Too Naive To Be True
by Gordon Kaplin


FOREWORD 

The fix is on! 

Ever since men have been engaging in athletic contests, it may be supposed 
that other men have wagered on the outcome, and that gamblers - greedy men 
-- all have tried in some way to influence the final outcome of the game... 
in their favor. 

A facetious observation by a contemporary cynic has it that the only 
spectacle of this kind that wasn't "fixed" was the contest between the 
Christians and the lions in the Roman arenas. We know what happened to the 
Christians; they faced their adversaries steadfastly without compromise. No 
one thought about interviewing the lions... to find out what was in it for 
them! 

Quite regularly scandals are reported in the news media concerning 
basketball, football or baseball players who are on the "take"... being paid 
by gamblers to do less than their best for their teams. Players are 
suspended or fired when the respective commissions investigate these 
irregularities... but what happens to the gamblers? Seldom are they brought 
to task. When they are they are given a slap on the wrist, a fine or a light 
jail sentence... after which they are right back in their old haunts, 
attempting to "fix" another athletic game. 

Boxing, the manly art of self-defense, has always been a lucrative field for 
the gamblers and rarely does any promising young pugilist battering his way 
to the top of the heap, escape the temptations offered by the gambling 
interests... money and women. 

Stan Rivers manipulates fighters as easily as he does race horses... and as 
mercilessly. Lurking behind a facade of respectability, using his business 
as a front, he operates far-flung gambling ventures. 

When he tries to buy Walt Kincaid, he finds that the young boxer can't be 
bought... with money. 

In 'Too Naive to be True,' Gordon Kaplin tells the gripping story of what 
happens when a gambler such as Stan Rivers sets out determinedly to bring 
Walt, the honest fighter, to heel. He uses every weapon at his command... 
sex, blackmail... and finally, violence. 

... But when ruthless men single-mindedly pursue a goal, innocent people 
sometimes get in their way. This is what happens to Ella Stark, lovely 
demure wife of Warren Stark, private investigator, who agrees to help Walt 
in his fight against Stan Rivers and his criminal associates. 

As a private detective, Warren is tough, realistic, and he piles up evidence 
leading to Rivers... but it is Ella who pays an awful price in the end, as 
she is forced mistakenly to submit to the unbridled lust of the gambler. 

We are proud to present Gordon Kaplin's novelistic treatment of an important 
contemporary theme as he traces out fiery interpersonal relationships, 
presenting characters who are at once real living people reacting to a set 
of circumstances that exert pressures they find hard to resist... at times. 

To the thoughtful reader we readily recommend Too Naive to be True as a 
timely chronicle of an important American problem as it affects big-time 
athletics. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Warren Stark watched the provocative sway of Renee's luscious figure, his 
eyes devouring the soft, rounded protuberances of her buttocks as she turned 
away from his desk and went through the connecting door to the outer office 
to usher in a prospective client. 

The sexuality that Miss Sole exuded reminded him, acutely, that he'd have to 
get to know her better... and soon if things in the bedroom department at 
home didn't begin getting better in the next few days. 

Renee was just finishing up her first week as his private secretary, and she 
seemed to like her job. He wondered idly if she'd like her job better... if 
he could offer her some attractive fringe benefits... 

His reverie was interrupted by the young giant who came through his office 
door. The boxer was even bigger it seemed to Warren, than when he'd 
witnessed the man's last bout. 

It had taken place last week at the Olympic. Warren had been there in the 
fifth row, watching Walt Kincaid fighting at a trim two hundred and 
thirty-five pounds as he had out pointed and out fought his opponent, 
decking him twice before finally putting him away decisively in the ninth 
round with a clean knockout. Warren remembered it had been Walt's 
devastating left hook that had put Chet Lang on the canvas for the full 
count. 

The fight had been clean. Chet Lang had been the odds on favorite, but 
Kincaid, knowing that he was fighting one of the most important fights of 
his career, had carried the fight pressingly to the older ring-wise Lang... 
and had won it, fair and square. No one questioned that he was now in a good 
position to demand a bout with the Champion. Walt Kincaid was now the 
principal contender for the Heavyweight Boxing Title. 

"Walt!" Warren was out of his seat, extending a lean sun-bronzed hand in 
greeting. "It's good to see you... but aren't you out of your element... 
coming to see me...?" 

A slow friendly smile spread across the big fighter's heavy-featured face; 
his deep-set widely spaced blue eyes were troubled. His gaze was direct as 
he studied the private investigator's face. He took the seat Warren pointed 
to and sat up ramrod straight in it, his body tense, unrelaxed. 

"Well, Mr. Stark... I haven't been robbed of the family jewels... yet... " 
he joked lamely, his face settling into grim lines. 

Warren laughed heartily while Walt grinned, now shyly, pleased that he, at 
least, appeared to be light-hearted. The detective surveyed the blond giant 
across the desk from him and knew he could like this man. There was that 
easygoing directness about him... and there was the demonstrated ability to 
remain cool and collected under stress. He had shown that several times in 
some thirty professional bouts. 

"I saw your last fight... with Chet Lang... Warren mentioned, trying to feel 
out the reason for the boxer's visit to his office. 

"That's great... I'm awfully glad you did. It was a hard fight all the 
way... believe me! Lang's a good man... a good fighter... hard to beat... 
one of the best in the business!" Walt said, "... but according to some 
people... I was supposed to lose that fight!" 

"Well... I don't think Lang had a chance... from the opening bell... even if 
he was favored by the bettors!" Warren told him. "You were in good 
condition... and you were right in there, every round... carrying the fight 
to him... putting on the pressure... " 

"Thanks... Mr. Stark... but I'm... " 

"Just call me Warren... " the detective interrupted. 

"Okay... Warren, then... " He showed obvious tension at being interrupted. 
"... But as I was saying... I'm talking about people... who wanted me to 
lose it... on purpose!" Walt got it out. His face was unsmiling, his big 
square jaw set. 

"You mean... somebody wanted you to throw that fight?" 

"Yeah... that's it!" 

"... But that doesn't make sense! Chet was the man to put money on...! Why 
would anybody want you to take a nosedive...?" Warren queried. 

Walt looked down at his sinewy hands. He balled them into hard fists before 
he looked back up at Warren, his intense blue eyes looking directly into 
Warren's brown ones. 

"That's what bothered me, too... but afterwards when I started thinking 
about it... it does make sense... if they had Chet tied up... and he were 
the contender instead of me...!" 

Rubbing both hands up over his graying temples, Warren thought about it. "If 
I follow you... what you're saying is, they, whoever that is... are looking 
forward to the next Championship fight!" 

"It figures... if they've got the title-holder tied up... too... doesn't 
it?" Walt spat his words out fast, wanting confirmation of what he thought 
about it. 

"Christ... do you know what you're saying...?" Warren questioned. 

"I sure as hell do! I'm the question mark... because they couldn't get to 
me!" Walt shot back. "... And now I'm ruining their plans for a real killing 
on the title bout!" 

"You mean they tried to buy you off, somehow?" 

"Yeah... but I won't take their filthy money!" 

"Now they're threatening you...?" 

"... And... blackmailing me!' Warren whistled thoughtfully and asked, "... 
So, why are you coming to me... ? The police could give you protection... 
and the Boxing Commission could look into the bribe attempt... and blackmail 
doesn't work, usually... " 

"Yeah... but they've got pictures... that could ruin my marriage!" The 
fighter looked away temporarily, feeling the guilt return to surge through 
him. 

"So... that's it! They set you up... and got it all on film?" 

"Well, hell... it was right after the fight! I was at this party... and met 
a girl... and... well, you know... one thing leads to another... and she 
takes me to bed!" Walt defended. 

"I understand all that... but where was your wife, Walt?" 

"She didn't come out here... for the fight," the big man explained. "She 
doesn't want me to fight... anyway... " 

There was a long silence. Warren was digesting information, and he did 
understand perfectly how he had fallen into the trap. 

Walt went on, explaining further, "My trainer's kind of old-fashioned, you 
know... and whenever I go into training... I've got to live almost like a 
monk... for maybe two months before every fight. Hell... about the only 
thing left is a hand-job... every now and then!" 

"If your wife were around... you couldn't have had her anyway... is that 
it?" 

"Yeah... for all practical purposes!" 

Warren nodded, still thinking. "Now," he said, "we've got to pin something 
down. You keep saying, 'they'... and you haven't told me who 'they' are!" 

There was a moment's hesitation on Walt's part before he said morosely, 
"That's just it... I don't know who the hell it is!... If I did," he went on 
ominously, "maybe I could do something about it!" His big hands clenched and 
unclenched with his emotion. "Is that where I come in then... ? You want me 
to find out who's putting the pressure on your "Yeah... that's right... 
that's why I came to see you, because I've only had some goons... with 
guns... come around... with their threats... and... " 

"... And, the pictures...?" 

"Yeah... " 

"Let's start there then... tell me about this gal you balled... everything 
you can remember about her... where you met her... where you went... what 
you did... and especially the place you went... to climb into bed with her!" 

Walt Kincaid was game. He told Warren Stark everything he could remember 
about that night. 

* * * 

It had been jubilant and hectic in Walt's dressing room right after the 
fight. Frantic fans had crowded into his dressing room to congratulate him, 
and it had taken a long time to clear the room so he could get his rubdown 
and get dressed. 

There had been perhaps as many as ten invitations to parties... and Walt was 
not sure how it had happened that he ended up going to a posh party in 
Carmel. Maybe it was because of the woman who had given him the invitation. 
She had pressed in close to him as he had backed into his dressing room, 
trying to answer news reporters questions and being filmed for a T.V. news 
release. Flash bulbs had been popping and the noise had been tremendous, the 
press of the crowd almost unbearable... but she had stuck with him, shouting 
in his ear about her party and pressing a piece of paper into his still 
bandaged hands. That wasn't the only message he had gotten from her. She had 
been busy down below as she had undulated up against him, her loins tight 
against his thigh. It was an invitation that had been hard to pass up... 
after all, he had been pretty hard up... and when a voluptuous woman makes 
it that plain... Hell! What could he do... ? 

He had hung onto the address... and after his rubdown and shower, he had 
dressed, gotten into his rental car and had driven down to Carmel. 

The party was going strong when he arrived... of course he hadn't known any 
of the people there. They all seemed to be fans, and he felt comfortable; 
especially after he had downed the first two drinks in rapid succession. He 
was there to have some fun! Christ! After living in a training camp for two 
months, he had been ready to break out and have himself a real ball... and a 
party... drinks... a willing woman... were some of the things he wanted for 
relaxation. 

She had been there, of course. Her name was Kim... Kim Carson, a ravishing 
auburn-haired beauty with the clearest complexion Walt had ever seen. He did 
gather that she wasn't the hostess for the party; she had been sent by 
someone else... to make sure he would come. Whoever sent her, Walt decided, 
had chosen his messenger well... and she hadn't wasted any time in letting 
him know that that little thigh-rubbing deal in his dressing room was for 
real. 

With a third drink in his hand, Walt was seated on a plush couch while the 
party swirled around them, Kim seated next to him, her long tapering thigh, 
nylon-clad below daring hot-pants, pressed in tight against his. 

She looked at him over the rim of her martini glass, her gray-green eyes 
smoldering provocatively, and said, "Walt... anytime you're ready... we can 
split this bash... for some real fun!" Her pink tongue snaked out between 
her full sensuous lips while at the same time her fingers outlined the 
bulging muscles of his chest. 

Walt was pretty sure what she meant, but he asked innocently, "Another 
party... somewhere...?" 

"Sure... " she smiled. "Just you... and me... for some fun and games... " 

"Can we run out... on our host... just like that?" he asked. "Which reminds 
me... whose place is this because I'm not sure I caught the name... when I 
came in...?" 

"Stan won't mind -- I'm sure. He wanted you to come... and meet a few of his 
guests... which you have... and then just relax and have some fun." She 
smiled as her hand dropped down to his thigh where it caressed him 
suggestively. 

He tried to remember who Stan was; his memory dredged up the image of a 
short square-built man with almost silvery white hair. 

"Is Stan the guy with the white hair... only he's not really old...?" he 
asked, feeling embarrassment at her boldly brazen action. He felt the heat 
of a blush coming up above his collar. 

"Yeah... that's Stan... Stan Rivers," she affirmed. "He's got money... that 
doesn't stop... like Fort Knox!" she told him, leaning in close to add, "... 
but I don't want to talk about him... it's you I want!" 

The throaty seductiveness of her voice, her warm breath washing over him as 
she made her point crystal clear to him caused a natural reaction. Inside 
his pants, he felt the pounding blood rush into his penis, to be trapped 
there in a growing erection while below the strong sensation of the crawling 
lift of his balls by his scrotal sac made him fully aware of his demanding 
sex needs. Christ! He was getting hot already! Damn! She's not bashful... 
about it!... So if she's hot to trot... what in the hell am I waiting for... 
? 

It was a good question. He had never cheated on Ginger before now... but he 
had known when he had accepted Kim's invitation to this party... that he 
would do just that! He'd been angry ever since a week ago when he'd called 
his wife on the telephone trying to get her to change her mind. She was 
stubborn about it. Under no circumstances would she come to see the fight... 
and that was that! He could get on a plane and come home, right afterward; 
she'd be there... waiting for him. 

All week long his anger had seethed, just below the boiling point, and he'd 
had to fight with himself not to let it affect his training for the fight... 
or the fight itself. Then tonight... when Kim had pressed in close to him, 
seductively rubbing herself up against him as she told him about the party, 
he had made up his mind. To hell with it! I'm not climbing onto a plane 
tonight! I'll go home tomorrow... or the next day! He had told his manager 
in the dressing room while he was getting his rubdown to cancel his flight 
reservations. He'd reschedule them... in a day or two. 

Mark Daley hadn't liked the idea. "That little wife of yours'll go 
haywire... if you don't get home to her!" 

"She can wait a couple of days!" Walt had growled. "I'm going to take it 
easy... for a while... sit in the sun on the beach and relax." 

"You sure you know what you're doing, Walt?" 

"Just cancel the goddamned flight, Mark... and get the hell off my back!" he 
had barked. "Besides," he had added, "training's over... the fight's over... 
and I'm a free man... for a while!" 

"Okay... baby... it's your party now," he told Kim, reaching down to cover 
her hand on his thigh... before she caused him some real embarrassment... 
right there in front of everybody. "Let's get the hell out of here!" 

They left Stan Rivers's house party together in his rented car. Kim Carson 
snuggled up close beside him as he drove, following her directions. 

Walt wasn't sure exactly where he drove. He had belted down a couple of 
drinks, and he didn't really care. His impression was that he had driven 
South, possibly as far as Miramar where they had wound around through 
residential streets, arriving at her apartment house in what seemed to be a 
very short time... Of course he wasn't able to concentrate on her driving 
very well anyway. Soon after he'd started off, Kim's hands were busy again 
down there, caressing and massaging his thighs, her hand moving up slowly, 
tantalizingly... until her tiny hand was between his legs, her fingers 
teasing his throbbing cock to a fully elongated aching erection. Then 
expertly, she had found the zipper tab. The metallic sigh of the zipper was 
loud in the car as she lowered it... and her smooth, warm lotion-softened 
hand wormed its way knowingly into his open fly to find the hardened 
throbbing shaft of his cock. She gasped as her exploring fingers found it 
and brought its turgid length out into the car. 

"God... Walt... you are a big man... in all ways... aren't you?" she crooned 
lewdly. 

Smiling to himself, glad that she was impressed with his more than adequate 
manhood, he told her, "Take it easy, baby... it might go off in your hand!" 
The exquisite sensations that raced through him at her touch made him worry. 
Christ! It's been a whole two months... since I've fucked a woman! 

"I'll take my chances!" she said then asked, "Why the short fuse...?" 

"You must not know, much about prize fighters... " he grinned. "I haven't 
balled a woman... for two months... because of training for this fight!" 

"That's terrible!" Kim sympathized. "You mean... you've had no sex... at 
all... in that time?" 

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat but decided to tell her anyway, 
"Well... nothing except for a hand-job now and then... when I couldn't stand 
it... any longer!" 

"It's inhuman... almost like being a monk... or something!" she 
expostulated. 

"Yeah... that's right," Walt agreed. 

"What about in between fights... are you married...?" 

He wished fervently that she hadn't brought up that subject. There was 
already too much guilt crowding into him, and he didn't need any extra 
reminders. Hell! If Ginger had only come on out here... like she should 
have... I wouldn't have to be out looking for a strange piece of ass! He had 
known that's what he would do... even before Kim had issued her sexy 
invitation to the party tonight. Sure! It was wrong!... But what the 
hell!... Even if Ginger didn't want to watch the fight... she could've been 
here... waiting to take me to bed... like a good little wife should! 

"Yeah... I'm married... but let's drop that subject!" he growled. 

"Okay... Walt... " she agreed, starting to stuff his warmly jerking cock 
back into his pants. 

"You don't have to drop that!" he grunted, startled. 

"There's my apartment house. You can wait... for a couple of minutes... 
until we get inside, can't you?" 

"I suppose I'll have to!" he grinned. 

Walt parked the car, and they went up to her apartment. Once they were 
inside, Kim led him directly to her bedroom, turned on a small bedside lamp 
and turned quickly to rush into his arms. 

He enfolded her lithe figure in his brawny arms, and she came in tight 
against him, whispering, "Kiss me... Walt! Kiss me!" 

Her face was lifted up to him and he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue 
demandingly into her warm moistly opened mouth as his hands smoothed down 
her back to the rounded full moons of her buttocks, sheathed tightly by her 
scanty hot pants. His steel-banded fingers first cupped the warm resilient 
flesh, caressingly then dug into the softness of them savagely as his 
passion-starved body began to react to his great need. An involuntary moan 
escaped his lips as his aching penis lurched against the confining cloth of 
his pants, making a bid for freedom. He felt it standing up hotly between 
them, and she was moving her hips in teasingly undulant circles up against 
it. Then he was aware of the viscid moisture that seeped from the tiny slit 
in his cock's head; his natural lubricating fluids were making it feel 
sticky and moist... and he began to feel the expanding jerk of his cock... 
almost like... Hell! I'm starting to feel... almost like I'm going to cum... 
in my pants... like some kid... getting his first piece of ass! 

Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away from here, breaking the hot, deep kiss. 

"Christ!" he breathed, urgently. "Let's get into that bed... before I 
explode!" 

Kim leaned back away from him, laughing, still in the circle of his arms, 
but her loins remained plastered up against him. She gave an extra 
tantalizing grind of her hips in contact with his searing pulsating cock and 
asked: "Has it really been two months... since you've laid a woman?" 

"Yes... goddamn it!" 

"Then you need something else... right now... " She smiled meaningfully -- 
almost lewdly, as she pushed his big frame back onto the bed. "... and I'll 
take care of that... so it'll be more fun... for both of us... later!" 

Kim wedged her knees in between his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed 
then swiftly knelt between them, her hands reaching out to unbuckle his belt 
and zip down the fly opening of his pants; then as he lifted himself 
slightly, she pulled his pants and his shorts down around his muscular legs. 

Eagerly, one of her tiny trembling hands reached out for the massively erect 
shaft of his violently jerking cock. Her red-nailed fingers couldn't go 
around its girth, but she slid the heavy foreskin back over the moist, 
blood-inflated cock-head, feeling its demanding jerk in her hand. She stared 
at it in disbelief. It was gigantic! 

"Mmmm... you are just about ready to explode!" 

Tucking his hips under him, Walt shoved his rampantly spearing cock up 
toward her, instinctively wanting it... his desire heightened even more by 
the knowledge of what she intended to do to him... for him! 

Then slowly Kim lowered her head and kissed the pulsing smooth red tip while 
her other hand squirmed under him to caress his heavy sperm-laden testicles. 

The warm smoothness of her sensuous lips, kissing the throbbing head of his 
lust-filled prick was electrifying, and he thrust up at her 
lipstick-reddened mouth with animal urgency... wanting it... now! 

"Oh God!" he groaned. "Suck it! Suck my cock... now!" 

Her saliva-heated mouth came down over it; then her lips ovaled around the 
pulsing coronal ridge to enclose the whole of his smooth rubbery cockhead in 
warmly sensual moistness. 

Walt's needfully throbbing prick jerked, expanding in her mouth, and the 
erotic thought of what she was doing to him... the lewd salaciousness of 
it... almost as much as the ecstatically tingling sensations that raced 
through him, gave him an added feeling of voluptuous expectation. 

The shaft of his cock was held in one of her tiny soft hands while the other 
underneath kneaded and caressed his balls gently, her red-lacquered nails 
scratching across the wrinkled skin lightly; meanwhile, she had begun to 
hollow her cheeks, sucking his pulsating cock-head with a strong steady 
rhythm, her head beginning to bob up and down, absorbing more of his massive 
length each time her mouth nibbled downward toward his hairy loins. 

Inside her mouth her tongue swirled around the blood-filled head of his cock 
with wild abandon, and he was aware that on every upstroke she was 
attempting to worm the tip of her wetly flicking tongue into the tiny slit 
of the very tip of it. 

Walt tensed his muscular loins and shoved his demanding prick up into her 
wildly sucking mouth, feeling it plunge deeply into her throat as he began 
to thrust in rhythmic countermovements to her smoothly bobbing head. 

In a hypnotic trance of sexual need, lost in a sensual morass of pleasure 
sensations, he moaned again softly as her nibbling mouth began to move up 
and down his massive shaft with increasing speed and pressure, her 
knowledgeable tongue giving a swirling lick to the lust-hardened head of his 
cock on every upstroke. 

Looking down at her face, working over him, he saw that she was in a sexual 
rapture of her own. Her eyes were closed and her breath was labored, 
streaming in and out of her nose with an audible rasping sound. 

Her long blonde hair was falling down over naked thighs, and he reached out 
to the glossy sheen of it with both hands, placing one on either side of her 
head to guide her up and down the ever more demanding shaft of his aching 
cock. 

It was fascinating for him to watch as a little raggedly pink flange of her 
moistly sucking lips was pulled out on each withdrawal then stuffed back in 
again as the hardened rod of his penis slipped into her mouth, her cheeks 
hollowing in and out as she sucked hungrily on him. 

The ever-building sensuality concentrated in the bloated sensate head of his 
cock, and he could feel its demanding pulse jerking expanding in response to 
her tantalizing tongue that swirled over its satiny corona, stimulatingly, 
on every head-bobbing stroke. 

Walt could feel the searing burn, acid-like, that signaled the nearness of 
his ejaculation. The agony of his building need to cum surged through him in 
ecstatic waves of sensation, his hot sperm demanding its release from his 
swollen testicles, and he groaned aloud as he drove his aching cock deep 
into Kim's mouth and throat. 

"Christ! That's it... just a little more... like that... and I'll cum!... 
Just... suck it... a little while... longer!" 

Raspy strangling sounds took the place of words... then he gasped, "OOoooh! 

Aaauugghh!" His breath came faster, rasping in and out of tortured lungs. He 
was almost... ready to cum! Now! Furiously, he fucked his hips up at her 
face and watched the rigid length of his prick drive deeply almost all the 
way up to his sperm-loaded balls into her mouth. Her nose was buried in the 
hairiness of his loins... and she took it... all of it, in her mouth and 
down her throat! God! It felt sooo good! 

... Then he came! His ejaculation was explosive; the hot thick sperm jetted 
the full length of his cock to spray from the slitted tip of the 
lust-inflated head deep into the moist wet cavern of her voraciously sucking 
mouth, forcing her to swallow it desperately. 

"Now!" he grunted. "God! I'm cumming! Now!" 

His strong hands on her head pulled her mouth down roughly and hard on his 
wildly spewing prick, and his loins thrust up convulsively at her, securely 
immobilizing her head while his cum spewed hotly deep into her throat. 

... And then he collapsed, lying back on the bed, his grip on her head 
relaxing then releasing, and his hands fell to her shoulders to fondle and 
caress them. Gradually his cock became soft and deflated in her mouth, but 
she continued to suck and nibble on it until she had consumed the final drop 
of his semen; then with a sigh she allowed the flaccid shaft to pull from 
her mouth, moistly glistening from her saliva. 

Lifting her head, she gazed at him through heavy-lidded gray-green eyes... 
eyes that conveyed earthy sexiness and a worldliness beyond her years. She 
rose from her kneeling position and crawled up over him to snuggle down 
beside him, offering him her lips to kiss. 

Walt crushed her lithe body to him and kissed her, darting his tongue into 
her mouth to taste the lingering male essence of his own cum there. Long and 
deeply they kissed, their mouths welded together, savoring the sensual 
communication. Finally after several moments, Kim pulled away. She looked at 
him with a glowing anticipation on her face. "That was a pretty good 
opener... and after you've rested a while... and had a drink we can get to 
the main course... Okay?" 

"Damned right!" he agreed. 

"What do you want...?" 

"You!" he grinned, reaching out for her. 

Writhing away from him, she smiled, "So soon? I meant what are you 
drinking?" 

"Bourbon's fine... " 

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he watched the provocative sway of her 
hot-pants-clad hips as she left the bedroom. Damn! She's a sexy little 
bitch! Exactly what I needed too! Then he wondered about her... wondered why 
she had brought him there. She's been around... but she doesn't fit the 
picture... of being a whore! He knew of course, that there were women who 
made a point of taking celebrities to bed... And I suppose I'm that... more 
or less... now that I've got a shot at the Heavyweight Boxing Title! 

He didn't question beyond that. She was his to enjoy... for the evening, at 
least... and maybe more... if he played his cards right. Hell! Why should I 
look a gift horse in the mouth? 

Bending down, he took off his shoes and slipped off his trousers. His 
jacket, shirt, tie and undershirt followed; then he lay down again on the 
bed, having retained just his shorts. 

Kim came back, carrying tall, cool drinks. She saw him lying there on the 
bed, relaxed, and looked him over, critically as she handed him his bourbon 
and water. 

"You know... I was a little bit afraid of you, at first!" 

"Why...?" he queried, leaning back against the headboard and taking a 
healthy swallow of his drink. "I'm just an ordinary guy... " 

"When I saw you fight tonight... it was almost... like you were a trained 
animal... a trained fighting animal!" 

"Boxing's just a skill... " he tried to explain. 

"... but, aren't you trying to hurt the other man?" 

"Yes... that's part of it. He's trying to do the same to me... too." 

"And you're not angry... at each other?" 

"No... of course not!" 

"Then... why do you fight?" 

"Money... mostly," he answered truthfully, "but there's the fame... if you 
make it to the top! I guess that's part of it... " 

"Does your wife like for you to fight... Walt...?" 

