A Prisoner's Wife
by Jon Reskind 


FOREWORD 

The editors are proud to present this new novel by Author Jon Reskind. Its 
engaging theme about a young woman whose husband has been imprisoned in a 
penitentiary in the Western United States will be of interest to readers 
concerned with the problems of prison reform in our country. 

The story focuses on Larry Moore's young wife, who is sexually blackmailed 
by a guard employed at the prison where her husband has been incarcerated. 
The guard, a sadistic brute of a man, threatens to have Larry Morre sent up 
for five additional years on trumped-up charges if young Judy doesn't comply 
with his wishes. The ensuing action portrays the inner conflict of the wife, 
who is torn between being faithful to her husband, and her equally pressing 
desire to see Larry out of jail after he has served his five-year sentence. 

The confrontation between the guard and Judy is of further interest in terms 
of plot development. Judy's initial reluctance to make love to the guard, 
and her subsequent submission and dependence on him, create an unexpected 
twist in the story line. Warren, Judy's husband's best friend, enters 
mid-way through the novel, providing a sub-plot which shows us how others 
view the rapid disintegration of the young wife's moral character. 

On another level, this is a novel concerned with how human beings operate 
under extreme psychological pressure. Judy submits to the guard, because it 
seems she has no choice. In time, she realized she could have avoided the 
situation entirely if she'd stood firm when he'd first blackmailed her. But, 
by then it's too late. She'd bound to the guard by her adultery rather than 
because she's afraid of what will happen to Larry. 

Behind the external character conflicts in this narrative are the dim echoes 
of a prisoner's frustrated rage another book in itself and one that demands 
to be written. The author doesn't condemn the system of justice that put 
Judy's husband in prison, but questions the adequacy of penal institutions 
which turn first-time offenders like Larry into hardened criminals. 

We would like to thank Mr. Reskind for a story that makes frighteningly 
clear the problems faced by a woman married to a man in prison. We hope that 
the situation presented in the following pages will make apparent how 
desperate is the need in many of our correctional institutions for a speedy 
reform. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Judy Moore stood in front of the bureau and didn't want to think. She was 
worried and tired and her body ached but, at least, the skin cream she 
hurriedly applied to her naked skin was cool and soothing. She gently 
massaged her breasts, kneading her pert little nipples into comforting 
hardness. Unbelievably, even though she had to visit Larry today, warm 
tingles of excitement seeped along the nerve ends of her skin, and she 
blushed as she stepped up to the mirror and looked at herself more closely. 
As she studied her riply matured body in front of the mirror, she admired 
the gentle curves of her hips and the fullness of her breasts with a 
narcissistic sensuality that was unusual for the young blonde wife. 

She looked down at her wide-set breasts with secret admiration. Though they 
were large, they had a youthful firmness that alluringly accented their 
size. Her tiny nipples, crested on blushing-pink areolas, grew pebble-hard 
in the slight draft from the air-conditioner. Her hips were full and 
rounded, and the smooth expanse of skin covering her abdomen was broken only 
by the sparse blonde "vee" of pubic hair up between her thighs. It matched 
perfectly her blonde mini-bobbed hair that was thick and slightly curled and 
tousled back from her high forehead. Beneath the hair, her eyes were 
sky-blue and she had flawless skin, a lovely luminous white, soft and 
blushing into a faint pink on the undersides of her slanted cheekbones. 

Casually, Judy dropped her hand to one gently up-thrust breast and squeezed 
it, feeling her nipple spike out erectly against her palm. A delicious sexy 
feeling drifted through her body, igniting a warm sensation deep in her 
vagina. Her other hand dropped to her thigh, but she stopped herself just as 
her fingers were about to touch her tingling pussy lips. She knew it was 
wrong to enjoy sex in that forbidden way, and she never allowed herself to 
do it. 

She donned her robe and stepped out into the sun-sprayed living room. It was 
one of the town of White Stone's hottest summers yet, with steam rising in 
polluted clouds from the sidewalks, but you'd never know that from the 
inside of Judy's motel-like duplex apartment. She walked across the thin 
carpet to the air-conditioner. Outside, through the blinds, she could see a 
reed-thin man in jeans and sneakers walking two poodles down the opposite 
side of the street. The dogs staggered along in the heat, their little pink 
tongues drooping from their mouths. In the apartment directly across the 
street, the windows had been left wide open, and Judy blinked at the sight 
of a young couple stretched out in their underclothing on a sagging bed. 
Wearily, they passed a single cigarette back and forth between them. 
Suddenly, the woman sat up and reached behind her back to undo her skimpy 
brassiere, and Judy blushed and turned away. It irritated her, considering 
all she had paid for her apartment, to look across at this lewd scene, but 
there wasn't a darn thing she could do about it. 

In the kitchen, dressed in a tight-fitting jersey top and miniskirt that 
enticingly contained her sexy hourglass figure, she sat down at the kitchen 
table with a cup of coffee and ran her mind over last night's encounter with 
Mr. Bloom. Judy had been working six months as private secretary for the 
middle-aged executive at Naxos Petroleum Company ever since she'd moved to 
White Stone from Gilma, her home town. Gilma wasn't big like White Stone, 
whose population was soaring up close to two hundred thousand. Her home town 
certainly hadn't prepared her for the-likes of Mr. Bloom, who couldn't seem 
to get it through his head that, although she wasn't with her husband, she 
was still a married woman. 

Yet, it wasn't really Mr. Bloom she was so keyed-up about, but her upcoming 
visit today with her husband Larry. Judy's husband had been incarcerated in 
Western Prison ninety miles upstate. She could still hardly believe it! 
White Stone had been hot just like this that June night two years before 
when she and her new husband had dropped into the popular discotheque, The 
Ranchhouse. She still remembered the drunk who'd approached her. Before she 
realized what had happened, he and Larry were arguing verbally over her. The 
man made some comment about her lushly endowed figure and, the next thing 
she knew, Larry was shoving him across the bar. Two bouncers grabbed Larry 
from behind and, shaking them off his shoulders, he lunged at the man with 
extra force, accidentally knocking him through a plate-glass window. As a 
result, Larry was now serving his second year of a five-year sentence on a 
manslaughter charge. The man had died, and the vision through broken glass 
of his unconscious form bleeding on the sidewalk was printed indelibly on 
the young bride's memory. 

As awful as it was, she didn't feel much sympathy for the man. Instead, that 
last image of him had become a symbol of that moment when her life had 
suddenly changed for the worse. She remembered him as a huge spider in dark 
ooze the proverbial "fly in the ointment" 

The young blonde stood up, gulped down the rest of her coffee and, taking 
her purse from the counter, walked through the small living room and stepped 
out the front door. She locked the door carefully behind her and strode away 
from the front stoop. Outside, the temperature had been stuck for days at 90 
degrees, and it felt like someone had tossed a blanket over her head. 
Passing cheap, pillbox houses inserted between older, decaying frame homes, 
she walked three blocks down to the intersection where she waited for the 
bus that went to the Trailrider station. From there, a second bus went on 
upstate . . . 

An hour later, she was cruising in an air-conditioned Trailrider past 
Wilson's End, the halfway point between White Stone and Western Prison. 
Wilson's End was just like her hometown, nothing but a crossroads, and the 
mechanic waved from the water cooler as the bus sped past the gas station. 
She and the driver were the only people aboard. Then the bus began to climb 
up toward cloud-tufted mountains that were streaked pink and gray at ten 
o'clock in the morning. Yet, where they were now, the hills were still low 
and covered with slender white pines. She started to feel sensuously drowsy 
from the warm sun shining through the window, but she was too wound-up to 
really fall asleep as her thoughts kept drifting off to her husband . . . 

Judy and Larry had been married in their home town, when she was eighteen 
and he was twenty. She'd just graduated from high school, and he'd finally 
completed his two years of military service. They'd set up housekeeping in 
their own hometown, with Larry working as a mechanic, and continued 
socializing with the same friends they'd known all their lives. like them, 
most of their friends were married, too. They'd played bridge, driven up to 
White Stone a lot. It had been fantastic and Judy had never been happier in 
her life. 

Yet, if she were honest, she'd have to admit that their one year of married 
life wasn't that idyllic, mostly because she couldn't agree to some of the 
crazy demands Larry had been making of her in bed. There were some things 
she just couldn't bring herself to do, even if it meant their total 
relationship might suffer. She supposed it was her religious upbringing in a 
small western town that had brought her to have these attitudes, and there 
was no doubt at all that she was a prude. Still, it was difficult for her to 
conceive how anyone could stoop to performing such obscene things on another 
person as her husband had insisted Judy do to him. Or that he had tried to 
do to her . . . 

Judy experienced a little shudder just at the recollection. She had gone to 
bed with her husband before they married, but before that, at drive-ins and 
when they were parked somewhere necking, he had tried to get her to do the 
same thing put her mouth over his long fleshy cock and suck it as a 
substitute for lovemaking. She had adamantly refused. 

Often, in compromise, she had let him wrap her fingers around his penis and 
then she had massaged up and down on his long thick shaft. Naked, his cock 
looked obscenely virile, she thought. Blue veins traced down its throbbing 
length, and the tiny slit at the end emitted drops of whitish male 
lubricant. Finally, his penis grew to huge proportions in her stroking hand 
and began to jerk spasmodically out of control. Then she had felt a hot 
wetness flood over her clasping hand and jet out to cover the softness of 
her thighs below her upraised skirt with its spewing whiteness . . . 

Now the bus began to descend a mountain and was coasting down through 
another forest of tall western pines. There was a light underbrush of 
needles and dead leaves beneath the trees. The slender, white tree trunks 
grew wide apart and shot straight up without branches until way high above 
and, through the level where they interlocked from tree to tree in a roof, 
she could see shafts of sunlight pouring out onto the plain that was coming 
up. 

Western Prison was a familiar sight. A complex of huge, somber-looking brown 
and gray buildings, it was situated as though for contrast in the middle of 
a wide, fertilely green valley. It was disconnected from everything but a 
little town named Galoo up on the next mountain where some prisoners worked 
when they had enough good conduct time. The bus sped across the plain, 
stopped and lurched into the police check-in point, then piled through the 
iron gates up the long concrete drive to the entrance building. The bus's 
electric door whooshed open, and its single passenger got out...then the bus 
circled back down the driveway and out the gates, heading in the direction 
of Galoo . . . 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"And how's your day been going, honey?" Judy asked. 

"It'll do," Larry said. 

After her usual coffee in the Guests' Cafeteria, Judy had pulled up a chair 
in the Visiting Room at Western Prison. She sat at one side of a long table, 
and her husband on the other. Between them was a glass wall, and they talked 
through a screened opening in the partition. 

"Hasn't anything interesting happened?" she asked hopefully. "What about 
that table you were making?" 

Larry shrugged. "It's coming along. At least, it looks like a table." 

Finally, he chuckled, and Judy laughed just out of relief at his effort to 
be cheerful. "See that guy to the left?" he said. 

"Yes." 

"That's his mother talking to him. His wife doesn't come any more. She just 
sent him a letter that says she's divorcing him." 

"Well, no one's divorcing you. Or going to," Judy said. 

"No, I guess not," Larry turned back to her. 

Judy frowned and glanced uncomfortably around the room to see if anyone was 
noticing as Larry's eyes moved hungrily down to her softly rounded breasts 
beneath her blue jersey top. She could still feel him watching her, his gaze 
fixed on her brassiere-less young breasts, as she checked the situation out. 
Finally, she gave it up and shifted back to face him. 

"I had another run-in with one of the guards," he said. "But I told him 
off!" 

"Larry, you shouldn't do that! You've got to watch your temper." 

"Oh, he's already forgot. Sometimes I feel like nothing worse than this 
could happen to me anyway," he said. 

"Darling, I do wish you'd quit talking like that! You've got to stay 
interested in things...like writing to your parents," she added hesitantly. 

"Well, I tried a few," Larry flushed guiltily, "but lately it seems like 
nothing goes right! Especially after Dad wrote to say that Bob got a new 
mechanic at the shop." 

"So what? You still have the job." 

"Oh, hell, Judy, why do you say these things that are...totally untrue? He 
doesn't need more than one mechanic. Christ!" Now it was Larry who was 
looking uncomfortably around the room. "There's only a hundred goddamn cars 
in the whole town." 

"Still, you can work the farm." 

"Jesus! That's one thing I'm never going to do. I'd move to White Stone 
before I'd do that. And I may just have to move to the city anyway, it looks 
like," his voice trailed off mysteriously. 

"Honey, what are you talking about?" 

"Well, I've been thinking about what it's like in Gilma. I don't plan to 
spend the rest of my life apologizing, I'll tell you that!" 

"You won't need to, sweetheart," Judy said soothingly. "One thing I do know 
about life in a small town, and how everyone finally forgets. Someday you'll 
be one of Gilma's leading Senior Citizens, and this will all be an 
interesting story. Nothing more." 

"Senior Citizen!" Larry blinked. 

Judy's eyes swept nervously over Larry's tall, lanky frame and straight 
black hair. She had to admit it was hard to image Larry as more than the 
twenty-two years he was. 

"Well, I'm not any senior citizen yet," he finally grinned. "Look here, I've 
got something to show you." 

She watched interestedly as Larry pulled a long greeting card out of his 
back pocket. It was one of those gag cards. "HOW'S YOUR SEX LIFE?" it said 
in large black letters on the cover, and Judy was too flustered to look at 
the rest. 

"Why, Larry, that's awful! Who sent you that?" 

"A buddy I knew in the service." 

"It doesn't seem to be in very good taste," she said confusedly. 

"Oh, I don't know," he grinned and slid it into his back pocket. "I get kind 
of a charge out of it. I keep it on my wall. Next to you and Raquel Welch." 

Judy's smile faded at the sound of the warning bell. Neither she nor Larry 
bothered to say anything else as they waited through the slight pause that 
preceded the recorded announcement. Then the voice came on, "VISITING HOURS 
ARE NOW OVER. ALL VISITORS WILL PLEASE . . . " 

"Well, darling," Judy stood up. She lifted her purse from the table and 
leaned forward to kiss Larry through the glass. "Bye, sweetheart," she said. 

"REPORT TO THE ADMINISTRATION OFFICE," the voice cut through the pause. 

Larry frowned, and withdrew visibly back into his sullen prison manner. He 
made a little bow. "Thank you for a very charming visit," he said. And then, 
abruptly turning his back, he fell in with the other prisoners now exiting 
from the other side of the Visiting Room. 

Clutching her bag, Judy turned and walked down the long corridor between the 
Visiting Room and the Admissions Office. The depressing thing, she thought 
as she was swept along in the crowd, was that there were at least ten other 
people dabbing at their eyes. You couldn't even be sad by yourself. 

She was halfway down the dingy, beige-painted corridor that was echoing 
footsteps and voices, when she noticed the guard walking along beside the 
group was staring at her. He was supposed to accompany them as far as the 
Administration Office, but this man's mind was obviously not on his job, as 
his eyes followed the movement of her swinging buttocks. She tried to tone 
down her walk, but it wasn't easy with a curvaceously full figure like hers 
that just seemed to naturally bounce along with her every movement. 

She swung through the revolving doors and stepped out into the 
marble-floored Administration Building. Now the big, gold-domed room was 
almost empty and most of the adjacent offices were locked for the day. She 
got stuck behind an elderly couple moving across the floor ahead of her and 
noticed the guard was still following her. Finally, she walked around the 
couple and he came right after. Then she frowned at him and there was 
something so persistent and outright obscene in the intimate smile he gave 
Judy that an uncomfortable feeling of premonition swept through her. He 
walked as far as the front door beside her, nodding gloatingly at her as she 
went past, and she had that funny foreboding feeling all over again. Finally 
pushing out through the glass door and moving nimbly from the portico down 
to the concrete drive, she stepped officially out of the prison and managed 
to shake both him and the mood off. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was two weeks later at five o'clock in the evening and Judy had been home 
from work for one hour now. She was to meet Larry's best friend, Warren, for 
dinner at nine, but for some reason the young blonde was in a particularly 
distracted mood and just couldn't get herself together. 

A hot bath, she thought, would probably straighten things out. At least it 
might calm her nerves a bit. Lately, she had been taking two, and even three 
baths a day. Maybe it was because it was such an especially sticky summer, 
and she always liked to remain fresh and clean. Or maybe it was because 
since she didn't drink or smoke it was her only means of relaxation. 
Whatever the reason, she'd found there was nothing like lying naked in the 
caressing bath water when she felt like she did now. She was terribly lonely 
and there was nothing she could do about it. 

This morning she had received a letter from Larry, and his obvious desire 
for her, apparent even though he'd subdued his comments for the censors, had 
kindled a responsive spark inside her. Finally, she tucked the letter with 
her others under some filmy lingerie in her bottom drawer. Now, as she 
stepped into the luxuriantly warm bath water, the memory of some of the 
things he'd hinted at sifted through her mind. 

She squirted in some bubble bath and made little waves with her hands, 
letting the foamy water slosh back and forth like miniature surf around her 
naked body. Each time she rubbed the washcloth over her wetly jutting 
breasts, she felt more excited, a ticklingly hot feeling in her pussy that 
was even more impatient and insistent than it had been earlier when she was 
reading over the letter in the bedroom. 

She looked up at her reflection in the cameo-like mirror above the tub. 
There was a sensuous cast to her facial features this evening, she thought. 
Her eyes were heavy lidded, her full lips sensual and moist. Her breasts 
peaked like small, cherry-topped mountains, their hard little nipples 
stiffening just above the surface of the water. Sliding deeper into the bath 
water, she felt another tingle of excitement rush over her naked flesh as 
the water sloshed gently across her breasts. 

She touched one hand to her right breast, feeling the small pointed nipple 
pulse beneath her fingers. A ripple of pleasure churned through the lushly 
curving mound as her thoughts darted again to Larry's letter. With a blush 
of pleasure, she remembered how he had complimented her on her sweater, but 
he obviously wasn't talking about that! 

The alluring blonde quickly forgot all the small chores she wanted to do 
before she went out for the evening as her hands began to roam of their own 
accord over her generously curving young body. Larry's letter had made her 
even more excited than she had realized, and the temptation to caress 
herself up between her legs was rapidly getting the better of her. 

Abruptly, she began massaging the straining whiteness of her breasts, 
trapping her trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling at 
them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from her quivering 
mounds. God, she didn't know what had gotten hold of her! 

Whatever it was, she knew she couldn't resist it any longer. For almost two 
years, she had held off touching herself up between her long slender legs, 
but there were limits. Only once had she plunged her extended middle finger 
up into her clasping cuntal depths, and she'd felt so guilty she'd 
immediately stopped. But tonight, her nerves were at such a pitch, she knew 
she was going to do it anyway, even if it was wrong! 

Then, just as she felt herself let go and her body begin to respond, she 
fell back in the tub at the ringing of her front doorbell. She lay there 
panting while it rang again. Someone had come at a terribly inconvenient 
moment. She waited another minute, stroking regretfully at the diminishing 
fires in her pussy, hoping whoever it was might leave and come back later. 

RINGGGGGGGGGG! 

Finally, Judy pulled herself out of the tub. In the bathroom mirror, the 
ends of her hair were wet and clung to her cheekbones in tendrils. She 
wrapped her terry cloth robe around her naked body and, forgetting to tie 
the belt, padded into the front room and cracked open the door. 

A dark-haired man in his early forties waited on the front stoop. He was 
wearing an orange cardigan sweater, white chinos, and white bucks. Lifting 
her glance, she saw a little red Toyota parked out in front of her house 
next to the curb. 

"Mrs. Moore," he said with a slight smirk at her condition. "I'm Bill Reiter 
from Western Prison." 

Judy blushed with embarrassment. The man had startled her in her heavy 
arousal, and now he seemed almost a figment of her imagination, and not part 
of her reality at all. Then, suddenly, she recognized the guard from the 
prison, the one who had followed her. Now her eyes widened at the sight of 
his massive form filling the doorway. Stepping into her small living room, 
he blatantly examined the cleavage between her full breasts up to the 
contour of her throat, and the young wife drew the robe around her tighter. 
"Hello," he said. 

"Hello . . . " Judy said. "Is there anything wrong?" 

"Oh, yeah...well, as a matter-of-fact, I'm afraid there is," he said. "I 
come over here about your husband. For sometime now, he hasn't been 
cooperating at all. So the staff has decided to take away his good conduct 
time. That's what I come over here to visit you about." 

"Oh God, NO!" she said, her eyes filling immediately with tears. 

Reiter's large form in the doorway completely obscured her view of the 
summer evening outside. He was only slightly taller than average, but he was 
hugely built, unusually muscular. 

"What did Larry. . . do?" she finally managed to choke out. 

"Talks back to the guards, always walking around in a huff!" He looked at 
her excitedly. "Oh, no!" she said. 

"And well, I guess that's about it," he seemed to back down slightly. "What 
it boils down to is his attitude really. With a manner like his, you're 
going to offend a lot of people. And he has." 

"Oh dear. Whom has he upset?" she said fearfully, trying not to cry. 

"Me." 

"You?" 

