A Wifely Prostitute
by Daniel Evans
(LLP-673)


Chapter One 

Scott Davis hummed a tune as he skillfully weaved the car in and out of the 
traffic on the freeway. As usual, traffic was heavy as commuters wended 
their way into San Jose but for once, Scott didn't mind the slow moving cars 
and the angry honking of the other drivers. 

He had recovered from Connie's early morning harangue and had once again 
picked up the tune he had heard on the radio in Rose's apartment last night. 
It was a catchy little song and for some reason it stuck in his mind and he 
couldn't help humming it at intervals. 

La-la-la-la-la-da-da-da he crooned cheerfully as he thought again about 
Rose. She was a real live one, all right. God, he'd love to get a shot at 
her again tonight, but he'd better go home early if he was to have any 
family peace at all. An image of Rose's porcelain-like body loomed in front 
of him and he could almost taste the warm sweetness Of her cherry-red 
nipples and feel the soft cool flesh of her snowy white breasts. He 
remembered caressing her smooth, silky hips and how the soft dark curls of 
her pubic triangle had contrasted with the mildy whiteness of her thighs. 
The thought of her grasping eager young pussy closing in around his hardened 
prick sent a delicious shiver through him and his cock gave a little jump as 
the sensual thoughts simmering in his brain sent desire coursing through 
him, awakening the core of his manhood. 

"Woweeee! I've got to keep my mind on my driving, Scott thought pulling his 
attention back to the road and his exit which was only a few minutes away. 
Moving smoothly now with the mainstream of traffic, Scott's thoughts 
wandered again - this time to his wife. An uneasiness rose in him as he 
thought of how he'd been neglecting her lately-staying out late, barely 
speaking to her, not making love to her.God knows, he didn't mean to ignore 
her, but somehow the excitement had gone out of their marriage. Of course, 
he still loved Connie, even desired her, still, but, something, something 
important was missing - he didn't know what. He just knew he was bored. In 
his mind's eye, he could picture, step by step, the sequence of their 
lovemaking - unvaried in their four years of marriage. He knew every action, 
every movement they would make; the initial arousal he would feel as he 
looked at her fine full form stretched out waiting. Her legs spread wide 
offering the softness of her warm clasping cunt to him; he knew he'd once 
again yearn to explore the secrets down between her legs with his tongue and 
coax her naked clitoris into life with his teeth, but he knew, as always, 
that she'd gently push his head away and pull his mouth upwards to hers. He 
knew every motion of their love-ritual, and perhaps, he thought as he swung 
up the exit ramp, that's what's wrong - she won't try anything new and I'm 
bored. However, as he parked the car, a little voice inside him told him 
again what he already knew - that he was not entirely blameless and that he 
should take a little more time and attention to see what his wife really 
needed. 

All remnants of guilt and thoughts of Connie vanished from his head as he 
kidded around with his employee's and drank coffee in his office later. 
Well, one consolation, he thought to himself, is that he really enjoyed his 
job as a owner and landlord of several buildings in the city. He could get 
out around the town and was not tied down to a desk, and besides, he liked 
meeting people, talking to them in their own familiar surroundings, and 
getting a glimpse into the way they really lived. As he scanned through the 
list of complaints from his building managers, one marked urgent caught his 
eye. Someone had telephoned in and said that a large townhouse on Payne 
Street was occupied by more than one family and there was no clause in the 
lease for a multi-family dwelling. Scott noticed that the address given was 
in the same area as Rose's apartment and decided that he'd check out that 
complaint first and then maybe stop by Rose's for "elevenses!" 

Lightly mounting the snowy-white marble steps and pressing the doorbell, 
Scott automatically checked the building for flaking paint and other 
possible exterior signs of wear. Actually, the two-story building was in 
excellent condition. The brick had been newly painted white, and the front 
door was painted to match the brick. There was even a lion head brass door 
knocker which gleamed against the white door. Scott rang the bell a second 
time and almost immediately, the door opened. 

"Come right in," a throaty feminine voice said. "I wasn't expecting anyone 
this morning!" Before Scott could introduce himself, the woman had pulled 
him gently inside and closed the door behind him. 

"Follow me," said the same husky voice. 

What the hell, Scott swore -under his breath, as he followed her, his eyes 
riveted on the smooth figure encased in an almost transparent golden kaftan 
in front of him. He hadn't time to see much of her face, but what he could 
see of her back was plenty! That jiggling ass was enough to arouse the blood 
of any man. Scott barely noticed the hallway or the stairs he climbed as he 
followed her to the second floor. 

She turned around at the top of the stairs and smiled warmly. "Here we are, 
honey." She purred. 

God! Is she ever beautiful! The thought sprang immediately to Scott's mind 
but even as he acknowledged it, he knew "beautiful" was not the right word. 
"Sexy" was more like it! This broad, he thought, exudes sheer sex! 

They were now in a large high-ceilinged room and Scott said abruptly, 
"Excuse me, ma'am...." 

"I'll be right back, honey," she interrupted. "Make yourself at home." This 
last was accompanied by an expansive arm gesture. Mesmerized, Scott stood 
watching the doorway from where the enigmatic figure had left. He sucked in 
his breath as he finally noticed the room. He had never seen such a 
sumptuous place. A glittering chandelier hung from the high embossed ceiling 
and Scott could tell it was real crystal. Rich white velvet drapes were 
drawn over the two windows and an off-white shaggy carpet cushioned his 
feet. A single huge mirror filled one entire wall and Scott gasped as he 
noticed that the many paintings on the velvet-covered walls were 
reproductions of the most detailed, erotic of art from India. As his gaze 
fell on the large comfortable looking bed on which the counterpane was 
pulled back to reveal cream-colored sheets, it dawned on Scott that this was 
no ordinary dwelling. 

Just then, his raven-haired hostess reappeared. She had two drinks in her 
hand and immediately offered one to Scott. 

"Cheers!" She said airily, "Here's to us!" 

They clinked glasses and both took a long drink of the cool liquid. Scott 
couldn't quite place the contents - it was a mixture of familiar things that 
somehow tasted unfamiliar, but good. 

As he drank, he got a better look at his unknown companion. 

Her raven-black hair framed a pert sensual face. Dark make-up circled her 
eyes and her lips were the color of cherry syrup. Scott's eyes fell to the 
voluptuous breasts, pushing up from the low scoop of her sheer golden 
kaftan, dropping to a trim waist and rounded hips. Although the deep etch of 
her natural neck lines betrayed a maturity in years not immediately 
discernible, that discovery only served to enhance her in Scott's eyes. 

"My name's Ramona," she said finally. "What's yours?" 

"Scott," he answered quickly, but you've...." 

"I'm looking forward to getting acquainted with you, Scott," she drawled 
seductively, letting her eyes rest directly on his loins. His penis gave an 
excited lurch, as if in answer to her gaze, and bulged against his pants. 

Scott saw the barest lift of her eyebrow as she noticed his growing 
tumescence and thought, "God, she exudes pure animal sex!" He could just see 
her, hungrily sucking his cock, her big breasts dangling on his chest, wild 
with desire for him.... He knew he had to have this woman, this Ramona, 
whoever or whatever she was, no matter what the circumstances. 

Even so, he heard himself saying, "I've been trying to tell you, uh... 
Ramona, I'm here on business. I own this building, and I've had a complaint 
that I came to check out. 

Ramona's eyes narrowed. 

"What does that mean?" 

"Well," Scott said nervously, there's the matter of just how many people 
live here!" 

"I see," Ramona said icily. 

They looked at each other silently. Scott noticed the protuberance of 
Ramona's nipples through the thin silk kaftan. Those boobs were all for 
real! Tiny beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lip and he clenched 
his fists to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing the tantalizing 
orbs of teasing white flesh. 

"However," he said slowly, "If I was sure there were no more people than was 
allowed - " 

"There'd be no recriminations?" Ramona finished, moving closer to him with 
renewed interest. 

"That's right," Scott said, almost in a whisper, staring straight into 
Ramona's eyes. "I think we understand each other." 

Ramona smiled, a deep earthy smile and reached out and boldly touched his 
throbbing cock. Scott jumped at the electrical shockwaves from her touch on 
his swollen penis. She began to stroke it lightly through the material of 
his pants, and she grazed her breasts gently against his beating chest. 

Laughing throatily, she said, "Now let's see what I can do to make you 
forget about those violations." 

She leaned even closer to him and he could feel her hot breath pulsing 
against his cheek. 

"Oh Christ, he thought, he had to have her. He'd overlook just about 
anything for the chance to fuck her! 

His hands went out to her, touching her shoulders - but then she moved away 
from him out of his grasp. She took his hand and lead him over to the bed. 

"Get naked, baby," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to see that big cock of 
yours. I know you have a big one! Show me! I want to see what I'm getting." 

Her eyes danced in her head and she ran her tongue over her lips in lewd 
anticipation of what she would see. 

Hypnotized by her droning cantation, Scott slipped off his shirt, undid his 
belt and stepped out of his pants. His lust-bloated cock sprang out, the 
head blood-red as if angered by its imprisonment. Ramona's hand reached out 
to the hardness of it and he gasped as her cool long fingers closed around 
its turgid circumference. A growl began deep in his throat as he felt her 
long nails rake lightly against his cock-skin, stopping to pressure the 
sensitive undervein unbearably. His cock was jerking now and he felt that 
the surging billows of heat building in his balls would rush to the head and 
explode at any second. Then - she stopped! A vicious snarl erupted from his 
throat, and he opened his eyes. She had moved to the far side of the room. 
Enraged, he was about to go after her, when she said, "Lie down on the bed, 
I'll be there right away." 

His eyes glued to her he lay back on the bed, feeling the sensuous coolness 
of the cream-colored satin sheets. 

Slowly, she began to unbutton the kaftan. Scott blinked his eyes as the 
voluptuous swell of her breasts was revealed to him. Almost artistically, 
Ramona folded back the fully open kaftan and exposed the perfect orbs to his 
lust-dimmed view. Craning his neck, he greedily enjoyed their natural 
upsweep, tapering to large firm nipples, rosily erect. She played her long 
index finger into the deep cleft, and Scott's own fingers itched for the 
feel of the soft doughy dounds. Slowly, she let the golden kaftan slide in a 
shimmering motion towards the floor. 

Scott's balls throbbed feverishly as he watched her let the kaftan fall to 
the floor in a sparkle of gold to reveal the soft black wisp of her curling 
pubic mound. 

"Christ, you're beautiful," he muttered, and Ramona delightedly walked 
nonchalantly around the room - a slow, sultry walk that smacked of a 
beckoning professional enticement. She stopped directly in front of Scott, 
and slowly lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down along 
her jutting breasts, down along her nipped-iri waist and over the satiny 
contours of her hips. Scott's eyes were transfixed, and he was unable to 
move, even though she was only a foot away. Then her hands dipped lower, 
slipping through the dark tangle of her pussy fur. Deftly, she pushed aside 
the soft fleshy cuntal lips and revealed the pink tip of her already erect 
clitoris to Scott's hungry view. He licked his dry lips and rasped hoarsely. 

"I want to fuck you." 

"How do you want to fuck me, baby?" Ramona asked tauntingly. 

"Like this - " he spat, a strangled cry escaping his throat. Reaching out, 
he grabbed her into his arms. He showered hot kisses over her face, her 
neck, her throat as his hands roamed feverishly over the smoothness of her 
body, warm and soft against him. The musky female odor of her mingling with 
the heaviness of her perfume permeated his nostrils maddening him with 
desire. He smashed his lips down on hers and their tongues danced and fenced 
with each other. Ramona's hands ran expertly up and down his muscular back, 
tickling and teasing his unexplored sensitive areas - under his shoulder 
blades, down his sides, his vertebrae. Scott pressed the full length of his 
body against hers, crushing her down into the smooth silkiness of the sheets 
and cupping his hands under her firm buttocks, he pulled her naked crotch up 
towards him as he ground his pelvis down. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhh, you feel good," she moaned as she snaked out her legs on 
either side of him and then together again, locking them together behind his 
back, pulled him down even harder between her widespread thighs. 

Reaching down, Ramona grasped Scott's engorged penis in her hands and began 
to move it up and down and around her wet throbbing vaginal slit, 
lubricating it in her own juices. He moaned as the combined pressure in his 
bloated balls and his palpitating cock became excruciatingly urgent and 
flexing his hips with an animalistic thrust,, Scott drove his pulsating 
prick into the warm wet cavern of her ready cuntal orifice. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh" she cried as her cavernous pussy consumed the 
hardened charging flesh until its full length was buried deep in her already 
hungrily sucking vagina. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh," she sighed, "That's the way I like it.. ." 

Scott ground his pelvis into the responsive flesh beneath him and began to 
fuck into her with long savage strokes. Ramona returned thrust for thrust, 
driving her crotch up to meet his in an instinctive rhythm. 

"Shove your finger in my ass." she hissed through clenched teeth. Scott, 
consumed by the uncontrollable flames of passion engulfing him was oblivious 
to all verbiosities. 

"Shove your finger in my ass!" she screamed again, suddenly longing for the 
masochistic pain. 

Dazedly, Scott reached down and searched with his index finger between the 
desperately working moons of her buttocks for her rectum. Finding the tiny 
puckered ring, he jabbed at it for a moment, and meeting with resistance, 
thrust his finger forward, hard, until the tight rubbery ring gave way and 
he slid his digit into the first knuckle. A shudder gripped Ramona from the 
initial pain of the digital invasion, but she pushed her buttocks back on 
his finger, screwing her anus down on it until it was completely sunk into 
the tight opening. 

"Aarrggghhhh" she cried ... "I love it, that's it, baby!" She groaned wildly 
under him, twisting and gyrating from the intense pain-pleasure of the 
double impalement. 

The pleasure building up in his balls was reaching boiling point and Scott 
knew he would cum soon. Her head flailing from side to side and her crotch 
grasping spasmodically, Ramona sought to achieve her orgasmic release. 

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm cumming!" she cried hoarsely as she fucked back violently, 
battering her widespread loins desperately up against the pounding fury of 
Scott's pelvis. Passion and lust finally converged in Scott's tortured 
testicles and the hot milky seed rushed from his scrotum to spew frenziedly 
into Ramona's milking, sucking pussy, until there was nothing left. 
Exhausted, he lay on top of her, their quivering bodies still united. 

"Ah Scott," Ramona said softly, "What a lay! You're some man!" 

"And you're some woman," Scott answered. 

Unwanted, unbidden thoughts of his wife crept into Scott's head. He wondered 
why he never felt like this after making love to her; instead of this 
feeling of power, of masculinity which he was experiencing, with Connie he 
always had a vague sense of frustration, of inadequacy. Why wasltiat? Whose 
fault was it? His flow of thought- was interrupted by Ramona wriggling out 
from under him and suddenly, she was on all fours, looking down at him with 
a salacious grin on her face. Her head dropped down toward his deflated cock 
and her tongue flicked out, darting and licking, teasing the limp expanse of 
his prick, flicking at the soft wrinkled skin of his relaxed scrotum. Chills 
rushed up and down his back and he noticed with disbelief that his flaccid 
cock was once more coming to life under Ramona's expert ministrations. 

"Oooooohhhhh" he sighed, burying his hands in the bobbing black tangle of 
her hair. A smile flitted across Ramona's mouth as she saw his contorted 
face, twisted with passion, and she brought her ovaled lips down over the 
still moist head, enclosing its entirety in her soft buttery mouth. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhh," he moaned, dabbing snake-like at the tiny slit at the top, 
at the same time sucking to draw any last remaining drops of cum from his 
cock. Ramona inhaled his pungent male odor and her tongue lapped the last 
vestiges of her own bittersweet juices from his genitals. With one hand, she 
massaged the soft crinkly skin of his balls and with the other, she stroked 
the base of his cock, rooting deep among the wiry pubic hairs as if she were 
trying to reach the very foundation of his rod. She then released the 
burgeoning head and lowered her diligent tongue to the softness of his 
testicles, by now writhing under her manipulation. Hungrily, she painted his 
balls with her salival juices, adding to the already tumultuous sensation in 
his testicles. She continued to lick at his bloated balls, her hand pumping 
furiously on his rigid shaft, making Scott squirm and twitch under the 
fire-like lashes of her tongue. Once again, her tongue swiped around the 
upright cock, and she enclosed the gigantic head in her skillfully 
contracting mouth. Reaching under his pelvis up towards her face until she 
took almost the entire length of his cock in her throat. Scott revelled in 
the sensation of his cock imbedded in the strange mouth and he was certain 
she would choke from the engorged mass. But she continued to suck him 
furiously, her body flailing from the force of her exertion. 

Deep inside him, he could feel great flurries of heat rising in him and his 
breath exploded into tiny mewling grunts. The grunts turned into a low 
gutteral moan which erupted from his parched throat as again his hot sticky 
sperm began its headlong dash from his tortured balls to the willing 
receptacle of her churning mouth. Ramona sucked at the welcome, semen-shower 
and swallowed as though she was dying of thirst. She clasped her lips tight 
around the pulsating head and continued her frantic oral milking until she 
had sucked him completely dry. Finally, Scott lay back across the bed, 
spread-eagled, as Ramona nipped playfully at his ear. 

"Now what was that about the number of people who live here, Landlord," she 
purred. 

"Well..." 

"Then, let me see what I can do to let that horrible memory fade forever. 
..." 

 Chapter Two 

Connie hadn't meant to lose her temper again this morning with Scott, but 
somehow, his utter complacency, his indifference to her feelings completely 
blotted out rational feeling and turned her into a whiny, ill-tempered wife. 
And what was worse, Scott wouldn't even talk about their problems. He 
maintained that impenetrable non-committal facade which irked her so much 
and added to her increasing resentment. 

But, she thought determinedly, I'm not going to think about that now: Her 
friend Betty had invited her over to see some new clothes she had bought and 
Connie wanted to be there early so that they could have a long talk. She 
liked talking to Betty; Betty seemed to understand so much about a woman's 
innermost thoughts and feelings, especially with regard to men. Connie 
reflected that this was probably because Betty had been divorced and so knew 
a lot more about the world than she did. For, even at twenty-three, Connie 
knew she had a lot to learn. Connie decided to walk the ten blocks to 
Betty's apartment, since it was such a lovely day. 

Thank God for Betty! Connie thought - I'd be half-crazy by now if it weren't 
for her friendship! Betty was waiting at the door for Connie as she climbed 
the stairs to the second floor. They greeted each other with an affectionate 
hug and went into the comfortable sitting room. 

Betty was her usual talkative self, and looked stunning in a black pantsuit. 
Connie settled into the down-filled crushed velvet sofa as Betty brought in 
two Vodka and Tonics. 

She felt relaxed, after sipping the potent drink, and told Betty about her 
quarrel with Scott, and how he had come home late again last night. 

"But why, honey, why does he do this to you?" Betty asked sympathetically, 
rounding her bright blue eyes like saucers. She had, of course, heard a 
detailed account of all Connie's problems, told installment by installment 
by Connie herself. "I don't know, Betty, I wish I knew." "You deserve a lot 
better than that. Why, with your face and figure, you could have any man you 
want!" 

"No need to go overboard," Connie laughed, "but, seriously, I wish things 
were better for us." 

They sat sipping the refreshing drinks, discussing the frailties of men and 
the many problems of living with and without them. 

"Hey, let's cheer up! Let me show you one of my new outfits!" Betty said as 
she got up from her chair and disappeared into the bedroom. 

A few minutes later Betty then came into the sitting room wearing sheer, 
emerald green lounging pajamas - absolutely see-through. The vivid green was 
a perfect complement to her blonde good looks, and she wore a matching green 
lace bra and panties. Connie had never seen anything like it. Emerald was 
certainly Betty's color, and she knew it. Betty's breasts were bursting up 
out of the thin strip of the push-up bra and the tiny panties barely 
concealed her pubic mound. But Connie admired the ensemble profusely. She 
would never wear anything so daring herself, but she derived a sort of 
vicarious thrill out of seeing the provocative outfit on her friend. 

Betty then brought another drink for them both, and showed Connie an 
assortment of accessories and lingerie which she had also recently 
purchased. 

The copious amounts of vodka began to have an effect on Connie. She felt 
sleepy and she had difficulty concentrating on the tid-bits of information 
Betty was handing out. 

"Betty, I think I'd better lie down for a moment, I feel dizzy," she said. 

"Okay, Connie, why don't you stretch out on the bed?" 

Connie stepped gingerly into the bizarre bedroom, marvelling again in her 
dazed brain at the pale pink-and-orange fantasy where Betty slept. 
Gratefully, she stretched out on the soft white rabbit-fur coverlet. The 
pale pink-candy-stripe walls reminded her of when she was a little girl and 
had had a dress of the same stripe, and felt secure and happy as sleep crept 
over her. 

About an hour later, Connie's eyes flew open. She had been awakened by a 
noise in the livingroom. It sounded like a laugh and a cry at the same time. 
She had been sleeping soundly and at first, confused for a moment by the 
strange room, she had thought she might be dreaming. But there it was again! 
Something was going on out there, she thought as other muffled sounds 
reached her ears. She sat still on the bed, listening, not knowing what to 
do. Perhaps it was a burglar, prowling around. But where was Betty? Stop 
dramatizing, she told herself. It's the middle of the afternoon, what could 
happen? There was silence for a long moment and then what sounded like light 
whimpering. Again, she hesitated. She got up and crept over to the door, 
straining her ear against the wood. A long low moan came from the other 
room. It sounded like Betty; perhaps she was ill. She'd just take a quick 
look to see if everything was all right. She silently opened the door just a 
crack and looked. Her stomach lurched. There was 

Betty - with a man on top of her, trying to rape her! He had her pinned on 
the brown deerskin rug on the floor. Connie almost let out a scream but 
stopped herself in time. She had to get out - to telephone for help. Her 
sleep dazed brain refused to work, and she stood there petrified for what 
seemed an eternity. She was shaking now but she knew it would do no good for 
her to try and help physically - that brute could easily kill them both. She 
stole another look at the incredible sight and again held her breath - but 
this time for a different reason. Betty actually had her arms around his 
neck! Connie watched, aghast. She had a good view of them - their feet were 
pointing in her direction, only about twelve feet away. All she could see of 
the man was his expansively flabby buttocks and broad back. Connie stood 
transfixed, unable to draw herself away from the lascivious sight in front 
of her. 

Suddenly, Betty's legs splayed out wide on either side of the hulking body 
on top of her and then curled up and locked tightly around the broad back. 
Realization was beginning to dawn on Connie; the rape was only in her 
imagination; Betty was fully a partner in this lewd act. Connie blushed at 
her own naivete; anyone else would immediately have realized what was 
happening. But not her; somehow she felt betrayed by Betty's sinful action. 
She caught sight of Betty's new lounging pajamas, lying in a heap like a 
crushed leaf. She knew she shouldn't be watching this private scene but just 
then she saw clearly the exposed hair-covered furrow between Betty's 
widespread thighs. She could just make out the ragged glistening lips of her 
vagina. The man made an upward motion and Connie nearly gasped aloud when 
she caught a glimpse of the huge hairy balls nestling under the crevice of 
his ass. She couldn't leave now; the lewd sight held her in its prurient 
spell. A pair of hands - Betty's - dropped down and with a thumb and finger, 
deftly spread the hair-lined nether lips, expanding slightly the moist 
petal-like cuntal opening. Connie's heart pounded painfully as the man's 
hand reached down and grasped his long rigid pole. Raising his buttocks in 
the air, he poised the grotesquely-enlarged head at the wide-spread vaginal 
opening. With one bestial lunge, he sunk the huge rod all the way into the 
proffered cunt, until his pendulous balls were grinding snuggly against the 
open crevice of Betty's upraised buttocks. 

A low banshee-like wail escaped Betty's lips and Connie bit her knuckles, 
wincing from the unearthly sound. The figures were still for a moment, and 
then the man began a slow sawing into the completely impaled woman beneath 
him. He withdrew slightly, sliding his glistening instrument out, the 
petal-pink flesh of her cunt dinging tenaciously to the withdrawing cock and 
then plunged it in all the way once more. 

Connie's jaw dropped in disbelief as she saw Betty arch her back up off the 
rug and thrust her hips up to meet his down thrust. She seemed to be 
desperately trying to encase every last centimeter of his cock in her 
vaginal sheath. 

