A Helpless Woman
by Grant Roberts


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 tall, striking blonde wore a mock leopard-skin coat even though it was 
the middle of summer. She slunk through the deserted school yard like a 
wild, hungry cat, her green eyes darting from tree to tree, swing set to 
sand pile, in her desperate search for her quarry. But all was in vain; not 
a single young boy played alone in the grass, now growing green and lush 
without the daily trampling of hundreds of young feet. 

The blonde turned for one last look before exiting through the gate at the 
opposite end of the yard. A light sweat broke out on her forehead as she 
began to run down the street ... around the corner ... to the swimming pool. 
She hated to resort to the swimming pool; it was always too crowded, and 
usually too dangerous ... But hr long supple legs carried her lithely along, 
almost without effort, even though she wore high-heeled platform sandals. 

She wasn't even tiled when she reached her destination. She felt exhilarated 
and refreshed as she watched through the mesh fence, her fingers hooked 
through the steel wires like long tapered claws. There were eighteen, maybe 
twenty, handsome young boys who were diving, swimming, or lounging around 
the pool. Their youthful muscles rippled smoothly as they glided through the 
water in a friendly race. Their glistening bodies tensed in delicious 
concentration as they bounced and leaped off the springboard, challenging 
each other to greater and greater risks. And where they lay resting in the 
sun, alone or with teenage girlfriends, she could see the sun-slick texture 
of their healthy bronzed skin ... It was almost more than she could bear. 

It was getting urgent now. Her head was pounding and her throat was as dry 
as sandpaper. A strange trembling seized her curvaceous body, and she 
gripped even tighter on the chain-linked fence to support herself while she 
gazed at the dazzling young males. She couldn't go inside ... She had to 
wait for one to come out. 

JoAnn Douglas hunched her shoulders inside the confining fur coat. It was 
getting uncomfortable now, and it wouldn't be long before she had to take it 
off. God, if only one of those innocent young boys would come out of the 
pool area! Didn't they know how badly she needed them? How long she had 
searched for them all afternoon? If only they'd realize she wasn't going to 
hurt them! 

A young sensuous-looking boy was lying so close to the fence that the blonde 
thought she could reach down and touch him! Giving in to the irresistible 
urge, she knelt beside the fence and wiggled her fingers through the mesh. 
Her fingernails danced only inches away from his firm muscular thigh as she 
strained to shove her hand in farther. But suddenly he looked around, 
startled by the presence he sensed too near his body. At first he looked 
frightened, but then his expression changed to one of pure interest as JoAnn 
reached for the top button of her coat with her free hand. 

Slowly she twisted the leather button through its bound button-hole, 
allowing the fur to fall away slightly from her shimmering white neckline. 
And then she undid the next, warmly encouraged by the boy's frank gaze. She 
allowed her full red lips to turn up into a mysterious smile when she saw 
the youth's eyes widen. She knew he had seen the ripely swelling cleavage of 
her young breasts as just a hint of them protruded from her brassiere. 

And then the feline blonde curled her finger inside the fence in an alluring 
beckoning gesture. "Come outside," she mouthed, not allowing a sound to 
escape from her lips. The tall tanned youth nodded in innocent agreement and 
stood up to obey. JoAnn felt her warmly pulsing pussy begin to throb and 
ache all over as the first tiny droplets of excited moisture seeped into the 
crotch band of her skimpy panties. He was going to come outside! 

But then she heard the shrill whistles of perhaps a dozen other boys. They 
were staring unashamedly in JoAnn's direction, bringing a flush of mixed 
pride and embarrassment to her cheeks. God, they were so young and 
responsive, the way they all looked openly down the front of her coat! If 
only she could take them all ... hustle them off to a secluded place 
somewhere, where they could sit and watch her as she exposed her huge naked 
breasts and softly curling pussy lips to them. She closed her eyes and 
imagined the looks on their faces as they would watch her spread her legs 
apart and salaciously run her fingers over the soft silkiness of her thin 
white panties, pull them aside and press her cunt lips up tight together for 
them ... then spread them wide with her fingers so they could see the pinkly 
shining flesh up inside. 

There were too many, though. There were always too many at the swimming 
pool, and that was why the young wife couldn't bear to come here unless it 
was absolutely a last resort. There was too much danger that she would be 
recognized, or that the boys would tell someone and get her into trouble. 

If only she could control herself ... if only she could get over this lewd 
temptation to expose her breasts and naked pussy to young boys. She had been 
possessed of the obscene urge for years now, ever since that terrifying day 
when, as a teenager, she had been forced by her mother to strip for her 
step-father, who owned a nightclub. She had unwillingly performed the erotic 
dance her mother had taught her, clear up to the point where she was 
supposed to take off the spangled g-string. But terror had stricken her 
innocent young eyes when she saw her mother's husband ogling her lewdly, and 
she had frozen, stiffened completely right there on stage. She didn't 
remember anything that happened after that, but ever since that day she had 
been plagued by the licentious desire to expose herself to gentle young boys 
who couldn't hurt her, and she felt an inordinate fear of older men. 

When JoAnn opened her eyes again, the gorgeous young boy by the fence was 
gone. She looked around hopefully to see if he had come to meet her, but he 
was nowhere to be found. Squinting her eyes through the fence, she finally 
spotted him with a group of other teenagers, talking and puffing manfully on 
a cigarette. He had already forgotten her.... 

The young blonde was getting a headache, a familiar build-up of pressure 
from the blood rushing madly through her veins. There was only one way she 
knew of to cure it-the only way she'd ever been able to make it go away. 
God, she had to find a young boy-soon! She untangled her fingers from the 
swimming pool fence and crossed the street in the direction of the river. 
Sometimes twelve and thirteen year old boys went down there to fish or feed 
the ducks. There were tall cool trees on both banks where she could sit in 
secluded privacy and wait for whatever would come along. 

As she approached the river, she heard the excited voices of boys in the 
distance. Her heart began to beat faster as the voices got closer and 
closer. Finally, through the weeping willows that bordered the river she 
could see the source of the voices, two handsome youngsters playing on a 
home-made raft. They were splashing and paddling excitedly, their youthfully 
well-formed muscles straining against the pole that they pushed along the 
bottom. 

The lascivious anticipation crept over JoAnn's passion-starved body like a 
furry caterpillar. This was a perfect place, and these were the perfect 
boys. They couldn't have been more than thirteen, judging from the boyishly 
handsome faces and their eager involvement in their game. One was tall and 
thin, with straw-colored hair that hung around his face in an endearing 
thatch. The other was shorter, and probably younger. He wore only a pair of 
well-worn swim trunks, and JoAnn could see the outline of his youthful cock, 
that she was going to tease into full masculine erection. 

She stood under the peaceful shade tree, watching the boys play on their 
make-believe ship. They were pretending to be pirates, unscrupulous 
desperados who ruled the seas and called at port only to pick up wine and 
women. They had scheduled a stop in Singapore, which was right under the 
weeping willow where the blonde woman stood. She waited in anticipation as 
they slowly propelled their raft toward the bank, disappearing now and then 
behind clumps of bushes, but always appearing again closer and more 
magnificent than before. 

The tall blond boy, she learned from their calling each other names, was 
Matt; his young companion was Billy. Both were tanned and youthfully 
muscular, as she could see with their approaching proximity. Neither one 
wore a shirt, and their sleek hairless chests reminded JoAnn of agile young 
male animals, rippling with exuberant energy. They were almost in "port" 
now, guiding their water-logged platform into a group of cattails where it 
would stay without floating downstream. Both were just about to step into 
the knee-deep water on the riverbank, when Matt suddenly spotted the intent 
blonde woman watching them. 

"Hello, you big, mean pirates," JoAnn purred sensuously, seeming to 
disregard the startled look on the boy's handsome face. God, he was good 
looking. She felt as if she couldn't wait any longer! And the boys were so 
young and innocent, they couldn't possibly realize how much they turned her 
on. "Won't you come over here? I have something to show you." 

"I ... um ... No, thank you, Ma'am," the tall boy stammered. "I mean ... 
um...." It was hopeless. The poor teenager couldn't collect his thoughts. He 
looked to his friend for help, but Billy pretended to be too busy docking 
the raft to notice him. When he finally looked up, it was right into JoAnn 
Douglas's half-smiling face where she stood not three feet away. 

And then, both boys stood stiffly rooted in the silted bottom of the river 
bed, while the young blonde woman began to unbutton her coat! 

With agonizing slowness she poked one black button after another through 
their corresponding holes. The boys didn't know what to expect, but 
something in the woman's movements made them think it was some kind of 
strip-tease act. Her flaring hips seemed to be undulating under the sleek 
fur coat, sending shimmering highlights up and down the length of her body. 
And the deep crevice between her breasts was trembling with her rising 
breathing, as if she had nothing on but a bra. Matt and Billy looked at each 
other, and suddenly they both grinned. 

JoAnn knew she had them now. That was all she had been waiting for, some 
kind of cooperative sign from the boys. Their smiles told her they were 
ready ... they would allow her to use them in her perverted compulsive way, 
the way she had used so many young boys before them. 

Beckoning them alluringly with her forefinger, the young wife motioned them 
to follow her. Letting her coat swing open, she led her willing captives 
over to the shady willow tree, and cleared a place for them a few feet from 
the base of the tree. Then she swept away the twigs and small stones 
gathered around the trunk and roots of the tree, and sat down herself. 

"Sit down, Billy ... Matt," she said in a compelling voice, noticing how 
startled they were that she knew their first names. They obeyed without a 
word. 

"I want to show you something about women ... All you have to do is watch." 

Matt looked sideways at Billy, who was blushing helplessly. 

"There's no need to be ashamed," the older woman chided. "Nothing's going to 
happen to you ... Just sit still while I take off my coat." 

She wriggled back, arching so that her breasts were thrust proudly forward, 
like two firm pyramids, as she slipped her arms out of her coat. She smiled 
inwardly as both boys gasped involuntarily. The voluptuous blonde was 
wearing nothing but a lacy brassiere and a skimpy pair of silken bikini 
panties! 

"Holy shit!" Matt whispered to his companion. "Look at those tits!" He 
didn't know or care that JoAnn probably heard him. He was so struck by the 
lewdly smiling older woman, that he completely forgot his manners. His 
restless young cock swelled up like a small hardened spear inside his jeans, 
and he wondered briefly if the woman was going to ... well, do something to 
it. 

Both boys tensed visibly when JoAnn reached both hands behind her back, 
thrusting the captive mounds of her breasts even farther forward then 
before. Her curvaceous young body twisted alluringly as she fumbled with the 
tiny hooks of her bra. Then she leaned forward slightly, shaking the thin 
straps off her shoulders and down her arms, suddenly revealing the 
lusciously swelling flesh of her naked white breasts. 

This time it was Billy who exclaimed in awe to Matt: "Shit, she's stacked!" 
In his young life he'd only seen tits like those in magazines at school or 
up into his tree house. He hadn't ever considered the idea that they might 
really exist in true life, the girls he knew were flat by comparison. 

"Now, watch closely, boys," the blonde exhibitionist instructed. She began 
to knead and squeeze her exposed breasts together, pinching her tiny 
bud-like nipples into erect hardness, tracing tiny aching circles around the 
dark areolas. Thank God, her headache was finally beginning to disappear. 
Soon it would be all gone. 

Warm droplets of lust-secretions began to seep into the already 
passion-soaked silk of her panties, a signal that any minute she would be 
released from the nervous compulsion that had seized her. She moaned in 
lascivious excitement and still in the sitting position, she leaned back and 
spread her legs as she allowed her hand to drop to her vaginal mound. 

Matt's and Billy's eyes bulged as they followed her hand as if they were 
tied to it. The whole scene was like something out of hot, wet dream ... the 
lushly ripened older woman spread-eagled on the grass, her full naked 
breasts rising from her panting chest, her knees up, her long, shapely legs 
spread wide apart, so the boys could see the wisps of blonde pubic hair, 
curling out from beneath the tight elastic legbands of her slinky panties. 

"Shit, man...." Matt breathed. "She's gonna ... finger fuck herself in front 
of us!" Billy nodded dazedly, feeling his virile young cock pounding inside 
his swim trunks. 

JoAnn caressed the soft silk-encased mound with light circling strokes as 
she felt surge after surge of forbidden excitement shoot through her like 
sudden jolts of electricity. Images of the bare-chested young boys whirled 
crazily around in her tormented mind. God, how desperately she had wanted to 
do this! 

Her hips began a slow up and down undulating motion in an even hypnotic 
rhythm as the lightly massaging fingers of her hand tickled over the rapidly 
moistening silken crotchband of her panties. She watched ecstatically as the 
two boys followed her every movement with the rapt intensity of their widely 
bulging eyes. 

Their expressions were tortured by the sight of her sheer white panties, 
just as so many older men had been tortured by it before, in the smoky 
stage-lights of her step-father's nightclub where she had been made to work 
after her exhibition for him. But these boys were young, gloriously 
innocent, imminently trusting, frankly admiring. Their widened eyes, almost 
black with their dilated pupils, were trained unashamedly on the young 
woman's lust inspiring bikini panties. 

She moaned aloud as she felt the moisture from her throbbing young cunt 
begin to seep faster and faster into the tightly clinging web of silk until 
she could actually feel a thin stream running down her vaginal furrow and 
into her quivering anal crevice. She couldn't delay any further ... The 
timing was too perfect. In a swift motion, her fingers slipped beneath the 
resilient elastic crotchband and pulled it to one side, revealing the golden 
hair-covered mound of her wetly glistening pussy. 

JoAnn looked directly into the young boys' faces, not wanting to miss even a 
second of their unabashed stares. Matt's mouth was open, his cheeks flushed, 
as his hands grabbed automatically for his penis, which was throbbing 
painfully against his jeans zipper. The younger boy was blinking rapidly in 
disbelief, looking first at the blonde woman's slickly trembling cunt and 
then down to his own pounding member, which threatened to pop right out of 
his loose swim trunks. He tried to rearrange his legs to hide his 
too-obvious hard-on, but the woman's glazed eyes told him his efforts were 
in vain. 

"Shit!" the boy exclaimed finally, turning to his older blond buddy, "Take a 
look at her cunt!" 

"Yeah," Matt whispered urgently, "I wonder if she's gonna let us ... you 
know ... stick it up there...." 

As if in answer to his whispered question, JoAnn extended the middle finger 
of her left hand in an exaggerated lewd gesture, poising it just above the 
nakedly exposed slit of her pussy. Then, she slowly and carefully descended 
toward the wetly glistening little cuntal opening, partially framed by the 
filmy white of her panties that were pulled aside. Her eagerly trembling 
body was motionless until her finger tip made a sudden contact with her 
hotly pulsating vaginal furrow. For a long moment she quivered like a 
bowstring, then she could stand it no longer. Slowly she inserted her finger 
into the warm wet flesh of her pussy lips. 

"Ooooohhh," she breathed in relief. 

"Wow!" Billy said aloud. His cock was rock-hard in the worn-out swim trunks, 
and it was standing straight up under the fabric. A light sweat broke out on 
his forehead. "Jesus Fucking Christ, Matt, will ya look at that!" 

"God, I don't believe it," the blond boy rejoined. This weird older woman 
stretched out under the willow tree, deliberately exposing herself to 
himself and Billy ... and right by the river, where anybody might be walking 
on a summer afternoon. The way her hips were gyrating like a machine up and 
down on her finger, it looked like her hotly nibbling little cunt mouth was 
going to swallow up her whole hand! It was all too much ... too, too much. 

Tiny tingling sensations streamed through JoAnn's shamelessly aroused body 
as her fingers slid in and out of her passion-dampened cuntal slit. Jerking 
the elastic legband of her panties even farther to the right, she pushed the 
relentlessly probing middle finger of her left hand even deeper up into the 
tight wetness of her openly displayed vaginal lips. She used her other 
fingers to part the soft wet curls of her sparse, golden pubic hair framing 
the small pink pussy opening. She finally was able to thrust her finger all 
the way up to the hilt into the slippery warmth. 

"Shit, I can't take it," Matt decided Suddenly, unzipping his fly opening 
and letting his jerking young cock spring free. He held it in one hand and 
spoke to the strange erotic young woman. 

"You want me to put this in there? My cock's a lot bigger'n your finger...." 

But JoAnn just shook her head mildly, not even opening her eyes to look at 
the boy. That wasn't what she wanted ... it wasn't ever what she wanted. All 
she needed was their appreciation, their attention, as they sat in willing 
audience to her perverted exhibitionism. It was enough to know she excited 
them-tormented them-with her lewd forbidden exposure, as she finger fucked 
herself to cumming to relieve the compulsion that seized her. 

Her finger began slowly fucking in and out of her hotly absorbing cunt. 
Though she kept her eyes clenched shut, the very thought of the two aroused 
young boys watching her drove her into a wild state of narcissistic lust. 
Her trembling legs suddenly kicked out, her naked heels digging fiercely 
into the ground beneath, as though to brace her body. 

Matt sat a few feet away, fighting internally against the urge to jump right 
on top of her and cum all over her silky white panties or soft titties. His 
stiff young penis was pulsing against his hand, and he dared not move it in 
case he shot his wad right into the air. His whole body sweated with the 
crazy excitement of it all. He turned briefly to look at young Billy Reed. 

"You wanna...?" he asked hesitantly, not sure himself what he was trying to 
say. 

"You mean...." the younger boy filled in, "fuck her? You know damn well I 
do." 

JoAnn's ears tingled with their boyish lewdness. The fires of her 
self-encouraged lust were scorching her passion-inflamed body now. Her full 
red lips bared back over her teeth and her hips undulated almost violently 
as she arched up her back so that her hotly palpitating pussy lips could 
devour even more of her extended middle finger. Any minute she was going to 
cum. She could feel every tautly tensing muscle in her contorting body 
straining toward the nerve-shattering climax that would finally release her 
from the lewd racing tension. 

With her right hand she grasped the silken crotchband of her lust-drenched 
panties, caressing and squeezing it as she fucked her left middle finger 
wantonly in and out of her tightly devouring little cunt hole. Her 
voluptuous breasts swayed with the heavy gasps and moans that hissed from 
between her lips. Her head began to thrash from side to side against the 
tree trunk, throwing her long blonde hair wildly around her shoulders. The 
veins in her neck stood out like velvet-covered steel tendons as her body 
strained and writhed insanely. 

And then she suddenly became aware of the insistent pressure of youthful 
fingers on either side of her head. She opened her eyes for a fraction of a 
second, to see Billy Reed's exposed little boyish penis, pointing straight 
at her from its base in his faded red swim trunks! She jerked her head 
violently away, trying to free it from the young boy's grip, but he twisted 
his fingers in her hair and halted her motion. 

"Please, lady...." he begged politely. "Just let me put it in your mouth ... 
just for a second! I promise, just for a second...." 

JoAnn was about to protest ... This wasn't the way it was supposed to 
happen. The boys were supposed to just sit there, and watch her naked 
breasts and her fingers slithering wetly around up inside her openly spread 
pussy. But something about the slender young penis, presented rock-hard and 
throbbing to her full red lips, made her yearn uncontrollably for the taste 
of it in her mouth. Almost unconsciously, she pursed her full, red lips and 
ovaled them wide to admit the adolescent rod of hardened male flesh into her 
warmly enveloping mouth. 

The sudden feel of his mushroom-shaped cock-head making contact with her 
tongue sent feverish shivers of abandon through her whole quaking body. Her 
hand twisted and turned between her legs, her hips bobbing lewdly and her 
flexing buttocks slapping against the grass. Suddenly the middle finger of 
her left hand was no longer enough. She groped in front of her, searching 
for the other young penis that she fully expected to be there. 

The other youngster hadn't let her down. He was kneeling right beside her, 
guiding his lust-hardened cock toward the convulsing slit exposed by the 
stretched-aside legband of the skimpy panties. JoAnn couldn't see him 
because of Billy's eagerly rocking body obscuring her face, but she felt the 
radiating warmth of his loins as he lowered himself onto her silk-covered 
vaginal mound. Oh God, it was delicious! So pure and unexpected! 

But unwanted pangs of guilt suddenly assailed her consciousness. It wasn't 
for the young boys that she worried; it was for her good and unsuspecting 
husband, Jerry. He had never known about her strange obsession with 
adolescent males, he had never suspected anything about her frequent 
afternoon trips to the playground, the school yard, the parks and the 
swimming pools ... He was unaware of her need to tear open her coat and show 
off the voluptuous young nakedness up between her thighs to innocent boys. 
But before she had consoled herself that she never did anything to the 
teenagers, other than excite them with her body. She'd never actually 
allowed a boy to touch her before ... the way young Matt was doing with the 
excitedly throbbing head of his penis against her warmly pulsing pussy. 

The sudden pressure of his thickened young cock suddenly sinking up into her 
slipperily waiting cunt made her sigh around Billy's heavily thrusting rod 
in her mouth. The extra width of Matt's intrusive organ was excruciating in 
comparison with her own slender fingers. JoAnn felt as if she could almost 
cum right then, the probing penis felt so fantastic sheathed in her moistly 
throbbing vagina. She had to control herself as Matt began to slowly fuck in 
and out with demanding instinctive movements. 

The young boy was overcome with ecstatic wonder as the image of the three 
lewdly joined bodies impressed itself on his mind. Looking down, he could 
watch the full proud length of his cock disappearing into the warmly hidden 
depths of her cunt, just behind the stretching silk of her panties. Looking 
up in front of him, he could see the back of his buddy's red swim trunks, 
framed by the older woman's wild blonde mane. It was all so incredible, so 
totally unimaginable-he was ready to cum before he knew it. 

Billy had not forgotten his promise to withdraw after a second of delicious 
wet enclosure in her mouth. He had acquiescently begun to pull his painfully 
enlarged young hardness from between her now greedily clasping lips when she 
clamped down on him hard, sucking his full length like a vacuum straight in 
to the back of her throat. The boy lurched forward in surprise, almost 
losing his balance where he knelt straddling her nakedly upthrust breasts. 
His ass-cheeks ground into the full white mounds, and the feel of the 
unfamiliar ripe lushness of her woman's breasts sent a convulsion of 
forbidden ecstasy careening through his body. His tight young balls felt as 
if they were about to explode as they slapped against the hungrily sucking 
older woman's chin. 

JoAnn was beside herself in writhing thrashing pleasure. A long frenzied 
moan of sheer abandon rumbled around Billy's pounding cock as her whole body 
worked frantically toward orgasm. She sucked lewdly with her long wet tongue 
on the penis filling her mouth, and she ground her lust-incited loins 
frenziedly up against the one fucking her cunt with the involuntarily 
contracting muscles of her vaginal walls. Suddenly her legs jerked up and 
out, almost bucking the one named Matt from up between her thighs. Her 
pelvis swung violently upward as her feet thudded hard on the ground. She 
could feel herself beginning to cum! 

In a split second, like lava suddenly released from a long-dormant volcano, 
hot thick streams of cum emptied from her loins. It flowed around the 
thrusting flesh of Matt's cock, searing it so suddenly that the boy began to 
cum without realizing it. His penis jerked spasmodically, shooting 
needle-thin spurts of male cum into the welcoming pool of female cum that 
filled her entire pleasure-wracked cunt. He pumped it out furiously into her 
from above, feeling the monumental release of the pressure in his churning 
young testicles. 

JoAnn twitched and thrashed in uncontrollable convulsions as deep agonized 
moans of obscene abandon poured around Billy's straining penis. Her hotly 
raging cum, now mixed with the semen from Matt's jetting cock, spewed over 
her smoothly flexing thighs in a seemingly never-ending wave of ecstatic 
fulfillment. 

The younger boy standing above her was unmistakably shaken by the quaking 
and thrashing of the two bodies below him. His balls, which had been aching 
for so long now, suddenly gave way, and almost instantly he poured forth his 
fresh teenage cum spraying out like a hot waterfall over her tonsils and 
down her greedily drinking throat. 

"Aaaaaggghhh!" he cried as the tumultuous torrents of sperm raced madly 
through the jerking tube of his cock into the blonde seductress's mouth. 
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 

He kept up his excited pumping for long moments after the other boy had 
emptied his last into her overflowing pussy. JoAnn swallowed frantically, 
trying to keep up with his copious young offering. She had never realized 
there could be so much cum stored in the small, walnut size testicles of a 
boy so young. 

The fresh youthful taste of his hotly gushing semen triggered twitches of 
aftershocks in her still orgasmically throbbing cunt, as she closed her 
thighs on Matt's slowly deflating young hardness to keep it from slipping 
out from between the curl-fringed lips of her pussy. 

Finally, Billy's cock flexed one last time before he collapsed in exhaustion 
next to the blonde woman against the tree. He breathed deeply to recover his 
strength, not even pausing to ponder the enormity of the act he'd just taken 
part in. But the full importance of their lust-driven impropriety was not 
lost on his older friend, who rolled off the woman's legs to gaze at her 
again. 