"Yes, me," he said. "Maybe we could move out of this doorway and talk about 
it." 

"Well," Judy began to walk in front of him to the chair opposite the sofa. 

Suddenly, she was being lifted up in his arms and dragged bodily to the 
sofa. She twisted, kicked, and let out a startled cry, but resisting him was 
hopeless. She was dropped down onto the living room couch and before she 
could spring up off the cushions, he was standing over her. 

She tried to duck around him, and an irritated expression swept over his 
face. He pushed her back, grabbed the front of her robe, in one movement 
pulling it open to reveal her defenselessly naked young body. 

"I just want to kiss you," he said. 

"Oh!" she cried. 

Abruptly, she managed to slide out from under him and get up from the 
davenport, but he was immediately after her. He grabbed her and pushed her 
against the wall. She fell backward, knocking the lamp off the coffee table, 
then struggled uselessly to push past him into the bedroom. 

The man's breath came faster as he grabbed her wrist. He yanked her slender 
arm to one side so that her firm young breasts leaped free and bounced up in 
front of his face. "Christ," he half-grunted, half-growled as he stared at 
her round-fleshed mounds. Then, he stepped forward and locked one arm around 
her slender waist and squeezed, forcing her to bend over backward away from 
him. "L-let me g-gooo!" Judy tried to protest, but his lips clamped over her 
mouth in a painful kiss, and her head was forced back to where it rested 
against the wall. 

She was pinned between the guard's hard-pressing body and the wall. He'd 
bent her backward from the narrowness of her waist so that her half-moon 
breasts bobbed nakedly free and tilted up to where his hot hungry mouth 
could ravish them. Now he seemed close to going berserk as he bent his head 
down farther to greedily lick at her distended little nipples. Clamping his 
mouth over them, he sucked hard and then bit down on them, making her 
berry-like buds grow tautly erect as he rolled them around with his tongue 
and teeth. 

The young blonde wife struggled with all her might, but her frantic 
squirming only seemed to excite the prison guard more. He ground his hips 
lewdly into hers, and she could feel the rapidly growing hardness of his 
long thick cock beneath his pants. Her shoulders were forced back and the 
robe slipped farther down her arms. Judy's breasts were completely naked now 
and tilted sensuously up toward the ceiling. They glistened moistly in the 
soft living room light...wet with his hot saliva as his hungrily sucking 
mouth darted from one erect little nipple to the other. 

She struggled with all her might and finally managed to budge him off. She'd 
pushed as hard as she could against his chest, and he lost his balance and 
stumbled backwards. 

"Ummmmm...well," he finally said, after he'd regained his footing. 

"Get out. Get out of here!" she spat at him. 

"Just a second, lady. I didn't mean to be so rough with you but.. . " 

"But.. . nothing!" she said. 

He looked uneasily toward the window. Suddenly, Judy saw he was just as 
nervous as she and it made her even more frightened than she already was. 

"Look," his eyes raced over her naked body beneath the open robe, and she 
pulled it quickly shut. "I hated to get your husband into trouble. So I was 
thinking if I made a family visit, I might find grounds for changing this 
report I had to file on him." 

"What report?" Judy said. 

"My report! The one that made them take away his good conduct time. It's 
just a matter of convincing me to change it," he smiled. "But the family 
would have to be a truly concerned one, a whole lot more cooperative than 
Larry Moore! I'm afraid it'd take a lot to persuade me," he gloated, 
regaining his confidence. 

"But I don't understand!" Judy said. And then, all of a sudden, she did! The 
guard had the crazy idea he could blackmail her into submitting to him. 

"You're insane," she said, walking to the door. 

The prison guard hesitated a minute, then strode past her, grinning. "This 
was just a preliminary visit," he said when he was on the other side of the 
screen door and stood on the stoop. "I'll be back to see you next week." 

Judy locked the screen door. 

"If I changed my report, he'd get back his good conduct time," he looked at 
her cockily. "In fact, I might even put in an extra good word for him. If I 
did that, I could get him out a year and a half earlier." 

"I'm going to tell Larry about this!" she warned. 

"Oh, yeah? Just wait till you try to see your husband again!" he laughed 
openly at her, then turned down the stoop, and began walking casually down 
the sidewalk to his car. 

Judy shut the door and locked it, then crossed the living room and went into 
the hall to the kitchen. She poured a glass of water at the tap, and 
wandered into her bedroom. She was at her wit's end every limb of her 
slender young body ached and felt painfully heavy. Just a moment or two more 
and the burly guard would have been grappling out of his clothes, and 
thrusting his long hard cock up into her vagina! Just a kiss, indeed! 

The young blonde shuddered, drew her robe tighter around her breasts, and 
paced nervously in front of the bed. She heard a power-mower putting in a 
neighboring yard. Children's voices drifted through the window, somewhere, a 
radio was blaring the stock market reports from Denver. There was no one 
except Warren, Larry's friend, whom she dared call, and even he was out of 
the question. Her next instinct was to call the police, but after a moment's 
thought she also discounted that possibility. 

Restlessly, Judy returned to the living room, and flicked on her TV set. She 
watched a crew of scientists demonstrating the development of a new firing 
device in a NASA rocket which was supposed to fly around the sun and 
boomerang back to earth, then she went into the kitchen and made herself a 
cup of coffee. She sat down at the dinette table, studied the wisps of steam 
rising from her cup, and impatiently stood up again. Her body was crying out 
for a release from the nervousness building inside it since the guard had 
left the house. If Larry were here, she'd ask him to make passionate love to 
her to help her forget that had always been their way when they'd had a 
fight. Somehow, feeling his lean hard body next to hers made her problems 
drift away, as though they'd never existed. 

But now, with Larry gone, and with no recourse to her friends, who couldn't 
possibly understand her situation, the pretty young bride knew of only one 
way to banish the mounting tension that seemed to possess every fiber of her 
body. She kept thinking of it as she piled some dirty linen into the Bendix 
next to the sink. And finally, in a totally exasperated state of mind, she 
again went into her bedroom and sat down on the wide double bed in front of 
the mirror. Yes...she thought...she'd do it, even if it was against all her 
convictions. 

She looked at her breasts pressing in two conical shapes against her robe. 
On an impulse, she opened the top of her robe. Her full womanly mounds were 
still slightly reddened from the guard's crude kneading and sucking of them; 
they were firm and ripely formed, and her little nipples distended quickly 
into diamond-chipped buds in the coolness of the room. 

She felt a tremor of guilt as she reached up and fondled one breast, 
squeezing the skin tightly until she could feel little pulsations ripple 
through her spiked-out nipples down into her thighs. 

She remembered the first time Larry had touched them, at the drive-in up in 
Gilma, and how remarkably assured he'd seemed. She'd let him pull down her 
sweater and unbutton her brassiere and squeeze her trembling breasts as she 
was now doing. No one had ever done it before, and she'd been surprised at 
how little it had taken to get excited. As her lanky boyfriend had licked at 
her pebbled little nipples, she'd peered out at the flickering screen 
Anthony 

Quinn had been kissing Sophia Loren, and, suddenly, she felt like she was in 
that motion picture! 

Now that time of innocence had passed, and she was forced, out of brutal 
circumstance, to satisfy herself. The young blonde wife turned to the side, 
wistfully admiring her own attractive profile. She could feel the pulsating 
lips of her vagina moistening rapidly and from out of nowhere, a trickle of 
perspiration had begun to run down the smooth valley between her 
melon-shaped breasts. 

Judy peered down to the girlish curve of her slender waist, her eyes coming 
to rest on her provocatively flaring hips. She sat poised like this for a 
moment, her curvaceously endowed body catching the rose color of the 
bedspread. She was attractive, and that might have had something to do with 
the guard's obsession with her but there were limits! A man just couldn't 
force himself on a girl as he'd done, even if the young woman was unmarried 
and a little interested both of which she most definitely wasn't. 

Her hand wandered of its own accord down across her taut white belly to her 
soft pale pubic mound. Her fingers pressed for a teasing moment, circling in 
a smooth wide oval over her hair-lined cuntal lips, and then she opened her 
robe completely till she could see all of her yearning body in the 
full-length mirror. 

"Oh God!" moaned Judy, aware that she was going to do it in spite of her 
best intentions. A whirl of salacious pleasure erupted in the pit of her 
belly as she fondled her wetness pussy lips, delicately massaging them till 
the excited moistness covered her hand. 

Damn him, she thought, damn that man for what he's done to me! Right now, 
she hated Bill Reiter more than anyone in the world. At the same time, she 
was filled with a poignant desire to be caressed by her own husband. She 
recalled how it had been the first time Larry had made love to her; like 
now, he'd touched her pussy till it was incredibly alive with passion, then 
had made love to her with a forceful tenderness that she'd remember till the 
day she died. But now, all that was over, at least temporarily "God...for 
heaven's sakes!" she swore feebly at her sensually alluring body all aglow 
with sex-flushed excitement. 

Judy squeezed one round full breast in one hand, while her other hand 
continued its fond stroking up between her slenderly outspread legs. For 
some inexplicable reason, her mind focused on that brute of a man who'd 
forced himself on her in the living room. She imagined with a little tremor 
of erotic fear how long and thick his penis must have been. All she needed 
right now, she had to admit, was a hard pulsating cock to fuck into her 
frustratedly denied young pussy! 

The young blonde wife's erect little clitoris tingled wildly as her fingers 
danced over her curl-fringed vagina. She could see her upheld breast 
jiggling freely as she massaged its voluptuous twin. With each new stroke at 
her delightedly aroused pussy, her entire body quivered with obscene 
abandon, demanding a cunt-filling shaft of male flesh that would bring her 
to immediate climax! 

Instinctively, she dropped her hand and with an extended middle finger found 
her eagerly begging little pussy hole! "Ooooh!" she moaned, thrusting her 
finger up into the clasping wet heat of her cunt. She plunged her hand back 
and forth, using her up-thrust middle finger like an invading cock to fuck 
ceaselessly up into her tight-gripping vaginal opening. Her excited 
secretions rivuleted across her hand and then dampened her shivering thighs; 
and she could feel her clinging vaginal passage dilating with each vibrating 
plunge of her tautly extended middle finger, as though it were trying to 
suck in her hand and swallow it whole! 

Suddenly, the young blonde withdrew her hand from between her wide-splayed 
legs. She had to stop! This was no good...what kind of an idiot was she 
anyway? 

Judy realized, with an insistent tug of guilt, that by obscenely fingering 
herself, she was doing nothing more than betraying a trust she had with 
Larry. Besides, there was no comparing this her slender finger to having his 
beautiful cock up inside her needing little belly. Slowly, she pulled the 
robe around herself and stood up from the bed. The urge to fondle her 
achingly aroused pussy was still there, but she suppressed it, and forced 
her mind to consider what she should wear for the dinner with Warren. 

That was Monday night. For the next five days, she was terror-stricken about 
the possibility that she might not be able to see Larry, as the guard had 
said. Her employer Mr. Bloom made the un-likely suggestion that she 
accompany him to Sawtooth Valley, a plush resort overlooking a glacier-fed 
lake, but she was too dazed with worry to even be offended. Then Saturday 
morning finally came. At Western Prison she was stopped on entering the 
visiting room and directed back to the Administration 

Office. Waiting for a secretary in black-frame glasses to take out Larry's 
file, she stared nervously at an exhibit of Indian artifacts-rugs, wall 
hangings, and turquoise and silver jewelry set up by a woman's charity in 
the entryway. Beyond the door, she could make out the tip of one snow-capped 
mountain in the far, far distance. 

She turned as the secretary spoke her name. Larry had been placed in 
solitary confinement for punching a guard, she said disapprovingly. It 
sounded like the woman believed she was somehow guilty, Judy thought, moving 
away from the counter. She was halfway across the marble floor when she 
spotted Bill Reiter watching her exit from the far end of the room. He 
looked amused by the dampness in her eyes. Finally, he nodded and smiled at 
her darkly, turning away to accompany a woman with two children down to the 
visiting room. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was so hot Monday night that after Judy's return from another 
unsuccessful attempt at visiting her husband she'd gone around the duplex in 
nothing more than a skimpy brassiere and panties. Another week had passed. 
She tried to forget her disappointment at again not seeing Larry by browsing 
through the new Sears catalogue. Around eight o'clock she changed into a 
skirt and light summer sweater. Standing at the back door, the young blonde 
watched the Jensen children bathing under a sprinkler in the neighboring 
yard. She trudged down the back lawn and began watering a bed of marigolds, 
and then the doorbell was ringing in her apartment. 

She didn't need a sixth sense to know before opening the door that it was 
Bill Reiter, the Western State guard. 

"I thought you might be more cooperative tonight," he said. Before she could 
slam the door, he was barging into the living room. Now he waited in the 
center of the room while Judy stood fearfully by the doorway. 

"Please...please leave," she said in a small voice. 

"I'm not going to leave, so just shut up about it, will you?" he said. He 
looked around the room as if he owned it. Then his glance fell on her, and 
she shivered as he studied her with the same possessiveness. Finally, he sat 
down and said, "Pull up a chair. We've got something to talk about." 

"What?" Judy said. 

"Your husband." 

"Yes, what about Larry?" she said. "How long are you going to keep him in 
solitary?" 

"I don't like to shout across a room," Reiter said. 

"Maybe you couldn't get him out, even if you wanted to," she said, half to 
herself. 

"I could, and I would. If you'd just sit down," Reiter said. 

"Well.. . " Judy said. 

Finally, she slipped into the chair closest to the door. Reiter was directly 
across, sitting on the edge of the sofa, but there were also some children, 
playing stickball on the next yard. 

"Now...that I've sat down...are you going to let him out?" she asked 
suspiciously. 

"Okay," he agreed. 

Reiter had smiled, and Judy found herself smiling back just out of relief. 
"When?" she asked unsurely. 

"Probably tomorrow morning." 

"Really?" she said. 

"Really," he said, then added, "but there's another problem. Larry is going 
up for another five years on an attempted jailbreak charge." 

Judy had gone through so many emotional changes that her reaction was one of 
total confusion. "Larry did that?" she said dizzily. 

"Let's put it this way," Reiter said smugly. "He hasn't done it yet...but 
I'm damned sure it's about to happen. That is, if you're not willing to make 
those accommodations I was talking about." 

For the first time, Judy looked closely at the prison guard. He was a big 
crude man a real male animal, and obviously a sadist of the first order. But 
the reason she was looking at him so carefully was because she knew she was 
going to do what he wanted. There was no need to think further about it she 
really had no choice. She'd do anything to save her husband. 

"All right. I'm willing," she said and flushed guiltily, though there was no 
question that she was going to enjoy it. 

"Well, that's more like it," Reiter stood up from the sofa. 

"I guess I should close the door," she said uneasily. "Then we can go to 
the...bedroom." 

"Yes, why not...what the hell," Reiter's glance swept eagerly over her 
miniskirted young body. 

She could feel his eyes boring holes through her skimpy skirt and tight 
sleeveless top as she walked across the room to lock the front door. Then 
she passed in front of him again, leading the way into her simple bedroom 
that was off the living room. A bed lamp shone across her double bed where 
she'd been leafing through a magazine when the prison guard arrived, and she 
removed it to the bed table. 

After a long moment of hesitation, she reluctantly began to undress. 

"After I take my clothes off, what...I'll lie on the bed," she mumbled 
embarrassedly. Somehow talking to herself was the only thing that kept her 
from going crazy. 

"Yeah, you can...uh...just strip. I think I'll get more comfortable myself," 
he said, and began taking off his clothes. 

Trying to hide behind the edge of the bureau, Judy hesitantly unzipped her 
skirt and let it slide from her waist down her long slender legs to the 
floor. What she was doing went against everything she believed in, but she 
had to force herself on. Her top came next. Pulling it over her head, she 
nervously straightened her short blonde hair, then turned her back to the 
guard to undo her lacy white brassiere. Finally, she turned humiliatedly 
around, her naked breasts like two cherry-topped creampuffs, and her bikini 
panties her only remaining covering. 

"Do I have to take off my panties...or what?" she whispered, struggling to 
control her horror at what she was doing. 

"You can just lie down...uh...like you are," his voice came excitedly from 
the other side of the room. "I'll be with you in a second!" 

Not giving the guard so much as a glance, Judy walked slowly across the room 
and stretched out half-naked on the bed. She could feel Reiter following her 
every movement, but she didn't want to look at his gloating face. Through 
tear-filled eyes, she stared a moment at the ceiling...then she felt a 
sagging on the end of the bed. 

"Okay, here I come," Reiter panted as he knelt up over her. 

Judy's eyes widened as the prison guard's form loomed darkly over her 
reclining panty-clad body. Maybe it was her position, but he was much larger 
than she had estimated. Muscles layered his body like Roman armor, and the 
veins stood out on his oak-like arms. Abruptly, a shudder of fear went 
through her. He was naked! Her eyes began to trace his hair-covered chest 
that tapered down in a "vee" to his hips, and she suddenly shifted her 
glance back upward. 

"Well, let's get on with it," she bunked her eyes. 

"Fine with me. Lift up your legs," said Reiter. "What?" 

"You heard what I said." Reiter's eyes flickered over her defenselessly 
exposed young body. "We've made a deal, baby, and I intend to keep with it." 

"Please, no. Move away," she said, suddenly realizing just how depraved 
everything was. 

"Open your legs wide," he insisted, "I want to see your pussy." 

"Please. Don't say things like that," Judy shuddered. "No one's ever talked 
like that to me." 

"Not even good old Larry?" he teased. "He must've said some pretty hot 
things to you at one time or another." 

Reiter could feel his cock harden painfully at the sight of the prisoner's 
wife's curvaceous young body lying half-naked, like a sacrificial offering 
before him. She'd turned him on the first day he'd watched her walking in to 
see Larry Moore, but now that the sexy blonde was reduced to doll-like 
helplessness he was even more charged with lust than when he'd first seen 
her at the prison. 

He put his hand higher on her leg, then, hurrying, he slid his fingers up 
over her resilient young thighs, fastening them greedily on the tight 
elastic waistband of her bikini panties. Before she could murmur a protest 
he was slowly peeling the skimpy nylon panties down her shaking hips and off 
along her shapely legs. He threw them onto the carpeted floor behind them, 
and turned back to her. 

"Well, for Christ's sakes," he cursed softly. 

As though that would help Judy control herself, she squinted down at her 
naked white abdomen and the blonde cuntal "vee" nestled lewdly above 
Reiter's hands on her trembling thighs. 

"No. You must go! This--this is absurd!" she suddenly exclaimed, trying to 
make the situation seem ridiculously unimportant to both of them. But when 
she tried to get up, one of his hands dug painfully into her quivering leg, 
making all movement impossible. 

The guard's eyes feasted on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair up 
between her legs. Almost reverently, he put his hands on her knees and 
forced them apart. He stroked and kissed her sleek inner thigh, feeling the 
young wife shudder in terror. 

"What are you going to do?" She had the awful feeling she was about to lose 
something more precious than the virginity she'd surrendered to her husband 
before they were married. This time it was her very soul she was offering. 
And it wasn't for love that she was doing it! 

"I'm going to eat your pussy I thought you understood that," Reiter's reply 
seemed to come minutes later. 

Judy thought about that. I'm going to eat your pussy, he'd said, but it took 
her a while for the thought to become coherent. 

She breathed deeply. "Please, don't!" she said. 

Judy felt his hot moist lips kiss her other thigh. His quivering tongue 
played against her naked skin as his hands worked the resilient flesh of her 
legs. The blackmailed wife closed her eyes momentarily in fear, telling 
herself this was a sacrifice she just had to make. She flicked her eyes open 
again when his fingers grazed tentatively at her sensitive pussy lips. 

"No!" she gasped. 

The prison guard slithered forward, moving in toward Judy's parting, 
delectably moist cuntal lips. With his thumbs, he spread them even farther 
apart to reveal the pinkly glistening pussy flesh that beckoned him to lick 
there. "Jeeeezus!" he moaned. 

Bill's suddenly exhaled breath grazed like wildfire across her exposed 
vaginal mound, sending licking flame up through her young belly. God, how 
she wished he'd get it over with! Her nerve ends felt inflamed, her 
heart-beat quickened. She could feel the man's hands massaging her naked 
flesh as he spread her shaking legs wider to the point where she'd never be 
able to resist him. It would be impossible, she knew, to pull her legs back 
together even if she wanted to: he'd pinned her down too adroitly, and she 
was too desperately afraid for Larry's sake and for her own! to put up any 
resistance. 

"Uuuuuuuuh," she murmured, trying to control her feelings as an erotic jolt 
fizzled down her trembling thighs. The prison guard's thumbs had pressed 
into her soft pussy mound and were gently parting the blonde-framed lips of 
her cunt. 

He dipped his face forward once again, his head abruptly bowed. 

"No, please!" she cried, as Reiter's mouth fastened lewdly on her sensitive 
clitoris! She could feel the tiny pleasure-bud susceptibly stiffening in 
sudden delight! 

"Ohhhh, no!" she gasped and struggled unsuccessfully to sit upright on the 
wide double bed. "Don't do that, please...no man has ever done that to me 
before!" 

