A Wife Alone
by Peter Jensen


CHAPTER ONE 

Sandy Costa-Gomes sat at a small round table beneath the outdoor awning of 
the Cafe Suica, a large cafe on the Rossio Square in Lisbon, Portugal. She 
sipped a small glass of ruby red Sandeman port wine, a joyful smile playing 
on her pretty young face as she gazed with delight on the lively street 
scene before her. The spring flowers were in full bloom in the center of the 
square and lunchtime crowds flooded the streets from the surrounding shops 
and offices. The sky was a clear deep blue, unmarred by even the tiniest 
wisp of cloud and the sun shone brightly, glinting off the tiny black and 
white tiles of the sidewalks. 

How colorful, how like a fairytale fantasy her life had become since she had 
met and married Carlos Costa-Gomes. They had met romantically at this very 
cafe one evening almost two years ago. She and Carlos had fallen in love 
with each other almost instantly, and six months later Carlos had flown to 
Boston, where her parents gave them an elaborate wedding, and then the 
couple returned to Lisbon to begin their married life together. They had 
found a charming but inexpensive apartment on the Rua do Arco, not far from 
the main street of Lisbon, the Avenida da Iiberdad. 

Only one thing had been upsetting the young American girl about her life in 
the exotic Latin capital. It was the way the Portuguese men would look at 
her as she walked down the street and whisper to her in Portuguese as she 
passed them by, or hiss through their teeth at her. She tried to be 
understanding, since this Latin culture was more sexually repressed than the 
American one in which she had been raised, but still it made her a bit 
uncomfortable. Most American girls in Latin countries find it difficult to 
adjust to this phenomenon, and .Sandy was an exceptionally beautiful young 
woman. Her figure was ripe and full-breasted, her legs long and shapely, and 
her breasts were full and round and firm. She had narrow hips, almost 
boyish, which even further accentuated the voluptuousness of her figure. The 
thin summer cotton dress she wore did little to hide the sensuous curves of 
her thighs and she was aware that the man at the next table was darting his 
eyes over her body appreciatively. Her tongue played nervously across her 
full, lovely mouth a moment and her face, though momentarily uncomfortable, 
was smooth-skinned and well-tanned, harboring large, expressive robin's egg 
blue eyes and a small, slender, slightly upturned nose. 

She wished that Carlos would arrive at the cafe soon. It was their custom to 
meet at lunch hour at the cafe. He worked as an executive assistant to the 
president of a large diamond company whose offices were not far from the 
square. Lately he had been somewhat concerned about his job, but hadn't 
really talked much about it. Since the "peaceful revolution" two years 
earlier the political climate of the country had been shakey. Sandy and 
Carlos had both been glad to see the end of a forty year dictatorship in the 
country, but foreign policy towards the African colonies was in constant 
flux, and since the mines that Carlos's company owned were mostly in Africa, 
things were often in turmoil. 

Suddenly, Sandy felt someone behind her, felt the sweet kiss on her neck 
just below her ear, and she looked up to see her handsome husband behind 
her. 

"Hello, darling," she said, smiling up at him. 

He gazed at her with the look of a man still terribly in love and sat down 
beside her at the little table, moving his chair as close as he could to 
hers so that their thighs touched. Sandy felt a little thrill run through 
her body at the nearness of him. 

"You're as lovely as the day we met," he said to her in the huskily misty 
voice that was so characteristic of him ... a voice that remindeed her of 
the male fado singers, singers of the typically melancholy Portuguese love 
song. 

The waiter arrived at their table almost immediately, and Carlos, ordered 
lunch for them both. 

"Duos pragos, fac o favor," he said, asking for the thin steak sandwiches 
which he preferred for lunch almost every day. 

The sandwiches arrived and Sandy bit into hers like a delicate bird while 
Carlos tore into his with a voracious appetite. Sandy loved the Portuguese 
rolls that the sandwiches were served on - papos secos they were called, and 
Carlos had told her that the translation of that was "dry throat." But the 
rolls were still warm from the oven . . . soft and sweet. 

"Listen, little one," he said. "I must fly to Angola tonight for the 
company. They are having trouble at one of the mines there and . .. " 

"Oh, no, darling!" 

"I am afraid I must, love. Sr. Passos, the director, called me into his 
office just a half hour ago." Carlos paused and looked at her lovingly with 
his dark brown eyes. "I will miss you too, my dearest, you have no idea how 
much. ..." 

He reached out and took her hand in his and she felt a thrilling shiver race 
through her voluptuous body, "As you say in English . . . chin up, love ..." 
He glanced at his watch. "Pve got to run now. Passos has to give me a 
briefing ... the political situation is extremely sensitive ... and then I 
will fly straight there. Ill take a taxi home, pack my bag, head straight 
back to the office, and then to the airport." 

He bent down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Then Sandy watched him 
walk down the sparkling sunlit street toward the Praca do Commercio, looking 
so elegantly handsome in his custom tailored grey suit. She took one long, 
last sip of her port wine, then called the waiter to order another. 

Why? She thought. Why? She had lived in Lisbon for more than a year now and 
still did not have many friends. It was so hard being a foreigner in this 
strange country. She was trying hard to learn Portuguese, but it was not 
easy to fall into a relaxed conversation in a language that wasn't your own. 

But oh, she did love Carlos so! Loved him more than she had ever known a 
woman could love a man. 

Sandy ordered another Port wine from the waiter, then sat back in the strong 
afternoon sun, her eyes half closed as she remembered their romantic first 
meeting. She had been strictly brought up, yet she had somehow allowed 
herself to talk to the strange but handsome young man who had approached her 
at the cafe. There was something so handsome, so poetic, so elegant about 
him. He had bought her an aperitif at the Suica and after talking with him 
for awhile she had accepted his invitation to dinner. Halfway through the 
meal, Sandy realized she was falling hopelessly in love with Carlos 
Costa-Gomes. 

That first night he had taken her back to her hotel after dinner, leaving 
her at the front door, but their second date the following evening, things 
were quite different. 

He had picked her up at the hotel in his sleek new Mercedes sedan and then 
taken her to dinner. Afterwards, he had driven out along the highway to a 
deserted spot overlooking the Tagus River and parked the car. 

She had been so crazy about this impossibly romantic Portuguese from the 
very first, that it had taken all her willpower to retain her virginity 
until they were married. It had been far from easy not to give in to the 
overwhelming passion that had coursed through her body every time he was 
near. 

That night, parked along the Tagus, she had found herself unable to object 
when he took her into his arms in the front seat of the Mercedes. She had 
never before in all her eighteen years been so turned on by a man. Before 
then, she hadn't even been very excited by kissing. But when she felt 
Carlos's thrusting male hardness straining to break through his pants where 
it pressed against her bare thigh, a flood of emotions was unleashed in her, 
totally unlike anything she had ever felt before. 

She had had no thought of protesting, yet Carlos was kissing her as no boy 
at home ever had, with his tongue sliding all the way into her mouth and 
filling it up, lapping at her tongue and probing at her teeth. And she found 
it delicious like nothing she had ever done before, and the sensual little 
thrill he was causing was burning a lewd path right down into her belly. 
Eventually she was licking him back, their mouths glued wetly together and 
their tongues thrusting in a passionate semblance of intercourse. And with 
his enormously powerful throbbing penis pressing so hard against her leg, 
she was quite taken away.. 

It was the first knowledge she had had of the power of a man's penis as a 
dominating force. It was - it was heaven! Just feeling the pressure against 
her softly yielding young flesh had been enough to make her feel half crazy. 
She wouldn't have ended that kiss for the world. 

If only Carlos hadn't abruptly slid his fingers up through the naked 
smoothness of her parted thighs. 

"Carloooooos ..." She had struggled then to break off the searing kiss as 
one of his fingers insinuated itself slowly but insistently underneath the 
modestly damp elastic crotchband of her panties in order to tickle it into 
her desire-moistened pubic curls and finally move between the swollen outer 
lips of her burning young cunt. 

How suprised she had been to find that she was wet down there, just from 
Carlos's kissing. She had never even masturbated before, and nothing in her 
innocent young hfe had quite prepared her for this . . . for the fact that 
being kissed by this handsome young man could make her pussy flow like the 
swollen Tagus River before them! 

"Carlos - please! Let me go!" She had finally managed to break from his 
mouth and tried to push his shoulders back with her hands. 

Not that that helped matters much. For his finger was still arching and 
delving inside the warmly seeping confines of her cuntal lips, and her belly 
had felt so strange.... 

"You are so warm and wet there, Tny darling," las toad'said in tois soft 
strong voice, as his finger continued to circle around obscenely up between 
her trembling young thighs. 

In moral panic, the blonde virgin tried to grip Carlos's wrist to try to 
draw his hand away from there, but it felt so heavenly she wanted to swoon, 
and her grasp was very weak against his confident touch. 

"Please ... no ... Carlos ... oh .., what... what are you doing to me . .." 
she wailed. 

"You are a woman ... I am a man ... is simple . .." he said in his lightly 
accented voice, worming his middle finger around over the sensitive bud of 
her clitoris until she thought she would die, it felt so fantastic. Her 
thighs seemed to part despite her best intentions, and then his single 
finger was sliding effortlessly in and out of her virginal cunt on that 
swollen river of liquid fire that seemed to have come out of nowhere. 

She was mystified and more than a little alarmed at the way her body was 
betraying her ... in a strange country, with this strangely handsome foreign 
young man, who had his middle finger plunged all the way into her cunt and 
was wiggling it around inside. She could feel the knuckles of his other 
fingers pressing her passion-soaked pubic hair in a wild friction of lust 
back against her pulsating clitoris, and she knew a level of delight that 
completely transcended any sensation she had ever dreamed existed. If this 
was sex, it was the most wonderful thing in the world! She wanted more of 
it, more of it, not less! 

But her upbringing had been strict and she made one last try at protecting 
her moral virtue. "But - but," she stammered through chattering, lust-ridden 
teeth. "You'll ruin meee, Carlos ... it's - it's not right! Stop!" 

Mystified by this renewed protest, the young Portuguese had suddenly, slid 
his finger down and out of her grasping hot pussy, the walls of which seemed 
to clasp desperately after it until finally the complete and aching 
separation was made. 

"Caralho!"hQ swore, "Americanas!" 

-In that terrible moment her loins wanted his finger back inside of her more 
than anything in the whole world. Her lower belly felt as if it were doing 
somersaults. If he hadn't taken his finger out when he did, she wouldn't 
have had the strength to protest again. But no. It was not to be. Carlos 
actually had taken her seriously at last and gave her clinging moist loins 
the respite they no longer desired. She closed her thighs tightly together 
and began weeping softly. 

"Darling," he said, stroking her arm and trying to comfort her. "Be calm, my 
sweet . . . Are you ... a virgin?" His voice was foggy like the salty warm 
night air. 

"Yes, lam." 

"I am so sorry. I really am. I didn't realize . .. Most American girls .. . 
they come here for kicks and..." 

He drew her close to him as she sobbed her heart out. She wasn't quite sure 
why she was crying-perhaps it was because he had taken his linger out, or 
because he was being so kind, or because of the overwhelming feeling of love 
that was growing in her heart and her belly and her thighs and ... ohhhhhh! 

It was so nice being comforted by this handsome young Portuguese. Sandy's 
voluptuously firm full breasts heaved and quivered as they pressed into 
Carlos's hard muscular chest. His hand stroked her shivering back as if he 
were gentling a startled mare, his face pressed against hers so that his 
nose was buried in all that warmly scented long blonde hair. 

"Oh - I think I am falling in love with you, little Americana," he said, 
feeling his penis expand madly and hotly till it hurt against the tight 
confines of his pants. 

"Yes,"-she whispered between sobs, "I - I can feel it, too." 

And, indeed, she had fallen irrevocably in love with him in that instant 
and, afterwards, never had eyes for anyone else. Even though he did nothing 
more with her that evening and controlled his flaming loins like a saint, 
until she knew that he must love her very much to hold back so with her. 

He drove her back to her hotel and kissed her goodnight gently at the door, 
stroking her soft face, promising to see her again soon. She clutched him 
desperately, wondering if he really meant it. Or had he lost his respect for 
her, now that he had had his finger in her pussy? Or maybe he'd never call 
her again because she hadn't let him go all the way. Oh God! She was damned 
if she did and damned if she didn't. 

"Yes," he reassured her with great tenderness, lightly touching her soft 
warm hair. "Adeus, cam." And he had been true to his word, courting her like 
a gentleman for the rest of her stay in Lisbon, then writing to her at her 
parents' home in Boston, finally proposing in an unforgettable letter and 
flying across the great Atlantic for the wedding. 

They had flown to Madeira for a glorious honeymoon, where she joyfully 
surrendered her body to him, and then they had moved into the little 
apartment on Rua do Arco. 

But lately Carlos had been travelling a great deal for the diamond company 
and it was beginning to have a detrimental effect on their once blissful 
marriage. Sandy was beginning to feel neglected - especially in the bedroom. 
She had been left alone so many nights the past few months, and often, even 
when he was in Lisbon, he would be so wrapped up in his work that he would 
come to bed too tired to fulfill her sexual desires. A kiss on the cheek in 
the Cafe Suica every afternoon was certainly not enough for Sandy. 

She opened her eyes and caught the waiter's attention and ordered still 
another port wine. It was beginning to make her feel lightheaded, almost 
giddy. It was good. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Although aware of the glances of the Portuguese men who passed by the 
sidewalk cafe, Sandy was oblivious to the American couple seated only a 
table away from her, who were also covertly eyeing the beautiful blonde 
girl. 

Glenda and Dan Newton were a middle-aged couple in Europe looking for a good 
time - and a good time for the swinging couple meant sex - plenty of it and 
in any and every way they could find it. At thirty-five, Glenda Newton was 
as attractive a woman as Sandy. Her red hair was long and wavy and full 
around her exquisitely high-cheekboned face, and she wore a short skirt that 
revealed her well-tanned and sensual thighs, her legs bare, her feet encased 
in thin-strapped leather sandals. And Dan, though forty, was darkly 
handsome, muscularly well built, with a thick head of dark wavy hair, 
lightly spiced with grey. 

"What do you think," Glenda asked her husband, raising one eyebrow and 
glancing at the beautiful blonde. They were just close enough to Sandy's 
table to have heard the conversation between the young girl and Carlos, and 
perceptive enough to correctly interpret Sandy's mood. 

"Ready and ripe," Dan smirked. "Well, shall we introduce ourselves ... a 
poor lonely American couple. ..." 

Glenda winked at him, then rose from the table and approached the young 
woman. "Pardon me," she said, appearing distraught . . . "Are you American?" 

"Why yes," Sandy smiled. It was so good to hear a native American. 

"Oh, I'm so delighted," Glenda told her. "My husband and I have just arrived 
here and we really are a bit lost. We don't speak any of this indecipherable 
language, and we're having just the most difficult time getting around. We 
didn't want to take a stuffy old bus tour . . . but really, it's so 
difficult____" 

"Why I'd be glad to help you out," Sandy told her. "You're welcome to join 
me if you'd like." Sandy had seen couples like this before... Americans so 
used to their own culture that they were just lost when they travelled in 
Europe. 

"That's so nice of you," Glenda told her, and waved to Dan to join them.... 

Sandy began to talk to them of Lisbon and its wonderful sights ... The 
statue of Fatima and the carriage museum, the St. George Castle which 
overlooked the entire city, strutting peacocks wandering in the flowered 
courts, the casinos of Estoril and the little fishing villages just a ferry 
ride across the Tagus.... 

"Gee, it all sounds so great," Dan was saying, when suddenly Glenda put her 
hand to her forehead. "Oh, dear," she sighed ... "I think I'm getting one of 
my headaches again.. 

Dan looked concerned. 

"Don't worry dear," she reassured him. "It's just another of those damned 
migraines ... I'll take a taxi back to the hotel." 

Dan started to excuse himself and rise from the table when Glenda told him 
firmly to sit down. 

"It's all right dear . .. I'll go back to the hotel myself. No sense both of 
us missing this beautiful afternoon." 

"Don't be silly darling," Dan protested. "I'll go back with you." 

"Don't you be silly, Dan." Glenda seemed adamant. "You know I just need to 
lie down for awhile...." 

Her husband began to protest again, but she silenced him with one of her 
long slender fingers, the nails polished a bright red, over his lips. "I 
won't hear of you ruining the afternoon on my account." And with that she 
walked to the curb and instantly hailed an old green and black Mercedes 
taxicab. 

This was an old ruse that she and Dan had used a dozen times on this trip .. 
. with young girls in Paris and London and Amsterdam. Usually it worked like 
a jewel, and today looked like it would be no exception. 

For a moment, Sandy felt a slight sense of discomfort being left alone with 
a strange man, and an attractive one at that. But he looked so lost in the 
foreign city and so helpless without the company of his wife, that Sandy 
volunteered to show him some of the sights. 

"Oh," he said charmingly to her offer, "I wouldn't think of inconveniencing 
you." 

"Not at all," Sandy smiled sweetly. "It's nice to hear some good American 
speech for a change." 

Dan courteously picked up her bill from the table and despite her protests 
paid it. They left the cafe and Sandy led him to the Fiat sedan that Carlos 
had given her as a first anniversary present. 

They spent all afternoon driving about the beautiful city and Sandy found 
the handsome man to be charming company. Around six, Dan phoned the Ritz 
Hotel to see how Glenda was doing and " returned to tell Sandy that she was 
somewhat better but had had room service bring her dinner and would stay in 
all evening. She had suggested that if Sandy were free, he might take her to 
dinner. 

Sandy at first was embarassed by the offer, but then she reconsidered. Why 
not? Carlos was up in the skies somewhere flying off to Angola and she was 
so tired, so damned tired, of taking her dinner alone in their little 
apartment. Why not, she thought. Why the hell not? They dined at a small 
restaurant, one that tourists rarely found, where you could still get a full 
course meal for about fifty escudos - less than two dollars. 

They ate a rich and hearty sopa da mariscos, a creamy soup made from tiny 
shrimp, and for a main dish, Porco Alenteijano, a native specialty of pork 
and clams. For dessert there was a dish of little pastries called pastais 
natas, a fiakey pastry crust filled with creamy sweet custard, and fine 
strong Portuguese coffee spiked with brandy for a finish. During the meal 
there had also been plenty of rich red wine. Sandy was glowing from a 
combination of the alcohol and a strange sense of freedom. 

