Learning From Sister
by Grace Jensen
(LLP-474)


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he 
alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny 
others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to 
consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be. called the age of sexual enlightenment. That 
this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The hot New Mexico sun had finally set and the town was coming to life. It 
was warm and the sky was full of twinkling stars. 

Well, everything was working out after all, thought Denise Dowd. She had 
felt that she had been out-numbered and out-voted when her husband Mac, her 
sister Lucy, and her sister's boyfriend Gordon had talked her into the New 
Mexico vacation. 

The others had all had good reasons for coming here. Lucy and Gordon were so 
excited about the three-day rock concert that they were behaving like little 
kids on the day before Christmas. Mac was devotee of American Indian culture 
and Standozo, New Mexico, the site of the rock festival was a treasure trove 
of Zuni Indian craft and culture. He too, was excited and busy all day long 
going here and there looking and buying. 

Denise had not looked forward to staying in the hot desert for two weeks. 
She was blonde and her skin was sensitive to the sun. The first few days had 
been difficult because the heat just made her sleepy and her skin seemed to 
be on fire. She had finally decided to just give in to the sun and lie by 
the pool at the hotel during the day and postpone all activity until the 
cooler evening hours. 

As a result her skin was turning a warm toasty brown. It was the first deep 
tan she had ever gotten and she couldn't believe the difference it made in 
her appearance. Oh, not that she was a homely girl. She knew that her 
wide-eyed innocent face, slim legs and round breasts were appealing. But the 
contrast of the dark tan and her sun-bleached hair worked a kind of magic 
upon the opposite sex and she had never in her life felt so desirable. 

When Mac would return from his day of artifact hunting Denise could hardly 
wait to hear the shower water running. She knew that this was her cue to sit 
at her dressing table and begin to apply the tanning lotion to her naked 
legs. 

This evening Mac was taking so long in the shower. What was he thinking and 
doing she wondered. She turned around to look over at the bed and Mac was 
standing right behind her wearing only his pajama bottoms. His erect penis 
was pulling all the slack out of the baggy pajamas and it slightly throbbing 
hardness brushed sensuously against her elbow. 

Mac reached around her from behind and squeezed her tightly around the 
chest, cupping her firm, high breasts with his opened palms. She relaxed 
again, then leaned her head back on his strong shoulder. His lips touched 
hers, then clamped hard against her warm softness, one hand left her breast 
and caressed tenderly the smooth flat plane of her belly. His fingertips 
teasingly brushed the soft fluffy down of her pubic triangle, she purred a 
sigh of surrender into his ear, nibbling lightly on his earlobe as his hand 
inched lower toward the junction of her limply parted thighs. His hand 
clenched into a fist, pressing her soft yielding legs a little further 
apart, then opened again as his fingers probed the moist warm furrow of her 
pussy. 

She bit him playfully on the nose, her head back over her bare shoulder, 
"Mac love, you never seem to get enough of me down there, do you?" 

His lips locked wetly on the sensitive flesh of her neck, just below the 
ear, and she squirmed girlishly to escape the ticklish shivers his kiss was 
sending along her naked spine. "Never enough of that hot little thing of 
yours, baby," he growled, "Where do you want it? Right her on this stool ... 
or back in the bed?" 

Denise stood up now and faced him, her full ripe nakedness out-lined in the 
evening's yellow glow from outside. Her firm jutting breasts pushed into his 
bare chest as her arms encircled him and pulled his yearning body tight 
against hers. "Anywhere you want me, lover," she cooed, "But try not to be 
so athletic this time, will you? Lucy is asleep right next door, and I 
wouldn't want to be giving my kid sister any ideas. It's hard enough keeping 
her and Gordon out of the sack together as it is." 

Mac's hands on her back smoothed over the fleshy white mounds of her bare 
buttocks, ivory in marked contrast to her chocolate tan, then kneading the 
soft warm flesh of her ass, he pinched the tender silky skin between his 
fingers as he spread apart the half-moons of her tantalizing behind. "Who 
gives a damn about what she hears? She and Gordon'll be at it soon enough, 
if they aren't already. I'm just thinking about one thing baby, and it's 
right there between those pretty long legs of yours." 

Denise moaned hungrily as he rolled her from the bedside stool onto the 
mattress. Her legs came back involuntarily against her breasts, opening up 
the full fleshy expanse of her pussy and naked buttocks to his caressing 
finger's. 

"Fuck me, Mac ... make this one the best on our trip. One to remember New 
Mexico by. Fuck me good, darling!" 

Mac wasn't the only one who had noticed the sudden transformation in Denise. 
Her. sister Lucy was even now in her room down the hall gazing at her own 
body in her full length mirror, comparing it with her older sister's. Of 
course there were the obvious differences. Lucy's hair was much longer 
falling down below her waist. It cascaded down over her huge breasts. Lucy 
pulled her hair away with her hand to look at her right breast. My tits are 
bigger than Denise's she was thinking. 

They were also browner because Lucy had found a secret place out on the 
hillside behind the hotel where she could sunbath with the top of her bikini 
removed. She had even had the nerve to remove the bottoms a few times and 
she was on her way to becoming completely golden all over her velvety 
thighs. Too bad nobody can see me naked now Lucy thought, smiling to herself 
in the mirror. 

There was a knock at the door and Lucy's heart jumped. That must be Gordon 
she thought. "Just a minute," she shouted to the door. 

She would like to show herself to Gordon, she thought but she knew she 
couldn't. Gordon was such a gentleman that he had never tried to undress 
her. She had seen him though quite a few times. When he took her home at the 
end of a date Lucy remembered him undoing the buttons on his Levi's and 
gently placing her hand upon his rock-like penis. She had pretended not to 
look but she did look once or twice and she loved what she saw. 

She smiled when she thought how shy Gordon was with her. Perhaps it was 
because he had been Mac's roommate before Mac had married Denise. Lucy knew 
how much respect Gordon had for Mac and it showed in the way he treated 
Mac's young sister-in-law. 

Lucy finished tying the strings of her bikini and opened the door to her 
room. 

He stepped inside, ad she was in his arms and squeezing agonizingly close 
against him before he could close the door behind him. Christ, he's stood it 
as long as any man could! Only looking at her now was enough to drive him 
right out of his mind. And now! Holding her like this, alone, just the two 
of them in this still dimly-lighted room, her skimpy swimsuit scarcely 
concealing her naked beauty. He knew his promise his vow to her to wait 
until they could be married. But damn it all, that could be another year 
away yet! No man could endure this kind of suffering, not even for the woman 
he loved. "Baby, I've got to have you, now. I 

I ... I just can't wait any longer!" 

"But Gordon," was all she managed to say, her tiny hands against his chest 
as he pulled her tightly against him, her long flowing blonde hair framing 
the innocent glow of her lovely face, her eyes deeply probing his own. 

Her hands dropped to her sides as she allowed the tender young buds of her 
firm breasts to be pressed against his heaving chest. She moaned a tiny sigh 
as her hands slipped upward around his neck, her lips pressed now wetly 
against his as he maneuvered her backward and onto, the bed. 

His hand went under the bikini top and cupped her young soft breast in his 
open palm. Then the bikini top was pushed above her breasts and the exposed 
satiny brown spheres were before him in the evening light, twin luscious 
globes that quivered under his touch, two throbbing nipples that hardened 
with youthful fervor as he massaged them with his caressing fingertips. She 
gasped as he took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, his 
playing tongue obviously setting off an explosion of passion within her 
blossoming body, blinding her thoughts, her very nerves, to the exploring 
reach of his hot, excited hand as it slipped upward between her barely 
parted thighs. 

"Oh Gordon please ... we can't do this, darling, oh please," she hoarsely 
whispered with her sweet warm breath blowing softly into his face as he 
kissed and sucked at her breasts, fanning the raging hell of lust and desire 
that had already consumed his hard masculine form and was driving him insane 
with its intensity. 

But he didn't stop ... he couldn't stop. Instead, his probing hands 
continued to fondle and graze the tingling flesh along the whole length of 
her body, roving over her flat belly and downward to where her bikini 
concealed the sparse soft mound of her pubic fluff. He touched her there 
tenderly, his strong, yet gentle, fingers stroking and teasing her until she 
became aware of this unsensed invasion. She gasped aloud at the electric 
sensation of his middle finger slipping slowly inside the legband of her 
bikini bottom and abruptly into the moist virginal cleft of her now wetly 
secreting vagina. A wave of incredible feeling rushed over her, causing her 
to writhe feverishly under his touch, as though a charged wire had been held 
to her untouched loins. 

His prick was swollen beyond belief, his balls crying for release. 
Goddamnit, he couldn't take it a second longer! It had to be now ... now! He 
knew she must have heard him unzipping his trousers as he unleashed the 
thick, blood-filled length of rock-hard flesh; it pressed tightly against 
the silken warmth of her upper thigh. Immediately he felt her quivering 
belly recoil instinctively from its alien touch, even as his finger nestled 
deeper between her legs and into the warm snug shelter of her tight 
elastically clinging cunt mouth. He could sense the growing, numbing waves 
of excitement as they coursed through her, feel the abandoned desire grow 
within her as she tossed her head passionately on the bed. Then, quite 
suddenly, she lay very still, almost as if hypnotized, physically stilled by 
the raging pleasurable sensations he knew stormed within her at this 
instant, she wanted it! He knew she did ... she wanted him fucking it up 
inside her! 

He searched wildly for her hand, found it and guided it to the hot rigidity 
of his cock, his own hand dwarfing hers and squeezing her tiny fingers 
around its throbbing hardness. Then, slowly, unsurely, her own fingers 
tightened around it, feeling it stiffen from her gentle warm touch as he 
breathed haltingly between the soft mounds of her breasts. 

"My God, it's so big, Gordon ... it's ... Enormous!" she whispered softly, 
holding tight of it's thick shaft, her voice choked with passion. "You're so 
HUGE! My fingers can barely reach around it, Gordon!" 

Then as if driven by some mystical inner force, she began to stroke the 
strange fleshy organ, massaging the thick layer of outer skin back and forth 
along the shaft, up and down to the same maddening rhythm he was 
fingerfucking her with his middle finger deep up inside her tight young 
pussy. There was no stopping him now, she was ready! She'd even encouraged 
his advances, he couldn't stop now! He couldn't! 

Her whole luscious body vibrated passionately, hungrily, as did his 
ecstatically hardened cock pressed tightly against her and held in her tiny 
hand. She squirmed responsively beneath his finger sinking even further into 
the tiny ring of her pussy's maidenhead, so moist and hot now from the 
excitement of their mutual caresses. The warm flow seeped from the pouting 
vaginal lips, so sparsely -lined with her pale brown vaginal fleece, 
moistening her entire crotch even to the cleft between her round, 
globe-shaped buttocks. Then, in his intense excitement, it occurred to him 
that he was about to destroy the still-intact hymen, the symbol of what she 
had held out so long for their marriage, but she wanted him to. She was 
ready to be fucked, to made into a real woman! And she wanted him and him 
alone to do it! 

His cock jerked in her small hand at every gentle loving caress she offered, 
and as he increased his maddening pleasurable finger-thrusts up into her, 
she quickened and lengthened the pumping of her tightly clenched palm around 
his throbbing, fleshy shaft, a long, lust-inflated organ that seemed to grow 
and grow into agonizing painful hardness. She began to whimper and mewl like 
an animal in heat, moist, slurred whispers tumbling from her half-parted 
lips as she squirmed frantically against him, almost as if she were trying 
to slither down his body toward the jerking symbol of his virile manhood 
that her tiny hand was clutching so lovingly. He thought of the obvious, she 
wanted him to fuck her now! But no, she couldn't be thinking of that, could 
she? How could she suddenly give in like this? 

But whatever she'd planned, whatever offering of herself she'd dared to 
make, Gordon ruined all his chances by his next too quick move. He suddenly 
could restrain his passion no longer, and he rolled over onto Lucy's young 
inviting, almost naked body. But suddenly she was fighting him, clamping her 
long naked legs tightly together, her thighs clasping his stiff throbbing 
cock between them while he struggled furiously to get the hardened tip of 
his cock up under the thin nylon crotch band and up between the moist pink 
lips of her pussy. 

"Gordon, no, no don't do it, please! Not like this, Gordon, please!" she 
cried up at him, her teeth clenched as she squirmed and struggled with a 
reserve of strength he hadn't guessed she possessed, clenching his rock-hard 
prick tightly as it strained against her upper thigh, its smooth rubbery 
head with the bikini crotch band pulled aside, brushing the fleshy, 
hair-lined furrow of her chaste pink cunt. 

"Oh God, no ... no...." her voice was a hoarse sobbing plea as she squeezed 
him harder and writhed like a helpless wretch. He began to feel the rumbling 
in his lust-swollen balls and his cock began to pump within her clutching 
fingers while he gasped aloud in uncontrollable frustrated ecstasy. 

Oh Christ, it was happening, he was cumming! He grunted and groaned aloud as 
the thick hot streams of sperm shot from his cock's jerking head, saturating 
her still obviously excited pussy-lips and its surrounding silky pubic 
curls. She was drenched up between her legs with the warm viscous liquid, 
even to the soft inner sides of her white thighs as the steady oozing stream 
dribbled wetly down between them to the sheet beneath her still hotly 
squirming buttocks. 

Then, his lust spent, he collapsed in overwhelming shame on top of her, 
breathless and still gasping, nearly sobbing as he realized his youthful 
impatience and thoughtlessness had probably driven her from him forever. But 
no, she was cooing into his ear, stroking his head and whispering that she 
understood, that it was all right, she didn't hate him after all! She still 
loved him and everything was as before! 

Gordon raised himself on his elbows and kissed her tenderly on her cheek, 
then stared for a long moment into the soft dewy depths of her tear-clouded 
eyes. He said not another word, but climbed into his clothes and, taking a 
quick look around to be sure he wasn't seen, tip-toed back into the hall and 
across to his own room. He wasn't sure what the feeling was he had inside 
him now, there was a nervous knotting in his stomach, a queasiness like 
right after a fight you'd almost lost but somehow managed to win ... he 
wasn't sure how to feel, whether to feel elated, over joyed that she still 
loved him. Or to feel sick, sick of himself for what he'd almost done. But 
there wasn't time now ... he had to pack and be ready when Mac and Denise 
came for him. He only hoped his beloved Lucy could clean herself up and 
conceal all the evidence of what had just taken place. He heard sounds 
coming from Mac's room and he quickly closed his own door behind him, 
anxious to toss his bags on the bed and have this over ... anxious to get 
back to his own Lucy. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Well, the first week of vacation is gone, thought Denise as she sat down on 
the reclining deck chair beside the hotel pool. It was another blazing hot 
morning in Stanozo. In one week's time her skin had reached a deep brown. 
She knew it wouldn't do any good to spend another whole day in the sun. Her 
moist skin was going to start to dry. But there was just nothing for her to 
do here. She was beginning to feel a little bit bored, the way she was 
afraid she would feel before the vacation began. 

She knew the rock concert would be starting tomorrow. It was all Lucy and 
Gordon could talk about. They had even gotten acquainted with some of the 
musicians in the festival. 

Lucy and Gordon didn't ask Denise to go out with them and she wasn't hurt. 
She understood that she was considered a square by her younger sister and 
she supposed that she was. But she certainly couldn't help it if she didn't 
like loud rock music and taking drugs. She knew that Lucy and Gordon-were 
probably off somewhere with their musician friends smoking some grass. She 
was getting worried that her younger sister was sometimes in bad company, 
but she also knew it didn't do any good to try to control her actions. She 
was over eighteen years old and she had always been a sensible girl. If 
she-got into trouble she would just have to learn her lesson, that's all. At 
least she was having a good time. And when the trip to New Mexico was over 
she would continue to have a good time. 

Denise on the other hand was afraid of returning home to New Jersey and 
falling into the same old routine she had followed ever since her marriage 
to Mac. It wasn't that she wasn't happy, but she had had high hopes of 
getting away and doing something different for a change. 

Now that she was here lying beside the pool, she felt that nothing was 
really changing in her life. She might really just as well be home watching 
television. She was lying there watching other people have fun. 

The only new person she had met all week was an older woman named Lola 
Gleason. Lola was a dark large-bosomed woman of about forty-five or fifty, 
still very attractive to men. Denise knew because she caught the stray 
glances of the men around the pool; those of which weren't intended for her. 

At first the two women talked just to keep from having to make conversation 
with male strangers trying to pick them up. Then Denise discovered how much 
Lola liked to talk and so for a few days she had just sat back and listened. 
It was like listening to a soap opera she thought, just like back home. Only 
she had to admit that Lola was a bit more interesting than most of those 
goody-good types in the soap operas. 

Lola was married to a fellow named Stew and they had lived in New Mexico for 
years trying their hand at one thing and another. Stew seemed to have his 
hands into all kinds of business ventures and the Gleasons seemed to lead a 
very high life style. Stew's main source of income was real estate. 

Lola and Stew had been in this game since 1966, but to Lola, sometimes it 
seemed a century. First down in the city, then way out in New Mexico, ever 
since Stew's release from the federal penitentiary in Washington. Seems the 
government didn't look too kindly on Stew's mail-order business a few years 
back and decided it was more like mail fraud than, legitimate business. That 
little vacation at Uncle Sam's expense had been the result of eighteen 
months of land sales from their base in New Mexico. It seems the 
investigators took a dim view of selling home-sites with the benefits of 
country clubs and paved streets, when there was only a seldom-used cow 
pasture and a sign indicating the future home of Stanozo's country club, 
plus a rutted dirt road that might have been paved one day. Might have been, 
that is, if Stew hadn't caught that two year stretch before they really had 
a chance to spend any of the money. And the sales hadn't been all that 
fantastic anyway; even before the law moved in they had scarcely paid for 
the deserted farm they'd chanced on while looking for a place to stay one 
late afternoon in 1961. That evening was the second night of their 
honeymoon, if you can call fishing and roaming all over New Mexico in a 
battered '49 Dodge a honeymoon. Lola had been reeling from the after-shocks 
of a nasty divorce when Stew came along. 

And no Prince Charming he was, cither. But it hadn't mattered then, and it 
really mattered not at all now. He was a pretty good guy when he wasn't on 
the bottle, and he had some hidden assets that made sticking to him all the 
more appealing ... there was that magnificent piece of meat hanging between 
his legs that he called his cock. Lola couldn't believe it the first time 
they went to bed; three years of being married to Duane had fogged any 
memories she might have had of a real man. 

But now she had Stew, for better or worse, and as long as that big beautiful 
lovestick of his held put, she had a home for life. Sometimes she wanted a 
little better, maybe a little less hung and a bit better looking one for a 
change. Not now though, too much to concentrate on right here, got to make 
this deal work. This might be their last chance to make it big and she 
didn't want to be the one to blow 

"But if that doesn't work out," Lola was saying, "there is always the club." 

"The club?" said Denise. She was only half-listening co what Lola was 
saying. She was half asleep and lulled by the soothing rays of the sun on 
her face and body. She found that Lola was perfectly happy to continue 
talking as long as she interjected a key word once in a while.. "The club?" 
she repeated. 