Reiter paid no attention to her pleadings, but began a gentle sucking on her 
outer vaginal lips, forcing them in and out in time to his flickering tongue 
on her throbbingly swollen clitoris. 

"Stop. For God's sakes, stop IT!" Judy begged into the stillness of her 
bedroom. "Please don't do this to me; I don't want you to!" 

"What about the report? How d'you feel about that?" he said softly. 

She groaned and said nothing. She could feel every small thing the guard was 
doing to her; his hands massaged her passionately straining buttocks and 
thighs, while his hot eager mouth was kissing and caressing her inflamed 
cuntal lips. 

"The report. It makes no difference." Judy was at her wit's end and willing 
now to sacrifice her husband to save whatever remained of her own honor. 

"Five more years at Western State Prison for Larry, then," he said, without 
moving his face from its lewd position up between her thighs. 

"I Oh, God, all right," she said. Sparks of unwanted delight suddenly 
charged throughout the super sensitive nerve ends up between the helpless 
young blonde's opening thighs. She wasn't perverted or anything, but, God, 
she just couldn't help getting excited! 

"Well, honey, I'm sure glad you feel the way I do about it," Reiter 
whispered. Then, without warning, his tongue hot and quivering with a life 
of its own shot like a darting insect into the warm liquid depths of her 
vagina. In, in, his trembling tongue slid, even deeper till it was firmly 
lodged inside her moistening cunt. 

"Aaaaaag! Please! No!" She squirmed helplessly beneath him. "No, you can't 
do it. Never. God. I don't want you tooooo. Pleeeeeease!" Her words drained 
off into incoherence. "Oooooh!" Suddenly, without volition, her churning 
buttocks rose up impatiently to meet his hungry mouth. 

Too late! It was too late! The sensation of his stubbly chin against her 
straining inner thighs was enough to cause the floodgates to burst loose, 
releasing a tide of passion that engulfed her love-starved young vagina. 
Unconsciously, almost, Judy raised and lowered her heatedly quivering cunt 
beneath his working tongue, her mind spinning out of control at the thought 
of the burly guard eating her pussy. 

It was humiliating and shameful and yet she enjoyed it. She was being 
tongue-fucked and pussy-licked! Still nothing, nothing had ever felt so good 
before! 

Reiter was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks to hold her still 
when Judy's wildly squirming pelvis began slipping away from his mouth; he 
squeezed her soft, resilient ass-cheeks as though he were kneading 
bread-dough in his hands. It was all he could do not to cum right there he 
could feel his cock hardening into ramrod stiffness, and unconsciously, he 
rubbed his pelvis back and forth on the heaving mattress. 

Judy moaned beneath him, almost sure she'd gone crazy. Once, Larry had 
mentioned oral sex, but there was never any thought, at least on her part, 
of actually doing it! And now, Reiter's salacious tongue was licking at her 
pussy and for some inexplicable reason, she just didn't care! She liked the 
guard's insane cunt-sucking; his mouth and tongue were opening her to a 
world of shameless delight she'd never known existed. Her smooth white 
stomach churned like an obscene belly dancer's, as she met his lewdly 
skewering tongue with abandoned up-thrusts of her pelvis. 

He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear a faint moan of 
disappointment.. . She'd really fired him up, more than he'd been turned on 
in years! The fact that she'd been forced into it against her will was an 
added pinch of excitement, as far as he was concerned! He could feel his 
cock stiffen into billy-club hardness as he watched her gyrating 
uncontrollably beneath him. 

"That's it, Judy," he whispered through the passion-charged quiet. "Move 
your ass; squirm it up and down!" 

The stuck-up bitch had been waiting for it when he'd first seen her trotting 
her goodies into Western State Prison, thought Reiter. Hadn't her husband 
been sent up for getting into a tavern brawl and killing a man because of 
her? She might not be a sexpot, he thought, but from the way she was acting 
now, she sure had the potential! He could feel her weakening now with every 
twitch and quiver of her helplessly aroused young body. 

Judy moaned, tried to sit upright, but he reached up to her shoulders and 
pressed her down on the wide mattress. She saw in the dim bedroom light her 
knees and naked thighs spread salaciously apart. 

"No," she said, trying to gather up her uncontrolled emotion. "Please, God, 
no more. Nobody's ever done this to me before. Please! OOOOOOOOH!" 

Reiter tweaked her wildly aroused little clitoris, and she jumped as though 
she'd been slapped on her buttocks. She had wanted everything to go along in 
a business-like way, and hadn't expected herself to respond. But now, her 
lewd reaction to his fervidly licking tongue put a new dimension on the 
situation. 

"You mean, during the whole time Larry's been in jail, no guy's eaten your 
pretty little cunt? That's a goddamn shame, Judy." 

He bent his head forward to where his eyes glimmered at the soft pink lips 
of her vagina, fringed in the gauzy light by her sparse blonde pubic hair. 
His voice was weak, hoarse with desire, when he said, "What a pussy, Judy, 
and what a fool that poor husband of yours is! Now, wouldn't Larry be lucky 
if it was him doing it to you instead of me!" 

"Oh, God, stop!" she moaned with humiliation. The prison guard's sadistic 
comments had the opposite effect than what she'd have expected. Instead of 
making her cringe with anger, they set her off, like a firecracker, in a 
forbidden direction. "Oh!" she groaned as his tongue slowly and deliberately 
licked the soft golden curls of pubic hair aside to expose her tight little 
pussy hole. She could feel his hot breath stimulating her clitoral bud, 
sending gusts of forbidden ecstasy shooting up through her deprived young 
body. Two years! She hadn't had a man for almost two years! 

She jerked responsively as once again his lathing tongue returned to her 
widespread loins. This time he was increasingly obscene about it, licking 
from her tightly puckered anal ring all the way up to her clitoris in one 
galvanizing sweep of his hot vibrating tongue. 

Once again the gasping blonde made an effort to escape, knowing she was 
within seconds of losing complete control. She thought of her husband in 
Western State Prison, and her pledge to remain faithful to him during his 
prison term. But all that seemed inconsequential now. The only reality was 
the young blonde and this strange burly man kneeling up between her 
tremulously quaking thighs. 

"Oooooooh, no, pleeeeease stop...GOD!" But Reiter's wickedly probing tongue 
suddenly entered full-length into her tight cunt, and she screamed, 
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" 

Judy's mouth hung open, her head tossed back and forth on the mattress. For 
a split second, she imagined her husband was standing in his prison uniform 
by the bedroom door, then the dream-image was expelled, like an ephemeral 
puff of smoke. "Ooooh," she moaned, as Reiter's slavering tongue curled 
around her sensually erect clitoris and his lips made loud sucking noises at 
her pulsating vaginal lips. 

She was only vaguely aware when Reiter drew her slender legs up and wrapped 
them around his neck. Judy's tightly rounded buttocks spasmed electrically 
beneath his touch. 

"Mmmmmm," she half-moaned, without words to protest against him. "Aaaaaah!" 

The massively built guard felt the fight go out of her, and began licking 
more fervently at her dilating little pussy. On and on he licked, slipping 
his tongue from her nibbling cuntal entrance to her clitoris, deliberately 
touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending. 

Judy lay there, feeling the pleasure drift over her in soft waves that 
caused her belly to ripple, and her thighs to quiver in lewd abandon. Her 
tongue-spread young pussy was begging ceaselessly for a fulfillment she'd 
never experienced before. Gone were her feelings of remorse; in their place 
was a nerve-shattering desire for self-obliteration and for final and 
complete peace. The guard had become more than the brutal blackmailer of 
moments before. He was a dark presence up between her young thighs whose 
only purpose was to bring her a sexual satisfaction no gentle lover like her 
husband Larry could ever provide her with. 

"Oooooh, GOOOOOOOOOD GOD! So GOOOOOOOOD, sooo goooooooood!" she crooned down 
at the guard's fiendishly bobbing head. "Don't stop, don't stop!" 

Then, suddenly, Reiter's oral lovemaking did stop. He'd been watching 
intently as she jerked and spasmed, impaled on the last thrusts of his 
driving tongue. She was still moaning as he pulled himself up between the 
quivering softness of her thighs. Suddenly, the young blonde came to full 
alert. "What . . . ? " said Judy as he positioned himself between her 
licentiously outspread legs. 

"Just relax. You'll enjoy it," Reiter said. 

"No, wait. I don't want any more, I've done what you wanted, haven't I?" she 
said, and attempted to sit up. With a grunt, the guard shifted his weight 
and seized the stunned girl's wrists, forcing them up and back over her 
head. Then she felt his penis, his heatedly throbbing cock-head like some 
jerking wild thing pressing hard at the entrance to her tongue-wet vagina. 
She closed her eyes and forcefully contracted her cuntal muscles to prevent 
his cruel penetration. The pressure of his penis shoving up against her 
tight little pussy opening began, slowly built, then became a searing 
firebrand of agony as she fought futilely against it. "Aaaaaamrgh!" 

Suddenly, his pulsating cock pushed slightly forward, easily spreading her 
defenseless vaginal lips. Then Reiter pulled back and stared down at their 
nakedly joined bodies. His excitedly throbbing penis was poised, its 
foreskin pulled back tight from the end. His cock's-tip was a deep red color 
from the life-giving blood that throbbed and pounded into it. With something 
akin to wonder he saw his swollen cock-head was almost completely covered by 
her blonde hair-lined pussy lips that clung erotically around it. 

"No. . . for God's sakes, don't!" Judy groaned, knowing her protests were 
useless. Her nakedly outstretched body was betraying her as it had moments 
before, and slowly, her will broken, she raised her knees until they were 
locked in place on either side of the blackmailing guard's naked buttocks. 
His hairy legs teased against the backs of her thighs, expanding the lewd 
sensation in her pussy down through the tingling nerve endings along her 
legs. 

"Ooooooh!" Moaning at her defeat, Judy hooked her heels up behind his knees 
and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmmmmmm, yes Oh God help me-yesssss!" 
she mewled into his open mouth. Reiter jammed his tongue between her parted 
lips and she sucked voraciously on it. 

The young wife gyrated her cunt in a few shameless grinds up against his 
lengthening hardness, trying to draw it immediately up into her vagina. 

"Okay, baby," said the Western State guard, "you ready for it?" 

"Ohhhh yesssss, do it to meeeee!" She'd lost the struggle to control herself 
and was dying for him to fuck her with his long hard cock. 

Reiter thrust his hips forward, and his long burgeoning penis sluiced 
suddenly up into her openly receiving pussy. The trapped blonde wife 
groaned, her mouth contorting spasmodically, her tongue running over her 
lips. "Ooooooh, yessss, yessss, do it...fuck meeee!" 

One quick jab, then another, and Judy's jerking cunt opened wetly before him 
as his hard thrust drove her separating young thighs ever wider apart! The 
length and thickness of his cock was even greater than she'd imagined! Now 
it filled her completely, brimming out at its base from her clinging vaginal 
lips and stretching her snugly clasping cunt more than she'd dreamed 
possible! 

Reiter began immediately to fuck into her in long deep strokes. He thrust 
hard from the tip of his toes and rammed the last inch of his lengthening 
cock up into her tight little hole, bringing a wild groan from her contorted 
lips. Judy's eyes opened wide, and she gazed glassily and unseeingly at the 
ceiling. 

She couldn't believe she was doing this! That this was happening to her! 

Suddenly, she knew she was going to explode into orgasm. It was there, just 
around the corner, still teasing, forever tantalizing her! 

Oh, God, just a little more! 

Immeasurable ecstasy began to flood through her tautly churning belly and 
thighs. She began to fuck in unison with the prison guard, in crazier 
gyrations, her shamelessly aroused mind and body all centering in on the hot 
rippling sensations deep up in her cock-starved loins! God...she could feel 
herself climbing right up over the top! 

The muscular prison attendant slipped his hands under her frantically 
churning ass-cheeks, grasping one in each hand. She flexed her naked 
buttocks beneath his fingers, and then thrust her impaled vagina harder up 
on his jerking rod of male flesh. 

Reiter felt his orgasm coming as Judy let out several heart-rending gasps 
that punctuated the spasmodic rise and fall of her eagerly gyrating hips. 

"Shit I'm about ready babeeeee," he moaned. "It's almost...time!" 

The thought of them both orgasming at once excited Judy to a fever pitch of 
desire and her motions became even more frantic. His slashing thrusts into 
her wildly quivering pussy became almost brutal. Wilder and wilder he 
became, tossing her nakedly writhing body beneath him without consideration 
in his own race toward climax. 

Then...she began to cum...and cum...and cum some more...almost unendingly. 

"Oh, it's here. I'm cummmmmmmmming! I'm cummmmmmmming! AAAAAAAGH! OH GOD! 
Fuck me! Fucccccck meeeeeeee!" But only vaguely did she realize that she was 
screaming "fuck me" over and over again. 

Reiter buried his madly beating penis deep up into her hotly contracting 
cunt, and felt his member expanding to even greater dimensions. He gave one 
last pounding thrust that sank right up to his pelvis, wet and matted from 
Judy's lust-moisture that welled from her crazily convulsing pussy. Then the 
flood of his sperm exploded in a white-hot streaming burst that filled her 
welcoming belly with his hot load of jism. Over and over a dozen times or 
more his rapidly deflating cock shot his fiery liquid cum into her hungry 
womb before collapsing into a useless, rubbery robe of flesh. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Judy rolled over and buried her head in the pillow though she could tell 
from just looking out the window that there'd been a break in the hot 
weather. For the last five days, she'd felt so deeply overwhelmed by her 
guilt that she'd found herself clinging desperately to sleep. If it wasn't 
for her job, she would never have gotten out of bed this entire past week. 
And today she felt more helpless than ever. She had to visit Larry in the 
afternoon for the first time since the prison guard's visit had forced her 
into adultery. 

Finally, she padded into the kitchen and forced down a cup of coffee. A 
flask of B & B gin stood on the counter. Judy didn't enjoy alcohol, but 
yesterday, stuck in the evening check-out lines at the specialty stand, 
she'd stared across at the liquor display for a good half-hour. . . and 
finally decided to purchase a bottle to calm her nerves. 

One hour later, the pretty blonde could be seen walking down Wilson Street 
to the bus. A brisk wind played in the short folds of her skirt. A teenager 
working on an ancient Pontiac whistled at her, and the Jensen dog barked 
from across the front lawn, but she didn't notice. Judy was deep in thought, 
preparing herself for her visit with Larry. She had never lied to her 
husband before, but she'd have to now. Yet, worse than that, was the 
possibility that he'd see right through her cheerful pose and sense 
instinctively that something was wrong. 

In the visiting room, Judy pulled up a wooden chair and steeled her nerves 
for what promised to be her most unpleasant visit yet with her husband. 
Instead, he waved at her cheerfully as he entered from the other side. Her 
eyes raced nervously over his slender physique as he slipped into his chair 
and grinned at her through the partition. 

"How's it going?" he said. 

"Fine," she said. "I came the last two Saturdays to see you." 

"Well, I had some trouble," he said. "But now everything seems to be going 
fine." 

"What happened?" she said. 

"There's this guard here. Reiter's his name. He said I punched him, but I 
didn't!" 

"Where is he? Maybe we shouldn't talk about it," Judy said uneasily. 

"No, it's his weekend off. Every third weekend of the month. And boy, am I 
glad he's gone. I feel like it's my own vacation." 

"Maybe you could report his...attitude...to someone," she suggested 
hopefully. 

"Are you kidding? That'd be suicide. But anyway, he seems to be losing 
interest in fighting with me. They let me out, that's all I care about!" 

"Me too, darling," Judy interjected. 

"He's a big bruiser type. Slabs of muscles all over him. It must be fourteen 
inches just around his neck. Big hands like meat pincers . . . " 

"Well, that's all over now," Judy finally managed to cut him off, knowing 
exactly what Reiter looked like...all over. 

"Yeah," Larry agreed and sank back in his chair. He glanced hungrily down at 
Judy's tempting hourglass figure then tore his eyes back up to her face. "So 
what's happening with Mr. Bloom?" 

"He sends you his regards," she said. 

"It's sure a relief for me, you working for a great guy like that. Some men 
would try to take advantage of a pretty young wife living alone...like you." 

"Yes, and I had dinner with Warren," she raced on. "It was his birthday." 

"There's another one-hell-of-a-guy," Larry sighed. "He wrote that he's 
seeing about getting me a new lawyer. That's how he is. Always looking out 
for my interests . . . " 

The visit was more successful than Judy would ever have dreamed. When she 
left, she kept an eye out for Bill Reiter, but like Larry had said, the 
stocky guard was nowhere in evidence. Finally the Trailrider pulled up, 
coming from the direction of Galoo. She boarded the air-conditioned bus and 
maneuvered down the narrow aisle, relievedly taking her place in the last 
seat. Larry had been in the best of spirits he'd been in for months, and 
that assuaged at least somewhat, the burden of guilt she'd been carrying 
around for the past several days. Maybe what she'd done hadn't been all bad. 
A small good had come of it, though at a cost Judy didn't like to think 
about. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Hello Judy? This is Warren." 

"Hold on a minute Warren. I'll be right with you." 

Judy put down the telephone and walked across the living room to turn off 
the sound on "Face the Nation." It was Sunday afternoon and she was trying 
to distract herself by watching the various news analyses. She rushed back 
to the phone. "Sorry, I had to turn down the sound on the television. 

"So I noticed," Warren said. "Say, I was by your house last Monday night. 
But someone was already there so I drove on." 

"Oh yeah?" Judy stumbled, knowing he was talking about Bill Reiter's visit. 
"It must have been a salesman. I can't remember . . . " 

When Warren finally let her go, Judy's program was no longer on the air. She 
put down the telephone and turned the television completely off. Warren 
seeing Bill Reiter's car wasn't exactly good news, but she thought her 
explanation about the salesman was plausible. 

Anyway she hoped so. 

Warren had asked her to a movie for the evening, but she'd made up the 
excuse that she had to get her clothes ready for work. It was true that 
somehow this past week her clothing, her apartment everything! had fallen 
into disorder. 

Feeling depressed, she pushed the Sunday paper aside and sat down on the 
sofa. Ordinarily, she saw her husband's friend on the average of once a 
month; their get-togethers meant a lot to her, since they were her only 
opportunity to socialize. But tonight after Warren had mentioned seeing 
Reiter's car, she felt she didn't deserve to go out, even if her husband 
didn't mind. 

Suddenly, Judy remembered that she did have clothes she'd washed for work 
hanging on the line, and turning into the kitchen, she opened the back door 
and walked out on the back lawn. A row of bright-colored summer blouses 
flapped violently on the line. The sky had darkened to a deep rose and a 
south wind was coming up. Now, after yesterday's reprieve, it would be dry 
and hotter than ever . . . 

Coming into the house, she latched the back door carefully behind her. She 
wasn't expecting to see the prison guard over again, but nevertheless for 
the past week she'd developed the habit of keeping the house locked tight. 
It made her feel safer, she was just thinking, when the doorbell rang. She 
hurried to the window and peeked out on the stoop. It was Bill Reiter; she 
started at the coincidence. He rang the bell several minutes. Finally, when 
she knew he wasn't going to stop, she walked over to the door and nervously 
flung it open. 

"You got your screen door locked," he said. 

"That's right," she said. 

"Let me in." 

"No," Judy said, noticing the guard's broad shoulders straining against his 
polo shirt. "What do you want...now?" 

"I've got to see you again," he smirked meaningfully. 

"Uh...I'm busy tonight," Judy pulled her eyes back up to his face. "Anyway, 
I did what you wanted last week! We made an agreement. I already kept my 
part of it." 

"I've got to see you. I can't help it," he grinned with obvious lewd 
anticipation. 

"I'm sorry! I'm expecting company any minute!" Judy gulped then suddenly 
slammed the door and quickly locked it. 

Just as she'd feared, Reiter began ringing the bell again. There was no 
apparent way to get rid of him. She didn't want him standing on her front 
stoop all night. She couldn't have him ringing her doorbell for hours when 
all her neighbors knew she was home. "Yes?" she said weakly, cracking open 
the door and peering out through the screen. 

"Don't bother to open the door. I don't want to come in, he said. But I got 
something to tell you. You just signed your husband's bad conduct papers. 
And I, personally, am going to see he gets everything that's coming to him." 

Judy stiffened as he turned and began swaggering down the front sidewalk; 
then before she had even thought about what she was doing, she unlocked the 
screen door and called after him. "Wait! I forgot to tell you something." 
she said. 

"Maybe I don't want to hear it," Reiter said, but he spun slowly around and 
began ambling back up the walk to her house. He opened the screen door and 
without a word, walked into the living room with Judy following behind him. 
"Don't ever try that again," he warned. "Not if you care about what happens 
to your husband!" 

"I wanted to say," Judy began, trying not to look at him, "well, it was just 
that I thought you were...satisfied...with everything after last week." 

"I was until I got home," he said gloatingly. "Then I remembered I forgot 
something." 

"What?" Judy said, suspiciously. 

"First, I'd like to say I thought we had a real good time last Monday night. 
You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself," he grinned from ear to ear. 