"Fuck me - fuck - me - fuck me - " drifted across to Connie's horrified 
ears. In a monotonic trance, Betty's voice droned the horrid obscenities at 
her partner, spewing words which Connie had heard only spoken in whispers, 
and certainly not by a woman! The lewd forbidden words sent electric tingles 
darting through her. She watched disbelievingly as the man's hand once again 
dropped and the tip of his finger played in the widespread crevice of 
Betty's ass. It teased tantalizingly at the tight rubbery opening of her 
anus and suddenly disappeared through the fleshy protective ring and slipped 
inside. Another tortured cry erupted from Betty and tears came to Connie's 
eyes. She instinctively clenched the cheeks of her own buttocks, staving off 
an imaginary anal intruder. To her amazement, she saw Betty bear down on the 
digital skewer, impaling herself even more on the man's finger. Then she 
began a furious pumping against the dual instruments. 

"Oh split me .. . hurt me ... split me ..." Betty whined. 

A smouldering spark ignited between Connie's legs and she pressed her thighs 
together attempting to quench the raging fire. She was mesmerized by the 
sight of the couple fucking on the rug and her own body began an 
unconscious, almost-motionless churning of its own. She wanted to tear 
herself from the lewd sight - the depraved wanton coupling in front of her, 
but she was powerless - she couldn't move. The man was fucking her 
girlfriend wildly now, shaking the room with his furious pounding and then a 
piercing scream, followed by a low male groan, sounded, in the room, 
signalling primitive savage simultaneous orgasm. Even then, as the pair 
squirmed and twitched, the man pumping his sperm into Betty's widespread 
crotch, Connie couldn't move. She had to wait - she had to see everything - 
and only when the panting bodies lay still on the floor and she saw a thin 
rivulet of cum trickling from Betty's vaginal lips, did she silently close 
the door and tip-toe back to the bed. 

Conflicting thoughts danced in her head as she sat down, trying to still the 
quivering between her legs. She had never seen anything like it - she had 
known no other man but Scott and her normal conventional upbringing had 
shielded her from the knowledge of primitive passionate emotions. Now she 
felt sick and disgusted. How could Betty abandon herself like that like a 
sex-crazed maniac? Had she no sense of decency, of self-respect? But the 
remembrance of Betty's ecstatic orgasm pushed into her brain. Was that 
normal? That wild abandoned release? Could every woman have an orgasm like 
that? Memories of her own orgasms mild indeed compared to the tempestuous 
display she had witnessed, flicked through her mind. But, of course, she 
assured herself, Scott and I make love; this was just pure out-and-out sex; 
why, they were like animals! No respectable married couple would behave like 
Betty and that man did. They were indecent! 

The sound of a male and female voice, laughing and talking wafted over to 
Connie's ears and she decided to make her entrance - and exit. 

Smoothing her dress over her hips, and trying to compose herself, she walked 
as nonchalantly as possible into the sitting room. 

"Hi, Connie," Betty said warmly. "Have a good nap?" 

They were both dressed now, Betty in her lounging pajamas, and the man in a 
rumpled suit. 

"Oh yes," Connie smiled nervously. 

"This is Victor McLester, an old friend," Betty said. "Victor, I want you to 
meet another old friend of mine, Connie Davis." 

Victor extended a rough hand, and Connie shook it weakly. He was tall, 
hulking man, of enormous build, and his craggy face was disturbingly 
attractive. His steel-gray eyes held hers for a long moment before she 
managed to look away. 

"I have to go now, Betty." Connie said flatly. "Oh do stay and have another 
drink," Betty pressed. 

"No, I can't... Thanks anyway." 

Gathering up her things, she briskly said goodbye and exchanged promises to 
call with Betty. 

She sighed with relief as she stepped out of the apartment building. I'm 
never going to see her again, she thought. She's almost a tramp! And that 
horrible man... 

But the memory of Victor's magnetic eyes and the weirdly exciting image of 
the two lustful writhing figures jerking their way to ecstasy were etched on 
her brain and remained there, as she walked slowly home. 

Scott finished his fourth Scotch and wondered whether he should have 
another. He was at the Sextant, a favorite bar fairly near his neighborhood 
and he had stopped there after work. As he sat there alone drinking, he 
amused himself thinking about the morning he had spent with Ramona. He had 
never met anyone like her. His body tingled at the thought of her warm full 
breasts crushing into his chest and the expert tightness of her willing cunt 
around his cock. Christ, he said to himself, she sure is all woman. 

A glance at the clock behind the bar told him it was almost 8 o'clock. He 
reluctantly decided to forego a fifth Scotch, and go home. What I don't need 
are more histrionics from Connie, he thought bitterly. God! Was it this 
morning when they had had that fight? It seemed like weeks ago, and being 
with Ramona - that seemed like years ago, even though it was just this 
morning. 

He drove slowly home, concentrating on the expressway. He was not looking 
forward to his reception there, late as he was. I suppose she'll start in on 
me again as soon as I get inside the door. That bitch! Who the hell does she 
think she is? With her prudish little pussy and mustn't touch crap! I need a 
full-bodied woman, for chrissakes, not a child. "Oh don't do that!" he 
mimicked aloud, thinking of her constant refusal to experiment with him, to 
try anything new. And her orgasms, if you could call them that, he thought 
venomously. Like a goddamn nun! She sure as hell could take a few lessons 
from Ramona. The thought of Ramona sent a shiver of life stirring in his 
cock. God, what's the use, he thought. That little bitch at home turns me 
off! There's no use getting all worked up, old buddy, he slurred, talking to 
his growing member, there'll be otio welcome for you either there. He 
visualized Ramon a bending low over him, taking his prick in her honey-sweet 
mouth, caressing it into erection, sucking, sucking.... 

He stepped on the gas. His cock was crying out for release from its prison 
of fabric, pressing painfully against the cotton of his shorts. Looking 
down, he chortled with evil glee at the size of the bulge, and at the same 
time swore at the urgency of his need. Driving like a madman, he zoomed up 
the exit ramp and sped down the street towards his home. With a sigh of 
relief, he pulled into the driveway thankful at least for getting away with 
speeding. 

Connie sat, waiting. Try as she might, she could not quell the rising tide 
of resentment. How could he stay out late again? She had gone to the trouble 
of cooking his very favorite meal, escallope de veau a' la creme and he 
didn't even condescend to come home on time. Well, in the mood she was in 
now, he'd get his favorite French fish, allright, right in the face! She 
jumped up as she heard him drive into the driveway and stood waiting at the 
window, arms folded, as he walked in the front door. 

"Where have you been till now?" Was that shrewish, bitchy voice really hers? 
But she couldn't help it. He had to understand how she felt.... Connie 
gasped. Her eyes alighted on the huge bulge between his legs. What had he 
been doing? A harsh snarl escaped Scott's lips. Her remark had triggered a 
flood of sadistic anger - she had gone too far this time. The blood rushed 
from his face and he threw his briefcase on the floor. 

"Where have you been til now? Where have you been till now?" He sing-songed, 
mimicking her demand, and dancing simian-like around her. 

"You goddamn bitch!" he snarled. Connie atuomatically jumped back as his 
hand reached out to grab her. 

"Come here!" he commanded coldly. The cruel unyielding tone of his voice 
immobilized her and she stood there cringing, her arms cupped protectively 
around her breasts. 

"I've got something for you, prissy missy," he leered, lewdly fondling his 
bulging genitals. Connie shrank back, against the frameway. God, what was 
fiappening? She could smell the liquor on his breath and she was afraid. She 
knew what he was like when he was drunk and she didn't like it. What can I 
do? She thought desperately. 

"Scott," she said softly, her heart thumping furiously. "Why don't you sit 
down and we can have dinner? It's your favorite...." 

"Shut up, shut up!" he shouted, grabbing her roughly by the arm. He poked 
his face close to hers and a waft of whiskey-breath blew in her face. Still 
holding her tightly, he half lead, half pulled her into the bedroom. Connie 
felt the blood rising in her head until she thought it would burst from the 
pressure. With a sudden move, he twisted her arm painfully behind her back 
so that she was forced to turn and fall back on the bed. She cowered down on 
it as if she hoped it would swallow her up. 

Scott tore off his clothes and then strode up to the bed, facing her. Try as 
she might, Connie couldn't tear her eyes away from the monstrous thick pole 
hovering in front of her. It was almost as huge and grotesque as Victor's 
had been. Was this her husband? Was this ugly thing the same instrument that 
penetrated her, professing love and tenderness? The slit at the top of the 
purplish bulging head ghstened obscenely, and seemed to stare lewdly at her. 
A shudder convulsed her. 

"Big, isn't it, baby?" He jeered, waving it in front of her gaping eyes, his 
two hands clasped around its tree-trunk width. 

"Take off your clothes!" he growled. "No," she answered defiantly, holding 
his eyes with hers. She was trembling but she had to resist. There was no 
telling how he'd react to naked body. Her sense of decency and repulsion to 
his disgusting manners and filthy words propelled her into defiance. 
Suddenly, his hands tangled in her hair and he jerked her face until it was 
an inch away from his throbbing instrument. She could smell the faint sweaty 
smell of male genitals and she gagged. 

"You'd love to suck this, wouldn't ya, baby?" he sneered. 

"No, no, no," she cried. 

"Then get those clothes off, or by God, you will," he snapped, "and," he 
added lewdly, "Make it a good performance." 

What could he mean, "good performance." Connie thought wildly. But a look at 
Scott's stormy, lust-filled face told her that the time for hesitating, for 
opposition to him was over. He was in deadly earnest, and when Scott was, 
she knew he meant business! 

Quivering, she rose up off the bed. Scott sat in the bedroom chair, still 
lovingly cupping his swollen genitals. With downcast eyes, Connie began to 
unzip her green sundress. She had left it on after her visit to Betty that 
morning because it was so comfortable, one of those with a built-in bra, but 
now she thought she'd never wear it again! Spiritlessly, she drew the dress 
down over her shoulders, and felt her breasts stiffen as they were released 
from the tight confining cloth. 

"Put some life in it!" Scott snarled. 

She slipped the dress down over her hips, mustering a little wriggle as she 
did so. It fell on the floor and she stepped out of it. She was wearing 
sandals and now, naked except for her pink nylon panties, she stood looking 
ashamedly at the alien face of her husband. Her face was beet-red from the 
indignity of his commands and she didn't know what else to do. She didn't 
even care. 

"Walk around!" he ordered. Slowly, Connie began to walk around the room. She 
was humiliated beyond endurance and now she just wanted to get it over with 
- the "it" being whatever her drunken husband had in mind. She even swayed 
her hips a little, hoping, that by doing a good job, she might satiate his 
sickening desires. After she had completed the degrading circle of the room, 
she stood facing her husband once more. He was staring at her through 
half-closed eyes, his mouth slightly open, his prick still jutting lewdly up 
at her. She began to strip off the flimsy panties, slowly rolling them down 
over her thighs and past her knees to her ankles where she reluctantly 
stepped out of them. 

Scott's eyes fed greedily on the sight of his wife's naked body. Her breasts 
were full and ripe, the roseate nipples erect. Her slender waist flared to 
fine ivory-smooth hips and her thighs looked soft and yielding contrasting 
perfectly with the dark pubic triangle. Not bad, he thought savagely, not 
too bad. Watching her undress had excited him even more, and just as he had 
felt this morning at Ramona's, he wanted to reach out and grab her luscious 
whiteness. 

Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust, Scott rose from his chair and pushed 
Connie toward the bed. He shoved her onto it, and she sprawled out face 
down. He grabbed her by the waist and forced her up on all fours, and then 
with one hand, he brutally pushed her head back down on the bed, so that her 
buttocks were raised lewdly up in the air. 

Scott knelt behind her and with his hands, spread the soft, resilient cheeks 
of her ass. Connie made a momentary and useless lurch forward to try and 
escape his grasp, but Scott's hands dug into her ass-cheeks, holding her 
painfully in place. She ceased her struggles. She knew she would have to 
submit to his wanton desires. Her body was helpless, to be used as he 
wished.... 

Scott's" hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to her cunt. His 
eyes bulged as he gazed at the tight little asshole nestled in the crevice. 
His -balls tingled and ached and he longed to jam his cock deep into her 
soft brown depths. But he held back, wanting to savor every moment of the 
cruel subjugation he had in mind. The skin around her anus strained as he 
pulled at the flesh and his fingers probed at the puckered little ring like 
electric needles. 

"Spread them wider!" he rasped. 

Connie gasped. She tried to flare her buttocks but didn't succeed, so she 
spread her knees as far as she could without collapsing. He jabbed at the 
tight little hole with his forefinger, delighting in her wincing from the 
chilling contact. His other hand kneaded the soft loaves of her buttocks, 
leaving red imprints on the white snowy mounds. Bending down, he traced his 
tongue along the quivering split, leaving a thin shimmering trail like a 
snail's. Connie jerked uncontrollably as she felt his sharp teeth nip into 
her pliant buttocks but he held her fast and she could only grit her teeth 
as he bit into her mercilessly. Then his darting tongue was probing at the 
exposed nether ring, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the strong 
opening. 

Oh God, Connie moaned. Why is he doing that? Can't he at least get on with 
it, instead of torturing me like this? 

"Aaaagggggghhhhhh...." she sobbed as she felt the already taut crevice being 
stretched even more and then his long swollen cock lay its full length 
between her asscheeks, the bulbous head resting at the rubbery opening. 
Scott ran his prick lightly up and down the widely-stretched crack, a drop 
of cum already sparkling obscenely at the tip. "Tickle my balls, bitch," he 
spat. Dazedly and afraid, Connie reached back gently grasped the hairy 
pendulous balls in her hand. She had a sudden wild impulse to yank them, 
pull them right off, until Scott screamed for mercy, but she dare not. 
Gently, she stroked them, caressing them as tenderly as if they were rare 
and valuable jewels. Scott grunted, his eyes closed with pleasure, and then 
placed the huge swollen head against the tight hairless opening. The giant 
rod began to probe and work against her anus, seeking entry to the tiny 
virginal canal. 

Although she tried to suppress the desperate thoughts, a flash of 
realization struck Connie and she had no doubt now as to her husband's 
depraved designs. He was going to put his huge bloated penis into her rectal 
passage! How could she take it? It would split her; she couldn't stand the 
pain. Ironically, she thought of how she had mentally castigated Betty and 
Victor for their wanton lust, but here her own husband was no better! 

Tears came to her eyes and she began to whine quietly, desperately trying to 
free her buttocks from her husband's impassioned clasp. 

"Shut up and be still!" he snarled. Trembling with fear, Connie tried to 
quiet the quivering in her upraised behind. With a sudden lunge, Scott tried 
to force his throbbing prick through the rubbery opening. But it wouldn't 
penetrate! It pushed painfully against the unyielding rectal entrance, and 
Scott swore softly at his defeat. Connie was shaking; she knew now that 
there would be no reprieve from the terrible profanity that was to be 
perpetrated on her. She would just have to endure it as best as she could, 
although how she couldi stand it, she didn't know. Why, oh why, was this 
nightmare happening to her? Her own husband was no better than the stray 
dogs on the street, forever mounting each other! Her backside was so sore, 
she could swear that it was raw and bloody; Scott's nails dug like'talons 
into the sensitive flesh. Her face felt squashed from being pressed into the 
pillow and her whole body was wracked with a severe cramp from the 
unnaturalness of her position. She had felt relieved for a moment when his 
gargantuan cock had failed to penetrate, the tiny hole, thinking that he 
might abandon the lewd idea, but - he was trying again!! 

"Aaarrgghh!" A searing pain tore through her back passage, sending shooting 
pains all the way up her back. He was in! He was cruelly raping her anus! 
The pain blinded her. She felt a groping in her rectum, a stretching, 
twisting movement as if something was trying to widen the tight canal. 

Through her tear-dimmed eyes, she stole a look down under between her legs. 
WHAT WAS THAT? It, was Scott's huge penis. .. but it wasn't inside her!! 
Then what was that dreadful pain? She remembered Victor and Betty .. . and 
then with a groan, she knew that it was only his finger inside her, widening 
her, stretching her, for the greater, crueller entry to come. OH NO, she 
sobbed, shaking her head into the sheet. If she hurt that much from his 
finger... his rock-hard prick would tear her apart, split her in two!! Fresh 
sobs convulsed her as she trembled with fear. 

Scott had been surprised himself at the tightness of his wife's virginal 
asshole. Even his finger scouting in advance didn't seem to stretch it much, 
and he was getting angrier. Withdrawing his finger with a slight plop, he 
marshalled his strength, and he charged forward, his giant battering ram 
held poised for battle. With a mighty surge, he pressed on and the straining 
nether ring suddenly gave way before the tremendous pressure. The huge head 
popped inside with a sudden rush. 

"AAARRGGHH!" Connie screamed, her pelvis bucking and tossing against her 
husband's tightly grasping fingers, the barbaric pain giving her new 
strength. Vainly, she twisted and cavorted, trying to escape the brutal 
invader, but Scott grinned lasciviously and drilled his mighty cock up her 
rectum, tearing harshly through the virginal membrane. 

Violent pain racked her body and convulsive sobs wrung piteously from her 
throat. She was hopelessly impaled. She bit into the bedspread, tears 
streaming down her face, maddened with pain. Scott clutched her hips in a 
bone-crushing grip, flexing his loins as he bored even deeper into her tight 
rectum. Inch by torturous inch, he heaved forward, raking the inner skin of 
her vainly resisting rectum with his granite-like prick, sending fresh 
searing agony through her tormented body. 

"Oh Scott, please stop, please stop, I can't stand it! she sobbed. 

His only answer was a savage lunge, which buried every single inch of his 
monstrous cock into her soft, innocent flesh. 

"Nnnoooooo , .. !" she screamed, tortured beyond belief. 

Hesitating just a moment, Scott's cock began its long journey out. Slowly, 
he pulled back the expanded rod, bringing further sobs of agony from his 
suffering wife. He withdrew his long pole until just the head was still 
imbedded in the tight passage. Then, once more, he rammed his lust-hardened 
rod into the abused passage, until its entire length was submerged. He began 
a slow sawing movement now as the distended passage eased a little and his 
sodomizing cock was the more easily able to continue its bestial rape. Scott 
looked down in satisfaction as his balls dangled below and his taut belly 
smacked hard against Connie's throbbing ass. 

She kept up a steady moaning whine, her body a writhing mass of pain, and 
somehow in his drunken sadistic rage, her moaning added to his pleasure. His 
hands crawled over her back and buttocks, kneading and pinching her roughly 
and he began to drive his pelvis still deeper into her soft buttocks. He was 
sweating now and droplets of perspiration fell onto his wife's slim back. He 
began to pant and his breath came in short puffy gasps. His cock seemed to 
be inflating like a rubber tire and the sperm was building up in his 
dangling balls and would have to be emptied soon. 

The pain had eased now and Connie tried to relax her torn rectum. The 
massive rod moved faster and faster and she felt his hands digging even more 
convulsively into her flesh, his loins pounding brutally against her numb 
buttocks and he began to utter strange crazy sounds, mingled with obscene 
insults. 

"I'm cumming now! Fucking bitch, move your ass! I'm cuummingg. Aaaaaahhh 
..." She felt the first waves of the white-hot liquid gushing into her 
tortured rectum adding new agony, as it burned the rubbed raw rectal 
membrane. Her thighs and buttocks were swept aside in one last ass-crushing 
rush as Scott emptied the last of his thick burning semen into her wide 
stretched anal hole, and then fell forward over her back, pushing her face 
down on the bed. She lay there, sobbing, as his flaccid cock slipped out of 
the forever expanded back passage, wet with slippery trails of male sperm. 

 Chapter Three 

Hours later, Connie sat alone in the darkened kitchen. Her still-shaking 
hand held a cigarette and she greedily gulped a scotch and soda. Her body 
ached from the cruel anal rape which had taken place a few hours before, but 
all her tears were dried up now. No, she thought bitterly, I'm beyond tears 
now, beyond feeling at all. 

Scott lay in a drunken satiated sleep, in the bedroom, and Connie vowed she 
wasn't going to sleep with him. In fact; she didn't even think she could 
face him again after what had happened and thoughts of packing and leaving 
him that night flickered quickly through her mind. But she was too exhausted 
and too weak to care; she'd sleep in the living room for tonight. The shame 
and degradation of her brutal rape made her face crimson as she sat there. 
What kind of a twisted monster had she married? What had happened to him to 
make him act like some prehistoric animal? Was it her fault? Mentally, she 
ran down the last few weeks in her mind. Certainly, she hadn't been a model 
wife, but then, she hadn't married the ideal husband either. And if a few 
petty quarrels, such as every married couple has, had this effect on him, he 
must be the victim of some dreadful debility. Where had they gone wrong? God 
knows, she thought resentfully, she'd tried her very best, preparing nice 
meals, keeping herself attractive. Why, she had even improved her techniques 
in bed. She knew she was responsive to him, even though her orgasm, thank 
God, wasn't a coarse animal exhibition like Betty's. She knew that some men 
felt inadequate if their wives didn't have an orgasm - she'd read that in a 
sexual guidance book - but she was thankful that wasn't their problem. 

As the physical pain in her body faded, Connie's mortification gave rise to 
a slow burning anger. An instinctive desire for revenge asserted itself and 
her mouth twisted in an ugly grin as she finished her drink. She wouldn't 
ever forget this night, and she would do her damnedest to make sure he 
didn't, either. In fact, he was going to pay dearly. Very dearfy, for what 
he'd put her through! 

Connie was still asleep the next morning when the phone rang. For a moment 
she looked around dazedly not sure where she was, but gradually the living 
room furniture came into focus and she groggily reached for the telephone. 

"Hello," she said sleepily. 

"Oh hello, Connie, did I wake you up?" 

It was Betty. 

"Yes, what time is it?" 

"It's 11 o'clock sleepyhead," Betty replied cheerfully. "Listen," she added, 
"why don't you come over for lunch? Victor will be here and you can get to 
know him better. He's a swell guy!" 

Connie hesitated a moment. A vision of Victor's flabby buttocks with his 
loose hairy balls hanging obscenely rose up before her foggy brain. 

"I'm sorry, Betty .. ." she began. 

"Oh, please do, Connie," Betty begged winningly, "It'll be so much fun!" 

A slight twinge deep inside her reminded Connie of the horrible forced 
submission to her husband and she found herself accepting Betty's eager 
invitation. She had to do something to take her mind off what had happened 
and who was she to throw stones at others now, with the maniacal husband she 
had? 

After solitarily drinking several cups of coffee, she applied her make-up 
carefully, as her eyes were still puffy from her crying jag. She was glad 
she hadn't seen Scott this morning - she still felt weak and defenseless and 
she wanted to be ready for him when she confronted him. It was another sunny 
day, and Connie defiantly decided to wear her turquoise shorts outfit - 
short shorts and a matching halter top. She knew that the shorts were a very 
snug fit, but she didn't care. Let Victor look! It would be a change for her 
to get all the attention instead of Betty! She wore large round sunglasses 
and she felt very glamorous, as she walked over to Betty's apartment. 
Judging from the wolf whistles, she thought wryly, I look glamorous too. 

Victor let her into the apartment. He had on a light polo shirt and summer 
slacks. His salt and pepper hair was neatly combed and he held a manhattan 
glass in his hand. His eyes wandered freely over Connie's curvaceous outfit, 
coming to rest on the tempting area between her legs. Connie started under 
his frank gaze, her courage rapidly leaving her, but he only said smoothly, 
"Hello Connie. I'm glad you decided to come." 

Betty poked her head around the kitchen door as Connie walked into the 
apartment. "We're having Manhattan's," she called gaily, "Want one?" 

"Yes, please," Connie answered - a drink would help calm her nerves. 

Betty came in with a large pitcher and a glass and soon all three were 
sitting down comfortably sipping their drinks. 

After they had finished their drinks they all sal down to lunch. Betty 
served Gazpacho Soup and a delicious Greek salad. 

"This salad is absolutely wonderful, Betty," Connie said. "Whatever is in 
it?" 

"Oh various things, artichoke hearts, olives, hearts-of-palm, and lots of 
herbs." 

"What is that pale powdery stuff on the lettuce - it doesn't seem to have a 
taste!" Connie puzzled. 

"Oh that!" Betty laughed, that's tien-sai." 

"Tien-sai?" 

"Yes, it's an Oriental root, used there for thousands of years. It's 
supposed to have many special powers." Both Betty and Victor laughed as if 
at a secret joke, and Connie was even more puzzled, but she refrained from 
further questions. 

Afterwards, they had ice cream liberally covered with cherry hquer, and then 
Betty poured another round of Manhattans. 

Connie felt light-headed as she giggled and flirted with Victor who seemed 
to be paying her a lot of attention. 

"I have to go to the store and get some groceries," Betty said hastily, "You 
two take it easy and I'll be back soon." She dashed off but not before she 
had left a fresh pitcher of Manhattans on the coffee table. 

When she was gone, Victor refilled Connie's glass and his own, and they sat 
silently side by side sipping their drinks. Out of nowhere, a picture of 
Victor's huge, grotesquely enlarged cock, as she had glimpsed it before it 
tore into Betty's vagina, appeared vividly before Connie's eyes. Horrified, 
she stole a glance at Victor and involuntarily her eyes dropped to his 
groin, the bulge of which was discernible through his summer pants. 

