The Shocking Swap
by Byron Douglas
(LLP-711)


CHAPTER ONE 

It is doubtful whether any girl on the East Coast was more thrilled when Ty 
took her in his arms, kissed her miracle of a mouth and above the roar of 
the surf, not more than a hundred yards away, whispered, "I want you to 
marry me, darling." 

Without completing the kiss, Rachel Langford drew back from him in wide-eyed 
amazement. "Marry you? Did you say you want me to marry you?" 

He smiled faintly. "Is that so surprising?" 

It was very surprising! Because Ty Anson was not the marrying kind. At 
least, that's what everybody said at the office where they both worked. In 
fact, Shirley Joyce, who also worked at the same office, was even more 
outspoken. When she heard that Rachel was going out with the tall, blonde, 
handsome, twenty-nine year old assistant manager for the Acme Pipe Company, 
she took Rachel aside and asked, "You bucking for a broken heart?" 

Rachel was only twenty-one, and not nearly so wise in the ways of men as 
Shirley, in spite of the fact that Shirley was only two or three years 
older. 

"I don't know what you mean, Shirley?" Rachel asked innocently of the girl 
she considered one of her best friends. 

"I mean you dating Mr. Big Shot himself," Shirley retorted. 

"Mr. Big Shot?" Rachel echoed. "Surely you can't mean Mr. Anson?" 

Shirley bobbed her pretty dark head up and down emphatically. "You call him 
Mr. Anson, honey. But in everybody else's book around here he's Mr. Big 
Shot." 

She studied the younger girl standing before her, for a moment. With a 
delightful, little girl figure that looked as if it were just rounding to 
maturity and long, naturally curly reddish black hair that fell in soft 
swirls around the white column of her neck and onto her slight shoulders, 
Rachel looked the personification of innocence-and was. With a couple of 
years of business college under her tight, slim little belt, Rachel had come 
to Norfolk from the midwest, in search of a career. Rachel came to pursue a 
business career with her ultimate objective-to meet the right man, marry him 
and make him the best wife possible. A job in the secretarial pool of Acme 
Pipe Company was the first step. Going out with Ty Anson, the second. But 
now Shirley was trying her best to sabotage the whole thing. 

"He's dated every girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five that 
ever worked in this store," Shirley went on with her one woman crusade to 
try to discourage Rachel. "And he didn't go out with them just for 
companionship, or to hold their lily white hands. So if you want to join the 
big parade and see the ceiling in his apartment and maybe leave a little 
cherry juice on his clean white bedsheets, you go right on dating him." 

Rachel had been shocked to hear Shirley talk so crudely, even if the older 
girl was known for her outspokenness and salty language. Back home in 
Oaksburg, they talked like that only in the pool hall. But then, Shirley 
would be expected to be a little rough on Ty Anson. Until about a month ago, 
when Rachel came to work at Acme Pipe Company, everyone considered Shirley 
to be the good-looking assistant manager's best girl and for good reason. 
With dazzling dark hair, natural or otherwise, that she wore showgirl length 
and a lushly ripened body that she showed off to full advantage with snug, 
short, dresses, she seemed the perfect after-hours partner for a man who 
apparently liked his sex to come wrapped up in attractive packages. 

"You just ain't his type, Rachel honey," Shirley insisted. "Why you wouldn't 
stand anymore chance with him than Heidi with the chamois-if the woodchopper 
hadn't come along in the nick." 

But Rachel did not heed Shirley's advice. First of all, she was convinced 
the brunette girl was just jealous. Secondly, Ty had been especially nice to 
her since she came to work at the office. 

He had proved himself a perfect gentleman, too, and Ty gave her 'absolutely 
no reason to do anything but go on thinking that he was a perfect gentleman. 
Because contrary to what Shirley had told her, he did not make a single pass 
at her, or suggest going to his apartment, or try to hold anything except 
her hand, for the first few times she went out with him. 

However, she did catch him admiring her nicely rounded breasts and her 
nylon-encased thighs as she sat beside him on the front seat of the car. But 
those things were only natural and normal. Then one night, after they had 
been out several times and had seen most of the legitimate shows in town, 
they dropped into a movie house after dinner. Ty claimed he didn't know it 
was an "X-rated" film until after they got inside and saw a couple of guys 
with newspapers covering their laps, newspapers that moved in strange ways 
once the movie began to unreel. It was a real porno, that showed a guy and a 
gal pretty much run the sex gamut, from fellatio to cunnilingus to 
old-fashioned intercourse. 

Ty apologized and asked Rachel if she would like to leave right away. Rachel 
had never seen a porno film before and while she unquestionably was shocked, 
she also found it fascinating. 

"It's a shame to walk out after spending seven whole dollars apiece for 
tickets," Rachel said, blushingly. 

Rachel was not so naive as to believe that babies were found in coal bins, 
or that a stork delivered them on peoples' doorsteps all done up in pink, or 
blue blankets. But at the same time, she never dreamed that men and women 
went through the sexual gymnastics as performed by the couple up there on 
the screen. By the time reel three rolled around, Rachel was red-faced as a 
raw beet, her body dripping perspiration and the strangest, most 
uncomfortable, warmness up between her thighs that she had ever known. 
Finally she managed to squeeze a few whispered words up past the sandpaper 
roughness that clogged her throat. "Would-would you mind terribly if we left 
now?" 

"Anything you say," he replied cooperatively. 

So they got up in the darkness, slipped out of their seats into the aisle 
and hurried to the back of the theatre. Rachel excused herself and went into 
the ladies room, where to her horrified surprise, she found the crotch of 
her pantyhose embarrassingly moist. When she rejoined Ty in the lobby, they 
walked to his car without speaking. It wasn't until they got into his car 
and he turned on the ignition key that he said, "It's pretty early to go 
home-like to take a little drive?" 

He couldn't have made a better guess if he had been able to read her mind. 
More than anything in the world right now, she needed to take a drive and 
let the clean fresh air wash the memory of that offensive movie out of her 
mind. How could a man and a woman possibly do such awful things to each 
other, she asked herself? Certainly it was not natural and normal for two 
people to perform such scandalous acts. Animals, maybe yet. But not human 
beings. 

Once they left the city's traffic behind them, Ty headed his convertible 
south along the highway. They got a spot pretty close to where they were 
right now, when he slowed the car to a crawl and asked, "Like to stop for a 
few minutes and grab a few breaths of salt air?" 

Rachel had seen all the cars parked at the side of the highway, ever since 
they left Norfolk. She saw no reason why they shouldn't join them so she 
said, "Okay. I think it might be real nice." 