"Well," said Dan when they had finished. "I could go back to the hotel 
early, but Glenda is probably asleep and I'm not at all tired. If you'd like 
it, I've always wanted to hear some of this fado music I hear so much 
about." 

And again Sandy thought, why not... why the hell not! 

Vaguely she realized she had been drinking all day and strange ideas were 
beginning to infiltrate her mind. Sandy had never even ilirted with the idea 
of being unfaithful to her husband. Their marriage had always been 
wonderful-until the company started sending Carlos on all these trips. But 
now, to her alcohol-fogged brain, the idea of making Carlos jealous began to 
seem like a good one. I wonder, she thought, how he is with Glenda in bed. 
Then she began to giggle. 

"What is it?" Dan asked. 

"Oh, nothing," Sandy stammered, "I - I was just thinking of something...." 

She parked outside a little fado house in the Alfama district of Lisbon - an 
area that tourists love for its picturesque and historical old streets, but 
which is the most poverty stricken area of the city. 

They entered the tiny, candle-lit bistro and sat down at a table of old 
wood, inlaid with blue and white Portuguese tiles. In the romantic darkness 
of the fado house, Sandy found herself embarassed to look directly at Dan 
after picturing him in bed with Glenda. Yet somehow, she couldn't get the 
thought out of her mind. She even wondered what it might be like to sleep 
with him herself. She fought to purge the images from the back of her mind, 
but they persisted until suddenly she began to giggle again. 

Dan laughed. "Perhaps a few more drinks and you'll share your secret with 
me. . .." 

Again, Sandy found herself thinking. Why not - why the hell not? 

"You should order a pitcher of Sangria she said-"It's wonderful, made from a 
very special and very old recipe...." 

Suddenly the place grew very quiet and two men seated themselves on chairs 
at one end of the small room. One was playing a guitar and the other an 
instrument that looked something like a mandolin. Then a young girl stepped 
out from behind a thin cotton curtain. She was wearing the traditional shawl 
of the female fado singer, and a dark cotton dress beneath it, which, 
despite its drabness, could not conceal the voluptuous form of her young, 
ripe body. She had a beautiful if somewhat melancholy face, with large round 
dark eyes and a full, red sensual mouth. 

The musicians played the opening notes of the sadly sweet music of Sombras, 
which means shadows, a song of unrequited love. The girl began to sing in a 
strangely haunting voice, misty like Carlos's, misty like the salty ocean 
air of Lisbon. Sandy closed her eyes and began to feel the music permeating 
her mind and body, and.she gently swayed to the sweet refrains. 

"You seem a million miles away, Sandy," Dan said. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she quickly apologized. "It's just that this music is so 
beautiful...." 

"As long as you're not bored with my company." 

"Oh no, Dan ... not at all... It's just the wine and the music. . .." 

"You know, you're a very lovely woman, Sandy," he said in a soft murmur. 
"Very lovely indeed." 

Had it not been for the wine, perhaps Sandy would have been shocked. But now 
she listened to him, feeling the warmth of his breath as he talked to her. 
He was sitting very close to her on the wooden bench, both of them leaning 
towards each other with their elbows on the tile table. Suddenly she felt 
very close to this man. Each of them could not be with their spouses for 
whatever reason and she felt a kinship with him that only a shared 
loneliness can bring. 

"Thank you," she said in response to his compliment. "It's been so long 
since..." Suddenly, she broke off, embarrassed. 

"Since what, Sandy?" 

Since Carlos had said that... she wanted to say. But she kept her thoughts 
to herself. 

"But she didn't have to speak out loud for Dan to know what she was 
thinking. He put his arm around her shoulders and her body gently leaned 
against his. 

The full side of her voluptuous breast was pressed to the side of his 
muscular chest and she could feel his thigh pressed against hers. She was 
just barely aware of a light dampness easing its way from her trembling 
vagina to the rosy pink lips of her pussy. She had never felt like this just 
sitting next to a man. Yet she could not deny the fire that was beginning to 
build deep inside her, and she tried tentatively to pull away from him. 

But Dan held her close. He knew the effect the alcohol was having on her, 
and instead of allowing her to move away, he lowered his arm to her slender 
waist and pulled her even tighter to him. And even though she was afraid, 
Sandy felt a kind of comfort in his strong arms* Her love-hungry body 
pressed involuntarily hard to his and she felt as if she were losing all 
control over it. 

The young wife closed her eyes, trying to shut out the truth, but it made 
the music even more sensually powerful. Sandy's mind was starting to play 
sexual fantasies somewhere deep within her, masculine presence. Her body 
continued to sway subtly to the music as he held her. 

Suddenly she felt Dan take her hand, as he stood up and she followed him 
from the bistro. As soon as they were outside, he leaned against the cool 
stone wall and pulled her to him, holding her tightly to him. And she wanted 
him, needed him. 

The fire up between her spasming thighs grew hotter as she threw her arms 
around his neck. Her hips began to move frantically against his, and Dan 
responded by moving still closer to her, grinding his heavy pelvis at her as 
though he were taking her right there outside the fado house. Then one of 
Dan's legs was moving between hers as they danced, rubbing maddeningly 
against the satiny flesh of her exposed upper thigh. Her mini-skirt was 
hiked high on her leg and Dan drew her still closer to his hot loins. Sandy 
gasped as she felt his huge penis hard beneath his trousers, straining at 
her involuntarily. She ground her hips against him, her mouth open, 
breathing heavily, spurred salaciously on by the growing fire inside her. 
She put her hand on the back of his neck, leaning backward, and pushed her 
desire-inflamed loins against his straining penis. She stared at him as 
though he were a stranger, her eyes searching for his identity. They could 
still hear the yearningly romantic strains of the fado music inside, and she 
could almost feel their naked bodies touching. She imagined them to be on a 
bed, ready for each other, ready for the final thrust that would connect 
their flesh together. 

Suddenly Dan pulled her closer, and kissed her brutally, crushing her lips 
against his open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat. 

Oh my God! she thought. What is happening! The shock of the stranger's 
sudden kiss forced its way into her aroused and alcohol-dazed brain, turning 
her to ice as she came abruptly to her senses. She wanted the kiss, needed 
it desperately, but she knew it was wrong, horribly wrong. 

"No, Dan ..." she managed to say breathlessly. She struggled out of his 
powerful hold, dazed, not quite sure yet what was happening, but knowing 
that she was excited and aroused far beyond the danger point. 

She was frightened, knowing that Dan excited her, that she wanted him! But 
she had gone too far, too fast. She must stop. 

She turned and began to run unsteadily to the car. Dan came up alongside of 
her and entered the car on the driver's side. Sandy was relieved. She was 
already too drunk to drive through the winding narrow streets of the Alfama. 

She leaned against the seat and was silent as they drove back to the 
Avenida. In response to his question she gave Dan her address and mumbled 
directions to him. And while he drove, her confused brain whirled with shame 
and embarrassment as she recalled her lewdly uninhibited behavior outside 
the fado house. How could she have been so wanton, so uncontrollably 
obscene? She knew that the answer must he in the fact that her sexual needs 
had been so long unfulfilled, but that was no excuse for the disgrace she 
had made of herself. 

She didn't blame the handsome American tourist at all for having responded 
to what she considered her brazen behavior, and she knew that in losing 
control of herself, whether because of the wine and brandy and sangria or 
because of her deep sexual needs, she had somehow violated her marriage, 
little did she realize, of course, that her fatal weakening had been 
expected and encouraged by the man now driving her car home - to the home 
that she shared with her loving husband Carlos. 

Deep in self accusation, Sandy failed to notice that they had arrived at her 
home until Dan pulled to the curb and began to park. Sandy said nothing as 
she followed him up the well-polished wooden steps to the second floor. She 
prayed that Dona Rita, the landlady, would not see her being escorted home 
by a strange man. 

She knew she should have left him at the front door, but for some reason she 
had not protested, and now, despite her better judgment, she found herself 
handing him the key. 

No sooner were they in the apartment, than Dan put his arms around her 
petite waist, as he stood behind her looking over her shoulder at the 
apartment that she and Carlos had furnished so lovingly with antiques found 
in the countryside. And oddly enough, she felt strangely at home in his 
powerful arms. For a moment her guilt returned, but was swept away in an 
instant as Dan slowly lifted his arms, positioning his hands at the fullness 
of her quivering breasts. At first Sandy jumped at his electric touch, but 
then the alcohol she had consumed stilled her conscience, and she gave 
herself over to the comforting, relaxing sensations his hands were giving 
her. 

Dan smiled as he felt all resistance flow out of the helpless young woman. 
He could feel the taut nipples of her voluptuous breasts pulsating eagerly 
beneath the thin material of her light dress. The cool evening air and the 
events of the night had kept them almost hard since they had been at the 
fado house, and his expert ministrations urged them on. Sandy's head lolled 
back without resistance against his shoulder as he urgently massaged, her 
softly resilient flesh. She put her hands over his, entwining their fingers. 

"Ooooooh, Dan," she murmured softly, her aroused body shifting with the 
movements of his hands. There was no thought now of her husband, no thought 
of the man she had vowed to love. Only the gentle urgings of the hands 
manipulating her tingling flesh into the white-hot head of desire. 

Cupping her hands over his, she started to turn, but Dan took the lead and 
pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching full length, and 
looked at each other. He's so good, she thought. So gentle. Nothing he could 
do would be wrong . .. nothing ... . The rock-hard bulge in Dan's trousers 
twitched lewdly against her smoothly flat belly, and she felt the dampness 
between her legs renewed as her thoughts suddenly envisioned what the huge 
swollen member would feel like worming around deep inside her love-starved 
cunt. There was no turning back now. It had gone too far ... much too far. 
And almost eagerly she let Dan draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at 
first, then more urgently. 

Her lips pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it 
probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic 
stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat, and the alcohol she had 
consumed made his touch seem godlike. She knew no right or wrong, only 
passion and an all-consuming desire that mattered above all else. ... 

They stood motionless as Dan pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily 
into her eyes. He knew she was ready but she surprised him by how ready she 
was. 

"Oh, please," she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Let's 
make love, Dan." 

Her words were those of a woman who hungered for escape from the loneliness 
of her life in a foreign land. She hated being left alone by Carlos, and she 
feared that perhaps he no longer loved her as much as he once had. Her words 
surprised her as much as they did Dan, but she did not try to take them 
back. She had said them, and she somehow, through the honesty of her 
alcohol-dimmed mind, knew she wanted him. The mixture of alcohol and passion 
had taken complete control of her mind and body and nothing else in the 
world mattered. Dan felt triumphant inside himself, and he led the young 
blonde trance-like into the bedroom. He didn't release his hold on her, his 
one hand fondling her rock-hard nipples as he eased her down on the white 
chenille spread-the bedspread that Carlos's mother had given them, an 
heirloom that had once belonged to his grandmother. 

Sandy felt her conscience shouting at her as she sank down on the soft 
mattress, and lay back trembling, her legs slightly parted and waiting to be 
taken. And in spite of her desire, she was slightly afraid: it was all new 
to her and for all practical purposes she felt like a virgin. No man had 
ever touched her except her husband, out now he seemed like only a dream. 
Everything was so unreal. She couldn't stop her brain from whirling around 
crazily, and each movement of arms and legs and bodies as the couple came 
together in a fiery embrace was slow motion, preplanned, unhindered by 
inhibition. 

Sandy felt Dan's legs tangle in hers, pressing hard against her velvety 
thighs as his moist tongue pursued a course under her throat and down her 
bare chest to the voluptuous valley between her youthfully firm breasts, and 
she reveled in his touch. She felt him unzip her dress and slip it down over 
her deeply tanned shoulders, pulling the top lower until suddenly her 
quiveringly erect nipples were free in the air, free to be touched and 
tantalized. 

"Oooh, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good." The young wife spread her 
tanned thighs farther apart so that she could feel the fullness of his 
strong body pressing heavily against the wetness between her legs. She felt 
him grasp her wrist as he pulled her hand down to his throbbingly erect 
penis, and she voluntarily stroked the incredibly massive muscle that was 
trying to free itself from the imprisonment of his clothing. She rubbed 
softly at first, then harder, hearing Dan groan in appreciation. For a 
moment, she stopped as he half rose and stripped her dress from her body. 

Dan halted long enough to look down in the darkness illuminated by moonlight 
through the French windows at the sleekly sensuous curves of the woman who 
lay beneath him. There was no flaw, no blemish. He could see the shadowy 
triangle of soft pubic hair beneath the white silk bikini panties she wore 
and he tugged at them until she lifted her hips to ease their removal. 

While he hurriedly undressed himself, Sandy lay hypnotically back, watching, 
waiting, as his straining cock sprang free from his shorts. It was as large 
as any she had imagined - even when she had been stroking it she had not 
thought it would be as large as this. Carlos was nothing compared to the 
giant of a man that kneeled on the bed beside her now, and a shiver of lewd 
anticipation rippled through the young woman again as she thought of his 
erect cock's pleasure-giving thickness grinding around deep up inside her 
warm moist belly. 

For a long moment, Sandy's aroused lover knelt above her trembling form, his 
breath coming in quick excited gasps. Then he fell upon her, ravaging the 
softness of her naked flesh with passionate kisses, his massive cock pressed 
hard against the outside of her squirming thigh, its heated length searing 
into her tortured nerves. She writhed against him, trying to get him to 
change his position, but he was the leader. He ran his hand quickly down her 
sides and across the soft silken mound at the base of her helpless belly. 
She could feel the fingers grope for a moment, spreading the softness of her 
silken pubic hair, and then, finding the. smooth fleshy slit between her 
legs, suddenly slip into place and begin gently massaging her already 
swollen clitoris. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped. It had been so long, so long, and now, now she was 
going to be taken by another man, aman she had only MET THAT SAME AFTERNOON! 
A man who was someone else's husband! Forcing all thoughts of guilt from her 
mind, she lifted her hips to meet his lewdly insinuating finger and increase 
the pressure against her hotly throbbing womanhood. 

"Put it in," she begged. "Please put iftin." Dan responded by swiftly 
slipping his middle finger into her hungrily open vagina, and pushing 
deeply, expertly. 

"Oooooohhh," she sighed as he began to rotate it around up inside her warmly 
seeping passage in large circles, caressing the softly fleshy walls of her 
burning cunt with a maddening thoroughness she had never known before. 

"Ooooooh, God, Dan," she groaned through her tightly pressed lips. Then he 
slipped another finger into the open passage. 

"How do you like that?" he asked gently, knowing he was driving the helpless 
girl out of her mind. 

"Oh, yes, please, more," she sighed, sucking in her breath from the 
excruciating pleasure he was bringing her. 

Dan moved his fingers back and forth inside her like a small child walking 
with his fingers. Sandy closed her eyes and pumped her aching loins upward 
again and again. Her vaginal opening was tight, but seemed to flower open 
farther and farther as his obscenely probing fingers excited her to greater 
and greater heights, vanquishing all the ugly frustration of the last few 
months. 

"Please," she murmured, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Take 
me now, Dan, please! I can't stand it anymore!" 

"Yes, now!" the burly man hissed, then guided his massive cock up between 
her widespread legs and against the tightly pleading opening of her 
desire-inflamed cunt. He probed for a moment, teasing the softly hair-lined 
lips and feeling the enticingly tender flesh beneath him open wider. "Oooh, 
oooh!" Sandy cried as she felt the bulbous head slip wetly inside her 
sex-starved vagina, worming slowly into her yearning passage and filling her 
with all the hardened male flesh she could stand. Her lust-incited senses 
completely controlled her as the stranger thrust his pulsating cock deeper 
and deeper up into her spastically heaving belly. "Oh, more, more!" she 
cried aloud, kicking her legs open wider around his pistoning body to take 
him as deep as she could up between them. 

Dan was surprised at her fury and her lust-abandoned moans excited him 
further. He stopped for a moment, his great shaft of blood engorged flesh 
sunk inside her to the hilt, his sperm-filled balls brushing lightly against 
the softly rounded moons of her smooth buttocks. He watched as she thrashed 
her head from side to side, her mouth open, tears of wild, erotic pleasure 
in her eyes. 

"Please, Dan, please, give it to me!!!" And the lust-swollen muscle inside 
her began to stroke slowly in and out between her helplessly dangling legs, 
a few inches only at first: Out for an inch or two, then slipping wetly back 
inside again as Dan took control of himself. He wanted this to last; he 
wanted this beautiful blonde to remember this for the rest of her life! 

Sandy groaned as she felt the maddening movement caressing the moistened 
walls of her fully dilated cunt. She lifted her trembling knees higher and 
braced the bottom of her feet against his sides. Her tensed buttocks 
strained up off the bed, her hungrily throbbing vagina reaching violently up 
for Dan's red-hot rod of flesh as it began to increase its maddening pitch. 
In perfect control, Dan guided his massively straining cock with merciless 
precision, lengthening each stroke a fraction of an inch more with each 
grinding thrust. Sandy groaned beneath him and settled into the rhythm, 
meeting his driving pelvis with her own moistly contracting cunt? tormented 
beyond her wildest dreams. 

Her insides felt as though they were about to burst. With each stroke the 
brilliant strobe-like flashes in her mind intensified. She thrust upward, 
harder and harder, trying to fill herself completely with his licentiously 
pulsing hardness. Never had such a great cock filled her, never had she 
known such excitement. Every feeling was so intense she thought she would go 
mad. 

Sandy dug her nails into his hard-driving buttocks and her lover's hands 
grasped at her soft flesh, nearly pulling it from her. The pain of his 
strong grip was pure pleasure to her, and every inch of her body caught on 
fire with dancing electric shocks snaking their way at the speed of light 
through her helplessly writhing young body, throwing her into a nether world 
beyond the reality of the world outside, concentrating her entire being on 
the unbelievable sensations the man above her was giving her. 

Her buttocks began to tighten orgasmically, the muscles grasping at the 
monstrous cock driving into her and flexing desperately aroupd it. Her tiny 
anus puckered inward again and again, and she tried to hold back for a 
moment longer, making the second last. Even in her wild, untamed fury 
everything was slow motion . . . each second seemed like a minute ... the 
muscles in her cock-filled belly were responding to the call of her clasping 
buttocks and tingling anus ... she was almost there ... almost... 