"No... she doesn't! The only part she likes... is the money!" he grunted. 
"But I don't want to talk about my wife... right now!" 

"What do you want to talk about?" 

"You!" 

"Why...?" 

"... Because you're here... damn it!" 

"... And available...?" she cooed seductively, kicking off her boots and 
stretching out beside him. 

"... And available!" he seconded, lifting his glass for another stiff 
swallow of whiskey. He felt it warming his belly. That's what he wanted... 
whiskey and a woman... and it had been too long since he'd had either. 
Again, he lifted his glass and drained it. Now... for the woman... to fuck! 

Setting the empty glass down on the bedside table, he reached out for Kim, 
his hand going to the full mounds of her breasts. He felt them, warm smooth 
and vibrant under her blouse, and realized that she was not wearing a bra. 
Her nipples were hard and elongated, and he felt them spiking into the palms 
of his hands. 

"Christ... let's get you stripped naked!" he grunted as he began to feel the 
beginning of a new erection, throbbing warmly into being, down between his 
legs. 

She helped him as he unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging her shoulders when he 
removed the flimsy garment to expose her luscious breasts to his lustful 
eyes. 

Her breasts, alabaster white, firmly melon-like, were wide-spaced on her 
chest, and they pouted, proudly, with the coral nipples standing at alert 
attention over the darker, crinkled areolas. 

"Beautiful!" he said, with fervent appreciation as he leaned over her to 
take a berry-like tip between his lips to suck and nibble while his hand 
cupped her other breast, caressingly, his fingers digging into the smoothly 
plaint flesh. Then while his lips paid moist homage, hungrily, to the one 
pinkly erect nipple, his fingers rolled the other teasingly, causing them 
both to spear out to even greater hardness. Her little moan of arousal was 
warm, as her breath washed over the side of his face, and her hands caressed 
and massaged the heavy muscles of his back. 

After a few moments, he slid his hand exploringly down over her smooth flat 
belly... and found that she still had on her hot-pants. Raising himself up 
and temporarily abandoning her sensate breasts, Walt growled, "Come on... 
Kim baby... I want you bare-assed naked!" 

"Okay, honey... " she breathed. 

Together they stripped the remainder of her clothing from her. Her panty 
hose followed her hot-pants to the floor as Walt tossed them aside. Now her 
perfect body was revealed to him... and his eyes locked on her enticingly 
rounded hips, mature, marble-white and devoid of suntan lines, their 
masterfully sculpted curves leading to the downward sweeping taper of her 
delectable thighs to small, dimpled knees. The calves of her perfect legs 
reversed the long tapering curve of her thighs and led easily to tiny 
delicate ankles and narrow, well-formed feet... And there, between the 
whiteness of her slightly spread thighs he saw clearly the glisteningly 
moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit, surrounded by softly curling blonde 
hair. Her sexual arousal was obviously visible in the tiny droplets of 
viscid moisture exuded from her cuntal lining that clung to the two budding 
petals of her inner pussy-lips peeking shyly out at him from the sensitively 
throbbing little furrow. 

Below he felt the throbbing lurch of his fully erect cock, straining to be 
freed from his shorts. Damn! I'm hot... again, already!... And she's ready 
to fuck... too! 

"God! You're lovely... " he choked. 

Tiny mewling sounds came from her lips as she ground her hips undulantly 
allowing her thighs to splay open a little wider, obscenely revealing the 
whole of her soft, gently pulsating pussy to his lust-filled gaze. 

Fascinatedly, he watched as her slender fingers, the nails red-polished, 
cupped her own breasts, caressingly, kneading the sensually erect nipples; 
then her palms lifted the firm full mounds of them, pointing them at him 
almost as though she were offering her breasts to him as a sacrifice. 

Her actions were doing things to him. New, erotic sensations arced in his 
loins, and his warmly throbbing cock expanded, jerkingly. Christ! I've got 
to get it in her... now... before it's too late! 

... Then her eloquent hands smoothed down across her flat, whitely smooth 
belly to her groin, her hands framing the moist furrow of her cunt where she 
teasingly spread the coralline slit to expose the pink inner flesh of her 
vaginal opening. 

Her voice was throatily sultry as she asked, "Do you want to... fuck me... 
Walt darling...?" 

"Hell yes!" he croaked raspily. "You know I do!" 

"... Then... tell me!" she cried with sudden impatient urgency. 

"I want to fuck you... baby... and right now!" He reached down and stripped 
off his shorts then turned back to her. 

Kim's eyes zeroed in on the rock-hard pulsing shaft of his massive cock and 
breathed, "How... do you want to... fuck me.;.?" 

"Hard!" he grunted. "Deep... and hard... and fast!" 

"Oh God! That's what I... want, too!" she moaned. "I want you to fill me 
up... with cock, Walt... until I can't breathe!" 

Walt rolled over on top of her, his hips wedging down between her white 
trembling thighs. "Goddamn it!" he growled. "I'm going to fuck you... so 
hard... you'll flip right out of your skull!" 

She writhed and mewled in her sexual excitement beneath him, grinding her 
hips up at the hardness of his giant cock, attempting to capture it... and 
her undulating movements transmitted her raw sex-need to him, inciting his 
lust-filled cock to. even more inflamed hardness. His balls ached painfully 
from the building erotic pressure. 

With a frustrated moan, Kim, unable to line up her gyrating loins with his 
hard nudging cock-head, reached down between them to grasp the monstrous 
shaft and guide the throbbing bulbous head to the moistened slit of her 
searingly inflamed cunt. Her hips ground around and around in tiny circles 
as the blood-engorged head wormed into her cuntal opening little by little. 
Finally, the whole head of it was sucked just up inside her vaginal mouth, 
and she shifted her hands up around him, placing one on either of his 
muscular buttocks-cheeks and attempting to pull him forward into her. 

Walt, holding himself aloft over her then on brawny arms needed no more 
urging. He used the strength of his back and legs as he flexed his hips and 
drove his pulsatingly needful cock deep, hard and long, straight into her 
moist cuntal sheath, smoothly cleaving her cunt walls wide. His blood-filled 
cock-head gored her with feral energy, pushing little wavelets of her 
sensitive vaginal lining before it as it plunged past the neck of her 
cervix, flicking it painfully in passing, to hit bottom finally in the 
farthest back wall of her tightly constricted stomach. Their pubic bones 
smacked together solidly... and he had filled her cunt completely with 
potent man-flesh. 

"OOOoooh God! That's it!" she grimaced. 'That's the way I want it!" She was 
cock-filled as she had never been before... in her life! 

The boxer had impaled her, pinning her to the mattress, immobilizing her as 
he lay, heavily on top of her for a moment or two while deep in her cuntal 
passage, he flexed his monster cock expandingly and reveled in the pulsating 
flutter of her interior vaginal muscles that responded claspingly, the warm 
elastic sheath seeming to milk at him with warm intensity. God! She was 
tight! 

... And then Walt began to grind his aching cock into her squirming cunt 
beneath him, and she thrust back up at him counteringly, arching her body 
and pulling her thighs back to take all of his hardened shaft deep up inside 
her soft sensuous young pussy. She moaned aloud, in delight as he began to 
thrust in and out of her with long hard strokes, his hardened rod coming 
almost all the way out of her cunt on the upstroke; then animalistically, he 
plunged it back into her, ramming it home the full length into the hungry 
mouth of her clinging clasping cuntal passage. 

Beneath him, Kim's mouth was open, voicing an inarticulate liturgy of 
passion as her head began to fling from side to side, and her long blonde 
hair was tossed into wild disarray. 

Gradually, the mutual tempo was increased until his plundering cock was 
pistoning in and out of the hotly moistened walls of her cunt like a steam 
engine with a broken safety valve as their nakedly writhing bodies slapped 
together fleshily in wild abandon. 

Suddenly, Walt realized that he was setting too fast a tempo, a speed that 
would bring him to spewing ejaculation far too soon... unless he slowed 
down; otherwise the girl would be left high and dry... and he wanted to make 
sure it was good for her too. 

He tried deliberately to slow down, pace himself as he plunged his long 
thick cock full length into her receptive, warmly moist cuntal passage, but 
her cunt, it seemed to him, was sucking and nibbling at his sensitive 
sex-starved penis like another little mouth. God! It was too much! He felt 
as though he were being pulled into the maw of a machine that would suck him 
inside out! 

His testicles were enlarged and swollen from the readying load of sperm, 
waiting there to be pumped the length of his aching cock. He felt the head 
of his prick begin to expand throbbingly with the sweet pain of imminent 
ejaculation as he ground into her, desperately trying to hold himself back. 

... Then he felt it begin... back behind the root of his cock. It burned, 
searingly... like racing wildfire. His rectum convulsed, and he knew the dam 
was going to burst... any second. God! He was going to pop... already! He 
couldn't hold back any longer... 

Walt's face twisted into a contorted grimace of delicious anticipation, 
laced with the poison of a sense of failure... a feeling that he would not 
be able to satisfy the woman he was fucking. Oh Christ! It's almost here! 
I'm going to cum... in a few seconds! 

"God!" he howled with urgent disgust. "I'm... going to cum... already!" 

"It's okay, darling! Just keep fucking! It'll be all right... but just keep 
shoving your cock in me!" she assured him, feeling his anxiety. 

Pulling her thighs back even farther, she mashed them down against the 
resilient mounds of her swelling breasts, raising her loins up to him and 
grinding up at him in perfect counterpoint to his plunging pile-driving 
thrusts. 

"I'm... going... to cum!" he wailed, agonizingly. "I can't help it!" 

"Oh God! It's okay! It's okay! Fuck me... as hard as you can... and don't 
stop... until you have to!" she instructed. 

He did! Almost insanely, he fucked in and out of her claspingly moist cunt, 
his prick jackhammering deep into her... until with searingly liquid jets of 
his viscid sperm hosing through him, he came deep up in her hungrily flared 
belly. His lust pumped through his cock in a raging torrent of rapturous 
release. 

Strangling animal sounds of sexual gratification ripped from his lips. His 
grunts of pure carnal pleasure were loud in the bedroom... and he had the 
impression that Kim had cried out, too... in ecstatic pleasure of orgasm. He 
couldn't be sure though; his own sensual involvement had been too 
profound... at that instant. 

"... Did you... cum...?" he gasped. 

"Yes! Oh yess, darling! I came... right with you!" 

Walt held himself, rigidly, above her, while below, her sheathing cuntal 
passage still milked at his wildly jerking cock that was pumping the last of 
his cum through the full hotly pulsating length of it. Her loins pressed up 
hard against him, and she held him there while a hungry little fluttering 
movement inside her vaginal tunnel nibbled up and down the length and 
thickness of his throbbing shaft. 

He felt the tension wash away from him as now his cock began to deflate 
inside of her... and he felt drained... completely satisfied. God! She's the 
best fuck... I've ever had! 

Events happened fast then! 

Just at the instant he collapsed on top of her, there was a blinding flash 
in the bedroom. 

"What the hell!" he growled, every nerve and muscle fiber shocked into 
instant alertness. He started to get up. It had been a flashbulb that had 
practically blinded him... a photographer's flash! 

"Stay right where you are!" a man's voice rasped out at him. 

Looking back over his shoulder toward the door, Walt saw the figures of two 
men indistinctly in the dim light. One of them, the speaker, was pointing a 
deadly looking pistol at him. He froze. Beneath him, Kim whimpered with 
fright. 

"What do you want?" Walt growled. 

"We just wanted to let you know... we got everything on film!" the man with 
the gun told him "... And your sweet little wife'll be very interested in 
seeing all the pretty pictures... " 

"What is this... a shakedown?" 

"Of course... your wife won't see them... if you play ball." 

"What do you mean...?" 

"You know what the hell I mean!" the other grunted. "You turned us down 
once... but you're not getting the second chance!" 

Instantly, Walt knew what they wanted. They were going to try blackmailing 
him into taking a dive... when he got into the ring with the champion. 

"You can go to hell!" he bellowed. "I'll never fight a fixed bout!" 

"That's what you think!" The man with the gun came close to the bed. "Crawl 
off that broad!" he ordered. 

Walt obeyed, his now flaccid penis pulling moistly from Kim's, still warmly 
trembling vaginal opening. As he stood to his feet, the goon holding the gun 
brought the weapon down hard in a slashing arc to the side of his head. 
Instinctively, the big boxer rolled with the blow, deflecting most of its 
force, but even so he was knocked down. Knowing that his bare fists were no 
match for an armed man, he decided to stay down for the count. 

"Next time we see you... you'd better have a better answer!" the unknown 
gunman spat down at him. Then as suddenly as they had appeared, the two men 
were gone. 

While he was down on the floor, Walt knew he'd been set up for this. Kim! 
She'd been too anxious to get him to that party... in too much of a hurry to 
get him into a bed with her! Christ! Why'd he been so stupid? 

Looking up, he saw that she was kneeling down beside him, concern on her 
face. 

"Well...?" he grated up at her, questioningly, "How much do you get out of 
this?" 

He sat up and she tried to put her arms around him. "I-I don't know... what 
do you mean... darling?" 

Walt brushed her away from him. "You know what the hell I'm talking about! 
You set me up... for your gun-toting friends!" 

"N-No! Walt... no! That's not true!" 

Quickly, he stood to his feet, gathered up his clothing and began dressing. 
"That's a damned lie... and you know it!" he stormed. "Come on... tell me 
what you get out of it!" 

Kim crumpled onto the bed, sobbing, "N-Nothing! I don't... even know... who 
those men were!" 

"I wish I could believe that!" he ground out at her. He was dressed now, 
except for his jacket and tie. He reached into his pocket, took out his 
wallet and removed a crisp fifty dollar bill. Throwing the money down on the 
bed beside her, he turned to leave, flinging back over his shoulder, 
"There's fifty for your trouble!" 

* * * 

"... And that's the story up to now?" Warren queried. 

"Yeah... that's it!" 

"Why'd you wait until now... to come to me?" 

"I thought I could handle it!" 

"What happened... to make you change your mind?" 

"Well... Ginger... my wife, changed her mind... and came on out here to 
Oakland," Walt explained. 

"So...?" 

"They're looking for her in Illinois... where we live... and it's just a 
matter of a day or two... and they'll make contact with her... here!" 

"I take it then... you love your wife... and you don't want to lose her?" 

"Hell no... I don't!" the big man grunted. "We may have our differences... 
but I don't want to lose her!" 

"Okay then," Warren summarized, "As I see it... I've got to find Kim... and 
find out what her connection is to this little blackmailing job... and I 
suppose I'd better check out Stan Rivers... " 

"Why him... he's some kind of industrialist?" Walt questioned. 

"I just like to check out all the possibilities... anyway, I don't think 
your friends with the nasty dispositions would be thinking up the ideas. 
It's somebody with brains! I want to nail the big shot! That's the only way 
to stop the whole caper!" Warren told him. 

"Then... you're saying you'll take the job?" 

"Yes... I'm working for you... as of right now," Stark said. 

The prizefighter was gone and Warren mulled over all that the boxer had told 
him. He decided that his first job would be to locate Kim Carson. 
Tomorrow... I'll check through Dun and Bradstreet... see what I can scare up 
on Rivers... 

Pressing the intercom button, he said to his secretary, "Renee... call my 
wife... and tell her that I'm working on a case... I won't be home until 
late... probably." 

"Yes sir... Mr. Stark... right away!" Her voice came tinnily through the 
tiny speaker. 

"... And, Renee...?" 

"Yes sir...?" 

"Knock off that Mister stuff... and the Yes sir, No sir bit! You're supposed 
to be my private secretary!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

With an unexplainable, cold resentment welling up into her conscious mind, 
Ella Stark carefully replaced the telephone in its cradle, breaking the 
connection. 

It was all she could do to remain politely civil to Warren's new secretary, 
who had just called to tell her that her husband wouldn't be home... until 
late, again! 

Ella hadn't met the new girl Friday, yet, but intuitively she knew that she 
must be young... and pretty. Unbidden, a nagging suspicion rocketed around 
inside her brain. Could Warren be taking her... out to dinner... and... she 
shied away from completing the thought; it was too threatening... to her... 
to her marriage! 

Sighing disconsolately, she looked at the two prime steaks she was 
marinating and had planned to serve for dinner that evening. There was 
nothing to do but put them back in the refrigerator to cook for the next 
day. Since she'd be eating alone, again, something simple was in order, so 
back into the fridge went the steaks. 

... Of course, she had known, when she married Warren Stark, that his work, 
as a private investigator, would keep him away from home... some of the 
time, but lately, it seemed that most - if not all - of his evenings had 
been spent away from home. He'd told her it had been necessary... that the 
case he was working on, involving a night-club singer's murder kept him 
going to various clubs, shadowing the suspect, gathering information on 
him... and finally getting evidence and a motive that led to his arrest. 
There had been a big splash in the newspapers and on TV about the case, but 
there had been no mention of Warren's work on it. Ella wondered about that. 

Warren had explained it to her. "Actually... I don't want that kind of 
publicity. I'd rather let the police take the credit... so I can work... in 
the background!" 

"It seems unfair... " 

"Maybe... but it's like being an undercover agent... you don't want too many 
people to know who you are... " he went on. "Anyway... I get my fee... and 
that keeps the world going around for us!" 

... But you're away so much... at night... " It was a plaintive plea. 

"Hell... that's part of the job! You knew that... when we got married!" he 
barked. 

She hadn't wanted to start an argument over it, again, so she backed away 
from it. Anyway, the skirmishes had been going on... ever since they'd 
gotten married, two years ago. 

Warren was older than she was... quite a lot older, really. He was 
thirty-six, a few days before their wedding... and she had been about six 
weeks short of twenty; however, nothing would change her mind about marrying 
him. She had been sure that their difference in ages would never be a real 
problem. 

Well... she had been mistaken. Warren had been a bachelor for too long to be 
domesticated easily. His habits, his working schedule and his attitudes were 
too deeply ingrained, and Ella, in her naivete had thought she could change 
him. 

It was sheer foolishness, she had found out... especially when she had had 
to face the reality that Warren could - and probably did -on occasion, hop 
into bed with some other woman. She remembered her disbelief... that first 
time, when she had become suspicious of him. Her husband had denied it... 
but there was the evidence: Lipstick... the dark hairs on his jacket... but 
even more damning, when she found them the next day in his car... was the 
diaphanous bra... and the sheer, nylon panties! He lied to her. She was sure 
of it... when he had told her, blandly, that it only seemed to look 
damaging. It had all been a part of his work! 

Fervently, she had wanted to believe him, and in a way, she did; after all, 
she loved her husband, hating what he was doing to make a living and not 
wanting these things, he explained so easily, to come between them. In the 
end, he always ended up taking her to bed and making passionate love to her. 
Warren was a virile, potent man... and if he were engaging in some 
clandestine, extra-marital sex... it sure didn't affect his desire for her. 

In a way, that was the trouble. He was almost more than she could handle... 
as far as sex went. It seemed he was always wanting it... wanting to make 
love to her... sometimes at the oddest times... 

Unbidden, her luminous China-blue eyes brimmed over with tears, remembering 
how it had been just two nights ago. Ever since they had been married, 
Warren had been trying to make love to her in ways that seemed unnatural... 
even perverted to her, but she hadn't reached the point, yet of letting him 
do some of those revolting things. Then, as she had thought about it, she 
had decided... If I'm going to keep my husband... keep him from straying... 
I'd better learn to... d-do... some of those far-out things. 

She tossed her long, golden blonde hair back over her shoulders, using her 
hand to brush some of the stray hairs back as she went about getting her 
lonely meal ready. 

Gulping down his dinner, that evening, two nights ago, Warren had rushed 
off, telling her that he had a good lead on some new evidence. It was a 
currently hot case he was working on, and his interest in it was intense. 

... But, it was when he had arrived back home, at three in the morning, that 
she remembered most painfully. She had heard him park the car, in the 
carport; glancing at the bedside clock, she had noted the time. It was an 
ungodly hour. Somehow she resented it. Why can't he work at an eight-to-five 
job... like most other people do... ? It was her strait-laced, comformingly 
structured mind at work. 

As Warren came into the bedroom, the reeking fumes of alcohol preceded him. 
He was drunk, again. Ella sat up in bed and snapped on the bedside lamp, her 
deep-seated feelings of resentment rising even higher in her. He reeled over 
to the side of the bed and flopped down on the edge. 

"Hello, darlin'... I'm home!" he smiled, crookedly. 

"It's about time!" she said, coldly. "It's after three in the morning." 

"Sure... I know what time it is!... And you ought to be glad to see me! I 
got it all wrapped up... tonight!" 

"Why don't you tell me about it... in the morning... when you're sober!" 
Ella suggested, stretching out again, and pulling up the sheet. 

"Hey! You don't get it... baby! I got something to celebrate about!" He 
reached out for her, roughly, to take her into his arms. "... And I'm going 
to wind up the celebration... with you!" 

"No... please! Wait Warren... until later!" 

Instantly, his anger boiled over. "Like hell... I'll wait! I came home to 
you... like a good husband... and I'll be damned... if I'll be put off!" He 
hauled her up to him, forcefully slamming his mouth down on hers, like some 
savage animal, his tongue splaying her lips, as it shot into her mouth, 
exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth. 

... But, Ella was having none of that... at that horrible hour of the 
morning and with her husband in such a drunken state. She tried to writhe 
away from him, to escape his mauling hands on her body and his plundering 
tongue in her mouth. 

Finally, she could twist her head away, breaking the unwanted kiss, and 
pleaded with him. "Darling... Warren, darling... please... wait...?" 

Her husband had pinned her to the bed. She was helpless. His hands were all 
over her, at first he pulled the sheet from her, then her filmy nightgown. 
She was stark naked, on the bed... but still she resisted him, stoutly, as 
he clutched and squeezed at her soft, sensitive flesh, his fingers digging, 
cruelly, into the pliant mounds of her full-orbed breasts. He was like a 
madman... and she didn't know how to cope with him. 

Then, as she had watched in helpless horror, Warren had pulled off his own 
clothing, stripping himself naked in a matter of moments... and she saw his 
fully erect penis, standing out, rampantly, from his hairy loins; it was 
throbbing, hotly, with his sudden, furiously insane passion. She knew then 
that there was no escaping him. He would take her by force... make her do 
it... with him... whether she wanted to, or not. My God! My own h-husband... 
is going to r-rape me! 

Warren dropped his weight down on his wife's cringing body, wrenching her 
fear-trembling thighs apart and pressing the white, lusciously-tapering 
columns back against her breasts. He was breathing hard, and animal-like 
grunting sounds came from deep in his throat. 

Desperately, she begged him, further. "OOoohh, Warren...! Please... ? 
N-Not... this way! Please... D-Don't d-do it t-to me... like this!" 

"Not this way... my way... or any other Goddamned way... I suppose... if you 
had your way about it... isn't that right...?" he growled. 

"No... th-that's not... t-true... " 

"Bull crap! You just don't like sex... and that's what keeps me the most 
frustrated son-of-a-bitch I know!" he spat, his handsome face a leering mask 
of lust, as he added, "Christ! I was getting laid more... when I was 
single!" 

Wedging his hips between her lovely thighs, he snaked his hand down between 
them to grasp the pulsating shaft of his massively hardened cock. Abruptly, 
she felt the smooth, blunt head of his penis, as he used it to spread the 
soft, tender flesh of her cuntal opening. Then, crudely, he drew the bulbous 
head up through her unprepared furrow, to find her tiny clitoris, hidden in 
its fleshy folds at the top of her female slit. 

"Oh, God... Warren... why are you d--doing this t--to me...?" she sobbed. 

He had laughed a hard, cruel laugh. "Because... Mrs. Stark... I've got a 
Goddamned right to fuck you! You've turned me off... with so many damned 
excuses... that I'm fed up... right to my eye-balls!" 

Rubbing the satin-smooth head of his cock against her clitoris, savagely, 
sending little, jolting spasms of unwanted arousal through her and reveling 
in his debasement of his lovely wife, he went on, "And, now... I'm going to 
fuck the hell out of you... for the last time, maybe... but baby... you'll 
know you've been fucked!" 

Ella tried to make sense out of his drunken, coarse language... and the 
message that came over to her was: He's thinking about... I-leaving m-me! 

"Warren! Oh, Warren... darling... you know I-I love you! I couldn't stand 
t--to... lose you!" 

"It's getting pretty damned late... to be worrying about that isn't it...?" 
he spat out, thickly. 

Then, with drunken, unfocusing eyes, her husband had looked down at her 
wide-splayed loins, placed the lust-inflated head of his cock at her vaginal 
opening and lunged into her with all his strength, to drive his aching prick 
deep into the softness of her cringing, unready cuntal passage. 

"AAAaaaaaauuuuuuoooooohhhhhh!" she had cried out in pain, as his impaling 
shaft had gored deep into her tender belly. She felt as if some medieval 
instrument of torture had been poked into her... after having been heated to 
flesh-searing temperature. 

It seemed to her that his plundering cock had torn into her, scraping the 
tender walls of her vagina raw... and she could feel the abraded flesh of 
her cuntal sheath as it was squeezed and pulled, desperately, around and 
ahead of the throbbing, bulbous head of it. It was horrible for her... and 
all she could think was: It's Warren... my husband... d-doing it!... But, 
she couldn't believe it! 

With a desperation, born of fear, she attempted to squirm her hips down and 
away from the impaling shaft of his lust-filled prick... but there was no 
escaping it. He kept pushing deeper and deeper, forcing it into the warm, 
unreceptive depths of her vagina, rolling waves of her tender flesh before 
his rampaging cock. 

Lying there, helplessly dominated, under her husband, Warren, she shed tears 
of pain, shock, humiliation, feeling as if she had been split in two, by the 
forcefully brutal entry. Worse, though, she wasn't able to understand his 
horrible reasoning... an insane reasoning that had led him to this 
unnecessary and cruel rape. 

"Oh, God... Warren!" she groaned, as he had pressed her thighs back even 
farther and began to grind into her with animal-like, rutting thrusts. "Take 
it... ea-easy...! Please... d-don't h-hurt me... anymore...!" Oh, God...! 
Why... Why... WHY? 

In Warren's drunken, alcoholic daze, he was in no mood for gentleness, as 
she lay under him, completely helpless... defenseless against his merciless 
ravishment. He pounded his huge thick cock into her with pulverizing force, 
while his hands roughly kneaded and dug into the softly resilient flesh of 
her breasts. She knew, without doubt, that his cruel hands were bruising the 
tender breast-flesh, and she whimpered in pain, beneath him. 

Unmercifully, he thrust in and out of her now moistening cuntal sheath, 
paying absolutely no attention to her wailing tears and pathetic pleadings, 
skewering her even harder to raise additional whimpers of pain with every 
goring in-thrust. 