"What's on your mind, Connie?" Victor asked, a curious leering note in his 
voice. 

Connie jumped. Had he seen her staring at him, at his crotch . . . had he 
read her mindl She forced herself to look directly into his eyes, and she 
shrank from the lust suddenly gleaming there. 

"Oh nothing," she stammered, averting her eyes quickly. In her confusion, 
she abruptly finished the rest of her drink. 

"You look serious," he said, "anything I can help you with?" 

Again, the awful image of his spasmodic figure as he had pumped his lewd 
load of male semen into Betty's upraised vagina swam before his eyes. What 
was wrong with her? Why was she thinking those filthy thoughts? One would 
think that after last night, she'd never think of a man that way againl 

"Are you okay?" Victor asked solicitously, squeezing her shoulder lightly. 
His touch electrified her. 

"Yes, I'm tine." she mumbled, although she felt dizzy and her thoughts were 
jumbled. 

"Here, lie back against the arm of the sofa." Victor suggested and guided 
her gently by the shoulder. Gratefully, she complied. 

"Now isn't that better?" Victor murmured, settling himself very close to 
her. Connie lay back blissfully. It certainly was better. A fine cloud 
settled in her head, blotting out everything and she felt her whole body 
relax. 

Suddenly, she felt a hand massaging her thigh, kneading the pliant flesh. It 
felt so good. She knew it was wrong but the soft massaging relaxed her, 
soothed her frazzled nerves. She didn't want him to stop, she'd let him do 
it for just a minute longer. 

Her body stiffened as she felt him begin to stroke the cheeks of her 
buttocks through her shorts. She wanted to push his hand away - in fact, she 
thought she did push them away, but they were still there, kneading at her 
tender buttocks. She couldn't move. It was almost as if she was paralyzed. 
She tried to lift her hand but her numbed brain refused to send the message 
to her arm and it just lay there. She felt a finger insinuate itself up the 
edge of her shorts - it was reaching up, probing, searching. She squirmed as 
the tip slipped under the leg band of her panties and found the narrow 
sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft 
pubic hair. An electric shock rippled along her legs as the foreign finger 
tangled playfully in her pubic mound. Forbidden sparks were erupting deep in 
the pit of her stomach and she squirmed back a little. What was she doing, 
letting this stranger paw at her, probe in her secret parts - a thing she 
barely tolerated her husband doing? Why was she powerless to stop him? Worse 
yet, why did she want him to continue? The manhattan's had dulled her 
resistance but what had awakened this unnatural desire? She wasn't attracted 
to this man, this stranger; only yesterday she had been disgusted with his 
wanton coupling with Betty. Now, she was actually encouraging this same man 
to caress and pet her! Was this the effect her husband's vile rape had on 
her - had it set off a primordial streak in her, changed her into God knew 
whatl The finger played along the tender furrow, already moistened with 
desire and the nail scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clitoris, 
sending it springing into life. 

A warning voice from somewhere in the back of her mind warned her; this is 
wrong, stop now; stop it before it's too late. But she didn't stop it. She 
liked his finger on her naked genitals. The finger prodded at her viscous 
cuntal opening and then suddenly, without warning, plunged into the burning 
hole between her legs. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Connie sighed, unconsciously pressing her desire-ridden mound 
towards the worming middle finger. She was past caring now - she didn't know 
whose finger it was and she didn't care; all that mattered was the 
incredible fire that was building up as the teasing digit swirled around her 
moist pink cunt. A flush of heat was sweeping over her and she was hungrily 
grinding her pussy up onto the feverishly working finger. She knew her 
release was near; she wanted it; craved it. 

Victor looked down at her churning loins. "I've got the proud little bitch 
where I want her now," he chuckled to himself. 

Just then, Betty came in. Connie sat bolt upright. Her face was flushed and 
she desperately tried to hide from Betty's view the finger that was still 
hooked into her shorts. The burning in her groin was a raging fire now, and 
tears of frustration came to her eyes: She fought to quell it by pressing 
her loins tight down into the soft sofa, but her body fought back in anger 
over its thwarted orgasm. 

"Hi there," Betty said, "You two having a good time?" 

She must see, she must notice, Connie thought, and yet she's acting as if 
nothing is unusual! 

"Yes, we're really getting to know each other," Victor answered. "I've 
discovered that Connie is just dying to have a big cock stuffed up her 
pussy!" 

Connie gasped. Her face turned scarlet, and she instinctively hunched over, 
trying to hide her shame. But Betty just laughed: 

"Is that so, honey? Well, Victor has a real, good one!" 

Shame and mortification flooded through her. But what could she say? She had 
acted like a shameless hussy, hardly raising any resistance when Victor had 
started touching her down there. What else was he to think? And then to egg 
him on, she had churned around like that! 

"I have an idea!" Victor called suddenly, finally releasing his finger from 
Connie's shorts. "Let's all three of us go in the bedroom!" 

"Great idea!" Betty answered. "C'mon, Connie," she said, pulling at her 
friend's arm, "Let's go get ready for Victor." 

Once again, Connie was powerless - she could only go with Betty into the 
bedroom. Victor followed, closing the bedroom door. He seated himself 
heavily in the chair, folding his hands completely over his stomach. 

Immediately, Betty unzipped the bright dress she was wearing and stepped 
agilely out of it. With a flick of her fingers, she undid her bra and her 
firm full breasts swung into freedom. The turgid nipples were fully erect, 
arid Betty boldly cupped the quivering mounds in her hands. 

Slowly, she drew the flimsy panties down her luscious body and discarded 
them at her feet. Then she raised her hands over her head, releasing her 
long blonde hair to let it cascade down over her shoulders. Victor whistled 
appreciatively and even Connie had to admit that Betty was gorgeous - 
positively the loveliest thing Connie had ever seen. With a sudden move, 
Betty unbuttoned the back of Connie's halter and quickly slipped the brief 
garment off the surprised girl. Before Connie had time to protest, Betty 
unzipped the short-shorts and to her horror, began to slide them down over 
her hips until they lay in aheap on the floor. Connied stood there 
stock-still, in her brief, still wet between the legs, panties. She couldn't 
move, this couldn't be happening to her.... 

"Come on, Connie," chirped Betty, "Let's see what you've got under those 
flimsy little things. 

"No ... no!" Connie whimpered, backing away. Victor jumped up and both he 
and Betty advanced on the terrified girl. Taking her by an arm each, they 
pulled her over to the bed, pushing her down. They roughly ripped off the 
last barrier to her womanhood. She lay there, staring at the two figures 
almost unbelievingly, but could make no move to resist. Victor began to 
undress. Connie was unable to take her eyes off the huge bloated penis that 
stuck out from tufts of hair. God! It was even bigger than she had thought. 
Even bigger than Scott's. The purplish head seemed to throb and she 
shuddered at the thought of it burrowing into her soft secret vagina. 

"Like it?" Victor rasped, his own eyes fixated on the dark silken triangle 
between her legs. 

"It's for you, baby," he crooned, "all for you! I'm going to fuck 
you,-honey, fuck you reeeee-al good!" 

His lewd words excited her, and seemed to awaken the intensity of: her 
still-lurking orgasm. Yes, yes, she wanted that monster inside her, just as 
she had wanted his finger. She wanted to feel the fleshy fullness of it 
crammed into her pussy, jabbing at her womb. She wanted it, just like Betty 
got it. She wanted what Betty got. Scott - her husband's name suddenly came 
to mind. What if he found out? He'd-he'd kill her! From the back of her mind 
came the suggestive thought - maybe this was the way to pay him back - to 
punish him for the degradation he had heaped on her. A malicious grin 
contorted her face. 

Victor smacked his lips as he noticed her eyes fixed avidly on his 
protuberance and her twisted grin. With a snarl, he dove on to the bed, and 
in one swift movement, grabbed Connie and hoisted her on top of him. His 
frenzied hands dug at her breasts which hung temptingly down as she settled 
her legs, one on either side of him. Again a quiver of fear coursed through 
her as she noted the monstrous proportions of his huge pole. Grabbing her by 
the waist, he lifted "her clean up off his body and held her poised over him 
as easily as if she was a toy. Instinctively, Connie reached down and spread 
the hair-lined lips that guarded the petal-like cuntal opening. 

"Good girl," Victor smiled savagely. 

Slowly, he lowered her down until her tender pink vaginal hole was directly 
poised over the bulbous head. Connie winced at the first contact of flesh on 
flesh and Victor held her there till her soft delicate cuntal skin had 
adjusted to the rock-hard tip of his prick. He released her waist and Connie 
knew that the time had come. She bore down a fraction of an inch and 
squirmed from the contact... the huge head had already begun to pull at the 
tender ragged skin. How could she do it? But Victor thrust his loins up at 
her and before she could pull away, the head surged up. 

Oh my God! It was in! 

With a gasp of pain, she felt the outer skin of her vagina settle just below 
the giant head. Then, as if she were another person, slowly inching her way 
down, she began to swallow in her depths more and more of the incredible 
length. When her insides felt as though they were completely filled, she 
looked down. Good God! Only half of that mammoth rod was inside her! She 
could never get the rest in! It was just too big! Again, Victor gripped her 
by the waist, and forcefully slammed her pelvis down onto his enormous 
shaft. 

"AARRGGHHH!" Connie screamed from her very depths of her chest. 

"Nnnnnoooo stop it... you're killing me. .. nooooo....!" she begged. She 
fought wildly to escape but Victor held her in a vice-like grip. There was 
no escape. Miraculously, after a moment, the excruciating pain began to 
subside, and Connie felt herself being lifted up again. She stopped until 
just the head was encased in her vagina, and then once more, Victor slammed 
her body down. This time the pain was not nearly so bad, although she felt 
an awakening painful twinge in her back passage - a grim reminder of 
yesterday's rape by her husband. 

And then, as though goaded on by the memory, she began a slow up and down 
rhythm. It was alive inside her! The hard pliant head was deep in her belly 
pressing hard up against her cervix, the ridged length of it tickling the 
membrane of her vaginal channel and his wiry pubic hair grazed against her 
sensitive pussy lips. A fiery tingling had started deep in her womb and 
seeped relentlessly to every part of her body. 

"Ooooohhhh" she chanted as her yo-yo-ing up and down on the lust-greased 
pole took on a heathen rhythm of its own. This was what she wanted. This was 
what she needed. How could she have ever existed without this huge meaty 
cock rummaging deeply in her womb! Her pent-up desires were released; her 
husband's emotional neglect of her had made her yearn for relief and that 
relief was forthcoming. Her hands dug frantically into Victor's fleshy 
buttocks as she strove to get every last inch - to bury even more of him in 
the hot pulsating cavern between her legs. God! She'd never felt like this 
before. In all her lovemaking with her husband, she had never approached 
this crescendo of feeling. She had never known it existed. Now she knew why 
Betty and Victor had writhed so passionately on the floor yesterday; she 
herself was contorted with lust; her body was rocking wildly in a mad 
lascivious dance. And it felt good ... so good. 

Victor's body shook uncontrollably as he flexed his loins and pushed deeply 
into Connie's cunt. He had no idea she'd be this hot-that she'd be so good. 
This was by far beyond his wildest dreams. After the frigid smile she'd 
given him yesterday, prim in her little sundress, he was determined to make 
her knuckle under, to see her prissy little cunt working up and down on his 
cock, and loving it! His attention was distracted by a movement on the bed. 
His vision was blocked out and then his face felt warm and moist. It was 
Betty! Her soft, palpitating pussy was pressed deep over his lips and her 
hands were tangled in his hair. Her sweet female odor overpowered him and he 
wormed his tongue up teasingly between the fleshy hair lined folds. He heard 
her gasp excitedly, and then she screwed her naked genitals down harder on 
his face. Her vagina contracted, opening and closing expertly around his 
tickling tongue. He lashed his tongue furiously around her clitoris and 
cunt, and she went wild with frenzy. Her cunt flowered open, and he sucked 
voraciously at the ragged edges, lapping greedily at her flowing vaginal 
secretions. He could feel her muscles hollow and contract around his nose 
and mouth and he plunged his tongue deeper up into her cunt. Maddened by the 
tantalizing female odor between her legs, he licked savagely at the softly 
throbbing cunt lips and bit viciously at her erectile clitoris. He pulled 
and tugged at the sensual button, wringing gutteral moans from her lips. Her 
soft, slightly perspiring thighs gripped his face cruelly between them and 
she rubbed her sex-crazed crotch against his drenched mouth and his probing 
tongue, slashing mercilessly, was buried even deeper in her tormented 
vagina. 

Connie being fucked below was now uncontrollable. Her whole body twitched 
and writhed and she groaned with desire as the deliciously-punishing 
instrument sunk deeper within her, again and again. She was approaching 
orgasm, and her body was not her own - it was a wild animal, thinking only 
of itself. 

A cat-like wail startled her and she opened her eyes to see Betty's twisting 
contorted body, astride Victor's face, riding him like some savage. 

Sfi The lewd spectacle excited her. No vestige of her hitherto offended 
sense of decency at such a lustful act remained in her head - she just gaped 
at the lascivious sight, hypnotized by Betty's crazily churning pussy, egged 
on by the wet, obscene sounds that Victor's tongue made as it slavered up 
between her friends widespread thighs. Sweat was pouring from Victor's body 
now and her smooth rippling buttocks began a deep spasmodic grind. A low 
groan started to erupt from her throat and she was there! 

"YEEEESSSS. ..!!" she screamed, her crotch smashing down demon-like on 
Victor's cock, demanding, devouring, just as he began spewing his hot sticky 
sperm deep up into her churning vaginal canal. His loins bucked up against 
her, and animalistic mewling came from his covered mouth. A deep sob rented 
the air - Connie, her body still twitching and her lust-dimmed eyes 
half-closed, could see Betty, tearing wildly at Victor's hair as he wrenched 
a soul-shattering orgasm from her tongue-lashed pussy. The three satiated 
bodies collapsed in a drooling, sweaty, disorderly heap, their titillated 
nerve-endings still twitching. 

As the last orgasmic twitches subsided, sanity returned to Connie. And with 
it came self-loathing and self-disgust. Caught up as she had been in a 
whirlwind of lustful desire, shame, guilt and fear had been whipped away on 
the winds of forgetfulness. Now in the calm of rationality, the enormity of 
what she had done dawned on her. She was no better than Betty-no better than 
a whore. She had been unable to control her wild carnal feelings and she had 
betrayed her husband! 

 Chapter Four 

Connie David had to get outside! Thoughts of her shameful behavior yesterday 
at Betty's kept running through her head. And then Scott hadn't come home 
last night. She had stayed up half the night waiting for him, and he hadn't 
come. He hadn't even called. Maybe, somehow, he had found out about "Victor 
and Betty! God, what would she do if he found out! Hurriedly dressing, she 
dashed out into the bright sunlight. She wore her sunglasses but this time, 
not to make herself glamorous - but to hide her guilt from the world. 

There were a lot of people walking about - busy mothers with gaily 
frolicking children, cheerful teenagers joking and laughing, tradesmen 
bustling to and fro - everyone was happy, Connie thought miserably, except 
her. I bet none of these women, she reflected bitterly, have been unfaithful 
to their husbands! I was once like them too, but now, I'm one of the women 
they'd want to run out of the neighborhood! It seemed to her that she walked 
for miles. Up and down tree-lined streets, past crowded supermarkets, down 
the busy main thoroughfare. Once, scared, she realized that she was walking 
in a strange, unfamiliar neighborhood and she had to ask someone for 
directions back to 

Jansen Avenue. Once again, she found herself on the street where Betty lived 
and her feet almost hypnotically led her to Betty's apartment. She stood for 
a long moment, staring up at the second floor. She had sworn she'd never go 
back there, but the need for compassionate understanding and a friendly word 
was foremost in her mind. Once more, she pressed the bell. 

When she opened the door, it was obvious that Betty was dressed to go out. 

"Oh, Connie - Am I glad to see you!" she said hurriedly. 

"I won't keep you," Connie replied, "If you're going out." 

"Come in, come, in," Betty said effusively. 

Connie felt shy. She didn't know what she was doing here - she wanted to 
leave. She was ashamed to look Betty in the eye, after their shameful 
behavior with Victor yesterday. 

Connie, will you do me an enormous favor, please," Betty asked in her 
appealing way. 

Connie had to laugh. "Okay, I'll try; what is it?" 

"Oh, you're an angel," Betty squealed, clapping her hands. "I've met this 
absolutely fabulous hunk of man - Dan is his name - and I have a date with 
him at noon. Only Victor called after I'd set the date with Dan and said 
he'd be over. I didn't have a chance to tell him I was busy already, so 
would you please, please just wait here and tell him I had to leave? I 
couldn't reach him at home by phone." 

Connie blanched. She'd be willing to do almost anything for Betty, but she 
couldn't face Victor again. 

"Oh Betty, I can't!" she cried, "after yesterday, I don't...." 

"Oh Connie," Betty cried, tears in her eyes. "You said you'd do it! And this 
might be my big chance. I think... I think Dan's the one!" she breathed. "If 
I don't show up today, I'll never see him again!" A tear trickled down her 
face. 

Connie melted. After all, she'd only see Victor for a minute, and then she'd 
leave. Besides, she'd never forgive herself if she made Betty miss a chance 
at happiness. All the poor girl wanted was a man of her own to love and 
cling to! 

"Okay!" Connie said. 

Betty threw her arms around Connie's neck. "Oh thank you!" she said happily, 
and in a whisper, "You'll be my bridesmaid!!" 

I'm glad I stopped by, Connie thought to herself after Betty left. Even 
though I only saw her for a minute, Betty really cheered me up. She wandered 
through the apartment, stopping in the kitchen. A strange spice jar, sitting 
on the formica counter top, caught her eye. Curiously, she picked it up. 

"Tien-sai" the label read. "For additional virility, shake liberally over 
soups, salads, etc. shortly before desired." 

Connie gasped. She remembered Betty and Victor's secret joke, her own 
strange uncontrollable desire for him. So this was what caused it! She was 
strangely relieved that her unnatural lust was caused by a strange drug, 
rather than by depravity in herself. She was so relieved that she forgot to 
be angry with Betty for sprinkling it on the salad. She was almost happy 
again when Victor came into the apartment. It hadn't occurred to Connie that 
he'd have a key, but when she'd thought about it, in the new clarity with 
which she viewed Betty, she wasn't surprised. He looked surprised, however, 
to see her. "Hello Connie, where's Betty?" "She had to go out urgently, 
Victor," she answered lightly. "She asked me to stay and let you know. It 
was unavoidable - she couldn't get in touch with you!" 

"So you're to take her place, huh?" Connie started. Panic gripped her 
insides and must have shown on her face, because Victor laughed and said: 

"Relax, I was only kidding!" She laughed then too and Victor added: 

"How about if I make us a drink?" Connie was on the point of refusing, 
remembering yesterday, but then, also remembering the gin-seng and her 
ensuing artifically-aroused desire, thought oh why not, one drink never did 
anyone any harm. 

Victor mixed a batch of gin and bitters and they sat in the comfortable 
living room, sipping the cool drinks. - The drink must have loosened her 
tongue, for she found herself confiding in Victor, telling him about her 
troubles with Scott. She explained how she felt stunted, unfinished, how she 
wished she had an interesting job, a preoccupying hobby or something to 
arouse her out of the mental torpitude she was in. "And," she heard herself 
saying boldly, "that mental sluggishness has an affect on my body, too. I'm 
physically lethargic, too, stagnant in my responses, unwilling to change." 

"You didn't seem very stagnant to me yesterday," Victor said looking 
quizzically at her. 

"Oh, that was the first time - the very first time - " she stopped suddenly. 
What was she saying? Telling him about her body, her lovemaking! What had 
come over her? What would he think of her'! 

As if in answer to her unspoken question, Victor said, "You know, Connie, 
you're a very lovely girl. I could really go for you in a big way!" 

His unwarranted praise thrilled her. It was so long since she'd felt a man's 
appreciation. 

"I like you too, Victor," she said awkwardly, and she meant it. She was 
beginning to like this older man who was at first so repulsive to her. She 
began to admire his craggy, indented face, reading mystery and strength into 
the deeply etched lines. She liked his body, hulking though it was - its 
very bulk attracted her. Even the memory of his... penis, as large as it 
was, hypnotized and attracted her in a lewd way. 

Thinking again of its rangy length, its enormous proportions as it had 
jammed into her drug hungry vagina yesterday, she shivered slightly. He 
smashed his lips down on hers, bruising them in a tight passionate kiss. 
Connie struggled feebly and briefly and then relaxed in his bear-like 
embrace. His kiss sent little shivers running up and down her spine and she 
felt her body quiver as his hands moved down over her soft round buttocks. 
She knew she shouldn't be doing this, lying here with this man's hands 
roaming at will over her soft round buttocks. She knew she shouldn't be 
doing this, lying here with this man's hands roaming at will over her, his 
mouth clenched on hers, but she felt so protected so good; it didn't really 
seem wrong. And she couldn't, wouldn't move. If he tried anything more, 
she'd stop him, but this was all right, this didn't count. 

Her body strained with his hands as they coursed over her. Connie didn't 
know what to think as she lay cradled in Victor's arms. She knew she should 
hate him, after yesterday, hate him violently, but she didn't hate him at 
all, that was the funny thing, she didn't hate him at all! 

Victor's hand slipped down the front of her summer shift and slid into her 
bra, cupping her entire breast in his large hand. Her breast stiffened and 
she gasped softly as he rolled the awakening nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger, making it jump to full attention. He pulled at the hardened tit, 
caressing the wrinkled passionate aureola, sending ripples of desire surging 
through her body. 

She must stop him now, she must - she tried to think of "Scott, her 
marriage, her moral integrity, but just then Victor burrowed his tongue deep 
into her mouth, slipping past her teeth and entwined it with hers. Her arm 
reached up and circled his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers, 
greedily sucking his tongue into her mouth. She knew what her acquiescence 
to his passionate kiss would lead to, but she was incapable of pulling away 
from him, this man she had loathed! His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out 
in a savage oral fucking, and his bristly skin dug painfully into her soft 
peachy face. Deeper and deeper his thick wet tongue swirled, and tiny 
kitten-like mewls of pleasure gurgled in her throat. He kneaded her breast 
savagely as if it were a piece of baker's dough and his other arm held her 
in a tight unyielding grip. 

Then his hand was on her knee. It hesitated there for a moment before 
crawling insect-like up to the fullness of her thigh, pushing the hem of hex 
dress up with it. Higher and higher it went until the fingers touched the 
tight crotch band of her panties. Waves of indecent pleasure washed away her 
desire to resist. His hand snaked under the elastic leg band and his whole 
hand was inside her panties. Boldly, he cupped her throbbing pubic mound in 
his palm, pushing and squeezing at it, twisting his fingers through the soft 
brown curls. Incredibly, she pushed her quivering mound up to press harder 
into his grasping palm. It felt so good as his middle finger poked 
tentatively at the top of her moistening slit. Then the finger parted the 
soft resilient curls of her pubic hair and wormed into the velvet folds of 
her pussy, probing at the lubricated softness of her hidden crevices. She 
squirmed against the rummaging finger. It poked into the damp walls of her 
burning cunt, twitching now with desire, and instinctively, she spread her 
legs slightly to allow his roaming digit greater success in its search. It 
jabbed around, widening the quivering hole, sliding easily along the smooth 
contracting inner walls. Withdrawing his finger with a wet sluicing sound, 
the searching tip now stroked the fleshy outer lips, tearing at the sparse 
hairs and came to rest on the hardened button of her clitoris. She sighed 
softly as he teased the rigid throbbing point in time to the teasing 
swirling of his fleshy tongue in her mouth. The wet moist contact of finger 
and clit down below and the sensual tongue-to-tongue duel above awoke 
untamed animal desire in Connie and her whole body undulated from rapturous 
desires. 

Now Victor's voice was breathing in her ear "I want to fuck you, baby, I 
want to fuck you again like I did yesterday...." 

Her nubile pussy writhed under his expert touch and her whole body vibrated, 
announcing unbridled arousal. In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, 
she rasped, "Oh yes, Victor. .. fuck me, fuck -me, like you did yesterday, 
like you did Betty, do it to me again Victor darling...." 