A great wave welled up inside her and the first convulsion started lazily, 
far down in the hidden depths of her quivering belly, and rolled downward 
like the sea with increasing power until it hit the bottom of her grinding 
pelvis at her cuntal opening, crashing against her just as Dan's pelvic bone 
crushed into her. The next came faster, snapping like a whip. 

"Aaarrrggghhh!" Now! God, I'm cummingnow, oh, oh, I'm cummmiiinnnggg! 
Aaaarrrggghhh!!!" she moaned out adulterously into the night air. 

The twisting young woman jerked up again as her entire being seemed to snap 
- again and again the violent waves of her orgasm crashed through her and 
she rebounded with them, jerking upward again and again. Her orgasmic juices 
filled her desperately sucking vaginal passage, lubricating it more and 
more, until the warm liquid sensation was too much for Dan to bear. Unable 
to prolong the delicious sensation, he rose up, throwing his head in circles 
from side to side. 

"Aaarrrggghhh!" he roared, like an animal about to attack, and the pressure 
in his heavily swinging balls burst as his white-hot cum erupted from his 
straining testicles and spurted from his cock-head deep up into her 
desperately flowering cunt. 

Sandy was still cumming when she felt his semen hotly filling her naked 
belly, adding more fuel to the already unbearable fires of her lust. 

"Oh. Ooooooh, God, ooohhh!" she cried out and her head rolled helplessly 
from side to side on the bed as Dan fell on top of her completely spent. 
Sandy's eyes were closed, but her attention was still focused on the furnace 
within her, still smoldering in the aftermath of her spent passions. Her 
legs dropped limply to her sides as she felt Dan's cock soften inside her, 
and then slip from her wetly satiated cunt with a satisfying plop. 

She lay still for awhile, trying to force her mind to stay in the present, 
on the pleasure she had just experienced, on Dan's heavy breathing as he 
still lay on top of her. But the violence of her orgasm had loosened the 
hole the liquor had gained on her, and she became aware of the persistent 
gnawing that was building up inside her: the gnawing of her repressed 
conscience. Sandy's dazed mind began slowly, painfully, to focus on the 
events of the day, from her husband's departure to Angola, to meeting the 
American couple at the Cafe Suica, the alcohol, the strange passion that had 
overcome her outside the fado house, and now ... this final act of obscene 
infidelity with a total stranger. She tried to channel her mind back to the 
beautiful sensations that had filled her only minutes before, but it was 
impossible. 

Oh God, she thought guiltily, what have I done? What am I going to do? I... 
I must have been crazy to do this. .. I must have been insane! Tears began 
to well up in her clouded eyes as she began to recognize the seriousness of 
her unfaithfulness. Carlos was in Angola, working hard for her and for their 
life together, and she was giving herself to another man in their own 
marriage bed like some two-bit puta. 

Dan rolled off her and turned his back, falling asleep on his side. Sandy 
was surprised and wondered if she should wake him. His wife would be waiting 
for him .. . how could he hurt her this way. Gently, she prodded hs sleeping 
form, but it was useless. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the guilty 
thoughts that had been plaguing her, and she too fell into a sleep, a sleep 
that was plagued with dreams that remained haunting specters even after she 
had awakened the following morning. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Sandy awoke and dressed the following morning, Dan Newton was still 
asleep in her bed. She stood staring at him for a long moment as he lay 
there where her husband usually slept, and she knew for the sake of her 
sanity that all she could do was follow her usual routine as if nothing were 
terribly wrong. ... 

She walked into the kitchen, but could not remember where she kept the 
coffee. Get a hold of yourself, she thought, as tears started to fill her 
eyes. You can't let yourself fall to pieces. She reached foi the pack of 
Sintra cigarettes on the tiled kitchen counter and lit it with trembling 
hands, then automatically found the coffee in the oak cabinet where it 
always was. She filled the antique copper pot with water and lit the gas 
flame beneath it with a wooden match. Then she prepared a large drip top 
filter with coffee and when the water began to boil, she slowly poured it 
over the rich dark ground beans. 

"Smells wonderful." 

Sandy looked up startled to find Dan leaning against the doorpost of the 
kitchen. 

"How are you feeling?" he asked, with a tone of sincere consideration in his 
voice that made Sandy want to answer honestly. She looked into his eyes. 

"Awful," she said in a soft half whisper. "Just awful." 

"You shouldn't," he told her. "We had a wonderful time together - shit! You 
were cumming like there was no tomorrow." 

Sandy blushed and looked away. Oh God, this was awful, awful.' How could she 
let a strange man stand there in Carlos's robe in their kitchen and talk to 
her like that. 

"Listen, baby ... I have just the cure for your blues?" 

And so saying, he pulled his right arm from behind his back and held up the 
bottle of Courvoisier that she and Carlos kept on the mantle in the living 
room. 

"Oh, no, Dan...;" 

"Come on ... there's absolutely no percentage in feeling rotten about 
something you've done ... something that gave you and me a great deal of 
pleasure. . .." 

She protested again as he poured the cognac into the coffee cups just after 
she had poured in the-coffee, but it was useless. 

"Now, drink your medicine like a.good little girl," he advised in an 
avuncular tone. 

Then suddenly she remembered something and looked at him again.... 

"What about your wife . . . what about Glenda . . . Why, I feel awful for 
her spending the night all alone in that hotel. ..." And suddenly Sandy felt 
a wave of hysteria run through her, imagining how she would feel if Carlos 
ever deserted her like that.... 

But Dan seemed unperturbed. 

"We've been together a long, long time . .." he said. "And we're two of a 
kind." 

Sandy sipped at her spiked coffee. She was beginning to feel slightly dizzy 
again, and strangely relaxed ... so relaxed that she almost smiled when Dan 
said to her: 

"It's nice to meet a woman that likes to fuck as much as you do." 

His words shocked her, and yet perversely, they excited her too. Despite the 
guilt she had felt earlier, she was aware of the sudden erection of her 
nipples as he spoke. She stared down into her coffee cup, aware of that same 
familiar tingling in her body that had led her to lose control the night 
before, and her hand began to tremble spilling some coffee onto the table. 
It couldn't be happening again! She kept her eyes lowered, and busied 
herself wiping the spill, hoping that Dan hadn't been aware of her renewed 
arousal. 

"Listen, baby," she heard him say. "Your young husband doesn't ever have to 
know about any of this. And what he doesn't know won't hurt him . . . Take 
it from someone older and wiser... ." 

Sandy looked up into his face, and saw at once the full import of what he 
was saying. 

"You can't imagine ..." she stammered, "that this will happen again." 

"But why not, darling," he laughed, a hungry look in his eyes. "You've got 
such a hot little cunt, baby ... and I've got a cock that's its perfect 
match." 

Sandy gasped at the purposefully shocking language he was using, and then 
stood up abruptly, busying herself with cleaning the kitchen. 

"Please don't talk like that," she told him. 

"Why pretend you don't love it," he told her. "You loved every minute of it 
last night. .. and now those words you're protesting against are getting you 
all hot and bothered again." 

Dan paused, and watched her nervously running a cloth over the' tile counter 
top, watched her trembling hands begin to wash the few dishes in the sink. 
He looked at the sexy swirls of her long blonde hair as it tumbled 
alluringly over her shoulders and down her back to her slim tapering waist. 
She turned to him a moment as if about to say something and he could see her 
heaving breasts and turgid nipples clearly outlined under the thin material 
of her dress. 

He continued to play with her body through his words. "You love my cock," he 
said . . . "You loved it last night as much as I loved your pussy... ." 

"Please ... stop...," 

"I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours, baby, and right now," 
Dan said, grinning lewdly, running his eyes over her body. "Let's go to bed 
again...." 

"No ..." she turned toward him, desire and fear mingling on her face. 

But Dan Newton stood up and walked toward her, enveloping her with his 
powerful arms and drawing her to him. She was helpless as he turned her 
around and unfastened the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. 
Then, with just his finger, he drew her thin nylon bikini panties down over 
the long slender columns of her deeply tanned legs. 

She stood, there in the kitchen completely naked and her soft-ripe nippies 
rose quickly at the sudden exposure to the air. She stared straight ahead as 
if in a trance as he surveyed her luscious body in the morning sunlight. In 
spite of her immobility, she couldn't ignore the unwanted feelings of 
arousal that were being born of the combination of alcohol and lust for this 
amoral stranger, and the man's eyes seemed to touch her physically as they 
travelled over the nakedness of her exposed body, looking searchingly for 
flaws that they would not find. 

He took her hand and led her as one leads a sleepwalker into the bedroom. 
Then Dan removed his robe as she sat on the bed a few feet from him, - his 
huge penis stiffening now, and swaying lewdly as he stepped toward her. That 
was the massive organ which had given her so much before, she thought 
dazedly, and now her body wanted it again. A faint dampness began to swell 
in her velvet-soft vagina, moistening iht dark warm passage and softening 
the already trembling lips of her silken cunt. 

She watched him, her eyes open wide and her tortured mind knowing she would 
fuck him again. No! No! she couldn 't! She mustn 't. 

"I can't do this, Dan! I just can't!" she cried. But her words were 
unconvincing. Her body was warmed by an unquenchable fire that was building 
down between her shaking legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of 
the naked man standing before her, and for some reason she knew she would 
not be able to resist if he so much as touched her. 

Dan walked toward her until he stood only a foot from where she sat, and 
held out his hand to touch the enticing softness of her young breast, 
teasing a dark brown nipple expertly with his fingers. His massive cock hung 
waiting like a patient cobra between his legs, soft and heavy. 

"Don't be such a child," he said, not without tenderness. Then he pulled her 
closer to him holding her unresisting head closer to his hairy stomach. She 
could smell the heady maleness of him and her heart began beating faster. 
"Suck it!" he commanded, pushing her head lower to his waiting penis. "I 
want it in that pretty little mouth of yours. Suck it!" 

Sandy felt her vagina involuntarily fill with more secretions as the obscene 
thought whirled around in her confused mind. She had read of fallatio 
before, but had never tried it, not even with Carlos. It was too awful, too 
perverse! 

"I can't," she groaned. "Please, Dan, don't make me do it. I just can't." 

But the firm hand on her head pushed her mouth closer to the soft smooth 
cock-head that hung a few tantalizing inches from her frightened face. Tears 
flowed from her eyes, across her already streaked cheeks to the skin of his 
muscular abdomen. 

"You can, baby, and you will!" Dan jsaid hoarsely. "Now suck it!" 

Sandy leaned hesistantly forward and brushed her soft lips against the top 
of his still half-limp cock, moving her unwilling mouth toward the swollen 
end. The huge bulbous head was terrifying to her, and yet, in spite of her 
fear, something inside her compelled her to obey. There was no other way. 
She had to fulfill the exciting craving which she began to feel form 
inexplicably deep within her traitorously acquiescing belly. 

Her lipstick-covered lips opened slightly as she reached out toward her 
neighbor's massive shaft of flesh, and the soft rubbery head slipped easily 
into her saliva filled mouth. She was amazed all over again at how large it 
was, and how well it filled her mouth. She didn't notice it growing at first 
as she sucked his awakening manliness gently and rubbed her tongue softly at 
the foreskin. But then it grew more quickly as it filled with pulsing blood, 
and Sandy's eyes opened wide with alarm as it responded excitedly to her 
wetly nibbling caresses. But, Oh God! It was growing too fast, too big for 
her mouth! It would choke her. 

She started to release her grip on the almost full erected cock, but Dan 
pulled her head back harder against him. The jerking penis now seemed almost 
white-hot as it grew to its full size against her swirling tongue, hard and 
throbbing, and she- could feel his quickened pulse as the huge cock-head 
swelled impassionately in her mouth. Unable to catch her breath, she gasped, 
almost choking on the oversized shaft of male flesh that reached far back 
into her ravaged throat, but Dan kept his firm grip on her head, and she 
found herself gradually beginning to adjust to the obscene intrusion. 
Careful not to bite him, lest she incur his wrath, she slowly and 
deliberately began to suck again, moving her head almost imperceptibly back 
and forth. 

"Use your tongue more, you hot little bitch," he growled down at her, his 
eyes locked lustfully on the top of her bobbing blonde head as he watched 
the soft inner flesh of her ovalled lips drawing back slowly from his 
swollen penis, and then sinking back around again as she slid them forward. 

Eager to please, Sandy began swirling her tongue around the now fully erect 
hugeness of his throbbing cock as best she could. Her head moved faster as 
it slid back and forth along the length of his rock-hard shaft, never 
allowing it to leave her mouth completely, but always keeping a tiny 
fraction of an inch inside the shelter of her lips. Dan had thrown his head 
back, no longer holding her head, and was still standing as she sucked him. 
The wetness of her clasping mouth and the constant sucking had put him into 
a euphoria, and he clenched his muscular buttocks in a rhythmic flexing 
movement, in time with her head as it slid along the length of his hotly 
aroused cock. 

"Hum," he whispered. And Sandy began to make a humming sound in her throat, 
while she continued to suck and move her lips more and more around his 
blood-engorged hardness, feeling a passion rising in her which she could not 
control. She could feel every inch of the twitching rod of flesh in her 
mouth, and the hair of his muscular thighs brushed against her aroused 
breasts as she moved. The obscene length of aroused male flesh was becoming 
an object of desire, whether from the cognac she had consumed for breakfast 
or from her own need, she began to suck harder, wanting more and more. All 
thoughts of shame were erased as she began to lose herself in the ecstasy of 
the moment. 

She could hardly keep her breath as she tried gasping for air, sucking all 
the time and trying to get more moisture into her mouth. She wanted it 
wetter and hotter! She wanted him to cum in her mouth, filling her with the 
fiery cum she could feel churning in his lust-tightened balls. She wanted to 
be debauched and used as she had never been before! Oh God, she wanted it! 
The only thing that was important now was the pulsating shaft of burning 
flesh she now held trapped between her eagerly sucking lips. 

Above the sound of her sucking and humming she could hear Dan gasp. Her 
firmly rounded buttocks were bouncing up and down on the bed, her teeth 
hurting him as she sucked desperately, but she wanted him to cum, to cum 
now! Her own fires burned hotter between her trembling legs, and her free 
hand lifted itself from the bed and slid to her pleading vagina. Quickly, 
she inserted her middle finger and began lewdly finger-fucking herself to 
the rhythm that her mouth was beating on his desperately straining cock. 

Suddenly, Dan's gasp changed. "Aaarrrggghhh," he moaned aloud as the dam 
behind his balls broke loose. His hips jerked forward, ramming into her 
mouth ferociously as the heated fluids of his orgasm spurted deep into her 
contracting throat, spewing more and more of his thick white cum. She nearly 
choked trying to swallow the sticky warm liquid as it filled her mouth, 
bloating out her cheeks almost to the bursting point. 

Dan relaxed as the moment of his orgasm passed, but let her continue sucking 
him. His deflating cock felt as if it were fine crystal being shattered into 
a thousand needles of broken glass. He looked down to see her hand between 
her open legs, desperately trying to work herself to a climax and he grabbed 
it and jerked her fingers from her vagina with a quick, wet sucking noise. 

"Let me take care of you, darling," he said. "Do you want me to suck or fuck 
you?" But Sandy was too excited to do anything but keep sucking at his now 
deflated cock and he had to pull her head away forcefully, allowing a thin 
trail of sperm to follow from her lips. But her mouth remained open. She 
needed his cock so badly, and she leaned forward to put it back between her 
sperm-glistening lips. She wanted it hard, and hard now. 

Dan lifted her face so that he was gazing directly into her lust-glazed 
eyes. "Shall I eat or fuck you?" he repeated. He knew that for the moment 
with his deflated cock he could not enter her, and was just using the words 
to excite her still more. 

"Lie back on the bed," he commanded, and watched her roll over flat on her 
back and spread her legs as wide as she could, her churning hips grinding 
hungrily down into the softness of the mattress, her obscenely begging 
vagina pointed directly at him. "Tell me you want it," he said. 

"I want it," was all Sandy could murmur in her agony of desire. 

"Tell me the words . .. Say what you want, baby. Tell me you want me to suck 
your hot little pussy!" 

"Yes, please . . . please suck me, suck me, please . . . now!" she begged, 
her blonde hair lolling helplessly from side to side on the mattress, her 
brain and vagina on fire from the combined influence of her own lust and the 
aphrodisiac she'd had. 

Sandy could not believe her own Vords. She had never consciously said words 
like that before, but he was forcing her to now. Tears of confusion, shame 
and passion flowed freely from her eyes, but the fire licking down in her 
belly needed quenching. "Please," she cried without shame, "Please suck me. 
OOOOOooooooh, please!" 

Dan was smiling again. This was exactly what he had wanted. With her so 
excited, so confused, he could do what he pleased with her helpless body. He 
picked up her foot in one hand and kissed the bottom, causing a chill to run 
up her silken leg like a zipper, opening every pore on her needfully 
trembling thigh. No one had kissed her foot before. It was totally new, 
totally exciting. She felt as if his tongue had reached into the depths of 
her very being. 

Carefully, slowly he kissed her foot, moving slowly to her ankles then up 
her uncontrollably quivering leg. She knew what was coming. Just as she had 
never sucked Carlos, her husband too, had never eaten her. He had tried to 
kiss around her loins before, but she had always stopped him at the last 
minute, her puritanical New England upbringing triumphing over her desire. 
But Carlos had never gotten her drunk in the early morning, and now she 
reached down to grab Dan's hair and pull him faster to the^jiilated pink 
lips of her throbbing cunt, but he slapped her hands and proceeded at his 
own speed until, a seeming eternity later, she could feel the heat of his 
hot breath tickling the soft inner flesh of her spasming thighs. 

"Are you ready for this?" he grinned up from between her legs, delighting in 
teasing her and knowing she was near the breaking point. Any more delay and 
she would turn into a raving maniac. 

"Yes, yes," she gasped, looking down between her heaving breasts at his 
leering face. "Please now suck it, suck it good!" 

Satisfied that she could take no more teasing for the moment, Dan spread the 
soft hair-lined ciintal lips of the young wife with his fingers, and flicked 
out his practiced tongue at the swollen bud of her already erect clitoris. 

"Ooooooh," she moaned, closing her eyes tight and spreading her quivering 
legs wider. 