"What's your name, anyway?" he asked ungraciously, as the tight elastic 
legband of her panties snapped back over her cum-matted pubic hairs, as soon 
as he pulled out. 

"That's a secret," she answered mysteriously. "If I tell you, I won't be 
able to come back, ever again." 

"Well how do we know you'd come back anyway?" Matt challenged, too taunted 
with curiosity to act like the gentleman he usually was. 

"That's something you have to take on faith," JoAnn said with finality, 
becoming a little annoyed with herself. Her headache was gone now and the 
nervous twitching had subsided; she had known they would, as soon as she had 
acted out her little perversion. But something else was gnawing inside her 
something unsettling and troublesome. Today she had acted as she never had 
before. She had taken these youngsters' virile young cocks and she had 
fucked and sucked them to orgasm in her treacherously welcoming cunt and 
mouth. What if next time, when the familiar blood-pounding headache 
returned-what if next time it wouldn't go away with exhibitionistic 
fingering of her naked vagina? What if she was going to need the warm 
satisfaction of hard young cocks in her mouth and in her pussy, before she 
could relieve the compulsive shudders of her overly excited body. She felt 
the frightening sensation of being addicted-being hooked inexorably on this 
strange perverted sexual obsession to strip herself naked before tender 
young boys.... 

She shook off the alarming fears with a new resolve: to get rid of this 
shameful compulsion if it was the last thing she ever did. She reached for 
her brassiere without even looking at the boys. Then she stood up to 
retrieve her coat which was spread out beneath her. She buttoned it up over 
her embarrassing underwear and slipped back into her platform sandals. Then 
and only then did she dare to look at the inquisitive youths still sitting 
on the ground below her. 

"Can you boys keep a secret?" she asked, still a little unsure of herself. 
"Because if you can't, remember I know your names...." she added with a 
warning tone in her voice. 

"Yeah, we can," Billy agreed immediately, still awed by the magnitude of the 
voluptuous young woman's strange actions. 

His more experienced friend was a little less convinced, but he nodded 
finally, sensing the woman meant business. She didn't even answer them as 
she turned and walked back the same way she had come. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jerry Douglas swung the silver Porsche into the driveway of his rambling 
suburban home. He was noticeably excited and he couldn't wait to tell JoAnn 
the good news. He hoped she'd be home, even though he was a little early 
this afternoon. He climbed out of the car and raced up the front steps, 
taking them two at a time. 

He tried the front doorknob-open! She was home! 

"JoAnn!" he called, the minute he stepped in the entry. "JoAnn, guess what, 
darling...!" 

God, he's home early, the worried young wife thought as she heard him call 
out. If he'd been fifteen minutes earlier, I wouldn't have even been here 
... and maybe he'd have found out I had almost nothing on under my coat! The 
idea that she'd been so close to discovery set her heart trembling and her 
brain into even firmer conviction than before. She had to get rid of these 
awful urges! After all Jerry had done for her, it was the least she could do 
for him. 

She remembered when she'd first met him, as a frightened girl of sixteen, 
being forced to perform illegally in her step-father's strip club. He'd been 
a young talent scout then, and he'd told her back stage that he could get 
her into some respectable clubs, where she could dance without stripping, 
and even sing if she wanted to learn. She remembered her excitement about 
Jerry's offer, and how she'd raced into her step-father's office to get his 
permission. 

JoAnn's face clouded when she thought of her guardian's vicious and cruel 
reaction. He had literally thrown young Jerry Douglas out of the club, and 
threatened to have him arrested if he ever came back. And he'd beaten JoAnn 
so harshly that she hadn't been able to perform for a week. After that he 
had her doing two shows a night, stripping down to her skimpy spangled 
panties for hundreds of lewd, leering old lechers in the seedy nightclub he 
owned out near the docks. 

JoAnn had complied with the wicked man's insane demands until her eighteenth 
birthday, and no longer. On that day she ran away, with $40.00 and the 
clothes on her back, straight to the booking agency where Jerry Douglas had 
worked. She'd been deeply disappointed and suddenly frightened to find out 
that her imagined savior didn't work there any more. For the first time she 
had realized how much she had pinned her dreams on him these twenty months 
while she'd been saving and planning to run to him. But her heart was 
uplifted when he told her he had an agency of his own now, and gave her 
directions to get there. 

She had splurged and taken a taxi there, so anxious was she to meet him 
again. A warm glow suffused her cheeks when she thought about his kind and 
generous reception. 

Jerry had only been in business a few months, and his agency had not yet 
started to bring in much money, when the frightened teenage stripper had 
shown up at the office. He hadn't any openings for her, but he had let her 
work in the booking office as a secretarial assistant. She'd been eager and 
efficient, and one day, not too long after she had come, he took her aside. 

"JoAnn," he had said, "tell me the truth ... You don't really want to be a 
performer, do you?" 

JoAnn had been too nervous to answer, for fear he'd dismiss her if she 
admitted she didn't. She'd made up some noncommittal answer, hoping he 
wouldn't suspect the real truth. 

"Because ... darling...." Jerry had replied, "I don't want you to go on 
stage ... I want you all to myself, at home, as my wife!" 

His proposal had almost knocked her out, it was so sudden and unexpected. 
She remembered feeling a slight guilt pang at his words, "all to myself" 
because even then, she was succumbing regularly to the strange compulsion to 
strip herself naked in front of young boys. But he had whisked her off to 
Las Vegas and married her the next day. Then they had spent a whole month in 
New York, on a glorious spur-of-the-moment honeymoon. It had turned out to 
be the big break in Jerry's career, for it was there that he had booked his 
first big new York performers for their West Coast debuts. He had made 
thousands on that lucky timing, and from then on, things had been looking 
up. 

For the last six years, Jerry and JoAnn had lived comfortably in their Van 
Nuys home, Jerry commuting to his office in Los Angeles, and JoAnn overjoyed 
with her role as a housewife. As far as any observer was concerned, theirs 
was an ideal marriage, unmarred by any continuing problems. But always, 
JoAnn secretly knew, there was that horrible private obsession.... 

She tripped lightly down the stairs and through the living room to greet her 
glowing husband. She hoped the guilt of her recent transgression wasn't 
written all over her face; whatever it was he was so excited about, she 
didn't want to spoil it with her awful perversion. 

"Hello, darling!" she shouted as he ran up to her. 

"Oh, baby!" he laughed, catching her around the waist. "Guess who I've 
booked for a whole West Coast tour this fall!" 

JoAnn shook her head, smiling with his contagious exuberance. 

"Danny Cochran!" 

His wife was a little embarrassed that she couldn't place the name. She was 
sure she had heard it before, but she thought it was in connection with the 
syndicate in Las Vegas. Certainly her husband wouldn't get them involved in 
anything so dangerous and illegal as a member of organized crime! 

"Danny Cochran, baby! Didn't you hear me? This time we're going to really 
make it big! We've been trying to get him for over a year, ever since he 
made that big hit in the east. We've got exclusive rights on every 
performance he makes from August through December!" 

"I-I can't remember who he is, dear," the embarrassed young wife admitted, 
"but I'm sure it'll be a great success, if you're so happy about it." She 
was afraid she didn't sound very encouraging, but she definitely remembered 
now that Danny Cochran was the name of somebody who had been an informer in 
a Las Vegas trial when they were there last. If he was still alive now, it 
meant he must have reopened connections with the underworld. 

"Oh, baby ... Danny Cochran is that singer who was arrested in Las Vegas! 
Remember? We read about it in all the Nevada papers ... He got immunity in 
the trial and he'd back on the concert circuit again, thanks to the devoted 
efforts of his new LA promoter ... Jerry Douglas!" The proud husband laughed 
heartily, trying to get his wife to stop worrying. 

JoAnn seemed to be doing a lot of worrying lately, he thought seriously. If 
he didn't know her better, he'd have thought she was having an affair. If 
she was, it wouldn't be the first time a beautiful young wife had cheated on 
a husband who worked long and often irregular hours. Still, it sometimes 
really bothered him, because he depended on her so often to help him with 
his clients, give her opinion of new acts, or even reserve clubs or halls 
when his assistants got bogged down. What if sometime she was out with 
another man, when he needed her help desperately? And what would happen to 
his business if people started seeing his wife traipsing around with other 
men? 

And that was not to mention the deep anguish it would cause him personally. 
JoAnn seemed to be his good-luck charm, his partner and encouragement in 
everything he did. She was much younger than he, but her maturity more than 
made up the gap in years. She was always there to comfort him and urge him 
on when things looked bad, and she was irrepressibly happy when things were 
going good. That's what was so strange about tonight. He'd expected her to 
be delirious with joy at his latest success, but she looked almost fearful! 

"JoAnn, what's wrong? ... I've booked Danny Cochran and you look as if I've 
lost my job! 

"It's not that," she said disconsolately. "It's just that I thought he was 
in the syndicate ... you know, maybe we could get into trouble." 

"Baby, don't worry! Do you think if he had any connection with the syndicate 
they'd let him list with an outside agent like me? Don't be silly. He's a 
very nice man; I've talked to him a lot on the phone. If there was anything 
going on, the FBI would be down on him in seconds." Christ, she was getting 
difficult lately. In all the six years of their marriage he thought he had 
never seen her so jittery as she had been this summer. He turned away with 
an irked expression and went up to the bedroom to change. 

He couldn't pinpoint what it was that was bothering him about JoAnn. Women 
he'd known before his marriage never got tense like that unless it was 
something involving sex, and that invariably meant having some kind of 
affair. But she could be sure, well, reasonably sure that she wasn't having 
an affair. All the tell-tale signs were missing. She didn't have too many 
"Beauty appointments" and she was never away during the night. She hadn't 
been to seen with strange escorts at any restaurants or dance clubs ... 
There was just no way she could be seeing another man! His neighbors would 
surely have told him if unfamiliar cars were parked outside while he was at 
work, or if JoAnn ever seemed nervous when the stopped by during the day. 
No, it just didn't add up to his wife having an affair." 

There must be some other reason for JoAnn's recent happiness. Maybe her 
stepfather was hounding her for money. That had happened once before, when 
they'd first been married, but Jerry had been firm and thrown the man out. 
And now he needed JoAnn's help, because he had to be gone Thursday, and that 
was when Danny Cochran was supposed to arrive at the airport. Wearily he 
hung up his suit jacket and slipped on his quilted dressing gown. He 
realized, as he customarily did, that there was nothing to be gained by 
worrying about things he couldn't change. It was something his wife would 
have to work out alone, if she didn't want to talk to him about it. 

She was in the dining room now, fixing drinks for herself and her husband. 
She always got repentant when she felt guilty about something. Probably she 
was regretting her lack of enthusiasm for his new client, he mused. It 
didn't seem to be that gross an error, though, not like the time she had 
smashed up the fender on the old car, or when she had run up that colossal 
long-distance telephone bill a few months ago. 

Now, there was something Jerry hadn't thought of. Who was his wife talking 
to long distance for so many hours? She had said it was a school friend in 
San Francisco ... but why hadn't she called her since? Of course, Jerry had 
made her promise not to, but ... Well, it was only a remote possibility. 

"Darling, I'm sorry I didn't get excited about that singer," she whispered, 
handing him a Scotch on the rocks. "I just don't know what got into me ... 
I'm sure you always do the right thing...." 

"That's okay...." So it was his representing Danny Cochran she was upset 
about after all! It sure was a tiny thing to get all upset about. But JoAnn 
was like that, he reminded himself. She'd always had the tendency to get 
over-emotional about things, and that was one of the things that attracted 
him to her in the first place. And he could well see the cause of her 
irrational apprehensions in that crude step-father of hers. Hell, any woman 
brought up in that kind of atmosphere was bound to come out with some kind 
of problems ... JoAnn was actually lucky that hers were so insignificant! 

"Listen, baby ... I know you'll think this is inappropriate, but I wonder if 
you'd do something for me...." Jerry began tentatively, testing her 
reaction. 

"Sure, darling ... What is it?" She was only too happy to be given the 
chance to do something that would ease the horrible guilt pangs she'd been 
feeling this afternoon and prove that she honestly loved her husband 
regardless of her compulsion to finger herself in front of children. And she 
had felt that she had hurt him, too, by putting a damper on his newest 
project, although that certainly wasn't a major transgression. If she could 
work things out right, he would never have to know about the thing that was 
really bothering her. 

"Well, Danny Cochran is coming in Thursday afternoon from Chicago. I'll be 
in Portland until Friday morning, so I wonder if you could pick him up at 
the airport...." He paused and looked at JoAnn, who was nodding silently. 
"I've got him a room at the Sheraton, and I've got dinner reservations for 
four at the office. So you can take a couple of friends with you-let them 
meet the man who's going to be the biggest hit since...." 

"That sounds like fun!" JoAnn said enthusiastically. She still got a kick 
out of doing public relations work for her husband, just as if she was still 
a little girl mooning over handsome actors. If she remembered correctly, 
Danny Cochran was a really handsome young man, closer to her own age than to 
her husband's. 

"That's wonderful, honey. I knew I could count on you!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

JoAnn Douglas was always a little excited when her husband was out of town, 
because it meant that she got to drive around in his shiny new Porsche. She 
always got a thrill, when she'd be gliding down the freeway-maybe a tiny bit 
faster than the permissible 55 m.p.h.-and heads would turn as the drivers 
and passengers in all the other cars watched admiringly as the beautiful 
blonde zipped by in the fancy sports car. She deliberately left an hour 
earlier than she needed to in order to meet Danny Cochran's flight, giving 
herself plenty of time to drive around in the sexy car. 

She didn't go straight to the freeway; she had to take a little turn around 
town, first. She drove down past the river, where just the other day she had 
so wantonly exposed herself to those two innocent boys. Involuntarily she 
blushed with the sudden remembrance of that afternoon, when the terrible 
trembling had seized her and she had gone frantically searching for sweet 
young boys who could appreciate her body as it should be appreciated. 

God, that had been a close call, she thought uncomfortably. She had just 
barely made it home in time to meet her husband as he got in from work. If 
it hadn't been for the fact that ... oh, God! ... that she'd let the little 
boys fuck her and cum in her mouth and vagina, she would have been home much 
earlier. 

Before she could stop them, JoAnn's eyes instinctively began to comb the 
riverbanks for any hint of youthful masculine movement. Oh, stop! she 
scolded herself. You've promised to give that up! She tried to train her 
eyes on the road, but it was no use. The car was slowing down, as if of its 
own accord, giving her plenty of time to search the area with her practiced 
eyes. She sighed, half in relief but also half in despair, when she 
ascertained that no one was playing on the river today. She'd have to look 
somewhere else. 

No you don't have to look anywhere else! the insistent voice inside her 
protested. You're on business, for one thing, and you made a solemn vow to 
get over that urge! But the other, stronger voice of her irrational being 
began to taunt her wickedly. 

Come on, You've got an hour to kill ... you know how much it means to you to 
see the look in their eyes.... 

JoAnn's tormented brain was torn violently between her resolution and the 
overpowering temptation to give in just one more time. It couldn't do any 
harm, really. She was sure she wouldn't let another youngster touch her or 
anything like she had the other afternoon. And she hadn't really planned to 
do anything particular this afternoon; she'd only left early to get the 
thrill of driving around in Jerry's car. 

She swallowed nervously, feeling her throat go dry. The car was beginning to 
feel confining, like the fur coat she so often wore. The blood rushed loudly 
in her ears as just the first hint of the old familiar headache reappeared 
just at her temples. God, she was actually going to go through with it. 

The tortured blonde lowered her shoulders behind the wheel and leaned her 
head forward to get the best vantage point. She felt the hot moisture begin 
to seep between her legs, and she clamped her knees together automatically 
to try to relieve the pressure that was growing there. 

She was passing the swimming pool now, but she knew there wasn't enough time 
to spend there, gazing at all the enticing male bodies that she would be 
unable to lure away. The school! 

She hadn't looked by the school! 

The lewd trembling had returned to the young wife's head and torso. She 
gripped the steering wheel tightly to try to still the jitters running up 
and down her spine', and finally she thought she would have to stop the car. 
Pulling over to the curb of a side street between the school yard and the 
ball park, JoAnne stepped out of the driver's seat and began to scan the 
grassy fields on either side of her. Nothing ... not a single movement in 
any direction. Where had all the kids gone today, when she didn't have much 
time to look for them? 

But then her narrowly squinting eyes detected two youthful forms approaching 
more than a block away. She waited only until she could see for sure that 
they were both male, and then she jumped back into the car and frantically 
began to unbutton her sheer summer blouse. Damn it all, why had she decided 
to wear pants to meet that entertainer? It was so difficult to wriggle them 
off quickly and safely. But she knew inside why she had chosen the tight 
off-white hip-huggers. It was because they showed off the alluring turn of 
her firm, round buttocks, and she had hoped the singer would be impressed. 
Maybe it would have impressed the nearing teenagers, too, but she didn't 
have time to find out. She pulled her feet out of her pants legs so only her 
silken panties lay between her quivering loins and the outside world. 

The boys were so close now she could hear their footsteps. It sounded like 
they were wearing tennis shoes-maybe they were athletes! Teenage athletes 
were one of her favorite quests, their bodies were so trim and well-formed 
and their minds were pure and unlecherous. JoAnn turned her head around 
surreptitiously to try to get a good look at them before she sprang on them 
in her semi-nakedness. 

They were both of medium height, though one seemed to be a bit chunkier than 
the other. The chunky one had a round charming baby face, with just the 
slightest hint of a moustache fuzzing over his upper lip. The other boy had 
dark, longish hair and intense black eyes, like a trusting young colt. They 
were just perfect! 

JoAnn inched open the car door, and pushed her bare foot half way across the 
sidewalk as if she was trying to trip them as they went by. They both 
stopped suddenly at the same time, stepping on the grass to avoid her 
slender ankle. 

At that moment, JoAnn thrust open the car door, to reveal herself in her 
open-front blouse and skimpy bikini panties. 

"Boys...." she said erotically, "sit down, I have something to show you...." 

Like two marionettes on the same string the two teenagers crumpled into the 
grass, their amazed eyes glued to the voluptuous blonde oozing out of the 
expensive Porsche. She was stripping off her blouse, almost in broad 
daylight as she leaned out from the seat of the car, allowing the boys to 
get a good look at the deep, provocative cleavage between her huge quivering 
breasts. It almost looked as if they'd pop right out of her scanty 
brassiere, the way the mounds of flesh protruded over the top. 

JoAnn straightened up again and arched her back so they could see how large 
and firm they were before she took off her bra. Their avid interest was 
already causing demanding, uncontrollable twitches inside her warmly 
churning cunt, and she could feel the creamy lust secretions dampening the 
silken crotchband of her tiny panties. It wouldn't be long now before she 
experienced that delicious moment of illicit release before their youthfully 
attentive eyes. 

As her bra slipped away revealing the turgid buds of her erect pink nipples, 
JoAnn heard the audible sighs emerging from the boys' bellies. She looked 
directly into their innocently exposed crotch areas, and half-smiled in 
satisfaction at the growing bulges there. This was what she wanted, this was 
the way it always had to happen. 

Now she delicately pulled at the legband of her thin white panties, drawing 
it slowly to one side until she knew the youths could see her palpitating 
pussy lips just over the edge of the car seat. Their pupils dilated visibly 
as she spread her legs even farther apart outside the door and moved the 
tapered finger of her other hand toward the glistening pink opening between 
them. The boys were shifting uncomfortably on the grass, and JoAnn closed 
her eyes to revel in the licentious satisfaction she was about to receive. 

Slowly at first, and then with ever-increasing speed, she plunged her 
slender finger into the greedily clasping depths of her throbbing vagina. 
She noted with a twinge of regret that her finger wasn't nearly so filling 
as a nicely hardened young cock would be, but she knew that release would 
come anyway, curing her trembling headache. She fucked her finger in harder 
and harder, pinching the stiffened nub of her clitoris with the fingers of 
her other hand. The knowledge that the two boys were sitting transfixed 
right before her spurred her on in her race for climax. 

It came suddenly, bursting around her fingers like the spray from crashing 
waves on the beach. She opened her glazed-over eyes to look at the boys' 
faces as they watched the hot streams of female cum gush around her hands 
and down on to the car seat. Their agonized expressions increased her own 
pleasure as the last of the convulsive spasms melted finally into 
tranquility. She withdrew her finger from her satiated cunt, and with a lewd 
wave of the same hand, she motioned the boys to stand up. 

They stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to go or to stay. This lady 
had to be the craziest chick they'd ever run across before, and they'd seen 
a lot of crazies in their young lives. They watched regretfully as the woman 
started dressing herself matter-of-factly, almost as if she had completely 
forgotten about them. She wiped up the spot of cum from the car seat, and 
wriggled back into her tight hip-huggers. She buttoned her sheer blue blouse 
half-way up, so her cleavage was still obvious, slipped into her sandals, 
and patted her hair critically as she look in the rear-view mirror. 

Catching sight of the teenagers still standing there, she smiled sheepishly 
and waved to them out the window. With a forceful thrust and a loud squeal 
of tires, she shifted the Porsche into gear and sped onto the main road 
toward the freeway. 

God, it was only twenty minutes until Danny Cochran was supposed to arrive. 
It took that long to park once you got to the airport, let alone the time it 
took to get there. Why, oh, why had she been so irresponsible? It was 
beginning to look as if she'd never learn, as if she'd be possessed of this 
horrible affliction for the rest of her life! It hadn't been so bad when she 
was the only one affected, but now she seemed to be wrecking Jerry's life 
with it, too. It just wasn't fair of her to treat him so thoughtlessly 
because she couldn't get hold of herself. 

She zoomed down the freeway at 70, looking fearfully behind her in case she 
saw a cop. Gaining confidence, she accelerated to nearly 80, forgetting 
everything but the urgency of her mission. She was going to meet that singer 
on time if it was the last thing she did! 

She sighed in nervous relief when she reached the top of the escalator and 
saw that the passenger gate for Danny's flight was still closed. She wiped 
the back of her hand over her lightly perspiring forehead and sank into a 
fake leather chair next to a family waiting to meet their grandmother. They 
had a boy of about r twelve, and JoAnn felt a resurgence of guilt at the 
memory he evoked. She hadn't even been able to keep her resolution for three 
days! 

The plane from Chicago was late, and it arrived well after Mrs. Douglas had 
made her madly rushed appearance. She had calmed down considerably by the 
time the thirtyish, dark-haired entertainer stepped off the ramp. He was 
wearing a flashy light-blue suit, complete with a patterned brocade vest and 
white silk tie. His friendly eyes sparkled darkly under his abnormally long 
thick eyelashes. He seemed to spot JoAnn Douglas even before she recognized 
him, though he had never seen her before in his life. 

"Aaaaahhhh, you must be Mrs. Douglas," he said, lifting her hand to his hips 
the way cultured European gentlemen do. "I knew it had to be you because 
you're the most beautiful woman here." 

"Thank you," JoAnn blushed, squirming her hand away from his mouth. Less 
than an hour ago, that hand had been twisting around in her hotly aroused 
cunt, and she was in no frame of mind to have the handsome singer kissing 
it! What kind of depravity was she sinking to? 

"Won't you come with me?" she invited finally after too long a delay. "My 
husband told you, I'm sure, that he's reserved you a hotel room, and he's 
arranged a small dinner for tonight." 

"Sounds perfect," Danny said, relaxing a little from his formal attitude. 
Mrs. Douglas seemed all right. She wasn't pretentious the way a lot of women 
in the entertainment business were, and besides, she was really a pretty 
girl. She certainly knew how to dress, casually, but always to her best 
advantage, he decided, noticing the rhythmic tightening of her ass-cheeks 
outlined by the snug-fitting pants. He was going to like spending the 
evening with her, and he was afraid he wouldn't miss her husband much, 
either. 

He signalled a baggage man to wheel his elegant luggage out the Porsche 
JoAnn pointed out. They loaded it in back, and he tipped the man as the 
blonde woman slid in behind the wheel. 

"Have you been to L.A. before?" she asked politely when they were on the 
road. 

"Two or three times, but always like this-an afternoon here, two nights 
there-never enough time to settle down. I should stick around awhile to get 
used to the place ... and get to know the people," he said pointedly, 
looking down the front of JoAnn's revealing blouse. The woman blushed 
slightly under his unwavering gaze. God, he's getting forward, she thought. 
For an instant she considered putting him off with a swift callous remark, 
but then she reminded herself to behave. I owe it to Jerry, she told herself 
firmly. It's only for tonight, anyway, and he's probably a very nice man 
underneath ... but if only he'd stop looking down my blouse! 

Well, why'd you wear it then? her wicked conscience taunted. You knew how 
any normal man would respond! 

JoAnn shook her head to try to get rid of the unsettling argument she was 
having with herself. She tried to sound gracious but at the same time 
business-like as she endeavored to make light conversation. 