Suddenly he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and Judy shivered 
involuntarily. He drew her body up close to him so that her softly jutting 
breasts nudged against his massive chest, and another involuntary shudder of 
pleasure went through her before she struggled to break away. 

"I really am expecting somebody," she gasped. 

He ignored her, looking nervously around the room. "Then I'd like to know 
where's the booze?" he asked. 

"I don't drink," Judy said. 

"I don't believe you," he frowned at her then looked toward the kitchen. 
"I'll look for it myself." 

He disappeared into the kitchen. Judy trembled with humiliation as she heard 
him opening and slamming drawers and cupboards in her kitchen. It sounded 
like he'd tipped the wastebasket over. Suddenly, she remembered the bottle 
of gin that she'd left under the sink, and she hurried fearfully into the 
room after him. 

"I forgot . . . " she began. 

"I already found it," he held the bottle up in his hand and gave her a look 
of severe displeasure. He took a glass from the cupboard and poured himself 
a straight shot then said, "That's the second time you've irritated me 
tonight. I hope it's not going to become a habit. You want some?" he 
finished off. 

"No I don't drink much," she said. "It's just that lately . . . " 

"All right with me," he took the glass and returned to the living room. 

As she thought she heard him sit down on the sofa, Judy turned to the 
counter and lifting a glass quickly down from the cupboard, poured herself a 
drink three fingers full. She knew it was the worst possible thing she could 
do under the circumstances, but the young wife was so frightened about what 
might happen now she could hardly stand it. She downed the glass in one gulp 
and broke into a fit of coughing. Screwing on the top, she put the glass in 
the sink and went into the living room. 

Reiter was not sitting on the sofa at all. Instead, he stood in front of her 
record console, going through her record collection. He stood in a swarm of 
album covers. What he didn't like, he'd apparently discarded to the floor, 
but Judy restrained herself from picking them up. Suddenly, he turned and 
seemed to forget the records. 

"I got this urge to take off somewheres," he stepped over the dust jackets. 

"Well, I'm afraid I don't!" 

"No need for sarcasm, Miss Hot Pants," he said, taking her arm. 

"I'm . . .expecting company," she said fearfully. 

"So much the better," he said. "Nobody's going to find you at home." 

Five frightening minutes later and Judy was in the front seat of Reiter's 
car. They were speeding through the bill boarded outskirts of White Stone, 
heading down US 60 and into the desert. 

Reiter lit a cigarette. ". . . now, take a guy like me," he was saying over 
the bland country and western music on the tape desk. "I don't ask for much, 
just the physical comforts. A good looking woman," he winked coarsely at 
Judy. "A sturdy little car." 

"Oh, I see," said Judy. She stared hopelessly out the window at the huge 
western sky. The sun had set a minute ago, and the horizon was a lovely 
pinkish-gold above the coppery sand. 

"Is that all you can say . . . 'oh I see!' This'll be the second time I've 
laid you, and still you talk like you just met me!" 

"I'm sorry," she wet her dry lips. 

"Well, you ought to be. Look at it as if you're doing me a favor and I'm 
helping you out, too." 

Some help, she glowered sullenly. 

The guard cleared his throat, pulling out the country and western tape from 
the deck and with one hand free, injected another. Large boulders rose up on 
either side of the car. Extruded from some ancient volcanic eruption, they 
formed science fiction shapes as the Toyota streaked through the darkening 
gorge between them. 

"In another situation, we might hit it off real well together," said Reiter 
after they'd emerged into open countryside. Judy dreaded the moment when 
he'd stop his car for a while she'd been hoping he wouldn't But now, with 
his hand resting intimately on her thigh, she knew there wasn't a hope of 
that. 

"Just a few more miles and we'll be there," he said 

"Where?" Judy started. 

"My Grandpa's old place. I haven't been to see it in some time." 

Reiter's farm consisted of a ramshackle outbuilding and a farmhouse, 
situated on the most desolate stretch of acreage Judy had ever seen. She 
expected him to throw open the door and make her get out and was relieved at 
least for a second, when he suggested they stay in his car. 

They sat in silence for a moment when, abruptly, he turned to her. 

"Reach down and pull out my cock," he suddenly said. 

Judy was taken aback and bolted upright in her seat. 

"You heard me. Reach down, unzip my fly and take out my cock," he repeated 
loudly. "Please no," she gasped. 

"Why the hell do you think we're out here?" he frowned. 

"For a minute I thought we were going to see your farmhouse," she protested 
weakly. 

"We've seen it. Now Judy, there something else I want you to do." The guard 
slid his hand up her fearfully shaking thigh beneath her skirt till it 
rested just below her little nylon panties. With his other hand he began 
stroking down her slim arm curving nakedly out of her sweater, watching the 
goose bumps rise irrepressibly on her skin. "I mean, it's a perfect place 
for us, isn't it?" 

"Well, I'm not doing anything to you because I like it," she tried to make 
clear, after hesitating a second. Responding to him had become almost 
habitual, and she feared she'd again become aroused if she didn't remain as 
aloof from Reiter as possible. She could hear his breath deepening rapidly. 
In spite of herself, his large hand felt good on her skin, sending little 
tingles of excitement down the sensitive nerve ends. 

"Have you ever sucked anyone?" the guard said after a moment. "You know, 
have you ever put your mouth around a man's long hard penis?" 

"God...no! Never!" She looked out the window toward the cactus and mesquite 
behind the house. "I just couldn't!" 

"Well, it's something you should try," he said, working his hand up the 
outside of her sweater to her full mounded breasts, excitedly massaging the 
sensitive flesh through the soft fabric. 

Judy, barely resisting the guard's caress, sighed involuntarily when his 
fingers began tweaking at her budding nipple. Suddenly, the obscene pleasure 
escalated to a salacious level she could hardly stand. 

"Oh," she gasped. 

She didn't know what was happening to her. The ghost-like landscape blurred 
as Reiter turned his head and met her lips with a crushing embrace. 
Reluctantly, she let his tongue slip into her mouth. It probed 
uncontrollably around, teasing at her own tongue, and the desire she'd been 
repressing since she'd last seen him began to flicker like heat-lightning up 
inside her belly. 

"No uh-uh," she groaned, but permitted his other hand to slip down to her 
tapering waist and then up under her sweater. At least he'd forgotten about 
her holding his erect penis, she sighed thankfully to herself! 

Reiter wormed his hand into the cup of her nylon brassiere, squeezing her 
other resiliently full mound, kneading the firm flesh in his fingers. 

Suddenly he broke the kiss. As Judy felt Bill's hands drawing her sweater up 
over her head, a cloud slid over the moon. The sweater tangled in her 
mini-bobbed hair temporarily, and then she felt her brassiere straps being 
tugged down, loosened. When she leaned forward, reluctantly letting him undo 
her lacy white brassiere, a burning pleasure flamed fiercely through her 
young loins. She knew she should stop she was putting up so little struggle 
but somehow she couldn't! She rationalized that Larry's welfare was at 
stake, but there was a forbidden desire on her part for Reiter to again make 
love to her! 

Bill's eyes widened as the young blonde's large breasts bobbed nakedly free 
before his face. "Jesus," he continued staring at the twin peaks of young 
flesh. 

"Make it quick. Please get it over with!" she cried, waiting for him to do 
it, hopefully for the last time. She gasped sharply as he began to suck the 
incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. The guard forced her to turn on 
the car seat, her half-naked body quivering beside him as he continued 
sucking her responsively throbbing breasts, sliding the stiffening nipples 
up and down in a slow tantalizing motion. 

Suddenly he withdrew his mouth from her tingling young mounds. "Now, like I 
said, reach in and take out my cock." 

"No," she said sharply. 

"All right, then I'll do it myself." He opened his slacks and rapidly he 
pulled down his jockey shorts over his long male hardness that sprung 
frighteningly up with sudden pulsating strength. Then he was guiding her 
hand to his long thick cock and Judy instinctively clasped her hand around 
it. 

"Now jerk on it," he said. 

"I-I can't!" 

"You can do that much." 

"Well, just that," she assented and began jerking on the guard's full erect 
penis with her hand, closing her eyes to shut out the obscene sight of what 
she was doing. 

He slid closer to her on the car seat, and Judy continued stroking his 
eagerly throbbing penis, sliding the smooth flesh up and down in a slow 
tantalizing rhythm that caused him to groan and move his pelvis back and 
forth. Dim moonlight radiated around them through the car window, hazily 
illuminating her supple young body and glinting off the shiny 
lubricant-slick head of his cock. 

Reiter moved back on the car seat. "Move your head lower, Judy," he said. 
"So you can put your mouth around it." 

"No. I don't want to!" 

"I'm telling you what to do. C'mon." 

"Please, anything, but not that!" 

"I don't need to remind you any more about those papers I may be forced to 
sign," he said. 

Taking a deep breath, Judy began stroking rapidly up and down on his thick 
rubbery foreskin. "How about this? Do you like it?" 

"Now more...not just that...more! Your mouth's got to suck it!" 

She held both hands tightly around his thick manly cock, massaging it 
between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused 
the guard's taut-muscled buttocks to undulate in time to the maddening 
rhythm. Slowly, she lowered her head till it was a scant few inches from his 
warm lust-inflated cock-head. Then she was shifting her weight and bending 
over beside him. 

Reiter sat tensed with his rigidly throbbing penis pointed up at a 
forty-five degree angle from his body; then turning his head, he could see 
Judy's nakedly curving breasts in the rear view mirror. "Jesus!" he groaned 
at the sight of her smoothly rounded buttocks lifting up off the seat. 

The young blonde's head lowered toward his long massive hardness; her tongue 
flicked out and the tip bored teasingly into the slight moistness of the 
small opening at the end. 

"Christ!" He sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable 
contact. Chills rippled along the base of his spine, forcing a groan from 
his lips. He'd never expected his prisoner's reserved wife to act like this 
it was almost too good to be true! He watched as she brought her ovaled 
mouth wetly down all the way and enclosed the whole of his pulsating cock in 
a soft warm pressure it was so incredibly exciting he was ready to cum right 
there! 

"Uggghh!" groaned the guard. The girl was inexperienced at this sort of 
thing, but the delectable heat of her mouth and the way she used her lips 
like a gently clasping elastic band were absolutely fantastic! Her lips 
tightened with soft warm pressure just below his throbbing cock-head, 
trapping his lust-thickened hardness inside the warm wet cavern of her 
mouth. 

"Oooohh," he stared down at the young wife's lust-contorted face. 

The picture of his cock sunk halfway between her greedily sucking lips 
increased the erotic sensation tenfold. His stiffened penis glistened like a 
wet tree trunk as it began to move in and out between her moistly 
encompassing lips. Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, Judy 
massaged the velvety resilient skin of his testicles with her fingers. She 
stroked his cock's rigidity between the thumb and forefinger of her other 
hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated 
penis. 

The aroused prison guard could feel the softness of her tongue twirling with 
an obscene moist pressure around his aching cock-head at the apex of 
withdrawal, her tongue-tip dancing across the tiny sensitive opening at the 
end. He flexed his buttocks, watching her blonde head bobbing salaciously up 
and down below. The inciting vision of her mouth encasing his wildly 
hammering penis was almost painful in its lewdness. 

Judy could feel the throbbing reaction in his loins. She began to suck a 
little harder, digging her teeth gently into the hard resisting pole of 
flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from 
beneath the skin's surface. "Oh God," she coughed around his mouth-filling 
hardness as he tangled his hands in her blonde hair and pulled her even 
closer to him. 

Often the young wife had wondered what sucking a man's long thick cock would 
be like, but she had no idea that it would turn her on so much! In spite of 
herself, Judy was aroused by the masochistic position she'd been forced 
into. Knowing she was incapable of moving her head in any direction except 
up and down on that wonderfully long penis made what she was doing much more 
obscene and forbidden. Reaching under Reiter's tightly flexed buttocks, she 
cupped the rock-hard cheeks of flesh, pulling his jerking groin tighter up 
to her face. 

Judy's tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously till Reiter 
thought he'd scream! He was near the bursting point as she took almost all 
his heatedly erect cock deep in her throat. As she licked on the 
glisteningly wet flesh like a cat cleaning its fur he could feel every nerve 
he possessed concentrated down there in his wildly jerking penis. 

"Jesus Judy, you sure learn fast!" 

"Yesss, mmmmmmm," the shamelessly turned-on blonde couldn't help exclaiming. 
Suddenly, she felt more depraved than she'd ever have thought possible: 
never in her life had she dreamed she'd like the taste of cock. It was a 
terribly immoral thing to do, and yet the fact that it was wrong increased 
her helpless excitement! 

"Yesss, oh, suck on meee, suck my prick, babeee," his chanting voice broke 
in on her thoughts. 

He expected the young wife to choke, but she continued the maddening sucking 
on and on. Her mouth pulled up along the full length of his impatiently 
beating penis, drawing on him like a vacuum cleaner. The pressure building 
in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and unbearable, and his long 
hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done 
before. 

He was going to cum in Moore's wife's mouth. 

In her mouth! He couldn't believe it! 

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his churning balls as 
Reiter watched her face working above his lean body like a contented calf 
sucking on its mother's teat. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling 
from her half-naked body as she bucked over him, trying to make him spurt 
his white-hot cum down her gluttonously sucking throat. 

"Is it good Bill; do you like the way I'm sucking you?" Judy removed her 
mouth from his erect cock for a moment, taken aback by the whorish tone of 
her words. 

"Oh...gooood GOD!" he moaned. 

"I...didn't...want to do it, but it does taste good." 

"Then keep it up! Shit, don't stop sucking meeee!" 

The muscles in the guard's stomach tightened until he thought they would 
snap from the pressure. He arched his back off the car seat, pushing even 
farther between the hot clasping moistness of the sexy blonde's lips. 

Suddenly, he gasped! 

The moment was here, and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in 
his throat as he felt the building gush of impatient sperm begin its mad 
dash up from the reservoir of his exploding balls and begin spewing in hot 
thin streams into her hungrily sucking mouth. 

"Suck, suck meee!" he shouted, the tendons on his thighs stretching like a 
prisoner's drawn tight on a rack. 

The beautiful 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 long hair, holding her head to the 
hot eruption of his loins as he rammed the madly jerking penis all the way 
down to her tonsils. 

"Aaaaggh!" Judy coughed, swallowing to regain her breath. 

The guard moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete 
fulfillment. Gradually, his still erect cock deflated in her mouth, but Judy 
continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm-tasting 
semen from the depleted older man. 

"I'm going on vacation for two weeks," Reiter announced after he'd turned 
the car onto the road and they were heading north in the direction of White 
Stone. "And when I come back I want to start seeing you on a regular 
twice-a-week basis." 

"Tonight I thought was the last time," she said. "I hadn't counted on seeing 
you again." 

"I've changed my plans," he said, accelerating down the silvery strip of 
highway. 

"What if I say no?" 

"Well Judy, that's not your nature. You've already gotten to like me, 
haven't you?" 

It's not you I like, she thought bitterly to herself. Some box-like 
farmhouses hugged grayly to the side of the road as Reiter's headlights 
flicked past, beamed into darkness. 

Anyway we'll have a stretch of time to know each other. Your husband's got 
three more years, ain't he? It'll be tolerable if you resign yourself to 
seeing me then again, I'll still be around if you don't." 

"And I had thought this was the last time," she said. 

"Look kid," Reiter said. "I've had my troubles too. My life's been a long 
trip-downhill, that is." 

"But that doesn't justify all this," said Judy. 

"I didn't say it did, and I'm not complaining. A while back, I almost got 
married . . . " 

"And what happened?" 

"Well, I decided I wasn't ready yet." 

"So you've never been married?" 

"Oh yes, I've been married, but it didn't work out." 

White Stone was clogged with late Sunday night traffic, and it was twenty 
minutes until they'd driven from the town's outskirts to Judy's duplex 
apartment. She hurriedly got out of the car, and it wasn't till she'd 
entered her apartment that she looked back to the street. The Toyota was 
still standing at the curb. Another late model sports car turned down the 
block and slowed in front of her house. She closed the door and quickly 
peeked out her curtained front window. The sports car was definitely Warren 
Thomson's that new Lotus special he'd talked so much about and she moved 
away from the window, drew the blinds and snapped on a light. Seconds later, 
she cracked the blinds and saw that both Warren and Bill had gone. 

Two things were clear to Judy Moore as she climbed into bed after a cup of 
hot milk. She had to stop seeing the man even if it meant looking for a new 
apartment where he couldn't find her. And she had to avoid her husband's 
friend Warren who'd probably driven on when he saw the prison guard's car. 
Now Warren certainly thought she was involved with another man. She could 
see the question marks lighting up in the young executive's head as he began 
to put two and two together. The red Toyota parked in front of her house. 
Twice! Her strangely distant attitude when they'd gone out that Monday night 
to celebrate Warren's birthday. 

As she lay in bed, the young blonde's guilt grew even beyond this evening. 
Tonight she couldn't help blaming herself for everything that happened in 
this whole mess of her life. The argument in the bar which had ended with 
one man dead and Larry serving a term for manslaughter in Western State 
Prison had been Judy's fault. Even if she hadn't actually flirted with the 
man, she thought, her very presence seemed to precipitate disaster. And now 
there was Bill Reiter whom she somehow should have discouraged the first 
time he'd come to the house. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Mama Leone's was the only foreign restaurant in town. It was located pretty 
much out in the sticks on the edges of a run-down shopping area. Still, it 
was the kind of place Warren seemed to like. And Judy had to admit that 
under different circumstances she would also have found it nice with its 
black and white checkered tablecloths and candles in straw-covered bottles. 
It had a very romantic atmosphere. 

Now, waiting for her dessert, Judy fingered her wine glass nervously as her 
husband's handsome blond-haired friend signaled the waiter for their third 
bottle of Chateau Vielle. Yesterday, to add to the difficulty she was 
already having finding an apartment, Warren had called at the office and 
insisted on dinner this Friday evening. He had something to talk to her 
about, he'd said. Judy had a good idea what it was he was going to threaten 
to tell Larry about her infidelity, or worse yet, inform her that he already 
had. So far he hadn't brought it up, and Judy almost wished he would because 
she could hardly stand the tension much longer. 

"You're sure that's just a salesman...always parking his car in front of 
your house?" he said, turning back to her with what looked to be a twinkle 
of amusement in his eyes. 

"Yes," Judy's heart leapt to her throat. "He's selling encyclopedias. Mrs. 
Jensen...she lives on the other side of my duplex...she told me so." 

"When I was walking into your place last Sunday night I would have stopped, 
but it looked exactly like you'd been out with him!" 

"Oh, isn't that funny?" Judy gave a short nervous laugh then sank 
exhaustedly back into her chair from the effort. "Appearances certainly are 
deceiving," she mumbled. 

"It occurred to me then that you must get awfully bored staying home 
sometimes." 

"Yes I do," Judy admitted. 

They seemed to have reached in impasse in the conversation. Judy supposed 
Warren was finally trying to get down to the subject of her unfaithfulness, 
but she wasn't going to help him. Usually, she felt totally at ease with the 
good-looking young blond man, but her guilty relationship with the prison 
guard seemed to have ruined that, just like it was destroying the rest of 
her life. 

"You must get lonely yourself. What about that Belgian girl you met in 
Europe last summer?" Judy tried to change the subject. "Why don't you write 
her?" 

"There really isn't any point. You see, she was actually five years older 
than me. Now you . . . " 

"Maybe she could change her age!" Judy later interjected. 

"No, that's too far out," Warren smiled at her. "Anyway she wasn't near as 
pretty as you." 

"She must have been somewhat pretty," Judy spooned in her ice cream and 
licked her lips. Suddenly an image flashed through her mind of Warren 
checking in and out of hotels with his supposed wife who wasn't even his own 
age he'd admitted before that they'd traveled around together and she 
blushed. "What language do they speak in Belgium?" she said. 

"French and Flemish," he answered distractedly. "No, it was an educational 
experience and I enjoyed it, but I didn't really like her that much anyway." 

Abruptly Warren reached across the table and clasped Judy's hand. 

"You didn't?" she said uneasily. 

"Well, she was nice enough, but actually...what I'd like to meet is a girl 
like you." 

"Pardon?" Judy was sure she must have misheard. 

"I mean it's a terrible thing that happened to Larry, but I sure wish you 
weren't married to him!" He squeezed her hand and laughed awkwardly. 

Judy felt like she'd had more than double her one bottle of wine as Warren 
opened her fingers and stroked her palm. She'd thought that Warren was going 
to accuse her of adultery, but now he seemed to be suggesting something 
immoral himself. 

"That's why I've been asking about this car," Warren said. "To be perfectly 
blunt, Judy, I've held off telling you about how I feel towards you for a 
long time. But now I have the terrible feeling somebody else has fewer 
principles." 

"But what about.. . Larry?" Judy said. 

"Christ, Judy, you don't have to remind me of that. I know it's wrong, but I 
still can't help how I feel. And the way I feel about you...is better left 
undescribed." 