So he pulled the car into the first available space they came to, killed the 
motor, doused the lights and they both gazed out the window at her side and 
watched the waves roll up on the beach. As they watched, Rachel felt his 
right arm slip around her shoulders and his kiss brush her left cheek. She 
turned her head to face him, and he kissed her flush on the lips, a 
possessive kiss ... urging her lips apart so that he might explore her 
sugar-sweet mouth with his tongue. 

It was not the first time that anyone had kissed her this way. Nor the first 
time that a kiss like this sent a weakening heat into her limbs. But always 
before, it frightened her and she fought against it. But not now. She sort 
of welcomed the warm, suffusing pleasure that she felt come slowly into her 
loins. The force of the kiss increased as she sank deeper under its spell. 
She did not feel his hand at her thighs until it was too late to clench them 
together protectively. 

She pulled back quickly, her eyes misty with emotion, her full sensuous 
breasts moving spasmodically against his chest. "No, Ty ... please no..." 

"Please yes," he whispered and brought her close to him again, his lips 
fused to hers, his breath and his tongue filling her mouth once more. 

It lifted her when his fingertips made their first delicate caress on the 
passion-dampened crotch of her sheer pantyhose. She writhed and made a token 
gesture at trying to get away from him. But the finesse of his knowing 
contacts brought a nice, itchy glow to her wetly pulsating pussy and rapidly 
drained her of strength. 

"No, Ty, please ... you ... you mustn't," the dark-haired young girl 
muttered against his mouth. 

"Why?" 

"It isn't right." 

"Not for two people in love?" 

The word "Love" seemed to have the same affect on her tummy that his fingers 
had rubbing over her tingling young cunt. In her heart, she didn't want him 
to stop but she was afraid. All those stories that Shirley had told her 
about him. She did not want to be just another girl added to his collection; 
another conquest. In him, she had finally found someone she could honestly 
care for, and she didn't want anything to spoil it. But he was so 
experienced and she unknowledgeable when it came to anything like this. 

Now his right hand had moved down from her shoulder to reach forward and cup 
her girlish right breast. Rachel hadn't worn a brassiere. It had nothing to 
do with the women's liberation movement. It simply was a hot night and being 
a girl who did not like deceitfulness or phoniness in any shape or form, she 
had chosen tonight to let Ty see what she really was like without benefit of 
padded or uplift bra. 

Maybe way back in just one little corner of her brain, she had secretly 
hoped that he would do just what he was doing, take her breasts in his hand 
and fondle them. Although she wouldn't admit that even to herself. Her 
warmly tingling breasts suddenly felt larger, hot and tight-skinned under 
his touch. The nipples swelled with a find of pleasantly urgent glow in 
them. 

All the while his left hand stroked up between her trembling thighs, 
creeping slowly upward over the nylon of her pantyhose onto her naked tummy. 
She knew she shouldn't let him go any farther. But she couldn't help 
herself. In all her twenty-one years, she had never come even close to 
feeling so wonderfully helpless before. 

She shivered under his kiss and went suddenly taut as she felt him stretch 
the tight, elastic waistband of her pantyhose and slip his hand beneath 
them. Rachel was frightened but wildly excited. She had never let anyone go 
this far before. Always in the past it had stopped with just kissing and 
maybe running a hand over her body, through her clothes. She felt his 
fingers in the hair that covered her vaginal mound. It was silky and not too 
abundant. She remained tense, holding her breath as he touched the top of 
her moistly quivering slit. She was embarrassed that he should find her so 
wet. 

"Ooohhh!" she gasped as she felt his outstretched middle finger slide into 
her desire-slickened pussy. Her cheeks turned a bright crimson and she 
buried her face against his shoulder in embarrassment. But the aroused young 
brunette made no effort to stop the hand teasing her nipples, or the one 
moving so knowledgeably up between her thighs. 

It was doubtful if she could have mustered the strength to stop him even if 
she wanted to, and she was not sure of that. In fact, at this moment, she 
was sure of nothing except the incredibly beautiful feeling he brought her 
as his middle finger slid deeper into her tight little vaginal passageway. 
He touched the flimsy elastic membrane of her hymen that told him she was 
still a virgin. It surprised him a little! 

He hadn't thought that many girls, in this era of teenage promiscuousness 
and free love, could reach her age and still be cherry. It was a refreshing 
discovery. Slowly his fingertip wormed its way through one of the tiny 
fissures and slithered deeper inside. Rachel shuddered and came close to 
telling him to stop. But the prominent knuckle at the base of his middle 
finger rubbing over her clitoris made her gasp again and to press her hips 
up eagerly against his hand, really turning her on. She touched her tongue 
to his, then engaged it in uninhibited sexual play, while his finger in her 
tight vaginal opening and his hand on her straining breasts made her insides 
all weak and fluttery, her passion-drenched cunt glowing with excruciatingly 
beautiful sensations. 

That knuckle at the base of his finger was driving her erected clitoris 
crazy. She had fingered herself many times during the past couple of years, 
because she had read some place or other that it was necessary to keep the 
love muscles alive and active. But this was the very first time she had ever 
let anyone else do it to her-and she found it a dozen times more intense, 
more powerful. Her sensually throbbing breasts felt immense now, the 
tickling sensation in her nipples like the whirring of a burr against them. 

She shivered in ecstasy, panting audibly now. It felt as if her fevered 
cuntal lips were spreading open like the petals of a blossoming rose. 

"Ooohhh, Ty! Ty!" Rachel sucked in her breath and went all tight. "Aaahhh!" 
She could feel her climax catching on. 

Experienced cocksmith that he was, Ty knew she was starting to cum. He found 
the right spot just to the right of her clitoris and stroked her gently. 
Rachel clenched her teeth and her legs together swiftly. Her cuntal muscles 
clasped like a steel vise around his pistoning finger as her passionate 
moisture pent up inside her heated loins surged downward through the lust 
widened walls of her virginal little cunt, to pour down over his finger and 
hand and flood the insides of her erotically trembling thighs. She found the 
strength to push his hand from between her legs, his finger pulling out of 
her tight opening with a wet, obscene suctioning sound. He did not have to 
ask her whether she came. He knew. 

She hid her face for a moment against his broad chest. Until he tucked a 
finger under her chin and raised her head so she could meet his gaze. 

"I'm ... I'm so ashamed," she murmured, too embarrassed to even look at him. 

He kissed her on the mouth. "There's no need to be." 

She dared to meet his look of mild conquest. "You won't think I'm terrible?" 