Nothing was ever like this, she thought as he flicked with his hardened 
tongue again, this time letting it rest a little longer on the tnrobbing 
center of her pleasure. Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, and she 
breathed in heaving gasps. He slid his tongue down the moist, hair-lined 
furrow from her pulsating clitoris to the opening of her wetly dilated cunt, 
and thrust it into the warm wet channel as far as he could. 

"Oh, oh, ooohhh," she cried. "Harder, harder." 

He continued licking her, pushing his tongue in along the slippery smooth 
walls as far as it could go. His hands clenched at the cheeks of her firmly 
rounded ass and a single finger slid its way across the pale white flesh to 
the rubbery ring of her exposed anus. He probed at the opening softly and 
she writhed her hips at the unexpected touch. She hadn't anticipated what 
was about to come. 

"Don't stop," she begged as he lifted his head from between her legs. But 
her excitement had seemed to arouse Dan quicker than he had thought 
possible, and now his quiveringly erect cock demanded yet more satisfaction. 

"Turn over," he commanded harshly. 

No, she thought, at the same time that her body was obeying his command. Oh, 
no! She and Carlos had always nad sex in the regular position with no 
variation. Now what was to happen? Her mind, fogged by the morning cognac 
and the lusting minuets that nis tongue had played in her fiery vagina, 
could do nothing to control her body. She did as he said. 

"Spread your legs," he commanded again as he massaged the softly yielding 
flesh of her perspiring buttocks. Then his thumbs spread the ivory white 
cheeks apart, exposing the tiny elastic ring of her puckered nether opening, 
and he bent and kissed one cheek and slithered his tongue to her virgin 
anus, licking at it gingerly for a moment. 

"Please, no," Sandy whimpered. "Not that." But her lustfilled lover pushed 
against her defenseless thighs as she tried to close them. The bed and her 
twitching legs were wet with her own excited fluids. Now, now he would do 
something that no man had ever done to this young wife, not even her 
husband. He slipped one insinuating finger along the soft crevice between 
her fearfully tensed buttocks until it reached her unused anal opening. He 
probed it with no success. She was fighting him with all of her might, 
clenching her small buttocks as tight as she could. And yet she wanted it 
too, wanted it with all of her hotly writhing body. 

She moaned as he pushed his middle finger into the tiny rubbery opening up 
to the first knuckle. How tight, how sweet it is, he thought, as he watched 
his hand and her squirming ass as he pushed his finger farther and farther 
up into the tightly resisting channel. Then, with a final thrust, he 
embedded his finger all the way to the hilt, his palm pressing flat into the 
soft flaccid cheeks of her violated buttocks. 

He began to rotate his probing middle finger around deep inside her to 
loosen the tightly flexed passage, and as he did this, Sandy's momentary 
pain turned to a deeply sensual pleasure, like nothing she had ever felt 
before. He could feel the buttery smoothness in her virgin rectum as he 
skewered her like an animal, and his grin widened more at the lewd thought 
of taking her anally. 

Satisfied that Sandy's anal opening was primed for him, Dan removed his 
fingers and repositioned his anxious body. His weight shifted on the bed and 
Sandy began to feel his huge, overheated cock sliding up into the crevice of 
her untouched buttocks toward her anus. 

"You're going to like this," Dan crooned hotly. "Just relax . . . relax 
baby." 

Then Sandy felt his great massive cock probing the tightly puckered opening 
of her virginal rectum. This was the ultimate, and yet she wanted it, wanted 
it badly, wanted this stranger to push his obscene cock deep into her, where 
no man, not even her husband, had ever been before! 

Dan nudged his fleshy weapon forward slightly, and Sandy moaned as she felt 
the rubbery red crown of his rock-hard cock worming its way into her 
forbidden passage. The fiery dagger forced its way farther and farther into 
her. And it hurt, it hurt crazily, but somehow it was not long before the 
borderline between pain and pleasure was crossed. The red-hot crown of his 
massive cock rubbed against her softly warm insides, caressing the hitherto 
untouched rectal flesh with undreamed of passion, rolling with each wave as 
he pushed at her. And Sandy felt herself respond, lifting her abused 
buttocks higher, and then pushing backwards to slap them hard against his 
pistoning pelvis and he rammed hotly into her. 

" O o o ooh, oooooh, ooooh," she grunted, streams of perspiration pouring 
heavily from her forehead. Their bodies dripped with sweat as they fucked 
wildly into a frenzied fury, racing to the climax, each wanting to get to 
the finish line first. Her final subjection to his depraved desires nad 
become the fiercest and most erotic moment of her life. She was being fucked 
in the asshole as she had never thought possible, and she loved it! She 
loved it! There was no thought of her husband Carlos or anything else that 
had been so important to her only a few minutes ago. The intensity of the 
moment had overtaken her. Being fucked into screaming oblivion was all she 
craved and she was getting all that and more too. She was getting it all! 

Dan could hold back no longer. The rubbing of his lust-engorged cock along 
the sides of her hungrily milking young asshole was taking its toll. But 
iiis concern was no longer forcing her to do what he wanted, for he was 
rapidly approaching the end of his control. He was at the very threshold of 
his climax, the pressure deep in his sperm-bloated balls forcing him 
steadily over. The first spasm of his orgasm unleashed itself deep in his 
loins as the white hot sperm swarmed up through his desperately contracting 
penis. 

"Now," he said to the ceiling. "Now, I'm cumming up your ass! Jesus, I'm 
cummmmmmiiiinnnnggggggg up your hot little assssss!!!" 

The stabbing jets of his cum shot from his erupting cock like a blasting 
rocket, the fiery hot liquid spewing into Sandy's lasciviously rotating 
rectum in streaming wet torrents. She felt as if her belly were being filled 
with the thick hot cum, the same cum that she had swallowed hungrily down 
her throat only a few short minutes before. With eacn slowing thrust of his 
wildly slamming cock, lie forced his burning semen deeper and deeper up 
inside her and pushed her closer to the edge of her own cataclysmic orgasm. 

"Aaaaarrrrgghhhhhh," she groaned, as she pushed hard back into him again. It 
felt like a thousand tiny fingers were playing at her as the muscles of her 
nakedly writhing belly contracted like a huge serpent, then rose up and 
struck at its unseen victim. "I'm cumming, too!" she howled. "I'm 
cummminnggg, toooo!" Like an animal freed from its darkened cage and finally 
able to see the light of day, she was stunned and blinded by the awesome 
power of her ravaging climax. It seemed to go on and on forever until, with 
one final scream of pleasure, Sandy fell forward on the bed exhausted. Never 
before had she experienced such a total involvement in an orgasm. Buf also, 
the end of the climax brought the end of her desire. The stronger than to 
last, until she had cum one time and now it was drained from her ravaged 
body like everything else. 

The throbbing returned to her anus where Dan's cock, still half-hard, 
rested. His cum-drained penis was softening from the lewd fucking he had 
just given her hot little asshole and gently he tried to pull his deflating 
hardness from her. But even though her nether passage was wet with his 
sperm, the pain remained and he realized he would have to pull himself out 
quickly, like removing a splinter. The faster he pulled, the faster the pain 
would cease. 

With one quick jerk he slipped his cock from her still tightly gripping 
asshole with a sudden, wet, sucking noise. "Oooooh!" she groaned half 
consciously, and she felt a deep sadness welling up in her heart as she felt 
him rise from the mattress and begin to dress. 

Vaguely she began to think of Glenda, the wife of this man she had spent the 
night with, the attractive redhead she had met at the Cafe Suica. And she 
thought of her own husband, and how sick and crazy it would have made him to 
know that she had just let another man fuck her in the ass. What did Dan 
mean when he said he and his wife were two of a kind? What did it mean that 
she had no objections to his spending the night fucking another woman. 

Sandy felt the most profound confusion she had ever experienced in her life. 
She fell into a strange morning sleep, and dreamed she was in a room, her 
own living room. And every time she reached out to touch something familiar, 
it turned out to be something else entirely. Everything looked the same on 
the outside, yet nothing was what she had known it to be. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Glenda Newton had gone straight back to the Hotel Ritz when she had left her 
husband and the young blonde at the Cafe Suica ... but she had not gone 
straight to bed - not immediately anyway. 

First she drew a hot bath for herself and soaked in a perfume scented oil 
bath for almost an hour, luxuriating in the sensual warmth, her nerve 
endings becoming more and more alive as she relaxed into the tub. Hex long 
wavy red hair was piled glamourously atop her head and held there with 
several tiny jeweled hairpins. When she rose from the tub and dried herself, 
she put on a filmy beige nylon neglige with a fluffy boa of ostrich feathers 
that ran all around the hem, then up the opening and around the collar of 
the extravagant garment. Then she glanced at the clock. It was exactly the 
right time. She knew the handsome young bellboy would be on duty now, and 
she knew as well that his shift was almost over. She called room service and 
asked for a. bottle of scotch, two glasses, and some ice. 

A short while later a handsome young bellboy arrived with her order. He was 
a young boy, perhaps seventeen years old, tall and leanly muscular. He 
entered the room with Glenda's order and she saw his eyes widen, saw him 
swallow awkwardly, as he tried hard to keep his eyes from fixing on her 
firmly ripe breasts with their darkly e rect nipples so visible beneath the 
filmy transparent nylon. 

"Won't you join me for a drink," she said. 

"I ... I ... I no speak English,? he stammered. He had understood what the 
beautiful Americana had said, but he had not been able to believe his ears. 

So that there could be no mistake, Glenda had held a glass up towards him 
and indicated the bottle. 

"No .. ." he told her. "I must work." 

"Nonsense, one drink won't hurt you." Her voice grew soft and husky. "It's 
all right, darling." 

The young bellboy took the glass from her hand and gallantly filled both 
their glasses, handing her one. 

Caralho, he was thinking. What a beauty, this Americana is... so sensual, 
the way she looks and talks. . . and that robe.. . Jesus. How she draws me 
to her like a magnet 

He felt a flush start out of the collar of his uniform. He tried to get his 
thoughts under control as he stared down at the amber drink in his hand, 
sniffing the fine scotch, then taking a small sip. He had been raised to 
drink wine since his childhood, but this hard liquor was something very 
special for him. 

"Come sit next to me," Glenda invited, patting the seat beside her so there 
would be no mistake in her meaning. 

Shyly, he obeyed her request, swallowing hard again as she crossed one slim, 
tanned leg over the other and the opening of the gown revealed a long 
expanse of tantalizingly bronze flesh. Then Glenda leaned forward slightly, 
turning toward him, so that a good deal of her richly tanned bosom, her 
full, globular breasts, were exposed to his gaze. He was so close now to the 
ruby hardness of her nipples, and the flush came out of his collar again. 
But he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His 
prick spasmed once, twice, inside his trousers with beginning arousal. He 
took a long pull at his glass, draining the scotch. 

"Let me pour you another one," Glenda said, taking a healthy sip of her own 
drink." 

"I must work," he said again. 

"Nonsense. I'll take care of that" And so saying, she picked up the phone 
and told the desk clerk she needed the boy for errands for a short while. 
The clerk explained that the boy was only on duty for another half hour, and 
she said that that was fine. 

Then the voluptuous redhead turned to the young Portuguese boy. "You can 
call me Glenda," she said. "And what shall I call you. * 

"Jose," he said, pronouncing the "j" softly as the Portuguese do and not as 
an "h" in the Spanish fashion. 

Gienda poured two more drinks. "Here's looking at you, Jose," she grinned. 
Internally, the voluptuous redhead was a froth of excitement and impending 
triumph. The scotch was warming her belly, and adding to the sensuality that 
she had nurtured in the bath. This beautiful young man was going to be all 
hers now, all hers. 

Glenda could feel the initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to 
flow from the sensitive walls of her cunt as she thought about what would be 
taking place within the next hour. Oh, she was going to throw a fuck for 
this beautiful young man that he would never forget. 

Aware of his eyes on her, she glanced at the front of his pants from beneath 
her lowered lids. She could see his cock pulsing there, jumping 
spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out. Her cunt 
juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation; everything was 
working out so beautifully. Their vacation was going exactly as she and Dan 
had wanted it to. And idly, she began to think too of how lovely it was 
going to be to also fuck the husband of the blonde that she had left Dan 
alone with. 

Jose drank the second glass of scotch, incredibly aware now of the nearness 
of this hot-blooded, alluring woman. A warm relaxed lethargy began to flow 
over him, and he stared at the sultrily smiling face of the American 
redhead, at the kind of animal sex she exuded, the full rich softness of her 
fine tits. Jesus, he'd like to tweak her nipples into rock-hard arousal, 
take each one in his mouth and roll it around and around his tongue. 

The young bellboy felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it 
were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. He 
tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his 
mind, but it remained throbbingly blood swollen. Then his eyes went to 
Glenda's face. 

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants. And she was smiling with 
half-parted lips and fervid eyes. 

"Why, Jose,!" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "Whatever were you thinking 
about to have that happen now?" 

"I ... I____" 

Glenda. laughed in her deep-throated chuckle. "I know what it is," she 
whispered. "I know why you have a hard-on, Jose." 

His breath quickened involuntarily and he did not know how to answer her. 

"You have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," she breathed. "That's 
right, isn't it? You do want to fuck me up between the legs, don't you, 
Jose?" 

"Oh . .. cabrao!" he managed to gasp. His prick seemed to be palpitating 
wildly now, and his brain reeled. Had he understood her words correctly? 
Yes, yes, of course he had. He knew what she meant, knew what she wanted. 
His testicles began to ache from the presence of gathering sperm; he really 
needed release, desperately, and the redheaded American was talking to him 
in a way that wasn't helping. Jose had been raised strictly, religiously, 
and he had a sweet young virginal fiancee he was going to marry. But these 
crazy rich foreigners . .. they had no morals at all. 

The voluptuous redhead leaned close to him, and he could feel her hot breath 
on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a white-hot firebrand. She touched 
his knee, lightly, but her fingers seemed to burn him through the cloth. 
"Well, Jose," she said. 

"Wouldn't you like to get between my legs and fuck me? You know that word, 
don't you. Fuck . . . Wouldn't you like to?" 

The youth was speechless. 

"You have a big hard cock, Jose. I can tell you do." 

And she reached out and touched his throbbing encased penis. 

He almost lept off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock 
of her touch on his sensitive member. Glenda stroked it lightly, 
tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her breasts pressed 
hotly, softly, against his arm now as she moved closer to him; her lips 
found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue 
flicking out to sear a path of fire along the skin of his face as her hand 
continued to rub his already uncomfortably swollen prick. 

"Senhora Glenda ... please...." 

"You want to fuck me don't you?" Glenda teased on, droning the words in an 
almost mesmeric voice, like a hypnotist. "You want to fuck me, Jose, you 
want to fuck me*." 

"No, I . . . just now ... oh Jesus, yes yes yes. ..." 

He couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat in a strangled kind 
of whisper, and then his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue 
flailing deep into her mouth. Glenda's hand began to move faster on his 
turgid shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own 
probe around and around his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing in 
an attitude of feminine copulation. AS if with a will of its own, Jose's 
left hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and kneaded the flesh 
momentarily, then dipped inside the gown to draw it apart, exposing her nude 
globe with its fiery nipple and dark brown areole. He could feel the wetness 
from the seminal fluid which seeped from the glans on the hard tip of his 
prick as she continued to massage him with a practiced thoroughness. 

And then, with his finger kneading the resilient flesh of her magnificent 
breast, his cock was jerking almost out of control. 

Then suddenly he thought of his sweetly innocent fiancee, and remembered, 
too that he was at work! What if his boss she find him doing this . . . 
merde ... he could not afford to lose this job. ... 

He wrenched away violently from Glenda, pulling his mouth from hers, turning 
his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed a 
brilliant crimson - partially from shame and partially from his intense 
arousal and partially from the scotch. Jesus. These American women where 
trying to seduce him all the time, but this one . . . this rich puta ... was 
the only one he had almost succumbed to. 

"What's the matter, lover?" Glenda breathed casually beside him. "Are you 
worried about something . . . Don't. I phoned your boss . . . it's okay____" 

And then another fear entered the boys mind. This lady was married. What if 
her husband returned. 

But when he asked her about that, she only laughed as if it was the funniest 
joke in the world. These Americans are so strange, he thought. 

Jose jumped up from the couch.'His heart was hammering violently in his 
chest and he was aware that his prick was still seeping hot droplets of 
lubrication. But he had to compose himself to find a way to leave. He began 
to walk toward the door. Then from behind him, Glenda's voice whispered. .. 
. 

"Jose . . . lover. ..." 

He turned, and when he saw her, he froze in his tracks. His mouth gaped open 
and his eyes seemed to protrude like a frogs. 

She stood before him completely naked. 

She had completely removed the frothy robe and she stood in the puddle of 
silk and feathers with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders 
pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, bronzed hips. 
She was smiling lewdly at him with, her mouth parted, her teeth slightly 
bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The moist, petal-like, 
softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, 
and the reddish triangle of her pubic mound glistened invitingly. Her high, 
perfectly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, 
the nipples hard and distended. Her long, slender legs, satiny smooth in 
their tanned splendor at the inner thighs, were moist with the flowing 
juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth. 

"Well, lover?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?" 

"Senhora . .." The words choked past his throat weakly but that was all. He 
couldn't say anything else. He could only stare of her, at her lovliness, at 
her completely salacious, wanton pose - and his cock began its maddening 
pulsations in his pants again. 

Slowly, slowly, Glenda lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began 
to slide her palms up and down along her silky sides, then up to cup her 
firm, full breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if 
presenting him with some inexplicably wonderful offering of the flesh. Then 
her hands were' stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the 
tips of nails were just touching the coppery fleece of her pubic triangle. 
She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, 
sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her belly. The young bellboy stood 
as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and 
completely by the strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the 
absolute lustful sensuality that he was witnessing. His cock was screaming 
now. 

Slowly, Glenda's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower 
through the soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening lips 
and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny 
pulsating clitoris to Jose's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, 
then, she traced down until the tip came in contact with the miniature 
phallus. She tweaked it once, twice, tantalizing, sending more rivulets of 
lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. Then her finger went lower, 
lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying itself 
to the first knuckle, the second, withdrawing and sliding in again, 
withdrawing, entering, fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and 
faster and faster her finger slid in and out of her naked vagina, and as she 
rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through 
her flesh from her own manipulations, Glenda began to talk to the youth in 
her droning, hypnotic voice, that of itself bridged whatever there was of a 
language barrier. 