"Well, I know you'll get acquainted with L.A. this fall. Jerry tells me 
you'll be spending quite a bit of time here." 

"Not as much as I'd like to, I'm sure, dear lady," he replied, letting his 
arm rest on her shoulder. Christ, but she had nice tits! They were so large 
and soft-looking, the way they protruded like lushly ripened melons above 
her fragile girlish waist. Even though her bones were small, they had to be 
at least a 38, and probably more like a 40. He pressed his fingers into her 
shoulder, trying to inch his way down to the enticingly heaving mounds, so 
clearly revealed through the filmy blue blouse. 

JoAnn was afraid to look at him, pretending instead to concentrate on her 
driving, even though she'd driven this way a hundred times before. She 
wished desperately he would take his hand away from her shoulder, but at the 
same time she didn't want to risk offending him. She wondered if he was 
always like this, or if he was only responding to her deliberately 
provocative outfit. She hoped it was the latter, because tonight she could 
wear something demure and un-sexy, and then she wouldn't have to face that 
problem. 

She skillfully guided the Porsche through the downtown traffic to Danny's 
hotel. He complimented her profusely on her driving, and then he invited her 
up to his room. 

"You may as well have a drink with me ... it looks like the traffic is 
getting pretty thick. Why don't you wait it out, and drive home after rush 
hour?" 

"Well, I...." JoAnn started to protest, but he cut her off. 

"You won't get home any sooner now than you would if you left an hour from 
now. From what I've read, the rush hours in L.A. is about the worst in the 
country...." 

Reluctantly she gave in, telling herself it was the only polite thing to do. 
She wasn't going to jeopardize Jerry's best deal by being a prude. Besides, 
she told herself ruefully, she had absolutely no right to even think like a 
respectable woman, after the way she had exposed herself this afternoon, and 
so many other afternoons before now. 

The two-room suite her husband had reserved for the entertainer was one of 
the better ones in the hotel. It had a comfortable looking living room done 
in leather-leather couch, leather chairs, and even an expensive leather 
topped table. There wits a bar at one end of the room, which Danny had 
already begun stocking with his private travel bottles. 

"What'll it be, Mrs. Douglas?" he asked extravagantly. 

"A little brandy, if you have it ... and please call me JoAnn...." Danny 
seemed to be a little less threatening, now that he was in a comfortable 
environment. JoAnn relaxed too, gratefully accepting her drink as she leaned 
back into the leather cushions of the couch. It wasn't such a bad idea after 
all, waiting out the rush hours traffic in this cool hotel room with the 
popular singer. She suddenly remembered how a little embarrassed by her 
insecure behavior. 

Danny had removed his jacket, and now he was loosening his tie. JoAnn could 
see his thick shoulder muscles working as he struggled with the slip knot. 
He really is quite handsome, she admitted frankly. She wondered if she would 
have been attracted to him if he wasn't already married. That was the only 
thing about her early marriage-she hadn't had the opportunity to get around 
much with men her own age. She left her tyrannical step-father and run 
straight into the arms of her loving husband without ever experiencing men 
in between. Often she caught herself thinking she could have gotten 
interested in this or that man, and she always suspected that her attraction 
to young boys was partially due to her lack of assurance around grown men. 

"JoAnn," Danny called from the bedroom, where he was hanging up his clothes. 
"Come look at the bed in here ... your husband really knows his hotels!" 

The invitation had definitely suggestive undertones, but JoAnn vowed to be 
as care-free and agreeable as she could, without actually compromising her 
morals. She carried her drink into the bedroom, and sucked in her breath at 
the luxurious lay-out of the plush red room. 

"Looks almost like a bridal suite, doesn't it?" the singer laughed. "If you 
weren't married, I'd say let's test it together!" He eyed her 
scrutinizingly, wondering if she would cheat on her husband. There was 
something a little wild in that sparkle in her eye ... she definitely had 
possibilities. Somehow, she didn't seem like an out-and-out flirt, but 
still, she had that subtle, desperate look about her-like a lady with 
something to hide. 

JoAnn winced under his gaze, irrationally afraid for a moment that he 
somehow knew her deep secret obsession. She had the sudden impulse to turn 
and run, get away from the whole perverted scene, but she stood her ground, 
because she knew she was helping Jerry. 

"Or shall we test it anyway?...." The shrewd entertainer raised his eyebrows 
in inquiry. Without waiting for a reply, he lunged toward her, his arms 
outstretched to take her in a bear-hug. JoAnn squealed with his unexpected 
advance, but she forced herself to accept the strong masculine squeezing, 
telling herself the man was just being friendly, making an innocent joke. 

But the "innocent joke" went on too long, and JoAnn was suddenly aware that 
her face was pressed against the hair of Danny's naked chest. This kind of 
instant familiarity wasn't just friendly contact, and she tried to squirm 
away from the lust-inspired man. No married woman should be standing in a 
man's bedroom while he was undressing! What in the world had she been 
thinking? 

To her surprise, the singer's hard-muscled chest was unyielding. He was 
deliberately crushing her to him, preventing her escape. Slowly his hand 
glided down the filmy material of her blouse, over the smooth curve of her 
back, and grasped the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. 

"Hey, let me go, now," she demanded with a nervous little laugh. She pushed 
out against his hairy naked chest, but it was too late. Danny knew what he 
wanted and he had decided he was going to make a play for it, even if JoAnn 
was his agent's wife. She had something going on the slide already, he was 
sure of it now. He maneuvered her struggling young body against the bed, 
until the backs of her knees struck the edge of the mattress. For a long 
moment she fought against falling backwards, but the burly entertainer's 
weight was overpowering, and she fell down into the rich velvet bedspread, 
Danny's body crushing down on top of her. 

"I can't do this!" she protested, still trying to affect a casual quality in 
her voice. "Look, you've made me spill my brandy all over the bed...." 

"Don't worry about the brandy, sweetheart," he breathed heavily into her 
ear. "That's what they hire maids for around here." His lips clamped down 
wetly over her mouth and he forced his tongue in between her teeth. 

"Mmmmph!" JoAnn groaned as his tongue speared fiercely into the warm wet 
cavern of her mouth, wrapping lewdly around her own struggling tongue like a 
powerful snake. His hot saliva flooded her mouth as he flicked excitedly 
deeper into her throat. 

"Oh! Uuummph!" she gagged. Her resisting body wriggled hopelessly on the 
bed. Something had gone impossibly wrong here, and she couldn't figure out 
what it was. She'd done everything so carefully, she hadn't acted 
stand-offish or coy, and she hadn't been gushingly over-friendly. Surely 
this wasn't her punishment for wearing a sexy blouse and tight pants-she'd 
worn this same outfit a dozen times before without this disastrous result. 
Or maybe in some twisted way, she was being made to pay for her lewd 
flaunting of her body to the teenagers this afternoon ... she wanted so 
sincerely to resist, to make her husband's client leave her alone, but that 
was just it. He was her husband's client, and she was going to have to go 
with him tonight. In the interest of her future obligations, JoAnn decided 
it would be best to just go along with it, pretend it was a game, and hope 
that he would tire of it before going too far. 

"P-please," she mewled weakly, trying to push him away gently. But the 
singer's hand was already gliding up her legs to the front zipper of her 
pants as he fumbled for the zipper-tab to open them. 

"Come on, just let me see your panties and titties...." Danny whispered 
consolingly. He liked the way she was pretending to fight him. It convinced 
him all the more that she was the kind of woman he had suspected-a little 
free with the goods, but not always advertising. He liked girls like that, 
just the way he liked JoAnn's meek protests. "I just want to see those 
little panties and your breasts...." 

Oh, heaven help me! JoAnn though shamefully. He knows! In some mysterious 
underground way, the syndicate entertainer must have found out about her 
perversion in some mysterious way and come to haunt her about it purposely. 
That had to be it. It was the only way he could possibly know what to say to 
her. 

Danny, of course, was totally unaware of the battle raging in the blonde's 
tormented conscience. All he knew was that his hugely erect penis was 
pounding against his suit slacks, and he was going to take it out for the 
exciting little lady. She was responding nicely to his advances, and she had 
even allowed him to slip her pants off over her feet. He reached for his own 
zipper with one hand while he held her firmly around the waist with the 
other. 

JoAnn clenched her eyes shut when he mounted himself squarely between her 
legs and crawled forward until she could feel the rigidly throbbing beat of 
his cock against her panty-clad vagina. She fought internally against the 
hopelessness of her degrading position, until ever so slowly the unwanted 
secretion of her involuntarily responding loins began to seep out from the 
depths of her pussy into the close-clinging web of silk. 

Danny's hand slid eagerly up between the smooth columns of her flared-out 
thighs until his hungrily searching fingers were caressing the naked flesh 
just below her sensuous filmy panties. Like a keen hound he sensed her 
acquiescence now, and he knew she would give in to whatever he wanted. 
Slowly his right hand tunneled up between her legs until his fingertips 
tickled the wisps of pubic hair that guarded the entrance to her loins. 

"Oh no!" JoAnn cried out involuntarily, as the singer's fingers slipped 
under the waistband of her panties. She slapped her hand down directly over 
his, to prevent any further illicit advances. This charade had gone as far 
as she could allow it to go-she had to stop him somewhere, husband or no 
husband! 

Danny complied affably with her unspoken demand. If she was a little upset 
right now, why not wait a while? There was going to be plenty of opportunity 
to remove the tantalizing silken material when the time came. And the time 
would come, there was no doubt about that ... there wasn't a woman alive who 
could resist Danny Cochran's cock when the time came! He rested his hand 
where it was until she lifted hers away, and then he began to trace gently 
circles inside her thighs. 

Strange, electrically tingling sensations overtook JoAnn's body now as his 
fingers inched relentlessly closer to the guarded treasure of her pussy. 
Abruptly she stiffened with hot excitement as his extended middle finger 
insinuated itself beneath her panty legband and touched the feverishly 
moistened lips of her vagina. Her hips bucked up traitorously against his 
searching hand while the sharp little buds of her nipples stiffened inside 
the restraining cups of her brassiere. 

"Ooooh, N-nooo...." she gasped again, and horrified at the realization that 
she was losing control, she suddenly tried to wrench herself away. But Danny 
gently urged her back underneath him. 

"Your husband wouldn't like that, now would he?" he taunted. "He told me you 
would entertain me until he got back ... did he tell you that, too?" 

"Forgive me, Danny, I forgot," she said dryly, but she had to admit he was 
right. He was a slick operator, and several times already he had trapped her 
either unwittingly or deliberately by hitting for her weak spots. It just 
wasn't fair that she had to resort to this adulterous activity, especially 
to make amends for her other adulterous perversions. It was just too 
horrible to contemplate. 

Danny sighed again with mounting excitement. He had her where he wanted her 
now ... his hand was right at her panties, and her conscience was in his 
pocket. He slid his hand between their bodies and struggled with the tiny 
buttons on her blouse. Ferociously he yanked them through the buttonholes 
while his tongue snaked back between her teeth and into the hot wetness of 
her mouth. She obediently arched up off the bed, helping him pull the blouse 
away from her arms and shoulders. There was no point in arguing any more ... 
she might as well make it as painless as possible. 

Eagerly, Danny slipped his hands behind her shoulders and groped from her 
bra hook. His fingers popped the tightly restricting brassiere apart, and he 
pushed it up and away from the soft mounds of her heaving breasts. In a 
sudden burst of animal fury, he jerked it forward off her body, pulling it 
completely away until her frantically quivering breasts were exposed to his 
gaze. 

"God, you've got a body on you ... you know that?" he said admiringly, now 
that she looked up at him almost nakedly. He sensed that she would not 
object if he removed the little panties now; every other hint of modesty was 
already gone. He gently slipped the flimsy fabric over the smooth columns of 
her legs, to reveal the wispy blonde hair of her pubic vee. 

He eased forward and glided his right hand up into the hair-covered mound of 
her vagina as her left hand seized the resilient mounds of her milk-white 
breasts and trapped the sensitive pink bud-like nipples between thumb and 
forefinger, squeezing them until a gasp of desire escaped from her lips. He 
pressed his body into hers, throbbing the hardness of his lust-inflamed 
penis against the panty-protected vee of her cunt. She was a hot one all 
right, and he had to rejoice in the fantastic luck that she'd been thrown to 
him, offered by fate on a silver platter. 

He bent over her face and planted his hungry mouth over her wetly glistening 
lips, his tongue forcing its way between her teeth. JoAnn could feel it 
curling warmly around her own tongue, and a desperate, final plea rumbled 
from her throat. 

She's going to get a real workout, now, Danny promised himself. He was going 
to fuck her into a sex-crazed slut, which he semi suspected she was already. 
He was going to make her beg and scream for his big stiff cock, pounding so 
insistently against her softly rounded thigh. He squeezed the warmly 
pulsating mound of her vagina and brought his hand down from her breasts to 
the quivering bowl of her undulating belly, and on to the smooth naked curve 
of her inner thigh. 

"Oh, please, Danny...." she mewled helplessly, twitching against his eagerly 
searching fingers as they coursed back up her leg and kneaded the full 
sensitive flesh of her thighs. But even as she protested, JoAnn knew it was 
hopeless. She couldn't resist without seriously endangering her husband's 
business transactions. It was absolutely wrong and she knew it, but there 
was nothing she could do. 

The singer exulted in his agent's wife's cooperation. She may be fighting it 
now, but pretty soon she won't even be able to keep up the appearance. She 
was going to love every minute of it, the way so many girls before her had. 
He could always tell, when a girl started bucking and squirming 
involuntarily beneath him, that she just couldn't wait to be fucked. And the 
way JoAnn's voluptuous body was twisting around, he figured it wouldn't be 
long. 

As his mouth worked hungrily at her lips, the extended middle finger of his 
right hand slipped into the moistly aroused furrow of her cuntal slit, 
sliding like a slippery warm snake up between the pulsing little lips of her 
pussy. Her hips bucked wildly in response. Impulsively, his left hand 
slithered up to the rounded softness of her breasts again and his fingers 
pinched teasingly at her throbbing, nipples. 

JoAnn arched back into the comforting velvet bedspread, her eyes desperately 
shut. She could feel the entertainer's hands retreating over the flesh of 
her buttocks. Suddenly his right hand withdrew from her panties and gripped 
her at the knee. Bracing himself on her leg, he frantically yanked off his 
slacks and shorts, throwing them in a heap on the floor. 

JoAnn opened her eyes when she felt him lift off her, and for the first time 
she saw his rock hard cock lunging out from his flat muscular loin like the 
shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing in 
anticipation as he began to stroke the thick foreskin back and forth over 
the blood-filled throbbing head. 

"Like that?" he grinned, enjoying her frankly fascinated gaze. He was 
basically a showman, and he loved the attention and admiration of women 
almost as much as he loved the actual fucking. He knew he could always 
thrill them with his over-sized organ, and he always waited for a strategic 
moment when he could spring it on them unaware, watching their eyes go wild 
with hunger. "I know you're going to love my cock when I fuck it up inside 
your lovely little pussy-hole!" 

He knelt over her again, leaning close so she could focus on the enormous 
shaft of rigid flesh he was massaging in his hand. He knew it was the 
biggest one she had ever seen. 

JoAnn blinked. God, it was so incredibly thick! So much more tremendous than 
anything she had seen on the innocent little boys! 

In spite of herself, she began to wonder how it would feel to be split open 
by such a huge instrument as that. This climbing singer was really built, 
and he obviously knew it. What was it going to be like feeling that 
massively over-grown penis inside her quivering little vagina? 

And then Danny was down on top of her again, he thrust once more between her 
wide-splayed thighs. He cupped her face in his palms and pulled her head up 
to his, thrusting his tongue far into the hot liquid depths of her mouth. 
She could feel the heat of his rigidly erect penis throbbing against the 
naked flesh of her trembling belly. A last faint thought of trying to 
dissuade him flickered across her mind but faded with the pressure of his 
fingers on her cheeks. 

"That's right ... just kiss me back," Danny breathed softly into her 
responding mouth. 

With a swift motion, his hands traveled from her face over the smoothly 
flowing curves of her naked body until they were playing against the 
shamelessly twitching lips of her pinkly aroused pussy. She trembled 
apprehensively as she felt him increase the pressure of his fingers on the 
erect little nub of her clitoris. 

"Oh, Danny, not that ... not that," JoAnn moaned squirming. 

"I'm not going to hurt your fucking cunt," he reassured her angrily. "I'm 
just getting it all wet and slippery for my cock." 

She could feel his fingers descending across her belly to her tightly 
clenched buttocks. His lips quickly withdrew from hers, and in a sudden 
lust-maddened impulse, his head dove down to her quivering belly. His warm 
wet lips pressed tight against her navel, and the sudden wet contact sent a 
lewd chill racing the length of her spine. Automatically, she reached 
forward with her hands ... initially planning to push his head away. 

But the singer slid his head down to her inner thighs. As his fingers played 
teasingly with the excited little lips of her wetly palpitating pussy, she 
knew she was lost. Somehow Danny had discovered her compulsion to expose 
herself ... and now he was exploiting it. 

Although the last reserve of her moral strength told her this was not the 
proper way to purge herself of her guilt, she knew also that Danny Cochran 
was her husband's most promising client. If she were to hinder Jerry's 
business advancement as well as adulterate their marriage with her 
exhibitionistic behavior, it would be all over. No, perverted as it seemed, 
this was the only way out of the trap. 

JoAnn spread her knees apart to make more room for the singer's head. She 
locked her fingers in his dark brown hair and pulled his head deeper into 
her widely-parted thighs as his tongue began to trace the delicate outline 
of her wispy blonde cuntal slit. His hands pushed against her knees as he 
burrowed deeper into the sensuous split, flicking his tongue around her 
stiffened clitoris and grazing at her hotly throbbing cuntal lips. She 
jumped and twisted from the moist wet contact, kicking her legs wider apart 
as she moaned in sheer illicit ecstasy. She tried in vain to persuade 
herself that she didn't like this oral sex, but her churning hot cunt told 
her otherwise. She ground her pelvis into Danny's face, her vaginal lips 
sucking hungrily on the singer's expertly snaking tongue. 

Laughing triumphantly, the curly-haired entertainer slid his hands over the 
trembling smoothness of her inner thighs until his fingers played again in 
the softly curled hairs that protected her throbbing cunt. With a jerk he 
forced her buttocks up to expose the hair-lined lips of her hotly aroused 
pussy to his lustful gaze. He gaped in hunger at the fleshy treasure before 
him, and, with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head to bury the full 
length of his slippery tongue into her warmly throbbing pussy. She jerked, 
pushing her buttocks against the mattress in an effort to escape her 
impalement on his tongue. It was one thing to let him lick around the edges 
of her vaginal opening, she told herself, but tongue-fucking was something 
else altogether. 

"You shouldn't do that ... we shouldn't ... "she whimpered helplessly. She 
groaned in undisguised humiliation at her unconvincing protests. She knew 
that he sensed her cooperation in the adulterous affair, and the knowledge 
humiliated her even more. She flailed her head from side to side, throwing 
her golden hair around the red bedspread like a halo. Danny's tongue began 
to spear in and out of her involuntarily dilating pussy lips. In spite of 
her abject shame about the things that were being done to her young cunt, 
wisps of forbidden pleasure rippled deep down in her belly, and her arms lay 
tensed at her sides while her heaving breasts danced lewdly from the 
buffeting her body was taking. Danny reached up over the flatness of her 
quivering belly and seized her swaying breasts, squeezing them deeply in his 
lewd caress. 

JoAnn sprang to a sitting position on the mattress, while Danny's tongue 
worked hungrily in between her legs. She watched helplessly as the 
stranger's head bobbed up and down in the cradle of her thighs, his tongue 
spearing between the wetly palpitating lips of her pussy. There was nothing 
she could do, and tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes. Random 
crazy pictures of her husband whirled through her mind as she listened to 
the wet sucking noises the singer was making at her tortured young cunt. How 
could she allow herself to be used so? God, was there no other way to make 
it all up to Jerry? This man, this performer, was actually defiling her body 
... and she had to let it go on, just to prove herself for her husband. 

The singer's hands roamed over her sensuously full breasts as the tormenting 
thrusts of his tongue teased her wide-splayed vagina. Any minute now his 
booking agent's voluptuous young wife was going to turn into a raving slut. 
Before rush hour was over she'd be begging and screaming for him to stick 
his cock anywhere up in her he wanted to. 

Chuckling to himself, Danny Cochran gripped her thighs tightly and spread 
her legs out even wider on both sides of his body. His hands locked on the 
underside of her curved thighs and pushed them back over her body so that 
her kneecaps touched her voluptuously trembling breasts. Bending forward, he 
thrust the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered ring of her anus. 
JoAnn shut her eyes in mute pleading, and she clenched her teeth against the 
urge to cry out against this obscene new torture. Certainly this wasn't 
going to be required of her, too! Wasn't there anything she didn't have to 
submit, in the name of helping her husband? 

"Oh, PLEASE, Danny...." she whimpered as she tried to screw her buttocks 
into the velvet bed to dislodge the hotly flicking tongue from her 
instinctively constricting little anal hole. But the singer's only response 
was a chuckle and another lewd stab into the inwardly flexing circle of her 
soft brownish rectal flesh. 

Hopeless sobs of despair caught chokingly in JoAnn's throat. She forgot her 
spirit of cooperation and tried to imagine that she wasn't really in the 
entertainer's hotel room-she was somewhere else, completely alone, with 
nothing to worry about ... but then, in spite of her revulsion she felt her 
body begin to enjoy Danny's obscene tonguing. Her buttocks jerked back at 
the relentlessly spearing tongue sending spasms of delicious sensation 
coursing through her lust-maddened nerves. Her aroused young body jerked 
spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his mercilessly 
thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down in his dark hair with a low 
soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of 
her husband, Jerry, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now was 
the delicious shaft of pleasure piercing strangely through her belly as the 
singer licked hotly and relentlessly at her traitorously responding nether 
passage. 

When Danny sensed JoAnn's acquiescence, he trailed his tongue back up and 
licked at the pink throbbing lips of her helplessly responding vagina. He 
thrust his tongue deep up into the sensually quivering moistness of her cunt 
until he could feel her soft pussy hairs grazing tantalizingly at the tip of 
his nose. With savage energy she groaned aloud and ground her sensually 
writhing buttocks up against his face. She had finally surrendered, he 
gloated, watching in excitement the lust-contortions of her face as her lips 
bared back over the pearly whiteness of her teeth. By God, it wouldn't be 
long now before he rammed his cock into that tight little pussy and shot his 
cum all the way up in her belly. She was turning out to be just like any 
other hot little bitch waiting to be fucked by any cock she could get hold 
of. She hadn't fooled old Danny Cochran with her prudence and modesty line; 
he'd seen right through that from the first. 

JoAnn's body pumped and turned under the lewd maddening tortured of the 
singer's obscenely flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her 
heart would break right through her chest. Her head was raised up from the 
mattress watching his working face, her hands locked tightly behind his 
head, pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper up into the thin, 
vertical slit of her vaginal opening. It seemed as though the delicious 
sucking of her hotly pulsing cuntal flesh would go on and on until it made 
her cum, but suddenly, Danny forced his head up from the restrictive grip of 
her hands and sat up between her open thighs. 

"Now I'm going to fuck your hot little pussy with your panties on, 
sweetheart," he said with oily assurance. "I love to fuck women with their 
panties on!" 

The trembling young wife lay still, her breath coming so fast she felt her 
lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he had already 
sunk his long thick cock deep up inside her. 

The entertainer bent over her supine form, fastening his lips around the 
tautened nipple of one heaving breast. Then he tweaked at the other, and his 
lips roamed wetly over the soft-fleshed mounds, causing a blissful ripple 
that descended from her erect little nipples to the close-clinging crotch 
band of her panties below. Her smoothly rotating buttocks began a slow 
impatient grinding in anticipation of his entry. 

"That's right, JoAnn ... I can tell you're getting nice and ready," Danny 
moaned, as he licked again over her warmly throbbing pussy. "Now I want to 
hear you beg for it ... beg for this big cock of mine!" 

JoAnn lay frozen under the prodding of his lewd words. Their very obscenity 
excited her more and she fought with herself against the overpowering desire 
to scream out for it, beg for him to put his throbbing rod of male flesh 
inside her hotly churning cunt. She wanted it, yes, how painfully she wanted 
it! But, dear God, she couldn't beg for it ... she had to keep from begging. 

"Open your legs now, sweetheart, I'm coming in!" 

Danny's words were at once a warning and a relief. But as she saw the 
massively swollen organ the singer held proudly just at the entrance of her 
pussy, she quivered, thinking crazily that it would never fit inside her. He 
guided his rock hard cock slowly forward, using the thick rubbery head to 
part the full fleshy lips of her hair-lined vagina. The young wife turned 
her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she 
felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive pink lips of her 
moistly quaking pussy. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, 
lying still in utter subjugation before him. 