Then, up inside of her, she felt it; it was the kindling warmth of sexual 
arousal, and she found herself attempting to move her hips up against him, 
wanting his plunging cock, now. She was sore, her delicate tissues, inside 
her vaginal passage burning with the abrasions of his abrupt entry into her 
unprepared cuntal sheath. It hurt beyond reason... but still she felt 
suddenly afire with a great keening sensation that was growing with building 
pressure to an ecstatic sensuality. It seemed as though she could feel every 
hardened ridge of his ferally throbbing shaft... and it was getting bigger 
and bigger, expanding and pulsing deep inside her belly with every ramming 
stroke. 

Her whole mind and body concentrated on it then. All she could think of was 
its enormity and the rapture it gave her, as he rampaged deep into her, his 
hardened cock seeming to soar high up into her, filling her completely with 
its potently turgid massiveness. 

Ella couldn't believe that it could happen... lying beneath her husband... 
being forced, against her will -- raped was the right word, she had decided 
- and being brought to the heights of rapture by it. God! It was building... 
building... and she knew it could happen. 

But it didn't! 

Suddenly, Warren stopped. He held himself rigid and immobile over her, his 
face contorted with a mask of pure lust as his expanding cock spewed forth 
its liquid cargo of hot, white sperm. She felt the jerking motion deep up 
inside her as his ejaculation pumped wildly to splash his cum deep up into 
her now hotly accepting vaginal passage. 

"Oh, God... Warren... darling!" she wailed desperately. "Don't... st--top... 
now!" 

She had squirmed her throbbing pussy up against him as she lay helplessly 
frustrated under her husband, trying to re-establish the lost rhythm... to 
regain the ramming potency of his hard cock deep up inside her. Then, she 
was clutching at him, as she realized that he had cum to his orgasm... and 
that now his hard tumescence would disappear... leaving his cock a flaccid, 
useless -- to her - tube of softened male flesh. 

"Darling... darling... p--please... keep it up... a--and... " 

"AAaauugh!" he grunted, concerned only with his own satisfaction, as he 
reveled in the ecstatic sensations of his spewing cock. 

Then, her husband collapsed on top of her. He was relaxed, satiated, and no 
sooner had his head lowered to the pillow than he drifted off to sleep, his 
hardened shaft of flesh, sunk deeply in her needful cuntal passage becoming 
rapidly detumescent... and there was nothing for Ella Stark. Nothing! 

Squirming from beneath Warren's sleep-deadened body, she rolled over to her 
side of the bed, shedding hot tears of real sexual frustration. OOoooh! I 
was getting... s-so close! 

She lay there, wide-eyed, miserable, her abdomen blood-swollen and aroused, 
attempting to sort out her thoughts, but her mind whirled in chaotic 
disorganization. She was unable to pin down anything important... except 
that she knew now that everything in her marriage would come tumbling down. 
H-He threatened... t-to leave m--me... 

Finally, after hours, it seemed, she slept fitfully, awakening once at 
daybreak to pull the sheet up over her snoring husband. 

At mid-morning, when Warren finally got out of bed, showered and came into 
the kitchen where Ella was seated drinking a third cup of coffee, he was a 
different man... from the maniac, who only a few hours earlier had raped 
her, unmercifully. 

"Good morning, darling," he said rather sheepishly, "I guess I really got a 
snoot full... last night... " 

Ella looked up at her husband, unsmilingly, "You were drunker... than I've 
ever seen you!" 

"I don't even remember driving home... " he said. "Lucky I didn't have an 
accident... or something... " She looked up at him, disbelieving. "Y -You 
don't remember..'.?" 

"No... I can't seem to remember anything... after about two in the 
morning... everything else is blacked out!" 

"Then... you were drunker... even than I thought.'..!" My God! Then... he 
doesn't remember... wh -- what he d-did to m--me...! 

She stared at him, not even knowing what to say... or even to think. 

"What's wrong... Ella?" Warren asked. 

"N-Nothing... nothing at all...!" she said, covering up her astonishment. 
"What would you like to have for breakfast?" 

"Some tomato juice... to start off with." 

She had to believe it. He doesn't remember...! 

But there is some truth... even in the words of a drunken man... And... he 
inferred... h-he was going to leave me... I But, maybe now... I've got 
another chance... t-to be... the kind of... loving wife... he w--wants me... 
to be! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"But you don't understand, Ginger... " Walt explained. "Mark's ironing out 
the details now... on the Championship bout... and it'll probably come 
off... in about two more months!" 

"Then you are going to stay here... to train for it?" she queried, surveying 
him through dark grey eyes, her brow wrinkled in a frown. 

"I have to... this's where Mark wants me to work out... " 

"Well... do we have to stay here in Carmel?" Ginger tossed her jet-black 
hair, as she swept her eyes around the apartment, Walt had picked out for 
them. 

"No... not really... " 

"I'm going to find a place I like!" 

"Do you mean... you're going to stay... this time?" 

"Yes... darling... but I'm going to live in the kind of place I want... 
instead of this!" She was derisive. 

"Okay... go ahead!" Walt couldn't believe what he had heard. His wife was 
really going to stay with him... and maybe... just maybe, he could convince 
Mark that living like a normal man, with his wife, while he was training... 
wouldn't hurt him. Hell! Sex burns up less energy than boxing one round... 
and it'll sure make me a lot happier... to have Ginger with me! 

Of course, Walt knew that his wife was headstrong, and that there was a 
strong streak of selfishness in her... but he overlooked those two things, 
in favor of something more positive, for Ginger was definitely a sexy 
woman... beautiful almost to perfection and she did try to please him... 
most of the time. That's why Walt put up with the rest of it... otherwise... 
But, Damn! Kim's something else... a real sex-pot! 

Guiltily, he remembered what that little session with the hot blooded girl 
had resulted in... and he wasn't pleased with himself, at all! But, 
Christ... I was desperate... for a piece of ass! That's why he was so glad 
that Ginger was going to stay with him. I won't have to go looking for it... 
It'll be right there... when I want it! 

Walt hadn't told Mark Daley about the blackmail thing... at least not yet; 
he was waiting to see what Warren Stark would come up with, as far as 
finding out who it was... then, he'd turn it over to the police and the 
Boxing Commission. Goddamn it... if I told Mark... he'd blow it wide open... 
and I can't let him do that yet! Those damned goons said they'd kill me... 
if the police were brought in on it! 

There was no doubt in his own mind about his courage... or lack of it. It 
just wasn't wise to match his fists against a bunch of gun-carrying hoods. 
If I ever get the chance, though... However, it was unlikely that he'd ever 
get a chance at one of them, alone; they always came in pairs. 

And, of course, he hadn't told Ginger, for very obvious reasons. Damn... 
when they get to her... finally... there's going to be all hell to pay! 

* * * 

Ginger went apartment hunting. She found exactly what she wanted... in 
Miramar! 

Walt was appalled when she told him... on two counts: The location! Christ! 
Kim Carson lives down there... somewhere! He tried to fix the location in 
his mind but drew a blank. Secondly: The price he was going to have to pay 
for a fully furnished apartment made him flinch... but he wasn't going to 
object. It would end up in an argument, so he just bit his tongue and said, 
"Okay, darling... if that's what you really want... we'll rent it and move 
into it... " 

"It's a lovely place!" Ginger gushed. "... And it's in a perfect location... 
with a view of the ocean." 

They moved in the next day. 

* * * 

"I've just come to California... " Ginger confessed to the blonde-haired 
woman who sat across from her. 

They were in a plush cocktail lounge, drinking a leisurely martini... at 
Kim's invitation. Kim had spotted Ginger Kincaid that afternoon in her 
favorite hairdresser's salon. 

Like many prostitutes, Kim didn't really like men. She tolerated them... but 
she really got her best kicks with women. Actually, she swung both ways, 
almost equally. Men provided her with the necessities... and many of the 
luxuries of life... but with another beautiful woman... 

She had found it easy to strike up a conversation with the black-haired 
beauty who was obviously a stranger. Ginger was appreciative of her easy, 
friendly ways, the sparkling conversation... the invitation to an afternoon 
cocktail... and so, there they were. Kim seemed to have a sixth sense about 
things like this. She knew it would be easy to get her new friend up to her 
apartment. After that... well... Kim knew what to do... It would be a nice 
afternoon interlude before the evening's work. 

"I just know you'll love it, here!" Kim told her, her grey-green eyes 
smoldering over the rim of her glass. 

Ginger felt a little uneasy, but she decided that it was just 
friendliness... and the alcohol that caused Kim's eyes to do those things. 

And, later... after the second round of drinks... when Kim made the pitch to 
her... about coming over to her apartment, to relax... listen to some wild 
records... and get to know each other better... Ginger had some second 
thoughts. She really should be home when Walt got back; he'd had to go into 
Oakland for some kind of conference. 

"You can leave... any time you want to... but I think it'd be groovy... you 
know... " but I think it'd be groovy... you know... " Kim smiled, 
mysteriously. 

In the back of her mind, Ginger knew that she was being picked up... yet 
there was something perverse in her that told her to go along with the 
act... experience something new! It was her headstrong stubbornness getting 
in the way of rational thought. If I don't like the way things are going... 
after we get to her apartment... I'll just walk out!... After all... she 
couldn't force me to do... something I didn't want to do! 

And there was her curiosity. She'd heard of women who loved other women... 
but except for a passing attraction another girl had for her... when she was 
in high school, Ginger had never experienced a woman--woman relationship. 
She remembered that Roanna... that girlfriend, back in Illinois, had wanted 
to rub and massage her breasts... and there had been some kissing. It hadn't 
gone beyond that. Still... as memory flooded back, she had known, even 
then... that they had been on the verge of discovering more of their 
sexuality. There was the warm tingle in her breasts, still remembered, when 
Roanna had kissed them... and that uncomfortable, moistness between her 
legs... and yes... there had been sexual stimulation. , She knew now... what 
it had been. 

Roanna had moved away, she thought... or was it that she had discovered 
boys. They were more exciting, and it hadn't taken Ginger long to, find out 
why... She hadn't thought about women as sex-objects... until this very 
moment... when Kim had suggested going to her apartment... to get better 
acquainted! She was not that naive! She knew what the implications were in 
that loaded invitation! 

In Kim's apartment they shared another drink. Ginger was beginning to feel 
the effects of them; her head whirled, eyes refused to focus properly... and 
she felt exhilaration and a high sense of adventure... as she wondered when 
things were going to start happening. Churning, warmly, in her belly was a 
tiny spark of anticipating sensuality, waiting there to be fanned into 
full-blown passionate desire. It was a new feeling; one she had never before 
experienced. 

They chattered... listened to a record or two... and then the drinks were 
finished. Kim put her glass down on the low coffee table, decisively. 
There's no point... in wasting anymore time! 

Direct as always, Kim, seated on the couch next to Ginger, leaned over to 
her, put her arms around the black-haired woman and kissed her, using her 
tongue, worming it, gently, between the other woman's lips and into her 
mouth to dart, exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth. 

Even though she had expected it, when it came, Ginger was surprised... and 
shocked. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, succeeding, finally, in 
twisting her mouth to the side to break the deep, warmly passionate kiss. 

She gasped, "Really... Kim! Wh-What... are you doing? What do you... 
w--want...?" 

"You know what I want! You!" Kim hissed her grey-green eyes burning into 
Ginger's dark orbs, as her tiny, warmly avid hand went out to caress the 
fullness of a soft breast through her clothing. 

"Do you... m--mean .-,.?" 

"I want you... your lovely body! I want to... make love to you!" Kim told 
her, her voice husky and low. 

Suddenly, in the face of the other woman's savage desire, she felt panic... 
and fear, a fear that she had overstepped the bounds... that she was in 
deeper water than she could handle. 

"I-I couldn't... do that!" Ginger gasped. "My husband... I-I... " 

"He'd never need to know... " 

"... But... I-I love... him!" 

"Men! What do they know about love... about what really turns a woman on... 
? 

"It j-just seems... so... " 

"Wrong...?" Kim finished, tossing her blonde hair back. "You'll never 
know... what it's like... to be turned on... really... until you've been 
loved... that way... by another woman! Because she's a woman... she knows 
what to do... what not to do... " Then, as Kim's hand drifted down across 
her flat abdomen and began to squirm its way down into the angle of her 
thighs, pressing in against the curling, down-covered mound through the 
light layers of her clothing, Ginger felt a sudden, leaping thrill-sensation 
surge warmly through her loins, seeming to center down there, between her 
now trembling thighs, signaling a prelude to forbidden pleasures. Her body 
wanted to leap for joy... to plunge in... experience all, but her reasoning 
mind was there, censoring the lewdly lubricious, sexually oriented signals, 
telling her: This isn't what you want... really! Remember... you can just 
walk away from it! You promised...! 

Ginger's own hand followed Kim's, grasped it in an attempt to pull it 
away... stop the other woman from going too far. Desperately, she murmured, 
"I've got... to g-go home... be there... when my husband... " 

"Fuck your husband! He can wait... his turn!" Kim spat, her lips twisting 
around the obscenity, lewdly. 

Ginger was shocked. She had never heard a woman use words like that! She had 
heard the crudity from boys she had gone out with... and from her husband, 
Walt, but no woman she had ever known had used the lewd word. Her face 
crimsoned with an unbidden blush. She gaped at the delicately beautiful, 
blonde-tressed woman, in disbelief, who had rapped it out so brazenly. 

Seeing her shocked surprise, Kim went on, "I was married... once... when I 
was seventeen... too damned young... to know what was going on! All men are 
alike... I think... All they want to do is screw! Climb on top of you... 
shove a hard cock between your legs... ramming it into your cunt... whether 
you're ready or not... and not giving a damn whether you want it! All they 
care about is then-own precious, male egos... thinking once they're 
married... that they own you!... Then... they'll just fuck you... shoot 
their load into you... and if you cum... it's good... but if you don't... 
Well, tough titty! Then... you're left to worry... about pregnancy... and 
not cumming... while the big, selfish son-of-a-bitch... goes to sleep... 
leaving you with nothing but a sore cunt... and the possibility of getting 
caught with a baby!... And, all the time... what you really wanted was some 
real loving... not just fucking! There's a difference... and they're not 
very many men... who know how to love a woman!" It was a long tirade that 
Kim spat out in her hate and frustration, her vengefulness contorting her 
beautiful face as she spoke. 

Somehow, Ginger knew that she was facing a truth. She could have recited the 
same story... without the obscenities coloring it. There was an exception: 
She had tried to learn to respond to Walt... and thought she was working 
toward a good sex life with him... when he was home. But God... he's home so 
seldom!... Always going off to train somewhere... for a fight... leaving me 
alone... almost half the time! 

A flash of insight, the germ of an idea, began to ricochet around inside her 
skull. Maybe there was a partial answer, here... to the loneliness she 
experienced, when Walt was in training camp. She rejected the horning idea 
almost as soon as it materialized in her mind and became words. No! God... 
Wh--What am I thinking about... ? Take a woman... I--lover... when Walt's 
gone...!? No! NO! NOOOOOOOO! 

There was that moist warmth between her legs, the tremulant, keening 
sensations that were racing through her... and she didn't want it. 

Struggling to her feet, she swayed, dizzily, finding her legs shaky, almost 
unable to support her weight. She had to leave... get away from Kim... 
before... 

Soft, female arms were around her, supporting her... and leading her 
somewhere. Where? She was in a bedroom... being helped onto the bed... and 
Kim's voice came to her, soothingly, through the pounding in her head. 

"Everything's going to be all right... baby... " Kim crooned. "You'll see... 
It'll be out of this world... for you... " 

Looking down at the lovely woman on her bed, Kim Carson knew that it was 
time, now, to make it with the confused girl... give her something she'd 
remember. Hell... she doesn't know... what she wants... at this point! It 
had been easier than she'd thought... to get Ginger into bed. Of course, the 
drinks helped... She smiled to herself. But, maybe she was ready for it... 
and didn't know it! Like... maybe... it was lucky for her that I came 
along... and just sort of nudged her over the brink... It seemed to her that 
Ginger was hotter... more ready and more receptive than any woman she had 
ever seduced. 

Not hurrying, Kim stood up and began to take off her clothes, posing 
provocatively, seductively, as she did so... knowing that Ginger couldn't 
help but watch. She was a practiced expert . . 

Fascinated, in fact... almost hypnotized, Ginger Kincaid watched the other 
woman strip off her encumbering garments, to reveal the loveliness of her 
soft, clear-skinned body... the voluptuousness of her curvaceously delicate 
figure, and she wondered... even as she watched, with a feeling of revulsion 
for what she knew would soon follow... wondered what it would feel like to 
have another woman's body in intimate contact with her own. How... would it 
be... ? 

Then, standing naked, there, beside the bed, Kim allowed her hands to roam 
over her own body, reassuringly, cupping up her luscious, full breasts, 
caressingly, rolling the delicate, pink nipples to spiky erection; finally, 
a hand slit down across the flatness of her smooth white belly to the 
triangle of her pubic mound, lightly covered with curling, blonde hair that 
gleamed like polished bronze, where she slipped a finger into the moist 
pinkness of her woman's slit to tease at her own erectly alert clitoris. She 
shivered erotically, with the wild sensations her own finger caused. 

"OOooh... that's soooo nice... " she breathed. "Have you... ever done 
that... to yourself... darling...?" 

Mutely, Ginger affirmed it with a little wag of her head. 

Sidling onto the bed, beside her, Kim ran her hands over Ginger's softly 
rounded body, her warm hands sending tiny thrills coursing through her. 

"Now... let's get you stripped, too... " Kim cooed, beginning already to 
unbutton buttons. 

Not understanding why, Ginger allowed herself, dazedly, to be disrobed... 
even helping a little... until she, too lay on the bed stark naked. 

"Oh... lovely... " Kim breathed, stretching out beside the black-haired 
beauty of Ginger's equally luscious body, her hands going out to caress and 
fondle a full-orbed breast and reveling in the smooth pliancy of the soft, 
silky skin. Deftly, she teased a cameo-pink nipple into erect hardness, her 
mouth following to suck and nibble while her hand taunted at the opposite 
one. 

It all felt so good. The first electric contact of Kim's hands made her all 
shivery, the tingling sensations almost more than she could stand... and she 
knew, then... that there would be no retreat... no running away from it. She 
had to know... and experience, because now... she wanted more than anything 
else in the world; indeed she had passed beyond wanting... to needing. 

Once again, her mind, dictator-like, tried to haul in a close rein on her 
sensation-filled body, telling her to deny this forbidden experience. It's 
unnatural... perverted...! 

"Oh, God... Kim... I-I can't! I just... c--can't!" she strangled out. 

"Yes... you can!" Kim's voice was low, intense. "Let me teach you... Just 
relax... and let me show you how... " 

Turning Ginger to face her, on the bed, the more experienced Kim, clamped 
her body to the other woman's, mashing their breasts together, her mouth 
seeking and finding her lipstick-smeared lips and pressing her own sensuous 
mouth against them in a gently non-demanding kiss. She tasted the salt of 
Ginger's tears... and knew what it was the other woman was feeling, 
remembering the first time she, herself, had lain in another woman's arms. 

Gradually, Ginger relaxed against her, her arms going out to Kim, and their 
kiss was fired with passion. Kim's tongue snaked out, slowly, to run in 
sensuous, little circles, rimming her lips with sensation-producing 
lubricity. Busily, then her hands teased and taunted the other's curvaceous 
body, caressing, fondling, smoothing and massaging, swarming over her 
voluptuous contours, like a swarm of hungry insects, her own great need 
welling up in her, uncontrollably... But, she held back, not wanting to do 
anything that would disturb Ginger. Don't rush it... damn it! Get her worked 
up... to the point... where she'll be climbing the walls for it...! 

More and more, Ginger began to respond to Kim. There was an unaccountable 
thrill that she began to feel... an intensely erotic feeling that was being 
generated in her by the soft femaleness of her seducer's lovely body. Shyly, 
she rubbed her hands down Kim's smooth back and over the soft fullness of 
her buttocks. It was like caressing herself! 

Pulling away, slightly, she had a distinct urge to touch Kim's breasts. Her 
hand came up between them, and she cupped the other's velvet-skinned titty, 
caressingly, feeling it's softly resilient mound... that was so much like 
her own. She felt the coned out nipple, hard in the palm of her hand; 
then... Kim sighed, shudderingly, and she realized that she had been the 
cause of it. 

Now, their avidly hungry mouths were welded together in a mutual, deep kiss, 
as tongues darted in and out, tastingly, and their hands began to explore, 
caressingly: Kim with sure knowledge... and Ginger with the timid sense of a 
neophyte. All the while, the fires of sensuality in their loins raged into 
uncontrollable, licking flames of desire. Ginger moaned in helplessness. 
There was nothing more she could do to stop it, now... but desperately, she 
broke the deep soul kiss. 

"I've... n --never... cheated on my h--husband... " she murmured, trying to 
make one last, feeble protest. 

"But... I'd bet he's cheated on you!" Kim grated, vehemently. "Most men 
do... sooner or later... and they sure as hell don't think about you... when 
they're shoving a hard cock... between another woman's legs!" 

Kim's language jolted her, again, and she recoiled. That was the main reason 
she'd changed her mind and flew out to Oakland, from Illinois... after Walt 
had cancelled his own flight home. The fight was over. He had won it... and 
he was free on the town. Did he find another woman... and take her to bed... 
? Oh, I--I'll never know...! 

"... But it's almost... the s--same... " 

"It's not the same!" Kim shot out. "This is woman-woman love!" 

"I'll change... somehow... and he'll... " 

"No! You can swing both ways... just like I do... only I get more kicks when 
I'm with another woman!" 

"You mean...?" 

"He'll never know, darling... It'll be our secret!" 

Almost savagely, Kim recaptured Ginger's lips, her voracious mouth devouring 
the sweetness of them, while below, she thrust her own, white, curvaceous 
thigh up between the trembling, tapering columns of the black-haired beauty 
she had entrapped, spreading them apart and insinuating her loins in close 
until the two soft pubic mounds met, Kim's blonde-haired one grinding in 
against the curling darkness of Ginger's with wildly excited abandon. 

Reaching over her, Kim pulled the full orbs of Ginger's buttocks in tight to 
her, then that same hand, trailed downward in the soft, crevice, going in 
the back way, to find the moist pinkness of her vaginal opening. She paused 
there, slipping a tiny finger into the bedewed vestibule to moisten it 
before it moved onward to find her sensitively erect clitoris. She found it 
hard, throbbingly sensate, and with a woman's sure knowledge, rubbed it 
caressingly... and ever so gently. She smiled with lewd satisfaction, as she 
felt the convulsive shock in the other woman's body. 

Then, Ginger was aware that Kim, her woman-lover, was slithering down her 
body, while at the same time gently rolling her over to her back, splaying 
out her legs with her thigh, her mouth working hungrily on her aching 
breasts, kissing and sucking, moving the hardened nipples in and out of her 
mouth in a quick tempo, as she maintained a constant sucking pressure. 
Arcing sensations grounded in her loins as Kim's hands, too, kneaded and 
massaged at her curvaceous softness. Dimly, Ginger remembered that all of 
this was wrong... forbidden, but as her sensation-tortured nerve endings 
responded to the blonde-haired woman who was seducing her, she found it 
difficult to know why it was forbidden. She was filled with the most 
exquisite ecstasy she had ever known. Never had it ever been like this... 
with her husband, Walt! 

Uncontrollably, Ginger's hips began to undulate in tiny, grinding circles 
under her, as the delightfully erotic sensations keened, surgingly, through 
her, and she knew that it was the end of her resistance. Kim could do 
anything with her, now... 

"OOoohh... " she moaned, helplessly. "Oh... Godddddd!" 

Kim's hungrily teasing lips began moving down now, moistly, through the 
defile, between the soft mounds of her breasts, over her ribs, her flat 
belly, the agile, taunting tongue pausing to swirl in and out of her 
navel... and then Ginger felt her thighs being spread apart, by gentle 
female hands, to expose the palpitating flesh of her cuntal furrow to the 
other woman's salacious gaze. 

Crawling between Ginger's legs, Kim's hands kneaded the satiny flesh of her 
inner thighs, her mouth following... ever downward... and Ginger moaned with 
excited anticipation, as she divined what was coming next. 

Closer, Kim's mouth worked toward the pulsating, hungering portal of her 
cunt... and just before the other woman's soft mouth gained her exciting 
goal, Ginger had a disquieting thought. Somehow... she knew, in the instant 
that Kim's mouth made electrifying contact with her pulsing cuntal flesh, 
she would be changed... just as she had been changed when she had given up 
her virginity. Weren't lesbians different... somehow, from other women? 

Now, suddenly, it was there! That tantalizing, licking, lovely and 
soul-destroying tongue was there... teasing at her sensitive clitoris, and 
sending ecstatic sensations of sexual pleasure to her brain... and wildly 
stimulated body. 

... And then, as Kim's tongue danced little pirouettes on the palpitating 
bud, then shifted, after a moment or two, to dart sinuously into the liquid 
coralline portal of her cuntal passage, Ginger knew that there was nothing 
else like it in this world. It was a rhapsody of carnal sensation... but her 
taboo-instilled mind would not let go, even as her body responded, her hips 
gyrating up to Kim's mouth in mute supplication... wanting more of it... 
more of everything. 

"Oh, God... Kim! N-No! Nooooooo!" 

Pausing for a moment, Kim took her mouth away long enough to say, "It's 
yes... Baby... and you know it! Relax and enjoy it... all the way!" 

"... B-But... it's... d-dirty...!" Ginger wailed in anguish. 

"And, you've loved every minute of it... haven't you?" Kim countered, and 
her head sank down between Ginger's trembling, alabaster-white thighs to the 
sensate, pink flesh of her involuntarily pulsing cunt, her tongue plunging 
deep into the liquid depths of her lust-incited pussy. 

She thrust her tongue in and out in flicking, measured tempo, matching the 
rhythm that Ginger's grinding hips had already set, fucking in and out... 
almost like a man's ravaging cock. 

Beneath Kim's teasingly educated tongue, Ginger, unable any longer to 
control her body... or think a rational thought, knew that it was true! She 
had loved every minute of her seduction by the lovely, auburn-tressed Kim. 
God! She had to have it now... had to have that marvelous tongue doing those 
wonderful things to her... licking and sucking at her tremulous, 
sensation-seared cunt! 

Throwing all caution to the winds, conscious only of the arcing, 
high-voltage flash of desire that burned, sparkingly, in her naked, now 
upturned loins, Ginger cried out, in anguished desperation, "Oh, OOooh... 
OOOooohhh, yesssss! Kim... yes! M- Make me c-cum...!" 