"Yes. Didn't I tell you about the club? Well, it's about the nicest 
after-hours club in the whole area. We bought it dirt cheap back in seventy. 
Of course, we had to try to fix it up an awful lot. That's where I came in. 
I've got quite a knack for decorating and I had a great time fixing up that 
place, giving it just the right atmosphere. Homey, but different, you know, 
but a little mysterious too. There are three bars in the place and we are 
adding a fourth, and of course there's a pool, and a billiard room, a movie 
room, a little ballroom, and every room is completely different from the 
rest ... but the whole place has an overall atmosphere, you know?" 

"Sounds interesting," Denise said, adjusting her sunglasses. 

"Of course, I don't really have to go around advertising the place. It's a 
private club and right now we've got a waiting list for members. Some of the 
best people in the community belong to the club." 

"Mmmmmmm. That's nice," sighed Denise. 

"Say, you really ought to come by tonight. You don't seem to be having much 
fun. Oh, stop me if I get out of line. I don't mean to be nosey or pushy. I 
just thought you might like to do something different." 

"Well, to tell the truth, Mrs. Gleason, I would like to come by but I don't 
think I could get Mac to come. He's sort of the quiet intellectual type and 
he just isn't comfortable in night clubs." 

"Then you come over by yourself. Be my personal guest. I could use the 
company, honey." 

"No, I'd feel funny just going there by myself. You see, I don't drink and 
... well, I'm afraid I'm just very dull company." 

"Nonsense," replied Mrs. Gleason. "Oh, I'm sorry," she continued. "It isn't 
any of my business but I think you might be surprised how much of a good 
time you could have. This is your vacation isn't it? That's a time to break 
out of all those old patterns and do something a little bit different." 

This was so much like what Denise had just been thinking that she sat up in 
her chair and removing her sunglasses, she looked Mrs. Gleason in the eye. 

"Maybe ... just maybe you're right, Lola." 

"Tell you what, honey," said Lola. "Just so you won't feel out of place, 
Stew and I will hire you for the night as a hostess. You could serve a few 
drinks, nothing hard, just to keep your hands busy and you can leave 
whenever you want. We pay good money for hostesses and you could have some 
extra spending money for the rest of your vacation ... plus, the club 
members are usually big tippers." Lola winked in such a way that Denise just 
had to laugh. She might have some fun after all, Denise thought. At least 
she would have something to tell her friends when she got back to New 
Jersey. A hostess in a nightclub. And it would give her a chance to wear 
that long black dress she had brought along and hadn't had a chance to use 
yet. It would give her a chance to pay for it, too. 

"Okay, Mrs. Gleason. If you're willing to go through with it, I'll do it. 
But I guarantee I'll be the clumsiest cocktail hostess you ever laid eyes 
on." 

"Doesn't matter a bit, honey," said Lola, her black eyes sparkling. "Like 
Stew always says, it'll be good for business." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Mac seemed happy that she had found something to keep her busy, when Denise 
told him that Mrs. Gleason had invited him to her husband's club and he told 
her to go and have a good time without him. As Denise had anticipated, Mac 
didn't want to go out and socialize in a nightclub. It just wasn't his 
style. He was totally involved in some Zuni artifacts he had picked up out 
in the desert and he was planning on spending the evening at the hotel 
examining them. 

When she walked out of the bathroom in her sexy black evening dress though, 
Mac just wouldn't let her out of the room and they were soon fucking crazily 
on the hotel room bed with Denise's shimmering black dress just lifted up 
over her naked hips, her thin white panties dangling from one ankle and 
Mac's cock revolving around up inside her hungrily devouring cunt-walls like 
the mixer on a cement truck. Denise came so heavy and so long she had to lie 
still and recover for a while on the bed and she almost changed her mind 
about going out that night. 

"No. You go ahead," said Mac with a satisfied gleam in his eye. "You go out 
and knock'em dead. I'll be right here still going over these artifacts when 
you get back." 

All nightclubs were somewhat exotic to Denise. She just hadn't been in them 
very often. The desert club had a comfortable look to it though, with lots 
of knotty pine penciling, and western paintings by Remington, and other 
western artists. Denis was a little bit afraid that her black dress might be 
a little too sophisticated for the occasion but she was relieved to see Lola 
wearing a similar outfit in red. 

Lola introduced her to Marie who was to show her where things were and what 
to do. Marie was obviously an old pro at this, for she handled herself like 
a cocktail waitress in a crowded nightclub, whirling, laughing bundle of 
charm and ravishing good-looks. Denise felt a little plain by comparison, 
but at least she had the satisfaction of knowing she was better looking than 
Lola. She tried her best to give the job what was demanded, remembering 
Lola's last minute instructions to be especially nice and friendly and 
charming with these men as they were VIP's and "good for business." 

"Very good, dear," came the unexpected whisper from over her left shoulder, 
"you're handling yourself like an old-timer." It was Lola, carefully 
balancing a tray of beers and Gin and Tonics, the only two drinks the men 
seemed to be drinking. "Just remember not to hurt anyone's feelings by 
refusing to drink with them. That's most important, you know." 

"But Lola," protested Denise, "I don't really drink that much and...." 

Lola cut her off with a wave of her bejewelled hand, "Nonsense. I'll tell 
the bartender to make you something light. How about tomato juice and 
vodka?" 

"Well, I do like tomato juice, but...." 

"Then it's settled. Bloody Mary's for you; I'll tell Nick." And with that 
she was off through the clustered groups of middle-aged men, all slightly 
tipsy now, reaching that loud and boisterous state 'hat proceeds being 
really drunk. One of them made a mock grab for her thinly protected buttocks 
as she maneuvered through the crowd in the narrow room and she burst into 
squeals of laughter. Denise hoped nothing like that would happen to her, for 
she wasn't sure if she could deal with it at all. To be sure, she'd never be 
able to just shrug it off with a giggle like Lola. It seemed so innocent the 
way she handled it, but Denise was certain she'd lose her poise and maybe do 
something drastic like dump a drink on one of these old leering men, if one 
tried to attempt that with her. And that would never do, not at all; she had 
to keep just one thing on her mind-the money, and this one chance to break 
her boredom. 

She saw Lola explain something to the elderly barman who stood behind a 
draped table near the back of the room, the doorway she'd come through when 
she hurried in only two hours ago. The aging black man nodded knowingly, and 
with an almost invisible motion born out of years of practice, swiftly 
slipped something from Lola's hand into the pocket of his burgundy jacket. 
Denise thought it a bit odd, but unimportant, and besides, there was someone 
tugging at her elbow, anxious for another drink. 

"You got a good cold beer for me, honey?" came the slightly slurred voice 
from a short, heavily built balding man, about fifty, just behind her. He 
had a body like an oil drum, not fat really, just thick and heavy from head 
to foot. His shirt was loosened at the collar and his tie pulled open to 
reveal a hairy red neck and upper chest, the result of long hours in the 
sun, directing his door-to-door sales force as they canvassed house after 
house. "And one for yourself, how 'bout it?" 

Denise almost instinctively refused, then caught herself, "Thank you, sir. 
I'll have a Blood Mary, if that's all right." 

"Sure, baby!" he roared, slapping her on the back like she was an old war 
buddy at the battalion reunion, "Anything you like!" 

Denise made her way to Nick's station, the beet-faced admirer right on her 
heels. So close, actually, that he nearly knocked her down when she stopped 
before the service bar. "Ooops, sorry there, tiger," he laughed, a casual 
hand across her buttocks before she could even think of protesting. At 
least, now, that was out of the way. She'd been grabbed at now, touched by 
one of these strangers; and while she certainly would rather have slapped 
the crude beast in the mouth, it wasn't all that awful, like she'd built it 
up to be in her mind. She knew she could deal with it, anyway, so long as 
their little friendly gestures were no more sinister than that last one. 

Nick handed her a cold glass of beer from the tapped half-keg before him, 
and tall glass of what looked like tomato juice, heaped with lots of ice. 
"Thank you very much," she smiled weakly, handing the husky man his beer. 
She took her first swallow; it wasn't all tomato juice, that was for sure. 
But there was scarcely any taste from the vodka. She remembered hearing 
somewhere that vodka had no taste, and therefore, was almost impossible to 
detect on one's breath. That was something, anyway, all she needed tonight 
was to go home to her waiting husband reeking of liquor. 

Her newly-found admirer rattled on about craft, his role in the company, how 
the executives really knew nothing about running the firm and how the sales 
force, particularly him, of course, was the real backbone of the outfit. 
Denise listened politely, not really paying attention, just picking enough 
of what he said to always manage an appropriate reply, mostly, "isn't that 
nice." She felt a little better now, almost mischievous in fact; she was 
starting to enjoy her role in this crowd, it was flattering to be one of 
three girls among so many men. She wondered if this was the way movie stars 
felt all the time, surrounded by admiring men, always the center of 
attention. Her friend, or so he'd want to believe, insisted she have another 
drink; then somewhere between his heroics in the wars and his wife who never 
understood him like she should, he ordered still another Bloody Mary. The 
third one looked thinner, watery, but Denise shrugged it off as club 
economy, never stopping to think that the paleness was not from water, but 
from ninety proof vodka. And with her drinking inexperience, three tall 
Blood Marys or not, was one hell of a lot of liquor. She could feel the warm 
glow in her stomach, but it was getting stuffier by the minute in the 
smoke-filled room, so Denise only figured the warmness was due to the heat. 
The man's hand was on her shoulder as he talked now, and when he reached for 
his drink, his arm would brush the bulging swell of her breast, pressing 
hard against the confines of the tight dress. Or was it her imagination? 
Maybe he didn't really touch her at all. And what if he did? It wouldn't be 
the first time she'd been touched by a man ... and why did it matter? They 
were all friends here, weren't they? Wasn't Lola over there by the bar her 
good friend? Sure, sure as hell! She was just among a bunch of friends, 
that's all! 

Denise was drunk ... she couldn't have denied that, even if she'd wanted to. 
That last vodka and tomato, juice must have been the one that claimed its 
toll, for one minute everything seemed perfectly normal, except for an 
occasional trace of giddiness, and ... whammo! She was still standing, that 
much she could at least claim. But no, there was another pair of hands where 
her elbows should have been! Someone was holding her up. 

She looked over her shoulder to see who her anonymous benefactor was, but 
before she could focus on the face so close to her own, the room began to 
lurch and spin as if an earthquake was devastating the hotel. Faces whirred 
by, a kaleidoscope of run-together hues and light, a door, a service bar, 
still manned by the beaming Nick, his teeth as white as the starched shirt 
he wore beneath his jacket, Lola, standing with the other girl ... Marie was 
her name, mustn't forget that. She seems awfully nice. Then a relaxing sigh 
as she sat down with a thud on the edge of an armchair. There was a 
sensation like pain from her bottom, a pinch maybe, or perhaps she was 
sitting on something. But who cared? This was a party, right? she asked 
herself. But she must have been thinking out loud, for when she finished her 
query, Lola was by her side, smiling still, and words seemed to be coming 
from her lips, though they were lost on Denise's ears. 

Mary Knox caught her boss' eye and gave her a slow nod; she'd followed her 
orders to the letter, had watched the new girl, kept an eye on her until she 
was sufficiently bombed from the double Bloody Marys Nick had obediently 
poured her. Damn, she wondered, how does that chick keep her head up? She's 
had enough liquor to drop a good-sized man, but she's still going strong! 

She wondered why Lola was taking this new approach, bringing in a girl who 
doesn't especially know the score. It all seemed rather risky to her, since 
it was easy to find girls who needn't be tricked. There wasn't anything so 
special about this one, she assured herself; there's not a thing there I 
haven't got! I wonder how she'll perform ... looks like a bit of an amateur 
to me. It'll be damned interesting to see what happens when the excitement 
beings ... and judging from the looks of things, it's about time now. 

Lola was whispering something in one of the men's ear; he suddenly 
brightened, his eyes gleaming, an eager grin across his face. "Honey, you're 
goddamn right we would! I thought you'd never get around to asking!" 

Denise heard him yelling to the others, watched through blurry eyes as they 
all moved toward Lola and the man she'd singled out, but it failed to 
register on her numbed senses what was happening around her. There were more 
voices ... loud bellowing laughter and catcalls...."Let's go!!" 

She looked around ... there was no one holding her up now and she leaned 
against the soft cushioned back of the armchair. Suddenly there were others 
... men standing around her. What were they saying? It doesn't make sense, 
any of it ... why can't I hear what they're saying? 

Her lips parted as if to speak, but not a word came from her throat. She 
started to get up, pulled herself off the arm of the chair with both arms 
... more faces, more laughter ... everything spinning again. First here, 
then over there ... the whole room and everyone in it turning slowly end 
over end, then back the opposite way. Oh God, what's happening to me ... I 
can't think, I can't move. 

There was a ripple of excited laughter and commotion coming from the end of 
the room opposite the doorway to the hall. Denise looked up, blinked her 
eyes to focus, there was another door there now, opened, where nothing had 
been before. And the men were standing around it, laughing and pointing 
inside. 

I've got to get up, got to see what's going on ... a pair of strong hands 
lifted her without warning...."Looks like you need a little help there, 
sweetheart!" 

A figure was in the doorway, a woman's figure, her eyes slowly zoomed into 
focus on the center of everyone's attention. It-was that other girl, that's 
who it is, it's Marie, that nice friend of Lola's. What's she doing, why is 
everyone staring at her? Denise's liquor-soaked brain cells were as useless 
as sponge; she could see, could hear, but no amount of trying could put the 
two together and make some sense out of what was happening. 

"Well, how about it fellas?" came Lola's voice from somewhere. "Wanna see 
some more of this little doll?" 

Denise moved closer, felt hands on her body. But it wasn't real, it was if 
they were touching someone else's body, as if she weren't a part of this 
person at all. "C'mon baby! Let's see it all!" came a scream in her ear. 

She was only a few feet from Marie now, close enough to the beautiful 
dark-haired girl to touch her. My God, what's she doing, why is she taking 
off her clothes? 

Denise braced herself against the doorway as Marie entered the tiny hall 
outside and backed into another opened passage, a door opening onto a 
luxuriously appointed suite, complete with an immense king-size bed and a 
pair of leather sofas that faced toward it. The men followed her now into 
the suite like rats after the Piper, there was a steady din now of shouts 
and enthusiastic yells ... Denise's head hurt from the noise, but she 
couldn't move herself away. She was mesmerized by the spectacle before her; 
though she couldn't yet understand it, it held her as if by magical force. 
An arm was around her waist ... she managed to tell the stranger to take his 
hand away from her, but the urge, and the will, was quickly lost in the haze 
of alcohol numbness that had her whole being in its grip. 

Marie's dress showed off well the golden bronze tan she'd managed on her 
days off from modeling, her regular job. She was weaving slowly and gently 
to the music Lola had switched on from the club's taped system. Swaying 
smoothly and sensuously from side to side, Marie reached for the zipper that 
ran down the back of the tight-fitting garment. She pulled il down slowly, 
one arm high over her head like she'd seen the pros do in New York, 
beginning now ever-so-slowly and teasingly to remove her clothes before 
these men she'd only met tonight. The men, like Denise, were hypnotized by 
the brunette's magnetic beauty, her provocative sensuousness that seemed to 
hold everyone in its grip. The anticipation of seeing the young girl 
stripped and completely naked charged the atmosphere like a million volts of 
electricity. Her hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind 
with a lustful intensity as the men and Denise looked on. Marie tossed her 
dark hair provocatively, swirling it across her shoulders as she moved with 
the steady gut-rock beat of the music. 

She eased the zipper to her waist, exposing enough of her ample cleavage to 
cause an outburst of heavy breathing in the growingly warm room. Her 
gorgeous breasts seemed to be aching to escape the concealment of her dress 
and peeking from beneath the sheer fabric in two enticing, softly swelling 
mounds. One last tug on the metal zipper, and they were free, swaying 
heavily now as she gently rocked from side to side, deliciously dancing with 
the polished smoothness of a professional dancer. Every pair of unbelieving 
eyes was wide with excitement as they watched this incredibly beautiful 
young girl stripping herself bare for their pleasure. Damn, they would, have 
paid double the money Lola asked for this! And to think this started out to 
be a dull, routine evening. 

It was fantastic, this beautiful girl stripping herself right before their 
eyes! And she was no hardened pro, either, they could easily see that. And 
that thought, just the knowledge that she wasn't some hooker they'd dragged 
in with a promise of money, was driving them insane with agonizing lust as 
she peeled to her ripe, full nakedness. And best of all, she belonged to 
them! Lola's deal was not just for a strip ... this delicious girl was there 
for the night! Jim Bunt, the balding man Denise had talked to earlier, had 
maneuvered himself into position next to her again, though this time she was 
far too drunk to notice. It was his arm now around her waist, his arm that 
she'd thought of rejecting, but now was grateful for as her knees felt about 
to buckle beneath her. Jim could feel his cock aching like someone had 
punched him there, painfully wanting to be unleashed. He tried to imagine 
what the pussy of the brunette would be like, wet to be sure, and soft and 
pink inside, tight and hungry, he imagined, voraciously gobbling up the full 
length of his cock as he fucked it deep up into her wriggling belly. 

With one hand, Marie lifted her breast, just enough to feel the voluptuous 
heaviness, though there was not a trace of sag. They stood taut and there 
was a dancing movement that seemed to belong to them alone, shivering with 
the music that blared from the wall speaker, inviting the eager men forward, 
urging them to take her hard throbbing nipples in their mouths, begging them 
to answer the gnawing, churning need so apparent in her squirming belly. 

Carefully balancing on one foot, Marie tugged the dress down to her ankles 
and yanked it free, leaving nothing but her tiny sheer bikini panties 
between the lust-widened eyes of the men and her own delicious nakedness. 
The tiny panties were not nearly enough to cover her buttocks completely; as 
she spun around to the rhythms, they could all see where the smooth flowing 
curve of her unblemished, well-tanned back soared inward, dimpled 
delightfully just above the elastic band of her panties, then swept out. 
again and joined the arching curves of her firm cresting buttocks. Half of 
each ivory cheek was revealed beneath the sheer tautness of the panties, a 
tempting crescent of smooth nearly-translucent flesh that crowded from her 
tiny undergarment. 

Except for the music, there wasn't a sound from the men in the room as she 
ground her hips back and forth at them like a tigress teasing its prey, 
daring them to yank the thin filmy garment down over the bulging swell of 
her hips, over the vee-shaped darkish down at the junction of her thighs, 
and down along the smooth length of her trimly tapered long bronze legs. 

Except for the music, there wasn't a sound from the men. Her eyes closed, 
her mind reeling as she savored the wicked thrill of dancing nearly naked 
before all of them, she ran her hands down the full length of her 
perfectly-formed body, brushing her palms over the sensitive flesh of her 
inner thighs, warm now to the touch. Her fingers hooked in the tight 
waistband of her panties and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over 
the full, ripe swell of her buttocks, her back now demurely turned to an 
admiring audience. 