"I think you're wonderful!" he told her and with his arms around her, he 
kissed her hard, even more possessively than before. 

* * * 

During the next couple of weeks they came often to this spot beside the 
ocean to park and make intense love. Rachel had come to look forward to Ty's 
hand sliding up under her skirt and down inside her panties to finger her 
excitedly palpitating vagina and bring her to orgasm. But that was as far as 
it went. That was as far as Rachel would permit him to go. He tried to get 
her to go with him to his bachelor apartment any number of times. He made no 
attempt to deceive her in this respect. 

He wanted to take her to bed and told her so. But Rachel was adamant. Even 
at the risk of ending their beautiful relationship or losing him, she 
refused to go there, or let him go beyond playing with her quivering little 
cunt and feeling her breasts through her clothes. Not because she didn't 
want to do as he asked. But she knew that if she consented, she would become 
just another girl to him the way Shirley and all the others had been. Then 
finally came this night when he asked her to marry him. 

Strangely, it had begun just like all the other nights that they had been 
out together. They had dinner at their favorite restaurant, waited until it 
got dark and then headed south along the highway until they found their 
secret trysting place. It wasn't until after they were parked for a few 
minutes that Ty said to her, "I suppose you heard about the new branch that 
the company's opening in Richmond next month?" Rachel had heard. 

"But what you didn't hear," he went on. "What I myself wasn't told until 
this afternoon, is that I'm being transferred there as a manager." 

"Oh." Rachel felt a sudden terrible sinking sensation in the pit of her 
stomach. Not because he was being promoted, getting such an important new 
job. But because he would be going away, to Richmond. That would mean she 
probably wouldn't be seeing him again, certainly not every night the way 
they were seeing each other now. In short, it would be the end of this 
beautiful relationship she had shared with him. Which is when Ty put his 
arms around her and kissed her and told her he would like to have her go 
with him to Richmond-as his wife! 

He waited only for her to get over the shock of his sudden, unexpected 
proposal and to give her affirmative answer. Then he pulled a small velvet 
box from his pocket, opened it and showed her the square-cut sapphire 
engagement ring that he had bought for her. A little trinket that cost him 
half the yearly assistant manager's bonus that he got from the company. 

He slipped the ring on the third finger of her left hand, kissed her again 
and asked, "Now will you go to my apartment with me?" 

She returned his kiss and said, "Sorry, darling. But a long time ago, I made 
myself a promise. Silly and old fashioned maybe. But I promised myself that 
I wouldn't give myself to any man-except my husband-on our wedding night." 

"That's the goddamnest thing I ever heard," he ranted. "You afraid I'll back 
out or something?" 

"I hope not, darling. I hope not with all my heart and soul," she told him 
with deep sincerity. "But people have been known to change their minds-and 
well-if this should happen, I'd have broken my promise." 

"But it's not going to happen," he insisted. 

She kissed his pouting mouth again. "Please, my darling. Do this one thing 
for me. Wait just a little while longer and I promise you, on our wedding 
night I'll more than make it up to you. I'll let you do anything you want to 
me-and I'll do anything you ask me to, to you. Please..." 

With her parted lips to his, she let her tongue inch slowly into his mouth, 
letting him taste once again its honey-like drippings. She felt the by-now 
familiar touch of his right hand on her breasts. Of all nights she would be 
wearing a brassiere. She had to. The white blouse she was wearing was a 
filmy see-through. It was only a moment later that his left hand began 
creeping upward along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs. She wasn't 
wearing pantyhose tonight. Ty said he didn't like the restrictions of 
pantyhose. So all she had on was a pair of bikini-type panties. 

Melting under his kiss and touching the stone of her brand-new ring with the 
thumb of her left hand, she subconsciously opened her thighs wider, letting 
his hand have its way with her. 

Ty eased his fingers to the elastic thigh band of her panties and slipped 
them underneath. As usual, Rachel anxiously awaited for him to caress her 
most sensitive flesh and send her zooming. But tonight he only ran his 
fingers over her slippery, velvety soft pussy lips, teasing and arousing her 
to a fever pitch. Then he whispered, "Don't you think it's about time you 
found out what your husband-to-be has to offer you?" 

Rachel tensed a little and swallowed. "You-you mean-handle you?" 

"It would be nice, if just this once, you made me feel the way I've been 
making you feel for the past couple of weeks," Ty suggested. 

He had tried to get her to do it before. But she had always refrained. Not 
because she didn't want to. But for the same reason she wouldn't go to his 
apartment. She was afraid it might ruin everything. But now-well-she didn't 
see what harm it could do since she had his ring on her finger and they were 
engaged. Besides, she was curious. 

"I-I never touched a man down there before," she said sort of shyly. 

He smiled. "I hope not." 

"I don't know what to do," she murmured. 

"I'll show you," he told her. "Just put your hand on my thigh, the way I do 
with you." He waited until she placed her hand, palm down on his right leg, 
just above the knee. "Now move it up slowly." 

She could almost feel the heat of his penis through his trousers as her hand 
moved nearer and nearer to it. Then all at once her hand was covering it 
lightly and she could feel its heavy throbbing. 

He tightened. "Now take it out." 

With her breath bunched in her throat and her heart hammering, she fumbled a 
moment with his zipper then got it open. like taking that first dip into an 
icy lake, she decided to do it quickly before she lost her nerve. She dug 
her hand into his open fly, felt around inside his shorts and found his 
hotly throbbing cock. She didn't allow herself time to think but wrapped her 
fingers around its pulsating shaft and pulled it out into the open. Then she 
had her first look at it in the silvery half-light from the moon. 

"It's so big!" she exclaimed. "Are all men that big-I mean when they get 
excited?" 

He chuckled with male pride, delighted with her innocence. "Not so you can 
notice it." 

"Suppose-suppose you're too big and I'm too small?" she asked still gaping 
down at his size. "Does that ever happen?" 

"I've never seen it happen," he told her, unthinkingly. 

It prompted a question that had bothered her for a long time and now that 
she was going to be his wife, she felt she had a right to ask. "Have-have 
you really had so very many women?" 

He paused to study her eyes. "Who gave you that idea?" 

"Shirley and some of the other girls at the office." 

He chuckled again, amusedly. "Darling, if you believe everything you hear, 
ours isn't going to be a very happy marriage." 

"I'm sorry, Ty," she said and she squeezed his pulsing hardness with a 
reflexive action. She was amazed to discover how good it felt in her hand as 
instinctively she wrapped her fingers tightly around it and began stroking 
the thick rigid shaft. 