Kim's mouth stopped, and Ginger heard her muffled voice ask, "You want me... 
to keep on... like this... until you cum?" 

"Y-Yes!" Ginger gasped. "Oh, yesssssss!" 

"Let's go that one better, Baby Doll! I'm hot, too... you know... so let's 
make it... together!" 

"Wh-What do you... m-mean...?" Ginger was desperate, her hips undulating up 
to find Kim's mouth, again. 

"Do each other... at the same time!" 

"H-How...?" 

"You just do the same thing to me... that I've been doing to you!" 

"... But I've n-never...!" Ginger cried. 

"Now's the time to learn, then!" Kim told her firmly. 

Quickly, Kim reversed her position. Her lovely, tapering thighs straddled 
Ginger's face, while her own head was poised over the darkly curling down at 
the cusp of her thighs. 

Startled, Ginger looked straight up into the moistly pink flesh of Kim's 
cuntal furrow, softly and sparsely ringed by her auburn pubic hair where it 
hung, tauntingly, only inches above her sensuous lips. Suddenly, it was 
clear to her what she must do... if she were to cum to her rapturous orgasm 
that beckoned her, just out of reach. 

They were in the sixty-nine position. Ginger had heard about it. It was the 
classic position of mutual, oral-genital sex... but never would she have 
thought that she would be doing it... in this bizarre position. God... How 
did I get into this? 

With a swivel-hipped undulation, Kim's vibrantly needful pussy came down to 
a firm, electrifying contact with Ginger's mouth; while, at the same time, 
her own head nuzzled in between the other's thighs again, to find her 
throbbingly sensate clitoris. Her tongue lashed out to lick the pulsing bud 
with voracious sensuality. 

Feeling suffocated, trapped, Ginger's first impulse was to scream... but 
when Kim's tongue contacted the quiveringly sensitive flesh of her cunt, it 
brought a long, mewling moan of complete sexual surrender from deep in her 
chest, causing her to lift her head up against the warm, fleshy furrow above 
her, her tongue darting out experimentally to find Kim's hardened little 
clitoris. Timidly, she licked at it... and felt the shuddering convulsion in 
Kim's body... that told her more eloquently than words the effect it had on 
the blonde-haired woman. 

Then, flicking her tongue into the moistness of Kim's vaginal opening, she 
was surprised to find the taste of it slightly pungent and not at all 
distasteful, and as Kim's tongue plunged in and out of her below, in 
imitation of a virile, fucking cock, Ginger began to match her, until they 
had established a mutual rhythm, their tongues a pair of surrogate cocks in 
their heatedly sensual cunts. 

... And, together, they spiraled toward the heights of release, as tongues 
licked and mouths sucked, hands grasped and caressed, hips ground and mouths 
gasped and mewled out moans and groans of mutual sex-pleasure. 

Suddenly, Ginger was mouthing words up into the moist cunt-flesh between the 
thighs gyrating above her. 

"OOooh! That feels... s-so good! Don't stop... doing it!" 

From below, between her own trembling legs, she heard Kim's counterpointing 
chant, dim and muffled. 

"Eat me! Eat me... good... darling! Eat my... hot little pussy!" 

Their bodies intertwined, heaving and writhing together, mutually giving and 
receiving, the two women arrived at the apogee of rapture, release in 
orgasm. 

Ginger Kincaid felt it begin, for her, in the exquisitely shuddering 
convulsions of her body that caused her to spasm in release, as wave after 
wave of ecstatic rapture broke over her sensation-filled loins, spreading 
through her in relaxing, euphoric impulses of pure sexual pleasure. 

"AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhh! IlI'mmmmm cuuuummmmmiiiinng! 
AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" 

Above her, Kim ground her hips tight against Ginger's face, with wild 
abandon, her voice mingling with Ginger's in an ancient chant of completion 
and satisfaction that announced the arrival of her moment of rapture. 

"OOOooohhhh, My Goddddd! Eat me! Eat me! Eat me! AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa 
uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!" 

Kim collapsed on top of Ginger, momentarily, then rolled off, reversing 
herself again to stretch out beside her, her arms going out to clasp the 
black-haired beauty to her and clamping her mouth to Ginger's in a long, 
deeply passionate kiss, as the last of the spasming, convulsive waves of 
orgasm left them drained... and satiated. 

"God! I flipped... right out of my skull!" Kim declared with a little gasp. 

Ginger could only moan, "OOOooohhh! It was... out of this world!" 

As Kim snuggled in close to her, her hands beginning to trail caressingly 
over her body again, Ginger began to regain some of her composure and her 
mind was functioning, attempting to sort out her new options. One thing was 
sure: she'd have to get away from Kim... go home, where she could really 
think things through. 

"Ginger, honey... we could really have a thing... " Kim murmured. 

"Kim... please... ? I've got to get home! It's getting late... and I've got 
to have time... to think... " 

"Then... I'll see you, tomorrow?" 

"I-I don't know... maybe... " Ginger told her, sitting up and gathering her 
garments. "I'm really... in a whirl... I can't think straight... about 
anything... " 

Kim didn't press her. She knew it was better that way... but next time... 

"Let me give you my address... and telephone number... " Kim suggested, 
reaching out to get pen and pencil from her purse. She scribbled her name, 
Kim... and her address, followed by her telephone number, and handed it to 
Ginger, who put the scrap of paper absently into her own purse. 

"You can call me... or come over... any time you want... " Kim added, 
"because... there's a lot more I can show you!" It was a mysterious promise. 

"Such as...?" Ginger asked, her curiosity rising. 

"Next time... " Kim breathed. "The next time... together!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The "conference" Walt drove up to Oakland for was with Warren Stark. He sat 
across the desk from the private investigator, while Warren ran down the 
list of information he had gathered so far. 

"I haven't been able to locate Kim Carson... yet," he told the boxer, "but 
she could be using another name." 

"Yeah... I hadn't thought of that... " Walt admitted. 

"Now, here's what I've got on Stan Rivers," Warren said, referring to his 
notes. "He was born in N. Dakota... about fifty years old. Bachelor... at 
least he isn't married, right now. Good rating with Dunn and Bradstreet... 
President of a pleasure boat building company... extensive holdings in 
electronics... and, this is important! He has a string of race horses... 
makes the racing circuit... and is a big better whether his horses are 
running or not... and... " Warren paused, significantly, "he's a fight fan! 
Attends almost all the important bouts!" 

"Which means," Walt said, thoughtfully, "if he's betting the horses... he's 
also betting on the fights." 

"Exactly!" 

"Is he into any of the fight stables... own any boxer's contracts... " 

"If he does... I haven't been able to dig it out, yet!" Warren grunted. "It 
would sure fit together... and all I'd have to do is connect one of those 
bully boys with him... and Kim... and we could bust it wide open!" the 
detective speculated. 

"... But, right now... there's nothing to tie him into it... is that right?" 

"That's the hell of it... I'm just making a wild guess!" Stark confessed. 
"There's not a damned thing to connect him with anything... except that you 
went to a party, that he gave! Which reminds me... he's a big party-giver... 
with a pretty good reputation as a cocksman! He's also been involved with 
some pretty well-known women... in the international jet-set!" 

"He really gets around, then... " 

"... And spends money, lavishly!" 

"Pays his income tax... " 

"Like a model citizen!" Warren affirmed. "He's clean... absolutely clean... 
and that's what bugs me!" 

"Then... maybe you're on the wrong track... as far as Rivers's concerned... 
" 

"I don't think so!" Warren snorted. "Here's a rough profile: Money... 
horses... women... gambling! Three weaknesses... that take money! Lots of 
it... and I don't think he makes that much money building pleasure boats... 
alone! There's got to be another source! All I've got to do is find out 
where the rest of his money comes from!" 

"Well... I hope you can!" Walt said fervently. "By the way I've moved... " 

"That's good... it'll buy us some time, while they're trying to find you, 
again!" Warren observed. "Where... " 

"Miramar area... " Walt told him. "Here's the address... " He wrote it out 
for the detective. "I don't have a telephone, yet." 

Warren was surprised. "Why the hell did you move down there?" 

"That's where Ginger wanted to live. She picked the apartment!" Walt 
defended. 

"Do you mean... she's going to stay here, now; "Yeah," Walt grinned. "She 
finally got some sense... I guess!" 

"... Or she's suspicious... " Warren suggested, cynically. 

"I don't think so... and I'm sure they haven't made contact with her yet!" 

"Let's hope not!" 

"Should I level with Ginger... tell her what's going on?" Walt asked, 
worriedly. 

"No! Not yet! I'd like to stop it... while it's just a conspiracy... and 
maybe we could keep it from her, completely!" Warren told him. 

"Okay... whatever you say... " 

Walt Kincaid left, and Warren stared at the closed door, wondering; I sure 
as hell hope that I've made the right guess! 

* * * 

Stan Rivers picked up the third telephone on his desk. Its number was 
unlisted and known to only a very few people. 

"Yes... " he barked into the mouthpiece. 

"Kelly... Stan... " the voice came over the wires to him. "We spotted 
Kincaid!" 

"Where?" 

"He's talking to a private eye... name of Stark!" 

"Okay! That's good! Now, this's what I want you to do. You got Schultz with 
you... " 

"Yeah." 

"Have him stick to Kincaid... find out where he's living now. I figure that 
wife of his must be here, with him... since they turned up a blank in 
Illinois!" Rivers instructed. "... and, tell him to let me know... 
personally as soon as he's got the address!" 

"Right!" 

"And, I want you, Mike... to pay a little visit to that private detective! 
Tell him it's time to bow out... or else!" 

"Should I give him something to remember?" Mike Kelly asked. 

"No... just warn him off... but you'll know what to do if he's not going to 
cooperate... " Stan told him. 

"Okay... we'll get right on it!" Kelly broke the connection. 

* * * 

Mike Kelly bulldozed his way past Renee Sole in the outer office and burst 
into Warren's office, taking him by surprise. 

"You Warren Stark... " he demanded. 

"Yes... what do you want?" 

"Walt Kincaid was just here... and I'd like to give you some advice... about 
what to do on his case!" 

"I can always use good advice... " Warren said mildly. "What is it?" 

"Nothing! Don't do anymore work for him... at all!" 

"He's given me a retainer... and I... " 

"Give it back!" Kelly grated. "Better yet... maybe you should take a 
vacation!" 

While the other man was talking, Warren made mental notes. He would know 
this man... any time he saw him, again. Medium build... five feet ten or 
eleven inches tall... brown eyes... scar on his forehead... long, straight 
nose... heavy lower jaw... long, oval face... and the sound of his voice, 
all registered in his mind and he would remember. 

"I don't have time for vacations!" Warren told him, leaning back in his 
swivel chair. He was relaxed but alert, waiting for a possible attack. He 
knew, now, that someone -- Rivers maybe -was worried, so they were trying to 
scare him off! 

"You're not listening very good!" River's man threatened. 

"Come off it, man... I've sat through hundreds of Grade B movies and TV 
whodunnits... where the big, tough guy warns the detective to lay off... and 
you're playing it worse than any I've ever seen!" Warren said, with a 
disarming grin. "Now... unless you've got some further business with me... 
I'd suggest you leave, now!" 

Kelly, caught off guard by Warren's unruffled reaction, gaped, staringly, 
for a moment, then turned to leave, shooting back, lamely, over his 
shoulder, "Okay... smart-ass... don't say you weren't warned!" 

"I'll get it down in my notes!" Warren Stark returned. 

When the unknown bearer of a warning from an equally, as yet, unknown source 
was gone, the detective heaved a sigh of relief, glad that there had been no 
violence. But, it was damned close... if I hadn't kidded him out of it! 

Intending to go home for dinner, since he'd been so busy for the last two 
days that he hadn't made it home... until the early hours of the morning, 
Warren headed for the parking lot. He was worried... not about Walt's 
troubles but his own. Hell! Things aren't getting any better between Ella 
and me... but if she'd loosen up a little bit and put a little zing into our 
sex-life... it'd sure help! Maybe, what we need is a good vacation... go off 
somewhere... relax... and get things ironed out... otherwise... we're headed 
straight for the divorce court! The hell of it is... Ella's basically... a 
sexy woman... she's got everything going for her... and, I love her... but 
she's not turned on! Christ... if only... 

Warren had almost reached his Mustang and was delving into his jacket pocket 
for the car's keys, when he became aware of a racing engine behind him. He 
glanced back to see a car bearing down on him. Instinctively, he jumped out 
of the way and rolled between two parked cars. The car, a big Buick, had 
just missed him... and as he picked himself up off the asphalt, he knew it 
was no accident. Goddamn! That was close... too close... and, it's either a 
second warning... or the damned guy was really trying to do me in! 

He hadn't had time to get a license number... but the face behind the wheel 
he'd know anywhere. It was the goon who'd burst into his office to give the 
detective some "advice". 

Forgotten was his intention to go home; instead, he drove to police 
headquarters, where he spent an hour or more pouring over mug shots. He 
found what he was looking for, and lodged a formal complaint against: Kelly 
John W., also called Mike, one former conviction for armed robbery; an 
extortion case was dismissed... for lack of evidence. There was a long 
string of assaults in his record, as well as three busts for bookmaking. 

"We don't have anything pending on him... right now," the duty Lieutenant 
told Stark, then asked, "What happened... " 

"He tried to kill me... with his car, in the parking lot of my office 
building!" Warren said vehemently. 

"Do you know why, Warren?" 

"I haven't the slightest idea," Warren answered, evasively. 

"Okay... well try to pick him up on this!" 

After all the details were taken care of... it was too late to drive home, 
so he drove South to Carmel... picked up a bite to eat at a drive-in and 
continued his search for Kim Carson, whom he was convinced was somehow the 
key to the whole situation. 

* * * 

It was around midnight when Warren hit pay dirt. He found a bartender in a 
plush bar who knew Kim, and a five dollar bill was enough to get him her 
telephone number. The rest was easy. He located the apartment building, 
checked it and found her apartment empty. 

Settling down to wait and watch, he was determined to see her... and get 
information from her one way or the other. 

A little after one in the morning, Kim arrived... with a man. Hell! She's 
picked up an all night trick! 

He made for the nearest pay telephone and dialed her number, sure that she 
would answer... if things weren't too far along. 

"Hello... Kim baby!" he said, slurring his words, purposely, "I'm here... 
all primed... an' ready for some fun!" 

"Who is this?" she demanded. 

"You don't know me, baby... I'm from out of town... but I heard 'bout you... 
an... " 

"But... what's your name... and what do you want... " 

"Name's Warren... Warren Stark... and I don't have to tell you what I'm 
after, baby!" he slurred. "... An' I got the money to pay for it with... you 
get me... " 

"It's late... and I... " 

"Yeah... I can guess... some other bastard beat me to the punch... for the 
rest of the night... right... " 

"Well... you know... " 

"Kick 'im out... and I'll be right over!" 

"No... you don't understand!" 

"The hell I don't!" 

"... But, maybe we could work something out... for tomorrow... " She hated 
to let him go... without making some arrangement... for later. 

"Tomorrow... afternoon... " he queried. 

"Yes... that'll be okay... give me a call... " 

"Sure, baby... I'll call you... 'cause I've got three more days... and a bad 
need... for some real fun and games!" 

"Around two... okay?" 

"That's perfect, Kim baby! You got yourself a date!" 

He hung up, quick, grinning his satisfaction. Well... I've got a date... 
that's going to be fun to keep! 

* * * 

Warren was on time. Before he went up to Kim's apartment, he put his .38 in 
the glove compartment of his car and clipped the little Beretta to the 
inside back of his pants waistband. There was no point in being completely 
unprepared. 

Kim greeted him at the door. "Warren... " she asked. 

"Yeah... and it's sure been a long wait!" 

She didn't let him in, just yet. "Where'd you get my telephone number?" Kim 
demanded. 

Stark told her the name of the bartender and the location of the place. "... 
and, it cost me five!" he concluded. 

Satisfied that he was not a vice-squad officer, she opened the door to admit 
him. 

"Do you quiz everybody... like that?" Warren asked. 

"Well... I've got to be careful, you know... " 

"Yeah... I suppose so... " he agreed, stepping in close to take her in his 
arms, to kiss her. 

She seemed to be reluctant, as he probed at her lips with his tongue, his 
hands moving down over the softness of her straight back to the rounded 
protuberances of her full-orbed buttocks and discovering in the process that 
she wore no encumbering bra or panties. His hands dug into the resilient 
flesh of them, hungrily. 

Twisting her lips away, Kim told him, firmly, "It's fifty dollars... in 
advance!" 

"You're lovely... " Warren told her with a disarming grin, "but you must 
have a cash register... in place of a heart. 

He watched her gathering frown, as she tried to work up some anger over what 
he had said; the frown turned to a smile, though, when she reached out for 
the fifty dollar bill he took out of his wallet. She had balanced it out, 
quickly, for herself... in favor of the money. 

Silently, she turned away, her walk studiedly provocative as she headed for 
the bedroom. Smart ass! I'll give him a quickie... and kick him out of 
here!" 

Warren didn't follow. 

Looking back over her shoulder at him, she said, "Well... the bedroom's back 
here!" 

"That fifty ought to buy a drink... too... " he suggested. 

"Okay... what'll it be?" She was disappointed that he wanted to delay. 

"Scotch-rock'll be fine," Warren grunted, dropping into a comfortable chair. 

Kim fixed the drinks and brought them. Handing him his drink, she sat on the 
sofa, facing him, tucking up her legs, her mini-shift riding up and giving 
him a clear view of her curvaceously tapered thighs and a flashing glimpse 
of auburn-tinted pubic hair to match the dark red of her carefully combed, 
lustrous hair. 

He smiled his lewd appreciation, and hoisting his glass in toast, said, 
"Here's to what makes the world go around!" 

"Sex... " she smiled. 

"No! Money!" He took a long swallow of his drink, then as he looked over at 
her again, he added, "It's the one thing people'll do almost anything for!" 

His remark made her feel uncomfortable. She tried to change the subject. 
"Did you come here... just to drink and talk... " 

"Hell no! I came here on business!" Warren told her, setting his glass down 
on the coffee table and getting up to strip off his jacket and tie, before 
sitting down, again, next to her on the couch. She started to cringe away 
from him, thinking she had made a mistake about him, after all. Twice 
before, she had been busted by vice-squad men, and she was frightened, 
momentarily, until he added, with a grin, "Your business... that is... " He 
took her, solidly, into his arms, and his lips sought for and found hers, 
but this time, it was her moist, pink tongue that came surging into his 
mouth, searchingly, as his hands began to explore the soft contours of her 
lush body. 

Cupping the resilient mound of a perfectly sculptured breast through the 
soft material of her dress, he kneaded it massagingly, and felt the tiny 
nipple spiking out hard and erect into the palm of his hand, while below, 
between his own legs, the natural and normal reaction began to take place. 

There was the crawling lift of his scrotum pulling his balls up close to his 
body and the throbbing fullness in his penis as it became blood-engorged in 
a growing erection. He'd have to hold himself back... if his plan for Kim 
were to work. Damn it... just concentrate on getting her worked up! 

He knew, from the past experience, that many prostitutes didn't allow 
themselves to become involved with their Johns; they just faked it all the 
way... made the guy think he was really getting a good lay, while she 
remained completely detached. Warren, consciously, tried to repress his own 
sexuality; at the same time he stimulated her, reversing the roles. 

Sliding his hand down across her flat belly, then out along the smooth, 
whiteness of a finely tapered thigh, he went in under the short length of 
her dress, allowing his warm hand to massage the soft flesh up the smooth 
inner side, moving upward, slowly, until he was rummaging in the angle of 
her thighs, caressing the curling fleeciness of her pubic hair; meanwhile, 
he was forcing her back, by slow degrees, until she was lying supine on the 
couch, beneath him, her legs straightened out, now, and parted slightly. 
Smoothly, he slipped a finger down into the moist warmth of her pussy, 
pressuring in through the fleshy folds from the top and parting the sparse 
adornment of hair, to find the tiny, erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. 
His finger rubbed at it, teasingly, gently bringing it to even greater 
hardness. Then, using two fingers, together, he drummed a tattoo up and down 
its short, pulsating length. He was rewarded by feeling the erotic spasms of 
it in her body and the tiny grinding undulations of her loins up against his 
taunting fingers. 

Suddenly, Kim gasped, twisting her mouth away, savagely, and moaning, "Damn 
you... you're not like most of the others... who just want a quick fuck! 
You've got to make like the great lover!" 

"I just don't like to... make it... really make it with the Johns... and 
besides... it takes up my time!" 

"Well... Kim, baby... you're going to make it with me... all the way!" he 
promised. 

"Let's go into the bedroom... then!" 

"Suits me... " Warren agreed, leaning back to allow her to get up. 

The detective followed her into the bedroom, removing his shirt and 
undershirt, as he walked, and watching the provocative sway of her hips. 

Once inside the bedroom, Kim whipped off her mini-sheath to reveal the 
voluptuous curves of her soft, womanly body. As she tossed her dress to the 
back of a vanity chair, Warren came in behind her, his arms going around 
her, under her arms, his itching hands clutching at the full, softly pliant 
mounds of her breasts, while his lips came down to kiss her delicately 
sloping shoulders and the nape of her neck. She shivered with delight and 
turned in the circle of his arms to press her nakedly curvaceous body up 
against him with a mewling moan of building passion. He felt the erect cones 
of her hardened nipples press in, tightly, against his own naked, hairy 
chest, while below her hips gyrated in tiny circles against the lengthening 
hardness of his almost fully erect, throbbing cock. 

Warren's hands swarmed over her, smoothing the svelte contours of her body, 
his strong fingers kneading the resilient, warm flesh of her full-orbed 
buttocks. Then, his mouth was on hers, his tongue bursting through her lips 
to probe deep into the honeyed sweetness of her mouth. He did it with more 
ardour than he felt... on purpose. I want her really hot to trot... before I 
really start working her over! 

After a moment or two, she broke the kiss and murmured, "I don't know why... 
I'm letting you do this... " 

"Because you like it... I imagine!" he grunted, walking her backward the 
short distance to the edge of the bed. 

As the backs of her knees contacted the edge of the bed, he pushed the 
auburn-haired beauty back onto it and stepped back. Quickly, he shed his 
shoes, socks and pants, leaving only his shorts to cover him, partially. 

Sprawling there on the bed, where he had shoved her down, Kim's legs were 
splayed, obscenely, and he could see the pink flesh of her pussy, glistening 
dully moist and palpitant in the dim light of the bedroom. 

Inside his shorts, his massive erection stirred and jerked involuntarily, 
and Kim's eyes were glued to the spot, her interest intense. 

This man's lips, tongue and hands had ignited a slow fuse that was 
sputtering away in her, and she was trapped in a morass of ecstatic 
sensations that raced through her voluptuous body in waves of erotic 
anticipation. The thing that really bothered her... and the reason she 
didn't want to become involved, this afternoon... was the telephone call she 
had received just before Warren arrived. It was Ginger who had called... and 
Kim had convinced her to come to her apartment that same afternoon. She had 
already agreed to having Warren there... but she hated to turn him away and 
lose the money. She hated worse the fact that he had turned out to be so 
ardent. Now... I'm all worked up... and I'll have to go through with it! Not 
that she didn't like the idea of being turned on by a man; she had been 
thinking of Ginger, and the delicious things she had in mind for her. It had 
been farthest from her mind that she'd be responding to Warren... but she 
was. There was nothing she could do about it... now... she just hoped that 
she could get rid of him... before Ginger arrived. 

A mewling hum of anticipation emitted from her throat, as her eyes devoured 
him, watching the lurch of the outsized bulge in his shorts. Then, her own 
hands, well-manicured and lotion-softened, slid, sinuously, up over her body 
to the full moons of her breasts, where her fingers played narcissistically, 
with the distended, berry-like buds of her nipples, the darker pink off 
their areolas drawing up in sensitive wrinkles of soft flesh. 

"God!" she moaned, finally, anxious for him to go on, now, "Get your shorts 
off... so you can start fucking me... with that big cock of yours!" 

While Warren had been watching her, he had reached back of him, to get the 
object he needed, from his shirt pocket. Now he held it behind him, a lewd 
smile of anticipation on his face. She's hot... already... and it won't be 
long... now... before she'll be crawling up the walls! 

Kim closed her eyes, expecting that he would be on top of her, digging and 
poking at her body and shoving his hard cock into her cunt. Then, he'd fuck 
her for all he was worth... until he came, frantically... and that would be 
that... 

... But, it didn't happen that way! 

She was caught by surprise, as the unexpected happened. Her body jerked, 
spasmodically, involuntarily, at the light tickle of something that was 
moving inch by torturous inch up the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner 
thigh, heading, she knew, for the pulsating portal of her cuntal passage 
that gaped open to him, because of her obscenely splayed thighs. 

Her eyes flew open, widening, as she gaped down to where Warren was leaning 
over her, a gaily colored blue and green peacock feather held in his 
fingers, lightly, as he twirled it teasingly on her vibrant, sex-tingling 
flesh. Instantly, she clamped her legs together. 

"What the hell... do you think you're doing?" she demanded. 

Warren grinned down at her, salaciously. "Getting you good and ready... for 
some wild fucking!" he told her, and went right on with his tantalizing 
torture of her, dragging it now up the valley of her close-held thighs. 

Instinctively, her hands flew to her pubic mound protectively, knowing in a 
flash that if he were actually to use the feather on her cunt there would be 
no end to her arousal... and she didn't want that. She still held the image, 
in her mind, of the expected pleasures she would have with the dark-haired 
Ginger... when she arrived. 

"My God, Warren... don't do that... to me!" 

"Why not...?" he grunted. "It feels good... doesn't it?" 

"Yes... but it's torture!" 

"Not really! This'll turn you on... like nothing you've ever had before!" he 
grated, intent on what he was doing. "So you might as well lie back and 
enjoy it... for a while!" 

Catching up her hands by the wrists in a steel-fingered grasp, he pulled 
them away from the pulsating slit of her pussy. 

"Now... open your legs!" he ordered. 

"No! I-I won't let you do it!" 

"I've paid you... in advance... you little whore!" he bellowed. "And, I'll 
do what the hell I please! Understand?" 

Kim understood. She slowly relaxed the muscles of her thighs, to allow them 
to spread apart for his idea of fun. It could be worse! she told herself. At 
least... he's not one of the weird ones with whips... and crazy clothes! 

The detective's triumph over her gave him a definite edge, now. Damn! It 
won't be long... until she's begging for mercy! Then... we'll see... 

