy. Then the drab routine of a nine-to-five job, even if it was an 
excitingly different one, began to get to her. Her pretty face had become 
too well known at the "swinging" parties around Rockdale, and word got out 
that she was associated with the agency. Dale had been able to put her on a 
security job at a new apartment complex in suburban Rockdale, and after ten 
days at the new assignment she again quit her job-this time for good-and 
decided to move to New York. 

She pulled her battered blue suitcase from the closet and began stuffing in 
clothes. 

And why not, she thought, tossing her micro-skirt away for good. She'd never 
seen New York, and there wasn't any law against fresh starts. 

And suddenly for the first time since she'd been a teenager, Nancy was 
excited ... not just excited, but jumping up and down excited, for that spot 
in life she'd been looking for maybe wasn't in front of her yet, but maybe 
it was a lot closer, and there was always another opportunity. 


THE END