A chorus of gasping breaths went up from the scattered clusters of lusting, 
salaciously-excited men sprawled around the room as they first caught a 
glimpse of the young girl's naked ass, and the smooth flesh of her 
ass-cheeks gleaming in perfect symmetry as she ground her panty-clad 
buttocks out toward the eager eyes and hands of the men. Slowly, she 
stretched her panties up and over the firm jutting mounds, stretching them 
almost to the splitting as they tightened in the crevice beneath the 
smoothly rounded curve of her ass-cheeks where they joined her milky-soft 
thighs. She leaned forward, poking out her exposed buttocks at the men, 
rotating them suggestively back at them in an unmistakable invitation. She 
reached back with her bare arm and spread the softly yielding cheeks apart, 
revealing lewdly the tiny puckered circle of her anus. The taut nether ring 
opened and closed slightly as she tensed, then relaxed, the muscles of her 
inner thighs and you could hear a symphony of ragged breathing over the 
raucous din of the music speaker. Eighteen achingly stiff cocks yearned for 
the tight forbidden-joy of that delicious backside tunnel as she taunted 
them with it so mercilessly. 

Marie's rounded young buttock cheeks rotated on their own axis as she 
alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her hips. She turned back 
around, facing the men now, seemingly mindless of Lola and Denise looking 
on, Denise's face a mask of confusion. With both hands she lifted the white, 
pink capped mounds of her full tits, offering them temptingly to the men, 
invoking now a wail of catcalls and four-letter words as they began to let 
their breath out again. 

She tantalizingly eased her open palms down over the trim curve of her 
waist, over the smooth flat expanse of suntanned flesh, gleaming now like a 
bronzed statuette from the room's concealed lighting. With her thumbs, she 
hooked once again the sheer fabric of her panties, nOw covering only the 
soft triangle of silky pubic curls between her hips and the moist pink 
furrow below. Her thighs parted as she lowered the flimys garment like a 
flag of unconditional surrender, exposing the fluffy vee of her pussy curls 
at the top of her supple thighs. She eased the panties down over her hips 
and along her bare legs, then stepped out of them and threw them across the 
room to a tall middle-aged man leaning against the opposite wall. He blushed 
red as the delicate panties fell into his hands. 

"Atta boy, R.B., that's as close as you've come to a pussy in fifteen 
years!" someone roared, and the room erupted in a bellowing wave of laughter 
and shouts. 

A new electricity filled the air now, a new intensely charged atmosphere of 
sexual promise engulfed the room and everyone in it; strangely enough, even 
Denise was aware of feeling something that was different, like a vaporous 
cloud had suddenly filled the club with some alien gas of aphrodisiac 
persuasion. The men were all on their feet now, clustered in a tight, 
crowded ring around the naked girl in the middle of the carpeted floor. 

Marie opened her legs wider, giving the eager men an unobstructed view of 
her warm, unguarded little vaginal passage, her slightly puckered pussy-lips 
moist with her own love-juices as they leaned far over for a better look. 
She leaned backward, nearly touching her head to the floor as she tossed her 
head wildly, from side to side, swirling the thick hair around her in 
perfect union with the music, her dance more frenetic now as she wrapped the 
eighteen men into her woven spell. 

With a teasing grin, more like a schoolgirl than a woman, she brought her 
hands from behind and then down caressingly over her body, over the full 
swell of her hips, and into the warm crevice between her thighs. Her fingers 
spread the wet pliant lips of her pussy as she leaned back, and the men 
hurried to one point of their circle to gaze longingly into the hot moist 
tunnel of her cuntal sheath. 

"Well, fellas, are you going to keep the pretty thing waiting?" Lola asked 
over the babble of hoots and eager cries. Marie placed both hands on her 
hips, a pouting, questioning look on her face. 

"Hell, no!" came the chorused reply, almost as one voice. And at least a 
dozen pairs of hand reached out at the young woman's naked body; fingers 
caressed the ripe firm mounds of her bare breasts, tweaked the pink jutting 
nipples as they throbbed from her excitement. Her eyes were closed, her lips 
half-parted as a half-dozen eager arms lifted her bodily onto the bed. 

"Take it easy boys," warned Lola, starting to unzip her own dress a several 
of the men stared hungrily in her direction. "There's plenty around here for 
everybody!" And in an instant, she too was naked, stripped down to her bare 
flesh, her huge breasts bare and proud. She started toward the other room, 
the second half of the twin suite, and five of the lust-maddened men 
followed her. 

Swept along like driftwood, Denise, in the tide before she knew what was 
happening, felt hands touching her, probing, fondling her indecently. She 
tried to protest, but a pair of hot moist lips suddenly came from nowhere 
and clamped suffocatingly onto hers, stifling any cry she might have 
managed. There was something hard and unyielding against her legs ... she 
felt a falling sensation and suddenly she was on her back, the ceiling above 
her rocking slowly back and forth as the bed beneath her shook from the 
unaccustomed weight. She was afraid ... not because she could comprehend a 
reason to be, but because something far down in her unconscious, some faint, 
nearly unheard tiny voice, was telling her she should be ... the sensation 
seemed to grow, as fear, not of her own making shivered through her body. 

Oh God, what's happening to me? Why can't I think clearly ... why don't I 
know what is going on? Oh God, help me! I don't know how to stop this dream 
... this crazy, crazy dream! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Denise had never before been so helpless. She would have been damn terrified 
but she was completely numb. She could just barely feel her feet on the 
floor one moment and then being coaxed along like a small child who suddenly 
tires while on a shopping trip with its mother. Then she heard the whirring 
sound for several moments before she even wondered what it was. Was she in 
an airplane? No it must be an elevator. 

Soon she was in a very dark cool place. A cave, or at least it felt like a 
cave or a cellar she used to play in at her grandmother's house. Oh, how she 
wished she were at her grandmother's house. If she couldn't be there she 
would dream she was there, she wanted to be a child again at Grandmother's 
house.... 

Her eyes closed, she felt a warm hand tugging at the elastic of her bra ... 
then the tension across her welling breasts eased and the undergarment came 
free, sliding over her bare arms, guided by someone she couldn't see. The 
slight chill on her naked breasts sent a shiver along her sping and she 
tried instinctively, to shield the sensitive ivory globes from the sudden 
gust of air, but something, someone, restrained her arms, held her immobile 
on the bedding as other hands, other fingers, touched her body. 

"The panties, Sam, get the panties," a voice shouted to the pair of hands 
closest to her nearly-naked body. Powerful fingers tugged at the tiny sheer 
garment, she felt herself lifted bodily from the mattress. Caressing, 
fondling touches along her bare belly, masculine hands over the curve of her 
hips, a brief, almost frightened, exploratory prod at the fluffy down now 
exposed at the base of her smooth young belly. She offered no resistance as 
the panties eased quickly down her long bare legs ... she was now completely 
naked, stripped of all protection in a room with five men she'd never seen 
before this night. She looked around, tried to make sense of what her eyes 
could see, of what her ears detected ... somehow through the drunken veil 
that had shrouded her brain, she was sensing the strong surging tide of 
hesitation straining to escape her unconscious, but it was as if a chorus of 
a thousand voices was trying to make itself heard over the roaring din of a 
hurricane ... the feeling was there, and strong it was, but there was no use 
... the unaccustomed strong liquor had felled its victim with practiced 
ease. But something was wrong ... even in her condition she could sense that 
the sights her eyes were sensing were not right. And then it hit her ... the 
men, the strangers that were all around her with wide eyes and smiles across 
their faces ... and Lola, her friend, her only real friend here ... they 
were all naked! Everyone was stripped to their bare skin! 

An alien hand touched the sensitive white flesh of her inner thigh;" 
instinctively, she tried to clench her legs closed, to ward off this 
intruder. But other hands, other hungrily clutching fingers, held her 
nakedly stripped body as the faces in the dim light wanted her. A light, 
fondling caress of her naked buttocks, slightly upturned now as her legs 
rose weightlessly in the air.... 

Six pairs of hands, five strong and masculine, one soft and feminine, lifted 
her from the mattress ... she felt suddenly very dizzy again, a 
merry-go-round of whirling shapes and colors ... what's happening to me? 
What are you going to do to me? 

She was on her belly ... wait, there was a pressure on her bare shoulders, 
the weight of a man's palms on her back ... she was lifted in the middle, 
bent in half like a burned match. Her weight was on her knees and shoulders 
now, her breasts against the coolness of the bedding, the firm white globes 
of her naked buttocks high in the air, stripped and vulnerable, exposed to 
whatever lascivious indignities these men wished to add to her confused 
subjugation. 

"Get those pretty little ass cheeks open, honey!" came a male voice from 
somewhere behind her, "And give daddy a big kiss with that hot little 
pussy!" His off-color humor brought howls of laughter from the other men, 
and through the haze that blocked her thoughts, Denise could see them around 
her their hungrily excited faces, their nakedness, two crouched on the bed 
beside her, their heavily throbbing cocks draped like rubbery hoses along 
their bare thighs. Three were standing and endless few feet away, their 
voices, their laughter, even their unclothed bodies a melange of confused 
shapes and sounds. 

She snapped as if stung by a thousand hornets an instant later as cool 
fleshy lips made electric contact with the vulnerable, unguarded warmness of 
her nakedly upraised pussy lips. A large wet tongue probing and licking over 
the soft, fragrant flanges of her curl-fringed vaginal crevice, and again 
she tried futily to squirm her nakedness away from this wanton invasion. 

"No, no ... you can't do this ... I won't ... no, please!" she managed 
before the liquor struck her dumb-once more, and all she could manage wasa 
low, gurgling cry of submission and a vague feeling of shame for kneeling 
here stripped completely naked in front of so many strangers. 

"Why don't you save that big teasing tongue of yours for later, lover?" It 
was a shriller voice, softer and less tensed by the excitement of this young 
girl's writhing nakedness. "I've got something better here ... she'll be up 
the wall before you know it if we use this on her. How about a volunteer?" 
Lola asked, standing at the foot of the huge bed with a cool detached look, 
like that of a matron in some cheap Tijuana whore house, her ample 
fleshiness, though far from unappealing, in marked contrast to the firm, 
ripening youthfulness of the nude girl held securely on her knees before 
her. 

"Give it to me, Lola, baby," said a dark-complected muscular man at Denise's 
right shoulder. His thick penis swung lewdly from his hair-matted loins as 
he crawled into position behind the girl's helplessly squirming 
buttock-cheeks and it seemed to harden with a mind of its own as Lola 
brought her play toy out of concealment and handed it to the lewdly grinning 
man. It was long and erect, maybe eight inches, and clearly formed from soft 
spongy rubber in the shape of a well endowed man's cock. "I've been waiting 
a long time to use one of them myself." Lola smiled at the others. "Saw one 
in a stag movie just last fall, up in Frisco and it drove a well-seasoned 
whore right up the wall!" 

A ripple of heightened fervor rumbled through the eager onlookers as one of 
their own, crouched at the young blonde's nakedly exposed vagina, holding 
the rubber device just inches from the pouting, hair-lined slit of her 
quivering young pussy lips. Denise behind her, felt an inanimate touch on 
the super-sensitive lips. Something she couldn't understand was pressed 
against the moist pink folds at the curl-concealed opening to her 
unprotected cunt. There was another motion there as she felt a thumb and 
forefinger spread the furrow wide and she tried to twist her head to look 
back over her shoulder and see ... a shriek of nervously excited laughter 
from the men and encouragement from the softer voice. 

"Ooooojhhhh ... no, no! Stop it, please! Aaaaagggg!" she screamed a 
split-second later as the vibrator was switched on, its buzzing cock-shaped 
head pressed firmly up between the pinkly stretched flanges of her moistly 
quivering young vaginal slit, tormentingly against the delicate throbbing 
bud of her. The hardening fleshy nodule came alive, growing erect like a 
miniature penis as the vibrating shaft buzzed against the nerve-filled bud. 
"I can't stand it ... oh, please, I can't take it! Stop, please!" she cried, 
writhing frantically to escape the deliciously-taunting whir of the 
fantastic device but the hands that gripped her arms and legs held her 
securely to the mattress. A pair of sweating palms coursed over the soft 
bare flesh of her breasts, quivering now as she fought to escape the 
unbearably pleasurable assault on her naked loins: male fingers tweaked the 
fragile tips of her young pink nipples, squeezing them as they throbbed and 
pulsed between strange eager hands. Her anguished cry was shortened by the 
increased pressure of the magically vibrating machine against the throbbing 
bud of her cuntal slit, sending a bone-shivering wave of forced pleasure 
racing through her body and up along the full length of her naked spine. She 
was weak and strengthless, supported now partly by Lola and partly by one of 
the men; his fully-erect cock pulsing with blood from his lustful excitement 
a few scant inches from her face. Her head was turned to one side now so she 
could see its heavily pulsating hardness as the others held her shoulders 
pinned tightly down to the bed. 

Her whole being seemed to radiate from the wondrously chilling touch of the 
alien device buzzing teasingly against her v upturned cunt-lips. She could 
feel, see, sense, nothing around her ... only the fantastic shivers of 
ecstatic frenzy this toy was sending up through her belly. Then, weirdly she 
felt the warm sexual juices of rising passion begin to seep, unavoidably, 
from the smooth still-untouched walls of her vagina. She tried to fight it, 
but there was no hope, not a single muscle of her nakedly quivering body 
would respond to her mind's command of resistance, not an ounce of her flesh 
heeded anything save the exciting, wickedly wonderful sensations that 
emanated hotly outward from her defenselessly spread loins. 

"Wow, would you look at that!" the man holding the vibrator hissed to no one 
in particular. "She's going crazy from this thing! Look at her hot little 
pussy suck in at it! Man, she needs a real cock in her now!" Denise heard 
the words, pieced them together so that she knew the coming intrusion they 
so lewdly suggested; but it made no difference now. Nothing lay between her 
and the deepest wanton depths of being fucked in front of complete strangers 
... nothing but a wild, careening downhill slide into lewd adulterous 
ecstasy with no way out. She was burning like wildfire back up between her 
nakedly wavering buttocks ... and there was nothing on earth she could do 
... or wanted to do to stop it. 

Her mind flashed to her husband, dear sweet Mac. Alone at home now, watching 
television or inspecting his relics, mindless of this salacious spectacle 
his heretofore true young wife had somehow become involved in. There were a 
few rational sensations whirling around now in her blurry thoughts; vaguely 
she was becoming aware of the obscene sensual things that were happening to 
her and around her. Oh, Mac, my darling Mac, I didn't know I'd get like this 
tonight ... how could I have known. Oh, Mac, please, please forgive me for 
letting these men fuck me like they're going to, honey! 

Quivering tides of wanton passion, wave after wave of anguished desire, were 
crashing into the knotted pit of her belly from the lust-inspiring touch of 
the relentlessly whirring cockhead against her moistly hair-lined vaginal 
furrow. Her eyes were tightly closed, her head lifted back almost touching 
her shoulders, her long blonde hair loose and spilling over her naked skin 
as she squirmed her nakedly exposed curves from side to side, a long low 
guttural moan escaping her half-opened lips. Lola was still holding her, 
obviously enjoying the spectacle of this young naked girl being dragged for 
the first time down into the wild uncontrollable depths of sexual depravity 
she'd known herself for so long. It made her feel good to see this snooty 
young bitch like this ... she'd resented her upper-crust snottiness since 
she'd first walked into the hotel. It wasn't fair, a wet-nosed little cunt 
like this having money and her fancy big city manners ... hell, she's worked 
and slaved like an animal all her life for what she had now. 

Yeah, it's sure gonna be goddamn nice to see one of you country club bitches 
get gang-fucked good ... wiggle, you hot little slut! Squirm that 
glittery-golden little ass of yours around and scream for it! You'll get 
just what that hot little, goody-goody cunt of yours has always needed ... 
the fuck of a lifetime. 

"Turn her over flat on her upper-class little back boys, and spread her 
wide," she smiled. "I'm gonna bring in someone who'll give you the show of 
your lives with her!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Hermanos Cortez had noticed that beautifully tanned blonde when she had 
entered the Desert Club. He watched her for some time as he leaned his large 
frame against the bar thinking to himself, Jesus, I've got to get up under 
that classy broad's dress. He had been in the United States for only a few 
years after graduating from the University of Mexico and in that time he had 
seen some wonderful things but this smooth-skinned woman was the one thing 
that made Hermanos honestly glad that he had left his native Mexico for a 
stay in the States. 

He had been hurt when she had ignored his offer for a drink. Was she just 
aloof, or didn't she like Mexican men? She was talking to some of those 
middle-aged businessmen, with their fat haunches, why wouldn't she talk to 
him? 

Then he lost sight of the blonde. He felt very disappointed but he didn't 
know what to do. 

He started drinking again, but after a while Lola came up to him and asked 
him to come with her. He had a good idea what she had in mind. He had heard 
about Lola from men who were regulars at the Desert Club. He hesitated for a 
moment then he hurried after her. 

She led him through a couple of rooms and then into an elevator. His 
curiosity and excitement were growing, but Lola wouldn't tell him where they 
were going. When the elevator stopped she just said, "You've got to take off 
your clothes before we go any further." 

Hermanos started to remove his clothes and he saw that Lola was watching him 
very closely. Then, while he was still unbuttoning his shirt she had gotten 
his pants down and was working his dark-skinned cock lovingly over with her 
fingers. 

She coaxed him out of the elevator pulling him by his penis as if he were a 
dog on a leash. Hermanos was fully prepared to go to it with lusty Lola. 

But then he saw her. The blonde with the black dress, completely naked now 
and spread-eagled on a bed surrounded by a group of lustfully leering men. 

A sudden feeling surged inside him and he shouted, "Hey, just a moment 
Senors. I must beg your pardon." He pushed his way into the circle and 
stared down at Denise as he crawled on the bed between her wide-held legs. 
Then without thinking he dropped his head down, spread the soft, 
curl-fringed lips of her vagina with his fingers and licked his tongue hotly 
up the full length of her nakedly exposed pussy slit. 

Denise was trying to think rationally, to clear her head when the 
thunder-bolt struck, but it was not possible-the harder she concentrated, 
the duller and dizzier the room and everyone in it became. She felt a pair 
of hands grab her thighs, just under the knees and lever them back and up, 
until they doubled back against her chest, crushing her soft full breasts 
beneath them. 

"Oooooh God," she groaned as the movement opened up the whole expanse of her 
naked young pussy-flanges like a feast before the lusting eyes of the 
passion hungry men. 

Accompanied by a roar of encouragement from the others, Hermanos Cortez, 
dropped his dark head to her openly spread cunt, again parting the soft, 
light fluffy down of pubic hair with his index fingers, and flicked his 
tongue lizard-like up into the moistly waiting warmth. He grunted aloud and 
snaked the tip of it deeper up between the wet elastic folds. Denise's body 
now jerked away instinctively as a lightning bolt raced along her naked 
spine and up through her belly as though a hot live-wire had chanced to 
brush her loins. Her thighs were held back firmly, preventing her from 
closing her legs, leaving her pinkly inviting vaginal slit fully open and 
unguarded, his to caress, to touch at will. She managed to focus on his face 
and saw him wide-eyed and famished with hunger for her blonde beauty, 
crouching between her upraised thighs as she gazed open-mouthed down at him 
between her firmly quivering breasts. 

She was ashamed, ashamed now at her weakness beyond words, but powerless 
both physically and mentally to stop this obscene ravishment of her naked 
loins and body. Hermanos was grinning, overjoyed at the prospect of kissing 
and licking this ravishing young girl's fragrant pussy; he enjoyed that sort 
of thing more than fucking them into submission, he liked to watch what he 
could do to a reluctant woman with just a swipe of his tongue. He licked his 
lips in anticipation as the other men huddled in close for a better view of 
this unbelievable orgy of lewd salaciousness unfolding right before their 
lus-tbulging eyes. 