Warren released her hands then and, focusing his full attention on what he 
was doing, began to tantalize her naked flesh with the peacock feather. 

Groaning with helplessness, Kim felt the teasing lightness of the soft tip 
of the feather, as it tracked tiny circles of fire on the smooth skin of her 
inner thighs, darting into the hollows on either side of her sparsely 
hair-fringed cuntal lips. She could have screamed with the excruciating 
torment as it moved, relentlessly, toward its obvious target, through a 
deviously torturous route. 

Inexorably, the feather in his hand moved closer and closer until finally it 
trailed into the coralline moistness of her vaginal furrow, fringed lightly 
with the soft auburn curls of her pubic hair. Around and around he twisted 
it, dipping into her cuntal opening, momentarily, only to drag it between 
the inner, petal-like lips that had begun to flower open with blood 
engorgement, and as he watched with lewd satisfaction he saw them begin to 
turn to a darker shade of pink. 

Never had Kim experienced such an ecstatically sexy, nerve-charged, exciting 
sensation. She writhed on the bed, her hips undulating up to that torturing 
feather, and her breath came in uncontrolled, short, sharp pantings, as she 
felt him thrust it, twirling, in and out of her moist cuntal passage, 
igniting searing flames of desire that raced, unchecked, in her nerve 
endings, like an all-consuming prairie fire, leaping before a strong wind 
and destroying all in its path. 

She was ready... and already she had had enough of the feather, as she 
became aware of the slippery, warm moisture that exuded from the inner walls 
of her vaginal tunnel to ooze in viscid droplets into her cuntal portal. 
God! She was on fire with a desire she had never before felt. 

"Oh, my God... Warren! Stop it! I can't stand it!" she groaned. "Stop 
playing around with me... and fuck me... damn it!" 

"Later... Baby!" 

Warren wasn't about to stop -- yet! He wanted her completely helpless... He 
twisted the feather farther into the moist depths of her cunt; then finally 
after long moments it left her vagina and pirouetted upward to dance through 
the sparse auburn fringe to the pulsating bud of her erectile clitoris, 
hidden in the defile of her womanly slit. He moved it, tormentingly, up and 
down the short length of the miniature phallus, coming to rest with a 
twirling motion on the sensitive triangle of its blood-engorged, sensitive 
head. She stifled a scream. Never, ever, had she experienced such exquisite 
agony... and joy, at the same time. She killed the building scream in her 
throat, because she wouldn't allow him to know that he had subjugated her 
with an insignificant feather. 

The peacock feather in Warren's hand danced teasingly on her throbbing 
clitoris for only a few moments, and just at the point when she was sure she 
could stand no more of it, the lust-inciting feather was suddenly gone. 
Then, she felt it trailing up through the fleecy softness of her pubic hair, 
across her abdomen and out over the flat, white plane of her smooth belly, 
dipping with a saucy twirl into the shallow depression of her navel and 
moving out to her groin to tantalize the soft hollows there. 

Suddenly, with a broad sweep, the teasing peacock feather was on her 
breasts, orbiting them in a figure eight, which grew smaller with each 
revolution, moving upward on the full mounds of her trembling white breasts 
until it circled the crowning, cameo-pinkness of her hardened nipples. 

Soft mewling whimpers began to come, unbidden, from her lips, as the 
torturing feather, still moist from the dews of her cuntal opening, moved in 
ever smaller circles, until it proscribed only one of the hardened, erectile 
nipples, playing on the crinkled flesh of the areola, then on the pink 
column of the tiny nipple itself, her quivering breasts set all atingle with 
the lascivious sensations it generated in them. 

Then, Kim found herself wriggling her shoulders, her torso writhing, as she 
attempted to shove her breasts up against the teasing tip of the feather in 
Warren's hand. Her body, already crazed with overpowering desire, wanted 
more... and yet more. 

She felt as though she were in a strong undertow, being dragged under water, 
and she was helpless in its grip. She was aware only of the throbbing ache 
of her loins that seemed to pulsate, radiating into her whole abdomen, the 
exuded, viscous moisture there making her even more expectant, the 
anticipation of what she expected to come to her... soon, stabbing excitedly 
deep into her very being. She couldn't wait any longer, it seemed... before 
she'd have to have Warren's big cock in her, filling her... fulfilling 
her... or she'd go out of her mind. 

Frantically, her hands clawed upward to the magnificent orbs of her breasts; 
against her will, she kneaded and massaged them, cruelly, pressing them up 
from her supine, quivering body, offering them to the torment like a 
sacrifice. 

Conscious control stopped... and she surrendered her body to the total, 
depraved enjoyment of the sensations the twirling, dancing feather 
engendered in her whole body that trembled with lewd anticipation. 

The teasing feather left her breasts, suddenly, and she felt it trace a 
salacious path down through the moistly perspirant valley between her 
mounding breasts to swoop down and downward again to the throbbing pink 
flesh of her searingly expectant cunt. She gasped with sheer ecstatic joy, 
as she felt the moist tip of it slide down through her auburn pubic hair to 
pause, momentarily, on her clitoris, where the twitching torment of the 
feather left her breathlessly writhing on the bed. 

Kim almost screamed with frantic frustration when it didn't stop there, on 
her clitoris; instead, she felt it plow lightly down through her cuntal 
furrow until it was running in tiny, orbiting circles around the brownish, 
puckered ring of her anus. The full moons of her buttocks spasmed, suddenly, 
as the tip of the feather nestled down between the orbs of white flesh to 
tantalize the sensitive flesh of her clenching rear passage. 

That was it! She had reached her limit of tolerance. 

"OOOOooooohhhh!" she groaned with agonizing rapture, as the unbelievably 
powerful sensations surged, uncontrolled, through her body. "Oh, Christ! I-I 
can't take any more, Warren! Stop it! Take that damned feather away! 
Please... ? Oh, please?" 

In spite of his resolve to hold back his own sexual arousal, Warren found 
himself breathing heavily as he half leaned and half crouched between Kim's 
widespread legs, torturing her with the gaily colored feather, watching as 
she writhed her full-curved hips, her clenching and unclenching anus seeming 
to claim the teasing feather as its own. It won't be long... now! He was 
gleeful... But the real fun'll come... when I finally get my cock in her! 
She'll go off like a Roman candle... on the Fourth of July! 

His massive cock throbbed achingly. It was jerking, involuntarily, with his 
need to get it shoved into her cunt and start fucking, but he had to control 
himself... keep himself from doing what she expected. This was a battle of 
sexual wills, which he, for now, was winning... and he wanted to keep it 
that way. 

Warren was aware that a tiny rivulet of clear, viscous lubricating fluid was 
oozing from the slit in his cock-head. Reaching down, he grasped the 
pulsating shaft of his prick and milked back the loose foreskin to reveal 
the fiery red crown, heavy with engorged blood; then, he used his thumb to 
spread the lubricant over the chunky throbbing head as, with the other hand, 
he kept the feather alive and dancing, twirling it up through her cuntal 
slit to search out again her clitoris, peeping out from its enfolding ridges 
of cunt-flesh. 

She screamed... loud! 

"Stop ! STOP! Please... ? OOOooohhh... please... stop?!" 

Now's the time! Warren leaned over her, staring straight into her 
tear-glistening eyes, still keeping the feather twisting tormentingly on her 
clitoris, and said, "You really want me to stop, Kim, Baby...?" 

"Yesssssssss! I-I can't take any... more of it!" 

"Okay... I'll stop... when you tell me who paid you to set-up Walt 
Kincaid... for a blackmail job?" 

Shock, surprise and anger all crossed her lovely face in quick succession, 
as everything seemed to come tumbling down for Kim. She stared at him, 
strickenly, then cried, "No! NO! I don't know what you're talking... about?" 

"... Ah, but you do... Baby! So... start giving me the answers... fast!" He 
dragged the feather down through her pulsing furrow and nestled it into the 
sensitive flesh of her anus again. "Who was it, Kim?" 

"Nobody!" 

"Then... are you the one blackmailing Kincaid?" 

"No! Oh, God... no! It's not me!" 

"Then, who?" 

"It's... " She stopped. 

"Who?" He lashed the feather deep into her cunt. "Who?" 

"It's Mr. Rivers... Stan Rivers!" she gasped. "Now... will you... stop?" 

Finally, with her last gasping words, the agonizing torment was suddenly 
lifted from her frustrated, aching cunt, leaving her breathless as the tense 
muscles of her body relaxed, slowly, and she lowered her upraised pelvis, 
feeling both a sense of relief and of disappointment in her nerve-tortured 
loins. The feather in Warren's hands had brought her to the highest level of 
sexual excitement she had ever experienced... and because of it she would be 
in mortal danger. Stan... told me... he didn't want his name connected with 
it at all! Mike Kelly... was going to handle everything...! If either of 
them... ever find out... that I spilled it... My God! I could get 
k-killed...! 

The peacock feather had served its purpose. Warren tossed it aside. "How 
much did Rivers pay you?" he rasped out at her. 

"Does that make any difference...?" 

"Yeah... I want to know how important this is to him?" 

"Two thousand... " Kim answered, feeling miserable. 

"Now give me a few more names!" he barked. "Who else's in on this?" 

"God damn you!" Kim spat. "Why don't you fuck me... Instead of giving me the 
third degree!" 

"Names!" he barked. "Who else?" 

"Mike... Mike Kelly... and another man... I think his name is Schultz... 
yes, that's it... Willie Schultz... " 

"Okay... the inquisition's over!" Warren told her, looking down at her 
sensuously squirming body, his eyes lewd and filled with pure lust for her. 
He couldn't help but feel jubilant, now that he- had the information he 
needed. "Now, we can get back to important things... like sex!" 

Standing to his full height, Warren Stark grasped her ankles and pulled her 
unresisting body toward the edge of the bed, until her buttocks extended 
slightly beyond the edge of the mattress. 

Quickly, then, he knelt down between her widespread legs and pulled her 
knees up over his shoulders. Now, his mouth hung just above her still wildly 
pulsing vaginal opening. Christ! What a gorgeous cunt! He gaped down at the 
narrow, moistly pink slit, its slightly irregular opening bedewed with 
viscous droplets of moisture and saw that it was visibly throbbing with her 
need. Hell... she's almost ready to pop! 

Through lust-crazed eyes, Kim looked down at him, where he knelt between her 
legs, and she could feel the warm palms of his hands against the softly 
tender flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. She knew his 
intentions, welcomed it and instinctively wanted to open her legs even 
farther to give him easy access to her painfully aroused cunt. She wished, 
dimly, that it might have been Ginger, her newest conquest, kneeling there, 
ready to lick and suck her... but since it wasn't, Warren would have to 
do... 

Then, fascinated, anticipating his next move, she watched as the detective 
lowered his head between her tingling thighs, while, involuntarily, her hips 
undulated upward to meet the delicious sensations his mouth would bring to 
her. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her body spasming, uncontrollably, as 
his moistly hot lips closed over her heated, pulsating cuntal mouth. Her 
vision blurred and her head pounded with her heartbeat, as he planted lewdly 
lascivious kisses on the tingling aperture of her wildly anticipating pussy, 
his tongue darting out to lash deep into the snug moistness of her quivering 
opening. 

Now, her own hands moved with sure, sensuous knowledge, caressingly, over 
the twin hillocks of her swollen, throbbing breasts, her fingers teasing 
again the erectile, cameo-pink nipples for a moment before they slid, 
sinuously, along her flat, white belly, until finally, they arrived at her 
groin, on either side of his lewdly sucking lips. 

Stroking herself gently, her soft fingers rubbed up from the hollows of her 
flexing groin to the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt, caressing all 
around them, until she could wait no longer; then, slowly, deliberately, she 
used her fingers to pull the pulsing lips of her pussy apart to allow his 
mouth the complete liberty of all her searing, moist furrow. She wanted 
all... and wanted to give all of herself to him. 

* * * 

Ginger Kincaid had known, almost from the first when Walt had met her at the 
airport, that something was bothering him. She had tried to find out what it 
was... but he was close-mouthed and noncommittal. 

Their love-making in these few days was middling satisfactory; that is to 
say... it wasn't spectacular. No fireworks... or the earth moving under them 
was theirs. 

Last night, Ginger had wanted to put her newfound knowledge to work, knowing 
that if Walt were to use his mouth on her, as Kim had... it would bring her 
vibrant body to exploding sexuality... but she didn't know how to bring it 
off... how to make her wishes known to him. In the end, she had said 
nothing. Walt had fumbled through the sex act, bringing her finally to what 
she knew now was only a lower level of arousal. She had climaxed... but it 
was not the earth-shaking thing it could have been... if only... 

There was a vague feeling of restlessness in her on that morning... a slight 
sense of frustration, balanced by the knowledge that it didn't have to be 
that way... as she remembered the afternoon before with Kim... remembered 
how the other woman's mouth had skyrocketed her to the pinnacle of rapture. 

Even though she had told herself that she wouldn't do it, she did. She 
picked up the telephone which had just been installed in their apartment and 
called Kim Carson. 

The two women chatted, and in the end Ginger had agreed to come to Kim's 
apartment. Ginger knew when she broke the connection why she was going. She 
debated the question with herself... but all the arguments of her rational 
mind couldn't prevail over the rising excitement in her body. The more she 
thought about it... the more aroused and inflamed she became. 

Finally, as it neared the time Kim had suggested, having told her that the 
"visitor" she expected would be gone already. Ginger was on edge, unable to 
wait any longer. She called a cab, gave the driver the address and rode the 
fairly short distance to Kim's apartment. It's wrong... and foolish... I 
know... but I've just got to see her...! 

Paying the cab driver, Ginger walked up the stairs into the modern apartment 
building and found Kim's door. 

She started to ring the doorbell, but noticed that the door was standing 
slightly ajar. Kim was expecting her... and maybe she left the door open... 
on purpose... Impulsively, she gave the door an inward push. It swung open 
to reveal an empty living room. 

"Kim...?" she called, softly. 

There was no answer. She stepped inside and called out again. She must be in 
the bedroom... A devilish curiosity took over. Do you suppose her visitor's 
still here... ? Then somehow it seemed important for her to know: Is her 
visitor a man... or woman... ? 

Closing the door firmly this time, Ginger walked farther into the apartment. 
She knew where the bedroom was and made unerringly for it, pausing to listen 
outside the door. 

She heard the moans of a woman caught up in passion. Her curiosity led her 
on. I'll just peek in... then I'll leave... and come back later... 

The bedroom door opened soundlessly... and Ginger saw that it was a man who 
was bringing such rapture to the auburn-haired Kim. 

The woman was moaning incessantly, and as Ginger watched she saw that the 
man kneeling between her whitely tapering thighs was using his mouth to suck 
and lick at her nakedly exposed cuntal slit. Kim's arms were pressed in 
tight against her sides, her eyes were tightly closed and her head flailed 
from side to side, her beautiful auburn tressed in total disarray as she 
responded to the man with unbridled ecstasy. Ginger knew that his mouth 
nuzzled up into the angle of Kim's thighs was generating all those 
delightful sensations reflected on her lovely face as his agile, taunting 
tongue flicked out, its soft tip searching for, then circling her 
palpitating clitoris. 

Ginger had really meant only to peek in then leave as she had promised 
herself... but now she stood rotted to the spot, unable to take her eyes 
from the hotly writhing body of the girl Kim on the bed. 

... And of course that slow-building need that had been with her all day and 
which had finally prompted her to come to Kim's apartment, burst into 
licking flames of desire in her loins as she watched. She recognized it... 
knew that she'd have to be fulfilled... but this is Kim's little party... 
with her man "visitor"! She knew she should have left -- right then. 

Under Warren's voraciously active mouth, Kim felt his lips suck at her, 
drawing the warm tender petals of her flowered-open cunt into the hot cavern 
of his mouth; then it was her clitoris that received the attention of his 
licking tongue. He drew the tiny erect bud up between his lips to suck it 
for a moment before finally taking it lightly in his teeth while his tongue 
teased its short length with sensuous flickings of his lingual member. She 
groaned out her pleasure from deep in her throat, mewling and purling as now 
the hot searching tip of his sinuous tongue worked its way up and down the 
narrow length of her soft pulsating furrow, beginning at her lower belly and 
pressuring its way down to the softly pliant opening of her hungrily 
clasping cuntal opening. Inexorably then, his tongue worked lower and lower, 
down into the crevice of her resiliently hollowing buttocks, pausing 
momentarily, to probe moistly at the tight puckered ring of her sensitively 
clenching anal opening below. She gasped with the erotic shock of it, and 
her hips ground up at him, wildly, begging for more and yet more of the 
same. 

Standing there in the doorway of Kim's bedroom guiltily watching, Ginger 
couldn't drag herself away... couldn't stop watching the lewd sex act. 
Almost hypnotically, her own hands sneaked up to her tingling breasts and 
caressed them through her dress. She had not worn a bra or panties, daringly 
knowing in the back of her mind her real reason for coming to the 
auburn-haired woman's apartment... Then her hands moved down, down and 
down... until they smoothed into the hollows of her groin, and one of them 
snaked over to cover her pubic mound, a finger then going into the fleshy 
fold of sensitive flesh to her already erect clitoris. Unconsciously she 
rubbed gently at herself through the light material of her minishift. Oh 
God... I'm getting so aroused... but there's nothing I can do... now... 
except... but she didn't like to do that... to herself... 

Kim's unceasing moans seemed to drive Warren's tongue faster and faster as 
he slaved away at her steamingly voracious loins. Damn! He wanted the little 
bitch begging for it... screaming in agony to be fucked when he was ready to 
shove his big cock into her. It was sadistic, he knew... and she was already 
more than ready as he had taunted her with the feather... and now with his 
mouth... But she'll know she's been fucked... when I'm through with her... 
because she'll blow her nuts... and just keep blowing! He liked it that way! 

Suddenly, the excitedly writhing girl reached out to entangle her fingers in 
his hair, guiding his face in tight to the palpitating vestibule of her 
cuntal passage, snugging him in between her wide-splayed legs... and he 
stabbed his stiffened tongue deeply into the moist depths of her vaginal 
opening; then he withdrew it to flick, teasingly, swirlingly, around the 
ragged coral-pink edges. 

With lustful sex-crazed strength she pulled his head in even closer, 
pressing his mouth directly over the thin vertical opening of her 
demandingly searing passage, and as his lips ovalled and covered the softly 
bearded mouth, he thrust his tongue into it, deeply, again flicking it in 
and out now to a set tempo, in imitation of a fucking cock. 

From deep in her throat emitted a low, guttural, animal-like groan, and 
below, her warm trembling thighs closed convulsively around either side of 
his slightly bobbing head. Kim was in a rapturous state, beyond all reason. 

Warren could feel clearly the moist flesh of her silky smooth vaginal walls 
as they slipped sheathingly around his long agile tongue, the lining of her 
cunt seeming to clasp pulsingly around it in a tiny milking motion of its 
own. Her heels, swung up over his back, pressed down hard, as she lifted her 
loins up to him undulantly, and he felt almost as though he were caught in a 
fleshy trap. She pulled him in so hard that he could barely breathe. 

For the several moments Ginger had stood there transfixed, she had 
concentrated her attention almost exclusively on watching what the unknown 
man was doing down there between Kim's lovely thighs', but now her eyes 
wandered over the kneeling man's body. It was trim and hard-muscled, and he 
was a big man, she decided; although not as tall or heavy as Walt. Then 
below, she saw the hardened massiveness of his erectile penis, spearing out 
from his hairy loins. It was jerking and throbbing wildly, and she could see 
the glistening droplets of clear viscous fluid on its fiery blood-engorged 
head. She gasped aloud, a tiny sound, but it cut across the other sounds in 
the room... the soft mewlings from Kim... and the obscene sucking noises 
that the man's mouth made as he lashed his tongue deep into the auburn 
fringed orifice of her seething cuntal passage. 

Kim heard it. Her eyes fluttered open to see Ginger standing there. Ginger, 
aware that her presence was known, turned in confusion to leave, her face 
turning crimson with her quick blush as she was caught in her voyeuristic 
role. 

"Oooh Ginger!" Kim breathed. "You're here... but don't go!" Instantly she 
knew. She wanted Ginger... too! Then to Warren she cried out imploringly, 
"Let me up... now... so I can do Ginger... while you fuck me... at the same 
time... please?" 

. "Warren stopped momentarily, looked up at her and asked, "Ginger... ? 
Who's she?" 

"M-My girlfriend...!" 

Warren looked around, startled, to see Ginger standing in the doorway, 
poised, ready for flight. Then he understood what Kim wanted as he saw the 
dark-haired beauty of the young woman... and appraised her luscious body 
that was barely hidden by the light mini-shift she wore. 

"Hell yes...!" he agreed. "It suits me fine... if she wants to... " Kim 
released his hair then, and Warren stood up while she scrambled off the bed, 
her lust-filled eyes devouring Ginger's figure. "You will... won't you... 
Ginger...?" 

"I-I don't know... Kim... " Ginger stumbled. "I-I'll come back... later... " 
She turned again to leave the room. 

Frantically, Kim scampered after her and trapped her in her naked arms. 
"Ginger honey... ? she pleaded. "I want you... and need you... too!" She 
felt her trembling body, her nipples hard and erect, poking into her own 
naked breasts through the light material of her dress and knew that the 
black-haired woman was aroused sexually. Then as her hands smoothed down 
Ginger's back, caressingly, to the full-orbed protuberances of her buttocks, 
she discovered that the other woman wore no panties either. 

Ginger moaned in her arms as Kim's mouth sought hers and kissed her deeply; 
then with gentle insistence, Kim moved her toward the bed, walking her 
backwards... until when they reached the edge of the bed, Kim laid her 
unresisting body down supine upon it. 

Helplessly, Ginger found herself on the bed, lying crosswise, and as Kim 
slithered down her body she felt her dress being lifted and shoved up to her 
hips; then as the beautiful auburn-haired woman pried her legs apart and 
crawled in between them, she knew she couldn't resist any longer. 

With an agonized moan of anticipation, she looked down to see Kim crouched 
between her legs, her mouth dropping down between her softly tapering 
thighs. Then, as the other woman's hotly moist tongue made electric-arcing 
contact with the sensitive flesh of her cuntal furrow she gasped aloud and 
raised her hips up undulantly in full submission to the highly erotic 
stimulation of her lashing tongue. 

Warren had waited the few moments none too patiently. His cock had been 
incited to a jerking rock-hardness... and he had held himself back purposely 
for too long already. Damn! His balls ached and he had to get his cock 
shoved into her... and start fucking now! If he didn't... Hell! I'll be 
shooting my cum all over the place! 

No sooner had Kim crouched down between Ginger's legs, her smooth white 
buttocks waving nakedly up behind her, than Warren moved in smoothly to 
stand in back of her, his hands reaching out, claw-like, to grasp her 
swiveling hips. 

With a frantic moan he flexed his pelvis forward as he used the power of his 
arms to haul her buttocks back to him; at the same time his wildly pulsating 
cock-head nudged into her heated vaginal opening. Then glancing down quickly 
to see that he was on target, he rammed his hugely throbbing cock deep into 
her cuntal passage in one powerfully smooth thrust. He felt her backward 
push against him and heard her gasp of pleasure as his pubic bone smacked up 
hard into the smooth crevice between her whitely trembling buttocks. 

Kim's agile, knowing tongue snaked out to lick insanely at Ginger's erect 
pulsatingly hard clitoris, concentrating on the tiny, sensitive head of it. 
The exquisitely racing sensations caused her to moan aloud; then as she 
heard Kim's sharply indrawn gasp, she looked up to see that the man Kim had 
called Warren was standing behind her woman lover's buttocks, a contorted 
look of pure lust on his face as he rammed his massive fully erect cock deep 
into Kim's warmly clasping vaginal opening. In that instant, she realized 
that she was now part of a three-linked chain with Kim being the middle 
length... both active and passive... giving and receiving at one and the 
same time. It crossed her mind faintly: Will they be expecting m-me... to... 
to do that... too'... ? Then she wondered for a moment about it... wondered 
what she would do... or whether she would even consider it... if it came up, 
but she forgot it promptly. Those delicious sensations down there, between 
her legs, were driving her wild with sensual delirium, and mindlessly, she 
ground her loins up to Kim's hungry mouth to seek a forbidden ecstasy again. 

Standing behind Kim, Warren drove his goring cock in and out of her like a 
rutting boar as his aching rock-hard shaft soared far up into the warm moist 
depths of her clasping vaginal sheath. 

... And Kim who had spiraled upward to the very brink of her orgasm... and 
hung there for what seemed an eternity, stimulated first by that tormenting 
feather then by his licking, sucking mouth, was nudged over the edge 
quickly, into soaring orgasm... a release that shattered her as she 
convulsed again and again under his plundering assault from the rear. She 
exploded like a stick of dynamite with a delayed fuse. 

Finally... she was there. She came, screaming, "Oh my God! III'mmmm 
cccuummiinnnngg! AAAAAaaaauugggghhh!" 

Her vision dimmed, hearing blurred, and suddenly she was weak, unable to 
hold herself up on knees and elbows. She collapsed into a satiated heap on 
top of Ginger, moaning out her exquisite joy, almost unconscious from the 
intensity of her final release... and as she collapsed, falling forward to 
lie prone on top of Ginger, Warren's rampaging cock was pulled clear of her 
still moistly milking cunt to leave them both frustrated and unsatiated. 

Ginger groaned, "Oh... p-please... Kim... keep on doing it?" 

"Goddamn!" Warren exploded. "Just when it was getting good!" 

Desperately he tried to haul the auburn-haired one's hips back into 
position, but she was relaxed, dead weight, her body refusing to function. 
Christ! He had to go on... now, and with Kim out of action, there was only 
one thing left to do... 

Pausing only long enough to roll Kim's sex-satisfied body aside, he crawled 
up between the softly grinding whiteness of Ginger's still widespread thighs 
and wedged himself down between them. 

"Ginger baby... whoever you are," he growled, "we're both in the same 
boat... frustrated as hell . - . and I'm going to fuck you... right now!" 

It was confusing. Things had happened so fast that Ginger hadn't time to 
think about it at all. It just happened... and she let it happen. She didn't 
object because it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. 

"Oh God... yess!" she gasped, reaching down between them to guide the 
massively hardened shaft of his cock straight into her searingly aroused 
cuntal passage. 

Flicking his hips, Warren plunged the hardness of his almost bursting cock 
deep into the moistly clinging depths of her pussy, goring into her with 
demonic fury... and on the instant, Ginger became an adultress, helpless to 
change the firm course of events. She could not have denied the demands of 
her sexually aroused body; then... even if she had wanted to do so. Her 
tensions building during the day, her watching Warren and Kim... followed by 
the taunting stimulation of Kim's mouth all worked against her... and she 
was too far gone... 