"I want to fuck you lover, I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me and 
I want to you do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, 
throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I'll push your legs 
back over your head and lick your asshole and make you hard again. ..." 

On and on she intoned, and the words - the absolute obscene sounds she was 
uttering - lashed Jose's mind into a swirling frenzy. He had to have her! He 
didn't care about anything! He only knew the incredible heat churning in his 
cock and bails, and this woman's vile, lewd English words in his ears, the 
sight of her finger-fucking herself before him . . . she was all that 
mattered, this puta americana, standing there naked and panting in front of 
him.... 

HE HAD TO FUCK HER! 

As if he were somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself 
objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him closer 
to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her 
vagina as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed 
her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, touched her 
shoulders, and she came into his arms, pulling her finger from her cunt with 
a soft wet sluicing sound, rubbing her body hard against his, grinding her 
naked hips into him as her mouth sought and found his. 

Then her hands were on his belt, opening it, and Jose was helping her 
feverishly stripping himself of his uniform, flinging his clothes 
uncaringly, wherever they happened to fall. Now he was naked as she was, his 
thick biood-raged shaft standing out at a heavy right angle from his loins, 
quivering, seeping fluid from its blind eye. 

"Oh, it's lovely Jose, just lovely!" she breathed, stepping back to admire 
his weapon. "It's as big as I knew it would be-bigger! Ohhhhh, I can't wait 
to have it all stuffed up inside me, fucking me. You want to fuck me with 
that wonderful cock of yours, don't you, lover boy? Tell me you want to fuck 
me .. . tell me!" 

And Jose knew what that English word meant . . . knew instinctively how 
obscene it was. 

"I. .. want... to ... fuck____!" he flung at her in lust-crazed, heavily 
accented shouts. 

"Right here, right now, on the floor! You want to fuck me on the floor, 
right here, Jose, tell me!" 

And before he could answer, she was dragging him down onto the soft plush 
carpeting of the hotel suite floor, entwining her body with his. Jose didn't 
care about anything now but this soft, warm, musky-smelling evil American 
woman pressed tightly to him. 

He showered hot moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of 
her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hillocks of her buttocks, 
cupping them, squeezing the flesh painfully. She was breathing into his ear, 
hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, 
racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched 
down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the granite-hardness of 
his penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed over his 
rigid penis, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed 
and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full 
length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him - then 
she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs wide as 
they had been before, her cunt flared open, secreting, eagerly waiting. 

Glenda's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the 
hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the smooth hardness of 
his buttocks, exploring all of him as if he was some new piece of property 
she had just purchased. His cock rested hard against her thighs, trailing 
dribbles of semen, mingling with her own cuntal juices there. She reached 
under her buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with the full 
strength of her back, with both hands, and pulled her vaginal lips slowly 
apart to give his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it 
slipped off her thigh to lay full length in her warm, wet crevice, the head 
resting deliciously against her body back onto the floor, his rigid shaft 
trapped hotly between her downy-soft thighs. 

Jose forced his hands between her shoulders and the floor and ran them down 
the soft curves of her back and hips, making little purling sounds deep in 
his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as 
she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of 
her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, giving 
testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The tenseness of the 
cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered 
vaguely how they would grip him moments from now, when he sent his pistoning 
cock burrowing deep into her hot little belly. 

"You feel good, lover," she breathed, "All of you feels good, but your pock 
feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red 
welts in their sharp path. Jose pushed his hands down farther beneath her, 
cupping the fullness of her buttocks in the palms of sweat-slick hands, 
pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, 
sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her ass 
cheeks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, 
without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking 
against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her. 

"Ooooooooh, fuck me!" she cried out. "Fuck me, lover, give it to me, fuckk 
meee!" 

He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding up to meet 
him and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his 
palpitating penis to guide it between the moist lips of her surging pussy. 
Jose groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down 
between her sensitive slit, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with 
the blood-engorged head. 

The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold 
back another second. Now! Now he had to fuck her good! 

He flexed his hips with a sudden driving thrust that drove his huge, 
rock-hard shaft deep up into the hot, gaping mouth of her hungry cunt, drove 
it home with a flesh-splitting crash that hammered his balls wetly, harshly, 
against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks. 

"Uuuaaahhh!" she screamed beneath him. 

Jose felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, 
consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her secreting 
vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly he hit bottom, his cockhead 
ramming hard against her cervix. 

"Ooooohhhh!" she howled again. "Aaaaahhhh, that's it lover, that's the way 
to give it to me, that's the way to fuckkkkkk!" 

The lust-consumed bellboy ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh 
beneath him, fucking into Glenda with long, hard strokes. She strained back 
under him, arching her loins up at him; lifting them both a few inches off 
the soft plush carpet. .. She moaned and mewled wildly under this pounding, 
driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked 
up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing 
from side to side in wild, insane abandon.... 

"It's ... good, lover boy . .. good like I knew it would be ... ohhhh, 
yesssssss! That's the way, that's how to fuck into my cunt! Now shove your 
finger in my asshole! Do it now, Jose, do it now! Shove your finger in my 
asshole and make me scream until I cummmmmmm!" 

In slave-like obedience, Jose reached under her, between her rotating 
buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. 
He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands and then dipped his 
middle finger toward her quivering anus, found it. A small stream of warm 
moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking 
into her cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered anal ring, and he probed 
experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his middle linger, 
hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield under the pressure, then give way 
completely. His finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight 
elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body upward to crash into 
his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital 
entrance. And then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaaahhhh, it hurts, 
but it's sooooo goooooood, lover, sooooo goooooood!" 

He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle. 

Despite her cries, Jose felt Glenda suddenly begin to screw her buttocks 
back down on his groping finger until it was sunk all the way up to the palm 
of his hand. He waggled it around inside her hotly writhing passage, 
eliciting more cries of delight from her. He could feel through the thin 
wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his driving 
prick sliding in and out of her wet, hot cunt; he timed the thrusts of his 
finger with the forward stabs of his heaving shaft, impaling her completely 
on two strong, hard rods of flesh. She groaned wildly under him, and he 
could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though 
it were going to burst from the exquisite building in his balls. He had to 
cum soon, he had to. He had to! If he didn't cum, fill her with his fire-hot 
seed, he was going to go out of his mind! Oh, oh, oh, oh, he had never known 
it could be like this, this good, never, never, never. ... 

Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, he fucked into the tight, hot pussy of 
the voluptuous American lady, sent his hard wet finger farther and farther 
up into her rectum. She was screaming and moaning, alternately, beneath him 
now, her sweat-slick body a dervish of wild motion and emotion, straining 
for her own orgasm. 

And Jose wanted her to cum too, wanted to mingle his bursting juices with 
hers simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, 
in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her 
asshole. She gripped him right between her imprisoning thighs, opening and 
closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that 
this she-devil was approaching her climax. 

He continued the merciless onslaught of his cock and his finger with all the 
strength* he possessed in his muscled body. 

"Aaaggghhh, fuck me, fuck me, that's it lover, fuck me hard, fuck me 
haarrrddd!" 

She continued to chant the words, over and over and over, drawing each 
syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings, 
pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jacknifed her legs 
up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her 
upturned crotch. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk's, her face contorted 
with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release. 

Sudden, then, she howled, "I'm ... there ... oh God, I'm there . .. I'm 
cummmingg!" 

The words burst from her throat in a low banshee wail, almost piercing 
Jose's eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of 
her widespread crotch was presented to his heaving loins. Her ankles were 
locked over his shoulders and she squirmed her hips beneath him a wild, 
uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him. 

Jose felt the warm gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his 
thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as she locked 
herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as her loins 
spasmed convulsively against his sweating belly. And then the great swirl of 
heat which was building, building in his testicles became unbearable and he 
gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied 
rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. He began to spew 
hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending torrent, 
emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her 
lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an eternity later, and then 
his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft suctioning 
noise, trailing thin strands of semen along her belly as he rolled over 
beside her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth satiatedly. 

A long moment passed, and Glenda said quietly. "That was lovely, Jose, my 
sweet. It was really lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked quite so 
breathless." 

He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. 
Finally, he raised himself up from the carpet. ... 

"I must go," he said. "Tua marido ... your husband will return.. .." 

"Not yet darling, not yet," she told him. She figured Dan would be gone all 
night, and she knew this young Portuguese had a lot more fucking in him. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sandy sat behind the wheel of the Fiat, heading towards the Lisbon Airport. 
Carlos had called and was on his way home. 

The beautiful young blonde was terribly distraught. It had been three days 
since her experience with Dan Newton, and she had been nervous and depressed 
ever since. She drove mechanically, almost unseeing, as she wondered how she 
would feel seeing Carlos after having been to bed with another man. Her mind 
was a tangle of confusions, and in her heart she felt an almost tangible 
pain. 

She parked the car and had a drink at the airport bar, then went to meet 
Carlos's plane. 

She saw him before he saw her, and she thought how handsome he looked in his 
custom tailored suit as he walked down the steps from the plane. Then he saw 
her waiting and broke into a huge grin, his pace quickening as he headed 
towards her. 

Then suddenly Sandy felt herself propelled forward, and she threw herself 
into her husband's arms, pressing her lips against his as though it might 
blot out all the anguish she'd been living the past few days; as though she 
could lose herself in him, and thereby escape herself. 

"Coisinha bonita ... my pretty little thing," he whispered in her ear. "I 
felt such saudades .. . such a longxng for you when I was away." 

He put his arm around her waist, and together they walked toward the car. 
Carlos got in the driver's seat, and Sandy sat beside him. He was full of 
news about how successful he had been negotiating with the leaders of the 
strike and Sandy was greatful he had so much to say, for she thought she 
would be unable to speak if she had to. , They arrived home, and Sandy fixed 
him a scotch on the rocks and one for herself as well, "There is something I 
want to tell you, love," he said, when they were seated together in the 
living room. "I have been thinking a great deal on this trip ... I don't 
want to spend any night away from you any more . .. the next trip you will 
come with me. 

Sandy was so happy to hear his words, yet it increased still further the 
edge of her guilt. Carlos was so wonderful, the best husband a girl could 
ever want... and she had betrayed him. 

"That makes me so happy," she told him. 

"Why the tears?" he asked puzzled. 

"Haven't you ever heard of tears of joy," she said. 

"I love you Sandy," he told her, his voice soft and husky. 

"I love you, darling." 

Carlos walked toward her and kissed her gently on the lips. And Sandy felt 
herself responding. She wanted him so badly, but her conscience still fought 
her desire, her thoughts turning to Dan Newton again, and what had happened 
in this very apartment only a few nights ago. She still remembered the 
erotic pleasure of his expert kisses, the unbelievable excitement of his 
huge cock as it had slipped inside her, bringing her the greatest pleasure 
she had ever known. And even now, with her eyes closed, she could imagine 
the man who was holding her was that stranger, not her husband. 

"Let's go to bed, my darling," Carlos said, waking her from her iihcit 
reverie. The pressure of his voice in her ear aroused the only barely 
suppressed desires within her, and she could feel her nipples tighten 
beneath her lightweight summer dress. He held her tightly to his side and 
their legs rubbed sensuously together, exciting her even more as they walked 
toward their bedroom. 

Sandy felt her husband's large hand cup her smooth breasts, covered only by 
the thin material of her dress, as he stepped slightly to the side and let 
her go through the door before him. This was the room in which Dan Newton 
had defiled her marriage bed, was the first thought that came to Sandy's 
mind. This was the room where she had become nothing more than a lusting 
animal and sucked at a stranger's steel-hard cock so greedily. And now she 
felt her mouth agaiij begin to involuntarily salivate and she knew she 
wanted to suck Carlos now, suck him even as she had Dan Newton; but she knew 
that she could not, not unless he tried something first. She dared not do 
anything that would reveal to her husband that she had been unfaithful. She 
knew she never could let him know about Dan Newton and what they had done. 

"What perfection you are, darling," he said to her, his hand at her firm 
breasts kneading the softly pliant flesh, reminding her that the desire 
still lived within her. 

Oh Carlos, what have I done to you ? What have I done to both of us? 

The trembling young wife put her arm around her husband's powerful waist as 
they walked toward the bed, her other hand rubbing across the growing bulge 
in his trousers as she reached to unfasten his belt. She must try to make 
him happy; she must try to be a good lover for him, and then, somehow, some 
way, they would make out all right. 

The young couple stood facing each other as they worked at one another's 
clothing. Hurriedly, Carlos unfastened her dress and let it fall to the 
floor, at the same time kicking off his pants, which she'd unsnapped and 
unzipped. His shirt came off quickly and he kneeled to slide her silk 
panties from the soft swell of her luscious hips. The sweet scent of the 
dampness that was flooding her desperately yearning vagina entered his 
dilated nostrils as he pulled the panties downward and kissed her belly, 
nibbling at the golden skin above the silky pubic hairs that glistened in 
their clean blondeness. 

Kiss me, my darling, down there, Sandy prayed silently to herself. Do what 
Dan did, please! Make me want you more than I wanted him! 

Carlos was filled with desire, his throbbingly erect penis felt now as if it 
were going to burst. .. and she had not even touched it yet in its fully 
naked state. He could sense himself being filled with a rising torrent of 
passion that he could not hold back, and there was no method, no plan to his 
lovemaking. He was guided only by what was closest, and at that moment the 
softly wet lips of her moistly flowing vagina were nearer to him than 
anything. Not thinking that his wife might reject him, he lowered his head a 
few inches and started to nuzzle his nose between her legs into the silky 
resilient hair that covered the enticingly raised mound of her womanhood. 

Instead of being revolted as she had always been, Sandy found herself 
further excited by the fact that her husband was venturing into hitherto 
forbidden territory, that he was going to do it to her just like Dan Newton 
had! Her straining heart pounded at a furious rate as she felt his nose 
slide through the dew-dropped pubic hair between her trembling legs, and 
part it gently . for an infinitesimal moment. But then, immediately, he 
pushed her back softly onto the bed, and she fell with her legs spread wide 
resting most of her weight back on her shoulders as she lifted her quivering 
hips to open herself to his probing mouth. 

"Oooooohhh," she moaned lasciviously. "Don't stop darling. That's soooooooo 
good." 

Carlos was too engrossed to be surprised at his pleading wife's actions. He 
thought that his wife, too, without sex so often lately, would be ready for 
anything ... He would not even be surprised if, in order to satisfy herself, 
she had been masturbating during his absence. The thought of Sandy 
finger-fucking herself brought an involuntary twitch to his blood-filled 
penis, already jerking in anticipation of what was to come, and he nuzzled 
in closer, his tongue licking wetly at the smoothly pink flesh that enclosed 
the puckered hair-lined opening to her beckoning vagina. Then, pulling 
himself up so that he too was completely on the bed, he felt her tugging 
desperately at him, urging him to turn his muscular body so that she could 
also indulge in sucking him. 

God, Carlos thought, she's really ready. I've never seen her like this 
before. 

Eagerly, he turned so that his massively thrusting cock neared her swaying 
head, pulling at her phallus-like clitoris with pursed lips at the same 
time, torturing the moistly throbbing bud until Sandy thought she could no 
longer stand it. 

"Oh, my darling," the quivering young woman gasped aloud as she pulled her 
husband's aching shaft of flesh toward her pursed lips and, with a 
lascivious groan, sucked the huge, bulbous head into her moist warm mouth at 
once, swirling her tongue around it voraciously. 

"Oooooohhh, baby," Carlos moaned in ecstasy, feeling her hot lips hungrily 
caress the length of his painfully hardened cock. Her sharp teeth toyed 
carefully with the edges of his sensitive glans, like razor blades cutting 
into the swollen flesh, and she gulped at him lovingly, even thought her 
mouth was not as full as it had been with Dan's great cock. This was better, 
because this was the man she loved! The man she really loved! 

Her young Portuguese husband pointed his tongue and expertly entered the 
openly waiting passageway to his wife's velvety soft insides, her silky 
flesh burning at his touch. The tongue circled quickly around the inner 
flesh of her seeping vagina, while he sucked at her with steadily increasing 
fervor. 

"Oh, darling," Sandy gasped, uncontrollably. 

"Oh Carlos, please, hurry, Carlos...." 

At the same time, Sandy took his hotly pulsating cock into her mouth and 
began to suck at it, the rosy bulbous head rising in temperature until it 
heated the entire inside of her vacuuming mouth. She could feel the massive 
rod of her husband's male flesh twitching and throbbing in her mouth, 
leaking small drops of warm pungent sperm as she sucked, which she swallowed 
greedily. The growing furnace between her legs was beginning to course 
through her entire body as Carlos sucked at her and shot his invading tongue 
again and again deep into the openly presented lips of her receptive cunt. 

All Carlos wanted now was to drive his cock deep within her and he turned 
his strong body on the bed, meeting her face with his. He brought his mouth 
to hers and kissed her with a searing passion. She, in turn, wrapped her 
smooth arms around his neck and ground her pelvis up into his burning loins. 

"Oh, fuck me, Carlos, darling, fuck me," she cried. 

Carlos repositioned himself above his wife's hotly writhing body, and thrust 
at her with all the strength in his tremendously swollencock, finding the 
entrance to her warmly seeping cunt and plunging himself deeply into her. 

"Oooooohhh," she moaned. "Oooohhhhh, I love you darling, fuck me, please." 
Her obscene words surprised Carlos and excited him to an instant frenzy. 
Able to hold back no longer, he began to thrust himself up into her hotly 
contracting pussy as hard as he could, wanting only to fill his wife's hotly 
grasping cunt to the brim with his boiling seed. 

Each stroke was like the first for andy, except that it was more and better 
and harder than the last. Each time he drove into her, she kicked her 
spasming legs out wide and drove her hips up to meet him, feeling as though 
she could cum immediately. 

It was incredible, she thought, how her affair with a stranger could improve 
so very much her sex life with her husband. IT was wonderful... better than 
it had ever been before. 

"Ohhh, arrrggghhh," Carlos groaned as his climax hit him like a crashing 
thunder bolt. His white-hot sperm pulled its torturous way up from the 
depths of his heavily-slapping balls like a hungry bear falling upon a stray 
piece of meat, the milky hot liquid shooting out in wildly uncontrolled 
spurts toward the heat that burned inside the spastically straining belly of 
his wife beneath him. Sandy grunted, contracting the muscles of her inflamed 
cunt tighter and tighter around his drivingly plunging cock as he erupted 
again and again and spewed spurt after spurt of his long stored sperm into 
her suddenly tensing body. 