All the sudden movement, the lifting and turning, Denise was reeling in her 
own fantasy-land again, only half present in this smoke-filled room, only 
half aware of her nakedness and helplessness before five faceless men who 
were waiting their turn with her. Her other half, the ethereal half that 
struggled to deaden the reality of this humiliation by escaping into a 
flight of self-induced fantasy, was across town, safe and secure in her 
marital bed, not naked and vulnerable, but nude and willing, as her beloved 
young husband, Mac, approached her in the night, eager for the joys of 
becoming as one beneath the covers. Through half-slit eyes, Denise, in her 
mind's eye, could see the shadowy form of her husband, not Hermanos Cortez, 
crouching up between her open legs. She could feel the flat palms of 
sweating hands pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding 
them wide apart. Her secret cuntal treasure was open to him to do with as he 
willed. She watched with bated breath as his head lowered 
slowly...."Oooohhhhhhh," she moaned as his hot moist lips closed over the 
softly trembling mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared 
from her view into the soft curling pubic fleece as he planted wet tickling 
kisses on the still closed aperture, his tongue flicking like the forked 
probe of a serpent into the moistly quivering flesh. 

Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head rolled from side to 
side on the pillow as the hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip 
circling the quivering erected clitoris ... the lips sucked hungrily, 
drawing the warm soft folds deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, the 
tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her 
vagina ... she groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing 
tip worked its way up and down the length of the wet narrow slit, starting 
at the lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic 
-rimmed opening of her hotly clasping vaginal mouth and into the uplifted 
crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet 
probing homage to the tiny throbbing hole of her rectum. Her hips ground 
uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, soft mewling animal moans 
escaping pitifully from between her tightly clenched teeth. 

The swarthy Mexican worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair 
brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. A feeling of power was in him. 
Never in'his wildest dreams had he envisioned a girl so lovely squirming 
under his tongue and completely at his mercy ... and she was loving it, she 
couldn't stop herself ... her groans drove his tongue faster and it worked 
its way up and down between her hotly steaming thighs. He wanted her to beg 
for it when he was ready to ram it to her and she was almost there. She 
needed it bad now, and this was only the beginning, he secretly remembered 
all the years of kidding, all the heartless jokes he'd endured from these 
monkeys through countless long hours of overtime, sleepless nights studying 
English, and never a word of encouragement, never a friendly pat on the 
back, not until he'd made it up the steep grade on his own, without the help 
of any of these self-centered fools. ... and now look at them, standing 
there with their hard-ons jerking like a bunch of spastic idiots, eager to 
watch him perform like some kind of collared servant. 

He knew how they felt, that he was no more to them than this naked American 
girl, but it didn't matter ... he'd give them a show all right, he'd show 
them something they'd never hope to accomplish with their short, almost 
useless little cocks and their flabby bellies! He'd have this girl screaming 
in his face, begging him for more of his wonderful prick sunk deep up in her 
snooty little insides. He'd show them! 

He knew she was too far gone now to fight anything he did to her and his 
mind began to form weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put her 
into, and the things he could do at will to her limp, passion-wracked body. 

He laughed under his breath as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his 
slick black hair now, guiding his face to the palpitating opening of her 
cunt. He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed walls, ran it fast, licking and 
flicking at it for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again 
around the softly pulsating edges. 

He let her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly over the now 
inwardly clenching little hole up between her hungrily squirming thighs. 

As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his 
tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural cry from the girl whose 
warm soft thighs closed convulsively around his moving head. He could feel 
the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of 
the invaded vagina opened and closed in a tiny little sucking motion, 
attempting to pull deeper and deeper into it in a vain effort to quench the 
flames of raging passion that seared her very insides. It felt as though the 
nibbling hair-lined mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring 
it alive. Her heels pushed against the back of his head now, pressing his 
face into the soft fleshy trap until he couldn't breathe, his nose smashed 
tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor 
of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It tasted 
slightly like male cum also, like someone had fucked her and had cum in her 
recently ... probably her husband. It incited his penis to a hardness that 
he could no longer control ... he had to fuck this little blonde bitch now 
or he would explode all over the mattress, spraying the room with his 
surging hot flood of cum. 

Denise's passion-contorted body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every 
muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the 
maddening probe between her legs. God, she'd never remembered her young 
husband quite like this ... somehow, he was different tonight, doing things 
to her like she'd never felt before. She'd never remembered him bringing 
such feelings, such incredible passion-driven feelings from her body. 

Her love for him excited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed 
around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared 
hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength 
against the tangled hair of his head. 

"Oh yes, darling," she moaned to her imaginary husband, "you're so good to 
me, lover, so good!" splaying her legs wider to give him greater-freedom up 
between them. 

The Mexican could stand it no longer. He grabbed her flailing legs and 
pressed her knees quickly back against her shoulders, her ankles locked 
tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her 
upturned asscheeks completely exposed to him. 

The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly working, its lips throbbing hotly 
in open invitation, the wet furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his 
thighs pressed tightly up against hers. 

Denise could see her young husband hovering over her through the passion and 
liquor-dimmed eyes. She could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying 
the full length of her openly quivering vagina, larger and thicker than she 
remembered it. The jerking head of his cock rested throbbing between her 
wide-spread loins, insinuating itself up and down in a maddening tease that 
caused her to twitch her smoothly curved buttocks up toward it, her hungry 
cunt searching desperately for its hard blood-filled tip. 

She had to have it! She had to have that magnificent thing driven deep up 
inside her belly before she went insane! 

She reached her hands in panic down underneath the grinding cheeks of her 
own ass and grasped the stone-hard cock. Her tightly closed fists stroked it 
softly in reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her soft 
palms and slippery fluid that seeped in tiny droplets from the 
blood-inflated head. She guided it gently up the valley of her buttocks, not 
letting it lose contact with her naked flesh until it was poised between the 
moistly pulsating flanges of her vagina. She led it there with one hand and 
placed the other onto her husband's buttocks, drawing with all her strength 
to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing heat that burned out of 
control in her belly. 

Hermanos Cortez grinned obscenely above her. It was all he could do to keep 
from shoving forward now and impaling this squirming little bitch like a 
tiny insect on his aching cock. But the desire to tease her and her kind for 
all the times they had looked at him like he was a pile of shit, overcame 
the desire. This one typified them all, fancy talkers and snazzy dressers, 
the kind that always looked at him in his second-hand suits and cheap ties 
like he was garbage. Now he'd show them, he'd show all these cheap bastards 
that had crapped on Hermanos Cortez on the way up ... now it was his turn to 
be on top and fuck them back! 

Denise felt the thin, hair-fringed lips around her throbbing vagina pushed 
open. The elastic-rimmed hardness resisted for a moment, then gave way 
before the lewd insistent pressure. The discomfort was harsh and she 
mechanically resisted for a moment, emitting a long low groan from deep 
within her throat as it sunk up inside her a scant inch. He liked that, he 
enjoyed the way he could hurt her if he wanted to with just his long thick 
cock as a weapon. 

He shoved it again ... a deeper groan ... he wanted to hear her scream for 
more. But suddenly, he himself could stand it no longer. He rammed forward 
with everything he had and aided by the slipperiness of her husband's cum 
from before, sunk his lust-inflated cock all the way up inside her 
desire-slickened cunt to the hilt. He could feel his balls slap tightly 
against her jerking anus that screwed itself deep down into the mattress 
below attempting to escape the sudden full impalement. Her legs jerked out 
wide on either side of his body, splaying out over the edge of the bed, 
kicking futilely into the air as the others watched in obscenely rising 
excitement. 

"Mac, darling! Mac! Not so deep at first, not so deep, please!" she groaned, 
her cock-impaled nakedness pinned helplessly to the bed. With each jerk, the 
huge, erotically pulsating head seemed to burrow deeper into her. The 
Mexican's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress, 
his wide-spread knees holding her soft thighs split far apart. She felt as 
though her body was being filled to the bursting point from this giant 
instrument imbedded deep in her belly. The hot plunging rod felt as though 
it was coming out her throat as its head pressed hard against her cervix, 
buffeting her head back harshly against the headboard of the bed. 

He watched her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Her face was 
contorted with the surprise of that first long stab. Her lips curled back 
from her teeth, pleading incoherent whispers coming from deep in her throat. 
Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, vainly attempting to 
hold back momentarily the blunt hard head that threatened to pressure her in 
half like a piece of ripe fruit. 

She's never been fucked this deep, Hermanos gloated to himself, none of 
these business guys have even had the meat to show her what a real fucking's 
like. He looked down again and could see the curly black pubic hair tangled 
tightly with the soft light fluff of her gently pulsating cunt mound, the 
base of his thick fleshy rod buried deep into the pink throbbing furrow that 
his tongue had licked to moist receptiveness a moment ago. He could see the 
tight little lips of her blonde-fringed pussy stretched almost to the 
bursting point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the 
dark-skinned base of his excitedly throbbing cock. 

He held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this gorgeous 
little blonde doll impaled under him, with his huge rod buried hard and deep 
up inside her white little belly. He wished her husband could see her now, 
the one Lola had whispered to them about earlier, spread-eagled this way 
with a Mexican making her scream and yell in wild untamed ecstasy. That 
would set the bastard back a bit ... he was going to give her a cock-fuck 
she would never forget as long as she lived. 

Denise squirmed hesitantly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing 
hardness of his sudden entry probing insistently at her insides. She flexed 
her inner thigh muscles tightly to attempt to hold back for a moment the 
huge invading cudgel so she could adjust to it, but the throb of her 
internal sinews seemed to incite it more and it wormed its way deeper and 
deeper up into her vainly resisting passage. The walls of her cringing cunt 
clasped around it like a smooth, hot butter-filled glove. She could feel its 
every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its fleshy outline in 
minute detail to her muddled mind like a telegraph line. 

The thing was alive inside her! The hard rubbery tip pressing against her 
cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the teasingly tickling 
hairs of the balls dangling down beneath in the crevice of her wide-split 
ass cheeks were part of her. She was one with it and in spite of the shame 
of being fucked by a stranger in front of the others like this, her tongue 
began licking at the wetness of her lips. Her cunt contracted involuntarily 
as the lascivious pleasures she tried to resist made their etched mark on 
her tortured brain. "Oh, Mac, please, I love you, I love you!" 

The dark-skinned man felt the slight throbbing pressure exerted against his 
pussy-engulfed penis. He had waited for it, hovering motionless over her 
prostrate form patiently, while the others watched with wide eyes and 
half-opened mouths, until she became accustomed to the thick presence rammed 
so deep up in her belly. He flexed his cock gently, expanding it inside her, 
but still not moving his body. 

"Oooohhh," she moaned, through whitely bared teeth, fighting the fine line 
of pleasure-pain. 

He waited a moment, and flexed again, watching her contorted face below. The 
mouth hung limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut. 

"Ooooohhh," she gasped again as the deeply buried cock expanded more, 
stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart. 

He flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He 
watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft 
mewling sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his gently 
moving member inside her. 

He could feel hen urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his 
penis. The wet clasping cunt flesh began a soft opening and closing around 
his pulsating cock. He did not move but continued the slow rhythmic throbs 
into the deeply skewered blonde beneath him. He could hardly contain himself 
as her low soft grunts of beginning pleasure began re sounding through the 
silenced room, stirring the lustful loins of each of the hungrily watching 
men. One of them had his hands on Lola's breasts, his other hand between her 
thighs. A slow deliberate movement of his fingers up into her cunt 
accompanied the rhythm the Mexican was setting in Denise's nakedly squirming 
body on the bed. Lola's eyes were only thin desire-glazed slits, her head 
tossed back so that her hair brushed down her bare back. Her low hoarse mewl 
and the soft grunts of the girl beneath the Mexican were the only sounds in 
the darkened room. 

Denise's body felt itself coming to life now. The over-filled feeling up in 
her belly was receding and was slowly giving way to a maddening electric 
tingle that began down deep within her womb and rippled relentlessly out 
through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out 
the fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across the milky white thighs, up 
the full length of her wide splayed legs and circled around inside her toes, 
curling them tightly against the bottoms of her feet. It worked its way up 
from her now spasmodically contracting belly through her rib cage and out to 
the hotly palpitating tips of her nipples, which peaked into hardening buds, 
sensitive to even the touch of the stale, smoke-laden air around them. Soon 
thin rivelets of sweat rolled down the sides of the full pulsating mounds, 
wetting the mattress beneath her. 

She rotated her hips salaclously from Side to side around the fleshy 
impaling cock, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic throbbing. The 
tip felt as though it had a separate heart imbedded in it, so great was the 
pulsing heat from the swollen head against her cunt walls. She was truly one 
with it. She and her darling Mac were one nakedly locked mass of sensation, 
merged magically together by their love. He had crawled up into her openly 
receiving womb! He was a part of her, a real part.! 

The Mexican could hardly contain his glee as he felt her pelvis begin 
screwing up against the length of his rock hard penis. 

The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the 
inflated head. The dilated lips between her pink hair-lined slit pulled 
tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches and then 
nibbling slowly back up, buffeting her soft pubic fuzz tightly up against 
his thick curly black pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into 
her warm white belly. He stayed immobile, resting still above her with his 
hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tightly against the 
mattress. He let her quivering body-pump up and down at will on the rigid 
piston of his cock that fused them wetly together. 

He could see its slow withdrawal between them, pulling thin soft ridges of 
her pink cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her smooth white buttocks 
back down into the mattress and then up again, pushing the soft folds back 
into her and the moist shiny length was swallowed whole back into the 
salaciously nibbling opening. He let her strain against him for a while, 
watching the eyes of the others as they stared in disbelief at the 
incredibly wanton spectacle unfolding right before them. Christ, how could 
he stand it? Why doesn't he fuck her? They were going insane just watching 
this lewdly erotic performance, their eyes not leaving the young girl's 
nakedly squirming loins for an instant as the huge shaft of Hermanos' big 
cock was slowly, nibbled from head to base by her voraciously clasping 
pussylips. 

Her heated little fucking motions became taster and faster by the second, 
the tempo of her cuntal thrusts up against him more urgent, her teeth bit 
hard into her lower lip. He knew she was straining to come ... the juices of 
her hungrily milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the 
lewd wet sucking sound of the in and out fucking movement as she suddenly 
thrust her hips up sharply at his heavily skewering cock, burying it deep 
inside her, her back arched a foot off the mattress, her feel firmly planted 
on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly. 

"Oh, God, darling, I'm cummming! 

Suddenly, with a deep throated groan, her body began vibrating 
uncontrollably ... wet white cum spewed hotly out from the outwardly flowing 
lips of her desperately throbbing vaginal passage, drowning his impaling 
member with its lust-heated warmth. She ground her cunt hard up against his 
pelvis and he could feel the fiery liquid of her orgasm trickling down 
between the smooth rounded globes of her ass-cheeks and on over his balls 
that pressed hard against her tiny brown puckered anus. 

Cortez went berserk as she grunted Out the last of her warm orgiastic juices 
against his matted pelvis, her body still jerking spasmodically up against 
him. He reached back grabbing her ankles and levered them farther back over 
her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of nakedly 
quivering female flesh beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly 
against the soft yielding mounds of her breasts, crushing them against her 
rib cage as her widespread cunt was opened ever more fully for him to fuck 
now and for everyone in the room to see. 

The men watched incredulously as he withdrew his deeply embedded cock until 
just the tip, glistening from her husband's earlier cumming, rested in her. 
Then, he rammed forward with all his stored up strength. He had waited all 
night to fuck senseless this haughty little bitch with the blonde hair and 
the pert turned up nose. She had her turn, blinded by the liquor and her own 
pent-up passion, and now it was his turn. The full throbbing length of the 
incited member sluiced wetly up and noisily up into her helpless exposed 
vagina. All the men could hear the wet flat smack as his belly thudded 
against her open pussy. His body dropped down again heavily on hers, 
crushing her against the mattress. He locked his lips over hers, thrusting 
his wet tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low animal grunts forming 
there. His shoulders pushed against the backs of her fully rounded calves, 
keeping her locked in the lewd bent-double position as he fucked it into 
her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress 
and the full white cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and 
palms, kneading the soft warm flesh, pulling the white rounded cheeks far 
apart to facilitate his deeply stroking entry. 

He began long hard strokes into the steaming passage that was now wet and 
slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside 
her and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his balls were 
screwed up tightly into the wide-split crevice of her buttocks. 

Denise groaned and twisted salaciously around beneath him as her nakedly 
exposed young cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance before the greedily 
staring onlookers. They all watched ravenously as he buffeted the top of her 
head hard back against the headboard of the bed with each jack-hammer slam 
into her voraciously quivering belly. Her arms were pinned down at her sides 
by her own updrawn legs. She could feel nothing in the world now but the 
giant cock head fucking up and down inside her warm viscous passage like a 
feathered piston and the slap of his soft hair-covered balls against her 
naked little asshole below as he jerked forward on the deep, skewering 
downstroke. Cool rushes of air raced between her thighs as he withdrew, 
exciting her more wildly than she had been before. 

Her womb flared and the unresisting lips of her hair-lined cuntal furrow 
flowered open ever wider to receive as deep as she could the delicious rape 
of her secret genitals. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under 
her legs and snaked around his back. The nails clawed a red streak down to 
his rhythmically driving buttocks. She pulled him deep and thrust her fleece 
covered pubis up hard to skewer herself deliciously on the hardened flesh of 
his heavily pumping cock. She sucked on the thick wet tongue that was shoved 
deep in her throat through the man's half-clenched teeth. Then her 
desire-crazed body began to match his pounding thrusts with her own rhythmic 
thrashing beneath him. 

"That's it, Hermanos baby, throw your meat to her! Let the hot little bitch 
have it good!" someone screamed, nearly hysterical at the lewd sight on the 
wildly squeaking bed. It was Mick Lawrence, his boss now for a year and a 
half. Mick had the job he should have had, the job he would have now if he 
hadn't been a foreigner, a second-class citizen to keep in his place, no 
matter how well qualified. He glanced quickly at Mick, an over weight hunk 
of out-of-flesh, old years before his time. He was wide-eyed with unbridled 
lust ... and then Hermanos glanced down at the obese man's body. There, 
beneath the shelf-like overhang of his huge belly, was his fist, tightly 
clenched around his cock, pumping like a crazy on the short, stubby knob. 
Christ, he was jacking off while he was watching them fuck! 

The bed squeaked loudly, Lola, businesswoman to the end, made a mental note 
to remind Stew, to have it oiled, though her mind was being distracted 
gorgeously by the two pairs of strong hands that were now coursing at will 
over her naked body. She barely watched as young Denise Dowd was getting the 
screwing of a lifetime just a couple of feet away ... but then again, she'd 
seen all this before. 

The raucous squeaks kept time with the two nakedly entwined bodies 
struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts 
and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the heavy 
pants of the other men as they crouched close to skewered blonde and watched 
hungrily. Their ears were attuned to the lascivious sound of sweat-soaked 
flesh smacking noisily together and the viscous wet slurp of his pistoning 
cock slithering rhythmically in and out of her pinkly clinging little cuntal 
passage. 