Feverishly, his fingers began to unzip her dress and moaning with desire, 
she lifted herself up to help him ease off the cotton garment. Hurriedly, 
she tore off her bra, and her lust-maddened breasts jumped joyfully in their 
new freedom. Her nipples were red and tautly erected, and goose bumps 
covered the whole of the white fleshy orbs. She cried out protestingly as 
Victor withdrew his finger from her throbbing cunt, as he slid the 
moisture-drenched panties down over her softly perspiring thighs, revealing 
her glistening pubic mound to his salacious view. For a moment, he stared at 
her tremoring body. A thin rivulet of perspiration ran down the deep cleft 
of her melon-like breasts and the thin line of hairs from her navel to her 
pubis glistened. Her soft pubic triangle was churning softly and her 
widespread legs afforded a view of her moist pink slit nestled teasingly 
down between her thighs. His cock was throbbing intensely and a sticky drool 
of semen had stained his pants. Hurriedly, he ripped off his clothes, 
releasing his aching cock. Dimly, Connie saw its huge size, but this time 
instead of being repulsed by its grossness, her dazed mind was dwelling on 
the delicious sensations that she knew it would bring to her desire-wracked 
body. Then Victor was bending over her, and his red-hot tongue was showering 
frenzied kisses on her breasts, licking away the perspiration in the ivory 
valley, slavering down to her tiny navel, where it poked obscenely at the 
minute hole and trailing warm wet kisses down to the softness of her pubic 
curls. She was vaguely aware of him gently prying her thighs apart, and she 
shivered under the gaze she knew he was fixing on her exposed genitals. 
Repulsion against what she knew was coming fought for the upper hand, but 
her pulsating pussy, with a mind of its own, begged for, and won attention 
in any form. A stranger's voice, surely not her own, coarsely demanded, 
"Lick me, suck me Victor, suck my cunt, eat me... she didn't, she couldn't 
have uttered the words, but she wanted it to happen anyway, she wanted 
Victor to suck her, to make her cum that way! She had to have it! 

Gently, Victor's thumbs teasingly parted the swollen vaginal lips and 
exposed the whole length of her steaming pink slit to his voracious gaze. 
Greedily, he drank in the enticing sight and then slowly lowered his head 
between her quivering thighs. Connie's body lurched convulsively as Victor's 
tongue descended on her sensitive cunt. 

"Mmmmmmmmm" she sighed as he tongued the lust moistened folds of her pussy. 
It darted exploratorily into the hidden recesses of her naked cunt, sucking 
and drawing out her nectar-like juices. It found the tiny sensitive button 
and pulled at it, tweaking it into erection. Connie moaned under the sharp 
nips that Victor's teeth were raining on the throbbing bud. Her head flayed 
from side to side and Victor played his ceaselessly working tongue up and 
down her churning vaginal split. He found the soft delicate skin surrounding 
the petal-like opening and gently titillated the sensuous membrane before 
suddenly plunging his tongue into the white-hot opening. Her body plunged 
around as he orally fucked her, savagely swirling his hard wet tongue around 
in her clasping hole. Connie jerked and twisted beneath the insanely licking 
tongue until she thought she'd go mad. Her thighs rose up and clamped tight 
against his head, and her hands tangled in his hair and pulled his head down 
even further into her desire-maddened loins. She began to grind upwards, 
trying to rake every bit of her cuntal surface against the delicious 
instrument of pleasure, and her thighs opened and closed scissors-like in 
time to her earthy grinds. Her face was twisted with lust, thrown back, and 
her wide-open mouth uttered obscene encouragement to the living organ that 
was working on her lust-crazed pussy. Her eyes were half-closed and a rosy 
flush spread over her contorted face. Her feet, wrapped around Victor's 
neck, held him in a deathlike grip from which there was no escape. Victor 
withdrew his swirling tongue and looked up between her full rounded breasts 
with glee at her abandoned wantonness before returning once more to his 
arduous task. Her cunt opened and closed around his tongue, trying to draw 
it even further in to its steaming passage, until he thought it would be 
ripped out from the roots. He felt her contractions become more spasmodic, 
more demanding and he knew that she was on the verge .. . she couldn't hold 
out any longer. She was jerking up off the bed now, raising his head in the 
lust-driven strength. Everything was wiped from the slate of her mind, every 
whisper of the doubts that had haunted her, duty, honor, fideliy to her 
husband. And nothing remained now but the driving careening motor of her 
orgasm which was accelerating, now out of control as it finally crested. .. 
. 

She was cumming! 

Arms and legs akimbo, she ground her loins up to Victor's secretion-drenched 
face and she was shrieking, squealing like a stuck pig, as orgasm after 
orgasm flooded over her. Wave after wave of intense passion gathered her up 
as if she were driftwood and swept her along in their wake to send her 
crashing on the beach of her lust. At long last, the cumming was over and 
she lay obscenely spread on the sofa, her mouth still gaping as her redolent 
juices mixed with saliva streamed down her soft thighs and darkened the 
plush crushed velvet of the sofa. 

Lying there in the wonderful afterglow of the pleasure she had denied 
herself for so long, she was aware of Victor hovering over her again, his 
neglected cock dangling in expectation. A lewd grin contorted his face and 
he was leering unashamedly. She seemed to sense what was on his mind because 
she reached up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. 

"Fuck me now," she whispered hoarsely, "Fuck me now, Victor..." The crude 
words coming from her puritanical young mouth sent his already huge cock 
leaping into even greater proportions and he joyfully lowered his ponderous 
bulk over her as she lay in complete surrender. 

Christ, she really wallowed at that little game, Victor thought, 
satisfaction fighting with lust for control of his visage, now let's see how 
she goes with the next little item. 

It had given him a sense of importance and power to see her writhing so 
unashamedly under his tonguing ministrations - to see her proud young body 
begging for the release that was in his power to give. Now the depths she 
had sunk to, to utter such filthy pleading words sent new satisfaction 
soaring through him as he breathed hotly down at her. Her glazed eyes stared 
vacantly up at him and already she was mouthing little mewls of pleasure. He 
ran his hands along the smooth alabaster flesh of her perfect body, stopping 
to squeeze the full firm breasts that proudly thrust out at him. Lowering 
his head, he savagely bit at her left orb, leaving a reddening patch of 
teethmarks. An agonized cry wrung from Connie's lips. That would show the 
bitch who's master here, he thought cruelly, his lips curled in ugly 
brutality. Connie was suddenly afraid now . .. not afraid that he'd hurt 
her, but afraid that he'd change his mind and decide not to cram his 
granite-hard cock up her cunt. And she wanted it! Lord, how she wanted it. 
She didn't know what she'd do if he stopped - she was afraid she might dash 
out on the street and beg the first man that passed by, whether old or 
young, cripple or whole, to fuck her till she couldn't walk - she wanted it 
that bad. She strained her entire body up against him, begging him silently 
to fuck her. She pressed her swollen breasts against his sandpapery chest 
and ground her naked loins against his so that their pubic hairs, damp from 
exertion, tangled in a matted jumble of red and brown. She mashed her aching 
pussy up against his pubic bone, hoping to relieve some of the gnawing that 
was growing there. And then, suddenly, she could stand it no longer. 

Snaking out her legs and wrapping them fiercely around him, she clung to him 
and shrieked, "Fuck me now, oh pleeeease fuck me now. .. ." 

Victor smirked cruelly down at her. God, he had her right where he wanted 
her now. She was dying for it, just like he'd told Betty, and by God, when 
she'd got it, she'd never forget it, as long as she lived- Catching her by 
the ankles, he brutally drew her legs up, draping them up over his shoulders 
so that the whole untrammeled plane of her crotch was visible to his eye, 
naked and unprotected. He avidly eyed the enticing scene. He could see the 
ragged edges of her cunt-hole, opening and closing, trying to grasp at 
anything that would enter. The tip of her clitoris glistened through the 
damp outer hairs and a musky female odor of hungering sex wafted up at him 
from her loins that had gone crazy. Her whole pussy was jerking gently, and 
her thighs tightened around his neck. Her cunt was still moist from her 
tumultuous orgasm and it was ripe and ready for his onslaught. Lowering her 
kicking legs from his neck, he spread the moist pink flanges of her cunt 
arid exposed the star-like opening even more. The hardened clitoris seemed 
to be throbbing and the fleshy outer lips were swollen in their intensity. 

"Do you want my cock in your pussy?" He teased mercilessly. 

"Oh yes," Connie mumbled, "yes, please, oh I want it, Victor." 

"Then put it in," he snapped. 

Eagerly, she reached down groping blindly for the giant instrument. Wrapping 
her fingers around its thick width, she guided it towards her waiting hole. 
She placed the gargantuan head at the moist opening and then strained to 
push her pelvis down on the prize. Cruelly, Victor held her suspended there, 
unable to move, her cunt a hair's breadth away from the top of his huge rod. 

Frustrated, her face red with exertion, she fought to voluntarily skewer 
herself on his enormous shaft. Finally, she felt the hard flesh of his penis 
push at her tender skin, teasing it, barely grazing the throbbing flesh. 
Little cries of anger escaped her lips, and she pounded her fists on his 
back in a wild staccato, and dug her heels into his broad back infuriated 
beyond control at his sadistic withholding of his prick. She reached her 
hand down again and searching until she found the hugeness of his testicles 
hanging between his legs, she began pumping and kneading the pulsing balls, 
sending electric chills coursing up and down his back. God, he thought, the 
bitch has gone mad. She's crazy. The maniacal pumping of her hand on his 
tortured balls inflamed him and he rammed forward, sinking his lust-inflated 
cock all the way to the hilt in her hungrily sucking pussy. The smooth 
rubbery head hit hard against her tender cervix, rocking her whole pelvic 
region and she had to gulp back the sobs from the shooting pain. She was 
sure he'd ram right through, up to her throat, his member seemed so endless. 
Still she continued, her frantic milking of his balls, sending him into 
spasms of desirous twitches. Slowly, he began to withdraw the menacing rod, 
alleviating the pain a little, only to plunge it in once more to the hilt. 
Gradually, the pain cleared and the sinewy walls of her hungry cunt clasped 
wildly at the sawing instrument. Now something else was replacing the pain - 
sheer, raw lust - pure animal desire. As the huge cudgel plowed into her, 
she could feel its every ridge and the throb of her internal muscles only 
served to incite it into greater inflation. 

Victor began a slow rhythmic pumping into-her, driving his cock deep into 
her until his balls, finally released from her incredible kneading, smacked 
hard against the widespread crevice of her buttocks, where the wiry hairs 
tickled the tender flesh. He slowly pulled the long shaft out, until just 
the head was inside her clinging pink flesh. She shoved her crotch up to 
meet his downward thrusts, levering them both up off the bed, every muscle 
and cord in her entire body straining with the pressure. Her arms were 
locked around his neck and her tongue darted out and coated her cracked, 
parched lips with her saliva. Her nostrils flared like a sniffing beast and 
she opened and closed her eyes in a mindless daze. A great fiery ball of 
aching hunger was gathering force inside her womb. It sent out tongues of 
flame shooting up through her taut stomach to her heaving breasts, rippling 
out to her hardened nipples. The flaming tongues of fire ran down to her 
cunt, darting here and there, coaxing her tender nether lips into swollen 
fleshy sensuality. The uncontrollable flames spread to her legs, her thighs, 
even to her toes which curled against Victor's shoulders. Victor was 
breathing heavily now. Still, he labored on, driving his huge prick far, far 
up in her contracting depths and slowly easing it out, watching the cuntal 
skin cling for dear life as it withdrew, unwilling to let the giant shaft 
go, even for a moment. His balls were aching with the seething sperm which 
the young wife had churned to a volcano, and they demanded to be spewed out 
of darkness, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. 

The great fireball in Connie was snowballing now, increasing in intensity, 
sweeping her very soul along into a headlong rush down the snowy mountain. 
Down, down, it plummeted and suddenly, it hit bottom. 

A thousand tiny splinters of multi-faceted snowflakes exploded in Connie's 
body and showered over her, like a crystalline exploding fireworks, their 
icy edges raising hundreds of goose bumps on her rippling skin. Her arms and 
legs jerked spasmodically and a flush enveloped her after her icy plunge, as 
she felt Victor's scalding liquid pistoning into her, shooting far up into 
her belly. Animalistic rutting grunts erupted deep in his throat as jet 
after jet of the sticky seed spurted into her, until, finally, his wildly 
gushing member was empty, drained of all he had to give, and tired and worn 
now, it slipped into flaccidity, falling away from her streaming cunt, 
trailing cottony threads of cum with it. 

Dreamily, Connie sighed. "Oh Victor, that was so good, darling ..." She had 
never in her life felt anything so good, and she wondered if she would ever 
again. She slipped into an easy sleep, her mind clear of guilt, her sleeping 
thoughts drifting happily on Victor and the magic key he possessed that 
unlocked her secret responses. 

Victor McLester let himself into Ramona's place by the back way and nimbly 
climbed up the stairs of the plush building. Ramona wasn't around; maybe she 
was with a customer. Judging by the number of keys missing from the rack in 
the hall, a lot of the girls were busy too. On the second floor, he slipped 
into a small room adjoining the rich cream-colored main bedroom. He 
immediately went over to the large mirror which hung on the wall dividing 
the two rooms. The curtains were already drawn over the glass brick windows 
and the room was fairly dark, so he flicked on a switch and peered into the 
mirror. It was a two-way mirror, linked up with the huge glass mirror on the 
other side of the wall. He could see the other room perfectly, without the 
occupants being aware of him looking. 

Ramona was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, completely nude. Her 
pearly skin shone with a faint shimmering of perspiration and her arms were 
stretched out to dangle down over the edges of the bed. He could see the 
dark triangle of her pubic hair, a shinning mass of curls and the moist pink 
of her quivering cuntal slit. The tiny reddish tip of her clitoris was just 
visible through the thin hairlined lips. A man, also naked, appeared from 
the far corner of the room, and Victor could see his rigid cock, growing 
before his eyes into a heavy fleshiness. He knelt between Ramona's naked 
widespread thighs, and began to run his lips and tongue moistly up and down 
her body. He planted hot leech-like kisses on her neck, leaving red little 
marks from the force of his sucking. He slavered his tongue over her heaving 
breasts and closed his convoluted lips over the blushing nipples. He sucked 
moistly on first one and then the other, pulling them into quivering 
hardness, and then he traced a wet teasing path down to her flat stomach, 
where he lapped at the open plane like a dog drinking water. Ramona writhed 
beneath his drooling ministrations like a woman possessed. Her hands opened 
and closed, clutching futilely at the silky bedspread, trying to grasp an 
invisible solidity. 

Victor smiled - he was glad Ramona was 'working' - it meant money in his 
pocket. As he had to see her anyway, he decided to watch and see how 
efficient she was at her "job." 

The man's feverish tongue had reached the glossy triangle between her legs 
and Ramona's entire body quivered in anticipation. Hesitating, he lowered 
his head and began to trail his wet tongue down the soft resilient inner 
thighs, stopping on the upstroke at the luscious, cunt-scented vee. The 
thighs visibly trembled, and Victor could see clearly the long blue veins 
shadowed against the milky whiteness. Ramona was at fever pitch - her mouth 
hung open and her glassy, lust-hazed eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. 
Then the man slowly pressed his hands, palms downwards on the smooth flat 
plane of her stomach, just above her soft pubic mound. This pressing made 
her whole crotch raise even more to his lustful view. His thumbs slowly 
dropped and pressed into the outer flanges of her cunt. Victor saw the 
strong thumbs massage the hair-lined lips and could almost see them swell 
with intensity as they were kneaded and coaxed. They gently stretched and 
pulled the growing lips outward, parting the soft downy pubic hair and 
exposing the moist red slit of her vagina. The tender delicate flesh was 
presented up to the man's face like a defenseless sacrifice, and Victor 
could see his tongue circling his lips in nervous preparation for what was 
to come. His thumbs again pulled the fleshy flanges further outward, 
stretching the dainty ragged inner lips and revealing the throbbing tiny bud 
of Ramona's clitoris, poised just above the rosy viscous opening of her 
pussy. The pink chiffony cunt looked alive to Victor and its pulsating 
aliveness sent a thrill coursing through him. The man scrutinized the 
roseate treasure for a moment, drinking in its softness, the utter 
femininity of it, the pearly mauvish hue of the minor inner lips contrasting 
like a well-colored pastel rainbow with the fleshy pinkness of her cuntal 
opening and the deep blush rose of her dainty clitoris. Then, unable to 
contain himself any longer, he dropped his head and his long tongue snaked 
out to dab at the shivering little button of raw nerve at the top of the 
slit. Ramona's body jerked and she ground her buttocks down into the soft 
bed to escape the electric touch, but, just as quickly, her legs snaked up 
and twisted obscenely around his neck, pulling his face down to her 
desire-maddened crotch. 

As he buried his head in her soft yielding loins, her thighs closed in on 
him, covering his head in an immoveable stranglehold, his wiry dark hair 
tickling her tender inner flesh. 

From his position at the other side of the mirror-wall, Victor could just 
see, through the maze of writhing flesh, Ramona's hot, steaming cunt, and 
the tip of the man's tongue as it swirled around the warm fleshy nooks of 
her pussy. He could see the puckered dark pink ring of her anus, contracting 
convoluting, the wrinkled outer surrounding skin glistening from the 
dribbles of her secretions which seeped out of her frothing cunt and mingled 
with her own perspiration already settling there. Suddenly, the tongue would 
lash out and lap up the dripping lubrication, darting into the hot crevice 
that nestled her anus, and the nostrils would flare from the pungent odor of 
her nether region. The man's mouth worked like a demon, the tongue possessed 
with a will of its own. Mindless uncontrolled lust swept over Ramona and her 
upper body writhed and wrenched in an epileptic-like fit. The man's hands 
dashed up to the slippery, sweating breasts that danced tantalizingly in 
front of his eyes, and gathered the ivory mounds in his hands. Voluptuous as 
they were, their soft excess slipped out between his fingers, and he caught 
the incredibly hardened nipples between his fingers and trapped their 
firmness there. 

Now the slaving hands dipped to her firm, rounded moons, and grabbed the 
smooth lustfully undulating cheeks, pressing and squeezing them, until his 
red handprints stayed, holding his savage imprint. He pulled the ivory moons 
up toward his face until his nose and mouth were completely covered with the 
warm soft walls of her gently pulsating cunt. Ramona's hands were now 
tangled in the man's dark hair and she pulled brutally on the short strands, 
as if trying to seek release from her growing lust. A scarlet flush had 
spread over her face now and Victor could see that her orgasm was imminent. 
The man's tongue and lips and hands were all united in a feverish rush of 
frantic action, sucking, licking, pulling, teasing, trying to wring the 
earth-shaking eruption from Ramona's tortured body. Tears were running 
freedly down her face now, and the pain of her hands in his hair caused the 
man's face to blush a deep red, which shone strangely through the thin film 
of vaginal lubrication which coated it entirely. Ramona ground her pelvis up 
roughly now, the force of the grind arching her back up a foot or more off 
the bed, and the man's imprisoned face followed her as she pressed down into 
the bed on the return, which made her upper torso jerk up obscenely. 
Suddenly, she was jerking demoniacally, buffeting her loins against the 
demented man's face, pulling tufts of hair from his unfortunate head. Her 
mouth was wide open now, and Victor guessed that she was screaming and 
mouthing obscenities. Her loins and his mouth were rocking in unison now as 
giant tremor after tremor swept through her body, tossing it limply from cum 
to cum, until finally, the blood drained from her panting body and she lay 
back, exhausted. The man also fell back on his back, his tongue hanging out 
like a panting animal and Victor could see Ramona's orgasmic secretions 
flowing copiously from her still visibly throbbing orifice. "What a show" he 
thought, cackling lasciviously to himself. Good old Ramona - she sure dug 
that one! 

 Chapter Five 

Victor McLester sat down when he had switched off the mirror and waited for 
Ramona to come in to get dressed. 

After a few moments, Ramona came in, her face flushed and her hair still in 
disarray. She had on a light flimsy robe, which she clutched around her ripe 
body. She started when she saw Victor lolling in the easy chair. 

"How long have you been here?" she asked. 

"Long enough to see you earn your money," he drawled. 

"How much are you charging him?" he asked, speaking faster now. 

"N-nothing, Victor," she whispered, frightened. 

"NOTHING!!" he snarled, jumping to his feet. 

"You fucking little slut! I'll teach you____" 

Ramona jumped back. "Wait a minute, Victor!" she snapped, her eyes sparkling 
with anger. 

"That's Scott Davis," she went on. "He's the owner of the building and he 
came around threatening court and fines if we didn't live up to the lease. I 
had to take his mind off of the lease, so .. ." she shrugged. 

Victor's dark eyes narrowed. "Are you sure you're giving me the whole 
story?" he asked coldly. 

"Of course I am, Victor!" Ramona purred, regaining her courage. "You know I 
wouldn't double-cross you, don't you?" 

"Okay . .." he assented, "but be sure you don't spend too much time with 
that creep in the future." he added warningly. "I don't like the idea of you 
handing out your goodies for free!" 

"Don't worry, baby," she crooned, "I'll take care of him." 

She sidled over to the cabinet and brought out a bottle and two glasses. 
"Let's have a little drink-to our health!" she suggested laughingly. 

"Good idea!" Victor answered, his voice raucous. The sight of Ramona's firm, 
well sculptured breasts straining out of the half-opened robe excited him, 
and his prick gave a life-beginning lurch. 

They sat down at the tiny round table, and Ramona poured two Scotches, and 
sat back, crossed her slim legs, revealing a large expanse of smooth milky 
thigh to Victor's gaping eyes. He took a deep swallow of the burning liquid 
and his enflamed eyes roamed over the provocative brunette in front of him. 
She sat demurely back, seemingly oblivious that her pose had stretched the 
skimpy robe even more and that it was yawning open all the way to her waist. 
Her long, slender hand grasped it closed just below her navel, sealing off 
her pubic fleece from view, but everything else was naked and unadorned. The 
two ends of the robe could not meet over her expansive breasts, and the twin 
orbs pushed together and formed an enticing split of creamy flesh. As if 
electrified by his steady gaze, her nipples sprang into hardness and pushed 
and strained against the thin silky material of her robe, and as Ramona 
lifted her drink to her mouth and replaced it on the table, they rubbed and 
slid against the sheer fabric, titillating themselves and stroking 
themselves into greater erection. His eyes dropped once again to the sensual 
curve of Ramona's legs, and a gleam of moisture on the smooth inner thighs 
reminded him that she had just come from another man's arms. That only 
minutes before, another man's tongue had slavered and labored in the tangle 
of those moist knotted curls down at the entrance to her willing, eager 
body. 

A wave of jealousy swamped him and his tortured prick, struggling 
frantically against the punishing confinement of his pants reminded him of 
the powerful strength of lust and he struggled helplessly against that 
impelling call. 

"How's my latest portegee working out?" he asked suddenly, reaching for a 
second shot of Chivas Regal. 

"Oh, little blonde-haired Peggy?" Ramona answered, smiling. "She's a doll. 
She's so young and innocent-looking that the customers have taken her cherry 
fifteen times already!!" They both laughed and clinked glasses. "And how's 
Lora doing?" Victor asked again. "Wonderful! Lora's a great favorite - she 
really does a good job." 

"Good." Victor nodded. "I knew she would! She's some pussy, that one!" 

"Have you got anyone else in mind, Victor? Any bored housewives, any 
promiscuous schoolgirls?" Ramona asked lightly. 

"Well, I just might. I'm working on a real live one now. A real beaut." 

Ramona stood up and as she did, Victor caught a brief glimpse of her 
gleaming dark pubic thatch, reawakening his dormant lust which had briefly 
lay down to rest, guided there by the liberal shots of Scotch. 

"I'll go get the take," she said. "I'll be right back." 

"Come here," Victor growled savagely, getting up and swaying drunkenly. 

"What's the matter with you, Victor?" Ramona snapped, obviously irritated. 

"Come here, whore, and do what I tell you!" he reeled. 

"Watch your language around here, mister," Romona said coldly. "Remember I 
run this place." 

He reached out, swaying dangerously and made a grab for her arm. He missed. 
Bellowing with rage, he shouted, "Come here, you fucking bitch before I 
break every bone in your body!" 

Ramona didn't know what to do. Victor was standing in front of the door and 
there was no other way out for her. He was in a dangerous, ugly mood and she 
didn't want to cross him. She'd been the madam for 11 years now and whatever 
its drawbacks, it was a good situation for her and she wasn't likely to find 
anything better, especially here in San Jose. She didn't want to jeopardize 
her position. 

"Okay, Victor, what is it?" she said smoothly. She stood looking at him with 
mocking eyes, clutching her robe around her. She had nothing but contempt 
for him and he knew it. But then, he felt only disgust for her, and she knew 
it. Their mutual contempt and loathing was obvious as they stared balefully 
at each other. Victor staggered over to her, making her reel from the 
overpowering fumes of the liquor he had consumed. 