"Oh yes!" Sandy wailed hysterically. I'm cummiinng, tooooo!" and she arched 
her smooth back upward like a tilting wagon about to go over the edge of a 
cliff into nothingness. AS her husband's scalding sperm filled her to the 
bursting point and mingled wetly into her own, her spasming muscles 
contracted rhythmically time and again, blurring her senses until it seemed 
as though she and Carlos were no longer separate entities but one person, 
one unity, forged together into one sensuous being that groaned out ecstatic 
climax with the wanton abandon of a new birth a new being. 

Afterwards, Sandy lay with her head cradled in the crook of her husband's 
arm, thinking silently to herself. She realized how much her affair with Dan 
Newton had improved her sex life with her husband - and she wanted more of 
that same freedom . .. Wanted it for herself, and, yes, for Carlos too. If 
they freed themselves to have sex with this other couple, who could say how 
incredibly much it could increase their passion, take them to undreamed of 
heights. 

Yes, somehow Carlos would have to meet the Newtons. Carlos was certain to be 
attracted to Glenda Newton .. . and vaguely she wondered if she might be 
jealous.... 

She looked at the finely enisled features of her handsome Portuguese husband 
.. . yes, she loved him as she loved no one else-but that was no reason they 
shouldn't be able to fuck other people.... 

How could she show him .. . how would she do it? 

"What are you thinking about, baby," Carlos asked her. 

"About us" she answered, a small smile playing on her lovely face. "About 
us." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Glenda Newton sat at the bar of the Ritz Hotel with her husband Dan. It was 
a warm and sultry day, and they were sipping on tall icy glasses of Tom 
Collinses, talking about the young American blonde that Dan had seduced and 
her good looking Portuguese husband, whom Glenda had glimpsed at the cafe. 

"I think," Glenda was saying, "the time is ripe for us to invite the young 
marrieds to join us in a little romp... ." 

"But what about that couple we were supposed to look up - Antonio and Maria 
Fonseca. Our swinging friends back home said they give incredible 
parties...." 

"Right," said the gorgeous redhead, playing her red-painted fingertip 
sensuously along the edge of her lusciously full mouth. "Let's see... I'm 
sure this will all work out very well. .. Let me find their number..." She 
rummaged around in her huge leather purse for her phone book ..." Aha .. . 
here we go ... Fonseca. ..." 

She stood up from the bar stool and walked towards the public phone. "I'll 
just be a minute, my love," she said, and Dan took a long, pleasurable sip 
of his drink.... 

When Glenda returned to the table, she had a wide grin on her face. "They 
were expecting our call," she said. "They're dying to meet us...." 

Dan was about to answer when the bartender appeared before them, and leaned 
toward Dan. "Excuse me, Senhor Newton," he said ... "There is a phone call 
for you." 

"Pardon me, darling ... I'll be right back." 

When Dan returned a few moments later to his waiting wife, it was he this 
time wearing a wide and satisfied grin. 

"You'll never guess who that was, with such perfect timing." 

"Well it was either a wrong number or that beautiful blonde... who else do 
you know in Lisbon darling ,...?" 

And suddenly Dan Newton had a strange urge to ruffle the perfect facade of 
his beautiful wife.. . He picked out the cherry from his drink and put it on 
the edge bf a spoon-then he flipped it straight into the low-cut top of her 
summer dress. 

"You son-of-a-bitch," she cried, breaking into paroxysms of laughter. "You 
fucking son-of-a-bitch. ..." 

And more than one head turned to look at them. 

Carlos was at work, when Dan Newton knocked on Sandy Costa-Gomes's door. 

"Hi," she greeted him, somewhat shyly casting her eyes downward. She felt a 
bit timid, since this idea of swapping mates was rather new to her. 

She drew in a deep breath and let him into their charming little apartment. 

- "Hey, my love, you're as nervous as a cat... 

Relax," he told her, kissing her lightly and affectionate on the forehead. 
"Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about.. .." 

"Uh ... would you like some coffee .. ..?" she asked, not quite ready to 
jump into the subject...." 

"Spiked?" 

"Sure," she laughed, and busied herself in the kitchen, preparing the 
coffee, while Dan found the cognac again and brought it to her. 

Then they sat down in the living room together and sipped their warm drinks. 
It was comforting to Sandy ... she began to feel warm and relaxed, more 
inclined to talk. 

"SO," Dan said, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. 

"So," she said ... "I... urn .. " What the hell, she thought. / might as 
well just jump in and get it over with. 

"I really enjoyed myself with you," she told him shyly. "I never thought I 
could say it outright like this ... but... but___" 

Dan said nothing, just smiled encouragingly at her. $ 

"When Carlos came back, I thought it would be awful, and and .... 

"And you went to bed with him and it was better than ever." 

"How did you know?" 

Dan laughed. "Do you think Glenda and I are so very different from, you and 
your young husband . . . We're not some sexual monsters you know... we just 
found out the same thing you did... that swinging improved our marriage 
immensely. .. Why before we started swapping with other couples, our 
marriage was almost on the rocks ... All the excitement had gone out of our 
sex life, Shit. It was awful." Dan shook his head sadly at the memory. 
"Well, as a last desperate measure, we opened our marriage to include other 
sex partners ... we didn't think anything would help, but it was a last 
resort-and it worked! BEautfiully. Glenda and I are closer today than we've 
ever been in our lives.. . . 

"But how can I get Carlos to see that. He had such a strict upbringing and 
he has such an old fashioned idea of love and marriage." 

"Well, the four of us could spend the weekend together and things would more 
or less take care of themselves...." 

"But where?... Oh wait a minute... I know... We can rent a little cottage in 
the 

Algarve, on the beach in the south ... oh it will be so beautiful...." 

"Sounds great!" he said, and then Sandy noticed his eyes, glinting lustfully 
as he glanced down at her full, heaving breasts.... 

"Take off your blouse, darling," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. 

She had had no intention of having sex with him alone in the apartment-with 
Carlos along, it would be one thing ... but.... 

"Take it off," he insisted. 

And she couldn't help herself, so strangely aroused was she becoming at the 
thought of him looking at her naked breasts. Slowly, she opened the buttons 
and slid the blouse down her long, slender arms. 

Dan stared at the lushly rounded firmness of her obscenely exposed breasts, 
the cool afternoon air extending her nipples and causing them to become 
quiveringly erect. Goose flesh covered her body as she awaited his next 
command, for most surely he was in charge now of her actions. * 

"Now your shoes," he said, and she bent to remove the thin-strapped beige 
sandals, the weight 

__of her heavy breasts pressing toward the floor as she stood first on one 
foot, then the other. She spent a moment longer than necessary arranging her 
shoes neatly on the floor, and the weight of her voluptuously full breasts, 
hanging loosely beneath her, pulled at the muscles in her chest, the muscles 
that kept her body firm and young looking. 

Dan watched the shimmering whiteness of her breasts, so pale against the tan 
of her arms and waist, already feeling his cock growing hard. 

"Now, your skirt, my sweet." 

Sandy's face flushed . .. she had always wanted to strip this way in front 
of a man and it thrilled her now to undress for him, as if on a stage before 
him. Slowly, she put both hands behind her back to find the zipper of her 
skirt. Her shoulders were back as she started to unzip it, and she had to 
lean forward slightly to unfasten the button, her milky white breasts again 
swaying sensuously with the motion of her body. Her golden brown nipples 
were tautly erect and a red flush of sexual excitement began to spread 
itself involuntarily across her blushing face. 

The button came undone easily, and she started to slide the skirt down over 
her softly flaring hips. It came off easily and fell to the floor with the 
blouse and shoes and she stood completely naked except for the white silk 
panties, which Dan did not have to ask her to remove. This she did by 
herself, easily, turning her back to him and exposing the lushly full moons 
of her buttocks, which gleamed marble-like against her tan legs and the 
upper part of her buttocks, which had not been covered by a bikini. 

Dan could feel his huge blood-filled penis pressing hard against his pants 
as she dropped the flimsly nylon panties onto the floor, and it was all he 
could do to keep from stripping himself and taking her then and there. But 
he wanted to prolong this delicious sense of anticipation as long as 
possible. 

Sandy stood before him completely naked and exposed, and she could already 
feel the small subtle flames of lust beginning to lick at her aroused young 
body. The dampness was now growing between her legs and she could see that 
Dan's left hand was massaging his swollen penis. 

Suddenly, Sandy realized she* wanted to be doing that for him herself, 
wanted to enclose his huge maleness in her hotly grasping hands, but she was 
suddenly afraid. What if CArlos were to come home early? She glanced at the 
clock. It was three. He never came home before six, never.__ 

Sandy's next move was from something she had never done but had only read in 
novels. She put her hands to her lewdly naked breasts and cupped the firm, 
succulent flesh, her eyes glued to his. She knew he wanted her to excite him 
by touching herself until he was ready to take her, and the dampness between 
her legs increased as she rubbed her hands with tantalizing slowness around 
the rigidity of her swollen nipples. 

"Play with yourself for me" Dan suddenly said, his eyes glowing from the 
passion building in his mind. 

Oh no! Her mind raced again in confusion. He wanted her to do it... he was 
having the same fantasy as she was. 

It was something she had never done before - masturbating in front of a man 
- and in her own living room. Her mind almost rebelled at the obscene 
thought, but her hand was no longer under her control and slid compulsively 
from her tautly vibrating breasts down across her exposed belly to her 
trembling thighs, as she moved her silky buttocks up on the edge of the 
table and lifted her knees up to her breasts. The whole of her throbbing 
loins were exposed to the man's lewdly seeking eyes, and suddenly, she was 
as afraid as when he had taken her from behind. 

Yet her fingers were afraid of nothing, and they plotted a course of their 
own down through the soft blonde silken hairs above her quivering vaginal 
opening. Dan watched her part the thin pubic hair between her legs, and with 
a small mewling groan slip a finger down the wetly pink slit and play with 
the swollen clitoris that throbbed there with a seeming life of its own. 

Dan had excited himself tremendously, playing with his aching cock, and 
watching-the beautiful blonde begin to finger herself wild. But now he 
stopped, unwilling to spoil his little plan by losing control. He would let 
this desperately undulating young woman finger-fuck herself to distracation, 
and then.... 

"Now, keeping finger-fucking but eat my cock ..." he told her. 

The command made Sandy go nearly crazy with desire. .. she couldn't believe 
how wild and wonderful it all was ... she moved toward him and bent down on 
her knees, her fingers still working furiously in her own hotly writhing 
pussy, and slipped her warmly salivating mouth over this cock, taking more 
and more of it in, slowly, an inch at a time.... 

It was so crazy, so wildly crazy, that as soon as Dan felt her tight, hot 
lips over his hotly throbbing prick, he could feel the cum beinning to churn 
in his balls... it was crazy, like being a teenager having his first fuck... 
but he couldn't hold back.... 

"I'm cumming... I cumming," he groaned hoarsely, and she sucked harder and 
hotter, never stopping her own manipulations of her pussy. 

And as she felt the first fiery spurts of sperm reach her mouth she felt her 
own climax begin too. . .. 

And they sank in a shuddering mass onto the carpet of the living room. 

And no sooner had their simultaneous orgasms subsided than they heard the 
footsteps on the wooden staircase outside. No one ever dressed as quickly as 
those two sex-sated individuals at that moment, and somehow, when she heard 
Carlos's key in the door, the two were seated in armchairs on opposite sides 
of the living room, their breath just beginning to return to normal. 

"Hello, darling," she said, rising to greet her husband. "I'd like you to 
meet a friend of mine, Dan Newton-----" 

# 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The sun was brilliant in a clear turqoise sky and the little white houses of 
the Algarve glistened like brilliant diamonds. All about the quaint streets 
were summer flowers in full bloom, their perfumes permeating the fragrant 
sea air, and the Mediterranean waters matched the blue of the sky almost 
perfectly. 

The two couples - Glenda and Dan Newton, and Sandy and Carlos 
Costa-Gomes-had driven down together in Carlos's spacious Mercedes and had 
found a charming cottage with a red-tile roof right on the water. 

"Wow!" said Glenda, as the two couples brought in their valises. "This is 
really charming... absolutely a marvel. ... and so cheap!" 

"You might as well still be in America if you stay at places like the Ritz," 
Carlos commented with typical European sarcasm at the way American's 
travel.... 

Then Carlos sat himself down in an old stuffed armchair. "Whew," he 
breathed. "I'm really tired ... all that driving. ..." 

"You just rest love," Sandy told him, patting his forehead soothingly. "I'll 
make dinner." They had stopped in the village at a little grocery and picked 
up enough food for the weekend .. . fresh fish and shellfish, vegetables and 
fruits and local pastries. 

"I'll give you a hand," Dan offered, and Sandy thought Carlos looked just a 
bit uncomfortable at something in the other man's tone. 

"Great!" said Glenda. "That's usually woman's work, but I'll be delighted to 
abdicate ... I'm going to take a nice warm bath." 

Sandy went out to the car to get the groceries, with Dan right behind her. 
They retujned with the bags of food and headed for the kitchen. 

Suddenly, the young blonde was frightened of what she knew would happen this 
weekend. What if Carlos was horrified, what if he hated her for her 
infidelity .. . what if she suggested the swap and Carlos asked for a 
divorce.. .. 

She was unpacking the food and putting it in the little refrigerator when 
she suddenly felt Dan's powerful arms close around her waist. 

"No, Dan! Don't!" she said forcefully, surprising herself a bit. "We have to 
go gradually.. . Please . .. If Carlos were to walk in, he'd...." 

Dan looked at her with amusement. "That's what we drove down here for 
sweetheart." 

"But not now .. . not like this!" 

"Well, how do you think it's all going to happen ... by magic. .. .?" 

Sandy stared at him. She hadn't really thought about it. She merely thought 
it would happen quite naturally ... she had pictured them each floating off 
with the other's spouse as if lifted on some dreamlike current. She hadn't 
actually considered it realistically at all. 

And again, she felt Dan's powerful hands on her, pulling her towards him. 
She broke away desperately. She was really frightened now, yet she was aware 
also of the tiny tingle that was racing along her spine, making her think of 
fucking this powerful man who now stood facing her. She brought some 
vegetables over to the little marble sink and tried to busy herself washing 
them. 

"Believe me, Sandy ... it will be okay .. . Carlos will come around. ..." 

The desperately anguished young wife looked over and gasped at what she saw. 
Dan was standing in front of her, calmly unzipping the fly of his pants, 
unbuttoning the top button and sliding them off his hairy loins with a 
smoothly hypnotic motion. His jockey shorts bulged obscenely with the 
growing swell of his aroused cock, and his hand snaked along his hips, in 
one quick motion, lowering his shorts to his knees and allowing his 
massively jutting shaft to spring out toward Sandy with unbelievable force. 

The trembling young woman gasped and yet could not take her eyes off the 
glistening shaft of male flesh that stared her in the face with its single 
moist eye. She couldn't even look up at Dan, but was mesmerized by the 
rapidly swelling penis in front of her, immobilized by the mrid sensations 
that were beginning to course through her veins and suddenly threatening to 
rob her of her sanity. What had she expected? She must have been crazy to 
try to involve Carlos in this. 

God! What if he were to walk in now .. . he was just a room away! 

But Dan seemed unstoppable. Slowly and teasingly he approached her from 
across the kitchen, his hypnotically pulsing penis swaying backwards and 
forwards in front of him as he walked, like some kind of cobra, turning her 
will to jelly as she stared, her resolve, her defenses, being swept away 
almost immediately. 

With an anguished cry, Sandy threw herself onto her knees before Dan's 
hugely throbbing cock, grasping it wantonly with both hands and rubbing its 
muscular rock-hard flesh along the smooth skin of her cheek. Her mind was 
suddenly empty, empty of all her quite reasonable fears, empty of the 
knowledge of her husband in the very next room. Her whole consciousness was 
focused with insane completeness upon this man's powerful, towering shaft of 
quivering maleness, and she wasn't even aware of what Dan was saying as he 
groaned with pleasure above her. It was as though her mind suddenly snapped 
under the pressure... . 

"That's it baby. That's right. You want it, and you can have it. Just like 
you did before. That's it.. . This should get the weekend off to a tine 
start." 

Glenda had chatted with Carlos for a few moments, then decided to go 
upstairs and take a little bath to freshen herself for the anticipated 
delights of the rest of the evening. 

Carlos Costa-Gomes had been left sitting alone in the living room, and 
something was definitely bothering him. Something about this weekend was 
muinto eurioso, very strange. There was something about this older couple he 
didn't quite trust, and he was growing uncomfortable at the idea of his wife 
being alone in the kitchen with this Dan 

Newton fellow. 

He stood up from his chair and began to walk toward the kitchen. Suddenly he 
could hear some very odd sounds coming from it, then his face contracted in 
anger and disgust as he saw what was happening before his very eyes, "That's 
it Sandy, baby!" he heard Dan Newton say. "Suck it! Suck it like only you 
can! OOOHHHHHH'.H" 

Carlos reeled at the obscene commands the man was calling to his wife. His 
first inclination was to rush into the kitchen, to tear Dan's writhing cock 
from his wife's hotly sucking mouth, but his resolve left in in a flood as 
he realized that his wife was enjoying sucking another guy's cock! She 
wasn't being forced, but was eagerly devouring Dan Newton's obscenely 
swaying shaft between her willingly grasping lips. 

And worse! The sight of them was causing an unwanted stirring and swelling 
of his own cock inside his pants at the lascivious spectacle taking place 
before him. He gaped through the doorway at Sandy hunched on all fours 
between Dan's spread legs, every inch of his lewdly pulsing cock completely 
absorbed inside her ovalled lips and wildly sucking mouth, her magnificent 
breasts jiggling and swaying to her pumping motions while Dan strained his 
powerful loins upward at her face in perfect rhythm. 

She was enjoying it! This thought bounced back and forth in Carlos's stunned 
brain, and he barged into the kitchen. 

Sandy saw him first and looked up with stark terror.in her eyes. "Carlos!" 
she shrieked, letting 

Dan's cock slip from her lips. 

Dan saw the fiercely angry look in the woman's husband's eyes, but then his 
eyes roamed lower and he saw too the throbbing bulge in the 

Portuguese husband's pants. 