"That's it you hot little bitch," he whispered in her ear, quietly enough 
that the others couldn't hear. "Eat my cock off with those hot little 
pussy-lips of yours." He ceaselessly rammed the blood-filled cudgel deep 
into her whitely screaming little belly with long cunt-flattening jabs. He 
could feel the hot white cum building up inside his overheated balls as they 
flapped hard down against her upturned ass cheeks. It was ready to explode. 
He wildly snaked his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading 
hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her white little buttocks hard up 
against his grinding pelvis as he rammed his ready to spew cock all the way 
to the hilt of her soft, now completely unresisting cunt. 

Denise could feel her whole insides being levered open wider still as the 
head of the deeply sunk rod suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened 
to rip her womb apart ... then, it began to spurt ... and she could feel the 
delicious hot white cum shooting into her like liquid fire, ricocheting up 
around inside her tightly knotted belly like streams of molten lava. The 
pores of her passion-drenched cuntal walls clasped greedily around it, 
erupting in answer and again spilling her own whitely heated cum into the 
already drowning cavern of her greedily milking vaginal tunnel. 

It drove her wild with animal lust! 

There could be no stopping this mad wanton passion that wracked her naked 
quivering body. 

She reached frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both hands 
and began to desperately milk at the still cum squirting balls pressed into 
the nakedly spread split of her behind. Her legs kicked out, quivering 
uselessly in the air on either side of the bed. The huge deeply embedded 
cock continued to jerk out is completion ... white hot spurts still spewed 
from its head, filling her womb and foaming lewdly back out the desperately 
contracting lips locked tightly around the base of the heavily jerking 
instrument. 

"Oh darling Mac, fill my cunt with more of your wonderful cum, fill me, 
darling!" The men were all on their feet, huddled around this incredible 
performance like football players, in a huddle, amazed at this innocent 
young blonde's great beauty, her fantastic writhing nakedness that beckoned 
like a million-volt electromagnet. No one understood her words, no one 
except Lola, watching now more intently, a sly smirking smile on her face. 
That's the way bitch, fuck that imaginary husband of yours real good ... 
just keep on thinking that way and we're set for the night! I've got a lot 
more cocks just aching for that snooty little pussy of yours! 

Denise groaned on incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in 
her mouth. The hot walls of her jerking cunt sucked at the throbbing cock 
hungrily, until it gave one final spasmodic jerk, the lat hot drop sucked 
from it. 

The Mexican collapsed across her body, his performance ended, feeling her 
insides still gushing forth across his limply deflated prick. It seemed 
endless, until she too suddenly gave one last shuddering jerk and quivered 
to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of 
his fatigued body. Her arms were outstretched, one dangling doll-like over 
the edge of the bed. Her belly sloshed with this stranger's cum. She felt 
something all warm and rigid touch her fingers ... a stronger palm than hers 
opened her fingers, then closed them again around the shaft of another 
anxious, pulsing cock, filling with lust for her youthful nakedness. Her 
other hand was pulled to the edge of the bed ... still another thick, turgid 
prick shoved between her fingers. She heard a voice, low laughter, then the 
voice again ... a soft feminine voice, yet unfeeling somehow and laced with 
authority. The voice was familiar, it seemed to be giving directions ... the 
bed quivered and shook like an earthquake was at hand. She tried to focus, 
but the faces, the bodies were too near, she felt a pressure at her tender, 
ravaged pussy-lips. Then a panting male voice: 

"Open her legs up again. I've got the next crack at that hot little cunt of 
hers!" 

Strange masculine hands worked her limply yielding nakedness into position, 
she opened her mouth to tell them to wait for just a minute, to attempt some 
feeble control over her emotions. But a hulking masculine shape towered over 
her face ... a probing thrust that ovaled her lips wide and a smoothly 
pulsating cock slithered deep up into her saliva-filled mouth. She groaned 
softly around it for a moment and then, the pungent masculine taste of it 
taking hold of her, began a slow sensuous sucking motion with the inner 
muscles of her throat. 

"Oooohhh, baby suck it real nice like that, you hear! Suck, baby, that's it, 
suck!" 

Immediately a blinding stupor of uncontrolled animal-desire floated over her 
as she felt another male body press up between her thighs and fuck deep into 
her cunt and Denise, once again, drifted into a foggy, mindless oblivion of 
wild sexual ecstasy! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next morning the phone rang at the hotel room occupied by Mac and Denise 
Dowd. Mac was already up and had showered so he answered the phone. A female 
voice on the other end said, "Mr. Dowd? ... I understand you are interested 
in Zuni culture and artifacts. I think you might be interested in our 
collection. It is one of the finest in New Mexico. We are told that...." 

The voice on the other end of the phone really seemed to know exactly what 
Mac was interested in finding. What a lucky break! He would have something 
interesting to take back to his colleagues after all, if he played his cards 
right. Now where were those travellers checks. 

He glanced over at the bed where Denise was sound asleep. Sound asleep, more 
like in a coma! thought Mac. She must have had a few drinks last night. Hope 
she didn't get sick, poor thing! 

He scribbled a note and then rushed out to the car. It took him about a half 
hour to find the address of the artifact collector. It was a big modern 
house with a couple of sleek cars parked out in front. Mac hoped that the 
price wouldn't be so high on the artifacts that he wouldn't be able to take 
anything away with him. Those things were getting harder to find all the 
time and the price was constantly rising. 

Lola Gleason, resplendent in a daring black cocktail dress that would have 
been at home in the chicest of Paris evening society, caught a glimpse of 
the handsome young caller who stepped from his auto and made his way, 
somewhat hesitantly she noted, with some amusement, up the walk to their 
front steps. 

Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she thought it was going to be. After all 
the hardest part was over with. Getting Mrs. Dowd back to her hotel room 
with a healthy dose of sleeping powders in her system. She would be asleep 
until late afternoon now that hubby was out of the hotel. She just had to 
keep him here for a while and Lola was confident that she would find a way 
to do that. 

"Mrs. Smith?" asked Mac as the door opened. He could hardly believe this 
luscious dame was a collector of Zuni relics. 

"Yes," said Lola, smiling at her phony name she had given him over the 
phone. "Please come in! I know you are probably busy. I know my husband is. 
He's away in Arizona now on a collecting tour." She led him through the 
house chatting happily. 

"We keep the best pieces back here in the bedroom," she said, "We find that 
is the safest place." 

"Is ... is this all ... I understand that you had quite a collection." Mac 
looked dismally at the half-dozen statuettes and pieces of jewelry Lola had 
laid out on the dresser. 

"Yes, I am afraid so. We have lots more but its out on loan. I really 
thought there were more pieces here than this. Please forgive me if I misled 
you." Mrs. Smith answered. 

Mac, flattered by her desire to please him, even though he was disappointed 
at the artifacts. 

He felt the color rush to his cheeks, try as he might to retain that distant 
coolness the guys always managed in the movies, but never seemed to work in 
real life. 

At the opposite end of the room, and covering almost the entire wall, was a 
thickly padded leather bar, and behind it a good dozen shelves stocked with 
every kind of liquor imaginable. Even in the best New York's gin mills, Mac 
had never seen a better collection. 

Lola noticed his curious appraisal. "That's one of my husband's hobbies, 
collecting fine liquors from all around the world. And it helps him with 
another of his hobbies." 

"And what is that?" asked Mac innocently. 

"Screwing," Lola replied with a sly grin. "Could I offer you a drink, Mac?" 

Mac didn't need a house to fall on him to tip him off; it was pretty obvious 
what this woman had in mind, whatever reason she's given. But it was sort of 
flattering, he had to admit, though it was certainly out of the question 
that he'd let himself be suckered into anything quite so obvious. He and 
Denise had too good a thing going to blow it all now over some quickie, even 
with a woman as attractive as Lola. 

"Well, actually I could use something. Today was a pretty rough one for me." 

Lola stepped behind the enormous bar opening a panel in the side section, 
"See anything you like?" she purred, leaning forward and resting her elbows 
on the polished bar surface. Mac had to look away, averting his stare from 
the deep-vee plunge of her neckline that bared almost all of her full 
breasts as she leaned forward. 

"What do you suggest, Mrs. Smith?" he asked finally, awed by the tremendous 
selection of fine bottled spirits to choose from. 

Lola suddenly stood up, swaying sensuously around, and pulled a blue and 
white labeled bottle of greenish-liquid down from the top shelf. "This is 
some of Stew's special ... he picked it up in the West Indies somewhere. I 
understand it's illegal." 

"Uh ... illegal?" questioned Mac as she poured two hefty shots into 
oldfashioned glasses, then added ice from a bucket under the bar. 

Lola looked up, and caught the confused look in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry. 
It's not a narcotic or anything like that. Stew said it's a special island 
drink made from an absinthe base." 

"Absinthe! That stuff's been banned from practically every country in the 
world!" 

"Oh don't be such a baby," chided Lola, "Here, it'll make you feel better 
after such a long day." 

Mac gulped down a cautious swallow of her tangy licorice tasting liquid, 
then waited as if he expected sirens to go off or smoke to billow from his 
ears. When nothing out of the ordinary occurred, he continued to drink from 
the glass, "you know, this isn't bad." 

Lola didn't say anything, just stood there behind the wood bar, her head 
resting on her hands as she leaned across the counter. Mac sipped his drink, 
glancing around the plushly-decorated room, nervously waiting for some 
explanation of what was going on. "Uh, did you want to see me about 
something else?" he asked timidly. 

"It can wait," Lola grinned, "I'd like to slip into something less ... well, 
less formal. My husband and I were going out, but we have decided not to go 
after all." 

"Oh, is Mr. Smith here?" Mac asked. '"No, no ... he is in Arizona, and won't 
be home for hours and hours." she caught herself. 

Mac felt his face redden again, and he looked around quickly, hoping she 
hadn't noticed. "No that's fine, I guess, nothing wrong at all." He turned 
back to his hostess, the color back to normal in his face now, except for 
the slight blush of red from the potent drink he was finishing. "What is it 
you want?" he bravely asked. 

"Come on back to the study while I change." she grinned. "We can talk 
business later." 

"But I...." He tried to protest, but before he could get his objections 
voiced, Lola had spun on her heels and wiggled from the room, swiveling her 
well-kept behind in an unmistakable invitation, clearly visible through the 
sheer tight fabric of her dress. This isn't right, he thought, if she knew I 
was coming over, why was she dressed to go out with her husband away? This 
doesn't make any sense! 

He followed her without thinking, pacing after her through the dimly-lit 
dining room, past the antique chair down two low stairs and along a narrow 
paneled corridor. 

The hallway was lit with three wall fixtures designed to look like gas 
lamps, and the bulbs inside the curved glass globes were the sort that 
flicker like the flame of a gas mantle. It gave the richly-paneled corridor 
an eerie look, like the dark passages of an old castle; it was easy to 
forget he was in New Mexico. 

"In here love," she motioned, "This is the study my husband and I share. You 
can sit in here while I change." She directed him through a doorway into a 
small room with all glass walls, an excellent view of the desert now, that 
formed the back borders of their property. "Sit here for just a little 
minute." she cooed. 

Damn it! he thought, She's treating me like some kind of little schoolboy! 
Who the hell does she think she is; I bet I'm better any day than that 
husband of hers! 

Mac rose from the thickly-cushioned leather sofa he'd chosen on entering the 
glass-walled study and stepped a quick five paces to the open doorway of 
Lola's dressing room. Through it he could see the oversized bed in the 
master bedroom; it dominated the room with its build and was made to look 
even larger with a black cover that stood out in stark contrast to the red 
shag carpeted floor. It was definitely a mans designed wing. The 
unmistakable masculine aura only accented Lola's unmistakable womanhood; she 
seemed more vulnerable, more easily possessed and enveloped by this manly 
oasis. "Maybe I'd rather watch you," he said finally, clearing his throat, 
"That just could prove to be interesting." The words just seemed to come on 
their own, some force had taken control of his senses and was ordering these 
sounds to come from within him. He'd never dreamed of saying things like 
that to another man's wife before. He knew, he could trust Denise not to be 
unfaithful to him and he'd always felt that he had an unpledged obligation 
to return that trust. But now! Christ, he must be crazy with this woman's 
husband away and all. 

"That's more like it, bashful," she cooed, "I was beginning to wonder if you 
really were a man." She looked at him again out of the corner of her eye and 
added with a slight teasing curl on her lip, "You can watch all you like, 
love." 

He looked down at his glass, embarrassed again. He was thinking how stupid 
it was when she was just another woman, not that much older than he. He 
drained the glass for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to give him. 
It was odd, but with each further sip of the liquid his fears had been 
carrying since he'd arrived seemed to be seeping magically through his 
blood, so smoothly that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the 
effect, wondered if it was because he was so tired. He'd heard that 
somewhere ... that alcohol can affect you in strange ways. But no, this just 
wasn't like alcohol at all. There was no deadening of the senses of touch 
and no dulling of his ability to think, in fact, these very senses seemed 
intensified by this strange fluid. 

His mind returned quickly to the woman a few feet away and he looked up at 
her just in time to see her drop the black cocktail dress to the floor by 
her feet. He felt a slight jerk from his cock beneath his pants as her body 
came into view. She was taking her time, allowing the effect she knew it 
would be having on him to sink in. She knew it would be easy to seduce him. 
She had been in this game a long time, and managed well with the skills of 
her trade. She treated him as if he wasn't there, and this unawareness only 
heightened the effect, placing him in the forbidden role of a peeping Tom. 

He felt another slight jerk under his pants, his prick hardening slightly 
this time as she turned and bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. 
The full round moons of her buttocks came into full view, giving him and 
unimpeded view of the narrow nylon strip of her panties between her firm 
full thighs that tightened momentarily as she bent over. The panties slipped 
teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks from the pressure of her position 
and then remained bunched up in the hollows as she straightened up to take 
the dress to a hanger in her closet. He watched her with bated breath now as 
she walked across the room, the cheeks of her full sensuous buttocks 
joggling slightly as she moved. It was a careful, practiced walk that belied 
her stage experience. 

One thing was certain for Mac now, even if nothing else made enough sense to 
figure out what was happening. He could not back down from her now; this 
woman was out for him, hunting, him, stalking him like a female of the 
species she was. He tried to rationalize it in his mind, to try some excuse 
to let him off the hook for what he knew was coming. And what now, he looked 
forward to with eagerness. 

His mind droned on, the cool liquid rationalizing away the defenses he'd 
managed to keep intact through all the opportunities he'd turned down since 
meeting Denise. He watched Lola more intently now as she turned back from 
the closed doorway dressed only in a bra, panties and garter belt. The thin 
sheer stockings she wore shone silver in the dim light of the dressing room, 
illuminated only by a pair of bulbs on either side of her vanity mirror. 

"How about being a dear and bringing me my drink from the bar?" she grinned. 

"Sure, sure ... uh, be right back," Mac replied, and retraced his steps down 
the dark hall and back to the bar. He found the glass there just as she'd 
said and replenished it with fresh ice from the silver bucket. When he 
returned Lola was standing in the doorway of her dressing room, staring at 
him and smiling slowly. She was wearing a light nylon robe now that came 
just to the tops of her thighs and it was obvious she had shed the bra and 
panties while he was out for the drinks. She had left the garter belt, sheer 
stockings and high heels on. The deep cleavage of her breasts showed clearly 
unobstructed from the top. 

"Thank you Mac. That certainly was fast. Afraid you'd miss something?" 

"It looks like I haven't missed too much," he said, raising his glass toward 
her. He suddenly found he didn't feel nervous at all. He felt the beginning 
of a glowing power and self-confidence long vanished; he'd forgotten the 
quickening thrill of the chase, the heart-pounding excitement of seeing a 
woman all nude for the first time, of taking her that initial time. It 
wasn't like being married; sex with Denise, no matter how enjoyable was 
something else entirely. She could never again offer him what this woman 
dangled before him now like a carrot on a string, a strange piece of tail. 
He felt marvelous, as if he had finally found the true strength within 
himself, one that had lain dormant during these years of marriage to Denise. 
He could sense that making love to this magnificently-built woman standing 
almost naked before him was going to change him and his marriage ... maybe 
more than he could dream. 

Lola lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge in his pants. She grinned 
again, and gaily and bubbly this time. "You like me," she said sheepishly. 
"I can tell." 

"You've got pretty good eyesight," Mac replied matter-of-factly, "I didn't 
think it was noticeable." 

"Oh it's not my eyesight, honey. You're quite a man." 

She settled herself on the big bed, resting on both her elbows. The softness 
of the robe rode up over her thighs exposing the soft silky down of her 
pubic mound. She patted the bed beside her, indicating where he should sit. 

He started toward the bed, but she stopped him short with a wave of her 
hand. "Oh I forgot ... would you step into the study and turn off the garden 
lights? They seem to shine for miles around, if you know what I mean?" 

He obediently followed her request, and when he returned to the side of the 
bed, her soft robe was loosened in front. He glanced down at the thin 
hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted 
legs. He did not blush this time and a pleased smile crossed over his face 
as she opened them a bit more. He could see that she too was excited. The 
first tiny drops of moisture rising from the warm wet cleft between her 
thighs were faintly visible glistening in the tight narrow slit as she 
exposed herself to him. The full large mounds of her breasts were exposed to 
his gaze, the ripe ruby nipples staring up at him wetly. He guessed that 
she'd moistened them with a taste of saliva from her tongue so that their 
pink buds throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them. 

"You're beautiful," he whispered, almost in surprise as he realized for the 
first time how gorgeously put-together she really was. It was all he could 
do to keep from ripping off his clothes and leaping onto, her nakedness now, 
squeezing her soft flesh in his hands and locking his hungry lips on hers. 
But he thought better of it ... he couldn't go charging in like a horny 
bull. No, she was like a bottle of vintage wine, a satisfying experience to 
be savored and enjoyed, not gulped down like a bottle of cheap beer. And it 
was apparent that the reward would more than compensate for the agony of 
delay. 

"This is the first time for you, isn't it? I mean you've never cheated on 
your wife before, have you?" 

Lola's blunt query brought a moments feeling of guilt to his chest; she was 
right, this was the first time. And yet, somehow it seemed like destiny had 
brought him into this room, as though it had been meant to happen this way. 
He thought fleetingly of Denise, innocent and child-like, poor baby, you'd 
never be able to understand how I feel at this moment. 

He placed both their drinks on the bedside table and leaned over her, 
pressing his lips tightly down against hers. She reached up, curled her arms 
around and pulled him down onto her. One of his legs fell tightly between 
her open thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft and her body was glued 
into his as though it belonged there. She moved her thigh up against his 
loins, massaging it against him with practiced expertise and bringing his 
cock to a painful hardness. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid 
seeping from the tiny slit in the hardening tip. It smeared against his leg 
inside his pants until he was certain she could feel the wetness through the 
material. With practiced thoroughness, she continued massaging him with her 
thigh until she thought the head would explode. It was jerking now as if he 
would cum at the slightest extra pressure, she could feel it building deep 
in his testicles now. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as she sucked 
gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills 
running the length of his spine. He pulled his lips away to escape the 
teasing sensation and placed his cheek against her hair, thinking guiltily 
again for a fleeting moment of his wife Denise, and the horrible shock it 
would be for her to see him now, stretched over the nearly nude body of this 
married woman. In her girlish innocence, she'd never believe it. She just 
didn't know marital infidelity existed. 