Ginger groaned as his throbbingly lust-inflated cock slammed deep into her, 
the bulbous head pressing waves of her tender vaginal walls ahead of it 
until with a sharp smack his sperm-laden balls slapped up against the 
nakedness of her trembling upturned buttocks. 

Afraid that he had held himself back too long, Warren began to fuck in and 
out of her hungrily clasping young vaginal sheath with insane plundering 
lunges, using all the strength of his body to drive his demanding cock 
deeper and deeper and faster and faster while beneath him Ginger, oblivious 
to all but the ecstatic sensations racing through her began to match him, 
lifting her loins up to him in counteringly undulant gyrations. 

... and suddenly she was on a runaway escalator that hurtled her upwards 
toward her orgasm... and she heard herself chant up into his face, "Fuck me! 
Hard! Oh God... fuck me!" 

Instinctively she pulled her thighs back to her chest until her aching 
perspiring breasts were mashed flat, and she felt him bear down hard on her, 
his torso pressing her legs back even farther. The whole of her now hotly 
pulsating pussy was offered up to him, allowing him to thrust all the more 
deeply into her wildly convulsing belly. 

Writhing sensuously under him Ginger's head flailed from side to side as she 
climaxed in shuddering emotional release, her body seeming to soar into deep 
space where for a moment there was no time or place, only the rapture of 
completion, the fulfillment of a promise. 

"Ooooh... OOOooohh! Aaaaggghh!" she screamed. "I'm... going... to... 
ccuumm!" 

Several slamming strokes later, Warren's spewing orgasm came to him, his 
hotly jetting semen racing the full length of his wildly pumping cock to 
splash deep up into the moist warmth of her involuntarily milking cuntal 
passage. Then with a groan, he slumped down on top of her, completely 
spent... satisfied. "Goddamn!" he blurted. Two of them! I fucked two 
women... one after the other! 

Beneath him, Ginger felt the throbbing lurches of his pumping cock as her 
own sexual excitement began slowly to subside... and then reality intruded. 
Suddenly she realized what had happened. OOhhh! My God! I've just cheated on 
Walt! It's adultery!... And I didn't want that... didn't intend to... to... 

Tears of remorse began streaming down her eyes. I've got to get out... of 
here! "Let me up!" she wailed. 

Warren complied, rolling away from her to his side as she quickly scrambled 
off the bed, pulled her skirt down around her thighs and made for the door. 

Raising herself up on an elbow, Kim called after her, "Ginger honey... don't 
leave yet... please?" 

Her plea fell on deaf ears. Ginger was determined to leave. She was already 
at the front door when Kim called to her again, "Will you... come back?" 

The door slammed. 

"Ginger... who...?" Warren asked. Hell! I never saw her naked! 

"I don't know... just Ginger... " Kim answered dismally. "She'll probably 
not... come back again." 

"Do you have a thing with her?" 

"We could have... I think!" . 

He reached put for her to take her into his arms, but she resisted him, 
saying, "You got all... and more than you came for... so you might as well 
buzz off, too!" 

Warren knew she was right. "Okay... he agreed. 

"Are you a private detective...?" 

"Yeah... " 

"I hope you drop dead!" she snapped vehemently, "... because... if they ever 
find out... you were here... " 

"Don't worry... everything you told me is confidential! I'll never tell!" he 
assured her. 

"Oh God! I hope so! Now get the hell out of here!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After Warren had dressed and left her apartment, Kim did some fast, serious 
thinking. The longer she stayed where she was the greater her danger, for 
she was sure that the detective's visit and the information he had tortured 
out of her could very well be her death warrant. 

Throwing on a robe, she raced into the living room, picked up the phone and 
dialed a local travel agency. Quickly, it was settled. She could pick up her 
airline ticket within the hour and catch a flight at six that same evening. 
Then, she'd catch a quick flight on a feeder line... and, nobody'll be able 
to find me... on that little farm. She hated the idea of living there, 
again, but she knew it would be safe. Maybe, I'll only have to stay there 
for six months... a year at the most! 

Hastily, then, she began to pack, making a careful selection of her 
clothing. She would only take one bag, she decided, because she was just 
going to disappear... leaving everything just as it was in her apartment. 
There won't be any suspicion for a couple of days... and that's just enough 
time... for me to lose myself... in the backwoods... 

The telephone rang. 

She decided to ignore it. Getting packed and leaving, as soon as she could 
was more important. Time might be running out on her, and she wasn't taking 
any chances. 

* * * 

Ella Stark was worried sick. She had hardly seen her husband for three days. 
He had come home in the early morning hours, either too tired or too 
drunk... crawled into bed and gone to sleep, completely ignoring her; then, 
he was up and gone, again, before she could have a chance to talk with him. 

She knew he was absorbed in his work. Every case, it seemed, was his most 
important... but, he hasn't even wanted to talk to me... or touch me... ever 
since that night... he forced me... when he was so drunk... 

Was it possible he was making good on his threat... that he was having an 
affair with another woman... or maybe he was getting ready to leave her... 
it's not fair! Just when I was going to... make some changes in my own 
ideas... and let him do some of those things... he's always wanting to do... 

Getting ready to do the clothes washing, she emptied out pockets of Warren's 
shirts, before popping them into the automatic machine. Ordinarily, she 
didn't pay attention to the items she removed from, his pockets; she just 
set them aside for her husband to go through, keeping what was important and 
throwing the rest away. Today, however, a scrap of paper caught her eye. It 
was a telephone number and a woman's name; Kim Carson... the day's date and 
the time, 2:00 p.m. all written in Warren's scribbled hand, below, almost 
undecipherable was a notation that read: B-Girl! i.e. Walt K. Makes pick-ups 
at Premiere Room, Cocktail Lounge... 

Ella looked at it as though it were a writhing snake. Did it mean that 
Warren had an afternoon date with a prostitute? She didn't want to believe 
that; after all, his work as a private investigator did put him into contact 
with all kinds of people, including prostitutes. She must be a source of 
information... or she's involved in a case... somehow... 

She tried to forget it... but all during the day, as she went about her 
household chores, the shopping and, later, at the hairdresser's, it gnawed 
at her, creating in her mind some doubt as to her husband's reason for 
making such an appointment. If he were playing around... with another 
woman... a housewife... or a secretary... I could understand it, and 
maybe... I could fight it... but going to a cheap little whore... God! What 
can I do about it? UGH! 

Finally, it was almost three o'clock. She had been conjuring up mental 
fantasies concerning Warren... and a whore named Kim, wondering vague 
things... about how they would be doing it. Then, she couldn't stand anymore 
of it. There was one way to find out... 

Retrieving the doubt-producing scrap of paper from Warren's desk, she dialed 
the telephone number, realizing as she did that it was an out-of-area 
prefix. She let it ring five times. There was no answer. She hung up and 
looked up the prefix in the telephone directory, discovering that it was a 
number in Miramar. All the way down there '... 

Five minutes later, she dialed, again. 

"Hello... " It was a woman's voice, cautious and a little hesitant. 

I hope I can pull this off! "Hello... " Ella said, "this is Mr. Stark's 
secretary... I have an urgent message for him!" 

"He's not here!" 

"Are you Miss... Kim Carson... " Ella asked. "He had some kind of 
appointment with you... I believe... " 

"Yes... I'm Kim! He was here... but he's gone now! Sorry... I can't help 
you... " She was brisk, anxious to end the conversation. 

"Then... he did get to interview you Kim's laugh was brittle. 'That's a good 
one! It's the first time I've ever heard it called that!" 

"I'm sorry... I-I don't understand... " 

"Then... you don't know why your boss was here? " 

"No... he-he didn't tell me... " 

"Well... he interviewed me... while we were both naked on my bed! Does that 
explain it... " 

"Yes... yes, it does!" There was a catch in Ella's voice. 

"... And, I hope to hell I never see him, again!" The line went dead. 

* * * 

Carrying her single suitcase, Kim left her apartment, purposely leaving 
several lights burning. She closed the door, locked it and went down the 
stairs to the carport. 

Just as she was putting the bag in the car, it was roughly taken out of her 
hand. 

She gasped, as she looked up into the unsmiling face of Mike Kelly. He 
hefted the suitcase. "This feels like it's a little overweight... that is... 
if you happened to be going somewhere on an airline!" 

"It's... j-just some things I'm taking... to a girlfriend's house... " she 
lied. 

"Now... that's a coincidence!" Mike spat out at her. "A real coincidence... 
that just a few minutes after Mr. Warren Stark leaves here... you decide to 
take a little trip... " 

"I don't know... wh-what you're talking about!" 

"Stark's a private eye... and he's working for Walt Kincaid!" he barked. 
"Does that jog your memory?" 

"You're wrong!" she gasped. 

"No, I'm not! Now, what did you tell him... " 

"Nothing! What could I tell him? I don't know anything!" 

"Tell that to Stan... when we get there!" he told her grimly. "Now... get 
into my car! Don't cause any commotion... and you won't get hurt!" 

God! How did I get involved... in all this? 

* * * 

When Walt Kincaid had left Warren Stark's office the day before, it hadn't 
taken him long to realize that he was being followed. 

He first spotted the car while he was still on the streets, before gaining 
the freeway south. To find out for sure, he stopped at a news stand, 
examined some magazines casually and finally bought a paper. The driver of 
the big Oldsmobile pulled past his parked car and stopped to wait. He wasn't 
able to get a good look at the driver, but he noted the letter and number 
combinations of the Olds' license tags... So, now they 're tailing me! 
Trying to find out where I've moved to... no doubt. 

Getting back into his car, he headed for the freeway. The Oldsmobile stuck 
right with him... as he drove fast... then slowed down. The Olds' driver 
stayed right behind him through a couple of lane changes. There's no doubt 
at all! He's following me! 

Walt settled down to travel at sixty-five miles an hour in the number two 
lane of four lanes. He held his speed steady for seven or eight miles; then, 
he began slowing down, little by little, until he was cruising at 
fifty-five. The Olds crept up closer, until there were only four or five 
car-lengths between them. 

... Then as he was approaching an off-ramp, and the third and fourth lanes 
were clear on his right, he suddenly gunned his rental Ford, cut across the 
two open lanes and darted into the off ramp, leaving the driver of the Olds 
a choice of following him to a certain crack-up, if he attempted the same 
maneuver, too late... or continuing on down the freeway safely, losing Walt, 
in the process. The driver of the Olds realized too late what had happened. 
It was impossible for him to follow. He chose the freeway and lost his man. 
Damn! I made it... and, all that guy knows is that I was headed south! 

Making his way westward on one of the boulevards, Walt found the Coast route 
and followed it south towards home. 

It worried him; things were rapidly coming to the boiling point. He was on 
edge... and he was cloddish with Ginger in bed that night. Afterwards, he 
didn't sleep too well. 

Now, the following day, he had spent at the Olympic working out, because he 
didn't want to get out of condition completely. He showered, spent several 
minutes swapping stories with some of the other boxers, then left the 
gymnasium to head for home. 

This time, it was a big, green Pontiac that followed him. I'll have to shake 
this guy... for good... I guess... As he drove along the streets, his mind 
churned, trying to think of something. An idea formed in his brain. Damn it! 
Of course... that's it! Carry the fight to him! 

Spotting a corner news kiosk, Walt pulled into park, hopped out of the car, 
on the right side, and sprinted along the sidewalk for three or four 
car-lengths. Ducking into a doorway, he waited. 

The driver of the Pontiac, he saw, was the same man who had followed him the 
day before, and just as he had, yesterday, his pursuer pulled ahead of 
Walt's parked car, angled into the curb and stopped. 

Walt walked out into the street and approached the car from the left front. 
The driver was twisted around, looking over his shoulder to where he 
expected his quarry- to be at the news stand. 

Jerking the door open, Walt hauled the man out and slammed him up hard 
against the rear fender. 

"You looking for me?" he growled. 

The man who had been trailing him was husky, heavily muscled and Walt saw 
that his face bore the marks of many a bout, the gloves of his opponents 
having cut him, time after time. 

"What the hell?" the old fighter snarled, his hand diving into a jacket 
pocket and coming up holding a snub-nosed pistol. 

Walt grabbed the gun hand and smashed it against the fender of the car. He 
heard the sickening crunch of breaking bones. The pistol dropped to the 
ground. The man who had been following him grabbed at his broken hand with a 
groan. 

"Son-of-a-bitch! My hand's broke!" 

Reaching down, Walt picked up the pistol from the pavement and rapped out, 
"You're lucky that's all!" 

"Why'n hell you do that?" 

"Why have you been following me... the last two days?" Walt countered. 

"You're crazy! No such thing!" the other man groaned. 

As the injured man was speaking, Walt studied his face, his memory clicking. 
He was almost sure that he knew who the man was. 

"Why'd you pull this gun on me... just now?" 

"Well, hell... I thought you were a mugger... or something!" 

Walt's memory dredged up a name: Schultz... Willie Schultz! He had been a 
welter-weight... one of the top ones. Let me see... maybe fifteen years ago. 

"You knew who I was... Willie!" Walt grunted. 

"You're off your rocker! My name's... " 

"Willie Schultz! Welter-weight... out of Des Moines... right at the top of 
the weight! You were even the contender for the title... one time... but it 
looks like the gamblers found your price! What was it... money... women... 
drugs?" 

"Shut up! Damn you!" 

"Now... you're packing a gun... and mixed up with a blackmailing thing! 
Christ! How low can a man get?" There was raw contempt in his voice for the 
former boxer. 

Methodically, Walt swung open the cylinder of Schultz's snub-nosed pistol 
and extracted the shells; one by one he tossed them toward the iron grating 
of the flood-control inlet near the curb. When he was finished unloading the 
gun, he hurled it into the weeds of a vacant lot opposite Willie's parked 
car; then, reaching inside, he removed the ignition keys. They followed the 
pistol. In the waning light they would be hard to find. 

Satisfied that the former boxer, turned gunman and blackmailer, wouldn't be 
able to follow him, now, Walt told Schultz grimly, "Give this message to 
your boss, Willie, I don't scare easy!" 

Walking purposefully to his own car, he got into it and left Willie standing 
helplessly where he was, holding his broken hand and cursing through his 
groans of pain. 

* * * 

Cautiously, Warren Stark checked all around the immediate area, before he 
climbed into his Mustang to leave Kim Carson's apartment building. There's a 
damned good chance they might be watching her! Everything seemed to be 
clear. He drove away. 

He had considered the possibility of Kim's being in some danger, and 
thought, perhaps, she should be in protective custody... But, hell... she 
might not testify against Rivers... and if it ever came out in court how I 
got my information from her... there'd be hell to pay... as far as I'm 
concerned... so, if she wants to play in the big time... she'll just have to 
take her chances! 

Walt would have to be told what he'd found out, so far, but the case was 
still a long ways from being settled. He'd have to have a lot more to go on, 
before he could take it to the police. 

Remembering that the heavy-weight fighter was going into town to work out 
and probably wouldn't be home until late in the afternoon, Warren headed for 
the air-conditioned comfort of a bar to refresh himself and kill some time, 
before looking up Walt's new address. 

At about a quarter after six, Warren found the new apartment complex, walked 
up a flight to the number Walt had given him, pushed the doorbell and 
waited, humming a tuneless popular song to himself. 

The door opened. He recognized her, instantly. Ginger! The other woman... in 
Kim's place! He stared at her hard. 

"Ginger... " 

"You!" She started to slam the door in his face. 

"Wait!" Warren said, holding the door back. "Are you... Ginger Kincaid... 
Walt Kincaid's wife... " 

"What difference would that make?" Again, she struggled to close the door. 
He saw that she had been crying. 

"Wait... Ginger... let me explain... " he implored. "I'm a friend of 
Walt's... and I have to see him!" 

"He isn't here!" Ginger snapped. "Goodbye!" 

"Look... Ginger, it was just an accident... or a horrible coincidence... 
that you came into Kim's apartment... and it just happened! You know that... 
don't you?" 

"Oh, p-please... just go away...!" she sobbed, tears starting into her eyes, 
again. 

"I've got a pretty good idea... of why you went there... " he began. 

"That'd be none of your... b-business!" 

"Kim's just like a lot of other prostitutes... you know... " 

Mutely, she shook her head in negative disbelief. 

"Anyway... she's a man-hater... and gets her real kicks with other women!" 
he explained. And, I gather... you and she had a thing going... and... and I 
just happened to be there... as a customer!" 

"Oooooh, no!" Ginger moaned, covering her face with both hands and turning 
away to slump into an overstuffed chair near the door. 

Warren came to stand beside her. Looking down at her pitiable figure, he 
said, "Walt'll never have to know... about her... or me... if that's the way 
you want it. It'll be our secret!" 

"Oh, God... I'd just die... if Walt ever... f-found out!" 

"He won't ever know!" he promised. 

"Really... " Ginger looked up at him gratefully through streaming eyes. 

"Really! Just tell Walt I called him... and have him call me at my office, 
in the morning... okay? You don't even have to tell him I was here." 

"All right... " She dabbed at her eyes. "What did you say... your name was?" 

"Warren... Warren Stark." 

As he looked down at her, remembering how she had climaxed under him, just a 
few hours ago, in Kim's apartment, he felt a surging rekindling of sexual 
arousal... the beginning of a throbbing erection. He repressed it. Damn it! 
No! She's so uptight, now... she doesn't know which way's which! 

With an exertion of will, Warren forced himself to walk to the door and out; 
then, he turned and said, "Get yourself all prettied up! Walt'll probably be 
here pretty soon... and you'll want to look your best for him!" 

"A-all right... Mr. Stark." 

"Warren!" he said. "... and just forget that it ever happened! It was... 
well... just one of those things!" 

He closed the door behind him and left her there. Christ! This changes 
everything... especially, the fact that she and Kim were having... a lesbian 
affair! What happens when they try to show her pictures of Walt's little 
dalliance with Kim... hell! There's no ball game... and they start playing 
real rough... with Walt! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Warren drove rapidly along the freeways toward Carmel and home. It would be 
too late for dinner at home, so he stopped for a quick bite along the way. 
He hadn't spent much time at home the last few days, but tonight, he was 
determined to spend the whole evening -- and night, too - with Ella. Maybe, 
we can start working things out, now... and right after I finish up this 
thing for Walt... we'll take that vacation... together! 

Ella's little foreign car wasn't in the garage when he parked. His natural 
thought was that she was out shopping, or visiting with one of her women 
friends. 

His wife wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. Walking back to the 
bedroom wing, he looked into their bedroom and found it a shambles. 

"What the hell .-..?." He looked around dumbfounded, realizing that most of 
Ella's things were missing. Christ! She's left me! He slumped down on the 
edge of the bed... drained, an empty shell. His first thoughts were 
bitter... almost paranoid. What made her leave? What did I do... to make her 
leave? Sure! I'm not home regular... but I'm out busting my ass to earn a 
living... a damn good one, too! Is there another man... ? 

Finally, disconsolate, his mind in a chaotic whirl, he went out into the 
living room to get a good stiff drink. He mixed a triple... with a dash of 
water and a couple of ice cubes. 

... Then, he found Ella's note, by the telephone. He picked it up and 
fortified himself with a gulp of his drink, before he read: 

--- 

Warren, 

I'm leaving! You don't seem to need me... or want me. I found out where you 
were today! How many other days... and nights, have you spent with women... 
like that girl named Kim? 

I've got to think; that's why I'm leaving. Right now, all I can think about 
is how badly you've hurt me, and I need time to decide whether or not we 
should try again... or get a divorce. 

Ella 

--- 

Divorce!? God damn! She's really... thinking about a divorce... and she 
doesn't even know why I went to see Kim Carson!... But, how in hell did she 
find out where I was? 

His own scribbled note was lying under Ella's note. He picked it up, read 
it, and figured his wife must have called Kim's number. There's no telling 
what that little bitch might have told her! 

Looking at the scrap of paper, he remembered that he had put it in his shirt 
pocket... And, she found it... and made a federal case out of it, 
practically... or anyway... she's working on a divorce case... ours! 

... And, there was no way of knowing where she might have gone... no way of 
getting in touch with her... to explain... try to make her understand... 
that Kim meant nothing more than a source of information... a part of his 
job. 

Warren was sure that he loved 'his wife. Now... I've lost her! Then, he 
proceeded to sit there... slugging down one drink after the other, until 
alcoholic oblivion overcame him. 

The insistent ringing of the telephone awakened him finally at ten o'clock 
the following morning. He struggled to the desk and picked up the handset. 

"Yeah...?" he said thickly. 

"Mr. Stark... this is Renee. Mr. Kincaid has been calling you. He insisted 
that you told him to call... " 

"What... ? Oh, yeah... I did... " he mumbled. "Tell the operator... to put 
him through to my home phone... Okay...?" 

"All right, Mr. Stark," his secretary said. 

"Warren! Just call me Warren... Renee! By the way, what time is it?" 

"It's ten-oh-five... Warren," Miss Sole said sweetly. 

"Thanks... and I'll wait here for Walt Kincaid's call!" 

He was fully awake ten minutes later, when Walt called again. 

"Ginger told me you wanted to talk to me, Warren... " 

"I do! Now, listen carefully! I know it's Rivers... for sure! He's got two 
bird dogs out! One's a guy by the name of Mike Kelly. The other's named 
Schultz!" 

"Yeah, I know Willie Schultz. He used to be a fighter, a few years back," 
Walt said. "He was following me the last two days... and last night I put 
him out of commission!" 

"What happened?" Stark inquired. 

Quickly Walt filled him in, with a few laconic details. 

Warren added his own experience. "... And, Kelly tried to run me down with 
his car!" 

"They're wanting to play rough, now... eh?" 

"Yes! Now, there's a new development... I can't tell you about... but it 
makes me believe that the next step is to get you... either to cripple 
you... make sure you won't be fighting... or... try to kill you!" 

"They wouldn't go... that far?!" 

"Don't bet on it!" Warren snapped. "They haven't located your new apartment 
yet... and you're too big a target... when they do... so I want you to drop 
out of sight. Pack a minimum of things and meet me at my office in 
forty-five minutes!" 

"You serious?" Walt questioned. "What about my wife?" 

"Don't tell her where you're going! The less she knows the better... and 
she'll be safe where she is... because now, it's you they're after! If 
you're in a hospital... or a morgue, you'll be no threat to Rivers... and 
his plan to clean up on the next championship fight!" 

"Where'll I'll be going?" 

"To a little cabin I've got... up in the mountains!" 

* * * 

Ella Stark didn't really like to drink, but she had just poured the third 
martini for herself, determined to get drunk... falling down drunk, for the 
first time in her life. Tomorrow... after she sobered up, she'd start 
thinking about what she would do... go back to Warren and try, again... or 
file for divorce. Right then, divorce was the obvious solution... Except... 
that I think I do love him! If only... I hadn't been so snoopy and found out 
about th-that cheap little whore... h-he was with! 

Letting himself in with the key that Warren had given him, Walt Kincaid 
carried in his single, light suitcase, set it down, locked the door and 
turned around to see a blonde vision of loveliness struggling to her feet 
from the divan where she had been sitting. 

"Who are you...?" she snapped. "... And where'd you get a key... to get in 
here?" 

Walt was surprised. Warren had told him the place would be empty. "I'm 
sorry... I thought the place was vacant... " Walt began. 

"Well... it isn't... as you can see! I'm here!" Ella told him. "So... you 
can leave, now!" 

"Let me explain... I'm Walt Kincaid... and Warren Stark, who owns this 
place, sent me up here to stay... for a while!" 

"... And, I'm Ella Stark, Warren's wife... and I say you can't stay here!" 
She swayed toward him unsteadily. "So, get out!" 

Walt knew then that she had been drinking. Curious, he asked, "Does Warren 
know you're here?" 

"No! I've left him!" She sat back down, as tears welled into her deep blue 
eyes. 

For a moment, the big boxer stood there, undecided, not knowing what to 
say... or do. 

"I-If there's... anything I can do...?" he fumbled. 

"There's nothing... a-anybody can do!" she sobbed. 

"If... I knew why... maybe I could talk to him... " Walt offered. 

"You'd never understand!" 

"Why don't you try me... Mrs. Stark he soothed. "Sometimes talking about 
things... makes them easier... " 

"I'm too miserable... about it all!" she sniffled. 

"I'll listen... if you want to talk, Ella... "... And suddenly, Ella felt as 
though she wanted to tell this big stranger her troubles. He seemed to be so 
concerned... and he was a friend of Warren's... And, maybe he could help... 
by talking to Warren... and letting him know how I-I feel... 

"A-All right... I'll tell you... " Ella sniffled. "Drink...?" 

"Okay... I'll have a drink with you... " he agreed. "Whiskey." 

She arose uncertainly and made her way to the portable bar, where she made a 
bourbon and water for him; then, turning, she brought it back across the 
room. Walt saw her sway and lose her balance. Instantly, he was there to 
catch her. He took the drink from her, and she was in the circle of his 
arms, leaning against his broad, heavily muscled chest. 

"Oh, I'm... s-so woozy... " 

He helped her to the couch, and he couldn't help noticing the luscious 
curves of her body. He tingled where she had leaned against him, and he felt 
that sudden surge of pounding blood into his loins, erecting his penis to 
vibrantly throbbing life. Damn! She's some woman! I could really go for 
her... but Christ... she's Warren's wife! 

... Then, she was talking, telling him of her suspicions that Warren had 
been unfaithful to her... that she knew she wasn't the best kind of wife... 
in bed... But, I was going to try to learn some of those things... he wanted 
me to do... if they'd make him happier... and keep him from... going t-to... 
other women! 

"Such as...?" he asked. 

"Oh... you know... different positions... and things with your m-mouth... " 

"I see... " 

"... but, now... I'll never get the chance!" 

She dissolved into tears again, and she leaned against him for comfort. His 
arms went around her, and he stroked her soft, honey-gold hair gently, 
lightly; then, he caressed and stroked the satin-smooth skin of her 
shoulder, her upper arm, while below, his balls began to ache as his scrotum 
crawled and pulled them up tight into his crotch. His pulsating cock jerked 
involuntarily. I'd be taking advantage of her... I guess. She's had several 
drinks... but she's so upset... and in need of affection... it wouldn't take 
much... to get her into the sack!... And... from what she's saying... Warren 
hasn't been fucking her... the last seven days! Christ... it'd be easy... 

It felt so good to be enfolded in his strong arms... to be babied a 
little... to know he was listening... was interested in what she said... and 
she needed it, wanted his gentle, understanding warmth. 