Warren gave her such a lewd look of longing that Judy drew back in her chair 
from the sheer sensual force of the vibrations alone. A ripple of goose 
bumps broke out on her bare skin as he withdrew his hand from hers and lay 
it on her forearm. 

"Oh you've just had too much to drink," she blurted out helplessly, but it 
sounded rude. 

"Maybe so," Warren flinched. "But my attitude sober would be the same." 

"I don't think we should talk about this," Judy said softly. "I feel the 
same way about Larry. Even if he isn't with me, I can't help still caring 
about him." 

Suddenly Judy remembered the true state of her life and saw how hypocritical 
and incredible it was that she, of all people, was criticizing Warren 
Thomson, even indirectly. "I'm sorry," she said. 

"That's all right," Warren said. "I expected you to react this way at first. 
I just wanted to put in my bid in case you ever do reconsider your marriage 
with Larry. I'm not giving up without a struggle to that character you work 
for." 

"What?" Judy said. "Mr. Bloom." 

"Yeah, it's his Toyota, isn't it?" Warren said sullenly. 

"Why no, it's . . . " Judy said. "I mean, it belongs to that salesman." 

"Well, whoever it is. Probably some bigwig at Naxos Petroleum. I don't want 
you to tell me." 

Judy turned uncomfortably back to her ice cream. She scooped up the last 
mouthful, letting it sit on her tongue before it glided coolly down her 
throat. It was a relief that her husband's friend hadn't found out about her 
blackmailer, but she couldn't believe Warren was in love with her. When she 
put down her spoon, Warren was staring at her ripe young breasts. Then he 
lifted his glance, but there didn't seem to be anything else to say so he 
turned and signaled Mr. Leone for the check. 

Minutes later, the young couple was speeding out the Park Lane turnoff on 
Interstate 66 for a last drink at Warren's apartment. He had recently bought 
himself his new car and lived in an expensive apartment complex. Warren was 
the only one of his high school graduating class fortunate enough to have 
gotten a college education. Now, having secured a managerial position at 
Western Bank and Trust, he was rising rapidly at the bank. He was also an 
unusually attractive young man. With his blond hair and crinkly blue eyes, 
Judy had always thought he looked remarkably like Paul Newman. 

Maybe that was why she suddenly felt uncomfortable dropping off for a 
nightcap at the young bachelor's place. Warren swerved into the parking lot 
and led Judy toward the glass bubble-shaped elevator. She'd been here 
before, but now his admission that he was hopelessly attracted to her put a 
new perspective on the situation. 

"I really can't stay late," she said as the glass doors parted and they 
moved down the hall. 

"I promise to have you home by midnight, okay?" Warren unlocked and opened 
the door. 

Despite the lavishness of the complex, Warren's apartment was a simple 
living room and bedroom and kitchen setup which he still hadn't managed to 
furnish. There was a sofa in the front room, but books and records and a 
table lamp sat on the thick pile carpet. Since there wasn't any place else 
to sit, Judy relaxed on the sofa while Warren fixed drinks. 

"It's sort of a shock to see you drinking something besides your usual 
Coke." He brought her Scotch and sat down on the sofa beside her. 

"Well, lately I've been changing some of my attitudes about things," Judy 
said then sipped eagerly at her drink. Suddenly her eyebrows drew together. 
She hoped Warren wouldn't think she was talking about sex. 

"Oh yeah? That's interesting," he lay his arm over the back of the sofa. 

Abruptly she sat up and turned around to face him. An impulse to divulge all 
to him was overwhelming the young blonde wife. He claimed to care a 
considerable amount for her. Besides, he was moving frighteningly closer on 
the sofa, and she sensed a desperate need for something to distract him 
with. 

"Judy?...is something wrong?" he broke into her thoughts. 

"Oh God, Warren," she sobbed suddenly. "I'm in a hell of a mess, but you 
mustn't tell Larry because it would be well, I'm being blackmailed by this 
guard from Western State," she blurted out. "Sexually blackmailed that is. 
If you know what I mean!" 

"Wait a minute. For Christ's sakes. Please go over that one more time," 
Warren said. 

"This man Reiter has a crazy obsession with me. I don't know what for. Maybe 
he has it out for Larry or maybe he just gets a kick out of being sadistic." 

"What? I mean it all sounds so crazy!" he laid his hand on her shoulder. "I 
can't believe that-" 

"You don't know what it's like," she cried, "to come home and not know if 
he's going to be there. What is he going to make me do next? He says he's 
going to send Larry up for another five years." 

"You sure you're not just making this up-you know, a play for attention?" he 
winked. 

"Warren, be serious!" 

"I was only trying to humor you a little," he said. "Judy," Warren muttered, 
"I don't condone what you've done, but I can understand it if what you did 
was to sleep with this guy. I always thought well that you'd want a 
relationship with a man. It's the only normal thing for a pretty young woman 
like yourself." 

"Well, that's the worst part," the young blonde said. "What I did was oh, 
it's impossible to explain!" 

"So you liked it?" Warren said, tugging uncomfortably at his tie. 

"Yes," she nodded then went on when Warren didn't respond. "But maybe he'll 
lose interest in me. That's my only hope! Right from the beginning it was 
probably my fault that Larry went to prison and now it seems so incredible 
that I've done this to him!" She began crying hysterically. 

"The first thing you've got to do is get a hold of yourself," he shook her 
shoulders with both hands. Judy's glass flew out of her hand and rolled 
across the floor. Suddenly she came to. "Oh God, Look what I've done now." 
She took a Kleenex out of her pocketbook and began sponging it up. "Really 
Warren, I didn't mean to do this to your lovely carpet!" 

When Judy looked up, Warren was gazing at her with a strange look in his 
eye. Awkwardly she dropped the wad of wet Kleenex onto the end table. "Don't 
stare at me that way, Warren. I know what you're thinking, but it wouldn't 
be right!" 

"You know how I feel about you, Judy." 

"Just now I've found out! But the only thing I feel for you is the warmest 
of affection," she said unconvincingly. 

"Tell me, then...all about your relationship with this prison guard. He must 
know Larry." 

She drew back on the couch. "There's nothing to tell," she said. "Except 
that he does know Larry, which is really the whole point! Of course he knows 
Larry!" 

"How about a few details? What did he do to you?" Warren said. 

"Is that all you can say?" exclaimed Judy. "If you want to get your kicks, 
Warren, there are some pornographic movies playing down at the "Art Cinema" 
you can go to!" 

"I'm making us two more strong drinks," he announced in his slightly 
intoxicated condition, a little louder than necessary, and went into the 
kitchen. "My mind is just blown to pieces by what you've told me." She heard 
the ice clink, and then he was standing in front of her with the two Scotch 
glasses set on a tray and an excited expression on his face. He set the tray 
on the carpet by her feet. 

"I want to compliment you on the way you've held up under all that tension," 
said the young executive. 

"Sit down, Warren," she said, trying to smile through her tears of 
confusion. "Tonight's been a rather trying experience for both of us!" 

"You didn't believe what I said about how I felt the way I still feel do you 
Judy?" 

He squeezed over on the couch beside her, almost upsetting the drinks with 
his large feet Judy could feel a strange sexual tension building between the 
two of them and tried to banish it from her mind. After all, Warren was 
drunk, and that had to account for his sudden amorousness but why did he 
have to get this way now? Judy, rescuing her Scotch from the tray, tried to 
find an excuse that would somehow bring a balance to the situation. 

"I believe you've had more than a bottle of wine too much this evening," she 
said. 

Warren nodded. 

She'd thought she'd noticed the beginnings of his excited male erection when 
he'd come into the room and wondered if he was still as aroused as before. 
If Warren was turned on by her, she supposed, it was so much the worse for 
them. They were just good friends "amigos" he'd once laughed and she 
intended to keep it that way! 

"What about Larry?" he said. "Are you going to tell him or maybe call the 
police?" 

"Telling Larry is out of the question," she said. "And let's not even 
mention the police. I'm looking for another apartment. I'm hoping that'll 
keep Bill Reiter away till I can get myself together. Honestly, I feel like 
I'm going to end up in a mental hospital if I can't get this man off my 
back!" 

"Jesus, you are in a state!" said Warren, staring puzzledly across the 
unfurnished luxury apartment. He turned to her, dropped his arm heavily 
across the back of the couch without touching her. 

"Oh I guess it isn't as bad as all that," she admitted. 

Warren slipped his arm onto her shoulders-gingerly, as if waiting for some 
signal to show that it was all right. She didn't push it aside so he 
relaxed. 

He could feel his heart pounding with guilty excitement. If Larry heard 
about it there'd be hell to pay what's more, it would be the end of their 
friendship. But somehow it didn't matter to him. He pulled Judy a little 
closer to his side, easing his hand down her shoulders along her upper arm, 
feeling the goose bumps rise as he gently stroked her naked flesh. 

She'd noticed what he was up to and wanted to tell him to stop. But the 
attention he was giving her after all she'd gone through, made it difficult 
to resist. Besides, his strong hand felt good on her skin it made her relax, 
which more than anything was what she wanted at this time. 

"Now see how easy it is to let yourself go?" said Warren. 

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 
tanned skin. He eased his fingers beneath her curving mound, tenderly 
stroking the side of her breast beneath her sweater. 

Judy could feel a forbidden pleasure racing through her young body as his 
hand worked its way around her resilient breast, gently massaging the 
delicate flesh in his strong grip. She tried to pretend not to notice, but 
his fingers deftly tweaking her budding nipples were as much as she could 
stand. Turning her head, she met his lips in a tight embrace, her tongue 
slipping between his teeth into his mouth, probing hungrily as the smooth 
flicking desire began to well up inside her. At the same time, she told 
herself that this was all she'd let her husband's best friend do. Both of 
them were in such a state that they deserved each other's momentary comfort! 

Warren turned her toward him and slipped his right hand around Judy's body 
and inside her sweater, squeezing her breast outside her lacy brassiere, 
kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. With his other hand, he 
finished unbuttoning her sweater. Then rapidly, he reached behind and 
unsnapped her skimpy white brassiere, pulling it off, and letting her 
nakedly swelling breasts fall free like twin snow-capped peaks, their 
cream-like whiteness shining in contrast to her light tan. 

Their lips parted and before Judy could protest, Warren quickly lowered his 
head to her quivering young breasts, fastening his lips tightly to her 
throbbing nipple. He rolled the pulsating little bud around in his mouth, 
avidly licking at the spiked-out tip with his tongue. She could feel jolt 
after jolt of pure pleasure coursing through her trembling body; then 
suddenly a deep-throated groan slipped from her half-opened lips. 

"Ohhh Warren, stop, please," she protested. Her mind went crazy with 
conflicting thoughts. There was the indelible vision of her husband behind 
bars and Bill Reiter, a kind of avenging angel punishing her for all her 
past and future wrongdoings. Then there was Warren, a gentle and considerate 
lover. Her frustrated young body was urging her on, begging for more as the 
warm coals of desire slowly fanned into searing flames deep up inside her. 

She squirmed on the couch, unconsciously contracting her buttocks as the 
agonizing deliciousness suddenly excited her more than she'd expected. 
"Ooooh, ohhh!" she moaned softly. 

Warren was going crazy with desire as he nibbled on her naked young breasts. 
They were milk-white and shimmering in the dim light and seemed meant for 
him to touch, to caress...to suck! Beneath her delectable breasts, her slim 
body tapered to her narrow waist, disappeared beneath her skirt then flared 
again into the pale warmth of her trimly tapered thighs. He lowered one hand 
to their beckoning softness, forcing her clenched legs apart, and she 
snapped them shut around his hand. 

Judy moaned again as his flesh-trapped hand made contact with the tight 
elastic leg band of her bikini panties, and his fingers rubbed her tingling 
pussy lips through the flimsy nylon. Finally, she could hold her legs 
together no longer, and as they parted, his hand slipped eagerly under the 
restraining leg band at the top of her thigh, touching the lustfully warm 
dampness inside. His fingers caressed the delicate folds of sparsely 
hair-covered cuntal flesh . . . 

"No. Warren, we can't. After all the time we've known each other! And think 
of Larry!" The dazed young wife moaned helplessly for him to stop, but 
nothing could hold him back now. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and 
gazed down hungrily at her inviting thighs. The faintest soft wisps of pussy 
hair spilled from around the skimpy white panty crotch band in teasing 
blonde tendrils. 

He could see his own hand beneath the sheer fabric, caressing her warm, 
moist vaginal lips, and it sent a wild shiver of arousal through his rapidly 
hardening cock. Still sucking hungrily on her tiny erect nipple, he slipped 
his hand down along her moistening pussy slit, gently tickling the soft 
silken hairs and working his fingers down 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. "Oh God- 

NO!" Her voice trailed off into soft protesting murmurs. 

His long thick cock was straining against his undershorts, standing up in 
his pants like a strong sapling. He tried to push it down with his free hand 
so Judy wouldn't be alarmed by it thrusting up so obviously, but it wouldn't 
relent. His penis was rock-hard with an excitement that had been building 
since they'd been in the restaurant earlier that evening and was swollen far 
too big to be pushed out of sight. Through her passion-dimmed eyes, Judy 
noticed it too. It didn't seem as big as Bill Reiter's which was so 
monstrous in size and in its youthful eagerness it looked like it would 
burst through his pants at any second! 

"Now relax, Judy," said Warren, gathering his courage to make his next move. 
"I want you to hold my prick. I mean, we can touch each other without going 
all the way." 

"I can't. Oh Warren, really," she said. "We've gone much too far already!" 

In spite of her weak protests, he held her hand, squeezed it reassuringly 
for a moment then guided it toward his eagerly pulsating cock. Judy held 
back at first, but the obscene bulge was hypnotizing; finally she allowed 
him to place her hand gently on the material covering the quivering rod of 
male flesh. She could feel his lust-aroused member swell beneath her touch, 
and she gave it a weak squeeze. 

"Shit!" exclaimed Judy's husband's best friend as his cock seemed to double 
in size inside the tight curve of her tiny hand. With a little coaxing from 
his guiding hand, she began to stroke his penis fondly through his slacks, 
running her fingers up and down its long hard length as it pounded with lewd 
excitement. She looked down and could see his cock swelling from an eager 
young sapling to a hard rapacious tree trunk as she clasped her fingers more 
firmly around it. 

"Yeah, that's right. Jerk on me like that," Warren closed his eyes, savoring 
the feel of her small hand rubbing tenderly along the length of his rigidly 
throbbing hardness, still restrained by his slacks. 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 then finally got it down. Reaching inside, he 
bent his fully erect penis painfully to get it out through his jockey shorts 
and into the open. 

Judy tried not to look at first. The very sight of it seemed like an 
indictment of her adultery, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she 
glanced down cautiously at the thickening cock-shaft jerking crazily in her 
hand. His penis was longer than she'd first imagined and much bigger around 
equal to the size of Bill Reiter's! 

"Uuuhhm, that's so good, Judy!" he whispered, teasing hopefully at the tight 
moist passage of her pussy beneath her panties as she stroked his pulsating 
cock-shaft. Ever so slowly, he parted her soft resilient cuntal flesh and 
then eased his extended middle finger up into the hungrily nibbling opening, 
slipping it in the snug elastic circle till it was hidden to the first joint 
in her small clasping vagina. 

Larry Moore's wife twisted and squirmed on the couch; the silky dampness 
from her warm wet vaginal depths spread over his hand, soaking the panty 
crotch band with her young lust-juices that were beginning to flow down 
between her legs in excited rivulets. 

"Oh God, Warren I want you so much. But it's so impossible!" She groaned 
guiltily in his ear. He'd forgotten her nakedly trembling breasts for the 
moment but gave them both a long nibbling kiss, sending chills of delight 
racing through her love-starved young body. 

He wound his fingers around the tight panty waistband and worked her panties 
out from under her girlishly rounded buttocks and down to her knees. Her 
hand stopped him there. 

'That's it. Period. No more," she said with finality. 

But the young man jerked her hand away and snapped the delicate fabric in 
half, ripping her flimsy panties apart as he pulled them down her long 
kicking legs and tossed them in a useless heap on the carpeted floor. 

"Warren! Look what you've done! Now...enough!" Judy struggled to get free. 
Suddenly, he pushed defenselessly down on the couch cushions and was 
fighting to force her clenching legs apart with his knees, using it like a 
wedge between her tightening thighs. 

"Warren!" 

"C'mon honey. You're just scared. Don't fight it!" 

"I've got to fight it. What are you talking about?" 

"Well, you let that prison guard do it to you. Why not me!" 

"OOoooh Goddd!" 

His lips brushed against Judy's mouth, his tongue darting wetly between her 
parted lips. His tongue felt so good she could hardly fight him now...and 
she tongue-kissed him back. 

Then looking down, she saw Warren groping at his slacks. He quickly tugged 
them down around his knees then again shoved her hopelessly resisting thighs 
wide apart so he could squirm up to her inviting pussy hole between them. 
The anger and fear suddenly drained out of her. Her eyes flicked numbly to 
her husband's friend kneeling half-naked between her splayed-out thighs, his 
long thick penis wagging in its foreskinned hardness. 

Naked, his cock looked obscenely virile, she thought; two blue veins traced 
down its throbbing length. The tiny hole at the end emitted a clear drop of 
eager pre-cum. He shifted on the couch, and Judy felt his bulbously 
throbbing cock-head touch her legs. "Ooooh, I don't know, Warren. It's our 
entire future and Larry I'm worrying about," she said shuddering lewdly at 
the solid hardness of his penis searing against her molded young thighs. 

Warren Thomson's mind went rampant as he crawled up between Judy's 
widespread legs. He hadn't been this turned-on for as long as he could 
remember; her thighs seemed to be trying to suck him up into her adulterous 
little cunt, and he could feel his cock growing to even larger proportions 
as he held Judy's hand and pulled it down to touch his swollen cock-shaft. 
She held it for a moment, tentatively squeezing . . . 

"Just pull nice and easy Judy, that's right. That guy, whoever he was, 
must've taught you a thing or two!" he said as her hand grasped delicately 
around his ready young penis. 

Judy felt a rush of shame go through her body. Well, Bill Reiter had taught 
her a lot, and to deny it would be hypocritical. Still, with Larry's friend 
she felt naive and innocent as if she were holding a long hard cock in her 
hand for the first time in her life! 

"No, bring my penis up to your pretty cunt." 

"Huh?" 

"You heard what I said!" 

Suddenly Warren was pulling Judy off the couch and onto the thickly carpeted 
floor. He levered onto his knees and pulled himself roughly up between the 
beckoning softness of her thighs. His friend's wife had fallen onto the 
carpet just in front of the couch. Judy sat up and instinctively drew his 
heavily pulsating penis to just below her passion-flushed pussy-lips, her 
hand again grasping at his fleshy hardness and jerking it rapidly up and 
down. 

"I didn't want it, God, I-I tried to tell you not tooo!" she gasped into his 
face, her free arm wrapped around his back to pull his chest down against 
her nipple-hardened young breasts. 

Warren was nearly as nervous as Judy. He fumbled with his insanely pounding 
cock, trying to find her tight cuntal mouth then, suddenly, he had a wild 
idea! 

"Turn around, Judy," he said. "I'll fuck you up your hot little pussy from 
in back." 

"What? You must be crazy!" 

"You've never had it that way?" 

"No. I haven't." 

"Then let's do it. C'mon, easy does it!" he smiled as she rolled over onto 
her belly and then knelt excitedly on all fours on the carpet in front of 
him. "If you're going to get it from me, Judy honey, you might as well get 
it good!" He began running his hands over the naked curves of her kneeling 
young body, sliding them down over the eagerly inviting moons of her 
buttocks. He raised himself up till his upstanding young cock poled behind 
her moon-like ass-cheeks, and with one hand fondling her resiliently 
dangling breasts and the other balancing him on the floor, he pivoted 
forward. Then Judy felt her husband's friend's weight thrusting forward 
between her widening legs...urgent fingers parting the lips of her throbbing 
vagina...and suddenly the blunt stab of a fiery cock-head at her 
desire-moistened cuntal entrance! 

Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably on all fours on the soft 
plush carpet as she groaned in abandoned welcome to Warren's deliciously 
punishing instrument sinking so deep and recklessly up into her cunt. Her 
face contorted with passion, mewls of ecstasy escaping from between her 
tightly clenched teeth. 

Moaning incoherently, Judy began irresistibly gyrating her buttocks up and 
down in lewd encouragement to Warren fucking into her from behind. She could 
feel the velvety smooth walls of her vagina holding him in, squeezing 
tightly around his rigidly impaling cock, feeling every inch of his pulsing 
male hardness. Reveling in her weakness, she screwed the backs of her thighs 
hard against Warren's legs till she could feel the tantalizing swelling of 
his balls pressed into her tingling thighs just below her pussy! His soft 
hair-covered testicles danced teasingly against her sensitive thighs, 
sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerve ends. 

There was nothing else in the world no Bill Reiter, no husband Larry nothing 
but her girlishly rounded buttocks slapping against Warren Thomson's hard 
masculine belly as she kneeled over. 