As though she were reading his thoughts, Lola said, "I'll teach you a few 
tricks you can take home to the little woman. Just don't slip up and tell 
her where you learned them. And stop worrying, you're as stiff as a plank. 
My husband's not coming in. We are totally safe and all alone." She breathed 
slowly into his ear as she talked. "Let's get all naked." 

He realized suddenly that she quivered beneath him in her excitement, her 
thighs moving steadily against his loins. 

"You want to fuck me don't you?" she panted. 

"Oh, shit, yes, baby, mote than anything!" he answered the lewd boldness of 
her proposition exciting him even more. 

"Then for God's sake let me know it. Tell me!" 

"I want to fuck you!" 

"That's not enough," she whispered hoarsely, "How do you want to fuck me? 
How?!" 

"Deep, deep and hard ... so hard I'll split your cunt in half!" 

"Oh yes, that's what I wanted to hear. Get your clothes off and get it in 
me, darling, before I die!" 

He got up from the bed and began desperately taking his clothes from his 
body. A slight pang of self-conscious hesitancy came over him as he dropped 
his pants and shorts and stood over her with his cock standing out in naked 
erection before him. She lifted her body slightly and squirmed out of the 
flimsy robe, leaving nothing but the garter belt and stockings. She looked 
up at him standing stark nude above her. Her eyes riveted on his penis 
standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing head for a moment. "I 
want it baby. That's a beautiful cock and I want it twisting around deep in 
my pussy. I want it in me so bad!" 

He lay down beside her, cupping the beautifully shaped curves of her 
buttocks as she stretched naked before him. Her body was warm and soft 
against his and she raised her face to his lips, locking her mouth tightly 
to his as her hand searched between them for the hardness of his penis. He 
gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigid shaft. The 
perfumed fragrance of her body was maddening as she ground her pelvis 
tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on 
top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them. "Oh baby, get it 
in me quick! Ram it up my cunt before it burns up!" 

Stew Gleason adjusted the aperture control on the tiny Japanese-made 
videotape camera; luckily this time his wife, Lola, had retained the 
presence of mind to leave on the bedroom lights. Not like the last time they 
tried out their new toy, when suddenly the room went dark and Lola failed to 
notice it until she'd satisfied herself with the young man she'd chosen for 
the evening's entertainment. But this time was more than just harmless fun, 
this time it was business. She'd warmed him just this afternoon that they 
might need something else, another wedge to keep their foot in the door with 
the Dowds. And the electrical signals that were pulsing through the Video 
camera and onto the reel of magnetic tape that spun on the video tape deck 
to his left were it. Maybe if Mac Dowd had been a little more observant, 
he'd have noticed that the full-length mirror over the bed's oversized 
headboard was frosted with the tell-tale bronzish gray unique to one-way 
mirrors. Or that perhaps a slight whirring sound could be heard to emanate 
from behind the silvered glass. But he hadn't noticed, they never did, and 
Steve licked his lips in anticipation of the life-like video tape his 
expensive recorder was preserving. 

Christ, that wife of his sure liked to fuck! This was no act she was putting 
on for the camera; he could feel his own prick hardening as he watched 
intensely as Lola ground her nakedness against her young visitor's 
lust-hardening cock. Jesus, this might easily be the best of the tapes! And 
with this ace in the hole, their web around the Dowds would be impenetrable. 
Not to mention the other possibilities. 

Stew remembered the few times he'd met Denise Dowd, that beautiful girlish 
figure of hers, that tiny waist, and those long, tapered legs ... Damn, that 
was the way he like them! And the younger the better. 

It killed him to think of the club party, of how Lola had broken her in 
without telling him. God, he'd have given a thousand dollars to have been 
there that night! Those lucky bastards, a million men would have killed each 
other for just a taste of that sweet young blonde's pussy, and they had it 
handed to them for just a few lousy bucks! 

Oh fuck, maybe something would come out of this yet, and there's still time 
for some of Stew's meat to find its way up into her pretty little ass! 

Mac started to move but Lola Gleason beat him to it. Her hands came down 
between them and circled around his throbbing cock, guiding it between the 
lips of her hot desire-moistened cunt. Mac groaned above her as he felt her 
move it up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her 
vagina with the pulsating blood-filled head. They grazed teasingly against 
it, forcing it into a greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating 
pressure. He couldn't hold back another second and he flicked his hips 
forward with a sudden thrust that drove it with a flesh-splitting crash into 
the hot gaping mouth of her pussy. 

"Oooohhh," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath 
slip wetly over his sensitive naked flesh. It entered with a slight pop, 
like a virgin being taken for the first time, except that it was easier and 
infinitely better because she could control her vaginal muscles that way 
every time he fucked her. And he didn't intend this to be the last time, He 
was learning and learning fast that there was definitely something in this 
kind of real woman for him. He couldn't help thinking of how shocked and 
horrified Denise would be if she could see him now. Christ, she just 
wouldn't believe it! 

His long thin cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her belly, warm 
and tight at first, aching the full length of his rigid member and then 
easier as the wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way. 

Suddenly he hit bottom, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks 
of her ass. 

Lola screamed a low, animal like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to 
escape the sudden unexpected pain, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis 
tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good 
and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry to subside, 
proud that he could hurt her this way. It more than made up for the awkward 
embarrassment she'd gleefully heaped on him earlier. 

He had gained the upper-hand because he could hurt her, but she was 
powerless to hurt him in return. It was the age old plight of woman and 
would always make her subjugated to man. He reveled for a moment in the 
power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him and flicked 
the head of his cock forward again bringing another low moan from between 
her tightly clenched teeth. He fantasized in the power-maddened reaches of 
his mind about what it would be like for her husband to come home earlier 
than she'd expected, for that man to see his wife like this, naked and her 
voluptuously shaped legs wrapped lasciviously around his hips, another man's 
cock buried in her belly, Jesus, he couldn't see how a man could live with 
an image like that burned in his brain! 

Goddamn, he's a helluva lot better than I expected, Stew Gleason mused from 
his ringside seat behind the mirror. He glanced to see that the video tape 
was functioning properly, checked the image on the portable television he'd 
taken from the study to wire into the system as a monitor. Damn, it was 
simple as hell to set this up! You'd have thought it would take at least an 
electrical engineer for a task like this, but it was child's play, just 
following the simple instructions that came with the videocorder camera. 
They'd tried everything in the past, starting with regular film right after 
the mirror was put in. Just an ordinary 8mm camera, but there had to be too 
much light to make the results as detailed as they needed to be. Then had 
come the short-lived experiment with infra-red film and special lighting; 
with that kind of set-up, you could film with no visible light, but there 
was always a Man, this was finally the answer ... just the ordinary room 
light, and here it was, a regular television image as clear as any you could 
get from the networks. Stew could just count the money rolling in now. With 
a fool-proof set-up like this, shit, the sky was the limit! As long as God 
made suckers, there'd always be an endless supply of guys like this waiting 
to be clipped! 

Mac ground his pelvis into the squirmingly voluptuous flesh of the woman 
beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, 
lifting them both a few inches off the mattress from the strength of her 
upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening 
and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting 
rhythm of intercourse as old as time. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head 
flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild wanton 
abandon. 

"Oooo, yes, it's so good, so damn good! Shove your finger up my asshole, 
lover! Hurt me there, make me scream!" 

He reached under her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the 
wetness of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching and 
probing with the tip of his middle finger for her anus. 

And suddenly he found it ... a small warm trickle of moisture was running 
down the wide-spread furrow where he could feel his cock fucking into her. 
It moistened the tight puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he 
probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed 
hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring 
gave way completely and his finger slid in to the first knuckle joint. She 
jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the 
first searing pain. 

"Aaaggghhh, Goddamn it hurts!" 

Her coughed cry only excited him and he thrust again, sinking it to the 
second knuckle. 

"Oooh, yes, yes! That's it, hurt me, baby! Hurt me!" she screamed. 

In spite of the pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back 
on his finger until it was sunk down to the palm of his outstretched hand. 
He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. 
He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the 
underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and began skewering her 
between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on and on 
beneath him. His finger nail caught the flesh for an instant in her asshole 
scraping he and she jerked, but then caught up in the rhythm again, opening 
her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing 
of her loins. 

Mac could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her like a balloon 
until it felt as though it would explode at any second from the exquisite 
pain building up in his sperm-swollen balls as they slapped heavily against 
her buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped, he knew she had to cum 
soon, she was nearly out of her mind with passion as she writhed like an 
impaled snake beneath his rapidly skewering hardness. He began ramming it 
into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger plunging up into her 
asshole to excite her even more. 

He could tell she was nearly there as she gripped him tight between her 
thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard 
thrusts into her clasping pussy. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming 
from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew 
she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength. 
Damn, he'd never fucked an older woman, and though he'd often thought about 
it, nothing he could have imagined in his wildest fantasies could have 
matched this! It was incredible, she was a good ten years older than he, but 
she had the fire and spirit of a teenager. And her obvious experience, her 
uninhibited passion, all made the experience even more unbelievably 
pleasant. Oh Christ, he had to fuck her again ... and again ... and again! 

"Oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me! Hard! Harder!" she groaned, mumbling a steady 
stream of obscene words as they came to her mind and spurring him on with 
the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up 
tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him the 
full opening of her naked upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in 
her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near. 

"I'm cumming," she cried suddenly, her mouth gaping wide as though she 
didn't expect to make it. "I'm cumming!" she repeated again for the whole 
world to hear, and especially for her husband behind the smoky glass. She 
wanted him to hear, wanted him to see what this handsome young stud was 
doing to her, how this young virile man lusted so madly after her voluptuous 
nakedness. She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her 
throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was 
known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of 
her stretched pink. vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and 
ravish as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her crotch 
squirming beneath him in a wild savage dance of salacious abandoned lust; 
Her mouth hung open wide, her unseeing eyes fixed on the ceiling. 

"Damn, look at her, fuck back!" Stew grinned in lewd excitement as he 
watched his wife heading for the final screaming climax under the wildly 
fucking body of the young man, Jesus, she really loves it! 

A low banshee wail suddenly formed on the edges of her lips and then pierced 
through the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting, 
sweatdrenched bodies slapping wetly together. Lola's nostrils flared wide 
and she screwed herself desperately up on his wildly thrusting cock and 
locked her cunt to it with all the strength of her thighs while her loins 
jerked spasmodically against his belly. 

She held her breath for a moment and then expelled it as though hit in the 
stomach by a fist, her pussy still locked tightly around his still rock-hard 
penis. He pushed deep into her and then lay very still, granting her a rest 
for a moment. 

It was all he could do to keep from continuing to screw into her. God, he'd 
never in his life seen anything like it. He throbbed the muscles of his 
prick deep in her belly, hoping to bring her back into action, aching to 
answer the pressing need still bulging in his testicles. 

"Damn, that was something else," she whispered hoarsely, still breathing 
fast and unevenly. "You really held back long time." 

Mac felt very masculine and virile, now, proud that he'd outlasted her, that 
he was still raring to go at it, while she was a quivering, passion-wracked 
mass of hot female flesh. "I've got some more here for you, anytime you're 
ready." 

"Roll over, lover," she smiled up at him. "I've got a special treat for a 
big man like you." 

He pulled back, sliding his hardness wetly out of the soft warmth of her 
pussy, he hated to pull it out, he was so near to shooting it in her belly 
and he didn't want to stop, but he felt she needed her way. He reluctantly 
rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails 
of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He lay tense, his 
rigid cock pointed straight up at the ceiling. 

She turned her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began 
stroking him, sliding the loose sensitive flesh up and down the shaft of his 
aching cock in a slow magical rhythm that caused his ache to double and 
redouble, almost beyond his endurance. Then she rose to her knees and 
hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the 
throbbing moist head of his prick. She held it tightly between both hands, 
stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing stroke that caused 
his loins to undulate in time to her maddening tease. 

Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of his cockhead and suddenly her 
tongue flicked forward, the tip boring tauntingly into the sticky wetness of 
the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden 
unexpected contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a 
groan from his lips. 

He thought of the times he'd tried vainly to suggest this very act to 
Denise, of how she'd reluctantly made a stab at it a few times, but always 
just enough to tease him, never making him cum with just her lips and 
throat. 

She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the 
sensitively throbbing head in a moist warm pressure. Her lips tightened like 
an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside 
the warm wet hollow of her mouth. 

"Oh, Christ!" he gasped, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at 
her cock-contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk half way 
up between her tightly ovaled lips increased the sensation over a thousand 
times. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and it glistened like 
a marble column along the part not yet concealed by her soft moist lips. She 
managed to massage the soft resilient skin around his aching testicles 
gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and 
forefinger of her other hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. 
He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at 
the apex of the withdrawl, the tip flicking magically across the tiny 
opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still 
raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below. The sight of 
her labors made it all the more wickedly exciting to him. 

The older woman could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his cock 
a little harder, the tips of the teeth digging gently into the hard 
resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood 
from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position over his 
thigh without disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours 
between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her 
palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around 
and around the growing gland furiously until Mac felt it nearing the 
bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her 
throat, relaxing the inner throat muscles so that the bulbous, lust-engorged 
head could slither in a slow, inward pistoning movement down the warm tight 
passage. He was certain she would gag and choke, but she continued somehow 
the maddening sucking as the boiling liquid in his swollen balls strained to 
be released. 

He moaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent 
mutterings spitting from between his tightly gnashing teeth. Suddenly he 
gasped sharply. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from 
somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad 
dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams up 
into her voraciously sucking mouth. Her cheeks hollowed like the gills of a 
fish as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from 
choking. She went on sucking voraciously as he emptied the whole of his 
testicles deep up into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly 
in her hair, holding her head tight against the spasmodic thrusts of his 
naked, hair-covered loins as he pushed his wildly squirting hose of cock 
flesh all the way down her tightly clasping throat tunnel. She coughed 
gaggingly as she gulped to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted 
finally in complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflating in her mouth, he 
began to relax his tensed body, though she continued the gentle sucking, 
drawing every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from his battered 
cock. 

There was no where else to go ... they'd been to all the stops now, both 
completely satiated, and aching from the intensity of their union. She had 
sucked him dry and with a groan he collapsed, arms wide-spread, across the 
bed. She nibbled gently at him for a moment; had his eyes been open he would 
have caught, and perhaps puzzled over, the sly upward glance she made toward 
the mirrored wall at his head. 

"Okay?" she asked finally, a knowing smile on her face, her lips still 
faintly glistening from the wetness of his cum. 

"Oh, wow ... fantastic," he managed between gasping breaths. "You're really 
too much, you know that?" 

"Yeah, I've been told that on occasion," she said without a trace of 
humility, "I guess practice makes perfect after all." 

"Do you do this sort of thing often? I mean, cheat on your husband like 
this?" Mac asked awkwardly. Inside, he hoped the answer was yes, and that 
she'd unhesitatingly invite him back ... many times. 

"Often enough. Actually Stew doesn't mind at all. It's sort of an ... 
understanding we have. You know what I mean?" 

Mac was reluctant. "Yes. I suppose I do. But I can't really understand it. I 
mean, I'd kill Denise if I ever found out she was running around on me." 

"Why? You're doing it to her, what's good for you is good for her, right? Or 
haven't you heard of women's liberation?" she laughed. 

"I've heard of it all right, but I still think it's different for a man. A 
man doesn't have to give anything when he screws around, but a woman gives 
up a little of herself every time she gets fucked. It's just not the same, 
that's all." 

Lola raised up and her huge full breasts barely brushed the sheets below 
her. "You don't really believe all that bullshit, do you? That's all a lot 
of crap, dreamed up by some cuckolded husband. I can guarantee you never 
heard that line from a woman. Ask any woman sometime, ask your wife. Maybe 
she can tell you a lot more than you think about sex from a female's view 
point." 

"Oh, no, not Denise," insisted Mac, "She's good enough in bed, I suppose. 
But she's pretty provincial when it comes to her modern-kinky-type ideas, 
you know, wife-swapping and free love and the like. She'd sooner die than 
stray outside marriage for sex. It's just not in her." 

"Well, Mr. Dowd. I have something I have to tell you. It was fun with you, 
honey. It really was, but now we've got a little business to talk over." 

"Oh, oh," thought Mac, "She's a whore. I should have known. She's going to 
ask for money. Well maybe it's worth it." 

"You see, Mr. Dowd," she continued, "My name is not Mrs. Smith, it's Mrs.. 
Gleason. Lola Gleason. Oh, you have heard of me. That's right. Your innocent 
little wife came to the club last night and I'm afraid I'm going to have to 
be the one to pop your lovely ol' balloon and ... well, wait a minute. I'll 
show you." 

Lola reached over to the drawer of her bedside table letting her breasts 
fall out over the sheet as she did so. She pulled out an envelope of the 
drawer and dumped the contents out on the bed. 

"I didn't take these honey. They were given to me by one of the fellows at 
the club. I'm not really a black-mailer at heart. You might say I'm just a 
concerned citizen." 

Mac studied the pictures. The first was of a girl on all fours, her head 
pulled back against her shoulder blades. And behind her, rammed into her 
pussy from a standing position as she kneeled on a bed, was a heavy, 
sweat-soaked man naked and about fifty, a look of wild contorted ecstasy on 
his face as the girl obviously shoved her ass back onto his heavily 
pistoning cock. 

Jesus Christ! It was Denise! He wasn't sure at first, the features were all 
distorted from the agonized expression she wore, but it was definitely her! 
And the others, more positions, three or four more men, it was Denise in 
every single shot! And his own wife was being lewdly fucked by a gang of 
strange men, and there in the background was this woman, Lola, looking on 
with a self-satisfied smirk across her face; she was naked too, standing 
between two men whose hands disappeared between her thighs. 

"Don't blame dear Denise, sweetie," said Lola degradingly. "It wasn't really 
her fault. She was just volunteering to ... uh, to work for me and help out 
a little at the bar ... but it seems she wasn't a very good wife, and she 
failed to watch how much and what she drank in the line of duty. Not very 
smart, but-" 

Mac looked into the woman's eyes, his belly knotted with an anger more 
intense than any he'd ever known. "Then you are responsible for this? You 
forced Denise into some filthy...." 

"Whoa, fellow," interrupted Lola, "Nobody forced your wife into anything. 
She came of her own free will. And she wasn't raped ... in fact, I thought 
there for awhile last night she'd run out of men before she'd had enough." 

Mac was so angry and appalled that he felt the tears coming to his eyes. He 
wanted to tear that bitch's hair out and spit in her face, but all he could 
do was look down at the sheet. He slowly climbed out of the bed and started 
to put on his clothes. Then slowly he said the words starting to form in his 
brain. 

"You ... are not getting ... any," but then he knew that this woman was not 
worth communicating with. He began to leave the room when he got to the door 
though he heard Lola's voice. 

"Oh, hot stuff. I forgot to tell you. Your great love scene is all on film 
and I've got a couple of bodyguards watching it. I guarantee you I could, if 
I were the type ... do a lot of damage with that little movie unless I get 
five-grand before five o'clock tonight. Just look at it as vacation 
expenses. I'll even throw in the Indian crap." she laughed wickedly. 