His hand still inside her panties was teasing her excitedly vibrating 
clitoris now. That nice, itchy glow had come back into her pussy, 
accentuated by what she was doing to him. She stroked his rock-hard rod of 
flesh faster, the slippery secretion that oozed from the slit in the tip of 
it flowing down its length to saturate her fingers, making them slide up and 
down more easily like a well-oiled piston. 

His right hand was still playing with her breasts and he finally said, "Take 
off your brassiere." 

Rachel hesitated a little taken aback. She had never let a man see her 
breasts completely nude. Closest she ever came to that, was back home at the 
lake in a scant-cut bikini. "Why do you want it off?" 

He squeezed her right breast, gently. "I want to see your breasts, kiss 
them." 

She was shocked. "Here-in the car?" 

"Nobody's going to see you. Everybody's too busy, probably doing the same 
thing themselves." 

Rachel wanted her tingling young breasts kissed. She was all weak and 
trembling inside and her full sensuous breasts felt swollen, about to burst. 
But here in the car...? She continued to stroke his long cock; it seemed to 
have grown another half-inch or more since she was holding it, same as her 
somewhat oversized nipples had hardened and swollen self-consciously since 
he said he wanted to kiss them. 

"Please, darling," he whispered, touching the most super-sensitive part of 
her clitoris making her gasp. "Turn around." 

She sank down a little in the front seat of the car and turned her back to 
him, embarrassed, as she hesitantly unfastened the row of buttons that ran 
down the front of her white blouse. She asked him to reach for the beach 
blanket that he always kept handy on the back seat of the car. 

She draped the blanket around her shoulders then took off her blouse. The 
blanket did not entirely alleviate her bashfulness. She closed her eyes and 
reached around to unhook her brassiere. 

Ty's anxious fingers were already there, unfastening the small tight hooks 
with a proficiency that could come only from experience. Moments later his 
hands were beneath the blanket, and under her armpits, cupping her lushly 
ripened mounds, making her moan with a wild carnal hunger. As his hands 
tightened on the sensitive, jutting flesh, fingers brushing the nipples, 
Rachel became all unglued. She could feel her cheeks flush hotly and she 
heard her own voice sounding wanton as it emitted a faint, tremulous, 
"Ooohhh, Ty..." 

"I knew they'd be beautiful, Rachel darling, but never as fantastic as they 
are." His fingers continued to tease her points until they felt as if they 
would burst in his hands. She turned to face him again. Now, her lust 
growing like a virulent fever, she wanted him to see her naked breasts, kiss 
them as he had promised, instead of just handle them. 

She was still too ashamed to look at his face. Instead, she kept her eyes on 
his thick-veined penis as she grasped it and began stroking it again. She 
could feel her climax drawing near under his gently probing finger up inside 
her shamelessly quivering cunt. Then all at once she watched him lower his 
head until it was beneath her chin, his wetly ovaled lips touching her left 
nipple, encompassing it and sucking it into the warm moisture of his mouth. 
Her back arched slowly and she began breathing through her laxly opened 
lips. 

She tightened her fingers around his heated rod of male flesh and began 
stroking him faster, as he cradled her left breast in his free hand and 
squeezed it as if trying to force milk out of it. She wished she had milk to 
give him. For the incredibly beautiful feelings he was bringing her, he 
earned it. But she guessed it would be awhile yet before she could give 
milk. Probably not until she was pregnant. It gave her an added little 
thrill to think of being made pregnant by him. It almost made her wish she 
had not made that long ago promise to herself and could let him do it to her 
right now. A sudden spasm rocked her and she was well on her way to a 
shattering climax that erupted like a volcano in her belly and wildly 
convulsing cunt and momentarily wiped out all thought. All through it, her 
tiny hand never stopped stroking his long thick hardness. Again, he knew she 
had climaxed. He took his hand from her wetly throbbing vagina and his mouth 
from her breasts and lay back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, 
his trousers open and his shirt pulled up. 

His enormous cock was like an extension rod of flesh standing up at a rigid 
45 degree angle from his belly. His lean hips began moving in unison with 
her swiftly pumping hand. His groin jerked up to meet her hand on each 
downstroke. His frantically throbbing penis, the glistening vermilion head 
of it unsheathed, felt to Rachel like a monstrous live boa constrictor, as 
her hand rode all the way up and down its thickly heated length. 

Ty breathed a little faster, his voice tight. "Aaahhh-that feels good! You 
have a natural talent, my darling. A natural touch..." 

Rachel watched with eager anticipation. Her small hand was getting tired, 
but she never missed a stroke. On each back stroke her fist smacked down 
hard against his groin, as his pelvis came up to meet the heel of her hand. 
His belly began to pulsate and he made a gurgling animal sound deep in his 
throat. She could feel his madly jerking penis starting to spasm and a white 
glob of sperm shot high in the air and fell back onto his belly. He should 
have told her to have a hankie or a tissue ready. But it was too late now! 
The best she could do was bring one corner of the blanket around and catch 
the stuff. She didn't have to be told to keep stroking him. Another blob of 
thick white sperm shot out of him and fell onto the blanket, followed 
instantly by another and another-gushing like a fountain head of life. The 
innocent young girl was fascinated and speechless as she moved her hand down 
to the base of his pulsing hardness and held him that way, watching until 
the last of the thick, milk-like fluid shot out of him and the hardness in 
his long thick cock began to fade away. 

She had long possessed a desire to see a penis ejaculate and now she had. 
She could not help but wonder how many more new and wonderful experiences 
she would have with this man who was going to be her husband. 

* * * 

"You fool! You crazy damned fooi!" was Shirley's reaction to Rachel's 
announcement that she was going to marry Ty before he was transferred to 
Richmond. "Do you have any idea what you're letting yourself in for?" 

"People have been known to change, Shirley," Rachel pointed out to her. 

"Not him. Not in ten thousand light years," Shirley retorted. 

"Are you sure you aren't just a little jealous, Shirley?" Rachel asked 
without bitterness or sarcasm. 

"Jealous? Of him?" the brunette scoffed. "I wouldn't take him on a silver 
plate. You're welcome to him." 

Rachel smiled, "In that case-maybe you wouldn't mind being my Maid of 
Honor?" 

"Maid of Honor?" Shirley paused a moment, thoughtfully. Then her face 
brightened. "You've got yourself a deal! It might be fun to be right up 
close and watch his expression when he says 'I do'. 

He might even get to choke a little." 