"I guess... what really bothers me... is that he was... w-with a... cheap 
little... wh-whore!" 

"Brooding on it won't help! You'll just have to forget about it... even if 
it's true that a lot of those women... really know how to turn a man on," he 
told her. "They know all the tricks... licking and sucking... until he's 
hard as a rock... " Walt could feel the firmness of her mounding, warm 
breast, pressing against his chest, that nipple on it standing hard and 
erect where it poked into him through his shirt. She's getting hot! Hell... 
maybe I should try to fuck her... especially if she's starting to feel like 
it! 

Despite her wrought up condition, her tears and the alcohol she had drunk, 
Ella held some images in her mind: Warren's warm, hugely throbbing cock... 
in her mouth... and in her imagination she was actually doing it; the other 
scene was a reversal. Her husband's long, moist tongue... was there, down 
between her legs, licking and sucking her there... and she was responding to 
it. Dimly, she wondered: Could I do it easier... if I had a few drinks, 
first... ? 

She felt soothed, being there in Walt's arms... and she didn't want to think 
about her troubles. If she could just get Warren back... she knew they'd be 
able to work things out, but right now... it was so nice to talk to Walt... 
to feel so serene... so protected there, in the snug cabin... 

Strangely, as she thought about making love to Warren in those new ways, she 
began to feel a tingling excitement deep in her belly, and down there 
between her thighs, she felt the viscous droplets of lubrication exuded from 
her vagina's mouth. It was moistening her panties, and she could feel 
herself getting all warm. It was unexpected... but not unwelcome. Heavens! 
Imagine... I'm getting all aroused... just from thinking about what 
Warren... and I... will d-do... to each other... when we're together, again! 
She began to move her thighs uncomfortably, opening and closing them almost 
imperceptibly, in a gathering rhythm of sexual arousal. Her nipples were 
getting hard and erect... and she knew she'd have to put a stop to those 
lewd feelings. After all, Walt wasn't her husband. She wouldn't think of 
doing anything... with another man!... But he was so male... so close, and 
too exciting! 

Walt felt the trembling excitement in her body as he held her close, 
realizing that her sobbing misery was being replaced by a building 
sensuality. 

With a little more boldness, now, he continued to caress her shoulder, 
letting his hand slip down gently along the length of her arm. There were no 
more tears, although her face was still buried in his chest; he sensed a 
quickening change in her breathing. 

Then, as one treats a wild animal, taming it by careful handling, becoming 
more and more intimate with it, until its trust is strengthened to the point 
where it comes to cuddle in your arms, he brought this hand up, sliding it 
up along her back, teasing along the ridge of her spine, then down again, 
and down, almost to the protruding curve of her buttocks. 

Ella's breath was coming faster now. He felt it warm and humid against his 
chest, through the material of his shirt. Damn! Now's the time to move in on 
her! 

Bringing his hand up to her shoulder again, he casually allowed it to slide 
down to press in against the swelling mound of her breast, kneading and 
massaging the resiliently smooth flesh through her dress and bra. She gasped 
and her body stiffened convulsively, but she said nothing... made no move to 
pull away from him. 

Husky-voiced, Walt whispered in her ear, "... Of course... there's another 
thing... You could bring Warren up short... by letting him know... he's 
working a two-way street! It's the old story... of the goose and the 
gander... " 

His thumb kept brushing across the hardened bud of her nipple, tauntingly, 
his own heart pounding with excitement as he wondered whether or not she 
would buy that story. Below, the achingly hardened shaft of his cock leaped, 
jerkingly, in a bid to escape from his imprisoning shorts and trousers. 

It felt so good to have his hand on her breast... but there was something 
wrong. He was suggesting that she... do the same thing Warren had done... 
She'd have to stop him... before things got out of hand. Something could 
happen... 

"You could get even... with him. Turnabout's only fair... isn't it...?" Walt 
breathed into her ear. 

Turnabout? What's good for the gander is good... for the goose... ? Two-way 
street... Get even... with Warren... ? She had been hurt... badly! He was 
with... a little two-bit whore! 

Could she make him suffer, too, the same way she had suffered? Did she dare 
take another man... as a lover, just to hurt him... show him that all was 
fair? Oh, God... I don't know! 

Deftly, Walt unbuttoned the top button of her dress, and his hand wormed its 
way inside, the warm palm of his hand trailing a tingling path along the 
smooth skin of her chest, down into the deep "vee" of her bra to the 
velvety, soft pliancy of a naked breast. Down below, her hips squirmed, as 
slashingly powerful sex sensations charged her loins... and she knew! I'll 
dare to do it!... And, it'll teach Warren... a lesson! 

Her lips lifted expectantly, and Walt captured them moistly, his tongue 
snaking into her mouth to savor the sweetness of her, while she turned her 
body to him, clinging close, while her hand went up to press against the 
back of his head, welding their mouths together with the heat of their 
passion. Inside her bra, he rolled the distended cone of a hardened nipple 
to excite it to even greater erection. Now, her tongue parried his, until 
finally, it burst through into his mouth, and tiny mewling sounds issued 
from deep in her throat. 

Jubilant triumph was Walt's. She was all his... and he was going to fuck 
Warren Stark's hot little wife... like she'd never been fucked before! 

Confidently now, he took his hand away from her breasts and let it glide 
unerringly to her bare thigh, sliding up along its curvaceous taper, along 
the softly smooth inner side, upward to the pulsating warmth of her 
nylon-covered pussy, where he pushed a finger into the moist furrow and 
rubbed gently, up and down, through the thin material of her panties. 

Undulating up against his rummaging hand, her hips ground counteringly, and 
he pushed the leg-band of her wispy panties aside, parting the softly 
resilient pubic down to slip his finger into the moist, trembling passage of 
Ella's suddenly warmly quivering little cuntal lips. 

He teased, caressingly, at the hardened bud of her clitoris, reveling in the 
feel of the soft, elastic-like pussy mouth and feeling the vibrant arousal 
in her lusciously voluptuous body. 

Ella recoiled violently at the searing contact of his hand against the 
nakedness of her lust-incited cunt. She groaned as she realized that this 
was for real... that he was really going to... go ahead and... do it... to 
her. Oh, God, no! It's wrong! It's still adultery... and I really do love my 
h-husband! I'll have to make him stop it... n-now! 

... But, it was too late! She couldn't stop it... stop him... or herself. 
She was already too far gone! There was no way she could pull herself away 
from him, now. His hand on her cunt was driving her wild, and his tongue in 
her mouth was so sexy. His hand on her body was like little electric shocks. 
God! She wanted. She needed... And dimly through the dizzying fumes of the 
alcohol in her brain, she knew it was too late... 

Walt knew that she was fighting against herself. She's hot to trot... but 
she's still got that Puritan hang-up... that won't let go! He whispered in 
her ear, "Don't fight it, Baby! It's time you broke loose... and started 
enjoying yourself... too!" 

It seemed to be so logical... so right, to her, in her confused state of 
mind. "Yes... that's right!... And, I'll make him pay... f-for what he's 
done!" 

Walt needed no more encouragement. It was smooth sailing from there on in, 
and he'd make the most of it. His middle finger still teased at her naked 
clitoris, and he recaptured her mouth to lash his tongue in and out of her 
warmly moist oral cavern suggestively; then, hovering over her partially 
reclining body, he pushed her dress up, bunching it at the waist, and 
looking down at her lewdly, he said, "I m going to strip you naked, now!" 

For answer, she mutely, eloquently, lifted her hips up as he reached up to 
slide her filmy nylon panties down over the lovely white taper of her 
trembling thighs, revealing the petal-like softness of her golden, 
hair-lined furrow to his lewdly salacious gaze. What a gorgeous little cunt! 

Then, Ella was struggling with her dress. He helped her, unbuttoning it and 
pulling it up over her head, and tossing it aside. Her bra followed, and she 
was completely nude. Leaning back he drank in the loveliness of her body 
with a triumphant grin, while below, his pulsating cock lurched wildly 
against the confines of his clothing. 

Off to the side, in front of the fireplace, he had noticed a large bearskin 
rug. Impulsively, he took her by the hands, raising her to her feet, and led 
her, unresistingly, to the rug, where she lay down on it, dragging him down 
with her. 

Gathering spasmodic jolts of sensual pleasure rippled through her as Walt's 
warmly caressing hands closed over her sensitive, swelling breasts, and she 
heard his gasp of delight at their mounding firmness and satin-like, smooth 
pliancy. 

Then, his mouth followed to engulf one of her hard, distended, berry-like 
paps, while one of his hands still fondled its twin, his fingers rolling the 
spiked-out bud, maddeningly. Oh, that feels soooo good! She groaned, while 
beneath her hips began a grindingly undulant rhythm. Her eyes closed, as she 
reveled in the sensuous feel of his hands and mouth. 

For a moment or two, his hands and mouth left her, and she felt 
disappointment, but she was dimly aware of the rustle of clothing. He's 
undressing... making himself naked, too! She clenched her eyelids tighter. I 
don't want to look! 

"You might as well open your eyes... and look at me... Ella... because I'm 
going to fuck you with it!" 

Ella Stark's eyes fluttered open, slowly, Walt was kneeling there, his big, 
heavily-muscled body solidly substantial. Her eyes flicked over his body 
appreciatively, then her gaze zeroed in on the bulky length of his 
throbbingly hardened penis spearing out from his powerful loins. With an 
involuntary gasp, she tried to imagine that massively bloated thing 
burrowing deep into the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina. My God... i-it'd 
he impossible... without tearing me apart! A shiver of fear raced through 
her. 

She watched, mesmerized, as he gripped the swollen shaft of his cock and 
asked lewdly, "Do you think this'll do something for you?" 

"Oh, God... I-I couldn't take... all of that... up inside of me!" she 
managed. 

"Don't worry... baby... when you're ready to take it... you'll take all of 
it... with no trouble!" 

Walt stretched out beside her, and his mouth dipped down, again, to a 
quivering white breast. She mewled softly as he took one, then the other of 
her nipples into the moist warmth of his mouth to lick and suck, his teeth 
nibbling them gently... until she wanted to scream with the ecstasy of the 
exquisite sensations surging through her body. 

His head began to move lower, trailing moist kisses down between her 
passion-swollen breasts, down her soft, flat belly to her navel, where he 
paused to tease the tiny depression; then... on downward to her abdomen... 
until she felt the humid warmth of his breath on the soft, curling, golden 
fleece of her pubic hair. Suddenly she realized with a start what he was 
going to do... what his true goal was! 

... And, she was revulsed. I-It's sickening! She was remembering Warren's 
lewd suggestions... and the many times she had thwarted his attempts to do 
that! 

Frantically, she reached down to grasp the huge boxer's head, in an effort 
to keep him from doing it. "N-No! Please? Don't d-do... that...!" 

Walt, kneeling between her soft, widespread thighs now, would not be 
dissuaded. 

"You want to learn all about it... don't you, Baby... because that's how 
you're going to get Warren back... and keep him coming back!" 

Again, his words seemed so right. Yes! That's what l-I... want! She trembled 
with a wanton desire she had never known. Somehow, then, the degradation, 
the humiliation, shame, fear, guilt... and disgust didn't seem to matter. 
The intense, flaming desire to know... to experience... to enjoy leaped into 
the saddle to lead her wild charge into the unknown, as she felt herself 
aroused insanely... to a spiraling degree she had never known. 

"Yes! Yessss! Walt! D-Do it t-to me! Use your m-mouth... and tongue... and 
lick me! Suck me... there! Everything!" 

Moaning his desire as she surrendered everything to him, he wedged his head 
down between her quivering thighs, his lips making electric contact with the 
moist softness of her vagina's mouth, and his long, agile and voracious 
tongue darted out to plunge sinuously deep into her cuntal passage. His 
strong hands pressed hard against the soft inner sides of her lovely, 
tapering thighs to spread them even wider apart. 

"OOOooooh!" Ella moaned, as her hips ground up against his face, her body 
spasming with lewd sensuality. His tongue lashed into her like a substitute 
cock. Claw-like, her hands reached out to his head, grasping his hair, to 
pull him into closer contact with her lust-incited loins. Oh, that feels so 
gooood! 

Walt's hands slid up over her belly to the rounded firmness of her tits 
again, cupping and squeezing them with brutal force, while below, he 
withdrew his tongue from her vaginal orifice and pressured up through her 
pink cunt-flesh to locate the erectile bud of her pulsating clitoris. 

She whined agonizingly as he captured the tiny, throbbing phallus between 
his teeth, holding it lightly, while the tip of his tongue teased it in 
maddening little circles. 

... And now, her head began to flail from side to side in wanton abandon, 
her golden tresses becoming totally disarrayed, as he moved downward again 
to the moistly searing opening of her hotly clasping vaginal tunnel and 
began to plunge his stiffened tongue in and out of her in regular tempo. He 
listened to her with lewd satisfaction, as mewling whimpers cascaded 
unintelligibly from her agonized lips. 

Never letting up for a moment, he swirled and flicked his tongue around the 
velvety insides of her cuntal passage, tantalizingly, then slipped his hands 
under her thighs, lifting them up until they were draped over his shoulders, 
presenting the whole of her naked loins to him, as he cupped the resilient, 
white softness of a full-rounded buttock in either hand, his fingers digging 
in, cruelly, until her flesh ridged through his fingers. 

Unceasingly now, moans of ecstatic passion poured from Ella's mouth, filling 
the living room of the cabin with sounds of animal pleasure. Suddenly, she 
felt it. Oh, God... I-I feel... like I could cum! His tongue... will make me 
cum! 

... Then, it stopped. 

Walt stopped and raised his head, and she looked down to see his quick grin, 
his chin glisteningly moist from the viscous secretions of her pulsating 
loins. 

"Don't stop! Oh, please... don't stop... yet!" she pleaded. 

"Then, you liked it?" 

"Oh, I was almost... ready... " 

"I know, Baby Doll... you're ready to fuck... now!" 

He came down on top of Warren's wife, wedging his hips down between her 
quivering, wide-splayed thighs, his hotly pulsing cock, fully hardened, 
poised hugely at the mouth of her expectantly palpitant cunt. He smiled down 
at her lewdly, glancing down to see that his massively lust-filled cock was 
nudging into the soft-fleshed portal of her moistly coral-pink vagina... and 
lunged forward to send his cock lancing hard and deep into her with one 
smoothly forceful plunge. Ella screamed. 

Frantically, she squirmed around beneath him, screwing her naked loins down 
and back, in an attempt to escape his skewering entry. She was filled with 
hotly throbbing cock, and it felt as though he had split her asunder. God! 
I'm torn... to little pieces! 

Walt's cock was buried to the hilt in the moist warmth of her wide stretched 
cuntal passage, his pubic bone pressed tightly against her nakedly throbbing 
clitoris, and she could feel every ridge of the giant prick he had sunk 
deeply into her quaking, soft, white belly. 

He lay still on top of her, for a moment, before he flexed the hardened 
shaft of his cock deep in her cuntal passage, grinding it into her another 
fraction of an inch at the same time. 

"UUUUuuuuuuuuhhhh!" she grunted, her face grimacing with the pain of it. . 
"Do you like it?" he asked, grinning down at her with lewd delight. 

"I-It's... s-so big! It's tearing m-me... apart!" she groaned. 

"Now... you can beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!" he ordered. 

"B-Beg? Why...?" She was confused. "I-I can't... d-do that!" 

"Do you want to learn to please Warren...?" he countered. "If you do... 
learn to ask for it!" 

"It's in me... already! Go ahead... and... d-do it to me!" 

"Not like that! Use the right words!" Walt grunted. 

Again, he throbbed his cock expandingly deep inside her sensitive cuntal 
sheath, and his fingers dug into her shoulders cruelly. 

"OOOooohhh!" she sobbed. "Yessss! I-I want you... t-to f-fuck me!" There! I 
said it. I said that horrible word! She spat it out with revulsion that she 
had been forced to say it, and suddenly she realized: I-I'm... an adultress! 
I-I'm actually lying under another... m-man with my legs spread wide... and 
being fucked by him! 

With slow, deliberate strokes, Walt began to fuck in and out of her tight, 
narrow cuntal sheath, feeling it cling tightly to the hardened shaft of his 
cock, each smooth, short stroke stretching her resilient flesh a little 
more, until he was fucking into her deeply, and he heard her groan of final 
surrender, as helplessly she began to undulate and grind her naked buttocks 
beneath him. 

A desire she had never known surged through her body, as lascivious flames 
of passion seared her... and she found no further reason to fight it. Now, 
her whole body writhed and squirmed with wanton abandon under him as Walt's 
hardened cock began to slam in and out of her with animal-like energy, 
plunging deep into the quivering moist warmth of her delighted cunt, as from 
deep in her chest came low, guttural hummings of passionate acceptance. Tiny 
droplets of sensual perspiration broke out on her swelling breasts, and her 
face was contorted with the insane excitement of her full arousal. 

Now, Walt slid his hands up under her hollowing buttocks, his fingers 
digging into the soft, smooth orbs, and her satiny flesh oozed through his 
fingers, as he pulled her in hard against his pounding loins. Her legs were 
spread wide on either side of his hard, impaling prick, quivering in 
uncontrolled ecstasy as she scissored them around his waist. Then, 
instinctively, she began to pull her thighs back against her chest, mashing 
the softly rounded orbs of her breasts, and the whole of her moistly 
palpitant cunt flowered open to him in lewd invitation to take more and yet 
more of his plunging cock into her... to even greater depths. Yes! She was 
being fuck... by a strange man... against her will... but now she wanted to 
give him back... as much as she was being given. 

Suddenly now he began to lengthen his cunt-stretching thrusts into her, 
pulling his gross, massively hardened cock almost completely out of her 
wildly clasping vaginal sheath on the upstroke, then driving it deeply into 
her upturned loins on the downstroke, feeling the satisfying smack of his 
sperm-laden balls as they swung up into the defenseless crevice between her 
soft, full-orbed buttocks. 

That's it! Walt grinned at the thought of one more thing he could do to her. 
Hell! She might as well get the full treatment! 

His hand drifted down over the smooth, tight skin of her wildly grinding 
ass-cheeks, and probing with his middle finger, found the tiny puckered lips 
of her anal opening in the soft yielding crevice between them. They were 
warm and soft, and he could feel it working and flexing hotly against the 
tip of his finger. He heard her sharply indrawn breath, as he pushed 
experimentally against the soft, rubbery flesh. 

... Then he pushed hard. His finger burst through the elastic opening into 
the warm spongy flesh of her rectum. 

"OOOOooooohhhhh!" Ella groaned, protesting it, painfully. 

Walt thrust, again, until his finger was all the way up inside, and he 
wormed it around, stretching the resilient softness, with merciless intent. 

She screamed. "AAAAaaaaggghh!" Frantically, she tried to escape his 
skewering finger, screwing her hips around gyratingly, but there was no let 
up as he fucked both finger and cock into her at the same time. Gradually, 
her whimpers of pain subsided to be replaced by even greater moans of 
delight than before, as her anus slowly adjusted to the unnatural presence 
there. 

Warren Stark's wife was hopelessly impaled on Walt Kincaid's driving cock in 
her searing vagina and his finger buried deep in her desperately squirming 
little anus, and she mewled and moaned out her pleasure under him. 

Lewdly, then, his other hand went down to where his enormous, rock-hard 
prick was pistoning smoothly in and out of her voraciously clasping cuntal 
passage. He fondled caressingly the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt 
stretched so tight around his pounding cock, and he could feel their 
clinging softness clenching and contracting with each of his long, deep, 
pile-driving plunges into her soft, white belly. 

... Then, her thighs began to jerk spasmodically, her head flailed 
uncontrollably and her face was contorted with the intensity of her 
rapturous passion. She was almost ready to cum. He ripped his finger from 
her hotly clenching rectum and, pressing his hands behind her knees, he 
pushed her thighs back until they lay flat beside her shoulders on the 
bear-skin rug. The whole plane of her upturned genitals were opened wide to 
his jackhammering plunges, as he thrust deep into the moist depths of her 
wildly clasping cuntal sheath. 

Her face was a contorted mask of unbridled passion, as she began to chant up 
into his face, "Oh! OOoohh! OOOooohhh! Oh, God! Fuck me... hard!" Her 
moisture-bedewed breasts swelled and danced up against his chest, her 
erectile nipples spiking hard into him, as he strove mightily to drive hard 
and deep into her needful cunt. 

... Then, she convulsed under him, her soaring climax coming to her, laden 
with exquisitely ecstatic sensations of passionate rapture. 

"OOOooohhh! I'mmm going... t-to cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! 
AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuu ggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" 

With frenetic energy, Walt slaved away above her, feeling the wildly 
clasping lips of her cunt milking greedily, voraciously, at his own 
rampaging cock, until suddenly he felt his own searing ejaculation begin. 
His hot white sperm shot form the tiny slit in the top of his cock-head, 
jetting from the depths of his crazily jerking balls to splash far up into 
the deepest recesses of her hotly sucking vaginal passage. 

Her legs splayed limply to the sides obscenely, and her heart trip-hammered 
in her chest, as her satiated body lapsed into subsiding waves of relaxing 
euphoria. Then, as her rational mind began to function again, she 
remembered. God! I've done it! I've been sucked... and f-fucked... by 
another man... and that's adultery... or does that make me just another... 
cheap... little... wh-whore like Kim... the one my husband was with? Kim... 
the one my husband was with? 

She could still feel Walt's spewing penis jerking its last up inside of her, 
filling her belly almost to the bursting, as the last of his load of heated 
male sperm was ejaculated from the slitted head of his cock. 

Groaning his satisfaction, Walt collapsed on top of her, "Damn! That was 
something! Did you like it, Baby?" 

She was honest with him... with herself. "Y-Yes... yes... I liked it... but 
now, you'll have to go!" 

"I can't leave here!" he told her. "Warren sent me up here... and told me to 
stay here... until things are settled!" 

"What things...?" 

"I can't tell you that... except that there are some people looking for 
me... " 

"The... p-police...?" 

"No... I'm not a criminal! Your husband is trying to help me!" 

"I see... and it's your case he's been working on the last several days?" 
she queried. 

"Yes... I'm afraid so... " 

"Well... " she said resignedly. "I suppose you'll have to stay! Let me up 
now... please?" 

Walt tried to recapture her lips, trying to prolong the mood, but she 
twisted her head aside, saying, "No! Don't! I've got to think... about what 
I've already done! I-I don't know whether... I can live... with myself!" 

"You've done both yourself... and Warren a favor, is what I think!" he told 
her, rolling to his side from on top of her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

To Ginger Kincaid, the telephone call was innocent enough, but to Kim 
Carson, who made it, it was a matter of life or death... her own. 

"Ginger... ? This is Kim... Kim Carson... I just had to talk to you...!" 

"Well, I don't want to talk to you!" 

"Please... don't hang up on me... I want to explain... " she pleaded 
desperately. 

"What's to explain...?" 

"I thought that man... Warren would be gone... before you arrived... and 
we'd just have a lovely... woman-woman thing, again... " 

"So...?" Ginger was cynical now. 

"Your husband... isn't around there is he...?" 

"No... he's gone!" 

"Just for the day... or will he be gone for a dew days?" 

"Well... " Ginger hesitated. "He'll be gone for several days... I think... " 

"Oh, where did he go...?" 

"What's this all got to do with anything...?" 

"Well... if you'd feel better about things... I thought maybe you'd want to 
invite me... to your house... especially if your husband's going to be 
gone... " Then she added, as an afterthought, "Where'd you say he was...?" 

"I didn't... but he said something about going to the mountains... for some 
training workouts," Ginger told her, revealing only what Walt had told her. 

"Oh, good... then he's not likely to pop in... and spoil things for us... " 
Kim was suggestive. 

Ginger had made up her mind, even before Kim's call, and she had rehearsed 
what she would say to the woman who had seduced her. 

"Kim! You're wasting your time! I've thought it all over... and I-I've 
decided that... I really don't want the kind of thing you... you forced on 
me. I love my husband... and I'll do everything I can to keep him loving 
me!" 

"Then... you won't...?" 

"That's right!" Ginger cut in. "I don't want... that kind of life... so 
please don't try to call me... or see me... again!" 

"Ginger... please...?" 

"My mind's made up! I meant what I said!" Ginger snapped and slammed down 
the receiver. 

"That was a good performance, Kim!" Stan Rivers said. "... And, I'll keep my 
part of the bargain! I'll send you to my friend Dong Wo... in Formosa... 
instead of to the bottom of the Bay Channel. Dong told me he could use a 
beautiful white woman... in one of his more... exclusive houses... " 

Kim tried to smile through cracked lips, and tears welled from blackened, 
swollen eyes. He's not going to kill me! "Oh, Stan... thank you! Thank you!" 
she blubbered. 

* * * 

Ella Stark had wanted to get into her car and leave the cabin to Walt, but 
he had refused to let her leave, pointing out that she was in no condition 
to drive safely. 

In the end, she had agreed to stay. "But, you'll have to promise... to stay 
your distance... unless I change my mind... " she had told him. 

There was very little to eat in the cabin, and as dinner time neared, Walt 
volunteered to go down to the village to buy whatever was necessary. He had 
decided to walk, knowing that it would help him to stay in condition. 

Ella was fussing around in the kitchen getting ready to prepare their 
evening meal. She had had one more drink with Walt, as they had talked, 
afterward... and, she was still feeling lightheaded. 

Hearing a step in the living room, she glanced through the door, expecting 
to see Walt loaded down with grocery sacks... but it was not Walt! 

"Who...?" she started to say, when she heard the kitchen door open. Glancing 
behind her, she froze in terror, as she saw another man coming through that 
door toward her. 

Her scream was muffled by a rough hand clamped over her mouth, as she was 
pinioned by the second man. 

"Take her into the bedroom! Tie her up!" someone ordered. 

She felt herself lifted, carried, then she was on the big, double bed, a gag 
stuffed in her mouth, while hard-handed men tied her to the bed. God! Who 
are they? Wh-What do they... w-want... ? 

"Say! She's quite a woman!" One of the men grinned, ogling her, then reached 
out to feel appreciatively of her breasts, free and unfettered under her 
dressing robe. She looked up, pleadingly, into hard eyes, seeing a blond 
man, with a scar on his forehead. Behind the hardness of those merciless 
eyes, she saw lust... and she knew. H-He wants me! 

"Kincaid's not here!" the leader snapped. 

She swiveled her eyes around to see that he was a short, square man, with 
very white hair. N-No... I'm wrong! They're looking for Walt! Then, she 
remembered. He had told her some people were trying to find him... And, they 
have! 

"How about having a little fun with his wife... while we're waiting for him 
to show?" the third man in the bedroom suggested. 