As he closed the door and found his way quietly out of the house, Mac found 
that his anger had gone. It had been replaced by the sad realization that 
his marriage to Denise was probably finished. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Denise's sister, Lucy, and her boyfriend, Gordon, were having the time of 
their lives at the Standozo Rock Festival. They both agreed the recording 
they had heard of the "Apes" didn't do a bit of justice to the real thing. 

But more important even than that, the music was the feeling in the air. The 
privilege of sharing in all of the energy which comes from a group of people 
of the same generation who are temporarily able to put aside their 
differences. 

The two young people were very "high" at the end of the long first day of 
the festival. They had a special day in the sun. They rode together in 
Gordon's car, each one smiling in the knowledge of the love they were 
sharing. They did not speak for a long time. Finally Lucy said, "Wasn't it 
nice of those monks to share their lunch with us?" 

"It sure was," replied Gordon. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, one of those monks 
told me that those little cakes they gave us contained a love potion." 

Lucy and Gordon were talking about a group of Oriental mystics who were 
touring the country and who were kind enough to share their magic lunch with 
the young couple, as meager as it was. 

"Well," said Lucy, "If it was a love potion, I can vouch for its 
effectiveness. I'm so in love with you I can't think of anything else." Lucy 
couldn't help placing her hand on the inside of Gordon's thigh. 

"I've got a couple of them left," said Gordon. "I'm going to freeze them. I 
figure we can eat them on our first wedding anniversary." 

"Oh, Gordon," said Lucy, "you really know how to make a girl feel 
wonderful." 

They walked into the hotel lobby and the way to their rooms. They were 
beginning to remove their clothing to prepare for the shower when they heard 
loud shouting coming through the wall from the room next door which was 
occupied by Mac and Denise. 

"I know now I should have told you myself, but I just couldn't,, darling, I 
just couldn't! I don't know what happened ... One minute I was fine and the 
next, there's hardly more than just a blank there. Honestly, Mac, I didn't 
know anything like that was going to happen! Honest, darling, you've got to 
believe me!" Denise's voice was clear and distinct, but it was showing signs 
of breaking, an occasional sharp gasp as she fought to hold back the tears. 

"How can I believe anything, you slut! And besides, Lola said you weren't 
exactly raped!" 

"She said you ... you couldn't get enough. That you urged those men on, that 
... Oh Denise, I don't want to repeat all that! It's bad enough finding out 
your wife's a whore without having to give her a play-by-play of the whole 
orgy!" 

"Oh Mac, how can you believe those lies?" she cried, "You know I'd never do 
anything like that." 

"I don't know anything any more. I saw those pictures, Denise. You didn't 
look like you were being forced into anything to me!" shouted Mac. 

Denise could no longer hold back the slinging tears; they trickled steadily 
now down her soft cheeks. "I told you, darling, when you came home. I don't 
know ... I just don't remember any of that. Maybe I was doing ... all those 
things. But I can't remember! I must have been drugged or something ... 
you've got to believe me!" 

Mac felt a momentary shudder of recollection as he recalled the powerful 
drink he'd been given at Lola's. Maybe, just maybe ... : 

"Please Mac, say you believe me! I can't live with the horror of last night 
if you think I'm lying! Please!" she begged, her hands gripping his upper 
arms, her face contorted in anguish. 

From outside the room, Lucy and Gordon looked at each other disbelievingly; 
how could this awful argument be coming from Mac and Denise? The couple 
whose marriage they had always thought was perfect, the man and woman they'd 
both strived to emulate ... this just couldn't be, not Mac and Denise. 

There was a lull in the vicious shouting, and Gordon opened the door. Denise 
was standing in the middle of the living room, Mac against the far wall. She 
immediately turned away upon recognizing her sister and Gordon. In an 
instant she turned back toward them, the tears wiped from her cheeks and an 
instantly-recognizable phony smile on her still-trembling lips. 

"Oh, hi, kids ... how was the rock show? I thought you'd be really late 
tonight," she managed limply, Mac said nothing, but did manage a weak smile. 

"Uh, we left early. It was starting to break up anyway," Gordon said 
somewhat awkwardly, avoiding Mac's eyes. It was obvious that both Mac and 
Denise were feeling the pain of knowing the two younger people had heard it 
all. It was written all over their faces that they had heard the shouting 
from outside. But no one wanted to be the first to bring it up. 

Denise seated herself on the sofa, folding her hands nervously in her lap. 
"Well, why don't you tell us all about it? Were there as many people as you 
expected? I heard on the TV that they expected close to a hundred thousand." 

Lucy waited for her boyfriend to speak, but he didn't answer. "Yes, there 
was an enormous crowd. We could barely see the stage for all the people," 
she said finally, but her thoughts-were somewhere else ... Mac's shouted ... 
those awful words about my own sister and some men ... could it be true? 
Could Denise really have done something like that? It's all making sense 
now. She was obviously upset when we left this afternoon. Now I can 
understand why she paced around the house like a caged animal all day when 
she finally awoke ... she knew this confrontation was coming all along ... 
But why ... why Denise, how could she? 

"Uh, Mac, we ... we couldn't help but overhear. We weren't eavesdropping or 
anything, honest," said Lucy. "Is there anything wrong? I'm not trying to be 
nosy or anything, but...." 

"There's nothing wrong, Lucy," said Mac harshly, "nothing that a good lawyer 
can't fix for me. By the way, what is the residency requirement now for a 
divorce in Juarez? Do either of you know?" Mac was still drunk, and he 
instantly regretted what he had said, but it was too late. 

"Oh, you rotten bastard! You just had to say something in front of the kids, 
didn't you? That damned male ego of yours just wouldn't let go!" screamed 
Denise, on her feet again. She tried once more to hold back the tears, but 
it was hopeless. She waited for some sort of reply from her husband, but he 
only glared at her hatefully. 

"Well, Mr. Mac Dowd, you can have your divorce any time you want it! I don't 
care! I don't give a damn about you!" And with that, she ran crying into her 
bedroom. Mac offered not a word. 

It was all like a bad dream for Lucy and Gordon; it would have been bad 
enough under any circumstances, but stoned like they were from the monk's 
magic love potion, it only magnified everything a thousand times over. The 
two younger people stood mutely, then finally, after an interminable painful 
silence, Lucy looked to Gordon for approval, saw it in his eyes, and raced 
after her sister. Gordon felt the younger blonde's hand in his jacket pocket 
before she followed her sister into the bedroom; when she'd left the room he 
reached in only to find the bag containing the cakes given them by the 
Eastern monks were missing. It took a minute but then, he realized what Lucy 
had in mind. It was crazy, but it still seemed the logical thing to do. 

Mac stared down at the floor, obviously hoping to avoid any confrontation 
with Gordon, but Gordon was insistent. "Mac, I'm not interested in hearing 
your personal problems. That's for you and Denise. But I do know something 
that will help." 

Mac looked up, the agony apparent in his eyes. "There's nothing that would 
help now, Gordon. Nothing." 

"Look. This may seem strange, but I want you to do something for me. 
Something very important for you." 

"What?" asked Mac. 

"I want you to eat this piece of cake." 

"Look, Gordon, I'm not hungry and I'm not in any mood for jokes." 

"Please, Viae! It can't hurt. Trust me, huh?" 

Lucy had followed her sister into the bedroom, not waiting to knock. 
"Denise, let me help you," she pleaded sympathetically. 

"There isn't anything you can do," cried Denise. "It's all been done. You 
don't understand what happened. Lucy, you don't...." 

"Don't go into all that," Lucy interrupted, "I don't want to hear it. I've 
got something for you, Denise. Something that might have changed your life a 
Jong time ago. I guess you were just born a little too early. I've got a 
little present for you. It's something Gordon and I were going to save but I 
think it probably works better when it's fresh anyway." 

Lucy unwrapped a small brown piece of cake and said, "Open up wide, dear 
sister of mine." 

* * * 

Mac became aware that Denise was beside him. He hadn't really noticed when 
she entered the room; his mind was on the magnificent sweet-giving cake that 
Gordon had shared with him. There was now a paralyzingly powerful sensation 
that seized his whole body. Every minute sensation seemed magnified a 
million times ... the music that Lucy had chosen for the stereo, a raucous 
reeling album from the Sixties, seemed to be playing on some previously 
unknown turntable inside his head. It was incredible! Every sound, every 
color, every feeling was a thousand times what it had been a few minutes 
ago! 

He looked at Denise sitting quietly and unobtrusively now beside him on the 
edge of his arm chair. She seemed to be talking to her younger sister, but 
the words didn't connect with the slow methodical movements of her lips. And 
the hatred he'd felt just a short while ago, it too was gone in a puff of 
smoke. He'd never have believed it possible! He looked again at Denise, 
studied her like a specimen under a microscope. It was as if the cake had 
given him some mystical insight, some strange power brought on by the 
wondrous stuff from the East. He could really see into her soul, see through 
her flesh and blood and uncover the truth ... and the truth was pleasant 
enough. She'd been telling the truth, to be sure. This woman sitting beside 
him was incapable of the awful things that woman, Lola Gleason, had accused 
her of. Maybe it had taken the cake to give him the ability to see her this 
clearly, so obvious now. Sure, she'd been led into it, just as she'd tried 
to explain when he first came home and confronted her with what he'd 
learned. 

Christ, he felt like a real fool now. And even worse, he'd shown his silly 
distrust in front of Gordon and Lucy. There had to be some way to show them 
that Mac Dowd was not himself a few minutes ago. He reached around his 
wife's tiny waist as she sat quietly beside him, afraid to look at him, but 
satisfied to be at his side. She turned to him as his arm reached around 
her, a tear trickling front; her eye, but a smile on her lips. 

Lucy and Gordon were on the sofa, the lights off now to richly enjoy the 
loud music. Ordinarily, Mac would have objected ... both to the choice of 
music and the volume. But there was a new feeling sweeping over him, a new 
set of sensations he'd never before experienced-and the music was a 
indefinite part of them. 

The room was nearly dark, and young Gordon's hand around Lucy's shoulders 
began to slip slowly downward as they both sensed the returning warmth 
between Mac and Denise. It had worked! They'd managed it ... and with it the 
saving of a marriage! 

Lucy was elated, a rich glow of happiness seeping through her body, and she 
offered no resistance as Gordon's hand reached the buttons of her blouse and 
began to loosen them. She leaned her head back against the soft cushion of 
the sofa. His cool fingers brushed her warm flesh as they reached inside the 
opening of her blouse. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she shivered as his fingertips closed over the ripe swell of 
one firm young braless tit. Gordon opened her blouse fully then, expecting a 
whisper of resistance as he bared her naked breasts to the air of the room, 
but she only smiled as his hands coursed over her bare flesh! God, she was 
really stoned from that cake! And she wasn't the only one! 

One look at those delicious white mounds, capped with the jutting pink buds 
of her hardening nipples, stiffening now in the coolness of the air, and he 
was out of his mind with desire. It didn't matter that Denise and Mac were 
in the same semi-darkened room, it was as if the veil of sweet music would 
hide them from view. He had to fuck her, even if her own sister and 
brother-in-law were only a few feet away! 

He pushed her gently down onto her back on the sofa and she responded 
without hesitation, her arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of 
her. His hands found the belt in her jeans and he quickly unfastened it, 
then unsnapped them and began to slip them down over her thighs. He was 
amazed at his own actions as he was at her seeming willingness to let him do 
it, but there was no stopping him now. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic 
waistband of her white nylon panties and slipped those also down as far as 
her knees. The teenager lifted one foot up and caught the flimsy garment 
with her toes and finished stripping them from her long smoothly tanned 
legs. 

He ran his fingers over her back and down to her curvaceously rounded 
buttocks, letting his fingers revel in the firm skin, his loins tingling and 
his whole body trembling at the feel of her fresh young nakedness. He could 
barely see her, close as he was, and he worried not at all about her sister, 
Denise, and Denise's husband, Mac, across the darkened room. The cake had 
worked its consciousness dimming magic, and he was seized with the maddening 
desire to ravish this wondrously beautiful young blonde he'd hungered to 
fuck for so long. 

He moved his face down her body, finding her breasts, which were as firm and 
full as he'd remembered from the few times he'd managed to fondle them with 
his hand before Lucy had always protested. They responded to his kisses with 
a sudden hardening of the tiny, already throbbing nipples. He drew his 
fingers along the bulging sides, from her ribs to the nipple points, just 
his fingertips. And then he nipped softly with his teeth at one small pink 
smudge of a nipple so that she gasped and clasped his head in her arms. 

With a pulsing in his jeans, he squeezed her nakedness to him, his hand 
slithering down her belly and between her thighs. It found the warm soft 
lips of her innocently virginal pussy, and her thighs parted with a soft 
little moan of surrender from her throat. His fingertips squeezed the little 
bud of her clitoris beneath the sparse young curls of her pubic hair and she 
began to squirm her hips around slightly in nervous little contracting 
movements, as if she was fighting to control her youthfully awakening 
passion. 

She lay back on the sofa, naked now but for her open blouse, her body 
wracked now with the unquenchable flame of sexual desire. She was firm and 
young, full of vigor and untried yearnings. And God, he had to fuck her, 
now, right here with her own sister in the room. He unzipped his fly and 
wriggled out of his jeans, frantic with impatience as the young blonde 
squirmed out her sensuous reply beneath him with her naked body. She drew 
her thighs up and opened them for him instinctively and when he had moved 
between them to lie there, she reached down and he felt her cool hand on his 
hardened young cock. Her hand stabbed a shock into his rigid flesh, and the 
lust-hardened rod moved toward her tiny hair-lined vaginal furrow until 
suddenly it touched and he could feel the moist fleshy warmth throbbing 
against his cock, waiting for its entry. 

"Oh, Gordon, darling," she whispered hoarsely, her mind reeling from the 
incredible sensations his touch on her nakedness was giving her. Her eyes 
were closed as she floated through space, her only touch with reality the 
shivering electric sensations that radiated from his cock throbbing so 
softly down there against her trembling pussy-lips. He rocked his hips 
forward and the head of it eased between the soft pink folds as the fleshy 
walls tightly closed in around him. He felt her body tense as he explored 
the resisting membrane of her maidenhead; she wasn't breathing, her arms 
were wrapped tightly behind him as she waited for the pain that was sure to 
come. 

And then, "Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she cried, as he flicked his cock forward with 
all the strength and desire of a hundred unfulfilled nights. Suddenly he 
wanted to hurt, not to punish, but to show her he was strong. Yet, at the 
same time, the hurt of his long mounting frustration from not being able to 
fuck her was slowly being replaced by new and undreamed of sensual 
sensations. His teenage girlfriend's virginal young pussy walls were giving 
way and he was slipping it up into her wet warm tightness! He could feel the 
slight "pop" of her cherry and then his balls slapped softly against her 
naked asscheeks. He was there ... pulsating and throbbing deep up inside her 
warmly receiving belly. 

"Oh God ... God!" she repeated, her voice growing louder now as she writhed 
and twisted slowly under him on the sofa and not caring now that her sister 
and brother-in-law were so close by. Her face moved from side to side, marks 
appeared on her lips where she bit them, and every so often her mouth came 
against his and her teeth bit into him and she sucked his tongue between her 
lips, panting warm, passion-heated breath into his throat. 

Her legs, on either side of his impaling hips, were jerking and writhing 
like puppet legs in a slow, erotically moving abandon. He felt their warm 
fleshy pressure as they held him tight, and then they would move off and she 
would pull them up to her shoulders or fling them out on right angles to her 
hips, moaning and gasping continuously, writhing as the release of her 
pent-up passions, mindless of anything except the deliciously beautiful 
skewering she was receiving up in her cunt from the man she loved. 

Her eyes were closed; all the time her mouth worked and trembled and her 
neck was strained as she thrust back her head in the intensity of her 
feeling. 

The sharp pain of his initial entry was gone, and as her own juices of 
intensely growing passion lubricated the snug passage of her virgin hole, 
the agonizing jolts became rippling, rolling waves of joy that broke like 
great cascading waves over her nudely squirming body. 

Gordon was aware of no part of his body but his heavy bursting cock which 
moved deeply in and out of her lovingly clasping little hole that was 
wrapped so tightly around the full virile length of his aching young 
hardness. He moved his hands beneath her and cupped his fingers over the 
nakedness of her smooth satin buttocks, squeezing the soft resilient flesh 
between them, pulling her nakedly grinding pelvis tight against his own, the 
flames of desire for her raging hopelessly out of control now from the full 
strength of the oriental love potion they had both eaten. God, it was so 
tight! Her pussy gripped his aching cock and milked it like a softly gloved 
hand with a grip of iron. 

He slipped one hand up to where he was fucking into her and felt the softly 
pulsating folds of hair-fringed flesh around her pussy, grazing teasingly 
around his cock moving deeper into her. 

He stroked and pinched the thinly throbbing lips, and she cried out afresh. 
She was almost whining, and the incredible heat from her naked young body 
seemed to engulf him. She was gasping for breath from the excitement of 
being fucked so deeply for the first time by a magnificent virile young 
cock. She knew that her sister could see her even in the dim light, and that 
her sister's husband was probably staring at her naked pussy as it was 
getting fucked. But nothing mattered to her but the knowledge and the 
ecstasy of being fucked by her beloved Gordon. She wanted this feeling to go 
on forever. But then the inevitable happened, her open lips quivered and her 
moans became a long pure scream of cumming, her whole body jerking with the 
fantastic joy of her first climax, her first moment as a real woman! "Oh, 
now ... now, darling!" she gasped, her nakedly flailing legs locking tighter 
around his rhythmically grinding hips. 

He felt the desperate contraction of her vaginal muscles lining his cock and 
he grunted as the pressure grew and clamped his cock tighter, squeezing 
deliciously around it almost until he couldn't stand it any longer. Then, 
suddenly her cunt was full of warm juice, an oozing flow that seeped out of 
her wet, hair-lined slit and down onto his balls below as they slapped hotly 
against her upturned asscheeks. 

Hot and pleading, he fucked faster and she continued to moan. He felt his 
own passion climbing to a soaring pinnacle of fantastic ecstasy that all 
seemed to gather in the aching tip of his deeply buried penis. 

He gripped her smoothly churning young buttocks and squeezed them in his 
hands, his fingers biting into her, teasing into her anal passage and making 
her moan louder. 

"Oh ... ohhhh," he grunted and moaned, slowing his stroke to a painfully 
deep long thrust far up into her wetly welcoming young belly. His abdomen 
smacked firmly against the soft pink flanges of her pussy and his balls 
ground tightly in the upraised furrow of her buttocks, moistened now with 
the juices of her own orgasm. He felt himself cumming too and pushed back 
her thighs to her shoulders, hearing her moan loudly and applying all the 
pressure of his body at his loins. "Oh, darling, yes!" 

With a sudden wet, warm relief which was too much to bear, he shot into her, 
releasing a flood of pent-up semen that spurted again and again and again 
into her hungrily devouring young pussy, draining him of all the unfulfilled 
desire he'd kept locked in his loins for all these past months. 

Trembling, he lay relaxed on her, and she put her arms around him and they 
lay there, naked, and unashamed of what they'd done, mindless of the 
consequences, reeling in the warmth of each other's gentle embrace.... 

* * * 

Mac and his wife Denise had watched numbly at first, stunned both by the 
shocking sexual display and the oncoming effects of the strange love potion 
which had been pressed upon them. Both of them just stared with wide eyes, 
their mouths hung open slackly, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. 