"Oooooh," she breathed as she felt the first hard pressure of his penis 
against the elastic entrance of her vagina. She moaned and sighed as the 
blunt tip stretched through her pussy lips, slipping tightly into the smooth 
elasticity of her cuntal opening. 

"Aaaaahhhh, Daannnnny," she groaned, feeling the huge unimaginable 
penetration of his over-sized cock in her unaccustomed little cunt. She 
looked into the lust-contorted features of his face and saw that he was 
actually enjoying the unnatural way he had impaled her on his cock. 

Suddenly he lurched forward on the innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath 
the blood-engorged head of his penis. He had to fuck her, and he had to fuck 
her quick! 

His weight smashed her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He 
thrust his hips forward at the same time, and his long thick cock slid into 
her cunt like a raging freight train pushing the soft moist flesh of her 
tightly clinging vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no 
stopping it until with a loud smack his sperm-bloated balls slapped heavily 
into the firm fleshy mounds of the upturned cheeks of her milky-white ass. 

"God help me!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her 
life, and his thickly throbbing cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina 
apart as she plunged deep into her without mercy or thought. Now his penis 
lay sunk deep into her belly, filling every part of her insides. There 
wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh that she couldn't feel as his cock thrust in 
and out of her cunt like a tightly fitted piston in a moistened cylinder. 

Danny lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. She lay immobile 
too, afraid to move. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then 
suddenly JoAnn felt a jerking throb deep up inside her. The bulging 
thickness of the singer's cock jerked in another half-inch as he flexed it 
inside her vaginal cavity. 

"I knew I could get it farther in, sweetheart," he grunted proudly as he 
rotated his buttocks, ramming even deeper into her. 

"Unh!" she gasped byway of response, the cords on her neck standing out from 
the tension of her body. 

"You like it?" 

"Oh, yes, Danny," she lied, remembering her vow not to offend him. 

"Come on then, ask for it!" 

"Danny, please do it ... do it to me!" It wasn't so difficult to spit the 
words out as she had imagined earlier that it would be. Her cuntal walls 
were contracting involuntarily in a slow, regular rhythm against the welcome 
intrusion of his cock, and she felt for an instant that she really did want 
it! 

"No, don't say it like that, my delicate lady," the entertainer corrected 
with a slight sneer. He didn't feel in the mood for any pretentious 
snobbery. "You know what I want you say ... say fuck me!" 

"Oh, fuck me, then!"' JoAnn hissed, wanting nothing more than to get the 
degrading act over and done with. He was going to do it anyway, and God 
forgive her, she was probably going to enjoy it. Nothing would be gained by 
useless quibbling, the damage to her self-respect had already been done. Her 
only consolation as her nakedly writhing body bucked and twisted on the bed 
was that she was doing it all for Jerry ... doing it all to make up for the 
terrible way she flaunted herself in front of teenage boys. 

As Danny crushed the voluptuous flesh of her naked young body, he sensed the 
last remaining ounce of resistance draining from her soul. Clamping his lips 
suddenly right down over her mouth, he began a slow rocking motion between 
her lewdly splayed thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage of her 
pussy widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in 
helpless defeat beneath him. With all his years of experience, he knew she 
was actually squirming with desire, her flesh was actually tingling with raw 
lust. 

JoAnn's body had indeed begun to respond. There was no longer any reason to 
fight the lewd flames of desire coursing hotly through her veins. She had 
lost the battle against her obscene lust, and even the agonizing thought of 
her total surrender sent wicked chills running along the base of her spine 
as she felt the slow rhythm of Danny's long thick cock skewering wetly into 
her. 

The young blonde's whole madly aroused body twitched and writhed beneath 
him, and she groaned incessantly up into his salivating mouth, shoving her 
tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of 
passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her 
face wildly contorted with lust, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils 
flared, a light sweat breaking out on the forehead under the now disheveled 
soft blonde hair. 

Danny slipped his hands down the sides of her body and underneath to the 
silken roundness of her buttocks and cupped the smoothly undulating twin 
mounds. They began flexing and unflexing, oozing around his clenching 
fingers. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her excitedly opening 
her thighs even wider, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to 
receive his plunging cock to even greater depths. 

JoAnn was kicking and quivering in wanton abandon and her tensed tongue 
pumped savagely up into his greedy mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety 
pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out 
hard as she thrashed beneath him from the uncontrollable building intensity 
of her feeling. There was no longer a thought of anything except the 
delicious lewd sensation of lying underneath this man who was fucking her 
against her better judgment and giving back to him the undeniable pleasure 
he was giving her. 

The singer slaved above her, moving suddenly into long smooth strokes that 
brought his fast-pumping cock almost all the way out of her hungrily 
clasping cunt on the backstroke, and then thrusting forward into her 
uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his cum-laden 
balls against the shimmering satin-smooth skin of her loins. He smiled at 
the urge which suddenly occurred to him, and slid his fingers down to the 
tight narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks below her pulsing cunt until he found 
the small puckering anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm 
and he could feel it moving with the excited rotation of her buttocks 
pushing hard up against his thick shaft of male flesh. 

He insinuated his finger with a sudden quick movement, feeling the tight 
rubbery ring yield almost immediately. 

"Oh, not that," JoAnn gasped involuntarily. What else was this depraved 
entertainer going to think of before he was finished with her helplessly 
ravaged body? 

Wasn't it enough that she was enjoying his adulterous fucking? 

Danny worked his finger inside, slowly stretching the rubbery softness wider 
and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the 
tight resistance give way as it wormed deep into her warmly clinging rectum. 

The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of 
misery and then abruptly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of 
lascivious pleasure as her tortured anus slowly became accustomed to the 
unnatural invasion. 

"Oooooohhh, yesssssss ... yeessss," she mewled, not even aware of what she 
was saying. 

"So you like that too, hunh?" Danny smiled triumphantly into her wetly 
sucking mouth as he felt her screw her rectum back on his fingers while he 
rotated it methodically, teasingly, around in the warm rubbery depths. She 
was hopelessly impaled between his hard driving cock in her vagina and his 
fingers rammed tightly in her rectum. And now, moaning and mewling beneath 
him, she began lustfully twisting and squealing in shameless abandon under 
the double ravishment of her loins. 

Slowly he slid his hand up from the rounded cheeks of her buttocks where his 
heavily throbbing cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her frenziedly 
clasping pussy. The soft hair-lined folds oozed warmly around his 
lust-thickened penis, and he could sense their moist softness pulling and 
giving with each jackhammer thrust deep up into her belly. 

Soft moans of obscene pleasure tumbled from JoAnn's throat as he fondled and 
played with her hotly pulsating cuntal lips. At the same time he could feel 
the ever widening passage of her devouring little cunt flowering in greedy 
desire to swallow the whole of his long hard cock fucking slipperily up 
inside her. He could feel the painful aching of his tightening balls, 
pounding so heavily against her nakedly upturned buttocks. It wouldn't be 
long now before his cock exploded in violent release inside her excitedly 
undulating pussy walls. 

He quickened the pounding thrusts of his savagely hammering cock, plunging 
it faster and faster into her grateful cunt as her naked young body thrashed 
and twisted beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her 
trembling legs on either side of him suddenly jerked widely off the bed. He 
ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and pressed his 
hands behind her knees, pushing them back hard against the mattress on 
either side of her shoulders. The plane of her hair-fringed pussy was wide 
open to the pile-driving thrusts of his pounding cock as she smacked 
violently into her. 

"Oh, yes ... Oh, yes ... Oh, YES!!" she chanted frenziedly, her face 
contorted in a twisted mask of wild passion. 

With a loud animal grunt, Danny ground deep and hard into her so that his 
massively throbbing cock bored far up into the recesses of her womb. Her 
nakedly dancing breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his 
chest, and the tiny hard nipples dug into him like the buttons of a coat. 

And suddenly he felt her shiver convulsively! 

"I'm ... GOD! ... It ... it's cumming! My pussy's cuuuummmiiinnnggg!!!" 

As the excited words burst from her lips, her feverishly palpitating cunt 
twitched spasmodically around the thickly throbbing spear of his savagely 
fucking cock. Her whole body bucked and shuddered as warm, hot gushes of 
fiery liquid-cum flooded her wildly climaxing loins. The singer thrust 
faster, fucking deeper, deeper up inside her convulsively clasping vagina. 

The wildly sucking lips of her cunt sucked painfully on the pumping shaft of 
his cock. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps now, and he thrust 
with abandon deep inside her again. 

Suddenly a tremendous roiling pressure seized his aching balls and he felt 
the rumble of his own hot sperm as it shot through the jerking tube of his 
penis and erupted from the tip of his cockhead far up in the welcoming 
depths of her belly. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!!!" Danny groaned huskily as the heated lava of his semen 
mingled with the passion-juices of JoAnn's orgasm deep up inside the wildly 
thrashing pool of her pulsating cunt. His cock exploded violently, again and 
again, as he emptied his forever draining balls into the depths of her 
hungry pussy. 

And then, with another deep groan, the entertainer felt the young wife's 
legs suddenly fall limply out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side 
of his sweat-streaked buttocks. 

JoAnn's heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her still 
sensuously throbbing cunt had been fucked as it never had been before, and 
she experienced a supreme elevation, as it was she touched the upper limits 
of pleasure. But then, as she lay there, the earlier wave of humble 
servitude crept over her, and she remembered where she was and why she was 
there. 

She opened her eyes and saw Danny Cochran sprawled out beside her on the 
gigantic velvet bed. His chest was rising heavily with his laboring 
breathing, and she noticed for the first time how well-formed his tanned 
body was. No wonder Jerry thought he would make it big as a singing star ... 
he had the sex appeal that would make young girls faint with ecstasy. For an 
illicit second, JoAnn felt proud that she had actually felt his now-sleeping 
cock right up inside her, spitting out its ecstatically gushing male 
pleasure-seed.... 

But she stood up slowly, retrieving the empty brandy glass that had rolled 
off the bed to the floor. She knew she had transgressed this afternoon, 
unforgivably violated her marriage, but she had to continue, she had to keep 
up the front for just a few more hours while she took Danny Cochran to 
dinner with two of her friends. 

Suddenly she gasped as she remembered that she hadn't had time to phone 
anyone this afternoon, and now it was almost too late. Who could be ready 
for a formal dinner at eight, r when it was already past six now? 

"Danny...." she broke the silence nervously. 

He opened one eye and regarded her. 

"The dinner reservation is for four-is there anyone in town you'd especially 
like to see?" 

"Only you, my dear," he said exaggeratedly. 

"Seriously ... it's awfully short notice, I know, but if you do know 
someone...." It didn't really matter if the extra people were her friends or 
his, there would definitely be safety in numbers. 

The singer propped himself up on one elbow. "You run along home now ... if 
you want me to bring another couple, I will ... I've got some old buddies in 
L.A. But let me warn you, they might not be quite the type of people you'd 
expect...." 

"Wh-what?" JoAnn stammered. Now she'd really loused everything up. What if 
this ex-mobster was going to bring some gangster friends? Why had she ever 
suggested that he invite someone? Her husband had meant to leave that part 
of the engagement entirely up to her. 

"I said, they might not be the kind of people you'd expect...." 

"Don't worry," JoAnn found herself saying, "I'm sure any friends of yours 
will be just fine." 

She pulled on the last of her discarded garments and waved what she hoped 
was a jaunty self-assured wave to the still-prone entertainer on the red 
velvet bedspread, her semen-drenched panties, warm and wet up between her 
thighs when she moved out the door. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Danny Cochran rose as soon as he heard the door click behind Jerry's wife as 
she left the hotel room. He fumbled in his jacket pockets until he found the 
little black address book he'd brought along just in case. To tell the 
truth, he hadn't planned on calling any of his old friends; he was looking 
forward to this upcoming concert tour as a distinct break with all his 
former associates, the beginning of a new life. But now that JoAnn had 
mentioned that she needed two more people to round out the dinner party he 
thought, what the hell, why not? They weren't going to have the opportunity 
to tempt him with any underworld dealings, not in front of the Douglas 
woman. And he'd get rid of them as soon as Jerry Douglas got back. 

Smiling inwardly with anticipation, he dialed the number from his private 
hotel room phone. He let the phone on the other end of the line ring three 
times, then he hung up and dialed again. It gave him a little thrill to use 
the private signal he'd used for so long with his cronies. This time the 
other phone was answered. 

"Yeah?" 

"Hey, Arty!" Danny laughed, recognizing Arthur Fleishman's voice 
immediately. "It's Danny, old buddy ... I'm in town!" 

"D-Danny ... Man, you shouldn't be calling here ... You're not in very high 
regard around here. What's up?" 

Damn, his former best friend sounded nervous. 

"Ease up, man ... I'm not into any business. I'll only be in town a couple 
of days, and I was wondering if we could get together. I've got this 
chick-well, my agent's wife, actually-and she's having a little dinner 
tonight, with two extra places. You and Dodge want to come?" 

"Look, pal, I'm not supposed to see you. The boss has got guys out looking 
for you right now!" 

"W-where?" It was Danny's turn to get nervous. He'd thought all that trouble 
would have blown over in more than a year. He wasn't that important a guy to 
the bosses to be worth worrying about-or so he had believed. 

"Not here, don't worry...." And then, miraculously, the whole tone of Arty's 
voice changed radically. "Shit, Danny! What the hell! I'll meet you 
tonight-name the place." 

"Why don't you drop by my hotel first-the Sheraton? I'll be leaving here 
around 7:30 ... The dinner thing is at eight, black tie, and all ... 
Goddamn, Arty! It sure will be good to see you!" 

"It'll be great seeing you, Danny boy," the other man rejoined. 

So it was all set! Danny hadn't looked forward to anything quite so much in 
fourteen months, since all that business with the cops, and his informing on 
some of his higher-ups. It hadn't been all that bad, the police didn't even 
apprehend the main character he'd fingered, and the other two got off with 
light sentences. He'd have thought the syndicate would have thanked him for 
telling as little as he actually did, instead of black-listing him for 
telling so much. But he hadn't had too rough a time of it; the FBI protected 
him for a couple of months, and then all he had to do was get a bunch of new 
friends. That was the only real drawback to the whole deal-the fact that he 
had to break off contact with all his closet friends. And now, for the first 
time, he was going to get to see Arty Fleishman and Dodge Holloway again, 
and with no threatening strings attached. 

Danny Cochran whistled as he dressed in a fairly conservative dark dinner 
suit. He wore a satin vest and black satin tie against a faintly gold-tinted 
silk shirt. He prided himself in his appearance for two reasons: one, he 
wanted to show his old buddies that he wasn't so bad off, and two, he wanted 
the Douglas bitch to appreciate the sacrifice he'd made for her this 
afternoon by letting her feel his big stiff cock fucking up into her 
hungering little pussy-hole. 

He poured himself a shot of whiskey and sat down with the racing forms he'd 
picked up at the airport. He wasn't much of a gambler anymore, but he still 
liked to keep up with the action at the racetracks, especially since he knew 
so many trainers personally and he wanted to check the progress they were 
making. It was something he never missed when he flew in to L.A., the odds 
at the Los Alamitos track. 

He was still figuring with a pen and paper at the leather-topped table when 
there was a buzz at the door and a voice crackled over the intercom: "Mr. 
Cochran, two gentlemen in the lobby to see you." 

He leaped up and answered the communication: "Send them right up." 

He flung open the door and strode over to r the elevator to meet them. He 
had to laugh with sheer joy when his two black-suited friends stepped into 
the hall. They looked just great, Arty with a new sporty moustaches, and 
tall, skinny Dodge looking forever like a gawky thirteen year old kid. Dodge 
stood about six foot eight, and his gaunt face and thin physique made him 
look even taller. It always made Danny smile to think what a quick sharp 
mind his in that inappropriately long body, and what an excellent spy he 
made despite his easily identified appearance. 

He smiled knowingly to Arty's sleek black and tan German shepherd, 
faithfully standing at his master's side. 

"How'd you get him past the front desk?" he winked. 

"Oh, the hotel manager could see immediately what a valuable dog he was," 
Arty replied, patting his wallet in a meaningful gesture. You could never 
get past old Arty. He was so friendly and alert, you just had to thrust him. 
He'd been Danny's roommate in college and then partner in crime for ten 
years up until that unfortunate incident last year. For a minute he almost 
wished he hadn't gone straight. Damn! He really missed all those all-night 
poker games and dice parties they used to have. 

"Come on in and have a drink," he said finally. "We've got a few minutes 
before we're due at the restaurant." 

As the three former partners sat comfortably in the leather-bound hotel 
living room, their unfamiliarity slowly dwindled away and soon they were 
talking freely like the old friends they were. Danny almost forgot about the 
dinner engagement he'd invited them over for, as they planned gleefully to 
have a friendly little gambling session after the meal. They all agreed to 
play for low stakes-they didn't want to jeopardize their renewed friendship 
with any financial hassles. Additionally, each one privately suspected that 
the others couldn't afford it right now, although no one was even hinting 
that he wasn't loaded. It was just going to be a fun game for old time's 
sake, nothing more. 

It was ten to eight before Danny Cochran remembered the dinner. That gave 
them just enough time to get there before making Mrs. Douglas think they'd 
stood her up. It wouldn't be expedient to pull anything funny on his new 
agent's wife, even though he knew she'd never have any recourse against him 
after today. 

The three elegantly dressed men hailed a taxi in front of the posh hotel. 

JoAnn Douglas had been in a nervous tizzy ever since she got home from that 
awful singer's hotel room. She'd only had time to wash her hair and blow it 
dry, and she'd wanted so badly to do it up nicely for tonight. And then 
there was the horrible creeping fear that she'd really made a mistake by 
having Danny Cochran invite two people to dinner instead of inviting two of 
her own friends. 

Her immediate worries were nothing compared to the guilt and embarrassment 
that wracked her brain for her activities this afternoon. It wasn't bad 
enough that she'd succumbed to her secret obsession again, no, she had to 
top it off by an adulterous affair with that arrogant singer, the man her 
husband depended on to make his fortune for him. Was there no relief in the 
hopeless entanglement she was being forced to build around herself? Why, oh, 
why couldn't Jerry have stayed home?! 

She half-heartedly slid open the closet door to look over the possibilities 
of what to wear. She definitely wanted something un-sexy-she wasn't going to 
risk a repeat of this afternoon, but she didn't want to look drab, either. 
She had to act as hostess to Danny and his friends, and she didn't want to 
be ashamed in front of the other women. She had naturally assumed that Danny 
was bringing a man and a woman, two men or two women would be obviously 
inappropriate for the occasion. She spent several minutes in front of the 
closet, finally selecting a popular midi-cut striped skirt, made of light 
swishy silk, that clung without being too revealing over her ass. The blouse 
that went with it was made out of the same material, and although the 
neckline was low-cut, the tiny belt with a rhinestone buckle and the short 
gently flared sleeves gave it an over-all conservative appearance, youthful 
but not erotic. 

She was combing out her hair to wrap in a French roll when the phone rang. 
She instinctively realized it would be Jerry. 

"Hello," she panted, having run to the living room phone. 

"JoAnn, darling, it's me. How're things going? I'm glad I caught you before 
you went out...." 

"Fine, Jerry ... Just fine," she lied, relieved that he had called, but 
afraid of what to tell him. "Danny's plane was late, but he got in all right 
... I took him to his hotel and ... and talked to him for awhile...." It was 
best to admit that she had been in the singer's hotel room ... Someone might 
have seen her, and she didn't want Jerry to think she was hiding anything 
from him. 

Her husband was mercifully unsuspecting. "That's great, honey ... I think 
Danny is just a fabulous person, and we're going to make it big with him ... 
I just know it!" 

Half of us are already making it big with him, JoAnn thought ashamedly, 
wishing there was some way to get out of seeing him again. 

"Who are you taking to dinner tonight?" Jerry asked innocently, unaware of 
the turmoil in his wife's mind. 

"Oh, Jerry!" she suddenly sobbed out, wanting him to share her terrible 
burden with her. "Jerry, I didn't remember to ask anyone ... so I ... 
Darling, I told him to bring some of his friends from around here." 

"Excellent, JoAnn! What a fantastic idea!" Jerry enthused. He had just now 
detected the worried tone of her voice, and he wanted to say something to 
put her at her ease. He didn't want her to get all nervous the way she'd 
been doing lately and ruin his standing with the promising new singer. 
"That's even better than inviting your friends, who might make him 
uncomfortable with all their staring. I just know you'll be the perfect 
hostess, honey ... Give Danny all the attention he wants, so he'll know how 
important he is to us. We don't want him slipping into his old habits...." 

God, if he knew what he was saying! JoAnn thought miserably. All the 
attention he wants ... I guess that means I'm supposed to ... to let him 
fuck my ears off again. "Jerry," she blurted, "please come home!" 

"Tomorrow morning, darling ... Tomorrow morning. Now you run along and have 
a wonderful time. Try to see that Danny and his friends do, too." 

JoAnn held the phone in her hand for a long time after Jerry hung up. She 
wanted to scream through the wires, all the way up to Portland, to make her 
loving husband come home. He didn't realize what he was putting her through 
with this sex-maniac singer of his, and she, an exhibitionist by some sick 
compulsion ... What could she possibly do? What should she do? 

That was it, she thought soberly. She knew what she should do. She had to go 
to dinner tonight and meet Danny Cochran and his friends. She had to be 
gracious and friendly, but she had to show, subtly somehow, that she was 
respectable and responsible ... She couldn't come across as she had this 
afternoon. But what had she done? How had she given Danny the wrong idea? 
Was it just the sexy pants and see-through blouse? 

JoAnn sincerely hoped that was all it was. It was going to be doubly 
difficult tonight to maintain her distance, because she had been so wantonly 
responsive this afternoon. But there was the advantage that tonight Danny 
would be with friends, and he could hardly make a pass at a married woman 
with other people around. That was some consolation. 

The distraught young woman took a last peek at herself in the mirror. She 
looked all right, she decided, seeing the way her green eyes were sparkling 
apprehensively under her light make-up. She had deliberately gone easy on 
her make-up, because she thought too much coloring would make her look 
cheap. With a deep resolved sigh, she scooped up her coat and her purse and 
went out into the garage for the car. 

Normally JoAnn would have been pleased to be dressed up nicely to go out in 
Jerry's Porsche, but the monumental task that lay before her prevented her 
taking any great enjoyment from the drive. She was five minutes late in 
arriving at the restaurant as it was, and she was trying to put on a natural 
appearance so Danny's friends wouldn't suspect. God, she'd never be able to 
eat tonight, what with all the turmoil in her brain! 

Fortunately, the taxi bearing Danny Cochran and his friends was just pulling 
away when JoAnn drove up. Unfortunately, she saw in an instant that the 
singer had made the unforgivable error of inviting not a couple, but two 
men! How was she ever going to be able to face two more strange men, after 
all she'd been through this afternoon. Her stomach seemed to flutter right 
into her throat, and she was afraid for an agonizing second that she was 
going to be sick. But she remembered Jerry's plea, that she be a perfect 
hostess, and she swallowed her fears and put on a smile as she stepped 
lightly from the car. The unbelievably tall blonde man extended his hand to 
help her onto the sidewalk. 

Danny was smiling when he made the introductions. He had seen the 
desperation creep into JoAnn's eyes and he'd had a marvelous idea that 
needed just a little smoothing out. "JoAnn, these are my friends Arty 
Fleishman and Dodge Holloway ... Gentlemen, JoAnn Douglas, fair lady of the 
afternoon, evening, and all the time!" 

JoAnn blushed deeply at his insinuation, but she was relieved that the other 
two didn't seem to take the double meaning. "Shall we go in?" she invited 
firmly, not wanting any more of the offensive street talk. 

The three men agreed, gallantly holding the door, taking her coat, and 
behaving in general like perfect gentlemen. Danny was such a contrast to the 
way he'd been this afternoon, that JoAnn was almost lulled into a sense of 
security although she had the feeling that the three of them might be 
putting on a show of manners that they didn't really have. 

The restaurant was dimly lit and crowded for a Thursday evening, and JoAnn 
relaxed as soon as she realized that the elegant atmosphere wasn't a bit 
conducive to the things she'd been afraid might happen. Over cocktails, she 
decided that the abnormally tall Dodge was really quite witty and not at all 
unpleasant, the way she'd first imagined. Arty she was a little hesitant 
about. He seemed too friendly, not in a sexual sort of way, but more in the 
way of a professional con artist, somebody who gains your confidence only to 
betray you. She wondered fleetingly what his relationship was to Danny, if 
he was trying to cheat the singer out of something or if he was really a 
good friend. 

She didn't have much time to ponder the question, because their steak dinner 
was served soon after, and by the time the five-course meal was over, they 
were all too full to be very suspicious of anyone. JoAnn was visibly 
relieved that the ordeal was finally over, and she was genuinely happy that 
the dinner had gone so well. She had really begun to forget the shame and 
humiliation of the afternoon, when Danny rudely brought it f lying back into 
her mind. 