"Welcome to the party," he said glibly, and 

Carlos felt like he could kill him. Yet he was overcome with lust as well as 
rage, and the former was easier to deal with. Quickly, crazily, he began 
furiously to strip the clothes from his body. His mind was irrational, the 
lurid spectacle of his wife and Dan Newton somehow causing him to lose all 
control over himself and become a raging, illogical animal. 

Sandy gasped as she realized what Carlos was about to do. Her husband was 
quickly lowering his naked body onto the floor behind her, lewdly fingering 
the bulbous immensity of his already lust-inflamed cock. Perhaps it would be 
all right... perhaps out of the craziness everything would turn out all 
right! It seemed insane now, but there was nothing she could do. 

Carlos stared down at the erotic sight of his wife's enticingly naked cunt, 
and within him a conglomeration of rage and lust commanded as he hungrily 
drank in the warm voluptuousness of her young body bent lewdly before him. 
Without pausing to consider what he was doing, the enraged husband plunged 
his middle finger into his wife's moist cunt and watched her hips and 
buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion. He smeared the damply viscid 
moisture from her flowing vagina over the tightly crinkled aperture of her 
rectum " then wet the head of his pulsing cock between her open vaginal 
lips, and finally nuzzled his burgeoning maleness tightly up against her 
constricted anus. 

Sandy felt his hands clutching at her hips harshly, holding her vise-like, 
his pelvis thrusting his lust-maddened cock forward in an unbelievably 
agonizing stretching of her defenseless anus! Yet it felt good, it felt 
wonderful, this bittersweet mixture of pleasure pain. Her breath caught in 
her throat and she wriggled her buttocks desperately to receive more of his 
hotly throbbing member. 

"Aaaiiihhh!" she moaned, as Dan took her head between his hands and once 
again her lips encased his achingly aroused cock. 

Carlos was past the point of no return now as he stared down at his 
trembling wife's obscenely bent body with Dan Newton's thick cock protruding 
from her mouth and his own blood engorged member protruding from her widely 
stretched asshole, causing in him the most incredible burst of licentious 
desire. 

Sandy hunched back as she felt her husband press forward again. She felt the 
excruciating pleasure of his erectly throbbing cock surging into her anus, 
pushing the rubbery resisting flesh before finally, with one lustful lunge, 
he ground his immense shaft of flesh all the way up inside the warmly 
constricting depths of her wide-stretched rectum. 

Dan lay groaning under Sandy's continually sucking lips, gone now with the 
ecstasy she was passing to him through her grasping mouth. The sight of 
Carlos fucking his own wife in the anus while she sucked the life out of him 
raised Dan to unbearable heights of pleasure, and he lay with his eyes 
closed, feeling every pulsing throb of his quickly approaching climax. 

Sandy rotated her firm white buttocks in hungry little circles, waving her 
voluptuous ass cheeks back at her husband lasciviously, knowing that there 
was nothing she would not willingly do for this immense erotic pleasure. 
Wildly, she writhed back to meet the lewd impalement as he plunged 
rhythmically into her. 

Carlos couldn't restrain the grunts of lewd pleasure gurgling from his 
tightly drawn-back lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing to 
this beautiful woman whom he loved with all of his heart! This was madness, 
yet it was wonderful, too wonderful to believe! He felt with lust-incited 
sensation the warmly soft flesh of her flattened buttocks pressing tightly 
against his churning loins. He rammed forward into her clutching nether 
passage and slid his hand down beneath them to her vagina, moist and hot now 
with her own excitement, the viscid dampness lightly coating the glistening 
cuntal lips and seeping into the curls of her silken pubic hair. He grunted, 
drawing his erectly spasming penis out slightly, watching with hesitant 
breath the tender ridges of her reddened anal flesh pulling out around it. 
His breathing came faster, until with a gasp of increased lust, he began to 
saw uncontrollably into and out of ther hotly clasping asshole. 

Suddenly, Dan Newton moaned and strained beneath Sandy, and before she 
realized what was happening, her mouth was filled with an undamming of his 
burning cum, gushing down her anxiously swallowing,.throat unsurprising 
quantity. She fought for her breath and gulped in desperation as the milky 
white fluid ejaculated wildly from his potent cock and plunged all the way 
up to her contracting throat. And then, as suddenly as it had erupted in her 
mouth, the spurting penis began to lose its rigidity and she could feel it 
slipping from between her feverishly sucking lips .. . until finally, she 
trailed her pink tongue over her moistly sperm-coated lips, snatching at the 
last remaining drops of his delicious semen that had trickled there. Dan 
sighed with satiated pleasure and then watched as Carlos began to thrust 
even more frantically at his wife's heaving buttocks, and she screwed back 
against his driving cock wantonly, tiny pleading mewls of passion beginning 
to tumble from her lips. 

"Oooooohhh," she moaned gaspingly, her face resting on Dan's belly, while 
her own husband's pelvis smacked solidly against the softness of her lush 
white ass cheeks. "Ooooouhhh, my God . . . It-it's beautiful....!" I never 
realized ... Oh, Carlos ... fuck it! It's yours! Make me know that you love 
me! Fuck it hard, darling! Hard! 

Hard ....!" She wanted him to cum... to shoot his hot load of'sperm deep' 
into her belly, to split her open and drown her in his sticky warm semen's 
loveliness. 

I'm going to cum in her ass, Carlos thought insanely. He felt her reach back 
between her widespread thighs to graze and caress his frantically churning 
balls, squeezing them warmly in her hands. Her face was turned so that she 
could see the effect his sodomizing cock was having on her, and he watched 
her lips open and close in all consuming rapture, as the pleasurable fires 
spiralled through her soft vibrant body. He felt her clench her buttocks 
tightly, as if to imprison and secure his driving penis inside her, the 
sensation spurring him to increase his own hammering pace. 

"Oooooohhh! Oooooohhh . . . .! Unnnnnnhhh . . . yes . .. yes. . . ! I'm .. . 
going to cum! Fuck it hard . . . hard . .. .! I'm cummmiiing!" 

Sandy had never realized such total abandon nor such carnally beautiful 
sensations as she did at that moment, with her body quivering and convulsing 
wildly in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. She 
was gone... utterly in another world beneath this magnificent cock that 
continued to cause wild exploding sensations of enchantment in her belly and 
loins. 

"Oooooohhh... aaaahhhh," she moaned in overwhelming rushing release, her 
senses blurred by the engulfing ecstasy of the moment. Dazedly, then, she 
heard him swear outright, then mouth a foul obscenity in Portuguese, gasping 
behind her and thrusting into her so hard she thought he had reached her 
throat, and inadvertently she moaned with the slight new twinge of pleasure. 
She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her 
upraised buttocks, and then a great surge of hot swirling sperm flooded deep 
into her rectum, filling her contracting passage nearly to the bursting 
point. 

She heard him gasp again and again... until at last he grunted one final 
moan of release . . . and she sensed him falling back away, slowly pulling 
out of her collapsing on the floor inside the now suddenly quiet kitchen. 

Dan was the first to move. He extricated himself deftly from the tangle of 
arms and legs on the floor and got to his feet, with the luxuriously 
lethargic motions of a man completely sated. 

Suddenly he looked up. Glenda stood in the doorway, stark naked, her long 
red wavy hair tumbling about her shoulders and breasts. 

"Looks like you're all going to have to eat me for dinner," she grinned, 
rubbing one of her long-nailed, red painted fingers sensuously around the 
budding head of her throbbing little clitoris. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The weekend in the Algarve turned into a merrily erotic romp for the two 
couples, with Carlos adjusting with ease to this remarkable new freedom. 
When the Newtons mentioned a party at the Fonsecas the following weekend, he 
had agreed eagerly. Carlos had met Antonio and Maria Fonseca at various 
Lisbon cocktail parties, but had never liked them. Now he realized why-it 
was the overt sensuality of the diminutive raven-haired woman and her 
middle-aged but still handsome husband. It was they way they would look at 
everyone, male and female, as a potential fuck. That had always unnerved 
him. 

But after the weekend experience at the seaside resort, Carlos felt he was 
just about ready for anything. 

Once again, travelling in the Mercedes, the two couples drove out of Lisbon 
and along the Tagus toward Estoril, where the Fonsecas occupied a palatial 
home in a neighborhood famous for its exiled royalty and its gambling 
casinos. 

They were greeted at the door by a giant negro - a man almost seven feet 
tall with a cleanly shaven head-who spoke both English and Portuguese with a 
musical African lilt to his deep bass voice. 

It was already almost nine in the evening when they arrived, and the giant 
black man-whose name was Bros, pronounced "Brosh,"-ushered them into an 
immense and opulent living room already full of well-dressed people, talking 
softly in many languages - Italian, French, English and, occasionally, even 
Portuguese, The air was filled with the tinkling of ice in glass tumblers, 
and there was an edge of excitement in the air not usually present at most 
cocktail parties. 

Bros stood with his huge muscular arms crossed formally at his chest, like 
the image of a super genie from Aladdin's lamp, watching the guests ; with a 
look of superior amusement on his ,-j handsome face, as though he were a 
pagan god and j had created the scene for his enchantment alone. ! 

He watched his employers - Maria and Antonio j Fonseca - greet the new 
arrivals charmingly, and thought he had known the couple for a decade - ever 
since he had been Fonseca's right hand man in * the army, when Fonseca had 
been a general in Mozambique - he still found the petite Maria Fonseca 
extremely attractive .. . like a little china doll you could almost hold in 
your hand. That redhead looked like a hot little number as well, but Bros 
did not dwell too long on her, so totally captivated was he by the young 
blonde named Sandy. 

Soon, he thought, we must start this party soon. 

The black servant picked up a silver tray and took a tiny bottle from his 
inside jacket pocket. It was filled with a white powder and Bros poured all 
of it onto the gleaming silver tray. Then he withdrew a small piece of 
highly sharpened ivory from the same pocket, and methodically began to chop 
the cocaine into a fine, fine powder. He then placed several tiny coke 
spoons, also of silver, onto the tray and began to circulate among the 
guests passing out this refreshment. Several pipefuls of hashish were also 
circulating about the party, as well as every type of liquor imaginable. 

When Bros brought the tray of cocaine over to Sandy Costa-Gomes, she was 
entirely at a loss as to what to do with it, and the handsome negro giant 
carefully showed her how to ingest the proper amount of the substance in 
each nostril. 

"Thank you," she said when she had finished inhaling it, suddenly feeling a 
tremendous rush of energy and a strange tingling between her legs. She was 
feeling so strange... being new to even the hashish. Just then, a young maid 
came around with a tray full of liqueurs and she unthinkingly took a glass 
and finished it in one swallow. 

Suddenly, everyone in the room looked up. Antonio Fonseca had climbed to the 
top of the magnificent red carpeted stairway and was about to make an 
announcement. 

"Meus amigos, mes amis, my friends," he said . . . and then continued in 
English, the most universal of the many languages being spoken at the 
gathering. "I think we will have a very exceptional entertainment tonite for 
you." 

And then his lovely wife was at his side. "Shall we begin!" she said, and 
with a sweep of her hand she peeled the silver lame wrap blouse she wore and 
stood with her lovely rounded breasts and their tiny but hard brown nipples 
in front of all the crowd. 

Then suddenly, the entire party began undressing, without a moment's 
hesitation. Sandy stood off to one side, completely amazed at the sudden 
transformation that had overcome what had seemed to be almost a traditional 
cocktail party. She watched as the clusters of chatting people were 
transformed into frenzied tangles of arms and legs, of various and sundry 
pieces of clothing that were quickly shed and hurled around the room at 
anyone who happened to be nearby. Sandy felt quite excited, yet at the same 
time, a bit timid about participating so boldly. 

But she didn't have long to wait before she saw* Antonio Fonseca approaching 
her from across the huge and sumptuous room, his powerfully built body 
completely naked, his huge cock swinging limply heavy against his hairy 
muscular loins as he walked. Her head was swimming from the liquor and drugs 
she had consumed. 

"Well, Sandy, won't you undress?" Fonseca asked, and suddenly it all seemed 
so easy. She removed her clothes quickly until she was standing in only her 
brief bikini panties, her smoothly rounded breasts left free to fall 
unencumbered into the cool air of the crowded room. As she undressed, she 
looked around for her husband, Carlos, and at last spotted him on the other 
side of the room. And she was surprised at the slightly jealous pang she 
felt when she saw that Maria Fonseca was standing in front of Carlos, 
teasing the hairs on his manly chest, already bare, while her other hand 
played with his belt and pants zipper. Carlos looked up at that moment, 
caught his wife's gaze, and gave her a look that said, I love you but this 
is all right too. Sandy felt relieved and smiled back at him in answer. Then 
she turned to Antonio 

Fonseca. 

"I want to do something I've never done before," she said with an excited 
gleam in her eye. 

"No sooner said than done," he replied, and suddenly, Sandy was being 
ushered to a small stage at one end of the magnificent living room, which 
had been hidden from view before by a burgundy velvet curtain. 

She glanced about the room and noticed that everyone was now naked, almost 
fifty people, and that many were already engrossed in every kind of 
manipulative foreplay imaginable, sprawled here and there around the room on 
magnificent pillows of the most exotic silks and satins, strewn about a 
floor completely covered in a variety of the finest oriental carpets. And as 
her naked host was ushering her toward the stage, she realized that people 
were turning their heads and bodies in order to see the stage. 

And then she was onstage, lying on her back, and staring up at the ornately 
decorated ceiling. She felt a pang of anxiety, wondering what it was that 
was going to happen to her. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be 
pleasurable. ... 

And then she heard an appreciative gasp from the audience and felt two warm, 
strong hands pulling down her silky panties, sliding them sensuously over 
her now trembling thighs, exposing to the air her smooth bare loins. She 
felt a keen sense of anticipation yet she did not want to open her eyes - 
not yet. 

"Is the Senhora ready?" she heard Antonio Fonseca's voice ask, and she felt 
the warm breath of a man breezing across her tremblingly exposed breasts and 
her quivering flat belly. 

"Is the Senhora ready?" she heard another voice boom, a deeply resonant and 
musical voice from more than six feet above her head, and she stared up in 
surprise to the underside of the largest penis she had ever imagined, 
jutting straight out from Antonio Fonseca's manservant's muscular and 
hairless black body in magnificent erection, curving slightly upward toward 
the incredibly bulbous head. 

"Oooooohhh. .." Sandy gasped aloud. Bros's feet were on either side of her 
head, and his hairless, smoothly muscular legs rose from the stage like 
giant sculpture to the immenseness of his phallus at their apex. Sandy sank 
back in awe into the softly silky mound of cushions where she lay, somewhat 
intimidated yet facinatied by the sight of his monumental nakedness. 

"Do you like it, my sweet," the giant negro asked. 

"Yes," she whispered, in trembling anticipation of what would come next. She 
looked quickly around the room then for Carlos, wondering if he might not be 
upset, but she could not find him. 

Then she turned her face up to the magnificent black giant who stood above 
her, gazing with growing lust into his gentle but hungry eyes. 

"Yes, Bros," she said. "I want____" 

Before she had finished, he had bent to kiss her, his brilliant white teeth 
showing though his half-parted lips. He breath was hotly sweet, and she made 
no sound as his full, soft lips sensuously caressed her arching neck. The 
hashish and the cocaine accented the physically electric touch of his 
velvety lips upon her bare skin, and her legs weakened as he leaned his huge 
body on top of her. 

His massively swollen cock lay against her thigh, almost reaching to her 
waist and its godlike hugeness outlined against her flesh made her weak with 
desire. Yet it was so huge, she wondered what orifice of her body could 
possibly accept its immense fullness. She looked around quickly once again 
for Carlos, and this time she saw him, seated beside Maria Fonseca, whose 
fingers were teasing the hardness of his erect cock as he gazed 
incredulously at what was happening to his wife. 

Then Sandy stared at the lustfully staring eyes of the crowd of partiers 
that had now pressed close to the stage, peering lewdly at the exotic 
enchantment of her own naked body. They were all in groups-two three, even 
four, fondling, teasing, manipulating* each other's bodies in wanton 
lasciviousness, and suddenly, Sandy's mind was filled with an all consuming 
lust that was almost maddening. 

Feeling a sense of her own power now, she rose to a sitting position beside 
the huge black man, gently pressing at his chest, so that he would lie on 
his back. With a huge grin of delight on his handsome African face, he 
obeyed with total willingness. He liked a woman with a mind of her own. 

Sandy closed her eyes and smiled ... because she knew that with this 
incredible specimen of manhood she would give the people clustered around 
her a show they would never forget. 

All the eyes in the room were intently glued to Sandy's seductive 
preliminaries now. Everyone had expected the young American to be a relucant 
partner for the African, and her strorrg and willful participation in-the 
obscene act had stirred their perverse expectations even more. Glenda and 
Dan were watching impatiently, waiting for the moment Bros would thrust 
himself into her, would fuck her, with the rampaging cudgel of his 
superhuman cock. Maria's hand was still massaging CArlos's throbbingly erect 
penis, and Sandy could see that Maria wanted to be fucked by Carlos as they 
watched his wife being ravaged by the African on the stage. 

She was still straddling Bros's chest, while she saw Carlos's middle finger 
inserted deftly into: the wriggling vagina of Maria Fonseca. ' 

Then she felt herself lifted off Bros's chest as he rolled over and placed 
her naked body beneath him, moving her with a gentleness that was incredible 
for such a big, muscular man. In grateful response for his gentleness, she 
reached up and scratched the broad expanse of his gleaming black back, 
feeling him move his incredible weight up over with with an erotic shiver; 
until he was straddling her, his hair-covered loins directly in front of her 
suddenly comprehending*eyes. 

He wanted her to suck him! 

God, she didn't know if it was possible, his fully erected rod of male flesh 
was so incredibly massive. And yet Sandy wanted more than anything at that 
moment to try. The big black cock was like a magnet for her already 
salivating mouth. 

Sandy slid her fingernails along the small of his back and over his muscular 
buttocks, pressing them slightly toward her face, until his tremendous eock 
was only an inch from her lips, and in his excitement, a single drop of 
clear translucent liquid seeped from the throbbing tip. She removed her 
hands from his trembling buttocks and reached up toward his desperately 
straining loins. 