Rachel laughed and said, "I'm afraid you're in for a disappointment. Because 
Ty has changed. You just wait and see." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

On the first of November, when the new company opened in Richmond, Ty would 
take over his new job in the new office. That meant he and Rachel had only a 
short time to arrange for their wedding, if they hoped to squeeze in at most 
a five day honeymoon. Also Rachel's mother and father had to find someone to 
tend their grocery store in Oaksburg, Maryland, so they could fly to Norfolk 
and attend the ceremony. 

Everybody said the usual, that Rachel was the prettiest bride they had ever 
seen and for once the hackneyed line was not an exaggeration. In a gown of 
chantilly lace and chiffon against a bouquet of violets and daisys, she 
looked for all the world like the answer to any man's dreams. There wasn't a 
male present, who had reached puberty, who didn't envy Ty the night ahead. 

As for Ty, from the time he saw her coming down the center aisle of the 
church on the arm of her bald, paunchy, fifty year old father, he never took 
his eyes off her for an instant. He, too, had fond thoughts about what was 
going to happen when he got Rachel alone in that little cabin he had 
reserved for them in the mountains. In fact, by the time Rachel reached the 
altar, those lurid thoughts of his had prompted a fair-sized erection that 
he just barely managed to hide from the guests with his afternoon coat. But 
it did not escape the sharp eyes of Rachel's Maid of Honor. 

Shirley may have told Rachel that she wanted to watch Ty's expression, but 
that was not all she watched. From her vantage point, standing beside Rachel 
at the altar, she kept her gaze riveted on the lump throbbing away beneath 
his striped trousers, well aware of, and envious for, what the new bride was 
in for that night. 

Midway through the reception, the newlyweds slipped away to their separate 
rooms to change clothes so they could start on their abbreviated honeymoon. 

Whether or not she did it to drown her sorrows because she had played her 
cards wrong and missed her chance at becoming Mrs. Ty Anson, only Shirley 
knew for sure. But she could not wait for the ceremony to be over and get to 
the hotel before she started hitting the booze with a vengeance. By the time 
Rachel and Ty left the party, Shirley was more than just a little bit in her 
cups and followed Ty upstairs to the room where he was changing clothes. 

Ty was peeled down to his shorts, socks and black-patent leather shoes when 
he heard the banging on his door. He opened it at once and was genuinely 
surprised to see Shirley standing there in the low cut chiffon gown she had 
worn at the altar, her bridesmaid hat slightly askew atop her disheveled 
hair. 

He looked at her eyes, closely. "You're drunk!" 

She grinned tightly. "You're goddamned right I'm drunk. Stewed to the gills. 
The way you got me the first night you screwed me." 

His face blanched a little and he looked up and down the corridor to make 
sure it was clear. Then he grabbed her wrists and yanked her inside, closing 
the door quickly behind her. 

"What the hell are you doing . here?" he demanded. 

She crossed the room to the bed and sat down onto the edge of it. "I just 
came to congratulate the groom," she replied, thick-tongued. 

Ty walked to the bed and halted in front of her. 

"Look-you gotta get out of here, right now!" he told her and made a grab for 
her wrist but this time she pulled it away from him quickly. 

"Oh, no," she protested, looking up at him, glassy-eyed. "I'm not going 
anyplace, not until I tell you what a lousy son of a bitch you are. 
Stringing me along, getting all you could out of me, letting me think I 
meant something to you and then marrying an innocent wide-eyed kid like 

Rachel." 

"I married her because I love her," Ty retorted. 

"Bullshit!" Shirley fired back at him. "You wouldn't recognize love if it 
stood in front of you stark-naked and did a belly dance. You'd just see it 
as a new pussy. I give you one month-just one stinking month-and you'll be 
sticking your big fat cock into any and every broad that'll go to bed with 
you up there in Richmond." 

"You don't know what you're talking about," Ty disparaged angrily. "Now you 
get the hell up off that bed and get out of here, while the getting's good." 

He made another grab for her, but the curvaceous brunette eluded him by 
crawling away from him across the bed. Then she paused at the far side of 
the bed to look at him again with a smirk. 

"Did I say I'd give you a month?" she scorned. "I wouldn't give you ten 
seconds." She reached behind, slid open the zipper at the back of her gown 
and let it fall from her shoulders. A brassiere was built right into the 
dress, so that when it fell, she was naked to her sensually flaring waist. 

Shirley was really well-endowed, there was no question about that. Her slim 
waist rose to voluptuous breasts that stretched the tape at thirty-eight. 
They were taut and almost transparent white, topped by bright pink red 
nipples, that looked like ripe berries sitting in the center of over-sized 
areolas. 

In spite of all the many times Ty had seen Shirley's lushly ripened mounds, 
the sight of them now, thrust up at him so enticingly, aroused him to a 
fever pitch and made his mouth water. Shirley watched with a lewd smile of 
satisfaction at the rising swell in his shorts. Then she met his gaze with a 
challenge. "One for old times sake? Or are you afraid you aren't man enough? 
That you won't be able to get it up again for your new bride, tonight?" 

As she spoke she leaned backwards on the bed and began raising her skirt, 
teasing him. Slowly she showed him first the bare gleaming white flesh of 
her thighs above the tops of her sheer silk and then-licking her lips 
provocatively-her nylon panties so flimsy that he could see the nest of dark 
hair that covered her vaginal mound. 

"It's been a long time since you felt how warm and soft and wet I am 
inside," she taunted, watching the throbbing growth of his cock and the 
ever-widening circle of wetness on his shorts. She held up a beckoning hand 
to him. "Come-it won't take five minutes ... surely your new bride can wait 
that long?" Her naked breasts and the sight of the lightly covered fire bush 
up between her slightly parted thighs seemed to mesmerize him and he moved 
closer to the bed. But as he started to get on it, Shirley did a quick 
rollover away from him and jumped off the bed at the far side just out of 
his reach. 

"You would, wouldn't you, you son of a bitch!" she spit at him scornfully. 
"You'd fuck me with your new bride waiting for you to start on your 
honeymoon. I knew it! I warned her! She's in for one lousy goddamned life 
with you. You can't change your stripes any more than a horny cat. The first 
bitch shakes her tits and her cunt at you and you'll have your cock out of 
your pants ... and Rachel can go take a crap for herself." 

She let her skirt drop and started to pull up the top of her dress to cover 
her breasts as she turned toward the door. But Ty was off the bed and after 
her in a flash. He caught up with her as she started to open the door. He 
grabbed her by the shoulders and sent her spinning back into the room and 
sprawling across the bed. 

He gave the door a little kick, not bothering to see whether it even locked 
properly. Then he went after her. She tried to get up but he wrestled her 
until she was stretched out beneath him. He hovered over her, looking down 
at her, breathing heavily. Holding her down with one hand, he pulled down 
the top of her gown with the other, again baring her naked breasts. 