You really enjoyed that little trick with Mr. Building Owner, didn't you?" 
he leered. 

"What do you want, Victor?" she asked again, coldly. She felt like telling 
him she liked Scott a hell of a lot better than him but knew that would 
antagonize him beyond belief. She knew also that he was jealous of the fact 
that she saw Scott and gave him her favors for nothing, whereas she was 
very, very sparing of her largesse as far as Victor himself was concerned, 
giving in only under duress. He resented that more .than anything. 

"How about giving me a turn, baby?" he rasped hotly, his bloodshot eyes 
rolling wildly. 

"Oh Victor," she began softly, "I'm so tired, my whole body aches, I 
couldn't possibly, maybe tomorrow...." 

"None of your phony excuses, bitch!" he spat, "what you can do for that jerk 
you can do for me!" 

Ramona was trembling now. She knew she'd have to give in, to submit to 
whatever indignity he had in mind, and God knows, she thought sorrowfully, 
he has a whole sackful of them. 

Still holding her tightly, almost painfully by the arm, he wrenched her hand 
from its protective grip on her robe, revealing her fine full body to his 
inebriated view. His eyes ran up and down the finely-sculptured form, 
feasting avidly on the triangle of hair between her legs. Her legs were 
clamped together, adding to the symmetrical beauty of her whole figure. She 
looked like a beautiful marble statue of some classical Goddess. He yanked 
the robe completely off her and threw it in a heap on the floor. Ramona 
heard the whine of a zipper and she knew that he was releasing his ape-like 
prick. Suddenly, he released trie painful hold he had on her arm, and 
grabbed her by her hair. She uttered a scream. 

"Stop, Victor, you're hurting me ... please let go of my hair... please!!!" 

He only pulled her closer to him, using her hair as a halter rope, dragging 
her like some caveman of old pulling his captured mistress. The room swam 
before her eyes and her head felt as if it would burst with pain. 

"Kneel down," he ordered harshly, and before she had time to comply, he had 
slung her down to the floor by means of her hair. 

"Owwwwww!" she sobbed, not knowing what to do to escape the incredible pain. 

"Kneel down, slut!" he screamed again, giving another sadistic tug on her 
abused hair. 

She finally managed to get in a kneeling position, blinded as she was by her 
tears and pain, and knelt there, quivering and afraid. 

"Look at me,' he snarled, yanking her head up. 

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked straight into the gleaming eye at the 
top of the bulbous purple head of his rigid cock. She pulled her head back, 
frightened and repulsed by the throbbing monster so close to her face. 
Ramona was no neophyte to the art of copulation in any of its myriad forms, 
but the unusually mammoth proportions of his tree-trunk-like pole combined 
with his savagery all converged and made her feel like a frightened, timid 
virgin. 

"Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" Victor commanded through clenched teeth. 

Ramona knelt there blubbering. She couldn't move but she couldn't take her 
eyes off the giant hardened penis in front of her eyes. The head glimmered 
an iridescent purple, reminding her of a dove's breast, and the trunk of it 
was a bright crimson, sinewy and long, the underside webbed with bluish 
veins. The base disappeared into matted, reddish curls, giving way to huge, 
dangling testicles, that seemed as big as tennis balls, encased in a 
wrinkled hairy sac. They swayed menacingly, as if threatening her in advance 
with the torrents of their lewd load that they would pour into her captive 
throat. She gagged. 

She raised her eyes imploringly to Victor. He was looking down at her, hate 
and lust in his eyes, and he read the plea for mercy in her eyes. But mercy, 
he had none. Cruelty was abundant and lust rife in his soul; there was no 
place for mercy. Pulling her head forward, and pushing his hips to meet her, 
he managed to place the smooth, rubbery head just at her lips. 

"Open them, or I'll make you open them!" he ranted. 

Ramona knew that she had to comply. Slowly, she opened her trembling lips 
with a great effort, and managed to barely encircle them around the very tip 
of his cock. She pulled back immediately - she had tasted a drop of his 
expectant cum, already waiting, like a well-fed cockroach that waits on the 
table for his evening meal. Again, he pushed his pelvis forward, and this 
time, managed to slide half of the head into her trembling mouth. 

Feebly, Ramona worked her lips around the giant tip, but try as she might, 
she could not get any more of the incredible bulk inside her mouth. 

Victor, tortured beyond reason, held his pistoning cock in his free hand, 
and with the other hand held Ramona's head steady. Then he rammed forward 
with full force, driving the massive rod half its length into Ramona's 
mouth. Her almost clenched teeth raked painfully against the swollen flesh, 
making him grit his teeth and rail against the sharp pain, but it was in. 
Ramona choked and sputtered, but Victor held her fast and she had no choice 
but to keep the giant instrument in her mouth. Incredibly, unbelievably, 
again he drove forward, plowing the rest of it, every inch of it into her 
mouth, far back to her throat. It was all in. She felt his pendulous balls 
slapping against her chin and her nostrils were filled with the pungent male 
odor of his genitals. Tears, fresh ones, sprang to her eyes, this time from 
the choking, gagging sensation. Victor began to revolve his rod inside her 
mouth as if he were churning butter in a home-made urn, and after he had 
lubricated the entire length, he began to saw it in and out of her warm, 
salivous mouth. It didn't feel quite so bad now; if only it wasn't quite so 
big, so long. Victor sensed the partial surrender to the invading instrument 
and relaxed his stranglehold on her hair. 

Immediately grateful for this small favor, Ramona began to trace her fingers 
lightly up and down Victor's strongly tensed thighs, and tapped playfully on 
the squirming balls. Emboldened, she grasped them firmly in her hand, 
cupping them and stroking them. Her mouth began a gentle rhythm of its own, 
opening and closing around the fleshy prick, her tongue darting at the tiny 
glans opening at the top, happy now to lap any drop of cum that might be 
lurking there. Her teeth grated lightly on the sensitive undervein, 
pressuring it gently, sending unknown thrills running and leaping through 
Victor. 

To her surprise, Ramona began to enjoy the heathen rite. In spite of her 
revulsion to Victor as a person, she was pleased to find that this did not 
extend to his wonderful implement of pleasure, and she showered on it all 
the affection she was loathe to bestow on its owner. 

Victor's heart was thundering like a cannon in his chest. He was sunk in a 
miasma of unbearable sensuality as her firm lips closed like a slippery fish 
on the palpitating surface of his cock. He moaned and twitched convulsively 
as her tongue played skillfully with the pulsating knobby head, darting in 
and out of the sensitive opening, cradling the bloated top in her warm 
velvety mouth. He felt the rubbery head rasp against the ridged roof of her 
mouth and the indentation of her molars on the underside sent shivers of 
ecstasy coursing through him. She began to run her fingers over the exposed 
part of his penis all the while gently massaging his tormenting balls, so 
that his whole genital region was one raw quivering mass of nerves. She 
sucked steadily, and the beautiful rhythm she made churned his flesh in 
exquisite pain. He actually fought to keep from cumming, he wanted to 
prolong this rare moment as long as he could, but even - as he struggled to 
hold back his natural impulse, he felt his cock inflate like a balloon, 
bigger and wider, until he was up, up and away. The dam of his emotions 
burst, breaking the sluice-gates that tried to brake the wild tide, sweeping 
everything in its headlong rush. The foaming waters from the dam of his 
balls burst out of his swollen penis and into the warm channel of 

Ramona's mouth, where they cascaded down her throat like a waterfall. She 
gulped, swallowing the hot liquid as fast as she could. But she wasn't fast 
enough - or there was too much. It spilled out of the sides of her mouth, 
trickling obscenely down her chin and fell in little spots on the floor. Her 
throat was burning from the fiery liquid but still it kept coming, as 
Victor's body jerked and bucked to empty its capacious load. Finally, after 
she had drained away every last drop from his balls, and just to make sure, 
she kept on manually milking them, his cock collapsed, a deflated mass of 
soft flesh in her mouth. 

"Victor sank back into the easy chair, his battering ram now a meek little 
lamb, and closed his eyes contentedly. Ramona, equally exhausted, sat back 
on her heels, and regained her breath. The intense fucking she had just 
received in her mouth coupled with the equally intense cunnilingus she had 
experienced with Scott drained her body completely of energy. She dragged 
herself up from the floor, and tottered into her red velvet room, not 
forgetting to shut the door and disconnect the two-way mirror. Victor had 
had his turn, which was to last him for many a long day, if she had anything 
to do with it. 

Connie sat in the bedroom of Betty's apartment, waiting for Victor to come 
out of the shower. 

Mmmmmmm, she thought, thinking of the past fe'w hours spent with him in 
wonderful sensual abandon, perhaps we can do it again before I have to 
leave. She had been meeting Victor every day at Betty's apartment for almost 
two weeks now. At first, she was reluctant to embark on the affair, but the 
glorious sexual release that followed her decision washed away any guilt she 
was feeling. Now, she revelled in her new-found womanhood, her liberation 
from inhibition. And why shouldn't I, she thought complacently. After all, 
if my husband won't give me what I need, can I be to blame for seeking it 
elsewhere? She stretched her long legs luxuriously and admired her naked 
body in the bedroom mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. Her whole 
figure had taken on a riper, rounder look, the look of a fulfilled woman. 
And that's what I am, she thought triumphantly, and it's all thanks to 
Victor! She was really glad now that she had met him, and couldn't even 
think of what her life would be like without him. A smile flitted across her 
face when she thought of her husband, Scott. She remembered how, only last 
night, he had tried to pull her close in bed, and she had pushed him away, 
saying "leave me alone," and gone to sleep. She knew she was being unkind 
and unwifely, but she sadistically enjoyed the hurt in his eyes. "Now he 
knows what I went through!" she said aloud to herself, just as Victor walked 
in, wearing a towel, sarong style. 

"What's that, honey?" Victor asked. 

"Oh nothing, darling, I was just thinking..." She stretched out her arms 
seductively and stared at him through half-closed eyes. 

"I have an idea, honey," Victor said, ignoring her longing looks. "Remember 
how you said a couple weeks ago about how bored and dissatisfied you were 
with your life, how you would like to meet new people, go new places?" 

"Why, yes, I do," she replied, "but," she added slyly, "now that I've got 
you, all that's changed." 

"I still think it's a good idea for you to get out more, branch.out a bit," 
he said uneasily. 

"What do you have in mind?" she asked. 

"I have this old friend, I think you'll really like. Let's go over there 
this afternoon - right now - I'm sure you'll enjoy talking to her and maybe 
she can even offer you a small part-time job!" 

"Really?" Connie said excitedly. "Doing what, where?" 

"Let's go over there and find out," Victor answered laughing. 

As they drove towards the downtown area, Connie was a little worried. She 
was afraid she might run into Scott on his rounds, and liberated though she 
was, she was still his wife and terrified of really angering him. Still, she 
sat close beside Victor, her new-found courage alternating with dread. 

"Even if I do get a job, it won't make any difference to us, will it, 
darling?" she asked. 

"Of course not, baby." 

Victor had a lot on his mind. His interests at Ramona's were being 
jeopardized by Ramon a's increasing independence. This bad luck was 
compounded by the fact that he was tiring of Connie - his attraction to her 
had vanished with familiarity and now he only wanted to be rid of her. Worst 
of all, he was really hot for Ramona now. Christ, he thought, trying to 
block out Connie's prattle, why do I have to be hooked on a broad who hates 
me? He vividly remembered how Ramona had knelt trembling before him, still 
flashing defiance, and then proceeded to suck his cock. The best he had ever 
had. The thought now sent shivers through him and his prick leapt halfway to 
tumescence. Fortunately, they pulled up then at the townhouse on Payne 
Street. 

Connie was impressed with the location and the outside of the building as 
Romona opened the door. She greeted Victor effusively and Connie with a 
little reserve. 

Connie couldn't believe her eyes as they went up the stairs and into 
Ramona's bed-cum-living room. She feasted her eyes on the lush surroundings, 
agog at the opulence and obvious affluence of the owner, and completely 
oblivious to Victor and 

Ramona who were talking in whispers in the corner. 

Finally Victor came over and put his arm around her. 

"Honey, I have to go out on a little business now. But I'll leave you here 
with Ramona. You two can talk girltalk and have a good time till I get 
back." 

Connie was surprised at being left alone with a comparative stranger, but 
she was immediately put at ease by Ramona's friendly, light-hearted chatter, 
and by the drinks which appeared, brought in by an attractive girl, as if on 
cue. Ramona asked her all about herself, and Connie found herself confiding 
in this interesting, attractive older woman. She wondered vaguely what sort 
of job she could offer her, and thought with a thrill that it probably would 
be something exciting and interesting. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Glancing 
at her watch, Ramona said apologetically. 

"I'm afraid I'll have to leave you, Connie, dear, for a few minutes. But do 
make yourself at home and I'll have Maria bring in another drink." 

"Please, Ramona, I don't want to trouble you...." 

"No trouble at all, Connie. I'd really like to continue our little chat, and 
get to know you a little better. Although," she said in a confidential 
whisper, "I must admit I am quite envious of you. You carry your youth 
beautifully." 

Connie blushed from Ramona's frank admiration, and was glad when she found 
herself alone. Immediately, Maria, the beautiful tawny-skinned girl, brought 
in a large frosty drink. Flashing a brilliant smile at Connie, she left 
without saying a word. Connie idly wondered about her. She certainly didn't 
seem like a maid, not with her face, expensive silk dress and fantastic 
figure. Everything puzzled Connie - the enigmatic' Ramona, the luxurious 
surroundings, even the mysterious Maria. As she sipped her drink, she 
wandered aimlessly around the large room. Her attention was drawn to the 
Indian prints, tastefully framed and hanging on the walls. The first one was 
of an Indian couple, the girl with her legs spread wide and the man was 
inserting his huge, overemphasized perns into her vagina. 

Tearing her eyes from the erotic sight, she hurriedly looked at all the 
others. They depicted Indian couples, threes and fours, all in different 
sexual postures. Connie couldn't believe it. What could they be doing here 
in this wealthy, tasteful place? Then, Connie gave a little laugh. Of 
course, why hadn't she thought of it before? Affluent, sophisticated people, 
people like Ramona, collected art. They didn't see it as dirty, lewd ... 
they saw only the artistic value in such paintings. Why, she herself had 
seen pictures of some of the French and Italian Renaissance paintings, 
showing nude men and women, worth thousands and thousands! Shaking her head 
half-scornfully at herself, she continued sipping her drink and began to 
examine the largest picture of all again. She tried to concentrate on the 
flowing form, the minute detail of the robes, the quaint surroundings, but 
somehow, all she could see was the lewd position of the couple in the 
painting, the man's grotesque penis, the girl's widespread crotch. Realizing 
that her hands were clammy and that she was quivering, she sat down, 
thinking that the drinks must be affecting her. She wished Ramona would come 
back. What if she had forgotten about her? Perhaps she should try to find 
her, tell her she had to leave. Her eyes kept returning to the shocking 
picture, and the figures began to move realistically before her swimming 
eyes, going through motions of lovemaking. She couldn't stand it any longer. 
She had to do something. Her roving eye fell on the record player. Hastily, 
she selected a record and put it on. It was a French record, one she had 
never heard before. The recurring words were "je t'aime ... je t'aime ..." 
accompanied by whispering sounds and sighs like waves at the seashore. 
Connie sank back in the plushy sofa. The sensual sibilant sounds wafted into 
her head, and images of the erotic prints on the walls swam before her eyes. 
Oh God. What was the matter with fyer? Why was she thinking about sex all 
the time? Was she turning into an insatiable maniac? Oh where was Victor? 
Why didn't Ramona come back - anyone? She felt a tiny smouldering spark 
ignite between her legs. Angrily, she clamped them shut. She took a long 
drink of her drink, draining the glass. The liquor seemed to have a calming 
effect on her, and she gratefully sat back as the tingling between her legs 
seemed to subside, and she felt a semblance of sanity return to her 
liquor-dazed brain. 

 Chapter Six 

Ramona had gone down to answer the door, knowing full well who would be 
there. Scott had been visiting her ever since he realized the advantage of 
his landlord position, and he had been exploiting it fully. Especially since 
Connie has been acting so strange lately. All but ignoring him, especially 
in bed, where she acted as if he had some dread disease. She had begun to 
look different, too. She bought some new, sexy clothes, and was wearing her 
skirts awfully short and tight for a married woman. Still, he'd thought it 
better not to say anything to her until he'd figured out what was wrong. But 
last night had been the last straw. Her contemptuous "leave me alone" had 
chilled him to the marrow and he was determined to get to the bottom of it 
tonight when he got home. But now, he was ready for some action. 

Ramona sighed a little as she opened the door. She had begun to wish she had 
paid the fines or made the improvements, anything to prevent him coming 
around so often. His presence had a very bad effect on Victor, who sulked 
for hours afterwards and took it out on Ramona. She was beginning to 
sympathize with Victor now, and tried not to be quite as cold and short with 
him. He wasn't really a bad guy, she thought now as she let Scott in. 

"Ready for me, baby?" he leered, giving her a pat on her well-shaped behind. 

"No," she said coldly. To her surprise, she heard herself saying, "I can't 
take you anymore. Victor has really cracked down, but I have a wonderful new 
girl for you. Scott darling, you're going to be the very first customer to 
enjoy her and she is absolutely beautiful, as fresh as a daisy, a real joy! 
And, if things go really well, you can see her from now on! I wouldn't offer 
her to anyone of the regulars but you, although God knows, I have had enough 
offers." 

Scott was delighted. He'd been half-thinking of giving up his daily visits, 
but now, if he could sample something new before he made up his mind, he 
might even come back for more! From Ramona's description, she really sounded 
as if she were something. Of course, she probably wouldn't have Ramona's 
finesse, but with all he'd learned from the Queen herself, he'd soon have 
her performing like a star. He couldn't wait to get a feel of some luscious 
new pussy. Happily, he followed Ramona up the stairs, for once not 
interested in the waving outline of her smooth rounded buttocks in front of 
him. 

She led him into the little room off her large main room, and Scott sat down 
in the easy chair. 

"Would you like a drink?" Ramona asked. 

Scott gratefully accepted a Scotch on the Rocks and they sat sipping their 
drinks, chatting about the business and how things were coming along. Scott 
was glad that he'd had the drink. He could feel its warmth coursing down 
through his body and sending life, warm-blooded life to his loins. Not that 
he couldn't manage without it, but the potent liquid, was an added stimulant 
to the multi-pleasures he expected to follow. 

Finally, Ramona stood up and switched on the two-way mirror. Scott pulled 
his chair around to face the mirror and take his first gaze at the beauty 
who would soon be his. 

Scott's jaw dropped and his mouth hinged open. His eyes bulged out from his 
reddening face and he tried to speak, his mouth working like a star in a 
silent movie. His head whirled in disbelief at the vision that greeted his 
eyes. It was Connie, his wife, and she was writhing on the couch, her legs 
spread obscenely apart, her panties hanging at her knees. 

Her fingers were jammed into her gaping cunt and Scott could see them 
swirling furiously in and out of the clasping lips of her open vagina. 
Another ringer was kneading and pulling at the enlarged clitoris and Scott 
could see its angry redness as it gave beneath her agile fingers. Her mouth 
was wide open and she was gasping like a fish out of water. Her rounded eyes 
were rolling uncontrollably around in her head, and streaks of perspiration 
dampened her dress. 

My God, my God, Scott groaned, unable to tear himself away from the lewd 
sight. It's a mistake, it's someone else. But there was no denying the 
truth. It was his wife all right. 

"Well, how do you like her? Isn't she some thing!!!?" Ramona asked. She had 
been a little surprised to see Connie writhing under auto-manipulation, but 
was pleased nonetheless as it added to her desirability. She had been just a 
little worried when Victor brought her in, because she seemed just a bit too 
unused, and she was afraid that she might balk when it was time for action. 
But the writhing, frenzied figure they viewed through the mirror cancelled 
all doubts in Ramona's mind. They had a real money getter there, all right. 
And, she thought, judging by Scott's face, he's really digging her already! 

Scott was livid with anger. He stood there, clenching and unclenching his 
fists, his eyes glued on the lascivious spectacle. The goddamn little bitch, 
the fucking little whore. I wonder how many two-dollar tricks she's turned, 
the humping little bitch. Scott's mind churned on and on, anger and rage 
building up uncontrollably in his haunted mind, and tiny flecks of foam 
showed at the corners of his tightly clenched teeth. 

Connie had been grateful for the soothing relaxation of her drink that had 
blanked out that tingle between her legs. But her gratitude was premature, 
for after a few moments, when the drink hit bottom, the spark fanned and 
began to flame through her loins. She felt dizzy now, and as light as if she 
were floating on a watery cloud. As if in a dream, her hands began to 
massage the straining .fullness of her breasts, which were pressing against 
her lacy bra. Expertly, she trapped the quivering nipples between her 
fingers, mashing them, trying to stop the tingling there. Savagely, she 
pulled at them, as if she were trying to pull them from their moorings. 
Pressing the full force of her open palm down on her fiery cuntal mound, now 
prickling all over, she tried to block out all thoughts from her head, to 
gain control over her tottering reason. But it was too late. The mutiny in 
her body spread like wildfire to her brain, which, sneeringly, refused to 
obey her, and as if in defiance, conjured up obscene images, one after the 
other. She threw her head from side topside, trying to shake them out, her 
hand still clamped down on her pubic mound and the other frantically 
kneading at her throbbing breasts. 

Against her will, her hands burrowed down between her legs, lifting the hem 
of her short dress, and probed up towards her fiery loins. With a moan, her 
hand began to massage her burning cunt through the moisture-drenched 
material of her nylon panties. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, 
but it was only a short moment. The fire started up again, demanding fuel. 
Slowly, she inserted one finger inside the elastic leg band and began to 
propel it up towards the fiery furnace. Suddenly, she stopped herself. What 
am I doing? she thought. She was half sitting, half lying on the couch, her 
legs widespread, her head to one side. Her dress was bunched up around her 
upper thighs, and the dark triangle of her pussy was plainly visible through 
the sheer material, to anyone who might enter the room. She tried to 
withdraw her finger from her panties, to smooth down her dress, but her arms 
wouid not obey her. She tried to scissor her legs closed, but they would not 
move. She tried to sit up straight, but she couldn't. She was trapped. Some 
evil demon had wormed inside her, lulled her limbs to sleep, started a 
raging fire in her crotch. She was utterly in his power..Dreamily, the 
exploring finger pushed forward until it came in contact with the jungle of 
her pubic hair. It felt moist and damp to the touch, and the thin hairlined 
lips shivered under the invading finger. She could feel her whole slit 
palpitating under her touch as she drew the narrow furrow opeji. Tenderly, 
the finger traced along the raggedy inner lips sending electrical tingles 
shooting through her. Abruptly, the probing digit found the tiny button of 
clitoris and more shocks electrified her at the searing contact. Cautiously, 
she began to massage the minute bud, sending it burgeoning into hardness. A 
toasty-warm flush emanated from her cuntal region, and sped like wild fire 
over her sweating body. In a sudden frenzied rush, she tugged at the 
protective panties with her free hand, and raising the quivering balloons of 
her buttocks off the sofa, she pulled them down to her knees. With a sigh, 
she probed the warm recesses of her cunt with all four of her fingers. Sigh 
after tortured sigh escaped from her lips as she rummaged and searched the 
hidden areas. A finger hesitated at the viscous cuntal opening and she could 
feel the delicate pink skin surrounding the sensuous area pulsating in 
expectation. As her finger poised at the moistened mouth, she ran her free 
hand down the soft downy inner thighs, eliciting gasps of pleasure. She felt 
a thin rivulet of perspiration running down the crease of her buttocks where 
it met with the flowing juices of her lubricated cunt. 

Then with a groan, she plunged the waiting finger into the warm dark depths 
where it made delicious contact with the heated inner walls. Gently, she 
revolved the exploratory finger in the contracting vagina and her pelvis 
began an undulatory rhythm in time to the waves on the still playing record. 
But the green-fire that burned there demanded more to feed its lewd hunger 
and without thinking she plunged another finger into the grasping moistness. 

The fingers on her other hand found the throbbing button of her clitoris 
again and began to agitate the erected organ into greater frenzy. She ground 
her tormented clitoris up against the diligent finger and then crammed her 
other fingers in and out of her clasping cunt. Great waves of intense 
pleasure crashed over her like the waves on the sea, and her head felt as if 
it were being washed ashore and retrieved, time and again by the surf of 
those breaking waves. 

"Oh Scott," Ramona crooned in the tormented husband's ear, "I know, I can 
tell you are going to love cramming that huge manly cock of yours into her 
hot little pussy, now aren't you?" 