"That was a lovely meal, dear," he said a little drunkenly. "Now me and the 
boys wonder if you'd like to come up to my hotel for a little party." 

JoAnn could imagine just what kind of a party he had in mind, and she wanted 
no part of it. She shook her head and was about to say "no way" when 
suddenly she caught her lip between her teeth. "Give Danny all the attention 
he wants, " Jerry had said. Did that mean...? 

Danny took her silence as agreement. "You'll come then? It won't be anything 
you won't like ... We're just going to play a few games for old time's 
sake...." 

"I'm sorry, Danny," JoAnn said as politely as possible. "I'd like to very 
much, but Jerry's getting home tomorrow and I've got to meet him at the 
airport in the morning ... And you'll be meeting him in the morning, too,' 
won't you?" she ventured boldly, hoping he would take the hint. 

"Hell, Mrs. Douglas!" the entertainer exploded angrily, partly affected by 
the number of cocktails he'd consumed. "We won't keep you out all night! 
Don't be so nervous about your husband ... He can take care of himself, and 
I know you're able to take care of yourself, too...." 

JoAnn shrugged. He had her again. He had her again and he knew it. Dear God, 
if only Jerry were here! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Where do you know Danny from?" JoAnn Douglas said nervously to the tall 
blond man scrunched beside her in the Porsche. Arty and the singer had 
decided it would be better if someone rode with the Douglas woman, to make 
sure she wouldn't try to cut out on them. 

"Oh, that's nothing you'd want to know," Dodge said affably. He felt a 
little sorry for her, the way his buddies seemed to be pushing her around. 
He suspected Danny had something on her, and from the way he looked at her 
all night, he had a pretty good idea what it was. Good old Danny, he smiled 
to himself, always the ladies' man. Still, he didn't exactly agree with all 
the things Arty and Danny seemed to have in mind, and he felt like this was 
his chance to help her out. "Let's just say your husband got on to him?" 
Husbands were usually a safe subject for worried young wives. 

"Jerry? He heard Danny back east about a year ago, right after that ... you 
know ... that crime thing...." She was afraid she was going to get herself 
in trouble with the tall man if she talked about the organization. She 
trusted him more than the others, but she still had doubts. 

"Yes...." Dodge prompted. 

"Jerry's got a good eye for talent ... He used to be a talent scout, you 
know, before he got his own agency. I guess he just thought Danny Cochran 
had what it takes ... He worked on that contract for a year." JoAnn turned 
to face him suspiciously. She suddenly thought he might be another scout 
from a rival agency, or even the syndicate, and maybe she was being a little 
free with her information. "Why?" 

"Just interested ... I'm not trying to pry. Danny used to be a pretty good 
friend, that's all. He sounds quite pleased with the deal your husband has 
worked out for him." 

Despite her apprehensions, JoAnn felt a little flush of pride at the 
compliment Dodge had paid her husband. Jerry was a good booking agent and 
everybody knew it. He got lots of new acts on the road even when they were 
completely unknown. It was all in his carefully scrutinizing eye and his 
accurate judgment of character. You had to be a good judge of character to 
determine whether a performer would work hard and take advantage of his 
potential. Success, Jerry always said, was 10% talent and 90% hard work, and 
he'd always had the talent for picking out the hard workers. 

JoAnn wished that she was a better judge of character. She'd like to have 
known right now if she was misplacing her trust by confiding in this 
strange-looking man with the odd-sounding name. She would like to have been 
able to foresee Danny Cochran's adulterous advances before it was too late, 
and she wanted desperately to know if she was getting herself into another 
situation where she would be forced to comply with lewd activities against 
her will. She was always conscious of the awesome obligation she had to 
Jerry, but she felt sure it shouldn't have to include things like what had 
happened this afternoon. If only she didn't have this terrible secret 
perversion, maybe she'd have been able to have a little pride and 
self-respect ... Maybe she would have been able to demand her rights from 
these men. 

She swung into a parking place outside the hotel, wondering if she'd driven 
faster or slower than the taxi that bore Danny and Arty. She had the sudden 
impulse to drop Dodge out of the car and drive madly toward home, but her 
responsibility to Jerry stopped her again. Maybe it won't be so bad, she 
consoled herself. Maybe they do want to just play some friendly little 
games. 

When Dodge and JoAnn came out of the elevator and headed down the hall to 
Danny's room, the entertainer and his friend were already engaged in a game 
of liar's dice with Arty's huge German shepherd lying lazily in the corner 
of the room. They both rose automatically when JoAnn entered and offered her 
a chair. 

"Can I get you some brandy, JoAnn?" Danny asked smiling. "I know how much 
you like it." 

"Thanks." Why did he have to constantly bring up reminders of her 
humiliation this afternoon? If it wasn't for the half-way protective 
presence of Dodge Holloway, she'd have thought he had similar plans for 
tonight. 

"We were just rolling dice," Arty was explaining to Dodge. "We thought we'd 
get up a game we could all play ... got any ideas?" 

"I'm not exactly loaded tonight," the tall man admitted. "How about black 
jack, or poker ... with reasonable stakes?" 

JoAnn gasped inwardly as she realized what they were talking about. They 
wanted her to gamble! It was all clear now. They knew she had money, because 
it was obvious that Jerry had left her some to pay for the expensive dinner. 
They were all mixed up in some horrible plot against her-and against Jerry, 
too-and they were trying to lure her into giving up her money! "I don't know 
any card games!" she blurted a little frantically. She wanted to make her 
position on gambling clear, before they even started. 

"That's okay, sweetheart," Danny said soothingly. "We can play dice or 
whatever you want. Name your choice!" 

Oh, God! What could she do, trapped by these common criminals? "I-I don't 
have any money," she said fearfully, knowing instinctively they wouldn't 
believe her. But then Danny really surprised her. 

"Don't be so nervous, Mrs. Douglas ... The way you're acting, you'd think we 
were trying to get your money or something." 

"Well, aren't you?" she asked boldly. "Isn't that the whole point of 
inviting me up here?" 

Dodge and Arty were laughing, and JoAnn could feel her cheeks burning red. 
She knew instantly she was making a mistake, being overly suspicious of 
these three old friends. Somewhere along the line she had made a terrible 
misjudgment about them, and she was feeling ashamed at her attitude. She 
hoped desperately that she wasn't ruining Jerry's chances with Danny by 
being so mistrusting and just plain stupid. 

But didn't she have a right to be a little suspicious? After this afternoon, 
wouldn't any woman think twice about accepting another invitation from the 
same man? She just couldn't make sense of the jumbled thoughts and 
impressions she was getting. All she was sure of was that she felt 
apprehensive, but why, or whether her fears were founded in fact, she didn't 
know. If Danny and his friends didn't want her money, what did they want? 

Dodge leaned toward her chuckling. "We didn't bring you here to steal your 
money, you can be sure of that ... We only wanted your company"-here he cast 
meaningful glances toward both Danny and Arty-"to make our game a little 
more interesting." 

JoAnn didn't know if she could accept that. She wanted to believe he was 
telling the truth-the simple truth-but she couldn't allay her fear. She 
didn't know any gambling games, and she knew she wasn't going to be much fun 
for them.... 

"You know how to shoot craps?" Arty asked her. 

"Nooo, I...." 

"It's simple ... You get two dice, throw 'em against the wall, and bet you 
can match the first roll before you get a 7...." 

The blonde shook her head in confusion ... It was no use. She was so jittery 
she was sure she'd never be able to learn the new game tonight. She gulped 
her brandy, hoping it would make her relax. Seeing her empty glass, Dodge 
got up to refill it. 

He set it down in front of her and said, "Listen, I'll be your partner. That 
way you don't have to worry about the game ... You can just be my bank. 
How's that?" 

That sounded to JoAnn like they wanted her money again. "Y-your bank? What 
do you mean? I don't have...." 

"Not money, JoAnn," Danny broke in. "Clothes. You let Dodge roll for you and 
bet with your clothes!" Arty winked approvingly. 

"Oh, I couldn't do that!" JoAnn cried immediately. 

"Why not?" the singer asked. "You've heard of strip poker before ... Well 
this is ... strip craps!" He tightened his face into the hard meaningful 
expression he'd used on her this afternoon. He knew he could get her to 
submit to the lewd suggestion by making her think she had to comply for her 
husband's sake. She was quite a pushover, this Douglas chick, and she 
couldn't very well refuse him his innocent request now that she'd been so 
acquiescent earlier. 

"How about it?" he said, cocking one eyebrow to release her from his harsh 
gaze. 

"Well ... Okay. Just one game, though, or whatever you call it." She didn't 
like the idea at all, but she took some comfort in the fact that Dodge would 
be her partner, and as her partner, he certainly couldn't let her down. She 
wondered what kind of luck he usually had at shooting craps. 

The three men got up from the table and pushed it to one side of the room. 
JoAnn-stood up, too, wondering what this game of "craps" was really like. 
Her mind wandered through some frightening illicit thoughts when she saw 
Danny pull the leather cushions from the sofa onto the floor. It looked 
like-God, no!-he was making some kind of bed in the middle of the living 
room carpet! She flinched instinctively when he motioned her to sit down on 
one of the cushions. 

"It's okay ... You have to sit on the floor so you can roll against the 
wall," Dodge explained. He cupped two clacking dice in his hands and shook 
them pensively. 

He knelt on the carpet about five feet from the wall, and crouched down even 
further because he was so gangly. He wound up his arm as if he was going to 
pitch a baseball, and released the transparent red dice both at once. They 
clicked against the wall, and came to rest in the plush pile of the carpet 
... a 3 and a 2. 

"Five," he said to JoAnn. "That means if I roll a five before I get a seven, 
we win." The nervous young wife leaned forward with interest to watch his 
next roll. It made it more comprehensible when she knew she had to watch for 
something specific. She even felt her excitement mounting as she hurriedly 
added up the dice as they fell on the carpet ... 6 and 2, 8 ... 4 and 4, 8 
again ... I and 2, 3 ... 3 and ... and ... The second die balanced 
precariously on a peak in the high pile of the shag rug, threatening to 
topple over to one side or the other. Please be a two, please be a two, 
JoAnn was chanting over and over to herself. But the die fell-a four. 

"That's seven," Arty exclaimed, whisking up the dice and taking back the two 
ten dollar bills he'd laid in front of him. "You lose ... One to me and one 
to Danny." 

JoAnn was flustered for a moment, but Dodge gently nudged her. "You're my 
bank, sweetheart ... Pay up." 

All six eyes were trained on her expectantly, waiting for her to make a 
move. Her face turned red as she looked each of them in the face, searching 
for some kind of reprieve, some acknowledgement that this wasn't for real, 
but only a big joke. No one moved. Finally, she pulled her legs forward in 
front of her, feeling her skirt fall away from her knees to reveal the 
slender white columns of her luscious thighs. She brought one knee up to her 
breasts, reaching for the buckle of her patent leather shoe. God, she was 
really going through with this. 

Arty's eyes riveted on the silk smoothness of her enticingly outstretched 
leg as he bent forward to observe it closely. While JoAnn struggled with the 
dainty buckle, her skirt slunk farther down toward her buttocks revealing 
the black lace of her garter belt to his leering eyes. She jerked at the 
shoe clumsily and slid it off her foot. Immediately putting her leg back 
down on the floor, she handed the shoe to Arty. She looked around, waiting 
for the game to begin again. 

"Me, too, sweetheart," Danny reminded tauntingly, pointing to the twenty on 
the floor in front of him. "I was betting against you too." 

JoAnn shifted to the other buttock as a shiver of apprehension swept up her 
spine. She was directly in Danny's line of vision, and he glowered 
lasciviously as he watched the thinly clinging skirt inch down toward the 
crevice between her bent leg and her trembling belly. Her fingers worked 
rapidly to undo the other shoe, as her skirt slipped away to expose the 
other black garter stretching over her milk-white thigh. She fairly yanked 
the shoe off, and tossed it toward Danny, who was grinning lewdly. It 
wouldn't take long to undress this voluptuous little bitch, at the rate of 
two garments a roll! 

The troubled blonde sighed in relief and again looked toward Arty to begin 
his roll. 

"Un, uh, baby. You owe one more," the sly man said. 

"One more? Why?" 

"Don't play dumb with us, JoAnn," Danny snapped. 

"We have to place a bet," Dodge explained. "If we win, you get it back ... 
Now take off your stocking and put it right here." He patted the carpet in 
front of JoAnn's cushion. 

It was hopeless, she thought to herself as she saw the glazed look in the 
three men's eyes. They'd been drinking a lot since they'd been back in the 
hotel room, and she was afraid of what they might do if they were drunk. 
There was no safe way to escape the humiliation that was in store for her 
... She had to trust it to chance, and hope Dodge got lucky with the dice. 
Her fingers trembling, she bent forward again, stretching the firm 
voluptuous whiteness of her leg out to its full length. She could feel every 
inch of it quivering warmly into the deep nap of the carpet. 

All three men bent forward eagerly, their eyes devouring the lusciously 
beautiful woman who was beginning to roll the hem of her slinky silk skirt 
back over her full firm thighs. Her fingers were shaking so desperately that 
she could barely undo the garter clasp. 

"Need some help there?" Arty leered, sliding over closer to her on the 
carpet. Before she realized what was happening, he was breathing hotly into 
her neck, as his hands wormed around her body to steady her quaking fingers. 
He gripped her arms and held her in position so he could press lewdly up 
against her, rubbing the hard rigid bulge of his cock into the small of her 
back. As she wriggled to loosen his grip, it suddenly leaped up even harder 
inside his pants. While his one hand still held her arm close into her 
chest, the other hand slid slowly up the length of her stocking-sheathed 
thigh, right past the garter clasp and onto the silky smooth skin below her 
panties. She could feel his tongue slurping lewdly by her ear as his fingers 
curled underneath the top of her stocking. She sat rigid, her entire body 
immobilized in fear, and in spite of herself she could feel the first tiny 
sparks of desire beginning to lick at her loins as she found herself being 
undressed in front of these obscenely leering men. She shivered as Arty 
jerked the stocking rudely from the garter snap, and his fingers began to 
massage the white tremulous softness of her naked young thigh. Slowly, inch 
by inch, his hands guided the smooth material of the stocking down over the 
ripely flaring curve of her leg, brushing against her voluptuously naked 
thigh and sending sensuous ripples reverberating upward to the pit of her 
belly. 

JoAnn sat practically motionless through Arty's rude torment. He was 
confirming her worst-suspicions about him, the doubts she'd nurtured all 
night. He was a crafty con man, out to get his share, no matter who he had 
to step on, or degrade. His warmly enveloping body pressed around her like a 
heavy shawl only made her more acutely conscious of her distaste for him. If 
only she had been more discriminating about who she let Danny invite to 
dinner, none of this would be happening ... She'd be home in bed, dreaming 
peacefully of Jerry's return. 

With a sudden jerking motion, Arty pulled her back harder against his penis, 
pressing firmly on her belly to push her buttocks back. She squirmed with 
her hands, but he caught her wrists and pulled them back into her breasts in 
his vise-like grip. "Roll down that stocking," he commanded hoarsely, 
without releasing either of her hands. 

Clumsily, the young woman raised her other foot and began rubbing it against 
her leg. She smoothed the filmy silk over the sensuous curve of her knee by 
pushing at it with her stocking-encased toes. Then she caressed her calf 
with the arch of her foot, trying to roll the stocking over her slender 
muscles. Finally, the transparent garment was in a little bunch at her 
ankle, and no matter how hard she rubbed her legs together, she couldn't 
manage to slip it off her foot. 

Finally the clever man released her arms, and reached over himself to pull 
the stocking triumphantly from her toes. 

"Who needs dice?" he said, resuming his seat on the cushion, dangling the 
stocking like a trophy in the air. He let it slide slowly over all his hairy 
fingers as he dropped it on the carpet in front of Dodge and JoAnn. 

Then, he raised up on his knees to prepare his master roll. The two red 
cubes flew quickly from his hand, hitting the wall with a loud "clack" and 
jumping back in front of the players. JoAnn leaned excitedly forward to see 
what he had rolled. A 3 and a 4-seven! 

"We won!" she cried exultantly, reaching for the stocking. 

But Dodge stopped her hand with his own. "No ... we lost." 

"When we had a seven, I had to give up my shoes! So when Arty gets a seven, 
I get my stocking back!" If Dodge was trying to tease her, he was picking 
the wrong way to do it. It wasn't fair if they were changing the rules so 
she would always lose. 

"Calm down, little lady," Danny interrupted. "If you roll a seven first 
time, you win. Otherwise, you only win if you match your first roll before 
you get a seven. Understand?" 

She didn't, and she frankly suspected the men were up to some kind of trick. 
But she was afraid she might offend them if she expressed her unsatisfied 
suspicions, so she nodded and slumped into her cushion. 

"What's your bet this time, baby?" Danny boomed, handing the dice back to 
Arty. 

JoAnn's mouth dropped open. "Again? I just gave him my stocking!" She was 
sure it was some kind of trick now. They'd only taken two turns, and already 
she seemed to be half undressed. It wasn't fair the way they were playing, 
and it made it worse to know she couldn't do anything about it. It would 
have been better if she'd played for money ... At least then, she wouldn't 
be losing her pride at every unfortunate roll of the dice. 

"If we win," she said firmly to Dodge, who seemed to be her only hope, "I'm 
quitting. Three turns of this game is enough." 

The tall man only shrugged and looked back and forth between Arty and Danny. 
Arty raised his eyebrow in indecision, but Danny shook his head in finality. 
He hadn't even had a chance yet, and the way his cock was whipping around 
inside his pants, he wasn't about to let her get off so easy. He wanted to 
see her naked little cunt and those big hot tits, and he didn't want to have 
to wait all night. 

"No, I'm sorry, JoAnn ... Ante up!" 

For a long moment the blonde hesitated as the pairs of leering eyes were 
once again turned on her. It was now or never, she absolutely had to win. 
Slowly, reluctantly, she pushed back her skirt over her thighs and undid the 
remaining garter strap. Her fingers pushed the rippling sheerness of the 
stocking over her thigh, and she laid it neatly in front of her. 

She brought her legs back underneath her buttocks, trying to hide them from 
the three men's gazes. She leaned forward as much as she dared, and watched 
the nerve-wracking roll of Arty's dice. His first roll was a nine, so she 
knew she had to watch for seven. If Arty rolled a seven before he rolled 
another nine, she and Dodge would win. In spite of her embarrassing 
predicament, the young wife was soon caught up in the agonizing suspense ... 
2 and 2, 4 ... 2 and 4, 6 ... 3 and 3, 6 ... 3 and 5,8 ... Why couldn't he 
roll a seven? He'd rolled two sixes and an eight ... It wasn't fair! And 
then he rolled a 6 and a 3-nine! 

"Well, I'll be damned," he exclaimed in a pleased voice, leaning over to 
collect Danny's $20 bill and JoAnn's other stocking. It looked like this was 
going to be his lucky night. 

His obvious pleasure wasn't helping JoAnn any. She felt miserably sure that 
there was no way she was ever going to win, the way they kept changing the 
rules. She looked on carelessly as Arty shot again. 

"Shit! Snake eyes!" he cursed, his eyes flashing at the pair of ones. He 
relinquished the dice and his money to Danny Cochran. 

"Well, what do we get?" JoAnn demanded, sitting upright. 

"Nothing, sweetheart," Dodge explained wearily. "You didn't bet. You have to 
ante up before the toss, if you want to win on it." He turned her head 
toward the singer, who was shaking the dice as he prepared to hurl them 
toward the wall. But he looked up disapprovingly at the Douglas woman and 
checked his roll. 

"You're not going to pull that again, are you? ... If you're in, place your 
bet!" 

JoAnn looked questioningly to Dodge, but he just nodded at her blouse. "Give 
him that, and let's see those pretty tits of yours." The tall man's 
salacious language burned in her ears and her trembling hands moved up from 
her lap to the top button of her striped silk blouse. 

"Good, good," Danny encouraged. "Take it nice and slow. Give us a nice a big 
tease." JoAnn's cheeks burned at his insolent words, but with torturous 
slowness, she slipped the first button loose to reveal the pale expanse of 
her upper chest to the insatiable eyes of the three obscenely staring men. 
Now her fingers tremblingly descended to the second button and released it 
from the button hole. 

The loose blouse teasingly parted to reveal a hint of the deep narrow 
cleavage that swelled beneath. She could feel their lascivious glances 
boring into her as sharp pangs of wicked excitement charged up her spine in 
spite of the horrible situation she found herself in. God, they look like 
they want to run their tongues all over my skin! 

"Okay, okay ... Get it off. We haven't got all night, you know ... Your 
husband's coming in the morning," Danny taunted cruelly. 

Hurriedly, JoAnn's fingers undid the last two buttons and unbuckled the 
dainty belt. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward to slide the blouse off 
her arms, feeling the voluptuous mounds of her breasts swell tantalizingly 
from her filmy d'collet' brassiere. 

She held the blouse delicately with her fingertips, poising it in front of 
her body so it afforded some minor protection. Little by little the last 
vestiges of her feminine modesty were being stripped away from her. Danny 
had one of her shoes, and Arty had both stockings and the other. She was 
reluctant to let the blouse fall from her fingers, because she was certain 
that by some unfair twist of the rules they would make her give that up too. 
She had to win this time ... she just had to! Hesitatingly, she let the 
blouse slip from her fingers and fall in a little heap in front of her. 

"That's better!" Danny approved, raising the dice once more to his lips for 
good luck. He jiggled them in his hand and rolled them along the carpet, so 
they barely ticked against the wall before coming to a stop. 

JoAnn leaned forward, her huge white breasts threatening to pop right out of 
her skimpy bra. She strained to read the dice, and when she hunched up off 
her buttocks she reddened, realizing suddenly that none of the men were 
looking at the dice; they were all staring straight at her translucent 
flesh-toned bra! Hurriedly she sat upright again, drawing her arms nervously 
over her chest. She'd temporarily forgotten her delicate situation ... She'd 
been too worried about the dice. 

As soon as she recovered herself, Dodge and Danny turned their attention to 
the dice, but Arty maintained a watchful leering gaze on the frightened 
blonde. He was getting anxious for the strip to go on, and he'd lost all 
interest in the paltry sums of money changing hands. 

"It's an eight," Dodge reported to his dazed partner. 

"So what do I have to take off now?" she asked miserably, all the time aware 
of Arty's lustful stare. 

"Nothing yet," the tall man winked. "See what his next roll is." 

JoAnn could hardly believe that they could actually roll the dice again 
without making her remove her clothing. 

"Unless you want to double your bet...." Dodge continued. "Just think, if we 
put that skirt in, and we won, you'd have your skirt and blouse back, and 
also both stockings!" JoAnn could tell he was trying to coax her into doing 
it, by tempting her with the possibility that she could wind up with almost 
all her clothes back on one more roll. 

She hesitated a moment to consider the wisdom of his suggestion. She knew 
that she had lost on four consecutive bets, and even with her limited 
understanding of gambling, she could see that her chances of losing again 
were getting less. All she needed to do was make the one big bet-everything 
but her bra and panties-and win, and she'd recoup all her losses. It made 
her shudder to find herself thinking like a gambler, like a common 
small-time criminal, but in her desperate position, it seemed to be the only 
logical way to look at it. She was sure Jerry would have done the same 
thing, if he'd been faced with a similar problem. 

Oh, God, Jerry, Forgive me! she apologized mutely as she slowly felt around 
the waistband of her skirt for the hook and zipper packet. She closed her 
eyes to the lewd stares of the three fascinated men as she stood up to slip 
daintily out of the swishy silk skirt. 

They watched as the rippling stripes slithered over her ripely rounded 
buttocks, catching slightly on the elastic waistband of her panties, and 
then slowly dropping below her naked satin-smooth thighs. The muscles of her 
slender thigh tightened alluringly as she raised her right leg to step out 
of the top of the skirt, bringing first her knee, then her long enticingly 
curved calf, and finally her pretty ankle and small foot over the edge of 
the material. She let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped lightly out 
with the other foot, revealing the long expanse of her nakedly white legs. 

Then she boldly reached behind her waist, bravely bearing the lust-dilated 
eyes that nearly penetrated her with their intense gazes. 

"I'm going to raise my bet," she announced, controlling the quiver in her 
voice. Her fingers found the tiny hook that held her delicate black lace 
garter belt, and she wriggled her hips sensually to loosen the erotic 
undergarment. Holding it before her with just her thumb and forefinger, she 
let them get a good look at it before she let it fall on top of her 
discarded skirt. She didn't want there to be any mistake. She was betting 
three, and she expected to get both stockings and a shoe back if she won. 

Then she quickly sat down, huddling her knees close to her body, to get what 
little protection she could from them. She stared firmly at the red cubes in 
Danny's hand as he prepared to roll. 