She met his gaze with a scowl. "You wouldn't! You wouldn't rape me!" 

"You don't think so?" he leered. 

"I'll scream," she threatened. 

He took hold of one of her quivering breasts and squeezed it. "You do and 
you'll have one sore tit." 

She knew he was not joking. 

"On the other hand, if you play nice..." He didn't bother to finish. Instead 
his head dropped to her breasts and his warm wet mouth covered her left 
nipple and began hungrily sucking. 

"No ... no ... let me ... up, you ... son of ... a ... ahhhhh ... bitch, 
baby," she moaned. 

Shirley struggled for no more than ten seconds. Then as the pleasant 
sensations that his lips and tongue brought to her nipples began to flow 
through her easily aroused body, she suddenly felt drugged. Oh God! He had 
always been able to turn her on like this. There were times when he had even 
brought her to orgasm simply by kissing and sucking her breasts. Without 
conscious thought her hands were at the back of his head, fingers stroking 
his neatly trimmed black hair, pushing his face deeper into her aching 
breasts. 

She offered no resistance as he first removed her chiffon gown and then 
pulled down her panties over her smoothly rounded buttocks. She squirmed and 
made a contented sound as he ran a hand tentatively over her hotly throbbing 
cuntal lips. She was drenched down there, the insides of her thighs sticky 
wet halfway down as she spread them apart, so he could get between them. 

He ripped open the snaps of his shorts and let his long rigid cock spring 
free; it headed toward her little hair-lined pussy opening as if it had eyes 
of its own or was a heat seeking missile. He was going to take this one last 
whack at her. Why shouldn't he? She was a goddamned good lay! One of the 
best he had ever known, else he wouldn't have gone out with her so long, 
fucked her so often. But marrying her would have been something else again. 
She just didn't have the class, or the education that Rachel had. Rachel 
would be a valuable asset to him. Because she knew how to conduct herself in 
public, how to socialize. All Shirley knew how to do was drink and screw. 
Nice people wouldn't even want to know them. Whereas, with Rachel, she could 
hold her own in any company. She had already proven that to him, even in the 
short time he had known her. 

Still, though, "just for old times sake", he wanted to sink his long hard 
cock into Shirley's eagerly quivering pussy and spew out his heated cum at 
the mouth of her womb, just this one last time. As Shirley said, "for old 
times sake". Rachel wouldn't have to know, and his recuperative powers were 
such, that by the time they got to their motel, he would be ready and raring 
to go again. 

Her whole being alive now with uncontrollable lust, from his stroking of her 
wetly aroused cunt and kissing her breasts, Shirley spread her sensually 
curved legs apart so that Ty could kneel up in between her thighs. Finally 
after what seemed to be a century of waiting to the aroused brunette, he was 
finally in position over her. 

His rampant cock, steel hard and glistening with his pre-ejaculate was 
poised only inches from the gaping hair-lined entrance to her hot young 
pussy. He took one final look down at her quivering vaginal furrow and his 
own impatiently pulsating penis. He could see her fleshy cuntal lips 
breathing and famished for fulfillment, naked and stretched in lewd abandon 
... waiting ... waiting ... waiting for his penetration. 

"Now-now please-fuck me!" she moaned piteously, which was what he wanted to 
hear. It never failed to arouse him even further when a woman begged for his 
thick rigid cock as she squirmed in helpless passion beneath him. Maybe it 
was some sort of throwback to male chauvinism but it sent chills of 
lascivious excitement rippling along his spine to see a female in such a 
wanton situation, helpless and at his mercy. 

To tease her until she could stand no more, until she was willing to admit 
that he was the master and she his slave to do with as he chose. He rubbed 
his lust-swollen cock-head slowly, tauntingly, back and forth over her 
warmly quivering pussy lips, then shifted his position just enough so that 
when that instant came, he could ram his long darkened shaft all the way up 
into her belly, burying it to the hilt in her liquid heat. He wanted her to 
remember this last fuck for the rest of her life. It was a matter of pride 
with him. 

The shamelessly aroused brunette stiffened to receive his penis, her mouth 
half-open, her eyes bright with eager anticipation. Tingling sensations of 
carnal hunger were dancing and rippling through her belly. She wanted him. 
God, how she wanted him! If he didn't shove that big, hot, throbbing prick 
of his into her cunt right now, she was sure she would go out of her mind. 
She couldn't wait for him ... not an instant longer! Reaching up she 
entwined her fingers around his warmly pulsing hardness and guided it toward 
the yawning, hair-rimmed hole up between her legs. 

"Oh, ram it, damn you! Shove it in me! Hurt me-anything! Only do it-now!" 
She groaned at him mindlessly, her head thrown back, arms out at her sides 
as she released his hardened thickness and felt it pulsating against her 
sensitive vaginal flesh. 

Ty's eagerly throbbing cock pounded with lewd excitement as it poised at the 
entrance to the brunette's wide-gaping cunt. He was able to hold out no 
longer. Slipping his hands beneath her, he grasped her nakedly rounded 
buttocks and lifted her. At the same moment, he responded to her war cry 
with a gasp and drove his cock into her, almost viciously. He could feel his 
aching shaft slide easily between her wetly heated vaginal walls, soothing 
and refreshing his burning male flesh with her honeyed slipperiness. 

"Aaahhh ... yessss!" she wailed in wild delirium, her fleshy ass-cheeks 
churning in lustful delight against the palms of his hands. Her firm young 
thighs came together around his waist to clutch him tightly between them, 
her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck like a vise so that she could 
bring him down and rub her erotically tingling breasts against his hairy 
chest. 

And then, without warning, the door opened behind them and a voice roared 
out like the boom of a cannon. 

"What in the name of fuckin' hell do you call this?" reverberated through 
the room like thunder. 

* * * 

Hazel Langford, Rachel's mother, was not a drinking woman. A glass of 
champagne on her birthday and wedding anniversary and a little bourbon with 
hot water when she had a cold was her limit. But today for her only 
daughter's wedding, she really fell off the back of the wagon. 

"I don't know how I'm ever going to get through the ceremony," was what she 
told her husband sadly, that afternoon. So, Frank Langford, her husband, 
suggested she take a belt or two of straight scotch before they went to the 
church. But it still did not keep her from making it a four handkerchief 
affair, sobbing all the way through the nuptials. 