Scott turned and stared at her glassily. His mind was paralyzed and he had 
forgotten who this woman was who was standing beside him. He had forgotten 
everything except that his wife, Connie, was a whore. No wonder she didn't 
want him to make love to her! Her pussy was probably red raw from all the 
customers she had been seeing. He should have been suspicious when she got 
those new clothes ... he might have known she didn't get them from out of 
the housekeeping money. Wonder how much she charges for a trick? Maybe she'd 
even started working the streets, flipping out in cars as .they circled the 
block.... His feverish mind danced on, painting even more lurid pictures, 
torturing himself by imagining his wife in various lewd poses and positions 
with her customers. A snarl of anger tore itself from his parched throat as 
his eyes feasted savagely on the feverish scene. 

Ramona was really pleased now. Even she was surprised at the extent of 
Scott's passion, his feelings at seeing the girl. If she'd known that he'd 
be that aroused at the sight of a beautiful girl, she'd have introduced him 
to Peggy or Maria long ago. "Why not really-go all the way," she thought, 
"and turn him on even more?" 

"She's such a lovely girl," she purred in his ear. "And she's so good, so 
experienced. When she came to us, she was so unhappy. Her husband didn't 
take time to find out what she really liked or what really excited her, and 
so she came to us." As Ramona embellished the details, she really began to 
believe her own story, and threw herself heartily into the telling. 

"And now, Scott," she said, stroking his tightly clenched jaw, "she likes 
everything. She can suck cocks better than anyone else - far, far better 
than I can. She can make your prick stand out so far it will fall down from 
sheer weight!" 

She inserted her hand inside his shirt as she continued her story, both 
their eyes still riveted on the flailing body of the girl. 

"And you know something else," she went on, "she just loves to have her 
pussy licked. She just turns crazy when someone sucks and licks at her 
pussy. She goes out of her mind when a tongue, a big, beefy tongue like you 
have, darts up into her hot little hole. Wouldn't you just love to eat her 
hot little cunt?" 

Ramona's hand pulled at the curly hair on Scott's chest as she purred into 
his ear. Her fingers found the masculine nipples and tweaked them until they 
were tight and hardened. 

"And you should see those titties," she went on lewdly, "She just loves to 
have them sucked and kissed until they bleed." 

Scott's heart was thumping inside his chest. He was hypnotized by Ramona's 
sultry, droning voice and by her incredible massaging of his chest. But his 
eyes were locked on the lascivious figure of his wife, writhing in 
self-fucking in the other room. His thoughts were a jumbled mass of anger, 
remorse, horror and a small flicker, just a whisper of desire was rising in 
him. Desire for his coarse vulgar wife, caressing herself shamelessly in the 
other room, stripped of all decency, and desire for this panting tigress of 
a whore who was stroking him and whispering obscenities in his ear. 

He could see the sweat glistening on Connie's face as she struggled to give 
herself maximum pleasure. He watched, amazed, as she angrily snatched off 
the soaked panties, wrenching them from her knees and tossing them from her 
feet in a careless gesture. Her entire cunt was now naked and visible to 
anyone who cared to look, and Scott through the softness of her pubic hair, 
could clearly see the pulsating pink hole of her pussy, as it hungrily 
absorbed the fingers crammed inside. And he could just barely make out the 
dark puckered ring of her anus, which was lewdly winking and contracting in 
time to her pussy. 

He could'see that the sparsely-haired outer lips were swollen and fleshy, 
and that her jagged inner lips were quivering and trembling as she massaged 
her engorged clitoris. 

"You just can't wait, can you?" the voice droned on in his ear, "to sink 
that long, stiffening prick of yours in to that red hot pussy, to plow it 
far, far up into her cunt, to sow your milky seed in that anxious belly? You 
can make her come alive like she never has before, can't you?" 

Scott dragged his eyes away from the lustful scene in the other room and 
stared at Ramona, his mouth still hanging open. 

Her eyes, as blue as lapis lazuli, stared back at him, and her mouth was 
working grotesquely as she spewed out her filthy monotone. 

"And she's come such a long way, since she first came here. But she's 
waiting, just waiting for that one man who will really light a fire under 
her starved little pussy and set her whole body aflame. And I think you are 
that man, darling. ..." 

Scott could see that her nipples were straining against the thin blouse she 
was wearing, and her pants were so tight that the crotch slipped into the 
furrow of her pussy. Little beads of perspiration were breaking out on her 
upper lip, and she continually ran the tip of her red tongue along it, 
coating it with shiny saliva, and enhancing the red lipstick she wore. And 
her hand still worked at his heaving chest, and began to drop down to his 
belted waist. 

Thoughts began to push, through the fog of his numbed brain. Maybe what 
Ramona said about Connie's husband was right. Maybe it was he - he was the 
one who forced Connie to come to this cathouse, to try and get release from 
her natural womanly feelings. God knows, he had never tried very hard to 
really please her sexually, always thinking of himself and of his pleasure. 
He had an inborn feeling that women weren't supposed to feel anything, they 
were just supposed to lie there and take what came, and try to please their 
husbands. It was a false, outmoded notion he knew, but somehow, in his proud 
masculine race for self-fulfillment, he had allowed that falsehood to taint 
his other inclination to help his wife to participate fully in their sexual 
love, and continued to be selfish and unhelpful. Even so, did this give his 
wife the right to sell herself, to come here to this den of vice and take 
lessons in sexual liberation? The thought that other men had touched her 
naked body and taught her things, had wakened her dormant libido, made him 
shake with rage. Even though Ramona had said that he'd be the first of her 
customers, he knew that this was just sales talk. She probably told everyone 
that, and they all thought they were getting a bargain. The lying bitch. Now 
his feelings mushroomed into rage - searing hot rage at both his wife and 
this madam-whore who used bodies for own profit. He felt an almost 
uncontrollable desire rise in him to smash her leering white face into 
pieces and then rush in and tear his unfaithful wife limb from limb. But 
just then, Ramona's hand snaked inside the waistband of his pants and 
grabbed fleetingly at the dampened curls of his pubic hairs. Lightning-like 
thrills bolted through his demented body. Maddeningly, the fingers dabbed at 
the moist curls, missing one, catching another. He felt lust surge through 
him again, lust for Ramona, his wife, all women. A frothy snarl emanated 
from his lips. He turned his enflamed eyes once again towards the lustful 
figure on the sofa. 

Connie had pulled her legs up towards her shoulders to give greater access 
to her hopelessly inadequate hands. Feverishly, she thrust three of her 
lubricated fingers into her greedily palpitating vagina, while she probed at 
her maddened clitoral bud with her Other finger. She darted it down the 
perspiration-soaked channel to the tight little ring of her anus, where she 
jabbed experimentally at the tiny, puckered nether ring. Then she brought it 
back again to pull once more at the tormented pivot of her desires. He heard 
the whirrr of a zipper - his own - and felt a cool rush of air as Ramona 
pulled down the whining metal and released his imprisoned cock. Joyfully, it 
leaped into the air, trembling in its excitement at being released from the 
punishing confines of his pants. It stood out lewdly, large and veinous, 
pulsating with lust and desire. Expertly, Ramona enclosed the giant rod in 
her sinewy fingers and began a soft milking motion of her slender digits. 
Lightning zipped through Scott's body and thunder sounded in his dazed head. 
He felt as though he were a dog, imprisoned alone, and taunted by bitches in 
heat surrounding the cage. His senses were torn and divided and he didn't 
know which way to turn. Anger alternated with lust in his crazed frame, and 
hjs.eyes were riveted on his wife's degenerate body. Ramona's soft pumping 
drove him out of his mind as he felt his already massive cock expand and 
swell under her fingers, until he thought it would burst. Gently, she 
dropped her other hand and cupped his dangling testicles in her smooth palm. 
She squeezed and kneaded the crinkly-skinned balls. An aching throb started 
deep inside them, and electrical waves of dynamic pleasure rushed through 
his entire body. Still Ramona continued hex kneading and massaging. She dug 
at the base of his cock among the tufts of hair and pulled on it as if she 
were trying to elongate his pick even more. A drop of moisture seeped out of 
the tiny slit at the top of the monstrously bulging head and dropped slowly 
to the floor, trailing a thin gossamer like web of opaque fluid. Scott began 
to moan audibly now, and leaned back against the wall for support, his eyes 
were fixated uncontrollably on his wife. 

She had begun to jerk now. It was obvious to Scott and Ramona that she was 
going to cum at any moment and they pressed their faces to the mirror in 
order not to miss a moment of the lascivious sight. 

Her fingers prodded frantically at her fiery genitals, and she arched her 
back, levering her whole lower torso off the sofa in an effort to cram her 
fingers further into herself. Her chest was heaving, great passionate pants, 
and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she thrashed her head from side to 
side. 

Suddenly, it came. Scott and Ramona could see an almighty shudder take 
Connie's body in its wake and send her crashing spasmodically into a 
thousand little spasms. They saw her orgasmic juices flow out over her 
groping fingers and her pelvis bucked faster and faster. She was cumming 
like a wild woman! They saw her mouth open and heard the top notes of a 
piercing scream. Then she was still. Her eyes were closed and her body still 
twitched. Her fingers slid from her moist still quivering cunt and dropped 
unconsciously to the sofa, leaving a darkening stain on the sofa velvet. A 
warm flush covered her heated face. 

Scott could stand it no longer. Tearing his monstrous prick from Ramona's 
still teasing hands, he charged into the room, holding his weapon like a 
warrior holding a favorite lance. 

 Chapter Seven 

Connie's breathing was becoming more even now as she lay back in the 
sunshine of her incredible orgasm. Sanity was returning to her satiated 
mind, and with it the realization of where she was. Tears of self-loathing 
came to her eyes. She lay there, quietly sobbing... a great snarl shattered 
her silent mental self-flagellation. What was that unearthly sound? It 
sounded like a giant gorilla, a jungle ape tortured with pain. Terrified, 
she opened her eyes and through the dim of her tears and satiated lust, she 
actually saw the giant ape standing over her, snarling in fury, his 
monstrous red penis stuck out menacingly in front of her. How could she 
escape this brute, how did he get here? 

"You goddamn little whore, you fucking bitch! I'll teach you, you slut! I'll 
teach you!" 

The vicious venom-packed words brought a shred of reality to Connie's dazed 
senses. She blinked her eyes in disbelief and stared horrified at the figure 
towering over her still undraped crotch. It was her husband! She opened her 
mouth to scream, but she was too paralyzed with fright. She jerked her, arm 
up to hide the humiliation burning in her face and collapsed sobbing in a 
helpless heap. 

"Let me explain... Scott darling ..." Connie blubbered. "I can explain ... 
listen to me____" 

Scott just stood staring at her contemptuously. He was angry beyond belief 
now. Her obscene display stripped him of any pity or understanding he might 
have felt before. Now, he was livid with hatred. And she dared to tell him 
that she could explain. Explain indeed! 

'You lousy little whore!" he spat, his face twisted and deformed with rage. 

"Why are you calling me that, Scott, why?" she pleaded. 

The thought that he had found out about Victor crossed her mind and she 
trembled in fear before him. 

"You fucking bitch!" he hissed, "Here in a whorehouse, you ask me that?" 

Connie's eyes opened wide in horror and disbelief. 

"Whorehouse? Oh Scott, I didn't know, honestly I didn't know____" 

Scott reached forward and slapped her hard across her cheek. A blotchy red 
mark immediately appeared on her assaulted face and she backed away, 
cowering in terror. Tears gushed unchecked down her burning face as she 
cringed against the sofa. Still mouthing insults, Scott jerked his belt from 
his pants. He began to a cruel lashing against her body - over her legs, her 
stomach, her breasts. She covered her head with her arms to protect herself 
as best she could. She groaned and whined with pain and humiliation, unable 
to escape the fiercely raining blows. Suddenly, they stopped. 

"Now let's see how good you are at your new profession, bitch!" he rasped. 

Still sobbing bitterly, she moaned. "Oh no, Scott, please not here, not like 
this!" 

"Who were, you preparing your pussy for then?" he sneered, catching her 
painfully by the hair. His bloated prick bobbed up and down from the fury of 
his anger. Her desperate mind latched on to the mortifying fact - he had 
seen her fingering herself, he somehow had seen her make herself cum. The 
grim realization sent a fresh flurry of tears streaming down her face. She 
was paying now, paying for her infidelity with Victor, her eager acceptance 
of another's love. Her evil deeds had caught up with her and brought her to 
this... horrible place... where now she would have to pay a dreadful price 
for her crime. Spasmodic terror convulsed Connie. She knew in her Meiart 
that there was no escape for her. She knew that Victor or Ramona wouldn't 
help her, wouldn't barge in on the cruel scene that was coming. She could 
only He there, and take what was coming to her. She hoped that her husband 
would kill her, to spare her the degradation that his knowledge of her 
infidelity and her lewd acts would shower on her. How could she hold her 
head up again? How could she ever look at him again? Oh, how she wished 
she'd never been so foolish as to get involved with Victor. Why couldn't she 
have left well enough alone, and bided her time patiently until Scott had 
snapped out of his previous cold mood? And he had. But she was too wrapped 
up in her "big romance" with Victor to bid him more than the time of day! 
What a fool she'd been. If only she could have another chance, she'd make it 
up to him, she'd make him forget how low she had sunk. "Take off your 
clothes, whore, and get naked!" he ordered in a cruel cold voice. Trembling, 
Connie got to her feet, and feebly began to undo the zipper on her damp 
wrinkled dress. Her eyes fell on her sodden panties lying on the floor where 
she had, in the throes of passion, carelessly tossed them, and she blushed 
anew at seeing the tangible evidence of her obscene act. Humiliated, she 
slipped off the abused dress and let it slide to the floor where it lay in a 
multi-flora heap. Her head still lowered, she slowly released her breasts 
from her lacy bra. She stood there, naked and unadorned, in front of her 
husband. 

In spite of his anger and revulsion, Scott's eyes roamed wildly over his 
wife's smooth, ivory colored body. He flushed at the thought of those 
familiar breasts being kissed and handled by complete strangers, those firm 
milky thighs being caressed by anonymous men. He stared at the tangled brown 
forest of pubic hair between her legs fighting the impulse to reach forward 
and tear it to shreds. Parts of her body still bore the angry red welts of 
his leather belt biting into her flesh. But the sight of those red streaks 
did nothing to alleviate his all-consuming rage. He wanted to destroy her, 
to torture this filthy whore who had been deceiving him. How long had she 
been doing it? How many other men had fucked her! 

With an angry roar, he pushed against her unsuspecting body, knocking her to 
the floor and she fell in a disorderly heap on the rug. A whimper escaped 
her lips, but she was too devoid of feeling to protest at his rough 
treatment. She looked quickly up and saw him hurriedly rip off his clothes. 
Her glance fell on his prick, swollen and distended to monstrous 
proportions. It jutted out from its nest of curly pubic hair, and Connie 
shivered at the thought of the incredible hardened rod of flesh jamming 
inside her without mercy. She glanced at the sperm filled testicles'hanging 
loosely between his tensely corded legs and was repulsed by the thought of 
the white-hot seed that would be spurting endlessly into her. Her body 
fought against the cruel assault that she knew would be perpetrated on her, 
but she was too paralyzed with fear to move. 

Scott knelt between her thighs, still holding his throbbing rod in his hand. 
Contempt and hate were plainly visible on his face, and his lip curled in an 
ugly sneer as he roughly spread her legs wide. She gasped from the pain of 
her widespread legs, but her moan only made Scott jerk her legs even further 
apart. 

"Oh stop, Scott, please, you're hurting me...." she sobbed. 

"I haven't even started yet, bitch," he jeered. And then suddenly he fell 
forward across her body and rammed his cock deep into her still moist cunt 
pushing the soft yielding flesh in waves before it. A strangled gasp escaped 
her throat as her cervix felt the full force of his brutal lunge, and she 
struggled wildly against his heavy weight to escape the diabolical 
intrusion. He began immediately to fuck into her, plowing forward with hard, 
bestial strokes, oblivious to her pain and tears. He reached out and grabbed 
a thigh in either hand and suddenly jerked her legs forward, until her knees 
touched her breasts and her legs dangled over her head. She sobbed with the 
excruciating pain of her unnatural balled-up position as he ground into her, 
rapping brutally against her tender edge of her womb, his balls slapping 
obscenely against her upturned ass. He looked down at his long rod careening 
into the exposed plane of her naked groin. He saw her pink, hair-lined 
cuntal flesh cling to the hardness of his prick as he pulled it out, and 
then smirked with satisfaction as he rammed it forward full force into her 
cavernous depths. 

"Oh Scott, please ... don't... hurt... me...." She gasped painfully, 
rationing out her breath so she could brace herself against the harsh jerk 
of his cock inside her. Tears coursed down her face - tears of degradation 
at being used like a whore without feelings, an automaton, and by her own 
husband! 

Her nerves were numb now. She could feel nothing. Her husband's inhuman rape 
had brought her beyond pain, beyond feeling. She lay passively beneath his 
thrusting strokes. 

"Move it, bitch!" he spat. "Let's see you earn your money, whore!" His 
brutal, sneering laugh echoed throughout the room eerily, chilling her with 
fear. 

"Move it!" he snapped again, digging his fingers into the upraised moons of 
her buttocks. "A whore has to work for her money." She was dry of tears now 
and was tempted to lie coldly beneath him, ignoring his cruel barbs. But his 
fingers digging into her tender flesh prodded her like electric rods, and 
she mechanically began a slow, feelingless grind up against him. 

"That's right," he leered, "that's a good whore ... grind! Now let's see you 
enjoy it! Smile for me, bitch, smile for your client." 

Connie opened her eyes and looked into the steel-like eyes of blatant hate 
and scorn staring back at her. She tried to close her eyes again, but those 
magnetic eyes which seemed to scream guilt, disgust, depravity at her held 
her gaze. 

"Look happy, whore!" he demanded, "Or you won't get your money!" 

Desperately, Connie plastered a feeble smile on her blanched face, and tried 
to keep it there through sheer will. 

"That's better, slut!" he smirked. Wildly, she wished that his orgasm would 
come soon, even though she dreaded the thought of him spewing his sticky 
sperm, laden with hate, into her, perhaps even making her pregnant with it. 
In her desire to hasten the end of this inhuman caricature of a loving act, 
she increased her upwards grinds, trying to pump his imprisoned cock, to 
trick it into emptying its load prematurely. She rotated her pelvis as she 
ground up against his thrusting loins and clenched her vaginal muscles as he 
slipped his long hardened cock out of her, pulling gently at it, as if she 
wanted to retain it inside her. 

Scott suddenly quickened his thrusts again and jerked into her 
spasmodically. He kneaded and dug her soft yielding flesh, unconscious of 
her sobs of pain. He felt his cock grow and expand unbearably inside her 
ridged sheath and he felt thunder building up in his heated balls. But he 
wanted to put off the moment when he would shatter into her warm belly. He 
wanted to prolong this forced subjugation, this lesson he was teaching his 
erring wife. But suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer. He jerked 
forward in a series of extrabrutal thrusts as he felt the hot liquid spurt 
forth and race along the length of his cock where it gushed out of the 
engorged head and flooded into her quivering belly until there was no more 
left. Groaning, he withdrew his deflated member out of her sperm-inundated 
vagina, trailing a thin line of cum with it. With a sigh, he collapsed on 
the floor beside the cringing body of his suffering wife. 

A long moment passed. Silence pervaded the room and Scott's breathing became 
less rapid. He stole a glance over at the still form of his wife. She looked 
pale and frightened. Her lips were pressed together and her eyes were 
closed. He could see tears glistening at the end of her lashes. She was 
hunched over in a fetal position, protectively cradling herself with her 
arms. A pool of his expended cum lay on the rug where it had seeped out of 
her ravaged cunt. 

Remorse stabbed at him as he looked at her childlike form. She looked so 
innocent, so vulnerable. 

"A-are you all right, Connie?" He asked softly. 

She stirred slightly, and opened her eyes. She looked over at him, hurt and 
bewilderment mirrored in her luminous gray eyes. 

She didn't reply. 

"Are you all right... honey?" He asked again. 

She stared at him for a moment and then burst into tears. Suddenly, he 
clasped his arms around her. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby, please forgive me," he moaned into her 
auburn hair. 

He felt her quivering under his touch like a captured baby animal. Memories 
of his hours spent with Ramona, and Rose, and countless other nameless, 
faceless girls, loomed up on the horizon of his mind, and magnified the 
remorse and self-disgust he was feeling. 

He murmured apologies into her hair, trying to still the trembling in her 
defiled body. 

"Can you ever forgive me, baby?" He asked piteously. 

She raised her head from where she had buried it in his shoulder and looked 
at him steadily. The disgusting truth that had finally occurred to her about 
her romance with Victor nagged at her brain, and threw her in agonies of 
self-loathing. Scott had been right to be so angry. Who knows, in her 
blindness, where she would have followed if Victor had led! She was grateful 
to Scott now for bringing her to her senses, cruel and painful as his lesson 
had been. 

"Oh Scott," she sobbed, "I'm sorry too. I really am. 

They clung to each other in mutual forgiveness, uttering promises never to 
hurt the other again, and both shedding tears of gratitude and self-remorse. 

As her husband held her close, Connie reviewed the strange events of the 
afternoon. She vividly remembered her own self-manipulated orgasm, and 
blushed at the thought that her husband had seen her in such a wanton pose. 
But even as she blushed, the lewd memory began to excite her. She felt the 
tell-tale burning between her legs where her husband's sperm still clung 
wetly. Gone were her earlier feelings of self-disgust and loathing. Lust 
took their place, and an intense desire for her husband's body encaptured 
her completely. She desperately wanted his penis plunging into her, this 
time in love, not hate. 

Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she sighed into his ear, "Oh fuck 
me, please, Scott, fuck me, darling..." 

"What?" He answered, incredulous, unsure of what he had just heard. Was his 
lustful mind playing tricks on him? 

"Fuck me, fuck me, please darling, I'm your wife, fuck me____" The insistent 
words again droned in his ear and he knew he was not mistaken. 

Her hand dipped to the now flaccid penis between her husband's legs, and she 
took the limp member in her hands and tentatively gently began to stroke it. 
His shaft leaped into half-erection at this new attention, and Scott 
repeated in wonderment and awe, like a broken record, "I don't believe it, I 
don't believe it." His wife, his prim young wife, was begging him in crude 
definite words to fuck her. 

He ground his lips down on hers, dragging her to him even closer, and his 
tongue flicked in through her open, receptive teeth. It played with hers, 
and hers played unbelievable magic back. Her cool fingers grasped his 
swelling prick tighter and began a rotation around its growing 
circumference. Her breasts rose confidently against his chest, the nipples 
already hardened into jutting buds, pressing against his hairy expanse. He 
began to trace hot little kisses all over her soft face, on her neck, her 
throat, her breasts. Still, she clung to him tenaciously, still caressing 
his burgeoning member. Suddenly, unbelievably, he heard her velvet voice 
again. 

"Oh Scott darling, I want to kiss your penis ... your cock!" 

He couldn't believe it until he saw her head slipping down towards his 
rising penis, couldn't believe that he had actually heard the words he had 
been praying for years to hear. 

"Oh yes darling," he moaned, "suck it, suck it!" 

She knelt between his splayed thighs, a lustful glance in her eye, her 
tongue darting over her parched lips in anticipation of the new sensual 
feast it would shortly have. 

She dipped her head, and her long auburn hair fell in a gentle cascade over 
his widespread thighs, tickling him deliciously. She flicked out her tongue 
and grazed the tip of the purplish, swollen head which sprung out from the 
forest of pubic hair. 

She licked cautiously at the inflated member, slowly feeling her way in this 
new game. Her body trembled and she opened her mouth wide and accepted the 
whole head in her soft, velvety mouth. She began to suck it, pulling on the 
head as if she were trying to separate it from the body. She pressed her 
lower teeth into the veinous underside and was answered by a tremendous 
surge from Scott as he deliriously pressed his crotch upward. 

"Oh baby, oh darling," he moaned, caressing the soft mane of her hair with 
his hands. He guided her head up and down on the slippery rod, until she 
enclosed more and more of the log-like pole in her buttery mouth. As his 
prick slipped easily in and out of her working mouth, he began a slow 
undulation up against her face. As her confidence in her new task grew, 
Connie explored the whole of his loins with her eager hands. She massaged 
the squirming sac of his balls, gently tugging on them. She playfully 
tangled her fingers in his dark pubic hair and squeezed lightly on the thick 
base of his protruding cock, sending new chills rippling down Scott's back. 