"Oooooh yes, fuck me hard, darling Warren, fuck me hard! Give it to meee!" 
she begged, gasping in her ecstasy as she realized she was already 
approaching orgasm. She thought fleetingly that her body had become 
something animal surely she was no longer human as she twisted and contorted 
beneath his thickly plunging cock. 

Totally abandoned now, the lust-crazed young wife began fucking back with 
her unrestrainably tightening buttocks smacking against Warren's pumping 
groin. He had dropped his pants, and the obscene feeling of his cool metal 
zipper pressing into the backs of her tights brought further surges of 
forbidden delights coursing frenziedly through her. Judy stiffened and 
relaxed her voluptuously writhing belly in time to his excitingly deep 
thrusts into her begging young womb. 

"God, do it Warren, fuck meee!" Her body was white-hot and her head flailed 
wildly from side to side, her mouth open in slavish subjugation. Warren's 
tensed body dropped down on her twisting young form from behind, smashing 
her swaying mounds tightly onto the carpet as she slipped from her elbows 
onto her breasts. His blood-thickened rod of flesh plunged into her hungrily 
accepting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting waves of her 
vaginal flesh before its cruelly rampaging head. Her cunt clasped around his 
thickening penis voraciously, wetly devouring his ever-burgeoning length to 
the very hilt. She groaned in relief at his wonderful rigidity filling her 
stretched passage as he continued a hard deep thrusting into her obscenely 
grinding cunt. 

Judy's body drove on unheeding she was almost ready to cum and could not 
stop now! Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her belly, probing the 
insanely tingling walls of her grasping vagina with the fiery tips of their 
three-pronged forks. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly 
for the end just an infinitesimal second away. 

And then and then it happened. 

"I-I'm cumming! Oh God! I'm cumming! Damn it, fuck harder! puck HARDER!" she 
pleaded in a voice distorted with passion. "I'm cumming ahhhh!" 

One hand darted behind her back to her husband's friend's driving hips, 
pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper up into her orgiastically 
convulsing cunt. The secretions from her spasming womb flowed wetly around 
his still thrusting cock, seeping down the crevice between her thighs and 
flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her searing young 
flesh. 

Behind her, Warren groaned, and she could feel the lewd hot waves of his 
sperm shooting deep up into her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously "with her 
own orgasmic juices. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as his powerful 
fiery squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with 
his liquid heat. The tight wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped 
desperately, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking starving mouth 
until Judy's firm young body was drained of everything all guilt, all 
awareness, everything and her limbs collapsed loosely onto the carpet as 
Warren's grip on her rounded young buttocks was released and he fell heavily 
on top of her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Annually, the first Saturday after the Fourth of July was Open House at 
Western State Prison. Lectures and a tour were given for prisoners' 
relatives and qualified outsiders who were mostly clergymen and social 
workers. This was the second time Judy had attended, although the tour, 
especially, depressed and frightened her. But she wanted the prison staff to 
know how interested she was in anything that affected Larry who was in 
solitary all over again! 

She found it difficult to concentrate as the group was led from the new 
inter-denominational chapel out through the Music Room, where one convict 
was cheerfully butting the linoleum. She lagged behind the group as they 
inspected several workshops surrounding a tree-filled courtyard in which the 
men were free to relax during breaks. Only one image had pierced through her 
new worries a prisoner who had embarrassedly buried his head under his 
pillow as the group toured the new Western Wing Cell Block. 

Finally, the tour ended, with most family members going on to normal 
Saturday visiting hours with the prisoners, and the social workers 
proceeding to a big banquet in the cafeteria. Shedding a few of the tears 
she'd suppressed for the past two hours, Judy walked out of the 
Administration Building and around to the small garden at the side that was 
always open to the public. A wave of depression swept over the young blonde 
wife as she thought how other prisoners were seeing their relatives, while 
Larry was in solitary again. And she didn't know what she could do but wait 
for the damn bus! 

She raced her eyes up and down the side of the building. Undoubtedly, Bill 
Reiter had returned from his vacation to find she'd moved, and gotten Larry 
into trouble all over again. Without Warren or even Mr. Bloom knowing, Judy 
had secretly moved to an apartment on Bell Street in a run-down section of 
town. The Bell Street Apartments was a monster of an apartment building, 
with high-numbered doors lining the narrow, dingy corridors. But she was 
certain Bill wouldn't find her there, and she'd figured he'd just give up. 

Anyway, she had hoped for that. Now she didn't know how far the prison guard 
would go to make her give him her address . . . 

She took out a pack of cigarettes and the new lighter she'd bought to go 
with her first carton, and lit a cigarette. Sometimes, with Larry bouncing 
in and out of solitary, she wondered if he wasn't an incorrigible person. 
Her parents had disapproved of their relationship at first. Maybe her first 
mistake was being attracted to Larry in the first place when he was commonly 
known to have a "wild streak" in him. Then she saw, guiltily, how terrible 
it was for her to be excusing her own behavior by suddenly playing up 
Larry's faults in her mind. 

Suddenly, she sensed a presence behind her and turned to see Bill Reiter. 
The prison guard was in his uniform, and watching her with an expression at 
lewd contempt as he came toward her down the gravel walkway that wound 
through the garden. "When did you start smoking?" he asked, but she didn't 
answer, and he shrugged. 

He smiled and walked up to the bench. "I hear your husband's in solitary 
again! What are you going to do about that?" 

"I haven't decided yet," Judy threw down her cigarette, determined not to 
look at the hugely built guard as he sat down beside her. "Maybe I'll talk 
to the warden," she threatened. 

"That's a laugh," he said. "You don't really think he'll believe a girl 
who's got a reputation like yours!" 

"No one knows I've been unfaithful," she looked quickly at him. 

"Oh yeah?" Reiter smirked. 

Abruptly, she again had the uncomfortable sensation she was being watched. 
She glanced up at the windowed building and felt like a hundred eyes were 
obscenely staring back at her. Maybe Reiter had spread it around the staff. 
After blackmailing a prisoner's wife, it would be nothing for him to do 
that. It would be out of character if he hadn't! 

She turned back to the prison guard who was smiling at a plot of red 
cyclamen bodered by purple hydrangeas. "What if I gave you my new address?" 
she asked. "Would you help Larry...again?" 

"You stupid bitch!" Reiter laughed at her. "I know your address. I've had it 
all along. When I got back and went to your place and you weren't there, I 
got it from Mrs. Jensen...just by flashing my badge...nothing to it!" 

"I don't believe you," Judy said. 

"Apartment 56. You sure picked a dump," he said teasingly. "What's the 
matter? Things aren't going so good for you?" 

"You know they're not," Judy began. 

"Well, I've been back one week," he interrupted gloatingly, "And I've just 
been waiting for you to come crawling to me. Because I got a special 
surprise for you. I've been pushing you along, and now I think you're ready 
for it." 

Reiter was waiting sadistically for her to inquire what it was. "Please. 
What are you talking about?" she finally had to ask. 

"Be ready at eight sharp tonight," he stood up. "Most girls I wouldn't do 
this to, but I know you'll love it." 

"I'm going out." Judy rose to her feet. 

"I've got everything all arranged," Reiter said. "You be waiting tonight at 
eight o'clock." 

Watching Reiter stride back into the side door of the Administration 
Building, Judy realized someone was staring at her. A young-looking guard 
waved from a window in the West Wing on the opposite side, but she supposed 
he was just being flirtatious. She took off for the cafeteria where they 
sold beer and changed her mind, walking rapidly toward the bus stop at the 
end of the prison driveway. She couldn't bear to go in there now or ever 
again! Not if everyone knew about her like Reiter had said . . . 

* * * 

Judy had gone home to stare unseeingly at the TV. If nothing else, she was 
glad to have found an apartment that was suitable for herself. She'd made 
the place cozy, with a few gaudy extra pillows tossed on her single day bed 
and a copy of a Picasso hanging cheerfully in her small kitchen. Still 
tonight, a pall seemed to have invaded the place . . . 

At seven o'clock that night she drank a full tumbler of whisky. Outside, a 
maple tree whooshed in the hot breeze blowing north off the desert and she 
could hear the building creaking as the wind blew softly against the 
apartment house. Reiter was arriving at eight o'clock. She'd vacuumed her 
new bedroom-living room, set the records in a stack by her bed, then washed 
her two dinner dishes. Now, the nervous young blonde stood at the bureau 
mirror and made a few strokes of the comb through her short curly hair. 

Her nerves were more than ever on edge. This evening, with Reiter hopefully 
coming for the last time, she knew she was walking a precarious line between 
two dangerous possibilities: on the other hand, she wanted to turn Reiter 
over to the prison authorities, and on the other, she felt a certain 
apprehensive excitement about seeing him tonight. 

Her mood darkened as the minute hand on the wall clock ticked past seven 
thirty. Eight o'clock came and Reiter didn't arrive. She poured herself 
another straight whisky and tipped the glass, downing the liquor in one 
gulp. Eight thirty came and still no prison guard. He'd said he had a 
surprise, but what he could do to her he hadn't already done was impossible 
to imagine! 

She paced anxiously across her carpeted living room and bedroom. At nine 
o'clock, with a combination of relief and horror at the possibility he'd 
been teasing about tonight, the curvaceous blonde wife began trembling. She 
must have drunk a good half of the whisky, she realized when she again gazed 
apprehensively at the clock. It was quarter-to-ten, and she decided, he must 
have been kidding! It had all been a terrible joke! A surge of relief went 
through her shivering young body and she dropped exhaustedly onto the bed. 

Judy lay with her head on two pillows and gazed blankly at the ceiling. She 
felt a tremor of disappointment go through her, and as the minutes passed, 
became aware of a strange new discomfort. It seemed like the prison guard 
had deliberately planned not to show, knowing her frustrated young body 
would be keyed up for a night of lovemaking. 

Finally, at ten-fifteen, she decided to undress and get into bed. Obviously, 
he wasn't coming, and it was foolish to sit around waiting like this. Just 
as she'd taken off her mini-skirt and blouse, and threw her bathrobe over 
her bare shoulders, she heard Reiter's voice outside in the hall. Her heart 
leapt in uncontrolled excitement...But I don't want him, she reminded 
herself! 

"Open up, Judy," There were two rapid knocks on the door. 

She stopped midway across the room. Another insistently loud rap came, and 
then Reiter was shouting, "I mean for you to unlock the fucking door right 
now, Judy!" 

"Go away, please...go away," she said, the tears suddenly welling in her 
eyes. "I'm completely fed up!" 

"Well, I knew I'd kept you waiting, but that's part of the surprise, baby!" 

Judy moved quickly to the door. "Please be quiet, or you'll disturb my 
neighbors." She unlocked the latch. 

Before she had time to open the door. Reiter was barging expansively past 
her, followed by a strikingly good-looking blond man about ten years older 
than herself. He stopped short of Judy and, giving her curvy young body a 
rapid once-over, sat down on the bed. 

"This is Don Duffy," Reiter said. 

Like Reiter, Don was the unusually muscular type. But he winked and combed 
his fingers self-consciously through his short-cropped blond hair. "Hi," he 
said, almost shyly. 

"H-hello," stammered Judy, and turned to Reiter. "Look, I've . . . " 

"You got any booze? This young man and I are thirsty to beat the band. We 
stopped off at the Apache Inn, had a couple of screwdrivers, and zoomed over 
here. Then the Toyota blew a right front tire up in Wilson Heights." 

She exited to the kitchen, poured two tumblers of whisky and before 
returning to the bedroom-living room, drank another glassful herself. 

"I'm sorry, but there's no ice," she lowered her eyes flusteredly when she 
handed the guard's young friend his drink. 

"Now, just so you don't go and get the wrong ideas," Reiter winked sipping 
his drink fondly after Judy settled in an arm chair across from him, "I want 
to assure you that Don here has prurient interests in you unless you'd like 
him not to." 

"I had no ideas like that," Judy felt herself blush. 

"You've been drinking, Judy," he turned to Don. "Ever since I started coming 
around she's been hitting the bottle. Not that I mind, honey," he said. 
"And, now about the surprise," he gestured pointedly toward his handsome 
friend. 

"Don.. . is the surprise?" Judy said in a suddenly alarmed voice. 

". . . yeah," Reiter's eyes glimmered. 

She avoided looking at his companion seated on the far end of the bed. "I 
don't want your surprises. I mean, I thought it was just going to be you and 
me," she tried to talk her way out of it. 

"Impatient little bitch," he laughed, and finished his drink. Judy stepped 
out of her chair, returned to the kitchen for refills for Reiter and Don and 
two shots for herself. She didn't believe Reiter had meant what he'd said, 
but him just teasing about it made her very uncomfortable. When she 
re-entered the bedroom, Bill and his friend were whispering in barely 
audible tones. Reiter sat upright and grinned as she came into the room, her 
buttocks undualting in a provocative ball-bearing motion beneath her loosely 
belted robe. 

"As I was saying, you're not going to do anything, Don, unless Judy wants it 
which I'm sure she will!" 

She drew her robe nervously around her shaking body as the muscular young 
man's eyes flickered like small torches from her hugely formed breasts to 
the alluring curve of her hips. "You're drunk," she said bluntly to Bill 
Reiter, in the manner of a child reprimanding an alcoholic parent. "Why 
don't you go home and sober up?" 

"And look who's talking," Reiter said. Then to the blond man seated beside 
him, "Now, Don's one hell of a guy. Works at Western State just like I do. 
He happens to know Larry real well, don't you, Don?" 

"Yeah, I know him," Don smiled, racing his eyes over the girl's skimpily 
clad body. "I work in his section. Nice guy, but real difficult to handle 
sometimes." 

Judy had to give a placating smile back at Don. The idea of both guards 
having her husband in their section, sent a small tremor of fear through her 
. . . 

"You got anything to say about my suggestion?" Bill said. 

"Yes, I wish you'd leave! Both of you. And . . . " 

"It don't seem like you have any say so in these matters," the guard 
interrupted. 

"You've pushed me too far," Judy said in a weaker voice, suddenly cringing 
back in the arm chair like a defenseless little animal, "Bill, I . . . " 

"Have a few more drinks...relax and get to know Don awhile," he said. 

"Maybe," Don's monotone voice broke in, "She feels too uptight tonight. I 
mean, I can leave and you can make it." 

"Now, you stay where you are," Reiter said angrily, "I told you Judy'd be 
obliging, and I one-hundred-percent meant it!" 

He staggered into the kitchen. Judy didn't want to look at his friend she 
was so confused and ashamed. But she felt Don's eyes fix laser-like on the 
twin full mounds of her breasts. Then searching down her vulnerable young 
body, they stopped where her robe folded inward between her crossed legs at 
her little pussy mound, an involuntary thrill went through her and she 
squirmed back in her chair, wishing Reiter, all of this, had never happened 
to her a wish as habitual now as getting up in the morning. 

Then, Reiter was careening back into the room with the almost empty bottle 
of whisky. "You finish this, baby," he said, "Then we'll get this show on 
the road." 

"I've had too much already," she said. "Really," she was forced to look for 
support from Don, "I can't drink anymore! It'll make me ill!" 

Reiter glanced distastefully around her apartment, and shrugged when he 
turned back to Judy. "I liked your last place better." His eyes fell on the 
gauze curtains hanging delicately over her pillow-stern cot. "Especially 
that big, soft double bed you had there." 

"Christ, it's not such a bad place," Don said. 

"Well, it doesn't suit what I want to do," Bill replied, "which is to 
finally fuck the living daylights out of this young lady, as you well know . 
. . " 

Reiter's remark brought a ripple of laughter from the other Western State 
guard. "I can do it here, and it wouldn't bother me a bit." He feasted his 
eyes on Judy's long tapered legs extending down from her short robe. 

"Tell Don...to quit talking like that!" she said. 

"Just a minute," Bill said to Don. "Judy's with me." 

"Then what the hell did I come over here for?" 

"That's still on. It's your manners that bother me, Don." 

"What manners? I just want to lay the pretty little bitch!" 

"Now, watch your language," Bill said. 

"What are you getting suddenly possessive about? She's no more your girl 
than mine," his good-looking buddy said. "I'm in on it now, too. We agreed." 

"Plea . . . " Judy exclaimed from the armchair. 

"You keep out of this, baby," Bill said. "Look, Don. I did mention the 
possibility of sharing her, but I'm beginning to have second thoughts." 

At his words, the room whirled kaleidoscopically before Judy's eyes. 
Abruptly, she realized that she'd consumed more than three-quarters of the 
bottle of whisky. Never in her life had she drunk as much as tonight! Then 
the young blonde looked from Don to Reiter, beginning to feel a strange 
masochistic pleasure in being argued over as though she were a prostitute 
being picked up in a sleazy Whitestone bar. Never would she have expected to 
have fallen as far as she had during the past few weeks almost past the 
point, where it made any difference to her what Reiter did to her, although 
she knew she couldn't have anything to do with this second prison guard. 

Now, Reiter was suggesting that they get in his car and drive out in the 
country. At first, Don didn't appear to like the idea, and then, seeing 
Judy's sudden enthusiasm for it he relented. 

First, Judy said, relieved they were just driving out in the country, she 
had to change into her clothes. 

Reiter insisted that she change in front of him and the appealing blond 
guard, and that did turn her on a little! But, suddenly, she realized her 
blackmailer meant it. He was lumbering off the bed, and tugging her robe 
from her shoulders, exposing the succulently ripe mounds of her breasts to 
his buddy, who was sitting on the edge of his chair. Finally, she managed to 
push him back and turned away from them to the wardrobe slowly removing her 
blouse and skirt, her panties, brassiere, and nylons from the closet . . . 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Hey, look who's coming to life!" 

Judy struggled to focus her eyes, but the blurring faces till whirled around 
her. She blinked her eyes again and again, squinting, and each time the 
faces grew a little clearer in the harsh light. 

"Sit tight, sweetheart, everything's going to be okay," the voice was only 
vaguely familiar, but here was another face yet to speak. 

"Right, baby. You just pull your little self back together," Bill Reiter 
laughed. 

"Bill! Where am I? Where have you taken me. I. . . " 

Slowly, it all began to come back her apartment, the bourbon, and Bill's 
attractive friend Don. Suddenly the room zoomed clearly into focus. It was 
small, like a farmhouse bedroom with rugs on the floor. The simple curtains 
were tightly drawn. Just as it came to her that the two men had driven her, 
to Bill's ranch the prison guard's young blond friend walked over to the 
door. He flipped the light switches off, leaving only the bedside table lamp 
burning. 

"Now don't get all worked up," he chuckled. "Instead, why don't you have 
another drink. It'll clear your head!" 

He stalked over to the long vinyl-covered shelf by the bathroom door, and 
poured a healthy slug of bourbon into one of the glasses. Then he diluted it 
with a splash of ginger ale. "Here you go, Judy, baby." 

Judy fearfully took the glass from his outstretched hand and gulped it down 
in searing swallows. Right away it tasted good, and she could feel it seep 
soothingly into her blood-stream almost immediately, with the sweet ginger 
ale as a catalyst. Only then did she notice she was half-naked under the 
white sheet, with two thick pillows behind her head. 

"Sorry about your clothes," Bill said. "We thought you'd be more comfortable 
without them!" 

Don laughed. "Yeah! who cares? She's not going to need them now, that's for 
sure." 

The words worked their way slowly to Judy's fuzzy brain. She started to 
speak, but instead, sank back into the comfortable feathered pillows. 

"Move over, sweetheart," the tall blond prison guard said. "Here comes 
daddy!" Judy bolted upright in the bed, forgetting for an instant that she 
was naked from the waist up, as she felt Don's hand slide under the sheet 
and up along her bare legs. She squeezed her knees together and pulled them 
tightly against her body at this touch. 

"Bill, take me home! Please let's go back to my apartment," Judy demanded, 
but Reiter only laughed, taking another sip of his tall drink as he sat 
opposite the bed against the wall. 

"What's wrong with Don?" he said when his laughter subsided. "Most of the 
girls like him." 

Judy clutched the sheet to her nakedly swaying breasts. "You've got to take 
me home...please, I want to get back to my place." Her mind was obsessed 
with returning to her apartment and getting away from the two prison guards 
and this deserted cabin, where she suddenly felt more helpless than ever 
before in her life. "And Don...I thought. . . you decided Don wouldn't do 
anything to me." 

She closed her eyes and the room lurched into another dizzying spin. 

"Well, you thought wrong," the muscular younger man laughed, his former 
shyness completely gone. But don't worry about a thing, little girl," he 
said, inching his hand way up under the sheet again. "Daddy here's going to 
take you home...right after we come back from outer space, right, baby?" 

Don began to very gently stroke her leg, tracing the curving line of her 
calf upward to her thigh. She tried to squirm away from him, out of his 
reach, but he moved closer and closer on the huge bed, his eyes not leaving 
hers for a split second. She was terrified to look him in the face, but 
equally frightened to look away. 

"Bill. . . Bill, please...give me my clothes and drive me back home. Please, 
you promised that he wasn't going to do anything to me." Judy's eyes were 
beginning to water, but she was even more afraid to let them see her cry. 
"Bill, please, if you just take me back home, I'll do what you both want," 
she lied, knowing she just had to get away from this place where she was 
defenseless before the two prison guards. 