Then when she got to the banquet room at the hotel, she began accepting one 
champagne toast after another and as any seasoned bartenders will agree, 
champagne and scotch simply do not mix. Hazel went with her daughter 
upstairs to the little room to help the new bride change for the getaway. 
Instead, Hazel did a belly-flop on the bed and was dead to the world, in 
nothing flat. 

Rachel tried to wake her, but Mama was out for the rest of the afternoon and 
night. Which meant Rachel had to change from her bridal gown into her 
traveling clothes by herself. 

Which also meant that Frank, Rachel's father, was on his own for the 
duration of the reception, a situation that did not disturb him worth a 
damn. In his day, before he began to lose his hair and develop a slight pot, 
Frank had been the Romeo of Oaksburg. Even after he first married, right up 
until the time Rachel was born, the ladies of the town as well as the 
surrounding community continued to avail themselves of his hardware, which 
had nothing at all to do with the merchandise he sold in his store. 

Despite his fifty-odd years, Frank still had an eye for pretty young girls 
and there happened to be quite a number of them at the reception. So without 
Mama on hand, Frank promised to have quite a ball. First, however, he had to 
see that Rachel and her brand-new husband were away safely and that he had a 
private goodbye with both of them before they ran into the "rice and old 
shoes" waiting for them downstairs in the banquet hall. 

He went to see Rachel first to let her know that if she ever needed 
anything, all she had to do was pick up the phone and call him in Oaksburg. 
Which is how he found out that his wife was in slumber land. Then he kissed 
Rachel goodbye and went across to the other end of the building to look up 
Ty and impart the same information ... never expecting that when he opened 
the door to the hotel room, he would find his new son-in-law in bed with the 
Maid of Honor; his wetly glistening cock pistoning in and out of her wildly 
gyrating cunt. 

Which is when Frank Langford made his blatant and unceremonious outburst: 
"What in the name of fuckin' hell do you call this?" 

Shirley didn't bat an eyelash. The booze she had consumed plus the shameless 
arousal Ty had caused in her loins, made her not give a damn who it was. She 
had not a thing to lose. But Ty was different. He screwed his head around, 
took one look at Rachel's father standing in the open doorway, swallowed 
loudly, and died a little. 

"Oh shit," the new groom said. Then forced a weak grin and said, "Ah ... hi 
... oh, Dad!" 

Ty pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of Shirley's tightly clasping pussy 
with a wet plop and, as the older man stomped forward angrily to halt at one 
side of the bed, Ty scrambled off at the far side. 

Rachel's father glared at his son-in-law, fiercely. "You lowdown bastard!" 
he railed. "My daughter ... my only little girl ... my sweet baby daughter 
is waiting downstairs to go on her honeymoon with you ... and I find you 
here screwing the Maid of Honor!" Determinedly, "I'm not going to let her go 
through with it! I'm going to tell Rachel exactly what kind of a no-good son 
of a bitch she's married and have the whole goddamned thing annulled. But 
first, I'm going to have the pleasure of beating your damned two-timing head 
off!" 

The older man started to come around the bed. Though Ty towered almost a 
head above him, Frank Langford was built like a draft horse, and even at 
fifty probably could have gone a long way toward carrying out his threat. 
But Ty was a lover-not a fighting man-nor did he care to tangle with his new 
father-in-law, or face the unfavorable publicity such an encounter surely 
would bring. Conceivably it might even cost him his new job in Richmond. As 
Frank came toward him, Ty backed away until the wall blocked his retreat. 
Then he held up his hands, palms outward to try to ward off the older man. 

Ty swallowed and shivered a little. "I'm sorry, Mr. Langford-but you and me 
fighting isn't going to do either of us any good-and it can only hurt 
Rachel." 

"A hell of a lot you care about Rachel," Frank spit at him, contemptuously, 
as he indicated the girl on the bed, his fists clenched at his sides. 

"But I do! I swear I do!" Ty tried to make him understand. "I'll do 
everything I can in the world to make her happy. I'll be a good husband to 
her. I promise." His voice grew patronizing. "You're a man of the world, Mr. 
Langford. You must know what it's like to be alone in a hotel room with a 
naked girl as pretty as Shirley. I'm sure you wouldn't kick her out, if she 
came to you, asking you to make love to her." 

Shirley had been lying there on the bed all the while, in silence, looking 
up at the two men as they argued, even if she was not wholly aware of what 
they were talking about. The booze she had consumed downstairs in the 
banquet room had finally caught up with her. Only it did not affect her the 
same way it had Rachel's mother. Instead of making her sleepy, it acted as 
an aphrodisiac, igniting a warm, horny glow inside her wetly throbbing cunt 
so that all she wanted was for them to cut out the gabbing and get on with 
the fucking. 

Of course, Frank would have had to be blind not to have noticed Shirley when 
he first came into the room, even though with a sort of reflex action, she 
had pulled a sheet up over her naked body. Now the sheet had slipped down 
again to well below her knees and as Frank turned his head to glance at her, 
at Ty's suggestion, he got his first real good look at her. 

Naked, except for a frilly, French, hip-hugging red satin garter belt with 
four pink ribbon-trimmed garters that held up her sheer high opera length 
hose and with her showgirl length hair splashed against the white pillow and 
her enticing hair-covered pussy-mound up between her fleshy thighs, Shirley 
was a study in sensuousness. 

Ty watched the changing expression on his father-in-law's jowly face and the 
way his eyes fastened on Shirley's firm, oversized breasts with considerable 
interest, He saw, too, the sizeable lump forming in the older man's groin 
area. 

"Man to man, Mr. Langford, you can't really blame me. Now can you?" Ty put 
to him earnestly. 

Most of the belligerence went out of Frank's face, as he kept staring down 
at the near-naked girl stretched out so invitingly on the bed before him. Ty 
saw the opening he sought and delivered the coup de grace. 

"She's all primed," he goaded with intended connotation. "Be a shame to let 
something tasty like that go to waste. Why don't you help yourself, Mr. 
Langford? Shirley won't mind; she probably would enjoy getting it from an 
experienced man of the world. Wouldn't you, Shirley?" 

The naked brunette looked up at Ty through half-opened lids, then shifted 
her gaze to Rachel's father. In her present inebriated and sexually aroused 
condition, she could hardly be expected to ponder any very weighty problems. 
But she did appreciate what Ty was asking of her. The way she was feeling, 
it really didn't make a great deal of difference. All she wanted was a cock 
stuck in her; a long hard cock that would quench the fire burning in her 
belly and breasts. There was just enough awareness in her mind, too, for her 
to realize that it would only be poetic justice for her to let Rachel's old 
man fuck her. After all, Rachel was the one who "stole" Ty away from her. 