Scott gazed tenderly down at his wife's bobbing head. He was enthralled by 
her increasingly more expert sucking, the teasing massage of her fingers on 
his balls. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. His 
wife finally consented to suck his cock, and was loving it! It was her past 
refusal to perform this exciting love-act that had driven him to seek this 
incredible pleasure elsewhere. Now, he wouldn't have to move from home. He 
Could get it, right from his own wife, and how, and how! He moaned as her 
tongue swirled maddeningly around his rod, the tip flicking daintily across 
the engorged head. He saw her lips convolute on his thick penis, bound 
ovally to his rod as if soldered together. 

"Oh darling, Oh Connie, I want to fuck you now, please let me fuck you 
now...." he moaned, feeling a warning billow of heat rising in his balls. 

Reluctantly, Connie released her tight lip-grip on his hardened cock, her 
eyes clinging greedily to it as Scott withdrew it from her mouth. She wanted 
him to cum in her mouth but she also wanted to feel his cock down between 
her legs inside her, cementing their new understanding of each other. 
Happily, she lay back on her back, a smile of contentment on her face as she 
seductively spread her legs. 

This is working out very well, very well indeed, Ramona thought as she 
watched the frenzied pair. She was a little surprised to see Scott slap the 
girl hard across the face, and even more surprised when he had whipped off 
his belt and begun to lash her cruelly. Still, she thought, she probably 
likes the rough stuff. She doesn't seem to be objecting too strenuously. She 
had watched the entire brutal scene, unmoved by the cruelty of it. She had 
seen too many kinky tastes to be surprised by anything. She had watched 
interestedly as Scott fucked mercilessly into Connie, and then she left to 
find Victor. 

 Chapter Eight 

Ramona found Victor in the other room on the second floor, playing cards 
with Maria and Lora. The girls immediately left when Ramona came in, and she 
sat down opposite Victor at the little table. 

"Well, Victor," she said contentedly, "I think we've gotten rid of some of 
our troubles." 

"What do you mean?" Victor asked, puzzled. 

"Come on, I'll show you," she said, getting up and leading him back into the 
other room. 

They looked into the two-way mirror and then back at each other. 

"It looks like we will have no more trouble from our Landlord!" Ramona 
smiled. 

"And I've rid myself of that little pussy, Connie!" Victor enjoined. Smiling 
cheerfully, they turned their attention back to the mirror. 

They were just in time to see Scott settle himself between Connie's 
widespread legs. Her arms were stretched over her head and she had an 
ecstatic look on her face, as she gazed adoringly at Scott. Scott put his 
hands under her knees and slowly, gently raised her thighs so he could have 
a better look at the enticing valley of her cunt. Ramona and Victor could 
see her moist core, pinkly glistening as Scott raised her legs. They could 
see the throbbing hole of her vagina, and the tip of her reddish clitoris 
peeping out from between the dark hair-fringed furrows of her outer cunt 
lips. 

Scott gazed avidly at the proffered sight for a moment and then raised his 
enormous prick until the bulbous head was poised at the quivering cuntal 
opening. He could see the ragged edges pulsating faintly in anticipation of 
what was to come, and he tested the giant head for size against the delicate 
opening. 

Connie sighed at the contact of the smooth rubbery head against her silken 
skin and strained forward to impale herself all the more quickly. "Oh 
Scott," she sighed, "Put it in now, please____" 

Scott, thrilled to hear the pleading voice of his wife, wanting, desiring 
him, surged forward burying the giant head in the soft warm folds of her 
waiting pussy. She gasped from the sudden vibration, and then purred with 
pleasure as she felt her cunt flowering around the incredibly hardened rod. 

"You like that?" Scott moaned through his passion. 

"Oh yes darling ... Mmmmmmmmm." 

His cock sliced through her flesh, gently, tenderly, and Connie shivered and 
twitched under the delicious thrills which his advancing cock was sending 
through her. 

She winced back a little as the hard rubbery head hit the curve of her 
cervix, still sore from the cruel buffeting he had given her earHer, but he 
caressed the tender spot as gently as a snowflake with the throbbing tip and 
suddenly there was no more pain, just an incredible feathery touch of his 
cock worming around deep in her belly. 

She sighed a the elongated member withdrew from her sinewy sheath, and she 
clutched at it with all her strength, trying to hold it in. When he had all 
but withdrawn it, he began to slide the delicious length back to her warm 
earthy cavern, all the way in until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls 
smack hard against her upturned loins. 

Victor and Ramona stood mutely staring at the lustful, yet tender scene. 
They were mesmerized by the undulating couple, and their bodies began to 
sway imperceptibly to the rhythm that Connie and Scott had begun in the 
other room. 

Victor was intoxicated by the musky perfume that wafted over to him from 
Ramona, who was standing slightly to the left of him. He could hear her 
breathing becoming more ragged as she stood, rooted to the spot, oblivious 
of everything biit the .couple fucking in her bedroom. His eyes still 
riveted on Scott and Connie, he moved behind Ramona and pressed the full 
length of his body up against her back. When she didn't draw away, Victor 
emboldened, reached his two arms around her and cupped her breasts in his 
hands. He began to massage and knead them in a teasing circular motion, and 
Ramona pressed her body back against his. 

A ripple of pleasure ran through her as she felt Victor's hands on her 
breasts. She could feel a bulge forming at the crotch of his pants where her 
buttocks were pressed and involuntarily, she flared her asscheeks encased in 
the tight toreador pants and tried to enclose his growing bulge into the 
soft, yielding crevice. He began to unbutton the front of her blouse and she 
pushed her throbbing breasts forward against his hands as his fingers 
fumbled at the buttons. Suddenly her blouse was open and Victor pushed up 
her light lacy bra and released her hungrily aching breasts. 

Ramona felt she shouldn't be doing this. But Victor's hands felt good on her 
warm breasts as they trapped the hardened nipples between his thumb and 
forefinger and rolled them until a dart of fire shot out from each pulsating 
bud, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. 

They watched in wonder as Scott began to knead the soft resilient flesh of 
Connie's buttocks, leaving red imprints on the soft white mounds, as he 
thrust in with clean, smooth strokes, and then after a second's hesitation, 
pulled his rod slowly out. They could see the petal-like flesh of Connie's 
soft, hair-fringed cunt clinging to the hardened prick as it withdrew, and 
the clasping motion of her tiny hairless anus as it moved and clenched in 
time to its sister opening. Connie's mouth was hanging open now helplessly, 
and her eyes were closed as she threw her head back on the rug. Victor and 
Ramona both gasped as they saw her wrap her hands in Scott's hair and pull 
his head down to her neglected breasts. Scott's tongue began to pain the 
smooth, milk-white melons with a thin coat of saliva, giving them an icy 
shimmer in the dusky light. His tongue played with the reddening nipples, 
pulling at one, then the other, twisting them into hardness. Victor's 
fingers on Ramona's nipples stroked in time to Scott's greedy licking as 
they jumped into full erection. Scott's hands suddenly released the soft 
loaves of Connie's buttocks from their compulsive kneading and began to ply 
the resilient flesh of her breasts with his busy hands. Simultaneously, 
Victor's and Scott's hands cupped the large breasts in their grasp together 
until the nipples met, forming a deep tempting crevice between the two 
melons.' 

Connie, the gnawing in her breasts quelled, released her husband's hair and 
his hands once again dropped to her fleshy buttocks. 

Ramona was panting now. The muscles in her body were tautly tensed as Victor 
dropped his hand over her soft unresisting body, and tried to insert itself 
inside the tight band of her pants. But it was too tight. The hand stopped. 
Ramona stifled a gasp of disappointment - she wanted that hand to continue 
on its exploratory path. Then she heard the whine of a zipper as Victor 
opened her pants. With his free hand, he eased the tight slacks down over 
her well-formed hips where it slipped to her knees. The hand now insinuated 
itself inside the nylon band of her bikini panties and teased thrillingly 
for a moment at the slightly moistened pubic curls. Then a finger burrowed 
down between her damp ready furrow and tapped playfully at the tip of her 
clitoris, electrifying it into life. Ramona shivered from head to toe at the 
electric tingles shooting up her from the rummaging of Victor's finger in 
her cunt. It parted the soft vaginal lips and then inserted itself boldly 
into the tight elastic opening of her cunt. The finger began to search 
around in the warm, hidden valley, widening the cuntal opening and probing 
deep into her deepest recesses. She could feel his huge cock through her 
panties and she ground her buttocks back on it, as much to escape the 
probing in her vagina as to feel the delicious contact of his throbbing 
prick on her tiny sensitive anus. 

Victor began to shower hot moist kisses on her naked shoulders and back as 
his hand still possessively caressed her breast. She was impaled on his 
invading middle finger, and she groaned from the combined assault on all her 
nerves. 

Their eyes never left the copulating couple in the other room. Connie and 
Scott rocked in complete unison now, Connie rising her crotch up off the 
floor to meet her husband's welcome downthrust and then pounding her 
buttocks against the floor as he withdrew from her. 

Victor and Ramona stared aghast as Scott not satisfied with his almost 
unrestricted entry into Connie's gladly offered loins, thrust her legs 
upwards and draped a leg over each shoulder. The whole of her cunt was 
plainly visible and completely accessible now. He plowed once more into the 
soft pinkness, and Connie squirmed from the force of her unaccustomed 
position. Her hands dug frantically into the shaggy rug, tearing bits of 
wool from the deep pile, completely unconscious of her cat-like actions. 
They were bucking frantically now, their bodies shaking the room as they 
both reached for their orgasmic releases. 

Victor's hands were on Ramona's hips. But she was oblivious to everything 
now but the crazed couple she was staring at through the deceptive two-way 
mirror. 

Lewd words in her ear jerked her back to reality. 

"Bend over the table, honey, I want to fuck you from behind___" Victor was 
breathing softly in her ear. 

Immediately, her body stiffened. Her first impulse was to refuse his 
demands, but the lewd sight of Connie and Scott rolling about in a wild 
frenzied lust of naked flesh had sent chills and tremors of delight through 
her own body ^ and a spark of desire had exploded down between her legs, 
sending flames shooting up her back. 

With a moan, Ramona shuffled the few steps over to the table and bent fully 
over it, resting her upper torso on the table top and laid her face, cheek 
down on its cold surface, enabling her to maintain her ringside view of the 
amatory performance in the other room. 

Gently, Victor removed her blouse and began to slip her panties down over 
her soft hips and buttocks, where it fell to her knees with her pants. The 
cool air on her behind sent ice-cold shivers through her. She heard the rush 
of a zipper being opened and then the sound of clothes falling, on the 
floor. She knew Victor was undressing. She felt the rounded cheeks of her 
buttocks being spread apart by strong thumbs, and then she jumped forward as 
she felt the warm, wet flick of his teasing tongue licking down her 
widespread ass crevice. 

"Goohhhnnn," she groaned in agonized joy as the tongue flicked along her 
perspiring split, coming to rest at the pulsating mouth of her tiny puckered 
anus. The tongue mischievously darted and probed at the tight elastic 
opening and she flexed her buttocks to repel and encourage the illicit 
probing at the same time. 

She braced herself against the table when she felt the gigantic tip of 
Victor's cock pressing against the stretched ass-split. She felt his hands 
dig into her flesh back side, gripping her hips tightly. 

"Put it in," Victor rasped hoarsely behind her. 

Automatically, she reached her hand back and groped around until she came 
into contact with the vast rod. A thrill shot through her at the thought of 
this obese instrument skewering her in time to the other couple's frantic 
fucking. Her fingers closed over the massive pole and then she slowly guided 
it through her widespread thighs to the mouth of her waiting vagina. 
Expertly, she reached down with her free hand and spread the already-swollen 
outer lips of her cunt. She placed the bulbous head at the palpitating 
cuntal opening and gingerly tested its size against the circumference of her 
cunt. Slowly, she pushed back, seeking to skewer herself on the huge shaft. 
Then Victor rammed forward and his tree trunk of a cock pushed its way into 
her secret passage. Up, up he surged forward until he had imbeddedall of the 
gross throbbing instrument far up in her belly. 

The elastic walls of Ramona's pussy closed fist-like around Victor's penis 
like a vise and he had to strain to pull it out again. 

"Aaaagghhh.... ." he groaned, "what a tight little cunt you've got, Ramona." 

He finally managed to extract the elongated prick from her clenching depths. 
Taking a moment for breath, he again plunged his cock into her hot pulsating 
sheath, shoving his pelvis forward between Ramona's widespread legs. The 
tight membrane of her vagina began to give a little around the giant pole 
and Victor was able to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the 
now-yielding confines of her cunt. 

Shivers of delight had coursed through Connie as she lay waiting for her 
husband to make love to her. And love it would be this time for sure, she 
knew. 

She felt her thighs being spread apart as he knelt between them. He pressed 
his fingers down on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt, and gently spread 
apart the guarding lips. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her 
greedily throbbing clitoris and~the quivering viscous opening of her pussy. 
Grasping his fully erect penis in his hand, he steered the ponderous head to 
the moist opening. 

Connie gasped as she felt the-first stinging contact of his cock on her 
delicate skin. Then there was a great stretching feeling in her loins and 
she felt as though the tender flesh of her cunt was being ripped in shreads. 
She felt the huge top pressing against the elastic opening making her bite 
her lip in pain, and then, the tight elastic opening gave - and he was in! 

"AAAggghhh," she moaned as she felt the giant cock surge forward. Her vagina 
was fighting against the unaccustomed size and she felt the ridges of his 
penis rasp gratingly against her tender inner skin. On and on he pressed. 
She tried to draw back but he was hopelessly encased in her clinging flesh. 
But then, almost miraculously, the tightness of her vaginal canal eased and 
she felt the cock slip easily up and down in her resilient moistened sheath. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," she began to sigh, the vibrating passion of his cock thrilling 
her like never before. Her thighs rose up to meet his member, joyfully 
impaling her pussy full onto him, urging his surging penis on to deeper 
caverns, high up to the root of her womanhood. 

She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his open mouth down on her 
breasts. Immediately, enclosing almost the entire breast in his mouth, he 
began to frantically rub the nipple into incredible erection. The obedient 
bud leaped magnificently, puckering the surrounding skin, and his mouth 
moved to its twin, which responded in the same glorious manner. Now Scott's 
hands clutched convulsively in the soft flesh of her buttocks squeezing the 
pliant flesh. His thick shaft rubbed the inside flesh of her vagina with 
magical strokes, and Connie soared higher into ecstasy with each feathery 
stroke. 

Lord, she thought through her joyful passion, I'd no idea it could be this 
go'odl She felt the last vestiges of her conventional prudery fly away on 
the wings of her unfettered libido, and all she could think of was that this 
was happening to her with her husband, her own darling Scott. 

Scott's breathing was becoming more ragged than ever, and his face was 
bathed in sweat. Still he slaved over the churning body of his wife, as she 
groped ecstatically for her ultimate release. 

With a sudden movement, he grasped her legs in his hands and swung a leg up 
over each shoulder. Thus her crotch was even more exposed, more fully 
offered to his demoniacal fucking. Connie mewled with pleasure at the 
strange new contact which this lewd pose afforded her, and she redoubled her 
efforts to skewer herself completely up on the battering rod. Her buttocks 
were pumping furiously now and a look of lascivious abandon crept over her 
crimsoned face. Her lustrous hair fanned out over the rug, and she dug her 
hands into her husband's shoulders, almost drawing blood from the strength 
of her fingernails. Her entire body was as taut as a bowstring, as she felt 
clouds of warm moistness gathering hurricane force in her loins. 

Her husband was plowing frenziedly into her now, aware of her impending cum 
striving to match his own cataclysmic release with hers. 

Suddenly, she was there. Her arms flailed hopelessly into the rug, and her 
head tossed from side to side. She drove her pelvis relentlessly up against 
his plunging loins and guttural screams erupted animal-like from her throat. 
Through the daze of her lust, she felt her husband's sperm shooting up 
through the long length of his encased cock and then the tidal wave of cum 
poured into every nook and cranny of her pulsating vagina, a never-ending 
flood of love which wrung incoherent cries of pleasure from both of them. 
Connie arched her back and thrust her tender loins up against him, molding 
their straining bodies together, fearful of losing even a drop of the 
wonderful life giving nectar. Her usually beautiful face was contorted with 
lascivious passion and animal-like groans of heathen pleasure erupted from 
her lust-wracked lips. 

"AAAGGGHHH," she howled, her warm cum juice gushing down the length of his 
still-hard prick and joining on the rug the semen which was already 
beginning to flow from her widened passage. 

Her belly quivered with the violence of their simultaneous orgasms and she 
finally lay flat on the rug, every ounce of energy drained from her 
perspiring body. He lay down over her and she could feel the beats of his 
pumping heart finally slowing. They lay there, arms entwined, as his limp 
cock slipped from her sperm drenched pussy, their love cemented by the 
ferocity of their mutual lust,, and the knowledge that they had come 
together at last and had the future to look forward to together. 

The sight of Connie and Scott wallowing in the passionate abandon of their 
orgasms sent fresh 1 strength coursing through Victor's veins. Frenetically, 
he plowed into the fleshy womanliness of Ramona's flowering cunt. He felt 
her innermost channel squeeze and grip his prick with lazy rhythm, and his 
delighted member pulsated with lewd pleasure at the novel sensation. Her 
hand snaked around and fondled the loaded sperm-sac dangling between his 
legs. Ramona arched her back thrusting her buttocks up even further in the 
air, allowing Victor's burgeoning cock even greater access to her warm, 
hungrily-clasping belly. She pushed her upraised ass back on his advancing 
prick and moaned with pleasure as the distended head thudded against her 
womb. Ramona's whole body twisted and writhed as she groaned in abandoned 
welcome to the huge shaft sinking deep into her cunt. Her breasts pressed 
painfully into the hardness of the table, but she paid them no heed. All she 
felt was his rock-hard cock sliding into her and her tempered cunt felt 
every inch of skin and surface on his rigid, throbbing member. The wiry hair 
surrounding the impaling rod grazed her tender ass-skin, and flicked 
tantalizingly at her anus. 

"Oh Victor darling, do it, honey - do it.. . !" she moaned through 
passion-clenched teeth. 

She was approaching orgasm, and Victor, goaded by her lewd plea, pile-drove 
his pistoning machine faster and faster into her lust hungering depths. 
Everything was blacked out of their heads now as they rocked and bucked, 
shaking the table dangerously as they sought to satisfy their lust. 

Then, a low piercing scream came from Ramona's strangling throat. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cuummiing. Agggghhhh!!!!" 

Her body twisted and flailed as she begged him to fuck her harder, fuck 
harder. Her entire buttocks slapped maniacally and flattened back against 
his thrusting loins. 

A low primitive growl joined her high-pitched screams as Victor jerked out 
his orgasm, sending waves of sperm shooting deep up into her dilating womb. 
The hot wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped, sucking at the 
jerking organ like a hungry babe. With an empty groan, Victor staggered 
backwards into the viewing chair, dragging Ramona's spent body with him. 
They collapsed into the chair, Victor's burly arms cradling Ramona's 
lethargic frame to his chest. They both slipped into an easy slumber then, 
smiles of satisfaction pasted on their spent faces. Ramona's last waking 
thoughts were on Victor-how could I have ever disliked a hunk of man like 
thislW 

 Chapter Nine 

Scott Davis drove slowly through the quiet streets of San Jose. Strange how 
everyone always seemed to disappear the moment the sun went down - It was 
almost as if they believed the medieval superstition that night air was 
poison, and those who breathed it would fall victim to some horrible illness 
and keel over. He laughed to himself. Well he wasn't dead yet and he had 
always preferred the night air. The quiet darkness of the night made it 
perfect for his favorite past time, fucking. He laughed again. Fucking. The 
word had taken on a whole new meaning since this afternoon when he had 
walked into the town house to screw Ramona silly and he had seen his own 
wife masturbating in the other room! His anger had turned into the wildest 
climax of his life. Imagine his frigid little wife turning into the hot 
little piece she had. 

He looked down at his curvaceous young wife sleeping beside him on the front 
seat, and smiled. She had turned her face towards him, her cheek pressed 
against the plastic upholstery of the back of the seat. All the weight of 
her body was balanced at that point and it looked as though she would come 
spilling over onto his lap at the slightest move of the car. He thought 
about that for a moment and liked the idea. His eyes caught on her moistly 
glistening, slightly puckered mouth. In sleep, her full pink lips were 
slightly parted, and they opened and closed softly as she breathed, he 
lewdly pictured them slipping over the head of his slowly stiffening, 
half-erect cock, then opening and closing around ft. After this afternoon, 
he didn't know if he would ever get enough of her. The fact of the matter 
was, he wanted her even now, even after their wild afternoon they had had, 
just seeing her lying there beside him was enough to make him conscious of 
the restricting tightness of his slacks. He tried sitting in another 
position hoping the tightness would go away, but it didn't help. He had a 
feeling that the only thing that would help him would be to get home as fast 
as he could and fuck the hell out of his wife. He shifted uncomfortably in 
the seat, as the thought of his wife, Connie, made his discomfort all the 
more apparent. 

"Connie," he touched her lightly on the thigh. "Connie, wake up, we're 
home." 

She groaned lightly and opened her eyes. She stretched lavishly and sat up. 
"Oh I'm sorry I fell asleep dear, I didn't intend to." 

"That's okay, but let's hurry and get inside, there's something I want to 
show you." 

He turned to look at her, and his eyes widened. She didn't pull down the 
skirt but left it, unadjusted, riding far up her slightly parted thighs. At 
the same time, she seemed to be smiling at him, invitingly, mysteriously. 
There was something suggestive, almost imperceptively so, but still 
definitely seductive in the way her soft full mouth opened just slightly, 
her moistly glistening lips curled in tenderness and amusement; their slow 
gentle movement as she breathed reminded him of the way she had looked 
earlier in sleep, and once again, he found himself imagining how they would 
look stretched widely around his cock. 

"I've got something to show you, myself," she said huskily. 

He watched her walk softly across the carpet and disappear into the 
bathroom, closing the door behind her. Then he sighed and dropped into a 
chair, pulling off his shoes. 

I want to ball her, and I'm not going to get anywhere.... acting any 
different! He thought as he unzipped his fly and pushed his pants down his 
legs, tossing them across the room into the empty chair. Next, the tee shirt 
came off and he sat down on the side of the bed in his jockey shorts, 
casualty setting the alarm clock for the morning. But he could feel the 
crawling, drawing up sensation in his scrotum that signaled the beginning of 
another erection. He could feel his cock painfully throbbing with his racing 
blood. 

His heart jumped to his throat as she stepped out of the bathroom, holding 
only a brush in her hands. Jesus, even with her clothes on she's beautiful! 
He had turned to the side and now her eyes lowered for a moment to the 
visible bulge at his crotch. She grinned. 

"I think we're going to do well together," she said, with a twinkle in her 
eye. "I can tell." 

"Honey you are most observant," he laughed. "I didn't think you'd notice." 
Connie laughed sensuously. She walked across the room and laid the brush on 
the bureau, turning her back to him. He could feel the flood continuing to 
gorge warmly into his cock, straining his long thick member against the 
restricting tightness of his jockey shorts as she began to undress. 

She took off her watch and carefully laid it on the bureau, then began to 
slowly undo the belt on her skirt. He couldn't see it directly because her 
back was to him, but he watched the movement of her arms and it sent his 
imagination racing wildly. Connie let her skirt drop to the carpeted floor, 
then picked it up and walked casually with it to the closet. Now she was 
dressed only in her sweater and sheer little white nylon panties. His eyes 
glowed in anticipation at the provocative sight of the panties wedged into 
the narrow crevice between her firm roundly curved ass cheeks as she had 
bent over gracefully to pick up her skirt. The firm half-exposed moons 
joggled seductively as she shifted from one foot to the other in the open 
closet door, hanging the skirt. Slowly, she pulled the sweater over her head 
and folded it, revealing the white, naked expanse of her smoothly flowing 
back. Finally, she turned and walked gracefully across the carpet towards 
the bed, her beautiful young body entirely naked except for the sheer narrow 
strip of panties that covered her protruding pubic mound. 

As she neared the bed, he gulped deeply and held his breath. He stared, in 
spite of himself. Jesus, she's got a beautiful body! Her large, gently 
uplifted breasts swayed voluptuous and jiggled firmly as she neared the bed. 
The white flesh that covered them was smooth and translucent-looking, and 
each pink, bud-like nipple stood out tautly in the center of a large round 
slightly darker pink aureola. For a moment, as he looked at his young wife, 
he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his long fully 
erect cock as his eyes traveled warmly down her naked hourglass-like body. 
Her tiny nipped-in waist flowed smoothly into a flat taut abdomen and full, 
firmly curving hips. His steadily throbbing penis strained painfully against 
the cloth of his shorts as his eyes traveled over the small soft-looking 
"vee" of her gently molded pubic mound, snugly encased in the white nylon 
panties. 