Suddenly Reiter rose from his chair. "Shut up, you dumb bitch. Don and I are 
going to have a little fun. Now he's not quite so good-looking as me, but 
you'll have to put up with it." 

The two men thought that was hilariously funny, and, beside her, Don doubled 
up with laughter on the sagging bed. 

The horrifying awareness that the two prison attendants had her trapped was 
beginning to make its acid impression on Judy's brain. And soon she was 
vibrating with fear on the mattress as she waited in dread for what Don 
would do next. 

Judy couldn't believe this was happening to her. It couldn't be! she 
thought. She had to do something...anything! 

Still holding the sheet clutched to her naked breasts, she shakily swung her 
legs to the floor on the side opposite the young guard and darted for the 
door, not knowing what would happen once she got outside. But it was her 
only hope. 

"No, no. None of that stuff, honey," he said, catching her with one sweep of 
his hand and throwing her roughly back onto the bed. The sheet slipped from 
her grip as she fell, and she scrambled to recover it, her young breasts 
nakedly bouncing as the two men laughed at her new troubles. 

"Come on, you're not going to need that sheet. Why don't you let daddy Don 
have it," he grinned, yanking the sheet off her half-naked body and dropping 
it to the floor. 

Judy fell back on the bed in abject terror, cowering as she vainly tried to 
cover her hugely-set breasts with her hands. 

"Please...No, please...you just can't!" She'd held back the tears as long as 
she could. 

"Oh, please don't hurt me," she cried. 

"Hurt you! Judy baby, I'm not going to hurt you...You're going to hurt me, 
hurt me real good. Isn't that right, sweetie . . . " 

Don climbed back onto the rumpled bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he balanced 
shakily on his knees. Bill Reiter was obviously enjoying her anguish. He 
watched excitedly from across the room, rolling his glass between his palms 
as his buddy tossed his shirt onto a nearby chair. 

"Please, Don," Judy begged. "Can't we discuss this?...I mean, please...I've 
never done anything like this before." 

"Oh, come on, honey," he laughed. "You don't have to play games with me. I 
already heard about you from Reiter. Anyway, after tonight you'll probably 
never see me again, so let's live a little!" 

Judy could see that reasoning with him was useless. Reiter was her only 
hope. 

"Bill.. . Bill!" she cried. "You're not going to get away with this. This 
time I am going to the warden...both your jobs...I'll tell everything." 

For a few slow seconds he only smiled at her young body cowering 
defenselessly against the headboard of the poster bed in her skimpy bikini 
panties, garter belt, and nylons. "We're not too worried about it," he 
chuckled. 

"I don't understand, Bill," she whimpered. "I just don't understand at all. 
How far are you going to carry this...what do you . . . " 

"Just shut up and lie down on the bed, honey! You're keeping us waiting!" he 
yelled. 

His friend Don knew it wouldn't be very long now. He hadn't been too sure 
there for a few minutes that Reiter would back him uu that maybe he suddenly 
wouldn't want to share prisoner Moore's curvaceous young wife. But now he 
had no doubts that in only a handful of minutes he would be punching some of 
this gorgeous young pussy. And oh how good it was going to be. He was sure 
of that, anyway. With sweet young tits like that the rest would have to be 
out of this world. 

"You heard the man," he sneered. "Let's get on with it." He reached toward 
her fearfully trembling body as Judy squirmed hard back against the 
headboard of the rickety bed. 

"No!...no! I'll take off my panties myself. Just don't touch me, please," 
she pleaded. Judy tried not to notice the terrifying animal glint in Don's 
eyes as she hesitantly touched the tight elastic waistband of her white 
bikini panties. It was hopeless to try to talk her way out of this and she 
knew it only too well from her past experiences with Reiter. 

Maybe they'd let her go home. After she took off her panties maybe they'd 
realize what they were doing and suddenly change their minds, she told 
herself. 

But beneath the surface she knew she had the worse to fear. She was trapped 
in this out-of-the way farm with two thrill-seeking men who might do 
anything to her. Dulled by the alcohol numbing her brain, it all struck Judy 
like a horrible dream. She could only hope that any second it would suddenly 
end just as abruptly as it all began. 

Don pulled his undershirt impatiently over his head and threw it on the 
floor, then eased himself off the bed. Bracing himself with one hand against 
the bedside table, he unbuckled his belt and managed to work his zipper 
down. Slowly, he lifted one leg, then the other, and finally only his jockey 
shorts remained. He pushed hard against the table and propelled his drunken 
form onto the bed. Judy was on all fours, wearing only her white bikini 
panties, garter belt and stockings, as she backed away cautiously. 

"Oh, no, you don't," he snarled. "You're not going anywhere!" he yanked her 
arm and pulled her kneeling body off balance, and she collapsed on her back 
on the bed beside him. "Hey, man, how about killing that light?" he grunted 
in Reiter's direction. 

His large hand dropped down on Judy's frightenedly heaving belly, and she 
stiffened like a board, scared to even move. 

"Loose up a little, you'll live longer," he said, his hand rubbing the firm 
flesh of her belly in eagerly widening circles as Bill switched off the bed 
lamp and flicked on the light in the front room. Suddenly, Reiter settled at 
the foot of the bed. Judy's frightened eyes snapped in the semi-darkness. 
She looked from one prison guard to the other begging, pleading for a 
glimmer of hope. 

This couldn't be true, she thought. It couldn't be happening! It wasn't 
real! 

Suddenly, Don arched over her reclining body and planted his mouth wetly on 
her jiggling breast, his lips sucking avidly at the small pink nipple. Judy 
gasped involuntarily at the sudden lewd contact, and struggled to push him 
away, but he pinned her down helplessly flat on her back with his strong 
arms. 

"Please...no! PLEASE!" she pleaded, as he rolled her sensitive young nipple 
around in his working mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at the stiffening 
little bud. 

He pulled one of her arms up over her head, so that he could restrain her 
with only his left arm, and anxiously slid his right hand up her shaking 
thighs toward her white nylon panties. 

From the end of the bed, Reiter watched in lustful anticipation as the other 
man eased his fingers under the tight elastic waistband of Judy's panties. 
He could clearly see her frightened young body tense as Don's hand rested 
against her taut belly, his fingertips softly brushing over her 
blonde-haired pubic mound under the sheer panty material. 

Judy's trembling lips parted as if she were about to speak, but not a sound 
came out. The silence was electric as Bill watched his friend twist his 
fingers in her small bikini panties and slowly, teasingly, draw them down 
over the flare of her hips. His mouth had left her pinkly stiffened nipple 
and was excitedly kissing its way along her tightening young belly, pausing 
as his tongue snaked out to wriggle into her naval. 

Only the light from the front room illuminated the bed, but Reiter could 
clearly see Judy's helplessly growing excitement as Don continued to slip 
her flimsy panties gradually down over her quivering thighs, leaving her 
long slender legs naked above the tops of her nylon stockings. Her wispy 
blonde pubic hair formed a tantalizing triangle that held the two men's eyes 
like a magnet, marking her hot little cunt that lay waiting just below. 

Don deftly unsnapped the four garters holding up her flesh-colored 
stockings, and pushed the flimsy mesh down the young wife's twisting legs. 
Through tear-clouded eyes, Judy could see that Bill, too, had rapidly 
removed his shirt and slacks and was hanging them on the back of a chair. 

Reiter settled down on the bed on her other side, and picked up the remnants 
of her bourbon and ginger ale from the nightstand table. "Here, you left 
some," he said. 

Judy gulped down the remaining liquid in two quick swallows, hoping the 
alcohol would give her sanctuary, but it only blurred the already hazy faces 
of the two guards sitting threateningly with her on the bed. She closed her 
eyes and waited for the liquor to do its job. Then she felt Bill's hands on 
her legs she knew they were his from his rough touch. In a way, his stroking 
hands felt good. At least, she was used to them. But now he'd brought his 
smugly handsome friend and doing it with two men was just too obscene, too 
degrading . . . 

"There now, that's better," Bill said, smiling. "All she needed was a little 
more booze." 

"All right, already," Don snapped. "But it seems like I've been waiting all 
night." 

"Nobody's forcing you into anything, pal!" Reiter grumbled. 

"I'm sorry," Don said sheepishly. "I guess it's just all the liquor I've 
been pouring in this evening." 

Judy could hear it all, but the words were just that words, and meaningless. 
Her head was spinning like a carousel since she'd closed her eyes, and she 
was rapidly entering a world of her own. While the two men were arguing, Don 
had finished removing her nylon stockings and dropped them in a pile on the 
carpet. Hurriedly, he unfastened her white garter belt and yanked it from 
her hips. Now only her rolled-up white panties remained, stretched tightly 
below her nakedly exposed pussy mound around the tops of her thighs. In the 
next few seconds, he pulled them down off her legs and dropped them with the 
rest of her clothing on the floor. Then Reiter's friend placed his hand on 
her voluptuously rounded breast and squeezed. Judy gave a little staccato 
gasp as his fingers continuously kneaded the naked mound, but she didn't 
resist. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was still a million miles away. 

Gently, rhythmically, he fondled her breast, squeezing her ripe young mound 
between his grasping fingers, leaving small red trails on her delicate skin. 
He held her tiny erect nipple between his grasping fingers, leaving small 
red trails on her delicate skin. He held her tiny erect nipple between his 
thumb and forefinger, firmly massaging her spiked-out bud until it grew 
hard. He could hear Judy's breath coming faster as he caressed her 
sensitively responding breasts. 

"Ummmrnmmmm . . . " she murmured between half-parted lips, her defenseless 
body beginning to involuntarily react. She just couldn't help responding as 
Don fondled her youthfully resilient breasts with both his hands. Without 
missing a beat, he lowered his head to her curving belly and kissed her 
again and again, heading steadily toward her sparse blonde pussy hair that 
seemed to draw him irresistibly on. like a hungry animal, he finally 
attacked the hair-fringed "vee" at the base of her belly. He lewdly ran his 
mouth along her slightly parted vaginal slit until his licking tongue made 
jolting electric contact with her budding clitoris! 

Judy's naked young body snapped like a whip beneath him as his tongue lashed 
out at her susceptible little pleasure-bud. With his hand still massaging 
her breast, he pushed her separating knees back up and over his shoulders. 
Judy moaned uncontrollably as, with Bill still gaping avidly, Don buried his 
face up in her blonde-haired pussy flesh. Pushing her knees farther out, he 
spread her hair-lined vaginal lips apart, tenderly rubbing the sensitive 
folds and her whole body quivered unwillingly at his touch. She jerked 
savagely again when his lips made lewd contact with the excited dampness of 
her cunt, his tongue probing lizard-like into the tight little pussy hole up 
between her widespread legs. 

"Ooooooooooh, Don...oooooooh, please...please don't," Judy begged, but his 
tongue thrust deeper and deeper up into her burning vagina. She wanted to 
fight back, to scream and kick and scratch, but somehow she couldn't. The 
liquor had washed away her inhibitions, and now it felt unbelievably good to 
have these lewd things done to her pinned-down body. Her hips began to move 
as though with a mind of their own, grinding up to meet his sucking lips in 
a savagely demanding rhythm she'd never felt before. It was as though some 
depraved part of her had been lurking beneath the surface for all her twenty 
years, and now was commandeering her mind and body to forbidden places she'd 
never dreamed of. She could feel his hot moist tongue worming its lewd way 
up inside her responding young pussy and she wanted it, just had to have it! 

"Ooooooooh, yes! That's it . . . " Judy gasped out the words. Seizing his 
bobbing blond head with all her strength, she fought to bury his tongue 
thrillingly deeper up into her cunt. 

Don locked his lips onto her agonizingly sensitive clitoris, sucking it like 
a tiny piece of candy, and pure animal pleasure coursed through Judy's naked 
body. 

"Oh, that's so good, so gooooooooood," she murmured over and over. 

Bill's eyes were like two enormous white saucers as he watched Don circling 
his face over the blonde wife's wetly glistening pussy. His cock had jerked 
rigidly up like a tent-pole beneath his shorts; he could feel his 
desire-tilled balls expanding like two balloons, threatening to explode 
apart at any moment! 

"Don't stop, oh, don't stop!" Judy pleaded at last through tightly clenched 
teeth. 

Don sucked her tingling clitoral bud between his lips till Judy began 
squealing ecstatically. He knew she was his now that nothing stood between 
him and this enticing young creature wriggling so helplessly beneath him. 
Her youthfully mounded breasts stood temptingly on their own with that 
tautness only very young women know. They bounced against each other while 
she squirmed from side to side, twisting the sheet beneath her in her abject 
helplessness. 

With one quick yank, he pushed his jockey shorts down his legs and climbed 
to his knees beneath her open thighs. He pressed his knees against her 
girlishly upturned buttocks and gaped down at her voluptuously naked body 
waiting for him like a king's banquet. 

"Oh, please. . . don't stop! That felt so good.. . so nice," she sighed 
through her alcoholic haze. 

A big grin stretched across Don's face. "Stop? Who's stopping? I'm just 
getting started, honey." 

Judy opened her eyes, squinting in the weak light that came from the next 
room. She wearily lifted her head it felt like it was made of lead. 

Abruptly, she remembered where she was and what was about to happen. Don had 
impatiently gripped his long thick cock in his hand, and she stared down at 
the lust-swollen head that seemed much bigger than any she'd ever seen 
before. Much too big for her. . . and then, suddenly, he was crawling over 
her body until he was practically sitting on her stomach, with his penis 
directed toward her surprisedly ovaled mouth. 

"Oh, no! Not that...no please, Bill, please!" she begged his friend. "Not 
that." And then she knew it was hopeless as she looked straight up into 
Reiter's leering face. He was helping the younger prison guard by holding 
her arms pinned to the mattress above her head! 

She twisted her face wildly from side to side, trying to dodge Don's 
massively thickened cock as he stabbed at her fearfully trembling lips again 
and again. 

"If that's the way you want to play, it's all right with me," Don finally 
said in an intimidating tone. And with his two strong hands he pinned her 
head to the pillow by wrapping his fingers in her short blonde hair. He 
settled down on her naked breasts, pushing her young mounds so tightly back 
against her body that in protest she lifted her face temptingly straight up 
at him. Suddenly, his stiffened penis slipped between her separated lips and 
into her reluctantly receiving mouth. 

"No! No! Plea.. . " Don cut her off in mid-sentence as he slid his 
blood-hardened cock-shaft in between her wetly parting lips. 

Pushing steadily forward, he shoved his throbbing penis as far as it would 
go into her uselessly resisting mouth. His cock cut through the clinging 
inner walls of her mouth like a knife through soft butter as, without 
waiting a second, he plunged all the way back to her throat. So quick was 
his entry that Judy was hardly aware of it before it had happened! 

She tried to call out, but his long thick member between her tightly 
straining lips choked it back. His lewdly enlarged cock felt bigger in her 
mouth than Reiter's, and she thought she would choke as he pressed his 
swollen cock's head lightly up against her tonsils. 

"Jesus, it feels good," he muttered. 

Bill didn't think he could wait another minute. "Man, if you don't make it 
quick, I'm going to make one helluva mess," he confessed, his lust-engorged 
cock standing straight out beneath his undershorts. 

"Man, don't rush me," Don said. "Judy wants to suck me off and...she'll be 
quiet now." 

The initial shock had gone away, but the young wife was barely able to hold 
back her tears. Every time Don moved forward, he stroked deeper and deeper 
between her unwillingly rounded lips. It all seemed so dirty so perverted. 
She felt like the lowest kind of animal used and debased! 

Reiter couldn't pull his eyes away for a second from Judy's obscenely 
sucking lips. They stretched like a red rubber band around Don's 
saliva-coated cock that was pumping in and out of her convulsing mouth in 
rhythmically slow motions. He could see the man's obscenely glistening penis 
pull nearly out of her pinkly clinging lips, then disappear out of sight as 
Don shoved his lengthened shaft up between her inflating cheeks again and 
again. 

"Please, Don...you're too big...Please don't!" she gurgled. But Judy didn't 
fight back, and that surprised even her. Slowly, her agonizing humiliation 
began to ease into quivering ripples of pleasure. His burgeoning penis 
slithered deep up into her mouth in a steady rhythm, and it almost felt as 
good as if he'd done what she'd been expecting! "Please . . . " she began, 
but the urge to resist had vanished. And in its place, she felt a welling, 
surging ball of fire that was glowing hotter and hotter in her young belly. 

Don arched his hips back as far as he could, sluicing his lewdly shining 
cock in right up to his pelvis with each hard thrust. Judy could feel his 
rigid hardness straining her lips, relentlessly moving in and out of her 
mouth and fanning her ever-growing desire into a raging inferno. But why? 
What was the matter with her? His every thrust into her avidly working mouth 
brought her closer and closer to a totally helpless sensation she'd never 
known before! 

Suddenly, she reached behind him and tightly gripped his naked ass-cheeks. 
Her sharp nails bit into his buttocks like talons as she tried to pull his 
suddenly burgeoning cock deeper into her mouth. With his every forward 
plunge, she pulled with all her strength, driving his erupting penis as far 
as it would go into her thirstily accepting throat. 

Abruptly, she knew she too was nearing a climax, though Judy wouldn't have 
guessed it could happen in such a weird way! "Oh God! I'm going to cum...I 
can't believe it!" she gurgled, her arms again flailing helplessly in the 
air at her sides. "Oh! Oh!" 

Don, lost in his own world, stepped up his frantic pace, stroking his 
excitedly flaring cock as far as he could up between her sucking young lips 
without choking the young wife. He fucked faster and faster into her mouth 
that expanded and tightly hollowed around his long bursting penis. Sweat was 
pouring off his back as he shoved his bucking member deep into her throat 
again and again and again! 

"Uhhhhhhhhh," she choked. The animal groan came from somewhere deep inside 
Judy's orgasming body as the room spun crazily around her. Don had held back 
as long as he could. He buried his crazily jerking penis between her 
embracing lips that were wet and shone with the saliva that nearly gushed 
from her cock-thirsty throat. And the flood of his hot white semen-held back 
so painfully long exploded in a streaming burst that filled Judy's mouth to 
near overflowing. Over and over a half dozen times or more he fired his 
insides down her gulping throat before his penis gradually subsided and 
slipped lewdly from her mouth. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The party had turned wilder than even Reiter had expected, and despite the 
older guard's excited mood, Don suggested that they proceed to the drinking 
and lay off the young blonde until the next day. It was all right with 
Reiter, who could barely see straight, and wouldn't have known what to do if 
he had tried to make love to her. 

Judy awoke on the large double bed around mid-morning, and heard the sound 
of a car outside the farm-house. She wrapped a sheet around her 
still-exhausted body and went to the window. Reiter's Toyota was pulling 
into the grassy front yard. Cumulus clouds rose over the mesa in the far 
distance and tumbleweed skittered down the highway, increasing her sense of 
loneliness and total desolation. 

Reiter trudged to the house with a big bag of groceries and went in through 
the back door to the kitchen. 

"Hey, Judy, you want to come in here and make Don and me some breakfast?" 

Looping the sheet around her flaring breasts and hips like a toga, she 
entered the kitchen, where Don and Reiter were sitting at a pine table over 
cups of coffee. Without nodding to the two men, whose eyes she could feel 
flitting like insects over her debauched young body, she set about 
scrambling a dozen eggs over the wood burning stove. 

In the afternoon, despite not having planned on anything like this, she had 
a good time walking with Don in the hills behind the house. The air was 
filled with the scent of blooming cactus and thyme, and the sky was an 
inverted blue cup stretching north to the mountains and south to the New 
Mexican desert. Don told her a little about himself recently he'd been 
discharged from the service and not having any choice after returning to 
White Stone from overseas he'd hired on as a guard at Western State Prison. 
They avoided the subject of Larry entirely. 

That evening, she'd finally adjusted to the thought that her ordeal was 
finished. And then, while sitting on the farm house porch over 
bourbon-and-sodas, Bill said, "I'm not exactly satisfied, you realize, Judy. 
And I think you know that. I mean, I got the short end of it last night." 

"Well, I figure enough is enough," Don said after a moment's silence. "How 
much sex do you think Judy can tolerate?" 

"You got yours last night," Reiter said. "Maybe Judy's sucked you all out, 
but I'm not even started!" 

"Don's right," said Judy. "You've been using me for months and I've 
absolutely had it up to here!" 

"You'll speak when spoken to, little lady," Reiter said. "I was addressing 
Don, who is lucky enough to have been an invited weekend guest of mine!" 

"Some guest," the younger guard laughed. 

Abruptly, Reiter stood up. "Now, if we'll all adjourn to the bedroom . . . " 

"Well, I.. . won't!" Judy said. 

Reiter strode across the creaking porch and stood in front of Judy. "Don!" 
she turned pathetically to the other man. "Do something, why don't you!" 

But her pleas were met with silence from the younger guard. With a great, 
breathless heave, Reiter lifted Judy up in his arms, and carried her crazily 
kicking body into the dark bedroom. Then, the guard's avid hands were 
literally ripping Judy's blouse from her shoulders, and snapping her lacy 
brassiere from behind to expose her tremblingly full mounds to the cool 
night air. 