They think I-I'm Walt's wife!... 

The white-haired man looked down at her, then reached down to pull her 
dressing robe open, revealing her nakedness to all three pair of lewdly 
staring eyes. "Hell... why not?" he grunted. "Walt's not going to be any use 
to her... or anybody else... when we're through with him!" 

Through fear-widened eyes she looked up at them and wig-wagged her head a 
violent NO. She tried to scream it, but the gag in her mouth muffled the 
sound. Rape! Rape! RAPE! The word ricocheted screamingly around inside her 
skull. A-All three of them... ? Are all three of them... going t-to RAPE 
m-me... ? Oh, My G-God... Then, another equally startlingly ironic 
thought:... And, they think I-I'm Walt's wife! They're going t-to rape me... 
and I'm the wrong woman! 

The white-haired man leaned over her, and she saw that he was not really 
old. "You can object all you want to... Mrs. Kincaid... but you're going to 
get fucked... by all three of us... understand?" 

Again, she flailed her head negatively. 

Going on, he told her, "You can make it as easy... or as hard as you want! 
If you cooperate... you won't get hurt... but if you fight us... I can't 
guarantee anything!" Turning to the scar-faced man he said, "Untie her legs, 
Mike... for starters!" "Okay... Stan... but what if Kincaid comes back while 
we're throwing a fuck into his wife...?" Mike queried. 

"Just keep your guns handy... after all, they're three of us, with guns! He 
wouldn't stand a chance!" Stan answered. 

The third man added, "... But, he's pretty tough! I know!" 

"A .45 slug'll stop him, though!" Mike sneered, reaching out to untie the 
knotted ropes at her ankles. 

The third man, whose name she hadn't heard yet, went around to the other 
side of the bed, sat down on it and reached out with his left hand, pulling 
her robe aside to expose her naked loins. 

"Damn! She's really a hot looking little piece!" he leered. "It's going to 
be fun fucking you, Doll... and I'd like to see Walt's face when he finds 
out I did!" 

"Is that all you want... revenge?" Stan asked. 

"Yeah... and I'll get it, too!" 

His hand was on her inner thigh, now, caressing her and moving upward. 
Looking down, Ella saw, then, that his right hand was encased in a cast. The 
man's face was scarred, his nose had been broken, giving him an evil look. 
She was revulsed by his appearance, and tried to clench her thighs tightly 
together. He snickered at her. "You can't keep them together like that for 
long!" 

Then, as she looked beyond the seated man, she saw Mike standing at the foot 
of the bed. He had taken off all of his clothes, and as she watched, his 
shorts came off. Standing out rigidly from his body, his massively hard 
erection jerked throbbingly, in his hand that gripped the shaft of it 
lightly. 

"Stan... " he was saying. "It'll be a hell of a lot more fun... if we untie 
her completely... and take the gag off... what do you say...?" 

"Okay!" he agreed, coming to the bed to sit down beside her. 

Shoving his pistol into her face, he growled, "You see this... ? Well... if 
I untie you... and take that gag out of your mouth... you'll do exactly what 
we want you to do... and no talking or screeching... understand?" 

Ella stared at the gun and knew that he meant business. She moved her head 
up and down in understanding. 

To cinch it down for her, he went on, "... Because... otherwise, Baby... 
I'll shove this cannon up your sweet, little cunt... and blow your insides 
out!" 

The threat was delivered with a deadliness she couldn't believe. My God... 
I-I'm sure he's capable of doing it... too! The horrible vision of a death 
like that passed in gory detail before her eyes... and she knew there was 
nothing she could do but accept whatever they did to her... if she expected 
to live! 

Mike released her hands, while Stan removed the gag from her mouth. 

"You understand... don't you?" 

With a wary look at the pistol in his hand, she murmured, "Y-Yes... But 
I-I'm... " 

"That's all! No more talking!" he snapped, silencing her, as she wanted to 
tell them that they had made a horrible mistake... that she wasn't Walt's 
wife! 

Now, Stan was standing beside the bed taking off his clothing, while Mike 
stretched out, naked, on the bed beside her, his warm body snuggling into 
close contact, the hardened shaft of his throbbing cock pressing up tight 
against the smooth flesh of her thigh. Then, his hands swarmed over the 
luscious contours of her body, kneading and massaging, cupping and tweaking, 
and his mouth captured hers, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, 
sinuously, to taste and savor. 

Ella was sure it wouldn't happen! She was being forced... raped... 
threatened with death... if she didn't cooperate, but as the naked man, 
beside her, mauled the sensitive mounds of her smoothly pliant breasts, 
teasing the nipples into coning erection, while at the same time, his tongue 
flicked in and out of her mouth, she found herself responding to him. God! 
She didn't want that! They could force her... but she didn't have to like 
it! 

... Now, warm hands worked their way up her thighs, toward the nakedness of 
her loins, and unconsciously she clamped her thighs together. 

"Open your legs!" Stan ordered. 

Reluctantly, fear clutching at her insides, she slowly allowed her thighs to 
relax. She heard him gasp, as he forced her legs to splay wide, and then he 
was crawling in between the white, tapering columns. Try as she might she 
could not control the trembling of her legs. 

"God damn! That's the sweetest little cunt I've seen... in a long time!" 

Then, she felt his blunt finger tracing the length of her now tinglingly 
vibrant cuntal furrow, rubbing against the short length of her sensitively 
hardened clitoral bud, causing her to grind her hips, gyratingly, in an 
effort to escape the tantalizing sensations it generated in her. 

She felt it clearly, as his finger drifted on down to worm its way into the 
moist warmth of her vaginal opening, where he thrust it in and out of her 
then swirled it around and around just inside the opening. No matter how she 
tried to suppress it, her desire was being rekindled by these lewd 
rapists... and she couldn't help it. Arcing, electric sensations grounded 
themselves in her loins and flashed along her nerve endings, ecstatically, 
until she found that her hips were undulating up involuntarily to meet his 
obscenely stimulating finger. 

Lying down beside her, the third man, whose name had still not been 
mentioned, and. who was hampered, in undressing, no doubt, by the cast on 
his right hand, pressed his hard-muscled body in close to her. She could 
feel the enormously hard shaft of his erectile penis against the 
satin-smooth skin of her thigh, matching Mike's on the opposite side. 

Down between her legs, she felt Stan pull his moistened finger from her 
rapidly heating vaginal tunnel; the, using both hands, he raised her knees, 
flexing them, his warm palms sliding caressingly down the inner, 
velvet-smooth flesh of her thighs, forcing them wider apart, until his hands 
framed the golden-downed lips of her cringingly expectant slit. His thumbs, 
on either side, slowly spread her coral-tinged petals, flowering her open to 
him, and she could feel the cooling air as it washed over the moist warmth 
of her most secret flesh. She knew what was coming next, and she had a 
feverish impulse to cry out... stop him; at the same time, a grisly image of 
what he threatened bounced around inside her skull. Life was too dear! Her 
thighs relaxed, and she allowed her hips to rise up to meet his long, 
moistly taunting tongue. It teased at her coral-lined opening for a long 
moment, before he plunged the wetly flicking tip deep up into her searing, 
liquid depths. Involuntarily, she moaned, as slashing erotic sensations 
surged uncontrollably through her whole body. 

Now, the third man, stretched out on the opposite side from Mike, was 
nibbling and sucking at a distended nipple, while his hand kneaded the 
softly resilient flesh of the opposite breast. 

Sensation after sensation crowded in on her, and she found herself sucking 
hungrily at Mike's tongue, writhing her torso up to the third man's 
nibbling, sucking mouth, jiggling her breasts prettily for his benefit. 
Below, her loins gyrated, grindingly up into Stan's face, as his tongue 
flicked in and out of her now lust-filled cunt. 

Shifting upward, then, Stan's lips grazed their way through her 
sensation-seared vaginal furrow to find the sensitively erect bud of her 
clitoris, hidden in its fold of flesh, the sparse golden curls of her pubic 
hair parting as his tongue pressured tantalizingly into it. 

Both men, lying on either side of her, pressing their naked bodies against 
her, felt the deep shock of it in her. She gasped as the heat lightning his 
tongue generated was grounded deep in her quivering belly, the arcing flash 
of it causing her to writhe her buttocks down and away from his lashing 
tongue, but in the very next instant, uncontrollably, her loins undulated up 
to him, wanting more of his lewdly licking tongue. 

"Oh... OOoohh...!" she moaned up into Mike's mouth. 

Unwanted, exquisite sensations seemed to multiply themselves in her body, 
and she could do nothing to stop them. She liked Mike's kiss, his darting 
tongue alive in her mouth, the warmth of his caressing hand that roamed over 
her body, and on her other side, the man with the injured hand, sucked at 
her breasts, as his good hand, cupped and kneaded, fondling the firm 
roundness of its satiny smooth flesh. She liked that, too... liked the 
feeling of her hardened nipples being nibbled on and spiking out into his 
warm palm. 

... And, then, Stan, below, took the throbbingly erect bud of her clitoris 
between his teeth, holding it imprisoned, while his tongue danced a whirling 
dervish, circling the tiny, throbbingly vibrant head in rapid tempo. 

"Oh, My Goddddd!" she breathed up into Mike's mouth. 

The intensity of the sensations she experienced was almost more than she 
could bear. Groping with both hands, she found Stan's head, entangling her 
fingers in his hair and pulling his face in tight to her sensation-filled 
loins. 

For several moments, she spiraled upward in ever-increasing arousal, 
conscious of everything that each of the three men were doing. 

... Then, suddenly, Stan pulled away from her, and she felt instant 
disappointment. 

"Okay, Baby... that's enough of that! It's time you were being fucked!" Stan 
Rivers grunted. 

Instinctively, the two men on either side of her also pulled away to make 
room for their leader, who now knelt between her moistly widespread thighs. 
She looked down, fearfully, to see that he gripped the hugely pulsing shaft 
of his cock. Hypnotized, she watched, as he slowly retracted the heavy 
foreskin to reveal the shiny, red-satin smoothness of his cock head. There 
was a tiny droplet of viscous moisture oozing from the thin little slit at 
its tip. 

Leering into her face lewdly, he asked, "You ready... for some fucking?" 

Dismally, Ella answered, "You haven't given me a... ch-choice... really!" 

"You're damned right!" the white-haired Rivers grated. 

The third man, leaned up, and addressing his boss, said, "Stan... why don't 
we give her the full treatment... right now...?" 

"What do you mean... Willie...?" 

"Hell... get her up on her knees... so she can handle more than one at a 
time!" 

Rivers was agreeable. "Okay... turn her over!" 

Ella felt herself being turned over to her stomach, her hips hauled up until 
she was on her knees and elbows, her softly rounded, full-orbed buttocks 
upturned nakedly in the air behind her. 

Coming in behind her, then, Stan used both hands to spread her tremblingly 
clenching ass-cheeks wide, as he guided his granite-hard rod of throbbing 
make flesh straight into her softly pulsing cuntal opening. She gasped at 
the monstrous size of it. She was filled as never before with the length and 
girth of Stan's plundering prick. 

"AAaaaaggh! It's... t-too big!" she screamed. 

"Shut up, Bitch! I told you no screaming!" he grunted as he worked the 
aching shaft of his cock around inside her, stretching the resilient flesh 
of her clasping vaginal passage. Then, with smooth, short strokes, he began 
to fuck in and out of her, and the temporary pain seemed to vanish, leaving 
only insanely ecstatic sensations of sexual pleasure. With wild abandon, she 
began to thrust back at him, counterpointing his potent, pistoning cock. 

Mike Kelly was kneeling in front of her, sitting back on his heels, his 
long, pulsing cock standing out rampantly from his hairy loins, and as Stan, 
slamming into her from behind, rocked her forward, her lips brushed against 
the silky softness of its blood-engorged head. 

"Here, Mrs. Kincaid... you can suck my cock!" the one named Mike leered. 

Unthinking, automatically, knowing that in this she would have no choice, 
either, Ella suppressed her revulsion, and took the head of his cock into 
the saliva moistened warmth of her mouth. 

"Turn your lips in over your teeth!" Mike growled, as her sharp teeth grazed 
the sensitive flesh of his pulsingly hardened shaft. 

She obeyed, instantly, Then, quite naturally, she used her tongue, swirling 
it all around the smooth rubbery flesh, attempting finally to push the tip 
of her tongue into the tiny slit. 

Gradually, her revulsion left her. She found its flavor different... heavily 
masculine, and she felt the throbbing jerk of it in her oral cavern, as she 
hollowed her cheeks and tried bravely to suck it. Dimly, she thought: Why... 
it's not that bad... or ugly!... And, she wished fervently that she'd not 
been so stubborn... when her own husband had wanted her to do it. 

* * * 

Walking back along the road to the Stark's cabin, Walt carried two large 
paper bags full of groceries. He was thinking about the coming evening... 
and how he'd try to change Ella's mind... Hell... she sort of left it 
open-ended... and I'll do my damndest to get her into the sack... again! To 
that end, there was a fifth of gin and Scotch in his shopping bags. 

He passed a big, gold-colored Oldsmobile that was parked just below the 
cabin, on the road. Automatically, he read the license tag... and stopped 
dead in his tracks. 

"Son-of-a-bitch!" he muttered to himself. "They're here!" Then: Christ! I 
almost walked into a trap! 

Quickly, he ditched the bags of groceries... And Warren Stark's wife is in 
there... by herself! 

He looked the cabin over, carefully, There's no guard... or lookout... that 
I can see... 

Approaching the house carefully, he peeked into the living room window, 
keeping himself hidden. The room was not occupied. He could see on through 
the kitchen. That leaves the bedroom... God! Do you suppose... ? 

Inching himself cautiously along the side of the cabin, the big boxer gained 
the bedroom window. On the bed he saw the sexual tableau. He recognized Stan 
Rivers from the party at his house in Carmel... where all of it had begun. 
He's fucking her from behind... and that other guy whose cock she's sucking 
must be Mike Kelly! Willie Schultz's not doing anything... right now! 

... Then, he saw that all three had pistols lying close at hind! Damn! I 
wouldn't have a chance of a snowball in hell... in there! 

Silently, he made his way back to the road and ran back to the village. He 
found a pay telephone at a service station. Warren Stark was at home. He 
answered his telephone on the third ring. 

* * * 

Gradually, Mike began to flex his hips to force his aching cock deeper into 
Ella Stark's widely ovaled mouth... and she took it, until finally he was 
driving it all the way down into her throat. She gagged, at first, but after 
a while she accepted it, matching him, as her head began to bob up and down, 
in simulation of genital intercourse. 

Willie was feeling cut out. It was he who had suggested a change in 
position, but things hadn't gone the way he had wanted it. 

"God damn it!" she heard him growl. I want to fuck her, too!" 

"You'll have to wait, Willie!" Stan snapped. 

"Hell... why should I wait... when she can take all three of us... at the 
same time!" Schultz came back. 

Three... ? All three... at the same... t-time?? The monstrous idea slammed 
around inside her skull. Oh, God! No! 

"How're you going to manage that?" Stan asked. 

"Hell! That's simple! One in her cunt... one up in her ass... and she sucks 
off the other one! 

Ella wanted to scream in protest. She couldn't because her mouth was stuffed 
full of Mike's hotly throbbing cock. That's impossible! They wouldn't!! But, 
she knew they would. These three men were capable of anything. She truly 
believed they were. They're heartless! 

Then, she felt Willie's hand caressing the flexing orbs of her buttocks. It 
slid down between Stark's pounding pelvis, that was driving his thundering 
prick deep into her cuntal sheath, and her quivering, clenching backside. A 
finger searching in the crevice for the puckered brown flesh of her anus, 
the tip of his finger probing at it, until it popped in past the ring of 
flexing muscle. Then, he thrust hard, and his finger was worming around deep 
inside, moving twirlingly in the soft, sponginess of her rectum. It hurt! 
She screamed, but no sound escaped around the massive, pulsing presence in 
her mouth and throat. 

Now, he thrust in a second finger, sawing it in and out, in tempo with 
Stan's fucking prick. She heard Willie chortle through her pain, "She'll be 
ready... in about a minute!" 

Suddenly, Ella heaved herself up to her hands. Kneeling on all fours she was 
able to clear her mouth of Mike's jerking, lust-filled cock. 

Frantically, she cried out, "OOOOOoooooh! Godddd! D-Don't do... that... t-to 
me!" 

CRACK! 

Mike slapped her face, hard, growling, "Shut up, Bitch! We warned you not to 
scream!" He reached out to her head, grasping it roughly and forced her head 
back down to his moistly glistening cock's head. "Keep sucking!" he ordered. 

Behind her she felt Willie's fingers being pulled from her now slightly 
stretched rectum. His lewd voice came to her, as he said, "Now... she'll be 
able to take your cock! Just go ahead and shove it in her!" 

Stan pulled out of her now wildly miling pussy and nudged the head of his 
rock-hard cock into the tiny, cringing opening. Then, he shoved, hard, his 
legs straining as he forced the blood-engorged cock-head up into the lips of 
her tiny protesting anus a bare inch. The pain was almost unbearable, but 
she couldn't scream. Oh, My God... It'll split me in two! 

With super-human effort, then, Stan thrust hard and drove his giant, wildly 
pulsing shaft deep into the smooth, warmth of her spongy-fleshed rectum, 
where he flexed it deep up inside her. Sweat broke out on Stan's face. The 
exquisite pleasure-pain of it was almost too much for him. 

"Okay! Now, roll her over with her back on your stomach!" Willie instructed, 
orchestrating the whole procedure. 

Wrapping his short, brawny arms around Ella tightly, Stan rolled to his 
side, she following; then, he squirmed over onto his back, hauling her up to 
lie on his stomach, as he kept his penis imbedded deeply up into her 
wide-stretched rectum. 

Willie could hardly wait for her to get into position. With a groaning rush, 
he forced his loins up between her splayed-out legs, guiding his achingly 
throbbing cock straight into her flowered open cunt, without further 
preparation, plunging it home into her helplessly quivering belly. 

Oh God! Two of them fucking me! Her head whirled spinningly, and her whole 
abdomen felt as though she were being torn asunder. Then, Mike, who had been 
forced to pull his almost ready to burst cock from her mouth, while the 
position change was made, knelt on all fours, crosswise above her face, 
bringing his lust-soaked cock-head down to her mouth, again, growling, "Here 
it is, Baby! Now... suck me good... and all the way!" 

Hungrily, she ovaled her lips to take it into her mouth, not understanding 
why... just knowing that now she wanted to do it, as above her Willie 
Schultz began fucking in and out of her wildly clasping cunt. At the same 
time, below, Stan was sawing in and out of her clinging rectum. 

A concert of motion was there among them... and now, there was no pain for 
Ella. 

There was only the spiraling sensations rocketing through her, building 
within her almost beyond human endurance. 

Never in Ella's wildest imagination could she have conjured up anything as 
bizarre... and never would she have divined that it could have happened to 
her. Three men were all fucking her... at the same time... and the 
sensations she was experiencing were simply out of this world. She felt as 
though she were being blasted off into deep space. 

Suddenly, she began to convulse, arriving at her orgasm in an arching flash 
of sensation. She began to cum... and cum... and cum... almost endlessly. 

Oh! I'mmmmmmmmm going t-to cummmmmm! AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa uuuuugggh! 

She couldn't scream it aloud because of Mike's cock sliding wildly in and 
out of her mouth. Then, she was aware that the insanely throbbing expansion 
of it meant that he was beginning to climax. Somehow, it had never occurred 
to her, until that instant. God! He'll cum in my mouth! She didn't have time 
to think about it. He came. His hot, white semen spewed from the top of his 
expanding cock deep into her throat, and she was forced to swallow it, 
automatically, to keep from gagging. She could feel it flowing hotly in 
warmly cascading rivulets of milk-white heat far down into her hungrily 
accepting belly. Finally, gasping his lewd satisfaction, Mike pulled his 
deflating penis from her mouth and rolled to his side. He groaned, "That was 
good, Baby Doll... damned good!" 

... And now, Willie, cradled between her widespread legs, began to slam 
long, hard cunt-punishing strokes into her... and she began to cum... for 
the second time! 

"Ohhhhh! IlllllI'mmm cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnggg... again! Fuuuuuuuuck meeeee! 
Haaaarrrdd!" she screamed, demandingly. Then as she convulsed in 
soul-shattering release she opened her mouth and squealed out her 
completion, sandwiched between the two wildly ravishing cocks. 
"AAAAaaaaauuuuugggggh." 

Almost simultaneously, Willie above her driving toward his ejaculation, 
pounded into her deeply, and he was there, spewingly... while below, 
slamming up into her squirming rectum, Stan's cock also began to jet out its 
white, hot semen. She could feel both wildly pumping pricks, as they jerked 
expandingly deep inside both of her desperately milking passages. 

Willie groaned out his satisfaction, as he held himself stiffened above her, 
not moving, while his heavy load of sperm was hosed through him to splash 
deeply up into her greedily clasping vaginal tunnel. Beneath her, Stan 
heaved up against her to drive his spewing penis deep, lifting them both, as 
his cum spurted deep into the clinging sponginess of her rectum. 

Then Willie collapsed on top of her. The only sounds in the bedroom for 
several moments were those of raspy breathing and moans of satisfaction. 

The orgy was finished and Ella Stark felt as if the whole of her insides was 
nothing more than a great swirling pool of heated male sperm. She was filled 
to the bursting point. 

There was only the unfinished business of Walt Kincaid, as the three deadly 
men waited for him to return to the cabin. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Stan Rivers, Mike Kelly and Willie Schultz were dressed now, and Stan had 
ordered Ella tied up again. Not bothering to cover her shameful nakedness 
and sperm covered body, they had bound and gagged her, leaving her there on 
the bed where she had been ravished to sort out her thoughts and feelings. 

Outside, Warren Stark and Walt Kincaid played the same waiting game. As 
Warren had explained it, "Sooner or later... one of them'll come out... and 
we nail him!" 

Inside the cabin Stan growled, "Stop worrying... damn it! He'll have to come 
back... his car is still here!" 

"... but it's been over two hours now!" Mike Kelly fumed. "I think I'll go 
out and take a look around! He could be bringing all the fuzz in the County 
down on us!" 

Confidently, Stan declared, "He won't go to the police!" 

Kelly came out onto the porch and looked out into the gathering darkness, 
seeing that Walt's rental car was undisturbed. Everything seemed to be 
peaceful and quiet, but Mike was worried. I wonder where the hell he is... ? 

As he turned to go back into the cabin, he slumped without a sound from a 
sharp blow to the back of his neck, delivered by Warren Stark. Warren caught 
him and together the two men moved off into the darkness carrying Kelly's 
unconscious form. He was soon disarmed and tied securely, lying in a ditch 
beside the road. 

"One down... and two to go!" Warren whispered. "... And it won't be long 
before they'll be looking for him!" 

They settled down to wait. Five minutes passed. 

"What the hell's keeping Mike... ? Maybe you'd better check on him Willie!" 
Rivers growled. 

"He's mine!" Walt whispered. 

Willie came out of the cabin, his pistol clutched in his good left hand. He 
peered into the darkness. "Kelly!" he called. "Where the hell are you? " 

"Over here... Willie!" Warren stage-whispered. 

The former boxer moved toward him as Walt came from behind, Mike's pistol in 
his hand. 

"Drop the gun... Willie!" Walt told him, low-voiced. 

"Son-of-a-bitch! Walt!" 

He swung around to level his pistol, just as Warren sprang from cover, 
bringing his own handgun down in a short hard arc against Willie's 
gun-clutching hand. The steel barrel crunched the bones of that hand, and 
the pistol clattered to the porch flooring. "Oooww!" he screeched, looking 
down helplessly as he realized both his hands were broken. 

Rivers, hearing Willie's shriek of pain, jumped up from his chair and dashed 
toward the front door, his pistol in his hand. 

Standing in the darkness of the porch, Warren could have shot him... but he 
didn't. He wanted the man to live... to face a court. The crazy impulse to 
charge in shooting had already been stilled. Now he coolly waited for his 
man and chopped him down with a stunning blow to the back of the neck as he 
came through the door. 

Pausing only long enough to pick up Rivers's pistol and grunt to Walt, "Take 
care of them!" he headed toward the bedroom and his wife. 

Quickly, he freed her, and she was in his arms. 

Warren! Oh Warren!" she cried with relief. "They... r-raped me... and did 
horrible things... t-to m-me!" 

"I know... darling... but everything's all right now!" he soothed as her 
hysteria mounted. 

* * * 

Warren summoned a doctor who administered a sedative to her and recommended 
that she rest in bed for a day or two. 

To the sheriff's deputies who came to take the three men into custody, 
Warren recounted the charges he would bring against them. "I'll be talking 
to the D.A... but for now we can start off with forcible rape, assault with 
a deadly weapon and conspiracy to commit extortion... and we can take Kim 
Carson off that plane in Hawaii. I want her held as a material witness!" 

* * * 

The human spirit is resilient and time is its best ally. 

It was three weeks later at Ella's insistence that Walt and Ginger Kincaid 
were guests for dinner at the Stark home. 

She was the perfect hostess, serving everything to perfection, and after 
dinner with drinks in their hands, the conversation turned to the 
experiences they had shared. 

Walt was uncomfortable. Ella was seated next to him on the couch, and as the 
talk drifted to sex it was Ella who carried the conversational ball. 

"One thing... I found out... was that I was dead wrong... the way I treated 
Warren... before... and I found out that I'm more responsive than I 
thought!" 

"You can say that again!" Warren put in. "I've got a real tigress in bed 
now!" 

"... But one thing I've really thought about... and Warren and I've talked 
about it... is that loving one man isn't enough for me...!" 

Ginger Kincaid cut in then, "Do you mean... you want to have affairs now?" 

"No... that's not what she means!" Warren said. "Let's all face the truth of 
the matter!" He looked around at the other three. "I've made it with 
Ginger... and Walt's made it with Ella! What we're talking about... is more 
of the same!" 

"Damn! You're not serious?" Walt grinned, "... Are you...?" 

"We are!" Ella and Warren said it almost simultaneously. 

Ella turned toward Walt and asked breathlessly, "What do you think, 
darling?"... 

"I think it's a damned good idea!" 

"What about you, Ginger...?" Warren asked. 

"Well... it's kind of a wild idea... but... " She stopped momentarily, 
looking at her husband Walt. Then as Ella Stark slid easily into her 
husband's arms, she went on, "I'll go along with it!" 

Warren Stark came to where Walt's wife sat, took her by the arm, lifting 
her, then led her down the hallway toward the guest room. 

"This time," he told her, "we'll have plenty of time to get acquainted... 
first!" 


THE END