The singer grinned licentiously, seeming to stare right through the filmy 
underclothes to the sensuous skin of her erogenous zones. Without even 
looking at the dice, he hurled them toward the wall. 

Six! Five! Ten! Five! JoAnn waited breathlessly for the seven that had to 
land up. With each roll, Danny's chances of turning up a seven increased ... 
Three! Another six ... and then a pair of fours! 

With a deep involuntary moan, JoAnn sank back into the cushion. She had been 
tricked, wickedly tricked into placing the heavy bet. Dodge was no longer on 
her side. He had deliberately talked her into taking the foolish risk of 
throwing all her clothes into the kitty, and now she had lost everything ... 
everything! If they played anymore, she would be absolutely stark naked, 
utterly exposed to these vile men and their leering eyes, just like the 
lechers that used to frequent her step-father's nightclub. There must be a 
way out of it. She must have paid her debt by now ... She'd cooperated just 
as far as she could with the obscene demands of the three former criminals. 

She looked fearfully into each of the gamblers' faces in turn, hoping for 
some sign of reassurance, some indication that the game had reached its 
logical conclusion. But they all met her eyes evenly, telling her clearly 
without using words that the game would go on ... She would have to comply 
or ruin her husband's career. 

The entertainer wound up for the toss, and glared at the frightened young 
wife. "Are you in this time?" He made it sound like an absolute command, 
even though it should have been a question. 

JoAnn turned to Dodge for a reply, He was the gambler ... She was just ... 
just the money, like some kind of common whore. 

"Hell, yes, we're in," the thin man responded. "Now honey, let's put up our 
bet." He grinned lewdly at the young blonde. He was beginning to realize the 
full value of her "assets" and he wanted to see them for himself, out in the 
open instead of imprisoned in the inadequately encasing brassiere. 

The callous tone of his command stifled all the resistance in her, and there 
was something about the abnormal length of his masculine body that sent 
unwanted waves of lewd desire pulsing through her loins. She could feel the 
grip of the familiar nervous trembling seizing her and her hands stretched 
behind her back to reach for the hooks of her brassiere. 

It was odd, she thought, that she could be getting these obscene wisps of 
forbidden pleasure by undressing in front of these men. Always before, she 
had violently despised the lustful eyes of vile men roaming over her naked 
body, ever since she was a teenager. That was why she had always avoided 
adult males her own age, and searched out gentle young boys to satisfy her 
strange urges toward exhibitionism. And suddenly, tonight, in front of these 
three strangers that she was sure she didn't like, she was beginning to feel 
the overpowering urgency she had felt when she found the boys playing on the 
river or walking down the sidewalk. 

She pulled clumsily at the flimsy elastic band, the bulging mounds of her 
full sensuous breasts protruding firmly outward as she straightened her 
back. In spite of her fear and initial reluctance the excitement of taking 
her bra off in front of these inconsiderate men caused her wetly throbbing 
pussy lips to flare open in obscene desire. She could feel the sharp-pointed 
buds of her nipples springing out yearningly against the restraint of her 
silken brassiere.... 

And suddenly her fumbling fingers managed to unhook the fastener. She held 
the two ends of her bra tantalizingly behind her back for a long moment, and 
then, let it fall loose. It hung precariously on the tiny knobs of her 
protruding nipples for an agonizing second, and then it slid down over her 
shoulders. As it fell limply to the carpet, the firm twin mounds of her 
ripely upthrust breasts burst forth to the excited gazes of the watchful 
males. 

"Ooooo, baby! That's what I call tits!" 

Arty whistled, his eyes wide in amazement, a leering grin playing on his 
lips. JoAnn shuddered at the thought of her unwanted nakedness and folded 
her arms across her breasts in a futile effort to hide herself from the raw 
lustful gazes. Only her tiny white bikini panties, which were not that much 
bigger than a suggestive g-string, stood between her and complete nudity 
before these sophisticated lechers. 

"Let's see what I've got...." Danny said finally, turning from the 
lust-inspiring vision of JoAnn Douglas's nearly naked body to the little 
plastic cubes that bounced along the carpet. A five ... and a six. 

"Hell!" he swore, throwing the dice in front of Dodge Holloway. "Goddamn 
eleven!" He grabbed greedily for JoAnn's bra and the green bills in front of 
Arty. 

"D-did you lose?" the blonde asked innocently, not understanding why he was 
getting upset if he still got to take the money. 

"Nah ... I lose my turn, but"-his eyes glinted like obsidian-"I still win 
the bet!" He dangled the loosely empty cups of her relinquished brassiere by 
the thin strap and laughed salaciously as his buddies chuckled. Dodge 
reached a huge hand out and made a swipe for the undergarment, as if he were 
going to retrieve it for his tensely trembling partner, but Danny jerked it 
away. 

"You'd hardly think those huge melons she's got would fit in a skimpy little 
thing like this, would you?" Danny said musingly, taking a long look at the 
spoils he had just won. 

Arty was getting impatient with the horsing around and he reached over and 
nudged JoAnn in the side. His hand rested too long at her waist as he said, 
"Come on, get your partner to roll." He twisted his fingers into the 
yielding flesh and she squirmed when she felt them slip downward toward her 
last remnant of respectability, her tiny panties. 

"Oh, no-now, stop!" she heard herself complain to the shrewd man who was 
taking unfair advantage of her. 

"In due time," he hissed, slipping his fingers under the waistband. "I'm 
going to win these little bikinis," he promised, snapping the elastic into 
her waist as he settled back onto his cushion. 

The tall thin Dodge rattled the dice and threw them toward the wall. JoAnn 
leaned toward him in interest, her eyes glued to the dancing red cubes as 
they came to rest on the carpet in front of him. It was double fives, a ten. 

"Sorry, JoAnn," Dodge apologized to his tense young partner. "That's one of 
the hardest rolls of all to duplicate...." 

It was as if the dice as well as the three men were part of a conspiracy 
against her! She suddenly felt as if she wanted to cry, or whisk away all 
her clothes from these vile creatures and run away. It was all Jerry's fault 
anyway. If he hadn't told her especially to be particularly gracious with 
these people, she would have gone home right after dinner. The only reason 
she came here, she told herself, was to please Jerry, to make sure he didn't 
lose the best client he'd had in years. Oh, Jerry, why can't you 
understand?! 

But she realized that she couldn't expect her wonderful husband to 
understand, not completely anyway. He didn't know about her horrible 
compulsion, her hopeless addiction to exposing herself. He couldn't possibly 
comprehend the nervous trembling and feverish headache that would come over 
her, and remain until she relieved them the only way she knew how. And he 
certainly wouldn't understand the deep guilty shame that engulfed her after 
each time she succumbed to the depraved urges, the shame that prompted her 
to agree to anything-absolutely anything-that could atone for her wickedly 
sinful behavior. 

What she was getting tonight was what she deserved, she scolded herself 
harshly. She deserved it because today she had given in to her perversion 
instead of giving her full efforts to the entertaining she had promised to 
do for her husband. If she hadn't been so awful to those boys today, she 
would have been able to hold her head up in front of Danny Cochran this 
afternoon, and she definitely would have been able to refuse this obscene 
dice game now. With a renewed determination, the tormented young wife pursed 
her lips and nodded to the thin shooter to continue. 

She tried to affect disinterest with his continuing rolls, trying to 
convince herself to accept the worst. After all, it was only her flimsy 
white panties now, and then there was nothing more they could remove-unless 
they counted hairpins as clothing, she thought wryly. She would just have to 
stand it for a few more minutes, and then it would all be over. 

"Six!" Arty called out. 

"Snake eyes!" Danny read. 

Snake eyes! Does that mean it's over? When Arty rolled two ones, he lost the 
round ... she didn't dare remind them, in case they were going to let it 
pass. 

"You're lucky we didn't get that on the first roll, my dear," Dodge said 
turning to her. "We would've lost if you had...." 

JoAnn didn't reply. She just watched and listened mutely. 

"Five!" 

"Nine!" 

"Three!" 

And then there was a pause ... a long heavy silence. JoAnn felt all eyes 
turn in her direction, glittering lecherously.... 

"Seven," Dodge reported darkly. "We lost." 

With firm and final resolve, JoAnn stood slowly up off the leather cushion. 
She waited for several seconds, giving them all time to .anticipate the 
enormity of what she was about to do. This was the ultimate humiliation, the 
final depravity to which she was being forced to stoop. She moved her 
fingers slowly and deliberately down the sensual curves of her waist and 
belly. She hesitated tantalizingly at the thin elastic waistband of her 
panties. 

Then with a sudden movement, she grasped both sides of the elastic firmly 
with both hands, stretching it slightly away from her body. She rolled it 
slowly down over the white flatness of her belly, slowly down until just the 
faintest wisps of her curling blonde pubic hair appeared over the top of the 
silky material. 

She turned around, and the men could see just the slightest shadow of the 
crevice between her firm round buttocks, so erotically sheathed in the 
vanishing skin of her panties. It grew longer and deeper as the filmy fabric 
gradually descended, exposing more and more of the soft molded flesh of her 
ass-cheeks ... until finally the elastic sprang over the sensuously curving 
mounds with a barely audible snap, and fell suddenly to the floor. 

JoAnn turned around frontward again, crossing her legs delicately so that 
only the tiniest golden triangle of her pubic vee was visible. She slipped 
her feet out of the fallen panties and leaned over to pick them up. With an 
exaggerated gesture, she swooped them off the floor and tossed them 
elegantly toward the hypnotized singer. Danny reached out mechanically and 
caught the tiny film of material as it floated down toward his lap.... 

"Well," JoAnn said boldly, still standing with her leg demurely crossed in 
front of her. "You won ... So is that all?" 

Danny looked as if he was about to agree with her, but Arty jumped up from 
his cushion. 

"No! I bet on that one too. What do I get?" 

JoAnn turned a surprised face toward the dark-haired gambler. "Well, that's 
all the clothes I have! I can't play anymore." 

"But you still owe me something baby ... Arty insisted, with a glint in his 
eye. "Can't you think of another way to pay up? ... I bet the boys here 
would be able to think of something...." 

"Whatever do you mean?!" the blonde demanded indignantly. A slow creeping 
suspicion was slithering into her consciousness, and she tried with all her 
strength to stifle it. They just couldn't be thinking of ... of that. They 
just couldn't.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

While JoAnn Douglas stood paralyzed under the gazes of three lustful 
gamblers, her husband sat lost in thought on his motel bed fifteen hundred 
miles north in Portland, Oregon. He was thinking about his wife, and her 
dealings with the promising singer. He glanced at the electric alarm clock 
on the bed stand ... nearly midnight. His wife would be back from dinner by 
now; he decided to give her a call. 

Ever since he'd talked to her on the phone earlier in the evening, he had 
been plagued by an undefined seed of worry, that had grown to greater 
proportions during the evening. He had tried going to bed at ten, and found 
he couldn't sleep. He'd gotten up, dressed, and gone to the bar in the motel 
lobby for a drink, but even that hadn't stilled the nagging uncertainty that 
lurked in his mind. Something had been bothering JoAnn this evening, 
something different from the normal fidgetiness she was so often displaying. 
It had something to do with the singer. 

He sincerely hoped nothing was going wrong that would change Danny Cochran's 
mind about the contract he'd flown out to sign, but at the same time, he 
felt even greater concern for his vulnerable young wife. He had never 
actually talked to the singer fact-to-face, and he began to consider the 
possibility that he had mistaken the man's character and intentions. It 
didn't often happen, he mused, that he could be fooled by a man's voice and 
his own impressions, but there was always the offside chance. And he 
remembered that Danny had thrived on his skills at deceptions for ten years 
before deciding to travel the honest route to success. Could it be that he, 
Jerry Douglas, had actually made a mistake in negotiating a contract with 
the entertainer? 

He suddenly wished he was through with his business in Oregon and could fly 
home right then. He had only one appointment tomorrow morning-he should've 
taken care of that this afternoon. He thought about calling the man at home 
right then, but midnight was too late for a business call, and there were no 
flights to L.A. until morning anyway. No, he might as well just call JoAnn 
and see what she thought about Danny. 

Hurriedly, the booking agent dialed his home phone number, and waited 
impatiently for his wife to answer. He let it ring several times, thinking 
that she might be in bed already, or possibly in the shower. But after two 
long minutes of nerve-wracking waiting, Jerry decided she was out. Now he 
was really confused. 

She couldn't be out at the restaurant; it closed at midnight. And she wasn't 
home or she would've answered the phone. That left him at the agonizing 
conclusion that she was somewhere with the singer, and for the first time an 
inkling of suspicion crept into his mind ... JoAnn, his beautiful, blonde 
wife was somewhere with Danny Cochran, the handsome up-and-coming singing 
star. The idea was unbearable. 

He pounded his hand into the pillow, thinking how he had put her up to it. 
He had asked her to meet him at the airport, and he had made her take him 
out to dinner. It was almost as though he had deliberately thrown her at 
him. But what could he do, so far away and so late at night? 

He wished now that he had been more vigilant when he had first wondered 
about JoAnn's nervousness. Maybe if he'd done something at first, right 
then, he'd have found out what the problem was and it could have been solved 
by now. If JoAnn was cheating on him, or if she was considering it, they 
could have seen a marriage counselor and straightened it all out. If he 
wasn't so damn busy with his work all the time! It was just as much his 
fault as it was hers, the way he always had to ignore her when he was tied 
up with business.... 

The bothered husband lay back on the bed, not even taking his clothes off. 

* * * 

In Los Angeles, Arty Fleishman approached the nakedly trembling JoAnn 
Douglas. He stood inches away from her fearful young body, not touching her, 
but devouring her with his intense stare. 

"I think a little taste of your spicy young pussy would settle that debt, 
don't you?" 

"I won't! ... You can't make me do it " she protested violently. It was bad 
enough that they had stripped her naked in their presence. Now it was 
completely unfair of them to demand the lewdest and most vile acts 
imaginable from her. 

"The fuck I can't," the gambler cursed, his hands clamping her wrists 
together in a tight squeeze. 

Suddenly the room fell dead with a tomb-like silence. Dodge snorted from the 
back of the room, and Danny Cochran leaned forward expectantly. Arty's face 
was contorted in a mask of animalistic lust as he led the blonde woman over 
to the sofa. 

JoAnn fought against the strong feelings of revulsion rising inside her, but 
there was nothing she could do. She had agreed to the dice game, and now she 
had gotten in too deep. The only thing she could do was try to appease them, 
and then get out of there as fast as she could. 

In a zombie-like trance she moved toward the couch, her naked feet clinging 
to the carpet on the floor. Only the sound of rapid heavy breathing 
punctured the tense silence filling the room. Inch by inch Arty pulled her 
toward him on the couch, until she could feel his hands release their grip 
around her wrists and curl around the soft cheeks of her buttocks. His 
fingers pressed deeply into the resilient flesh of her ass-cheeks as he drew 
her fearfully trembling body between his legs where he sat on the couch. His 
glazed eyes stared up at her proud uplifted breasts in naked lust, and 
suddenly, pulling her right onto his head, he plunged forward and buried his 
face between her invitingly firm thighs. A strange animalistic growl rumbled 
from his chest, making her jump with fright. 

JoAnn struggled and squealed at the sudden assault, gripping his head, 
trying to force it back from the tender blonde triangle of her cuntal vee. 

"It isn't fair!" she insisted again, clenching her eyes tightly shut. She 
was sure that the liberties they were taking with her were not what her 
husband meant by showing them a good time. She felt that sinking feeling she 
had felt this afternoon with Danny, when she had agreed to so many of his 
suggestions because she felt Jerry would want it that way, until she found 
she had gone too far, and there was no turning back. She tried to review the 
events of tonight, trying to find the place where she'd made her mistake, 
but in her frantic dilemma, she found she couldn't think straight. The ideas 
wouldn't come, and the only thing dominating her mind was the obscene 
penalty the gambler was eliciting from her to pay her debt. 

Her squirming protest was ignored, and Arty's tongue flicked out and up the 
sensitive naked flesh of her inner thighs. She threw back her head and 
winced at the sudden contact with her erogenous zones of the man's wetly 
licking tongue. 

Greedily, the gambler began to lick in tantalizing circles at the hair-lined 
lips of her vagina. His tongue flicked relentlessly against the trembling 
flesh, and traced slow tortured circles around the wetly quivering mound. 

"Please, nooo...." JoAnn pleaded, her hands locked tightly into his hair as 
she tried to push him away. But the more she struggled, the more excited the 
man became. His thumbs slipped over her protruding pelvic bones and his 
fingers locked on her buttocks, twisting and squeezing them as his tongue 
tested the first warm drops of the shimmering moisture of arousal up between 
the lips of her hotly throbbing pussy. 

Oh God, she thought in horror. I'm lost now. Against her will the tiny 
droplets of lust-secretion continued to dampen her palpitating pussy lips, 
no matter how much she fought the lewd pleasure. Horrible thoughts of 
submission ran wild through her mind, as her pelvis jerked up in helpless 
passion against the obscene man's face. His fingers dug harder into her 
sensually rounded buttocks as his tongue sawed deeper and deeper up into her 
wetly undulating cunt. 

"Holy shit, look at her go!" Dodge exclaimed from behind her as he moved 
toward her backside to get a better view of the salacious spectacle. He 
wouldn't have thought she would do it before, because she seemed like such a 
meekly reserved young woman. But her sporting attitude in the dice game had 
convinced him he was wrong about her, and now his only interest was to see 
how far they could take her with their licentious demands. 

"She's some goddamn cunt," Danny replied, remembering that afternoon. 
JoAnn's wildly twisting loins bucked and swayed against the relentless 
tongue lewdly licking at her private areas. She could feel his prickly 
day-old beard grinding into the trembling flesh of her inner thighs as his 
head burrowed feverishly up against the eager throbbing bulge of her cunt. 

"You can't do this to me ... Please stop...." she moaned helplessly, 
beginning to yank at Arty's hair. But when she told her fingers to pull his 
head away, they disobeyed and pushed it harder and harder in against her 
savagely bucking pussy. 

"God, I can't watch anymore," Dodge suddenly decided, lurching toward the 
squirming woman. He leaped in behind her and fell to his knees, fastening 
his hands around her naked curving calves. Excitedly he thrust his head 
between her slightly parted legs and began tracing light tickling trails up 
the back of her quivering white thighs with his tongue. 

JoAnn jerked forward at the unexpected wet contact against the backs of her 
thighs and as she did so, another low animal growl broke from Arty's throat 
and his tongue shot up even deeper into her hotly throbbing pussy in front. 

"Oh, Uuuummmmmnn," the blonde woman mewled wantonly, her whole body 
shivering from the unnatural sensations of forbidden lust that rippled over 
her spine. 

Wanton sounds of loud hunger were rumbling from the tall man's chest, too, 
as he licked at the narrow deep crevice of her ass. 

Suddenly his wet, snake-like tongue thrust out hard into the sensuous split 
and guided into the thin opening between her trembling ass-cheeks. 

"Oh God! It's too much! Please don't!" she cried frantically. Her body 
seemed to desert her. She had to make them stop, she had to stop it now, 
before everything was lost. The ceaseless licking of her loins was sending 
showers of obscene sparks all through her hopelessly aroused body. 

But again her pleas went unheeded and now she could feel a third pair of 
hands circling around her naked belly and gliding up toward her fearfully 
swaying breasts. All thoughts of the dice game had fled from Danny Cochran's 
mind now as he joined the other two eager men in their greedy assault on the 
madly squirming young housewife's body. His hands cupped the richly 
trembling mounds of her breasts and he began kneading the firm hot flesh 
until wanton cries of lewd arousal escaped uncontrollably from her tortured 
lips. 

"Oooh, Mmmmnn, It feels so goood!" she cried, her head flailing from side to 
side. She flinched when she heard the words from her own mouth. Oh, God! 
What am I saying? I've got to get out of here. This has got to stop! 

Danny's fingers tweaked at her small pink nipples, bringing them into rigid 
hardness as he heatedly stretched and rolled them. All around her fingers 
and tongues were licking and pricking her body, building up the wild wanton 
sensations, until she thought she was going to explode. 

It was now or never-if she didn't get hold of herself and make a break for 
it she would not only be a prisoner of the three obscenely aroused men, she 
would also be a prisoner of her own lewdly responding body. With a great 
effort of will-power, she made a struggling attempt to free herself of the 
six groping and caressing hands that surrounded her. Arms and legs flailed 
out at her as she suddenly broke their grip, but she didn't even manage to 
turn around. Arty's strong arms quickly caught her as she tried to regain 
her balance, and he righted her twisting body squarely in front of him. 

"Not so fast, my dear, not so fast. You're hardly through yet ... I can tell 
by that hot little cunt of yours, that you aren't ready to leave at all!" 
The confident gambler spoke in a calm, meaningful tone, looking her directly 
in the eye. 

JoAnn felt her face burn with shame when she realized that the three 
gamblers knew how much she had been enjoying their stroking and licking of 
her traitorous body. She wanted to sink right through the floor, and 
reappear miraculously safe at home, sleeping peacefully in bed. But another 
part of her, a stronger part of her, said Stay! Stay! You know you want to 
... And Jerry wants you to ... The thought of her dear innocent husband, so 
far away, brought a new wave of humiliation crashing over her consciousness. 
How could she be so irresponsible? Even if she had wanted to go home now, 
she would be risking the important concert deal Jerry had worked out with 
Danny. If she stayed, the deal would go through, and Jerry would never find 
out.... 

The singer certainly couldn't tell, and there was no other way her husband 
could ever discover. No, it wouldn't be wise to run out now ... There was 
less risk in staying. 

Hesitantly, both Danny and Dodge resumed their positions around JoAnn's 
tensing body, but Arty shoved them away. "No, first it's my turn ... I won 
the bet, remember?" He narrowed his eyes at the other two men, and they 
sensed he meant what he said. 

"Get down on your knees," Arty said to the woman. JoAnn could see the cold 
assurance in his eyes, and she obeyed immediately, bending slowly to the 
floor, her loins still hotly trembling from the feverish assault on them 
only moments ago. In one swift motion, Arty slid forward to the edge of the 
couch and pulled her head toward him. He spread his legs apart as she waited 
apprehensively before him. 

"Okay, now suck me," he directed. 

"Wh-what?" JoAnn was shocked by his lewd demand. She had never imagined 
anyone talking to her like that. 

"You know what I mean ... Suck my cock!" She was only inches away from his 
crotch, and she tried to turn her eyes away from the sight she knew would be 
waiting there if she looked. Suddenly she saw his hands reach out and felt 
his fingers tangling in her flailing hair. 

His huge hands cupped her head and drew it in closer to his thick bulging 
penis as he ground his loins up against her face so that she could feel the 
hardness of his already erect cock beneath the expensive material of his 
pants. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined to go through 
with the horrible act without protest. 

"Come on, baby, take it out for me," he hissed through lewdly contorted 
lips, twisting her long blonde hair in his hands until she thought he would 
pull it out. 

She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding and fumbled with the zipper 
on his fly to release the giant throbbing shaft of hard flesh underneath. 

"You better get a move on, sweetheart," Danny advised excitedly from behind. 
"Otherwise old Arty's going to cum in his pants!" Dodge joined in the 
singer's crude laughter at his obscene joke. 

Finally, after she had fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy 
instrument burst excitedly into the air through the unzipped fly. Arty 
grabbed her hair and wrapped it around the rapidly thickening penis, 
skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the 
thick foreskin a scant few inches from her eyes, her soft blonde tresses 
curled thickly around it. 

"Mmmm," he mumbled. "Feels more like a pussy with hair around it." 

Then his hands were at her lips, forcing her mouth open. He inched his hotly 
pulsating cock-head forward until it rubbed lightly against her teeth. She 
could see down the full length of the rigidly throbbing member. God, it must 
be eight inches long! She hesitated a moment, apprehensive of the thought 
that her mouth was going to be fucked like just another cunt by this 
absolutely monstrous penis that surely wouldn't fit in her tiny mouth. 

Suddenly, Arty's eager hands jerked her head toward the massive pole of 
flesh and his cock rammed forward, still covered with soft strands of her 
blonde hair, into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the giant 
head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny 
droplets of pre-ejaculate seeping from it, filling the warm cavern between 
her cheeks with its pungent, masculine taste. 

His hips on the edge of the couch began a slow undulation, the long thick 
cock and stray curls of her long blonde hair sliding in and out of her mouth 
together with a sensuous wet sucking sound guided by his large strong hands 
gripping tightly around her head. 

The two other men crowded close to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Arty 
pushed his thrusting penis and more of her hair up between her tightly 
clasping lips. Suddenly, from behind, she could feel practiced hands 
touching the smooth ivory flesh of her naked back ... hands that circled 
around her torso and began roving up underneath the full roundness of her 
breasts, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into licentious 
excitement; then slowly running back up the sides of her naked young body 
over the hour glass curves of her narrow waist. 