She could see nothing and the darkness made the rough sensation of his hands 
on her quivering thighs as he tugged down her skirt and nylon panties, all 
the more terrifying. 

An overhead light snapped on and Judy fell back on the wide double bed, with 
Reiter standing over her as he released his belt. He pulled down his pants 
and shorts and rapidly tore off his shirt. 

"Don...please!" she cried at the man standing behind Bill in the doorway. 

"Look...I told you, she's not up to it, Bill!" said Don, approaching the bed 
and placing his hand on Reiter's shoulders as the older man edged toward the 
horrified young wife. 

"What the hell are you talking about. If she's "up to it" for you, then 
she's as ready as ever for me!" Reiter shoved his friend's hand aside and 
slithered up beside Judy's nakedly panting body. "Aren't you, baby?" he 
said. 

Judy looked helplessly toward Don, pleading with her eyes that he save her 
from his co-worker. Tonight, more than ever, she couldn't stand to look at 
Bill. Just the sight of him made her feel guilty inside. Even his hands felt 
obscene as they touched her now, and his face was half-contorted in a lewd 
grin. Judy didn't know why he had excited her in the past. Tonight there was 
something sadistically lewd about him that gave her the cold shivers when he 
came near. 

"Well, sweetheart, what ya say? Are you gonna give it to me real nice...or 
do I have to take it? Either way's all right with me, as you know from past 
experience." He was holding his throbbingly erect cock in his hand and 
watching her like a hawk about to make his move. 

"Please, Bill...you can't do it to me now. I really can't take anymore," she 
pleaded. Her still exhausted body felt bruised from the harsh ravishment she 
had gone through last night. With Bill massaging his thickly erect cock like 
that, his penis looked like a spear to her. Yet, she couldn't pull her gaze 
away from it; his penis was strangely fascinating. And though she dreaded 
his touch with every fiber of her being, still some morbid need kept her 
from screaming and kicking her way out of his reach as he moved forward. 

"Okay, we'll do it the hard way, just like the first time," Reiter said. 

Don reached out to stop the prison guard, but quickly pulled back. 

"Turn that pretty little ass of yours over, curie," Bill ordered. "Let's try 
something new." 

"Come on, Bill. You don't want to do that . . . " Don stammered. 

"Oh, stop worrying," Bill replied. "I'm not gonna cornhole her, if that's 
what's you mean. Anyways, not yet!" 

Reiter grabbed her kicking calves and twisted Judy's naked body over 
roughly. He forced her to roll over on her belly, crushing her voluptuously 
swaying breasts beneath her. In the dimly lit room, the two men breathed 
heavily at the sight of her nakedly unblemished buttocks quivering as she 
trembled before her torturer. Her gracefully curving legs were moist with 
her excited lust-juices at the tops of her thighs. Judy lay paralyzed with 
humiliation too embarrassed to move. 

Reiter laughed as she blushed shamefully. "You know, Judy, you weren't 
kidding, were you? You really didn't expect to make it with my friend last 
night." 

Judy chewed into her oottom lip to keep from crying, and nodded no. 

"Well, you put on quite a show," he said, roughly inserting his hands in 
between her parted legs from behind. Locking his fingers together over her 
blonde-haired cunt, he lifted her to his knees. 

"Hell, I've got a better idea," he said and suddenly slipped from behind her 
and eased his muscularly naked body under her on the bed. Now Reiter lay 
flat on his back while Judy kneeled lewdly over him. 

He looked up at her. She was a youthful delicacy, so perfectly ripe and 
delicious and her largely-set breasts quivered above him as she waited for 
his next move. 

"I don't suppose you need any warming up," he leered from the pillow up at 
her. "I can see that tight little pussy of yours is already plenty wet and 
juicy." 

Taking his rigidly erect penis in his hand, he placed his throbbing cock's 
head at the snug elastic opening to her vagina. Slowly, he eased the 
bulbously swollen head up into her resisting little ring. . . only a 
fraction of an inch inside...then a small bit more . . . 

Judy felt a choking ball of nausea welling inside her. More than anything 
she wanted to lunge off the bed, to scramble away from this awful man before 
he humiliated her anymore. She would run all the way back to her apartment 
if she had to anything to make this nightmare end. But, though she wanted 
to, she just couldn't. Now his hands had massaged their way up along her 
breathing belly and were caressing the firm resilient flesh of her breasts. 
He obscenely fondled her little pink nipples as she cowered above him like a 
helpless slave before its master. 

He squeezed her naked young breasts tightly between his widespread fingers 
as his lengthening cock pushed gradually up between her resisting vaginal 
walls. He inched steadily forward, forcing his long hard cock deeper and 
deeper up inside her receiving passage. 

Reiter could feel her skewered body tense above him as his penis climbed 
like a hungry snake deep up into her wetly gripping little cunt. 

"Don't be so stiff, baby," he said, his hands still touching her dangling 
breasts. "Put something into it. . . you'll thank me for it." 

Nearly half of his invading cock was now buried in her hotly pulsating cunt. 
Lowering his hands to her buttocks, he eased her hips slowly up and down on 
his ramrod-stiff penis as he probed deeper up inside her than he had ever 
been before. 

That same agonizing glow was beginning to make its presence felt in Judy's 
pulsing belly. Suddenly, she realized that her breath was coming in quick, 
desperate gasps in perfect time with Reiter's thrusts up into her vagina as 
she knelt indecently over him. 

God, what was happening to her? she wondered. This was so obscene...so lewd! 
She felt like Bill had made her into an animal. 

Reiter could feel her "turning on" and started to pick up his deeply surging 
strokes, stepping up the inciting rhythm. And above him, Judy began to 
immediately respond. 

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her lips slightly parted. Without even knowing it, 
she began to grind her hips in small lewd circles. She rocked gently forward 
and back on his upright cock, fucking deeper and deeper up into her suddenly 
throbbing belly. 

"Oooooh...ooohhh, yes...yes, that's it . . . " she said. 

Her body was hungry and eager for his long hard shaft of male flesh and she 
moved down as far as she could, forcing his cock even deeper up inside her 
cunt. 

Her mind was fighting like mad to keep from surrendering to this wickedly 
overpowering desire, but her body was already helplessly caught in its 
strong obscene grip. Every lewd thrust of Reiter's heavy cock seemed to 
plunge stirringly deeper up inside her aching loins. 

Bill slipped his excitedly pulsating cock's head hard up through her 
clasping vaginal walls and against the cushiony tip of her cervix. He could 
see that Judy was ready for anything now. Grabbing her hips like two 
steering knobs, he held her steady, then gradually slowed down to a complete 
stop. "I go it," he said. "I'm gonna roll her over." 

And with that, he lifted Judy off his hips-his still rigidly erect penis 
slipping from her clinging vagina with a lewd sucking sound and dropped the 
young blonde over on her back. 

There was a moment of silence before Don, who'd been satisfiedly watching 
the lewd scene, responded. He grunted back in a disappointed voice, "What'd 
you do that for?" 

"I want to do it up the back!" 

"What? Bill, you crazy?" 

"No, man, I got to do it," Reiter crawled anxiously to his knees. 

"Bill, you're drunk again tonight," the young man drawled, but he walked 
excitedly over to the bed. "Okay, and I'll fuck her up the front at the same 
time!" he abruptly decided. 

Judy took little note, at first, of what the men were saying. Then, the 
meaning of it all, struck through her hazy consciousness with full force. It 
couldn't be true! She wanted to please both men with everything she knew, 
but this wasn't right. It was inhuman to have Bill's long thick cock ramming 
into her rectum at the same time as Don's penis was thrusting up into her 
vagina! 

She drew back on the bed and clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together 
in frightened reaction to the horrible thought: They were going to fuck into 
her from both sides of her naked young body at once! 

"No!" Suddenly she gasped as they both reached forward and hurriedly turned 
her over, pulling her up on her hands and knees. "Please!" she cried as 
fingers sank into the curving flesh of her buttocks and lewdly drew apart 
her milk-white ass-cheeks. Judy tried to keep them clenched together, but 
she wasn't able to as he forcefully applied the full force of his brute-like 
strength. Her legs fell open and she shivered as another rush of cool air 
coursed over her nakedly exposed nether crevice! 

Judy could hear the younger prison guard suck in his breath. 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 Reiter's out-stretched middle finger 
probed gently at her rubbery anal ring. Then he plunged roughly forward, 
sinking his finger into her rectum as far as the first knuckle. 

"Aaaagh!" she groaned as a sharp searing pain stabbed through her, "No, 
please, Bill, no! Stop!" 

But the sadistic prison guard didn't quit 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. His fingernail caught 
briefly in the soft flesh lining of her tightly resisting rectum, sending a 
momentary harsher biting pain coursing through her. She frantically groaned 
and slithered on her elbows on the mattress, making another useless effort 
to escape. 

"Oh no! Please don't! Bill, you're hurting meeeee!" she choked hoarsely, 
wishing Don would help her. "Don...please?" 

But there was no response from the blond-haired man. She could feel his cock 
rubbing lasciviously against her naked thigh as he watched the older prison 
guard preparing her virginal anus for a violent fuck. Tears of shame and 
humiliation streamed down Judy's cheeks as she fully realized that Bill 
hadn't been talking idly. 

The two men planned to fuck her together! 

They'd gotten her drunk, and now they were going to screw her mercilessly, 
both at the same time! Bill and Don were so intensely involved in that 
effort that her protests of pain and unwillingness meant nothing to them. 

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

"Man, what an ass!" Reiter coughed from behind, digging his finger more 
cruelly into her virginal rectum, widening and expanding it without mercy. 
He shoved a second finger in alongside the first and then both were embedded 
up in the tight narrow passage between her buttocks, causing her to jerk 
forward spasmodically on the bed. 

Suddenly, the older man pulled his fingers out of her pain-racked nether 
passage and Judy sighed with momentary relief, allowing Reiter to force her 
legs wide with his knees. She flushed deeply as she imagined the leering 
expressions on their cruel faces while they peered at her naked little anus 
that Reiter would violate in the next few minutes. She jerked down onto her 
stomach at the strange feeling when he leaned forward to drop spittle from 
his lips onto her little anal entrance to moisten and lubricate his entry. 

"Up! Get up on your knees," Bill Reiter commanded, totally confident of his 
obscene power over her. 

The trembling young wife complied without hesitation. Moaning, she jerked 
her hips back up to a salacious kneeling position, the full white mounds of 
her buttocks swaying obscenely behind her. Her ass-cheeks were thrust lewdly 
high in the air, waving in apparent open invitation while her tightly 
clenched anus puckered in alternating fear and helplessness. 

As Reiter knelt 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 searching up and down her warm nether crevice, 
teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size from the 
lewd contact. The aroused prison guard levered himself up on his arms and 
pressed slightly forward with his hips for a moment. He was directing his 
rock-hard penis straight at the tightly clenched orifice of her rectum! 

"Ahhhhh!" Judy gasped from the first hard pressure up between her wide-held 
buttocks. 

It was so huge! She could never take his massive penis in her small rectum 
without it ripping her belly in half! But before the fearfully trembling 
young girl could jerk away, Reiter's hands dug into her shoulders, 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! Noooo!" 
she groaned as the throbbing blood-filled head popped up inside. 

His penis was too big. . . it was just too much! 

The cruel unnatural intrusion brought great waves of pain vibrating through 
every fiber of Judy'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. Her eyes widened as his pressurizing penis increased the torture till 
she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against her lewdly 
impaled buttocks. His giant rod of flesh was buried to the hilt in her 
aching rectum! 

Don was muttering incoherently from beside the nakedly engaged couple. 
"Christ, Bill, turn her over...turn Judy over,' he could contain himself no 
longer. 

Judy groaned as Reiter's stone-hard cock nudged far up inside her painfully 
stretched anal passage, skewering her like a sacrificial lamb on a spit. 
Then his hands moved grippingly under her heaving belly and he pulled her up 
and over him as he rolled onto his back on the wide mattress. The helpless 
blonde wife came to rest with her legs splayed out limply on the outside of 
his thighs, laying full length on her back, pressed tight against his 
stomach and massive chest. 

At once, Don fell eagerly onto her helpless young body, positioning himself 
between her wide-stretched legs and shoving them even farther apart. In the 
next second, he had his achingly impatient penis in his hand. "I'll fuck her 
now...just let me get my cock up in her pussy," the younger prison guard 
said. Skinning back his rubbery foreskin, he guided his obscenely bulbous 
cock's head directly into the clasping opening of her moist warm cunt. 

"Noooooo," Judy groaned. "You're hurting meeeee!" 

But her protests ended in a surprised gurgle as the uncontainedly excited 
young man rammed forward with one mighty thrust that buried his 
blood-swollen hardness deep up inside her belly. 

His penis had joined Reiter's manly cock excruciatingly sunk to the hilt in 
her fear-tensed anus. Lying there, thoroughly impaled by the two lust-driven 
men, the prisoner's young wife could feel their two rock-hard shafts 
throbbing sympathetically side by side, with only the thin membrane between 
her vagina and rectum separating them. 

And then they began fucking into her, cruelly thrusting up with long hard 
lunges that threatened to tear her loins apart. Falling into a mutual 
rhythm, they brutally buffeted her helpless body between them as though she 
were a rag doll. She tried to tear herself from between them, but her 
muffled groans and whimpers merely incited them to smack their bodies 
sadistically against her with greater and greater force. 

"Oh, please, please, no...PLEASSSSSSSE!" Judy moaned. She could feel tiny 
ridges of her tender vaginal flesh pulling out with the base of Don's 
lustfully throbbing cock as it withdrew for another vicious lunge up inside. 
The same was true of Reiter's pulsating cock-shaft thrusting heatedly in and 
out of her sodomized rectum. "God...oh God!" Judy's pain-filled voice cried 
from between them. 

And then the impossible happened! 

Judy had sunk into a dazed state...then her mind focused on their bodies 
colliding into her from either side...her voice diminishing to a low mewling 
whine. 

She discovered it didn't hurt when she didn't try to fight the pain, which 
was slowly decreasing. And then, as she grew aware there would be no pain, 
she actually began to enjoy it. It was a strange masochistic joy brought on 
by the helplessness of her position and 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 prisoner's wife began undulating her ass-cheeks, slowly 
at first, then with greater force as she gained confidence. A lewd thrill 
coursed through her entire body! She lurched uncontrollably backward to meet 
the rigid up-thrust of Reiter's long thick cock plunging into her wide-split 
anus; then she rotated her hips upward again to receive the length of Don's 
lust-heated penis ramming into her hotly pulsing vagina. Her buttocks began 
to move in slow seductive circles between the two men's lewdly sandwiching 
loins. 

"That's it, honey...move your all like that!" Reiter groaned from behind 
her. "Christ, you feel good!" 

"Ooooohhhhh...what's happening?" she said unbelievingly as her naked young 
body began to twist and writhe in voluptuous abandon. 

The two men, goaded on by her unanticipated enjoyment, began to increase the 
force of their own mighty thrusts up into her tightly clasping pussy and 
rectum. They lunged into her with deep desperate strokes, their eyes focused 
on her helplessly trapped body. 

"Oh...oh...fuck me, fuck me!" Judy coughed, groaning at her mental picture 
of herself obscenely impaled on the two men's loins. 

She was cumming now, and wildly writhed out her release while she continued 
her crazy gyrations on the two expanding cocks fucking into her helpless 
body. 

"Yeeeeeeeow" She was going out of her mind now! The thought of the two 
prison guards fucking her cunt and rectum at the same time was just too much 
for the young wife. Bill and the younger guard felt her two passages 
flowering open around their aching members and gushes of wet hot liquid 
flooding around their furiously pistoning cocks. 

"Fuck," Reiter hissed from in front. 

They thrust faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the 
ecstatically aroused young woman jerk between them several times, the 
muscles of her heaving pelvis frantically working and sucking at their two 
cocks embedded inside as though trying to milk them dry. 

Judy's breath was coming in short desperate gasps as she felt them thrust 
deep again, and then the searing jets of sperm shot from the tip of their 
lust-crazed penises into her heatedly quivering belly. Their orgasmic juices 
mingled deep down inside her in a hot wet pool of abandoned passion that 
Judy had never known could exist. 

The muscles of her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her 
limbs fell obscenely out to the side on the semen and sweat-soaked mattress. 
Judy lay still, her naked back on Reiter's broad chest, and Don's exhausted 
body splayed over her own. 

Her heart pounded as though it would burst. She panted deeply for breath 
several moments, sinking into a half-conscious daze of joy and satiation she 
had never known before. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

It snowed that morning and the night before. A mail truck got stuck in front 
of the Bell Street Apartments, and Judy spent a couple of hours walking back 
and forth from the window to watch some postmen dig it out. But her mind was 
seventy miles away at Western State Prison. Over the past three months, the 
young blonde had received an increasing number of letters from the social 
worker complaining about Larry's aggressive behavior and begging her to 
visit her husband. Last week, the man called and she agreed to come today, 
though she still couldn't imagine how she was going to face Larry. 

Since that night with the two prison guards, she decided it best to 
discontinue her Saturday visits. For the first time in her life, she was 
having fun. But there was still a small part of her that felt guilty and 
shocked about her relationship with Reiter and Warren. Seeing Larry would 
make her ashamed again, she knew, as she took her battered sheepskin coat 
from the closet and clattered down the apartment house stairs into the cold. 

At Western State Prison, the driveway was uttered with disabled vehicles, 
and snow fell thickly on her forehead as she hurried up the steps of the 
Administration Building. She went straight to the visiting room and threw 
open her coat. Shaking out her hair, she thought about her date that evening 
with a Naxos Petroleum executive, the third man in her life neither Warren 
nor Bill knew about. Or Larry, for that matter . . . 

At that moment, prisoners began filing into the room from the other side. 
Judy raced her eyes over the group for Larry. Then, spotting him, she noted 
he was thinner than before. But he was even more handsome than she 
remembered. Then he turned forward and she drew back in her chair. The left 
side of his face was bruised from chin to eyebrow, and he looked out at her 
between puffed-up eyelids. The social worker certainly hadn't been kidding 
about Larry acting "aggressive"! she thought. 

"Hello, darling," she tried to smile when he came up to his chair. 

"Long time...no see," he sneered down at her. 

"I know, darling," Judy shifted uncomfortably. "But I missed you every 
minute." And suddenly, she really meant it. 

"Don't give me that crap," he said. 

"Larry, aren't you going to sit down?" Judy laughed, nodding toward his 
chair. 

"No," he said. 

"No? Why not?" she gulped. 

"Because I don't care to talk to a...slut!...like you." 

Suddenly Judy remembered her earlier fears about facing him after all that 
had happened. In one moment, she saw he knew. He was staring at her with a 
hate-filled expression that almost looked crazy. 

"Honey, don't talk so...weird," she glanced around. 

"Reiter and Jenkins been complimenting me on what a good lay my wife is. I 
hear you had quite a time up at Reiter's cabin." 

Judy didn't have to hang around any longer to see Larry was getting out of 
control. With his beaten-up face, he looked like a character in some horror 
film as he pressed up to the glass. Other people were noticing it, too. 
There was a sudden silence in the room, followed by a scraping of chairs as 
everyone turned around to see what was happening. 

She hurriedly stuffed her arms in her coat, inserted her arm into the strap 
of her shoulder bag and stood up. "Darling, there's been some mistake," she 
cried. "Please try to relax. And I'll be back to see you next week." 

"There's been no mistake," Larry began rapping his fist crazily on the glass 
partition. 

Judy looked around at the other visitors and prisoners in the large room. 
"I've got to go now," she said. "Please try to understand, honey-" 

"Understand!" he cried, the tears welling in his insanely wide eyes. "There 
is...nothing to understand. "Judy stared down at the floor. Then glancing up 
at him, she saw the hurt child's look in his eyes turn to one of implacable 
rage. "But I don't personally care . . . 'cause when I break out of 
here...and it may be any day now, so you just keep waiting...I'm going to 
take care of you, and them too!" 

"Darling, please!" Judy cried as he began struggling with the two guards 
who'd come from the corners to grab him by the shoulders. 

She stood nimbly in front of the partition while the uniformed attendants 
grappled behind him. "You just be waiting for it!" Larry yelled, and the 
rest was drowned out by the guard's voices as they dragged him, kicking and 
screaming from the room. 

Judy hurried down the corridor and went into the ladies' restroom near the 
visitor's entrance. Looking into the lounge mirror, she saw a small 
terrified woman who looked five years older than the mere twenty she 
actually was. She exited into the corridor, and a heavy-set guard came up to 
her as she turned down the hallway. 

"Don't worry about nothing, Judy," he said. 

He knew her name; they all knew it by now, she realized with a morbid little 
shudder. 

The guard walked crisply beside the prisoner's wife as she headed toward the 
entrance. "We know how to handle cases like this," he said with a nod of his 
head. We'll take care of your husband for good so he doesn't give you any 
more trouble!" 

"Yes...thank you," she managed fearfully, and of course there was nothing 
more she could say... 


THE END