"Aaaaahhhh," the black man sighed in his wonderful deep voice, as she took 
hold of his achingly throbbing cock with both her hands, her touch light, 
yet firm. The crowd moaned their approval in unison, instantly excited by 
the prospect of watching the beautiful newcomer sucking the most manly being 
any of them had ever lain eyes on hovering over her face. 

Carlos tried to rise from where he was sitting, in a sudden moment of 
jealousy, but Maria stopped him, again pulling his hand to her steaming 
loins, and thrusting his fingers up into the soft wet folds of her burning 
vagina. * 

Sandy pulled her hands toward her mouth, still stroking the pulsating cock 
gently back and forth. She bent her head slightly forward and her tongue 
darted out at the single clear drop on the black glans-eye, Kcking it 
lasciviously back into her eager mouth. She closed her full lips and 
swallowed the sweet droplet, rolling her head to the side at the same time 
and looking at Carlos and Maria, growing even more excited watching them. 

Sandy swirled her tongue around her soft lips, moistening them for all to 
see, and then turned her head back to the pleading cock she held between her 
cupped hands. Another shining droplet appeared and she opened her now moist 
lips and pulled him closer to her, closing her lips wetly over half of the 
huge black head. 

"Oooooohhh," the gargantuan African moaned deeply as she gently began to 
suck at him. Sandy's mouth was already opened to its fullest extent and she 
didn't know if she could get even the bulbous head of his bull-sized cock 
inside. But she stretched her jaws even wider and pulled him gently until, 
with a sudden grunt of straining effort, she swallowed the whole of his 
sensitive cock-head into her buttery soft mouth. 

As a gasp of envy came from the woman who watched, and Sandy relaxed her jaw 
for a minute, playing with the tip of the impaling organ that filled her 
warm moist mouth. Her sensitive tongue licked small circles on--the bxoad 
underside of his sensitive glans, sending fiery needles of electric 
sensation up his back to his imprisoned brain. He had had a lot of women-a 
lot of beautiful women - women of every color and every sexual talent-but 
Something about this sweet-faced blonde was almost driving him insane! 

He closed his eyes almost trance-like as she started to suck harder and pull 
more of his swollen cock into her desperately straining mouth. Sandy didn't 
think that she could take in much more of it, but her hunger was becoming 
insatiable, and she savored the moisture rising in him and sucked as though 
her life depended upon it. Not even half of the massive cock had fit into 
her mouth, when she realized it was impossible to take anymore. . 

Sandy slid her impaled head back and forth as best she could, hearing Bros 
moan each time she did. She wanted to swallow ail of the tremendous cock, to 
show them all, but knew it was no use. She was already well aware of the 
growing erotic sensations between her own naked thighs, that were being 
fanned out of control by the lewd feeling of his monstrous cock filling her 
oral cavity, and the gentle caressing of his sperm-laden balls as they 
brushed teasingly across her nakedly exposed breasts. 

"I want to eat you, baby," she heard Bros whisper in his deep bass voice, 
and though it was not easy for him, he pulled away from the warmly moist 
shelter of Sandy's mouth, knowing this small sacrifice would make the entire 
act so much, much better. 

Sandy slackened her jaws when she felt the big man pull himself away from 
her, turning her head to see the panting crowd at their side. They had, 
without exception, put down their drinks, and some were now watching as they 
crouched down on all fours, their mouths hanging open obscenely, waiting for 
the next move in this passion play. Maria had dropped to her knees in front 
of Carlos and Sandy saw her eyes looking sideways at her as she sucked 
hungrily at his swollen cock. He was leaning back on both hands, supported 
by his trembling arms, as he excitedly watched Bros's pulsating penis slowly 
pull away from his wife's tightly ovalled lips. 

"Oooooohhh, Bros!" she cried out as she felt his smooth tongue part the 
golden pubic hair that sparsely covered the soft pink lips of her exposed c 
u nt. Her words even further excited the spectators, as they realized the 
degree to which she was enjoying it! They watched as Bros used his large 
fingers to hold the soft lips of her quivering cunt apart, pulling his head 
back a few inches to focus his eyes on the sweet lovliness he was about to 
invade. It looked so clean, so pure, and the intoxicating smell was sweet, 
like the smell of fresh rain in the forests of his native Mozambique. He had 
not for many years experienced anything so clean, so innocent, so eager to 
please him ... and now he would please her as much. 

His tongue darted lewdly out at Sandy's already swollen clitoris, erect and 
throbbing with desire to be kissed. He pursed his lips and planted an almost 
affectionate kiss on the tiny pulsating bud, groaning in child-like 
reverence as he did so. The nakedly aroused women around the stage sighed as 
they watched, their own jealous loins now burning with desire for the giant 
African, and Sandy moaned quietly and smiled at his gentleness as she waited 
with bated breath for the next tingling touch. 

"Oooooohhh," she moaned ecstatically as he licked slowly along the brightly 
exposed crevice that glistened with her own warmly lubricating moisture, not 
feeling at all guilty for the pleasurable sensation she was giving voice to. 

She rolled her head from side to side slowly in rhythm with the probing 
tongue that prodded her to greater and greater heights. She raised her head 
up to look down over her throbbing breasts, and saw his bobbing, cleanly 
shaven black head framed between her widespread knees. Black against white 
on her thighs, his black head and face bobbing up and dowfi* against the 
pale blonde patch-of her naked pubic hair! 

The jolts of pleasure, the fiery zephyrs of pure wantonness pervaded her 
entire being now as Bros's powerful hands slipped under her buttocks, 
cupping and squeezing the soft, yet firm warm flesh of the hotly trembling 
cheeks. His tongue and mouth continued to penetrate further and further into 
the valley of her hotly writhing cunt. Without volition, she dug her 
shoulders into the silk and satin cushions, sucked in her stomach muscles 
and raised her pelvis, making Bros's head bury itself even deeper. Wet 
sucking and slurping sounds echoed through the hushed room, and his hands 
pulled apart the crevice between her buttocks, and then one of his long 
black fingers began exploring the opening to her tiny puckered little 
rectum. It was a pleasure more exquisite than anything Sandy had ever known. 

She began moaning low in her throat, almost oblivious now to the crowd 
gathered about the stage. She was feeling everything so intensely ... she 
could not believe the total wantonness of her own body melting into a sea of 
sensation. 

Her mouth opened wide. ... 

"Oooooohhh, God! Bros!" she cried. 

The huge black man heard her sharp gasp of delight as his hands kneaded the 
soft globes of her pliantly yielding buttocks; the sound caused a surge of 
new lust in his already over-aroused body, and he drew her limply 
co-operating legs up and around his neck. Moments later, he had the 
satisfaction of knowing that she had locked her ankles together behind his 
head in consent and cooperation. He continued to fuck her oj^lly, using his 
tongue to run lewd sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, 
nuzzling his broad, flat nose back and forth has he darted his throbbing 
tongue deep into her pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair-rimmed lips 
push against his mouth with increasing strength as her body spasmed and 
writhed upward in a now hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth 
into contact with the wetly glistening flesh. His middle finger again sought 
out the tightly clenched lips of her anus, and a low inarticulate moan was 
wrenched from her throat as he probed teasingly the opening. Abruptly, his 
hot wet mouth moved down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered 
like summer heat lightning against the brown puckered little hole. 

Sandy's eyes blinked wide open as she felt the touch, felt the wild sensual 
pleasure surge like a seismic wave through her body. 

"Oh, God! Oooooohhh, Bros!" she whimpered wildly, her voice an 
unrecognizable hiss of lust. 

Wantonly, she used her heels to bring his shaven head in tighter, deeper, 
endeavoring to rape her own tortured rectum with his tongue. She flailed her 
blonde head from side to side, completely out of control of her mind and 
body. 

Her body was boiling with the exquisite tingling of raw nerve ends as Bros 
started his voracious licking of her cuntal crevice again. She could not 
believe the intense delight he was bringing her. The ganglions of her pussy 
were vibrating and she knew she was closer and closer to total fulfillment. 
She spread her thighs wider and raised her burning, desire-filled loins to 
his face, her only wish now to aid this man, this master of her nakedly 
grinding vagina. She ground her throbbing widespread cunt against his face, 
revelling to the pit of her heart and soul with the insane delight of the 
lewd, forbidden pleasure he was awarding her in front of this gathering of 
wildly uninhibited people. 

Her body was rapidly building up to that slow sweet agony of a climax. She 
could feel the mighty vapor beginning to build up into towering thunderbirds 
in her incandescently hot pussy. This build-up could not last much longer or 
she would cataclysimically explode into a million screaming little pieces 
flying off in all directions. 

Bros sensed that she was approaching orgasm and he wormed his large black 
finger deep into her saliva-moistened anus. It went in easfly, #nd at the 
same moment, be began concentrating on her hotly jerking clitoris. 

Sandy writhed and twisted, bubbling and bubbling wild mewls of passion, her 
face was twisted in a grotesque mask of feral lust which was almost 
frightening in its intensity. She was close. Closer ... This was it. Now! It 
was past the point of no return.... 

"Oohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh, God! God! GOD!?" She chanted as his tongue screwed 
up into her cunt even harder. She was only vaguely conscious that his hands 
were teasing her anus and clitoris with tingling fingers of flame, and she 
gasped hoarsely, wailing with a breath that came more and more rapidly. His 
big, implaccably twisting tongue burrowed even deeper into her pussy, and 
she could feel it trembling deeper inside her - flickering, touching, 
licking everything. 

Suddenly then, the massive towering storm coulds of lust in her cunt split 
wide open in one gigantic thunderclap of sweet agony. 

It was incredible! She was swinging wildly, soaring high, high, higher than 
ever before. . 

And the sound of her shrill cry filled the room... "I'm- cumming. Oh God. 
Don't stop. Don't ever stop! Oh? Oh? Ah? AHHHHH. AAIIIEEEE! I'M CUMMIINNG!" 

The African's head was almost knocked off his powerful shoulders by the 
violence of her pelvis thrusts as she jerked and heaved her wildly clasping 
pussy against his face. Her legs locked around his head had tightened like 
the grip of a boa, and her heels were beating against his shoulder blades. 

And then it wasn't enough. She wanted more... MORE! 

"Fuck me, Bros, please! I beg you, Fuck me... FUCKMEEEE!" 

Her begging screams astonished the whole room. No one had ever seen anything 
hke this before. Her climax was like a command for all the other couples 
beside the stage to fall upon one another with the same abandon that Sandy 
was experiencing; and they did so, turning on each other almost as if 
choreographed to do so, the men thrusting their lust-hardened rods of hungry 
flesh almost violently up into their desperate partners of the moment. Even 
Carlos's attention was torn from the stage as he succumbed to his 
irrevocable need to release the pent-up force of his lust into the 
undulating cunt of the doll-like Maria Fwnseca. 

Bros was wildly excited now too, and he crawled up and kneeled between 
Sandy's widely splayed legs, poising the head of his blood-engorged cock at 
the throbbing entrance to her wetly trembling cunt. 

And though he was enormous, she was so well lubricated after her gushing 
climax, that he was able to ease his giant member slowly into her almost to 
the hilt. 

She could feel the full length of his massive cock scraping at every hidden 
spot of delight within her honey-sweet pussy, felt his bulbous cock-head 
hammering at the portals of her throbbing womb.... 

"Aaaggghhh," Sandy wailed loudly as the implaccably hardened pole of black 
male flesh cut deeper into her than anyone had ever been before. She was 
filled almost to the bursting point and she could actually feel every 
muscular ridge of his corrugated cock through the hotly clasping walls of 
her vagina. 

Bros lay still for a moment, and her tight little cunt seemed to grip his 
prick like an iron fist encased in a satin glove. He sucked in his stomach 
muscles, tightened his arms and made his penis jerk hotly within the tight 
confines. 

Again and again the great black man flexed his cock, then gradually began 
short little movements in and out of her cunt. A7 her passage became 
accustomed to his monumental instrument, Bros started rotating his hips, 
grinding his maledome against her vagina until the mushroomed head was 
beating rhythmically against her cervix. He rocked above her, thrusting with 
long, smooth motions as though he were astride a horse on a carrousel, 
rising and falling, rising and falling. 

Sandy was moving her hips in unison with his movements, tremendous jolts of 
pleasure arching throughout her abdomen. Her mouth opened and closed now in 
wordless comments and shining little beads of perspiration seeped to the 
surface of her upper Up. Her neck tendons swelled, then grew taut, with the 
hoarse pantings of carnal joy. The room swirled about her as his giant 
throbbing cock buried deep up inside her pulsating cunt and her warm moist 
vagina together formed a lewd, wetly sounding symphony of lust on the little 
stage. Her body reacted and greedily sought more and more pleasure, and the 
obscene words boiled out of her lust-constricted throat. "Oh, God. Oh God, 
Don't stop." 

But stopping was the last thing on Bros's mind. His powerful hands pulled 
her supple young buttocks tighter to his rampaging prick. She heaved with 
passion in the heat of her own desires and her knees clenched and unclenched 
around his muscular buttocks with each powerful thrust of his wonderful, 
life-giving cock. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling 
his sweating face down towards hers, and her tongue shot deep into his 
mouth, slithering in and out in a wild semblance of oral fucking. 
Uninhibited gurgling noises of velvet rapture poured from her throat and she 
crooned like a mother in song, "Fuck ... oh, fuck me... fuck . .. fuck. .. 
." 

She shoved her cunt lewdly up to him, offering it as in some pagan ritual 
older than time itself. Never had there been anything like this, and not 
even in her wildest imaginations had she dreamed there would be such 
ecstatic sensations to be gotten from another human being. 

Filled with insane pleasure, she never wanted it to end. 

Bros jammed her with ever-increasing force as her tightly locked young 
vagina continued to pour out lubricant, lengthening his stroke, drawing his 
huge black rod almost out of the fleshy, moisture drenched sheath, then 
plunging downward in quickening strokes as her cunt hungrily devoured it. He 
heard her grunt before hurtling her wildly sucking vagina up and down on his 
throbbing shaft. She had taken complete control away from him as she sought 
her own pleasure. 

"Aaaaaggghhh . . . ohhhh," she moaned as his cock slammed into and brushed 
past the cervix, gasping and coughing with each inhalation into her tortured 
lungs. 

The wildly fucking black giant's sperm inflated balls slapped hard down 
against the nakedness of her anus, and through his scrotum he could feel the 
delicious softness of her ass cheeks and the hot dampness in the heated 
crevice where the warm viscosity of his own saliva had seeped down the cleft 
from her pulsating cunt. His throbbing sac seemed surely to split apart from 
the mounting pleasure in it and he fought for control - fighting against the 
need to spew his white hot sperm into the deepest depths. He began ramming 
her with increasing fury, wanting to bring her to orgasm before he, himself, 
came. 

Sandy cried out wonderously witl^ every fuck stroke up into her gratefully 
accepting young belly. She screwed her tongue into his throat in unison with 
each new thrust that buried his burning shaft deeper. She pulled her legs 
back even higher, offering him more and more of her greedily sucking little 
cunt. Bros glanced downward at his prick thinking he would go mad unless he 
came soon, watching his darkly glistening cock slip smoothly and powerfully 
in and out of her pinkly clasping pussy lips. Quickly then, in an effort to 
bring her along even faster, he slipped his hand beneath her buttocks and 
once again teased at the rhythmically flexing hole of her tiny puckered 
anus. 

"Aaaaagghhhhhh . .. oh, yes ... put your finger in .. . hard!" Sandy rotated 
her ass down hungrily against this new invader, pressing down with her 
stomach muscles as though she were trying to void something from her bowels, 
opening the rectum so it could accept even further the lewdly worming digit. 

Beneath Bros, the girl watched in complete abandon. Her motions, together 
with her gutteral croaks of delight and the tightness of her young vagina 
were pushing him over the edge of self control. He could also hear the 
couples in the audience groaning out their orgasms, and that lewd thought 
was enough to set off the incredible explosion from deep in his balloon-like 
balls. 

"Aaanruuugggghhhhhh," he cried, trying to stifle a scream, and his wildly 
ejaculating sperm burst in Sandy's writhing cunt like an erupting geyser, 
spewing into and filling the whole of her belly until she thought surely she 
would burst from the rapidly building pressure. But the milky thick liquid 
gushing from his desperately jerking penis into her receptive vagina only 
drove her to greater and greater heights, her sweat-soaked legs kicking out 
and quivering helplessly in the air on either side of his pounding hips. 

The lewdly hungry tension deep inside her sperm-filled vagina grew and grew 
and she knew she was only seconds away ... seconds ... seconds . .. away 
from the mind-shattering release of her own lust. She kicked out crazily 
against Bros's pounding loins, the concussion of their writhing bodies 
quickly setting off the detonator of her second orgasmic experience with 
him. 

"I'm cumming, oh God, fuck harder, I'm cumming! Give it to me, fuck me! 
Ram^t to me till I die! Aaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Her head rolled helplessly from side to side, the long blonde strands of her 
thrashing hair whipping into the cushions like a snapping bull whip, her 
eyes bulging wide as though they were straining to leap from their sockets. 
On and on it went, until Sandy thought she would go mad: Bros's still 
spewing cock igniting wracking spasms deep within her, destroying her, 
filling her, making her think that he would drown her with his copiously 
flowing seed. 

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The giant black man 
collapsed in a glistening black heap on top of her, and her own arms and 
legs fell limply out on the still shaking cushions beneath them. They lay 
still for a moment not even able to move, their breathing-coming in short 
recuperative gasps. 

And then she began to come back to reality, hoping and praying that her 
husband Carlos had not been driven to mad wrath at the scene she had just 
enacted on the tiny stage. She prayed he understood that there was only one 
thing to do in this hfe - to fulfill your nature as completely as possible 
... 

She gazed about the room, and could not see him at first. Then her eyes fell 
upon his sated body, collapsed atop the beautiful Maria Fonseca ... He 
seemed oblivious to everything, a contented smile playing on his lips. 

Thank God! thought Sandy. Thank God he has accepted this! 

And she was loathe to admit the flickering of perhaps the tiniest wave of 
jealousy in her heart. But she didn't have too much time to think of it, as 
she felt another mouth attach itself to her warmly sated pussy. She looked 
down to see the lips of Glenda Newton placing a kiss on the tiny bud of her 
clitoris. And then the redhead's tongue began to lick oh so deliciously at 
her seeping cunt. 


THE END