She could feel the fingers crawling over her nakedly kneeling flesh as her 
head rose and fell on the thick expanding cock in front of her. She could 
see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it came 
from the open fly. Her mind wandered in semi-conscious thought. Nothing 
seemed to make much difference, except to get this obscene task over with. 

She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the 
pulsing lubricated head, at the end, flicking the tip teasingly into the 
tiny slit at the end until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a 
life of its own and would erupt at any minute into a great gushing fountain 
of cum that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream. 
She would never forget this lascivious moment as long as she lived-it would 
stay with her forever and ever, as a horrible reminder of what she had to 
submit to in order to help her husband and to make up for her awful 
perverseness with young boys. 

Her tortured mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her 
degrading position magnifying the weird pleasurable sensations rising 
erotically in her belly. 

Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the hotly throbbing rod of flesh 
now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until 
she killed him. Arty twisted and groaned above her, raining obscenities down 
at the top of her bobbing blonde head and watching with delight her tightly 
ovaled lips straining at his plunging cock, thin blonde strands of her long 
beautiful hair disappearing up inside with it. Behind her, Danny played at 
her subserviently kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands 
lustfully over the milk-white softness of her trembling flesh. As he 
groaned, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked back, tracing a path 
of wild desire along her spine that sent salacious shivers running to the 
tips of her dancing breasts. His wetly heated mouth descended down to the 
vulnerable crevice of her buttocks, which his hands had already pulled wide 
apart, his fingers rummaging in the wet, hair-lined slit of her vagina that 
now throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock fucking in and out of her 
mouth. 

He moistened the tip of his extended middle finger from the excited wetness 
of her cunt and slowly stroked it up to the narrow crevice towards her tight 
little anus. The tips of his fingers slippery with her vaginal secretions, 
circled teasingly around the puckered nether ring, guarding the entrance to 
the completely virginal rectum for a moment and then with a sudden thrust, 
sunk deep inside. 

JoAnn jerked forward from the unexpected contact and Arty thrust his 
massively heated cock even deeper down her long throat until she felt as 
though it was going to choke her. She gagged a little at the choking entry, 
trying to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked 
it in from the pressure of the long extended middle finger behind her 
worming up into her small, tightly cringing anus. Grunts of protest escaped 
from her lips as the singer wormed it in deeper and deeper, expanding the 
tightness of her widely stretching rectum until she thought she couldn't 
stand another fraction of an inch of it up inside. 

Her concentration on her skewered anus was short-lived as she felt a sudden 
tightening of the hands around her head that held her mouth down on the long 
thick cock. Arty's pelvis began jerking wildly, ramming his hot throbbing 
penis deeper and deeper into her dutifully sucking mouth. She could feel his 
massive erection throbbing against the warmly clinging insides of her cheeks 
and tongue, and she knew he would soon cum in her mouth ... she would soon 
bear the brunt of the ultimate in humiliation. 

But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that 
would take her one step closer to her goal of freedom from the debt she 
supposedly owed this man. 

The slavishly kneeling young wife sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as 
it never had before while Danny Cochran fingered and teased at the tightened 
nether ring of her defenseless little rectum behind her. 

Arty groaned above her flailing head and fucked deep into her throat, 
holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. His 
cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a lewd explosive 
vengeance the first hot jets of his cum deep into her gulping throat. JoAnn 
groaned and continued her sucking, her Adam's apple bobbing in an 
increasingly rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into 
her pumping mouth. She clasped her lips into a tight elastic ring around the 
jerking instrument, lasciviously swirling her tongue around and around the 
wildly erupting head, feeling the softness of her hair rotating hotly around 
it with her tongue. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him, to punish him 
for the bitter humiliation he was forcing on her. His deep groans of 
pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It 
continued for almost an eternity until finally the hands that had clamped at 
the sides of her head fell away, and the huge throbbing cock gave one last 
hot spurt of its jetting sperm and relaxed. 

The finger in her unnaturally expanded rectum popped out, and Danny said, 
"Lick him clean and wipe it with your hair." 

JoAnn followed his command quickly, anxious to end it. She began at the 
thick base of Arty's penis where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from 
his fly and began slowly to lick around it, twirling the tip of her tongue 
into the sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She 
could feel his deflating hardness under the lewd teasing and licked more 
rapidly to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A 
moment later it was clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her 
saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated all the way 
and sank into softness. Then, she took a thick lock of her hair and wiped 
away her saliva, drying it as best she could. 

"That was all right, baby," Arty breathed appreciatively, looking down at an 
obscene trickle of semen along her chin and the glistening wetness of her 
hair around her shoulders. 

"Now are you going to give us a little, too?" Dodge asked candidly, fully 
expecting that JoAnn would be happy to comply. 

"But I...." the kneeling woman started to protest. She rose to a standing 
position to face the obscenely suggestive man, and suddenly pr realized 
again that she was completely naked. Embarrassed, she closed her mouth in a 
thin line and tried to cover her voluptuously heaving body with her arms. 

"Come on in the bedroom, sweetheart," Dodge urged, placing a hand at her 
elbow. "Let's see what you have for your gambling partner." 

Before she knew what was happening, four powerful arms had tangled around 
her, shoving her gently toward the bedroom door. They kicked the door open, 
and JoAnn saw the luxurious velvet bed, still rumpled from their activities 
in the afternoon. Her face turned crimson at the horrible reminder, and she 
made an effort to break free of Danny's and Dodge's grip, but their arms, 
though gentle, were firm and unyielding. She was trapped. 

In the living room, Arty slumped back into the sofa, unconsciously holding 
his limp, snake-like penis in his left hand, his mouth gaping open in lewd 
satiation. His sleek German shepherd stirred awake in the corner, and came 
to lay his head on his master's lap. They seemed totally oblivious to the 
commotion in the other room. 

JoAnn had decided that she had had enough. All conceivable "debts" that she 
owed the three gamblers had been repaid in full, and now she had every right 
to leave. All thoughts of acquiescence on account of Jerry's contract had 
disappeared from her distraught consciousness. Her one and only 
preoccupation was to get out of there, and get out of there fast. She 
struggled valiantly against the steel muscles that contained her. She even 
tried to kick and hit her way out, but her every thrust was promptly checked 
by a lightning-quick hand or foot. After only a few seconds she realized the 
hopelessness of her situation, and decided that the best thing to do was 
just calm down. They couldn't possibly do her any actual harm ... They were 
bound by the agreement with Jerry just as much as she was. 

"That's better, now, sweetheart," Dodge complimented her when she quieted 
down. "Just lie down here on the nice soft bed...." He urged her limply 
exhausted body face down on the thick pile of the bedspread. Then he 
hurriedly removed the tailored black pants of his dinner suit and folded 
them hastily on the chair. He climbed up on the bed, and JoAnn could feel 
the mattress sink deeply under the weight of his knees as he placed them on 
either side of her thighs. 

"Jesus, what a nice little asshole," he crooned behind her. "I'm sure going 
to like feeling it all around my cock!" 

Through her haze, she felt his powerful hand squeezing around her wantonly 
uplifted buttocks and drawing the firm ass-cheeks apart. She tried to hold 
them tensed together but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in her moist 
crevice was too strong. She felt her twin rounded buttocks being stretched 
away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot 
interior between her almost kneeling legs. 

"It's a little tight, JoAnn," Dodge reported matter-of-factly. He still 
didn't believe that the resistance she put up was real. He'd known too many 
women in his life not to know when they were sincere or not. This one, he 
judged to be a hot little bitch, and she only put up the coy front to be 
provocative. "Can you stretch your legs out more?" 

She tried to obey, but her legs only hit against his knees which straddled 
her on both sides. He lifted them away and back to allow the nude blonde to 
help him stretch her out. Then she felt the tip of his finger probing at the 
entrance of her helpless rectum and she tried to ease the muscles to let it 
open without his careless prodding. He probed for a moment on the outer 
edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, 
sinking his extended middle finger with a slight pop up to the first 
knuckle. JoAnn jumped from the anticipated pain, but it was not as keen as 
she thought it would be. The tender orifice was still stretched a bit from 
the earlier fingering while she had sucked Arty Fleishman dry. She relaxed 
purposely until she felt the extra pressure of another finger inching in 
alongside the first. This time she jerked forward involuntarily to escape 
its forceful entry, her obscenely displayed body moving a few inches up the 
bed. A groan escaped her lips, as she tried to turn her head toward the tall 
man above her. 

"Please don't, Dodge ... Not that, please...." she begged, fearful that he 
would actually try to fuck her in the ass. It was something that had never 
happened before, and tears of humiliation and shame welled up in her eyes as 
the realization dawned on her that the big man had not just been talking 
big. He really meant to do it, make love to her back there-the way he had 
licked her in the other room. He wasn't going to be satisfied by thrusting 
his tongue around inside her moist forbidden passage, now he was going to 
plant his long lewd cock fully up her virginal rectum in this completely 
unnatural act that she had never believed existed.... 

But then her horrified ears picked up the zip of another trouser-fly 
opening, and she knew that Danny Cochran was also taking off his clothes! 

The singer had stripped himself naked; he was not about to sit around 
watching Dodge get a piece of ass when JoAnn was basically his woman. He had 
brought her here, after all, and he had a right to get in on the action, 
too. He was going to make his agent's red-hot wife suck him off while his 
friend plunged his thickly throbbing cock into her tight little asshole. 
There was nothing he wanted more than to see her getting it from both ends, 
squirming and writhing against the red velvet background of the bedspread. 

The helpless girl could feel the bed sag as the muscular singer mounted it 
in front of her. His tan naked body slid down beneath her face as she 
supported herself on hands and knees on the mattress. This was the limit of 
humiliation-she was going to be skewered from both ends at once. She would 
never again be able to face the world after this horrible debasing 
subjugation, and she cringed her upraised buttocks away from the fingers 
that were relentlessly probing her anus. But it was useless. 

As suddenly as Dodge had shoved the sodomizing fingers into her, he now 
withdrew them with a lewd little hissing sound. They seemed to slide out 
reluctantly, the tight elastic ring of her anus snugly clinging to them like 
a pair of hungrily pursed lips. He forced her legs wider apart and planted 
his knees in between them. Then he dropped his head to her shivering 
buttocks, breathing warmly onto her naked milk-white skin. Grinning lewdly, 
he began licking wetly at the deep, narrow crevice between them, moistening 
the tiny hole in preparation for the greater entry yet to come. 

"Bring your ass up higher," Dodge's voice suddenly commanded eagerly. She 
hesitated for a moment and then felt his hands on her hips, pulling them 
upward into a higher kneeling position. When he had placed them at the right 
angle, he reached under her body to caress her erotically swaying breasts as 
they rocked in an open invitation to the unnatural sodomy he was about to 
commit. He tweaked her dangling nipples into stiff erection and sighed in 
satisfaction as he watched the involuntary throbbing of her apprehensive 
little anus. 

"Shit, baby, your asshole is begging for me ... You must really want this 
bad," he commented in wonder. 

He pressed his knees outward against her wide-spread legs, the hairs on his 
legs brushing against the inside of her shaking thighs. She was held wide 
and open completely at his mercy as she bit down on her lower lip to stop 
the fearful trembling that had begun there. 

While her buttocks were being levered up high off the bed, her head was 
being forced down in between the entertainer's lewdly spread legs. JoAnn 
closed her eyes at the sight of the huge throbbing penis pointing up at her, 
but it was no use. In a second Danny had grabbed the locks of her thick 
golden hair and was pressing his rock-hard cock against her wetly parted 
lips. 

From behind, Dodge had grasped firmly at her quaking hips, holding them 
steady in the air as he guided his long pulsing penis into the moistly naked 
split between her buttocks. He squeezed the soft resilient flesh apart to 
open the crevice wider to his anxiously burgeoning cock-head. 

JoAnn gasped from the first searing contact of his pressuring organ against 
her cringing anus, it was huge ... even bigger than the one she had been so 
humiliatingly forced to suck to lewd climax in the living room. She hadn't 
expected it, and she couldn't possibly take something so abnormally large 
inside her tiny virginal rectum without splitting her loins half apart. She 
jerked forward again, attempting to move up the bed and away from Dodge's 
bursting cock, but as she did, the hard rubbery head of Danny's cock forced 
its way up between her full, trembling lips. 

And then the singer wasted no time as he jerked her head forward so she 
could barely support herself on her hands. As she lost her balance, she fell 
forward and the thick rod of male flesh eagerly rushed through her lips into 
the warm wetness of her mouth. She could feel the heatedly pulsating 
cock-head sliding the entire length of her tongue, momentarily taking r her 
concentration off the huge stiffening penis pressing into her from behind. 

It was at that moment of inattention that Dodge took the opportunity to 
shove his powerful hips forward, guiding his massive penis directly toward 
the defensively puckering little hole between her ass-cheeks. He thrilled as 
he felt the warm satiny texture of her buttocks pressing against the sides 
of his lust-hardened cock, and his thrill intensified as his sensitive 
cock-head nudged forcefully against her cringing anus. 

JoAnn felt the pressure against her nether ring increasing and she started 
at the sudden reminder of the tall man crouched behind her. And then she 
gasped as she felt the thick knob on the end of his hotly throbbing penis 
pop through the small anal opening. 

"Oh! My ... Aaaauuuggghhh!" she cried in fear and protest. But her moan was 
muffled by the thick pulsing cock lodged just inside her mouth. Oh, God! Is 
this what it was? She had never expected in all her life that she would be 
forced to take so large an intrusion into her poor straining backside. It 
felt like an ax handle forcing up inside her ... Why had she allowed herself 
to be used by these men? Why hadn't she been more alert, like Jerry, and 
realized what their intentions were? It didn't seem fair that she would have 
to pay in such a degrading and humiliating way to help her husband and for 
her obsession with young boys ... and she was still convinced she was 
atoning for her sins ... But perhaps, this was what her compulsion did to 
the young boys-shocked them and frightened them with sexual perversions they 
had never before dreamed of ... Perhaps after this, the strange temptations 
would leave her, forever, and she would be able to face her husband with 
confidence and without shame.... 

"God, Dodge! It's soooo big!" she cried suddenly, forgetting the 
rationalization that had been going on in her head. A fine mist of 
perspiration had broken out on the tall man's forehead and he shook his head 
in bewilderment. 

"You know ... That's such a tight little asshole," he said amazed, "it feels 
like she's biting off my cock-head and chewing it up!" 

"Will you two knock if off and start fucking!" Danny chimed in crudely. His 
cock seemed to be bursting apart as it lay almost still in JoAnn's mouth. He 
pumped forward to remind her of her task, shoving his wildly pulsating organ 
in and out of the kneeling woman's widely-ovaled mouth. 

Dodge began fucking methodically with a series of small thrusts up into her 
vainly cringing little anus, each stroke going slightly deeper than the one 
before into the warm, buttery depths of the frightened blonde's rectum. 

JoAnn was still stunned by the unfamiliarity of the large instrument inching 
up inside her. She tried to relax her rectal muscles to allow the huge cock 
to slide in without such stretching, but no matter how much she seemed to 
unflex her rubbery walls, the massive organ seemed to swell immediately to 
take up the difference. Then she tried squeezing down with her anus to bring 
the lust-inflamed cock back to size, but the effect was only to elicit a 
wild groan of lewd pleasure from Dodge. 

"You've really got it baby! Just squeeze your hot little asshole tight 
around my cock and then relax ... It's the best way to get it in." 

A moment later, in shocked disbelief, JoAnn realized that the big man's 
monstrous penis had actually gone all the way up into her rectum for she 
felt his sperm-bloated balls slap obscenely against the backs of her thighs. 
She could feel his hotly throbbing flesh jerking like something alive up 
inside her belly, and the knowledge that she was fully impaled on his 
barbarous instrument brought a new flood of tears to her eyes ... not tears 
of pain, but of undying shame. And as she knelt there, like some animal 
being used for breeding, she imagined exactly what she looked like-one man's 
cock fucking her mouth, another stranger's lust-burgeoning hardness fucking 
all the way up inside her virginal rectum. Never, she thought, had any woman 
been fucked like this! She was completely at the mercy of Danny Cochran and 
his friends, and it was obvious that "mercy" meant nothing to them. They 
would use her body as they wished and there was nothing she could do about 
it. With this bitter knowledge, the subserviently kneeling young wife felt 
the first undeniable twinges of a masochistic enjoyment in her tortured 
rectum ... and she realized that unwanted pleasure was beginning to wash 
over her ravished loins in wave after wave of sensual delight. 

Gloating above her head, Danny began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the 
thickly throbbing cock in and out of her ovaled young mouth, never quite 
withdrawing all the way, but leaving the hotly swollen head half an inch 
inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. JoAnn closed her eyes tightly to 
block out the passion arousing sight of the pubic hairs growing at the thick 
base of his cock which rammed mercilessly into her now desire-contorted 
face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as it shoved 
forward to bury itself deep in her throat, keeping pace with the cock 
fucking ceaselessly into her widespread buttocks behind. 

The singer looked up with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the 
helplessly trapped girl skewered between his driving penis and the long 
thick cock ramming into her from behind. He timed his thrusts at her 
contorted face to match those of Dodge in back of her, holding her twisting 
blonde head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below. As the lust bloated 
tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the instroke, he watched her tender 
lips clasping tighter and tighter around the thrusting shaft as her mouth 
became accustomed to the size of its fleshy intrusion. 

JoAnn felt the rising tide of lascivious enjoyment beginning to spread 
outward from her belly. The very helplessness of her position and the 
debasing ravishment of her naked young body brought a delicious fire dancing 
salaciously through her tattered nerves. She licked and sucked like a hungry 
child on the iron-hard rod embedded in her wetly clasping mouth, and the 
warm moist cavern overflowed with the mixture of his excited pre-ejaculate 
fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for it to end as she felt her own 
lewdly tremulous insides erupting in great white flashes of fire dancing 
through hotly aroused nerve-endings. 

Dodge, mounted behind her like some kind of wild animal, could feel the 
rising excitement welling helplessly inside her trapped young body, and with 
his hands tightly gripped on the soft white flesh of her quivering hips, he 
thrust his eagerly bulging cock deep into her rectum, skewering up into the 
voluptuous blonde housewife like a helplessly impaled insect on a pin. 

"God! ... Ooooh, God!" she grunted as he moved it around deep in her tightly 
straining anus, expanding the tender orifice ever further. 

How could they do this to her? Fucking her like a common whore they had 
bought for the night. Yet, the strange masochistic pleasure rippled 
lasciviously through her nakedly kneeling body again. She wanted to be 
destroyed by it! She wanted to be fucked and fucked until she could never 
walk again. The lewd subjugation which they were subjecting her to was 
involuntarily driving her wild with lust-incited sensation. 

"I want to be fucked! I want to be fucked!" she chanted through her 
cock-stretched lips, sweat dripping from her erotically straining face. 

Dodge, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with lustful pleasure, 
began to fuck rhythmically deeper into the soft tightly gripping depths of 
her ravished anal lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her 
life, and her whole backside felt forever ruined as Dodge levered up higher 
behind her and began to lunge the full length of his hugely throbbing cock 
deep down into her belly with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of 
her pinkly clasping flesh out with the base of his receding penis each time 
he withdrew for another powerful lunge inside. She was aware dimly that 
Dodge was chuckling to himself and pushing down hard on her frantically 
quivering buttocks with each lunge his ravaging cock made up into her 
rectum, trapping her servile kneeling body between his skewering penis 
behind and the hands in front which were pulling her mouth feverishly 
against the other lust-engorged shaft that fucked smoothly in and out of her 
throat ahead. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully 
bent like an errant slave before its wickedly grinning master. 

Her subjugated young body jerked and quivered, and her thighs, released now 
that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard 
thrust seared far up into her velvety gripping rectal walls. She could hear 
the grunts of pleasure through the silence of the plush red room around her, 
and she hated herself for the ecstasy she was giving them and the joy she 
was feeling-though there was nothing she could do to stop it. She wanted to 
destroy them for the degradation and humiliation they were heaping on her, 
but at the same time she felt as if she wanted to give herself up to them as 
an offer of the appreciation she felt for the agonizing pleasure they were 
inadvertently giving her. God, she pleaded silently, don't let this go on! I 
can't be enjoying it; I just can't! But even as she tried to pray, a 
stronger voice from her wicked subconscious drowned the other out. I like 
it! I like it! I'm actually getting pleasure from this obscene end-to-end 
fucking! In spite of the enormous difference in size, JoAnn began flexing 
her anal muscles greedily around the tall man's huge cock, trying to suck it 
up even farther inside her newly aroused rectum. 

"Hey, hold it!" Dodge groaned. "God, baby, it's so tight I can't go in any 
farther!" He threw his head back in ecstasy from the warmly clasping flesh 
enveloping his penis. 

JoAnn began wildly to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, 
undulating her naked young body wildly around and lewdly swinging her 
buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb 
of her rectum on the outstroke. Dodge watched the tiny round hole draw back 
with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her gradually 
gyrating buttocks before him. 

The gigantic man groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. 
Finally she was responding the way he had expected her to a long time ago. 
There was no resistance left in this innocent young piece of ass on his 
cock. He would fuck it to her now as she had never had it before, and she 
would love it ... she was loving it now as he watched the lewd rotating 
movement of her upraised buttocks and the sensuously arching hollow of her 
back while she worked and ground back into him like a demon, her long blonde 
hair flailing over her face and across Danny Cochran's hairy belly as she 
squirmed in wanton abandon. 

At the same time her hungrily clasping lips pumped and sucked mercilessly on 
the thickly throbbing cock fucking like a jackhammer deep up inside her 
throat. Danny could see her face flushing red from the intensity of her 
effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the final quest for 
fulfillment. She bucked and churned her trapped young body against the 
thickly skewering cock slamming into the expanded opening of her rectum. 
Grunting and groaning in her own frenzied ecstasy, she could feel the end 
nearing for both of them. 

Dodge sensed her sudden frantic need, and began to fuck rapidly into her, 
hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his powerful pelvis. He 
gripped the tops of her wide-splayed thighs with his fingers, squeezing with 
all his strength to pull her back over his cock like slipping a warm, 
butter-greased sleeve up over an over-sized arm. 

His eyes bulged wide at the salacious spectacle of the young wife's body 
excitedly bucking before him, and with a deep, ass-cheeks flattening thrust 
he jolted forward, his cock burrowing deep up inside her suddenly wildly 
milking rectum. 

"Oooohh," she groaned involuntarily. Dodge flicked his cock deeper. "Oh! 
Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnn...." 

With a last half-groan, JoAnn could feel in her agony the giant teasing 
shaft begin to grow and expand until she thought it would never stop. She 
felt it strain at the rubbery sphincter at the tip of her rectum. She felt 
every nerve in her warmly gripping rectal walls yield under the enormous 
pressure of the massively inflating staff. And her tiny anal ring was 
stretching beyond all endurance around the monstrous widening base of the 
rock-hard trunk where it rose from the tangle of pubic hair. 

"For heaven's sake, cum ... Cum up in my asshole, Dodge!" she heard herself 
groan around the penis sliding wildly in and out of her mouth. She fucked 
back against the tall man's heavily burgeoning cock-pole with feverish 
energy. He gasped from behind her, incoherent words sputtering from his 
throat, and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the 
tightly clasping walls of her tensely waiting rectum. 

And then, all at once, he felt the turgid tightening of his balls and 
slammed viciously into her bucking buttocks as the roiling sperm erupted out 
from deep down inside them and shot through his cock in a wild torrent of 
hotly spurting cum. The thickly gushing fluid jetted in wave after wave into 
the forbidden depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, ass still 
waving high in the air, and pushed tightly back against his hairy loins as 
he poured his passion-heated sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her 
savagely fucked rectum to the bursting point with his warm slippery cum. 

He jerked spasmodically against her with the overpowering thrusts of his 
virilely ejaculating cock, almost knocking her over on the bed. The heat of 
his climax was still steaming in his loins when he groaned with final 
release and collapsed heavily over her naked body. The young wife was shoved 
further forward onto the long thick cock fucking relentlessly in and out of 
her mouth, feeling its soft, spongy head pop hotly back through her tightly 
constricted tonsil ring into the eagerly gripping walls of her throat. 

The conniving singer had been excited beyond all belief at the obscene sight 
of the beautiful woman's buttocks bucking and undulating lewdly against the 
thick sodomizing cock impaling her from behind, and now his hands gripped 
her head, and he pulled her tightly flexing gullet muscles in an even faster 
rhythm up and down on his lust-engorged cock. 

The young wife's tongue slavered helplessly around Danny's madly jerking 
organ as it slithered hotly in and out of the warm moistness of her mouth. 
Incomprehensible mewling grunts and hums sang out from her cock-filled 
throat. There was nothing left for her now but the wanton abandonment of 
this erotically throbbing hardness fucking so sensuously halfway down into 
her belly. The huge bulbous shaft slithered in and out deep inside her 
throat, its sides gyrating against her tonsils. As her mouth pumped and 
sucked, her cheeks puffing furiously, the nakedness of her cum-flooded 
buttocks wiggled and waved back up in hopeless abandon against the other 
man's collapsed form piled on top of her. 