Jesus, she sure isn't the same little frigid wife I had this morning and his 
cock grew with the thought of that afternoon when they had fucked so 
completely. He realized that he wouldn't be getting much sleep at night 
anymore with his wife's beautiful voluptuous, lust-inciting body lying 
beside him. 

Connie threw back the blankets seductively on one side of the bed and 
stretched out luxuriantly naked on the sheets beside him, it was all he 
could do to keep from throwing his aroused, hotly churning body on top of 
her lush nakedness. She sighed and rested her head on his chest, her long 
dark hair spilling and cascading out softly across his muscled chest. He 
moved his arm around her, feeling his long stiff hardness pressing hotly 
against the mattress. 

"How about a little excitement, honey?" she smiled. "Did you want to make 
love to me?" Connie said as she looked at the obvious bulge under the 
sheets. She knew he wanted her and she wanted him. She could already feel 
the telltale wetness between her legs. 

"Bitch," he said with a lewd grin. "I want to fuck you so bad. . .. my balls 
are aching!" 

He let the weight of his naked chest come down on her firmly uptilted 
breasts. Then he kissed her hard, his lips flattening hers back harshly 
against her teeth and his tongue plunging wetly deep into the warm moist 
cavern of her mouth. Her wetly parted lips opened willingly to accept his 
tongue, and the nerve-tingling darting of hers against his own caused his 
massively rigid cock to jerk ever more desperately against the confines of 
his undershorts. He wedged his hands slowly under the smooth, gently curving 
hollow of her back, then brought them gradually down underneath her panties 
to cup over her youthfully rounded buttocks, one tender ass cheek in each 
firmly gripping hand. He pulled her warm pubic mound tightly up against his 
hot, rigidly throbbing loins and could feel the muscles of her warm-fleshed 
buttocks start to flex smoothly under his tightly clenching fingers as she 
began a slow undulation of her pelvis up against him. She was willing 
enough, more than willing, but for a moment, he left it like that. He 
savored lustfully the feeling of his darting tongue in the warm wetness of 
her mouth while his hands caressed and kneaded her slowly grinding buttocks 
beneath the sheer smooth silkiness of her skimpy panties. Gradually, he 
began to rub his long, fully expanded shaft ever more forcefully, against 
her soft hair-covered pubic mound, only the flimsy cloth of her panties and 
his shorts between them now. 

The long deep kiss was broken as he lifted himself up and forced himself, 
momentarily, to pull away. He slipped his fingers under the waist band of 
her panties, pulling them gradually down over her rapidly breathing abdomen 
and partially spread legs. Connie looked up at him, expectant and ready. 

"First, I'm going to go down on you! I want to.... eat your pussy!" he said 
in a husky voice, already crawling up and kneeling between her eagerly 
trembling thighs. 

"Oh___Scott," was all the naked wife said, and it was a wanton groan of 
anticipation. 

Once again, he slipped his hands firmly under her nakedly rounded buttocks. 
Then, the tall young husband lowered his head and simultaneously drew the 
sparse triangle of her hair covered loins to his hungrily gaping mouth. His 
nostrils flared as the warm honeyed taste of her moistly throbbing cunt 
wetted his lips and his long tongue snaked out to probe deeply through the 
black, softly curling tendrils. He pressurized deep into the exotic softness 
of her vaginal lips until he found the stiffly pulsing bud of her aroused 
little clitoris. Gonnie whimpered ecstatically and, once again, flexed the 
muscles of her naked young buttocks to push her hotly excited pussy up to 
his face. Her entire lushly ripened body shuddered and swayed beneath him as 
his moist probing tongue made electric contact with the wet pulsating center 
of her being. 

Connie Davis lay nakedly writhing underneath her young husband, luxuriating 
in the obscene sensations coursing through her belly under the ministrations 
of his hot working mouth. I wish he'd keep doing this to me. .v. forever and 
ever! Lewd fantasies of the years they would spend together began to race 
through her mind in kaleidoscopic lust inciting images of sex. I want to.... 
I want to unzip his pants while he drives.... play with him. ... and suck on 
his cock! I want to screw him in every way possible and when we run out of 
ways, why, we'll make up new ones! I want him to fuck me forever, every 
second and minute of our lives. A thrill ran through her at her lewd 
thoughts. As Scott continued now to run his wetly licking tongue over and 
around her hot quivering little clitoris, she reached down to his rapidly 
working head and gently ran her fingers through his long hair. She pressed 
her fingertips softly into his cheeks, savoring the moistly sucking 
sensations a moment longer, then gradually pulled his face up from her 
excitedly throbbing pussy. He's got a cock that's just out of sight.. . ! 
and I've got to have it! 

"Scott," the young wife gasped, "Your mouth is wonderful. I want to repay 
you, darling. Do you want me to put my lips around your cock. .. ? I want to 
suck on you, too!" 

Still kneeling, Scott looked up at her and panted hoarsely, "Oh God, yes! 
Suck my cock!" 

As he pulled himself from between her naked widely-splayed legs and rolled 
onto his back beside his young wife, she waited expectantly. Then, she 
crawled up on her knees between his strongly muscled legs, just as he had 
knelt earlier between hers. But before she could reach forward to peel the 
shorts down his thighs, he pushed them down his legs and off his ankles* 
tossing them in a ball to the floor. The massive hardened girth of his long 
heavily pulsating cock sprung out from his belly in complete readiness. 
Connie marveled again at its length and size. God it must be at least ten 
inches long and two inches wide! The young husband wrapped his hand around 
it and lifted it towards her expectantly waiting mouth, skinning back the 
thick uncircumcised foreskin for her. The round, blood-engorged corona 
jumped out, its bulbous tip shining smooth as pink satin in the soft light. 
Her lips parted slowly and she pushed his hand away from the massive shaft 
curling her own fingers firmly around its hotly throbbing warmth. It jerked 
involuntarily into even greater hardness in her small hand. She stopped a 
moment to scrape her nails lightly and gently over its rapidly expanding 
length, taunting and titillating it; it lengthened and thickened to even 
greater dimensions and its round slitted head began emitting a clear viscous 
drop of male lubricant. Then she inched up closer on her knees between his 
parted thighs and slowly lowered her head, taking the heatedly pulsating 
cock into the soft warm wetness of her mouth. 

"Uuuuuuuug," a low moan of pleasure escaped from between the young husband's 
lust-contorted lips as he watched her wetly parted lips slip tightly over 
his tingling cock-head. Jesus! he thought he was going to go out of his mind 
at the wildly exciting feeling of his long rigid cock sliding smoothly in 
and out of her warm sucking mouth! The beautiful wife slowly began to swirl 
her quivering tongue around the hotly throbbing head as though she were a 
kid twirling her tongue around the world's most delicious ice cream cone. 
Then she flattened her tongue down along the sensitively tingling underside 
and sucked deeply, pulling and dragging on the long stiff length like a 
starving baby at its mother's nipple. She was pulling at him with some 
strength, and the strong suction sent a whirlpool of wild delight rippling 
through his member. 

Instinctively, his hips began to rock back and forth. Slowly at first and 
then with more strength, he rammed his hotly pulsing penis through the soft 
wet warmness of her steadily working mouth towards the opening of her 
throat. He half-expected the nakedly sucking girl to back away, but she 
didn't. Instead, her lips kept nibbling forcefully, and her cheeks hollowed 
and convulsed around the rhythmically thrusting length until more than half, 
of his hot pulsating shaft was buried in her mouth and throat. 

Momentarily, she withdrew her full sensuous lips from his rapidly jerking 
member and sat back on her knees. Connie's hand continued to tightly 
encircle the hot pole of flesh, and she slid back the loose folds of his 
foreskin to expose again the round pink cap of the lust-inflated corona. Its 
slitted head exuded a clear stream of male lubricant and shone smoothly in 
the soft light. With a low groan of hunger, the young wife pursed her wetly 
ovalled lips to kiss his throbbing cock's head, then her agile little tongue 
flickered out to lick and dart at it teasingly. 

Scott shuddered and lifted his head forward to watch as her pink tongue 
wetly licked down the full length of the impatiently beating organ. The 
pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and 
unbearable, and his long hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond 
anything it had done before. As she licked on the glistening wet flesh like 
a cat cleaning its fur, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he 
possessed concentrated down there in the hardened flesh of his penis. He had 
to get his hotly throbbing cock into that tight little cunt of hers... .and 
fuck her! He couldn't go on like this much longer... or he would cum in her 
mouth. 

"Jesus, Connie.. .. that's good!" he moaned. "Stop.... before it's too late! 
I want to put it.... in your cunt.... and fuck you. .. . until you know 
you've really been fucked!" 

Reaching down, he grasped her by the waist and turned her onto her back 
beside him, actually having to force her reluctant form from the wetly 
glistening rigidity of his member. Then, turning onto his side, he crushed 
her tight to him and ran his hands searchingly all over her warm voluptuous 
body, exploring the secret hollows of all of her. His heatedly pulsating 
cock pressed hard against her full resilient thighs for several moments, 
then began rubbing along the entire wet length of her hot, hair-lined 
vaginal slit. 

While he continued to run his hands over her ripe young body, crushing her 
smooth white breasts in his fists and rubbing their small rapidly stiffening 
nipples into his chest, he thrust his heatedly pulsating penis back and 
forth in the smooth wet furrow of her cunt. Scott could feel her warmly 
throbbing pussy moving up and down the tingling underside of his cock as she 
undulated her pelvis up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The cords in 
her wide-spread thighs were like velvet-covered cables pressed against the 
outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when 
he had sunk his warm hardness deep inside her. 

"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered. "Your penis feels so big\ I just 
don't know how I can take it!" 

"You do want it... as bad as I do .. . don't you?" Scott gasped through 
passion-contorted lips as he looked down between them at his long massive 
shaft sawing back and forth in the moistly lubricated furrow between her 
legs. "You want me ... to fuck you?" 

"Oh, yes... ! God, yes!" she moaned helplessly into his mouth, her eyes 
clenching tightly shut and her pelvis grinding. I've just got to have that 
big cock.... in my cunt. ... fucking me. ... or I'll flip! Her naked little 
ass began a more desperate rotation up against his stiffly throbbing loins 
until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body 
and her calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter 
into her. 

With a groan, he pulled up from her and adjusted himself in a kneeling 
position between her legs, staring down at her full naked curves spread so 
deliciously beneath him, her sleek thighs parted obscenely. "How?" he 
grunted, wanting to hear the lewd words spilling from between her 
passion-twisted lips. "How do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Deep, deep and hard. I want you to fuck me ... as hard as you can fuck me! 
I want you to stuff me full of your hard cock!" she gasped. 

As the young wife waited for him in wanton anticipation, she was so aroused 
she was hardly aware of what she was doing. Her hands flitted unconsciously 
over her large, warm breasts, her fingers tantalizing the tingling nipples. 
Her eyes were focused hypnotically on her husband's long white cock jutting 
out from his hairy belly and just barely pressing against the hotly swollen 
lips of her cunt. It grazed teasingly against the soft black pubic hairs, 
causing the agitated vaginal lips underneath to throb and burn lewdly until 
she thought she would die from her hungry need. God, he was enormous, she 
thought, and underneath the lewd anticipation, a shiver of fear ran through 
her. God. .. ! I want it.. .. even if he rips me ... apart! 

"You want me to fuck you now?" he tormented from above, pushing the hotly 
bulging blood-filled head a tantalizing fraction of an inch forward into her 
desire-moistened pussy lips. He waited. 

"Y-yes, you look.... so biiiigggg! I ... can't wait! Oh, Scott. .. please 
give it to me ... nowl Shove your prick into my pussy ... fuck it! Fuck it 
hard, darling!" She was desperate and her hips wantonly writhed in 
invitation beneath him. 

"Then I'll fuck you .. . I'll fuck your cunt... NOOOWWWWW!" 

"AAAAAARGH!" she grunted as he flexed the strong muscles of his buttocks and 
drove his massively rigid cock with a flesh-splitting crash into the hot, 
wetly gaping mouth of her pussy. It entered with a sudden pop, straining the 
small tight ring at the portals of her vagina, then she felt the smoothly 
clinging walls of her narrow, sheath-like vaginal channel being pushed out 
in waves of flesh before his steadily plunging organ. It was thrusting... 
rutting and pushing deeper and deeper inside her... until it had raced up 
her tightly stretched little cunt to the full depths of her belly. She could 
feel her painfully throbbing cuntal walls gradually relaxing to surround his 
enormous presence with smoothly lubricating wetness. Then suddenly, he was 
in all the way into her, and his sperm-inflated balls slapped hard against 
her upturned ass-cheeks. 

"Oh! OOOOoooh! Godddddd! It's so biiigggg! It feels so .. . goooooood!" she 
cried as he thudded into her and his pubic bone smacked into hers. 

That enormous lust-hardened cock was almost, but not quite, too much for 
her! But she knew at the same time that she was loving every minute of it! 
Wanting him to plunge deeply into her again and faster, she pulled her full 
resilient thighs back and mashed them tightly into the round, gently swaying 
mounds of her breasts, squashing them against her chest and exposing her 
uplifted and wide-split loins to him completely. She was giving him the 
fullest access to her, and began to grind her hips slowly and rhythmically 
up at him in a shameless salacious invitation to be fucked. 

Above her, Scott looked down at his nakedly writhing wife beneath him and 
knew that he couldn't hold back a second longer. Forcefully, he began 
driving his hotly throbbing hardness in and out of her tight little pussy 
with all the power of his strongly muscled thighs and buttocks. He pounded 
into her harder and harder, not pausing for a moment and pinning her deeper 
and deeper into the mattress . .. The lewd memory of her soft, moistly 
glistening lips wrapped tight around his cock moments ago, reverberated 
through his mind and drove him on. He recalled the lust-inciting image of 
his lust-hardened shaft sawing rhythmically in and out of her warm wet 
mouth, and the very memory caused his loins to tighten and jerk. The only 
thing better was fucking her. .. like I'm doing nowl He sensed his long, 
rigid thickness growing and expanding inside her wetly clasping cunt until 
it felt as though it was going to burst from the pleasure building deep in 
his sperm-filled testicles which were smashing obscenely into the 
sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks. 

In spite of the pain it must have caused her, he felt her screwing her 
tight-cuntal sheath courageously back up his stiff pistoning shaft, lifting 
her naked young buttocks right off the mattress in her greedy desire to 
swallow all of him. She controlled her vaginal muscles at the same time, 
squeezing and teasing his hot ready-to-burst flesh as tightly and resiliency 
as any virgin. He knew instinctively that she wanted him to rip her in two 
... to subdue her to the will of his cock . .. and he did his best to 
comply. He could cum now any time he wanted to, but he held back, knowing 
from the increasing frenzy of her wildly pumping hips that she was going to 
cum at any moment. He moved his hands to her ripely bouncing breasts and 
pinched and pulled at the erect little nipples in time with his long hard 
lunges into her warm pulsating cunt. 

"Oh, God," she cried, "Ooooooooh, Goooodddd!" 

Connie was moaning incoherently now beneath her husband's pounding body, 
opening and closing her legs around his steadily driving hips as she worked 
up and down his glistening wet cock in a slow sensuous rhythm. Her mouth 
gaped open wide and her head flailed from side to side on the mattress again 
and again in wild uncontrolled abandon. She opened her legs and spread her 
hotly quivering cunt wider to batter and use as he willed, and a lewd 
sensation of power over her swelled through him. He was holding back the 
load of cum building rapidly in his hotly churning balls by a sheer effort 
of will, and he knew he couldn't keep pumping into her at this speed and 
depth much longer. Jesus .. . it's too much of a temptation . .. but not 
now. .. / want her to make it tool His frantically jerking cock felt like it 
was going to explode for miles in all directions! 

Then a high soft whimper suddenly formed on the lust-contorted edges of her 
lips and pierced through the sounds of the loudly squeaking springs and the 
two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and 
she thrust herself up his deeply embedded penis and locked herself to him 
with all the strength of her strong young thighs while her loins jerked and 
throbbed spasmodically against his belly. 

"UUUUUHHHH! CUMMMMING#*FUCK ME! OH! OOOOOOH! YES! YES! FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE. . 
. ! I'M CUMMMMING! AAAAAARGH!" 

She writhed and twisted squirmingly beneath him, panting out her climax as 
wave after wave of shudderingly convulsive release washed through her 
helplessly jerking body. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her 
face contorted and strained under the unbearable explosive force. Deep 
guttural sounds of joy were coming from deep in her choking throat as though 
she no longer had control over them. Suddenly, she held her breath for a 
long interminable moment, then expelled it as though hit forcefully in the 
stomach by a solid fist. Her head fell back as her body collapsed limply 
into the mattress. Still, her constantly reverberating pussy continued 
convulsing and contracting wildly around his long tortured penis, and her 
supple young pelvis moved unceasingly up and down to meet his unrelenting 
jack-hammer lunges. 

The delicious sensation of her warm wet pussy contracting so tightly around 
his thick pistoning cock seared through Scott's brain with the electric 
force of white-hot lightning. He had never felt anything like it in his 
life! He had never seen anything like it either, as her hips continued to 
roll under his with the slow sinuous movement of an Egyptian belly-dancer. 
Even this afternoon had not been so good. 

He had to cum now or he would die! 

Giving up all control, he slammed into her with brutal relentless force, 
hardly conscious of anything but the nerve-tingling gust of wild sensation 
that surged through his body from the tips of his toes to the hair roots of 
his scalp. He grunted into the moistness of her mouth, heard her whimpering 
cry, and felt the tightening of her arms around his neck. His deep 
soul-shattering gasp went on and on into her mouth. The final bone-crushing 
thrust slammed his madly jerking penis deep, deep into the still tightly 
pulsing moistness of her cunt and... the dam burst! He exploded inside her, 
shooting his, hot, liquid sperm deep down into the depths of her openly 
receptive womb. He pushed his hotly squirting cock as far into her as he 
could, grunted his last, and toppled over her in complete fulfillment.... 

Slowly, his cock deflated in her wetly overflowing pussy, but he left it 
there for several more moments, luxuriating in the delicious final throbs 
and spasms until the last drops of viscous white semen were pumped through 
him. He lifted his head to kiss her full on the lips. Then, with a groan, he 
pulled himself off her and fell onto his back. He studied her naked satiated 
form a moment. She lay back and smiled at him with heavy half-closed eyes, 
relaxing as the euphoria of her own orgasm overcame her. 

Jesus, what a body! What a wife he thought, once again. He lay there a 
moment, regarding her, and wiped off his still partially-erect penis. He 
thought of the years with satisfaction, then, crawled into the bed, pulling 
the sheet over both of them.... 

She snuggled up against him, tracing the line of his chest with her fingers. 
As she drew them slowly over his rippling muscles, he could feel his skin 
starting to tingle and his cock growing harder and harder. She scratched him 
lightly with her long fingernails and drew them slowly down towards his 
already hardened penis. 

"Mmmmmmmmm ..." she murmured as she stroked his cock with her nails, 
"Wonderful, it's absolutely wonderful...." 

He began to fondle her large, naked breasts, tweaking the nipples into 
hardened little erections of erotic stimulation. 

"I'm beginning to wonder how on earth I ever thought you were a frigid 
little cunt ..." her husband murmured tenderly. 

"Well, don't wonder, honey," she cooed, "why don't we just see how much this 
frigid little cunt has thawed? I mean, we have the whole night ahead of us 
..." She spread her legs provocatively across his thighs. He could feel the 
soft dark hair from her pubic mound rub lightly against the sensitive skin 
of his thighs and he let out a long sigh of pleasure. 

Connie cupped her husband's large testicles in her hands and began to 
massage the sensitive sacs skillfully until her young husband thought he 
would burst from the unbearable pressure of his mounting desire. 

"Mmmmmmmm ..." He groaned again, and a wild flame of excitement ran through 
the young wife. She was giving him pleasure, wildly exciting her husband 
with the small manipulations of her eager hands! 

"I want you to fuck me, Scott. I want to be fucked again, out of my mind .. 
."she whispered lewdly into her husband's ear. , The skin behind his ear 
prickled with excitement now, and he moved his hips forward until the smooth 
red bulging head of his cock was only inches away from his wife's juicily 
awaiting pussy. He wanted to fuck her, God, how he wanted to fuck her! He 
wanted to shove his throbbing cock deep into the depths of her hungry 
cunt... He wanted to ram every inch of his penis into her vagina and screw 
her for all the time they had lost, of all the times she had lain 
unresponsive to his love-making! 

Suddenly she felt herself being turned over and a shiver of excitement 
convulsed her naked body as she felt his hands take hold of her soft 
buttocks and force them slowly apart. 

"Ooooohhh, yes ... in the ass, Scott... I want you to take me in the ass.. . 
!" She rolled from his searching hands and lay on her stomach with her naked 
buttocks displayed lewdly in the air in front of him, an offering of her 
love for him. 

Her husband knelt behind her, pushing her soft thighs apart, his hungry eyes 
feasting on the sensuous delight of her thin, dark hair-fringed pussy. He 
took his throbbing cock in his hand and guided it between the eagerly 
awaiting folds of her moist vagina. 

Connie moaned as she felt the fluffy curls of her pubic hair being lewdly 
parted by the rock-hard tip of her husband's cock. The thick bulbous head 
moved up and down her unresisting vaginal slit. The contact of his rubbery 
hardness against the soft inner flesh of her pussy made her writhe with 
delight, sending tingling flashes of desire over her naked flesh. 

The young husband felt the long arm of desire reach out to him as he watched 
the writhing body of his beautiful and desirable wife before him. He rested 
his hardened cock against the entrance to his wife's waiting pussy... . 

Then Scott took hold of her once more, and with a playful swoop he lifted 
her up and turned her over on her back on the bed. He grinned down at her as 
her eyes roamed over his naked body, and he felt mesmerized as her glance 
fell on his hugely erect penis. A glow of passion sped through her tingling 
body, and she smiled up into his eyes. They began to play like two young 
cubs, giggling and laughing as they tumbled about on the bed, legs and arms 
askew, thrashing wildly in a love game they both knew would end in more 
serious activities... they had the whole night ahead of them____ 

They enjoyed fondling each other's genitals. Connie's hands slid over the 
heavy dangling sac of his testicles just before clasping the thick head of 
his cock in a hard, teasing grip. Meanwhile, Scott's mouth bent to her 
jiggling breasts, foraging about among them, his head moving swiftly back 
and forth, tongue lashing along the expanded surfaces, lips nipping 
playfully at the already stiff and pointed nipples. Playfully they wiggled 
their way in and out of each other's arms, until quite suddenly they found 
themselves in a position from which they were unable to turn their 
attention. 

Connie's legs wrapped themselves around Scott's neck, forcing his mouth into 
the succulent morsel of her dripping pubic triangle. Their frolicking took 
another turn as Connie's mouth slipped over the thick rubbery head of her 
husband's cock and she swilled her mouth down onto the hot length, feeling 
its burning tip bore a hole into her eager throat. She was trembling with 
anticipation now, from the feel of her husband's tongue which had begun to 
lash against her pussy with long, wide strokes, flatly running its rough 
surface over the soft surfaces, parting the softly matted pubic hair as it 
went. They turned as a solid mass, locked obscenely together in a sixty-nine 
position until they came to a shuddering halt. Scott lay on his back with 
Connie's milk-white body gyrating above his. Her legs straddled either side 
of his head and her wide-spread crack between her magnificent thighs was 
smashed against her husband's rapidly moving mouth and tongue. She squealed 
with delight as the burning sensation between her thighs and the driving 
cock in her mouth conspired to drive her mad. 

Scott's thighs pumped obscenly against her face, as he pushed his loins up 
toward her swiftly bobbing head. The blunt head of his prick would enter a 
little, then half-way, and then she'd let it go all the way back in her 
throat, almost gagging with the tremendous size of it. Her eyes bulged and 
her heart pounded against her chest as the taut, fleshy staff buried itself 
in her oral cavity. They were both breathing hard, and the noise mingled 
with the wet sounds of their lust. 

Scott gripped Connie's gyrating hips firmly and from time to time moved them 
so that he could reach the furthest cranny of her cunt. His tongue pushed 
into the moistness of her vagina, jutting hard and fast like a tiny penis, 
and he could feel the effect his licking was having on her through the 
delicate seismograph of his cock. Their twitching bodies were consumed with 
lust, but each held back so that their tormented joy would last longer. 

When he opened his eyes, Scott could see the trembling surfaces of his 
wife's pale buttocks gleaming above him. Removing one hand from his steady 
massage of her long berry-like nipples, he reached up and spread the full 
globes still further apart, inserting his finger in the tiny hole of her 
anus. He pushed it in up to the second joint, hearing his wife's small cries 
come to him from the far distance of his swollen penis. 

"Oh, God," he thought... "What a woman!" 


End