Mac had watched without blinking as his wife's younger sister was stripped 
naked right before his eyes. He stared in awe at the ripely swelling curves 
of her young body, the firm, uplifted nipples that jutted into the air and 
throbbed at the very touch of his friend's hands against her naked flesh. 
Her legs were long and thin, unblemished, still trim with that adolescent 
little-girl slimness that Denise had grown beyond. Her belly was flat and 
hard, almost boyish, and her hips narrow and slender as she ground her 
virginal young cunt nakedly up against Gordon's wildly thrusting loins. 
Christ, he couldn't believe it! It was wilder than his craziest fantasy, 
screwier than anything he could have possibly dreamed up! And it was 
happening, happening right here in his own living room! He was sitting 
there, watching hungrily as his wife's teenage sister was being screwed 
silly by his best friend right on his sofa. And she was supposed to be a 
virgin! Mac wondered if maybe he weren't going insane. 

Denise resisted at first, once opened her mouth to scream her objections, to 
put an end to this lewd sensual display, before it had gone too far. Her own 
sister! To stand idly by while she was being fucked naked in her own home by 
a man she had only known a couple of months, stripped of her precious 
maidenhood! 

Not only that, she felt totally responsible for her little sister since she 
was "in charge" of her on this extended vacation. 

But then something strange was beginning to happen to her; she no longer 
wanted to object. She no longer wanted to stop them from fucking ... she 
wanted it to go on! She wanted to be a part of this wicked, thrilling 
excitement! She found herself staring intently at the slim muscular body of 
her husband's friend Gordon, marveling at the tight, hard cheeks of his 
buttocks as they tightened and released, tightened and released ... every 
taut muscular movement accompanied by a long, wet, skewering thrust of his 
lust-hardened cock up into her sister's tiny, hair-lined vaginal slit. His 
forearms were strong and masculine, sweat rippled along his spine and 
gleamed along the taut, muscular bands of his virile young body. She found 
herself breathing heavily, gasping occasionally as the young boy's long, 
hard cock sank to the hilt in Lucy's moist, pinkly engulfing cunt. It was as 
if the delicious young cock were fucking her own cunt ... and she nearly 
cried out as he stepped up the rhythmic pace, her eyes glued to the 
tantalizing hardness of his long swollen cock. She couldn't look away from 
its masculine rigidity! She hated herself for the perverted desire she found 
impossible to resist. God, she was getting hotter by the second! She was 
ashamed of the growing wetness up between her tightly clenched thighs, but 
she was powerless to stop it! The powerful aphrodisiac she had ingested had 
numbed her reasoning senses like a bolt of thunder ... she did not want this 
to end ... not now ... not when she was so worked up and hot down between 
her legs! 

Oh Lord, what is happening, she wondered, and she felt like laughing at the 
absurdity of the situation. Her own kid sister getting fucked senseless 
right in front of Mac ... and obviously enjoying it more than she had ever 
enjoyed anything else ... while she herself was getting hotter than a 
firecracker just watching. She knew that she couldn't help herself, but her 
face reddened at the thought of what she was doing. 

Denise found that, without realizing it, she was clinging to Mac's massively 
swollen penis inside his pants while he held her balanced on the chair arm 
with one hand, the other under her dress and between her hot white thighs, 
slowly slipping inside the legband of her sheer nylon panties, his fingers 
moving tauntingly in the silken fluff of her pubic mound ... and then into 
the thin, unresisting slit of her pussy, gently tracing through its dampness 
to the already impatiently throbbing tip of her clitoris, caressing it into 
sudden quivering erectness. 

She sat there silent, barely breathing, as the handsome young Gordon fucked 
his long skewering prick into Lucy's greedily devouring young pussy again 
and again. Finally, as if on signal, she and Mac, could stand it no longer 
... their argument forgotten, she fell backward into his arms. His finger 
was still inside her panties, flicking tantalizingly at the tenderly 
throbbing little tit of her clitoris, sending shivering spasms of delight 
racing along her spine. God, she wanted to be stripped naked and fucked like 
Lucy. She wanted her full womanly delights fully exposed, to be totally 
stripped and vulnerable, naked in the arms of her husband ... and she wanted 
Lucy and Gordon to see; to watch with their own eyes as she made love 
passionately to her own man. It was as if this was some atonement, some 
means of undoing all the wrong she had caused ... and she wanted it more 
than anything. 

She looked across to the sofa again, shivered at the sight of Gordon's hard 
handsome body arched over Lucy's quivering young softness. She cried out as 
he rammed his long magnificent cock straight down and far up into the young 
blonde's belly, "Oh God, please ... please fuck me too, Mac! I need you ... 
I need you so bad! Please fuck me ... fuck me hard! Hurt me, darling! 
Please." 

Mac's fingers reached up and half-ripped her blouse from her body. Her 
fingers fumbled nervously to unfasten her brassiere. It fell to the floor as 
her beautiful white breasts soared free and unrestrained, swelling to full 
size under his hungry gaze, her nipples throbbing excitedly. She lifted her 
firmly rounded buttocks from his lap and tugged her skirt free; a moment 
later, her thin nylon panties joined it in a crumbled heap on the floor. She 
could see the passion-wracked desire flaming in her husband's eyes ... but 
he hesitated. She knew the pain was still lingering, the acid-etched 
memories he must have from seeing her being fucked half-crazy in the naked 
arms of other men ... She knew their salvation would be up to her ... it was 
a gamble, but she had to take it. 

She eased her naked body from his lap and rolled gently onto the carpeted 
floor at his feet. She looked up and he saw her pleading for him with her 
eyes ... she lay down before him, her thighs slightly spread in an 
unmistakable invitation. Her fingers coursed slowly down over her nakedness, 
gently over the rising and falling mounds of her firm breasts, further over 
the smooth plane of her belly, coursing through the sparsely curled "vee" of 
her pubic triangle ... her fingers ran between her soft thighs, parted them 
further, opened the warm, moist cunt lips enough to give him a glimpse of 
the glistening pink flesh up inside its tiny fleece-fringed mouth. 

A cry of tormented relief shook the room as Lucy screamed out her orgasm 
unashamedly ... it was all the push Mac needed. Stripping his clothes from 
his body, he excitedly dropped to the floor beside Denise. She squirmed and 
writhed from the simple sight of his nakedness, his firmly erect cock 
signaling to all the world that he still cared. 

"Lie on your back. Let me get on top and fuck you, darling," she urged him 
in a low voice, not caring now that her younger sister and Gordon could 
watch them also. Mac was aware of a note of lascivious heat in her voice and 
his cock throbbed heavily at his groin from the knowledge that she wanted 
him to fuck her just as her sister was getting fucked on the couch a few 
feet away. He stretched out on the soft rug and she lifted a naked thigh up 
over him, spreading her legs and straddling him with her knees pressed close 
to his sides. Her ripe, well-tanned young tits swayed from side to side as 
she bent forward to hover her nakedly rounded asscheeks lovingly over him. 

She brushed her hungry cunt on his bare belly. Then, more anxiously, she 
rubbed the hair-lined lips sensuously up over his skin. She rocked and 
twisted her hips, pressing her cunt hard and leaving a warm wet trail with 
the flowing juices of her excitement. She lifted herself high, brought her 
hotly quivering pussy over his chest. Mac gripped the backs of her thighs 
and pulled her forward, raising his head and smashing his lips against the 
fragrant, softly furred mound up between her wide-spread lips. 

She wove her hips lasciviously from side to side, grinding them forward to 
press her flaxen blonde pussy-curls harder to his kiss. She reached down and 
locked her hands behind his head and held his face, almost suffocatingly to 
her cunt. Then, groaning aloud and holding herself high, back arched, she 
allowed her pussy to grind hungrily down against his mouth. 

Mac ran his tongue voraciously over her rapidly swelling cunt lips. With his 
face locked tight up between her whitely quivering thighs he tasted her 
sweet-smelling pussy and snaked his tongue-tip whip-like up into the 
mouth-like little orifice above. He slid his hands up her sides and clutched 
her full swaying breasts as Denise ground her pelvis slowly forward again 
until-the moment was complete and her cunt fully covered his openly 
devouring mouth. 

"Oh God, darling, lick my pussy Ike that ... lick it hot and good!" she 
hissed down at his fleece-surrounded face. 

The skin of his face felt tight and drawn when she moved away again, a low 
animal moan on her lips. She bent forward and kissed him, licking her cunt 
juices away from his lips and then his cheeks where the slippery trail 
gleamed wetly in the dim light of the room. She moved down his body 
slightly, her whitely curved buttocks hovering nakedly above his loins and 
reaching down through her open thighs for his cock, found it and angled it 
forward until it brushed the sensitive flanges of her saliva-moistened 
pussy. The golden hair of her head fell downward and brushed against his 
throat as lightly as fine silk. 

She hissed softly again and guided the passion-hardened head of his rod 
downward through the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks, shivering as 
the heavily swollen head slipped tantalizingly across the taut, sensitively 
exposed ring of her asshole. Then, spreading the soft, now hungrily 
pulsating cunt lips with her fingers, she held them wide to receive him. 
Now, twisting her ass cheeks around until she'd trapped his prick with her 
open cunt mouth she then worked the head between her fingers up into the 
impatiently waiting little hole up between her legs. Lowering her hips, she 
sank down onto the hard thick shaft, a long low cry of delight escaping her 
throat as the long turgid organ burrowed deep up into her voraciously 
engulfing vaginal passage. "Aaaahhhh," she moaned as he mashed her naked 
breasts in his hands, his fingers pulling hotly at her pinkly throbbing 
nipples. He flicked his hips upward between her widely straddling thighs so 
as to get more of his cock into the hotly clenching cunt. Then his hips were 
forced back down to the rug again as his wife completely settled her weight 
on him, engulfing his heavily throbbing hardness all the way up to his balls 
inside her. She fucked him wildly, abandonedly, completely losing herself in 
the wanton pleasures of his thick throbbing penis slithering in and out of 
her greedily absorbing belly as she rode up and down on his loins. "Oh fuck 
me, darling! It's so good, yesss, fuck me hard ... fuck me crazy!" 

Mac grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down against him, doubling her at 
the waist and smashing her nakedly dancing tits against his chest. He could 
feel the hard nipples pushing like two tiny pinpoints into his flesh. His 
mouth found hers and his tongue snaked voraciously into her throat, probing 
deeply as if to meet the upward skewering thrust of his lust-swollen penis 
from below. Her whitely rounded ass-cheeks waved high in the air behind her, 
writhing wildly from side to side as she squirmed and bucked wildly from ihe 
delicious impalement of her hotly accepting cunt from below.... 

Across the room, Gordon had eased his weight from Denise's sister's soft 
delicate body and lay now beside her on the sofa. Her hand stroked his thigh 
lovingly as they both watched, their turn now, while Denise straddled her 
husband and sank the softly pulsating lips of her pussy down onto his cock 
like a warm wet sleeve over an outstretched arm. Lucy could feel her young 
lover's pulse quicken, his breath growing faster and more erratic. Her 
fingertips relayed to her the reswelling of his virile young penis as it 
jerked spasmodically into full erection again. And she could see what he saw 
... the smooth rounded whiteness of her naked sister's hungrily grinding 
buttocks just a few feet away, twin soft white globes that closed and opened 
sensuously together as she mindlessly fucked them up and down on the heavily 
skewering rod burrowing up into her greedily welcoming belly. She was pulled 
down as far as possible against Mac's chest, and only her ass could be 
clearly seen, the symmetrical spheres lewdly writhing in the half darkness 
of the room. 

"Go ahead, baby," she whispered softly in his ear. "You can fuck my sister, 
too. I think she needs all she can get right now." 

Gordon turned his head as far as he could toward hers, "What do you mean?" 

"Oh, Gordon ... I've known you too long not to understand. It's all right 
with me. This is going to turn into an orgy, I suppose. Maybe it didn't 
start out that way, but that's the way it should be because we all love each 
other so much. Go on, fuck her from behind ... it's okay," she whispered, a 
lewd, impish little grin lining her lips. 

Gordon leapt from the sofa, drawn like a moth to a flame by the incredibly 
salacious sight of Lucy's older sister's naked, voluptuously curved ass 
writhing and squirming so invitingly around above Mac's loins. He half 
crawled, half leapt to a kneeling position behind the temptingly grinding 
half-moons, Lucy crawling close behind him. On the stereo, a raucously 
pounding hot rock seemed perfect for the moment. Its deafening blast filled 
the room and shot through their very bodies like rays of cosmic energy. 

"Get right up behind her ... straddle Mac's legs," urged Lucy in his ear. 
Denise hadn't heard them yet, or at least had made no sign of knowing they 
had moved from the sofa. "There, just spread my sister's beautiful 
ass-cheeks outward with your thumbs, honey, and it's all yours to fuck like 
I could see you wanted to do." 

Gordon hardly knew what he was doing, but he did as he was told, bleary 
still from the cakes but very much awake and eager. He took one smooth 
satiny cheek in each hand and spread them apart until he could see the 
whitely glistening shaft of Mac's cock fucking up into the tightly locked, 
curl-surrounded lips of Denise's openly spread cunt from below ... and above 
it, the tiny little puckered hole of her rhythmically working anus, brown 
and twitching hotly as she plunged her hips up and down crazily onto the 
wildly pulsating hardness. Denise jerked a little and stopped her rhythmic 
.panting for a moment at his touch, but made no effort to stop him ... was 
it his imagination, or did she deliberately relax her buttocks making the 
access to her asshole even easier for him? 

Lucy leaned close to her sister's bobbing head and whispered hotly into her 
ear, "Hold still for a moment, Denise. You're in for a real treat from 
behind!" 

She stopped for an instant. Mac's face was blank, uncomprehending as he 
failed to figure what was happening around behind his wife's hungrily 
grinding buttocks ... And then.... 

"Aaaaggghhh! Oooohh! Oh my God!" she grunted, suddenly aware now that 
another cock was probing at her naked backside and was worming up into her 
tiny, nakedly exposed anal passage like an eagerly tunneling snakehead. 

"Easy, sister dear," Lucy murmured, her beautiful young face just inches 
away from Denise's roundly stretching asshole as she held Gordon's virile 
young cock in her small hand, guiding it into the warm rubbery clasping 
depths beyond the virginal opening. 

"Oooh God, Lucy," her sister pleaded through her lust-clenched teeth. "I 
want it ... I want it ... but it'll split me!" 

"Just for a minute, darling, then it'll get better. It'll get better, I 
promise," Lucy intoned in her ear. "And I'll let Mac fuck me there 
afterwards." 

Denise gritted her teeth bravely together and summoned up all her courage 
for her answer. 

"Then yes ... do it, fuck it to me back there, Gordon, fuck it to me quick 
before I change my mind!" 

The clutching tightness of the snug, elastically clinging little passage 
around his aching prick and his girlfriend's sister's words of acquiescence, 
sent insane fermentations of lust charging through Gordon, and looking down 
at the enticing, nakedly spread buttocks and the head of his cock securely 
buried up between them, he lost all sense of control ... with one heavy, 
buttock flattening lunge, he rammed his desire-swollen rod all the way home! 

Denise grunted as though she had been impaled with a railroad tie. Again and 
again she cried out, squirming and writhing madly, trying vainly to adjust 
to the lust-driven invader sunk far up into her tiny overstretched rectum, 
but Gordon could not wait now. Savagely, he clung to her hips and began to 
fuck mercilessly into her, withdrawing and thrusting a little bit deeper 
each time. Little reddish folds of velvety flesh clung to his iron-hard 
shaft each time he reamed it up into her futilely resisting ass ... until at 
last, with one final ass-smacking flick of his pelvis, the entire length of 
his prick was entombed deep up inside the spongy depths of her rectal 
passage. And then, in strange lewdly sounding groans, she began to whimper 
masochistically and voluntarily grind her ass back and down onto the two 
solid cocks fucking so deep up into her. 

Denise was enraptured with the two beautiful, desire-hardened cocks that 
were lucking into her cunt and asshole at the same time ... she could feel 
them rubbing together lewdly inside her. It was unreal! Her husband and her 
sister's boyfriend both fucking her at once! 

"Ohhh, God, yes! I can feel both of your cocks ... fuck harder! Fuck harder! 
faster!" she begged them, goading them on in a whirlpool of cyclonic lust. 
"Oh God ... don't ever let it stop...." the hands gripping and clutching at 
her as if she were some lowly slut-slave. 

Then, she felt a lewdly tingling sensation from her breasts ... she opened 
her eyes ... it was Lucy, her sister! 

Lucy had taken one of the firm ripe nipples between her moist young lips and 
was tenderly tonguing it as it throbbed in time with the frantic rhythm of 
the two cocks pistoning in and out of the dually stretched little holes up 
between her legs! 

Her brain reeled ... nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of 
sublimal ecstasy about to explode inside her! 

"Now!" she cried. "Please ... both together! Cum in me! Fill me with your 
cum! Now, hurry! Ooooh Goddd!" 

Her cries of enchantment triggered Gordon who began to curse excitedly, and 
all of a sudden, Denise felt the hot boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep 
up into her greedily engulfing anus as the strength of her own orgasm seized 
her, and she could feel every contraction of his long huge cock jerking out 
its load of seething white cream, deep up into the confines of her bowels. 
Then, her husband fucking up into her vagina from below, grunted loudly and 
crushed his driving loins up and into the splendor of Denise's suddenly 
wildly convulsing cunt, as his long shaft began to spew thick streams of hot 
semen far up into the sanctuary of her hungrily milking belly. He looked 
down over the plane of his belly for a last glimpse ... a sudden warm 
pressure in his balls! It was Lucy, his wife's teenaged sister, crouched 
beside the three nakedly entertwined bodies, a wild gleam in her deep blue 
eyes, her hair tousled and flying in a dozen directions ... her hands, both 
of them cradled the two men's testicles, squeezing and milking them 
desperately as both of the men emptied their lusts into her ravished older 
sister's belly. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" cried the younger blonde. "Shoot it all up in her! All of 
it! All of your beautiful cum!" 

Denise gave one last bone-shivering shudder that wracked her naked body from 
head to toe; her head arched back nearly touching her spine, "Ahhhh...." 
Gordon's deflated prick slipped with a lewd wet plopping sound from the 
tight grip of her reluctantly releasing asshole and he fell back to the 
floor beside his girlfriend, all the strength drained from his body. Denise 
rolled from her husband, first lifting herself with her last ounce of energy 
to free his sperm-deflated cock from the still-hungrily nibbling lips of her 
insatiable pussy. 

Lucy was crouching on her hands and knees now, her firm young breasts 
jutting outward, her nipples pulsing as if they were two tiny hearts. The 
smoothly rounded curves of her naked young asscheeks waved salaciously 
around in the air of the passion-electrified room. 

"Oh God," she moaned, both hands clasped tightly back around the full white 
moons of her buttocks, spreading them wide so that the two twin holes of her 
cunt and rectum could be seen visibly throbbing and pulsating up between 
them. "Fuck me there, too! Please fuck me there too!" 

There was a momentary wait, and then three naked bodies crawled purposefully 
towards her ... a wild untamed glint of again-rising passion flickering 
lewdly in their eyes.... 


THE END