Like a huge bloated balloon she could feel the fleshy throbbing pole inside 
her throat expanding to the point of explosion. In response, she licked and 
sucked-at the portion of the base still passing through her mouth into her 
throat furiously with her tongue until the ecstatically groaning 
entertainer, his hands entwined in the soft silken locks of her blonde hair, 
thrust his pelvis desperately forward. The huge rock-hard cock rammed deep, 
deep down toward her hungrily demanding belly one last time. 

"Ugh! ... Aaaahhh," she choked accidentally ... and suddenly his sperm 
bloated balls burst like a bomb, sending hot molten waves of semen jerking 
through his penis. Her wildly puffing cheeks expanded and contracted as 
stream after white-hot stream of his torridly shooting cum poured into the 
depths of her greedily gulping throat muscles. 

Danny's hips rocked in spasmodic ecstasy as her tightly ovaled lips slid 
hungrily up and down on his ejaculating cock in a furious cunt-like sucking 
rhythm. A moan escaped her lips as she felt the gushing sperm shoot thickly 
over her tonsils and spill hotly down her feverishly swallowing throat. She 
clasped her lips in a tighter elastic ring around the madly jerking pole, 
swirling her tongue around and around the wildly squirting base. 

The singer closed his eyes in sheer release and felt his ecstatically 
jetting cum flood the blonde wife's cheeks and slither in hotly rushing 
streams down through the walls of her desperately working throat. His entire 
body was sweating from the efforts that had taken over his body, and with a 
final voluntary flexing of his penis, he squeezed the last drop of cum from 
his emptied balls into the hungrily milking throat of his agent's wife. He 
leaned back against the headboard of the red velvet bed and had to force her 
still feverishly pumping mouth away from his now uselessly deflating cock. 

At the same time, Dodge slid off her back and plumped into the thick 
mattress beside her. His chest heaved rhythmically as he sucked in huge 
gasps of air. The singer pulled his legs out from underneath her, and 
relaxed sideways across the pillows. 

"You were beautiful, baby," Dodge said appreciatively, opening one eye to 
the woman who had so surprised him tonight. He was still blissfully unaware 
of the torment he and his friends had caused in her confused young mind. 
JoAnn looked startled by his gratitude, but she couldn't say anything. The 
realization that the two men had been fulfilled enough to thank her brought 
a burning blush of shame back to her cheeks, and she began a fierce mental 
reprimand of her disobedient body. She turned away from the tall man's face 
so he wouldn't see her humiliation, and he promptly closed his open eyes and 
drifted into contented sleep. 

Twisting around on the bed, JoAnn could see the entertainer's face relax 
against the pillow, and she wondered hopefully if he was falling asleep too. 
The two men looked so different in their innocent relaxed positions, that 
for a minute, JoAnn thought she had dreamed the whole debauched assault. She 
felt a peaceful wave of completion settle over her, and it was with renewed 
confidence and energy that she rose from the bed and went into the living 
room. 

The first thing she was going to do was retrieve her clothes. Then she was 
going to go down into the hotel lobby and put through a long distance call 
to her husband. It would be better to talk to him now, before he got home, 
so he would know what to expect in the morning. It was then that she looked 
at the wall clock with a shuddering start. 

"One in the morning!" she cried out, horrified. "God, what had happened to 
the time?" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Her startled exclamation shook the dozing Arty Fleishman into consciousness 
and Chieftain, the German shepherd, raised his head with a growl. 

"What're you doing?" the gambler demanded sleepily. "Is the game over so 
soon?" He stumbled up from the couch and went over to fix himself a drink. 
His penetrating gaze in JoAnn's direction made her stop her hurried 
dressing, and she stood paralyzed with only her panties on and her bra 
dangling limply from her fingers. 

"I ... The others are asleep in there." JoAnn managed to say, pointing with 
her brassiere towards the bedroom door. 

"Yeah, well, I'm not asleep," the heavy-set man said raising his glass and 
downing the shot of whiskey in one gulp. He poured himself another and shook 
off the drowsiness with a violent twist of his neck. "Where do you think 
you're going, anyway?" 

"Home," the blonde said boldly, feeling sure that nothing more could happen 
to her tonight. Surely the lewd orgy was over now, with half the 
participants sleeping peacefully in their exhaustion. "It's late," she added 
simply, with a shrug of her shoulders. 

"But not too late," the con man said meaningfully, shoving a drink into her 
hand. He sat down on the couch again and regarded her speculatively. "I 
don't think you want to leave so soon...." 

JoAnn felt a surge of apprehension leap into her consciousness, and the 
temporary peace she had felt began quickly to vanish. She suddenly felt 
tired, extremely exhausted, and her only thought was to cooperate fully and 
hastily with whatever the gambler had in mind, so she could get away from 
this humiliating place and go home. 

"Okay, what do you want me to stay for?" she forced herself to ask, with as 
much composure as she could muster. She dropped the brassiere acquiescently 
on the floor to let him know she was ready to do his bidding. 

"Aaaaah, that's better," Arty said, settling back into the cushions. "We'll 
be able to think of something to do with the nice lady, won't we, 
Chieftain?" he addressed the dog, scratching behind his neck lovingly. 

And then he leaned forward suddenly, a menacing grin twisted across his 
face. 

* * * 

Fifteen hundred miles north in Portland, Jerry Douglas had finally managed 
to fall into a troubled sleep. He lay on top of the motel bed fully dressed 
and snoring slightly into the pillow. His dreams were unsettling images of 
horrible things happening to his wife intermixed with terrible visions of 
bowing to the syndicate. He tossed and turned fitfully, unconsciously trying 
to chase the dream-visions from his tortured imagination. 

With a start, he suddenly jerked awake, imagining that he had seen JoAnn 
sucking Danny Cochran's blood-engorged cock between her full, red lips. 
Christ, she had never done that to him before! It was completely 
inconsistent with anything he had ever know about his nervous young wife. 
Why had he ever forced her to go out with that singer? Why couldn't he have 
let her alone, and done his business himself, without involving her in any 
uncertain dealings? 

He wanted to call her-he wanted desperately to find out if everything was 
all right, if she was safe and the entertainer was the gentleman Jerry had 
previously supposed he would be. But his shaking fingers refused to dial the 
number, partly through the irrational fear that she wouldn't be home and 
then he would worry some more, and partly because if she was home, he didn't 
want her to know' he had been suspicious. Then the idea forced its way into 
his foggy head to call the hotel where the singer was staying, and find out 
from him how the evening had gone. He found the number in his pocket 
directory, and dialed hurriedly, hoping against hope that the promising 
entertainer would be in. 

"I'm sorry, sir, but the hotel switchboard is closed. Incoming calls will be 
accepted at 7 A.M. tomorrow. Please place your call at that time." 

Damn! There seemed to be no way to get through to Los Angeles. The worried 
booking agent mulled over the idea of calling his neighbors, or his 
assistants, or the police ... but suddenly he shuddered as he realized he 
was acting like a jealous husband instead of the confident assured man he 
really was. Probably JoAnn had just taken Danny dancing, or out to a club 
... he was probably agonizing over nothing. If only she wasn't so damn 
fidgety all the time, maybe the nervousness wouldn't have rubbed off on him. 

Apologizing mutely to his tormented young wife, he vowed that the first 
thing he was going to do when he got home was discuss the problem with her. 
He would find out what had been bothering her for so long, and he would do 
everything in his power to help her get over it. His poor, well-meaning wife 
wouldn't deliberately cheat on him or do anything purposely to hurt him-he 
knew that-and if anything was going on, he knew that the two of them 
together would be able to straighten it out. God Damn! Why hadn't he paid 
more attention to it before now? 

* * * 

JoAnn Douglas trembled at the expression on Arty Fleishman's face. What was 
he going to do to her now? Instinctively she cringed back away from him, but 
he had stood up from the couch and he was coming toward her. 

Her impulse, despite her resolution to get it over with with as little 
struggle as possible, was to scream, but Arty saw the tightening of her 
vocal chords and clamped his hand over her mouth. When he felt her facial 
muscles relax he released her jaw, and guided her slowly toward the elegant 
leather-topped table that they had shoved to the side of the room. He sat 
her down gently on the edge of the table, standing back a few feet to look 
intently at her heaving breasts and quivering thighs. 

He proceeded to remove his immaculate suit jacket and then slowly took off 
the silk shirt underneath. With a menacing grin he unzipped his pants and 
threw them on the sofa, keeping his eyes trained unwaveringly on the 
trembling young wife sitting up on the table. When he had completely 
stripped down to his hairy tan nakedness, he approached the blonde woman 
with deliberate slowness. 

He gripped the hotly quivering flesh of her thighs and spread them wide 
apart, kneeling down in between her legs. At the same time the gambler's dog 
sensed his master's excitement and pranced frantically around the table, 
nuzzling her legs with his cold nose, his tail brushing like a furry whip 
against her calves. 

She leaned backward on the table and tried to squirm away, but Arty's huge 
hands spread her warm full thighs even farther apart while her arms strained 
to raise her body off the table. But all she could do was lever herself 
forward ... just enough to look down hopelessly while Arty's head burrowed 
into the warm, cum-moistened silk of her panties. 

Her legs kicked out involuntarily, but Arty's grasp was too powerful. His 
thumbs pressed into the softly yielding flesh of her inner thighs, and his 
rough fingers locked her legs against the table. In a sudden desperate 
effort to make an escape, she wrapped her thighs around his head, and 
struggled to the edge of the table to try to jump down over him. 

"Oh, no, you don't," the quickly-reacting gambler growled, slipping his 
fingers under the tight elastic waistband of her white panties and yanking 
them hard off her long extended legs. 

JoAnn stifled the urge to cry out, and closed her eyes to block out the 
unwanted assault on her so recently fucked young pussy. But it was hopeless. 
The coarse fingers were stroking against her soft blonde pubie hair and 
sending ripples of lust through her helplessly responding body. 

And suddenly she felt his tongue at the wetly palpitating lips of her naked 
young pussy. Her entire body froze. 

"Oh, please ... Noooo," she begged. 

Tantalizingly, he flicked his tongue at the warm little sluice and quickly 
withdrew it. She jerked, a soul-searing moan involuntarily escaping from her 
lips. 

"God, don't start me again...." she whimpered, her blonde hair flailing from 
side to side as her arms strained to support her body in a sitting position. 
Once again she tried to lock her resilient full thighs around his head, but 
her muscles twitched treacherously in response to his lewd sucking. 

Muttering a loud lustful groan he speared his tongue deep up in between her 
wetly palpitating cuntal lips. His hand curled around in back to her 
squirming buttocks, teasing hotly at the warmly rounded flesh. 

"Ohhh, pleeeease!" she cried. 

But the relentless tongue-spearing of her cunt would not cease. Grinding her 
loins up towards his face he thrust his tongue deep up inside her moistly 
throbbing pussy. 

Lewdly, he licked the tiny pink nipple of her clitoris on the outstroke and 
rifled deep inside her vagina on the instroke. As she struggled and squirmed 
against his lewd onslaught she could feel his moustache gritting against the 
softly trembling flesh of her out-thrust thighs, she could hear the hot, wet 
sucking noises of his carnal feast up between her legs. 

Uncontrollable groans of wicked passions wailed from her throat as her 
body-still hopelessly aroused from being fucked from both ends in the other 
room-began to desert her. She lay back against the table locking her long 
tapered legs even harder around his bobbing head, her eyes clenched tightly 
shut. And as his tongue thrust and retreated from her wide splayed vagina in 
lewdly salacious rhythm she reached down and tweaked the stiffening buds of 
her own nipples. She ecstatically felt thrill after thrill of wanton 
enjoyment pour over her. Her traitorous hands then curled into Arty's thick 
black hair, forcing his head tight up against her insanely bucking pussy, 
driving her wild with lewd animal excitement. All thought of leaving had 
deserted her as the uncouth gambler's tongue licked and sucked against the 
pinkly parted lips of her vagina. 

Well, he knew he had her now ... the way she was squirming and writhing 
beneath him she was all his. Suddenly without warning, he withdrew his head 
from between her trembling legs and stood up, towering over her lewdly 
spread-eagled form. 

"Ooooo God! My pussy! Fuck it ... please fuck it...." she chanted 
deliriously, as though lost in an obscene dream. Her head lolling like a rag 
doll from side to side. 

Arty grinned down at her triumphantly, revelling in the wanton abandon of 
her uncontrollably writhing form on the table. Goddamn, he was going to 
shoot his hot cum out all over those white little tits of hers. His massive 
cock extended from beneath his stomach like a huge quivering pole, and he 
began to heatedly stroke it with a slow rhythm. 

"Oh, God, fuck it! Fuck it, you bastard," she pleaded, spreading her nakedly 
grinding cunt lips with her fingers, her thighs and legs splayed wide in 
open invitation. All thought of dignity had fled from her now. All she 
wanted was this obscene man's cock tightly sheathed in her now painfully 
hungering cunt as he thrust forward into her lust-inflamed pussy. 

Arty moved menacingly toward her and mounted the table, straddling her young 
curvaceous body with his legs and pointing the bulbous throbbing head of his 
cock directly at her upper belly. 

"No! Fuck me! ... Not there, in my cunt-hole! Fuck my cunt-hole ... please!" 
she screamed desperately. 

But the gambler's body edged up along her helplessly supine body until his 
thick throbbing pole was poised right in between the lush curving mounds of 
her breasts. 

She could feel his naked buttocks obscenely grinding against her stomach as 
he cupped her trembling breasts in his greedy hands and wrapped them like a 
soft warm glove around the pulsing thickness of his cock. 

"Oh, don't do it there ... fuck me in my pussy-hole! Fuck my cunt!" she 
screamed feverishly. By now the big German shepherd who had been prancing 
nervously around the table was excited by the savage cries of lust that 
filled the room, and he began a wet licking at her smoothly kicking legs. 

JoAnn was barely conscious of it at first as her involuntarily aroused body 
responded to the lust-crazed assault of her breasts, for now Arty's cock 
began sliding in between her soft fleshy mounds in long even strokes, his 
fingers rolling and tweaking her rigidly erect nipples. 

In sudden surprise, her young body twitched as something hot and wet that 
she could not see began to lick against her wetly throbbing pussy lips 
below. With a shudder of apprehension she realized it was the dog who had 
been attracted by the passion-filled commotion. She tried to shoo him away 
by kicking out with her naked heels, but he merely snarled and unrelentingly 
advanced on her again. 

"Oh, God, nooooo!" she groaned at this depraved double ravishment. The dog's 
cold wet nose nuzzling against the small sensitive nub of her clitoris sent 
electric shocks through her spine and her body jerked spasmodically to 
escape from it. God, I'm being licked in my cunt by a ... a dog! 

Simultaneously, Arty's huge hot cock fucking between her breasts throbbed 
and pulsated as though it were going to explode. Working her into a mad 
frenzy of passion, Arty's fingers nipped and teased at her lust-stiffened 
nipples, grinning at her helplessly aroused body that was squirming in lewd 
abandon beneath him. 

From below, JoAnn could feel the German shepherd's huge furry body jumping 
up excitedly in between her splayed-out legs, his huge paws clawing into the 
leather of the table as he struggled to balance himself. The long tapered 
head of his scarlet penis had burst from its fur-covered sheath, and as he 
struggled to support himself on the table it jerked closer and closer to the 
light blonde wisps of soft hair covering her vaginal mound. 

"Oh my God!" she shrieked in stunned frenzy as the animal's hugely throbbing 
cock suddenly made obscene contact with the open lips of her hotly 
palpitating pussy.... 

Both Arty and his dog were startled by her piercing cry, and for a long 
paralyzed second all movement was stopped. The animal relaxed fast, and 
locked himself tightly around the blonde wife's heaving belly and began to 
burrow his animal penis into the heated crevice of her cunt. His front paws 
scratching the surface of the expensive table, he flicked his haunches 
powerfully forward, bring groans of unexpected abandonment from the throat 
of the helpless young woman. He maintained his forward thrust until his long 
canine penis had slid all the way up inside her cunt. Then his tail began 
wagging and trembling as he let out a low fierce growl as though he had 
found a bitch in heat. In a lewd echo, JoAnn moaned in depraved 
satisfaction. She tensed as the dog's tongue snaked up the undulating curves 
of her obscenely aroused body and began licking her flat white belly. 

Suddenly, as the beast squirmed up tighter in between her splayed out 
thighs, she locked her feet around him, smothering him against her 
impassioned loins, his long slippery penis fucking swiftly into the silken 
crevice of her throbbing young cunt. 

"Oooooh, Yesss," she gasped deliriously, as though the dog could understand 
her approval. He began a steady fucking rhythm in and out of her hotly 
clasping vaginal flesh. The frantic jerking of the animal's cock was paced 
by the long, smooth strokes of Arty's human cock gliding rhythmically 
between her close cupped breasts. 

Down below, the dog had found his lust-inciting mark. His thick red penis 
slammed and slithered inside her wetly quivering pussy until JoAnn could 
feel the soft furry base of it pulling and jerking around her hungrily 
rotating buttocks. God, she was enjoying it! The guilty thought whirled 
through her horrified mind. She was enjoying being cunt-fucked by a dog as a 
human male thrust his hotly throbbing cock in between her naked breasts and 
tit-fucked her! 

Any second now the bursting love-juices inside her steaming cunt were going 
to spew out crazily and mingle with the thick animal cum of the huge beast 
jerking and throbbing between her legs ... and any second the lustfully 
burgeoning cock between her breasts was going to erupt and rocket its sperm 
all over the clasping furrow of her breasts and throat and chin. Her body 
squirmed and bucked wildly as helpless squeals of ravaged ecstasy bubbled 
from her mouth. 

"Don't stop ... don't stop ... fuck my pussy ... fuck my tits...." she 
chanted crazily, urging the man and animal both on towards their inexorably 
rising orgasms. 

"I'm going to tit-fuck you, sweetheart, like you've never been tit-fucked. 
I'm going to cum all over your pretty face." Arty grunted down at her, his 
face raw and contorted with twisted lust. His pelvis flicked forward in 
rhythm with the wildly screwing dog plunging and pistoning between her legs, 
and now the first drops of thick white cum appeared in the tiny opening at 
the end of the redly swelling head of his plunging cock as it slid between 
the mounds of her soft warm breasts. 

JoAnn's aroused young body twisted and bucked in response to the obscene 
double ravishment and to the lewd threat to her self-respect. Then suddenly 
with a tremendous groan from deep in his chest, Arty's penis exploded! 

The raging hot cum burst from the wildly jerking head of his cock like a 
torrential flood of white hot lava. His buttocks, straddled on top of her 
naked belly, jerked and twitched furiously as the pulsating head of his cock 
gunned like a rocket blasting off. The cum geysered up over her twisting 
neck in thick white rivers as wanton gasps and groans rumbled in her breast. 

"Aaaaauuuuggghhh!" she cried. "Oh, my God! My pussy's cumming! My pussy's 
cuuuuummmmmiiiinnnggg! " 

Her wild, animal-like groans of pleasure drove the mammoth German shepherd 
into a lust-crazed frenzy and his huge penis throbbed and jerked deep up 
inside her hotly milking pussy as her long shapely legs squeezed savagely 
against his furry back. Her heels ground maniacally into the lusting dog's 
rear, forcing his bestial penis even deeper into her convulsing cunt. She 
could feel his gigantic canine cock-head ready to blow up inside her as his 
jowls spat flecks of eager saliva onto the trembling white flesh of her 
belly. 

Her vaginal walls pumped insanely against his burgeoning animal penis 
coating and surrounding it with the hot liquid of her orgasmic juices as 
they flowed freely in and around her ecstatically pulsating cunt. She 
pressed the animal tightly into her clamping loins until he growled for 
breath between her iron-gripping thighs. 

Suddenly his hairy pelvis jerked forward, and her legs kicked outward in 
spasmodic ecstasy. Her naked young body shivered and a low guttural drone of 
delight spewed from her throat as the animal's churning hot sperm gushed 
frantically up inside her wildly rejoicing cunt. 

Huge convulsing waves of cum spurted deep up inside her belly while her 
pussy walls savagely clasped and unclasped around the long exploding dog 
cock fucking into her. JoAnn's head flailed from side to side automatically, 
like some kind of machine. She had been subjugated to the ultimate, and she 
was enjoying every minute of it! Her cum-filled and drenched body twitched 
and pulsated as Arty groaned and rolled off her, falling wearily across the 
table. 

The dog, who had finally relieved the aching pressure in his loins, was 
panting heavily, and his thick tongue began licking and nibbling at the 
swollen cum-drenched lips of her vagina ... licking away the lewd mixture of 
his canine cum and her human cum. His instinctual, natural gesture of 
appreciation struck a chord in JoAnn's exhausted memory, but she was too 
drained of all strength to try to figure out what it was. 

Her only thought was to fight off the sleep that threatened to overtake her, 
and she had to force herself to sit up and slide off the table. Hurriedly 
she collected her clothes from around the room, and threw them on carelessly 
with as little effort as possible. She felt no fear of the beast's huge 
brown eyes as they observed her every move, making sure that no harm would 
come to his dozing master. Chieftain knew with his animal sense that the 
woman posed no physical threat, and accordingly, he posed no threat to her. 
He waited until she had quietly tip-toed out the door and then he curled up 
peacefully under the leather-topped table. 

JoAnn walked mechanically through the deserted lobby of the big hotel, and 
swiftly got into the Porsche. The loud noise of the igniting engine startled 
her, and she left the windows open to keep her awake until she got home. The 
house was dark and lonely, but she ran the water for a hot bath to settle 
her nerves and cleanse her body of the warmly drying liquid of human and 
animal cum clinging to her naked flesh. 

It was while she was lying restfully in the bath tub that the chord was 
struck in her brain again, and this time she realized what it was. It was 
the innocent display of appreciation that had haunted her memory for all 
these years. It was the purity that she had never known as a child, in the 
frightening clutches of her perverted step-father. All her life she had been 
searching, in twisted and incomprehensible ways, to satisfy her quest for 
appreciation, unconditional appreciation with no strings attached ... the 
kind of appreciation that could come from an unspoiled boy or an unthinking 
beast. 

The thought was still with her when she tumbled into bed and fell 
immediately into a peaceful deep sleep. 

* * * 

When Jerry Douglas arrived at the Los Angeles Airport the next morning, he 
decided to take a taxi home. His meeting had gone well in Portland, and his 
fearful tension about his wife had been eased by his decision to talk it out 
with her, spend some time helping her with whatever emotional problems she 
had ... and spend some time away from work just having fun with her. He felt 
he owed it to her for her uncomplaining patience with him for all these 
years. 

He saw all the curtains drawn in his house when the taxi drove him to the 
driveway, and he knew instantly that JoAnn must still be asleep. The thought 
thrilled him in an unexplainable caring way, and he was glad he would be 
there when she woke up. 

He tip-toes into the hall and set down his suitcase, then he took off his 
shoes and padded lightly through the living room and up the stairs to the 
bedroom. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and he peered around it 
noiselessly until he could see his calmly sleeping wife. Her blonde hair was 
splayed around her head like a golden halo, and the bed covers were slipping 
down to reveal one huge sleeping breast, rising almost imperceptibly with 
her undisturbed breathing. Her beautiful slender hand lay down at her side, 
the fingers curled around the blanket like a peaceful child's. Jerry wanted 
to rush forward and kiss her, but he checked the impulse, thinking it was 
better to let her sleep. 

But JoAnn sensed her husband's presence and stirred awake, tossing her head 
toward the open door. 

"Jerry? ... Is that you, dear?" 

"Yes, darling, I'm home!" He sank into the bed beside her, hugging her still 
sleep-limp body. "I took a taxi ... I didn't want you to have to drive all 
the way out to the airport...." 

JoAnn smiled sleepily, sitting up in bed. 

Suddenly she felt the realization of last night flooding over her with new 
security. Jerry was home ... and he loved her, and he appreciated her. He 
appreciated her for herself, not for anything he hoped he could get from 
her. He cared for her sincerely, unconditionally ... the way she had always 
been looking for someone to do. 

And here it was, right at home! She knew she would no longer be out prowling 
the parks and school yards ... she'd never again feel intimidated by 
unscrupulous characters who fed on her guilt-feelings. Jerry was home now, 
and she could spend all her time pleasing him, now that her horrible 
perversion had fled. 

"How'd the dinner go with Danny Cochran?" Jerry asked. 

Even the horrors of her wild submissions to the three men and the huge 
German shepherd the night before couldn't shake JoAnn's new feeling of 
confidence. "Fine, darling, just fine...." And she smiled wickedly up at 
him, "Would you like to see my pussy, darling ... it's all wet and ready for 
you!" 


THE END