By her silence and the way Shirley began to slowly part her legs, just 
enough to invite Frank to get down in between them, Ty knew she was more 
than willing. He could tell, too, by the way Rachel's father moved closer to 
the bed and began fumbling with his belt buckle, that the idea appealed to 
him also. 

The new groom dressed faster than a seasoned fireman answering a three-alarm 
blaze. In fact, he had all his clothes on and was ready to leave by the time 
Frank got his fly open. Ty had started to open the door when Frank, with one 
knee on the bed, turned his head to yell over his shoulder. 

"This gets you off the hook this time," the older man growled. "But just 
this once! I'm warning you, I'm going to keep in touch. I'm going to call 
Rachel regularly to find out how you're behaving-and so help me, if you go 
fucking around and cause her one minute of grief, I'm coming up to Richmond, 
and I'm going to beat the living piss out of you! You understand?" 

Ty smiled faintly. "I understand, Dad!" 

Then he went out the door and shut it behind him. 

Frank Langford frowned at the closed door for a moment, then he turned to 
face the far more pleasant subject stretched out before him on the bed. For 
a man past his fiftieth milestone, Frank was remarkably potent. But 
unfortunately his wife had her "change" when she was forty. While some women 
have a remarkable increase in sexual drive after menstruation stops, 
Rachel's mother was not one of them. Sex to her became a real chore, an 
unpleasant duty. So when Frank found it necessary to expend his energy, he 
played the field, or took five bucks out of the cash register and visited 
Oaksburg's one and only house for horny gentlemen. 

For Frank, his daughter's Maid of Honor presented a most welcome treat, 
since he had a whole month's supply of juice stored away in his cum-filled 
testicles. As soon as his son-in-law was gone, Frank knelt between Shirley's 
delectable trembling thighs and looked down at her wetly glistening vagina. 
The rouge-red lips were slightly parted so that he could look into her 
flooded opening. Her erected clitoris at the top of her hair-lined slit was 
bigger than his thumb. Her thighs were wet and sticky with a gauzy film. 

His mouth watered to taste her succulent little pussy, but he remembered 
seeing Ty's cock shoved in it and the idea of eating a cunt that had been 
filled with some other man's penis, even if it was all in the family, just 
didn't appeal to him. Frank had another quirk. He always liked to first show 
a woman what he was going to feed her pussy. So he withdrew his penis and 
moved forward into Shirley's line of vision. 

Shirley lifted her head off the pillow and brushed a few disheveled strands 
of black hair from before her face so she could see. His visibly throbbing 
penis was every bit as big as Ty's, with an enormous, unsheathed head that 
looked like a shiny glass doorknob that had stayed too long in the sun and 
turned purple. He paused a moment longer, feasting his eyes on the luscious 
sight before him. He had not had a piece as young as her in more than ten 
years. 

The "gals" in the brothel back home were all well over the hump. He was 
going to enjoy this, or know the reason why. He got from between her thighs 
and straddled her hips, inching slowly upward until his naked buttocks were 
resting on her soft warm breasts, her hardened nipples digging into his 
ass-flesh like good-sized pebbles. He kept moving forward slowly taking hold 
of her head with his hands and raising it until the pulsing purple-red knob 
of his cock was within inches of her partly open red lips. He wasn't sure if 
she was going to go for it, but what the hell ... give it a try! 

Shirley did not as a rule go in for cock sucking ... at least not at first 
lay. But right now, with her brain swimming in alcohol and her voluptuous 
body racked with a carnal fever, she was more than willing to oblige. She 
parted her lips and let his lust-hardened cock inch between their sensual 
softness. Then she clamped them down on his penis just below the swollen 
head and her tongue began teasing the sensitive flesh that bordered the tiny 
slit in the tip. Frank moved his hips back and forth in a slow humping 
action until tiny drops of pre-ejaculate oozed from his inflamed organ and 
coated her velvety soft tongue. 

Feeling the warm breath from her dilated nostrils against his cock as it 
slid in and out of her mouth, he groaned with a lewd delight. He wanted to 
drive his hotly throbbing penis down into the depths of her throat, but even 
more right now, he wanted to drop his impatient load of sperm in her vagina. 

He slid backwards, his ass-cheeks grazing the satiny flesh of her breasts 
again, then across her flat belly until he had repositioned himself once 
again between her widespread legs. Sucking on his cock, even for those few 
moments, had really turned her on. Frank paused a moment, with his 
saliva-coated penis pulsing just above her erotically squirming vaginal 
mound and his great sperm-laden balls dangling over the eager triangle of 
her exposed little pussy. Her ripely straining breasts suddenly seemed to 
fascinate him. He reached forward and ran his fingers over the tips of her 
lust-swollen nipples until her naked body was writhing passionately beneath 
him. Grinning at her obvious need to fuck, Frank deliberately teased her by 
letting his throbbing cock glide up and down the length of her hot belly, 
leaving snail-trails of his fluid excitement on her flesh. 

"Ooohhh yes ... yesss ... now..." she moaned deliciously. "No more teasing, 
please ... put it in me...." 

As he heeded her request and moved back until he was kneeling between her 
legs once more, Shirley reached down and used the index finger of each hand 
to spread her hotly quivering vaginal lips, holding the layers of sensitive 
flesh aside so they would not interfere with his entry. Frank took dead aim 
at her opening with his cockhead and pushed forward. His rigidly pulsating 
hardness slid between the soft, gushy walls of her hot little passageway as 
easily as a hot knife piercing a slab of partly melted butter. 

He kept burrowing into her throbbing cuntal wetness, deeper and deeper, 
finding no resistance in the wantonly squirming girl beneath him as he 
brought joy and satisfaction to her flame-searing hole ... her entire body. 
She moaned, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access to 
her yawning, passion-flooded cunt. She wanted to rub her erotically tingling 
breasts against his hairy chest, the way she did with Ty, but supporting 
himself straight-armed above her, he was too far away for her to reach him. 

He rammed forward, deep up into her cock-devouring little belly. Most of the 
time when he did that, his bigness caused the women to groan and scream for 
mercy. But not Shirley! By God, this hot little bitch would take all he had 
to offer and then some. He rammed forward with everything he had, hoping to 
at least make her wince. But she just crooned contentedly as she felt his 
lust-inflated cock sink all the way into her warmly welcoming pussy, right 
up to the hilt. She could feel his sperm-filled balls, too, slapping gently 
against her trembling buttocks as he screwed her deep down into the 
mattress, just in case she tried to escape impalement from his throbbing 
hugeness. But that she knew, was merely a figment of his enlarged male ego, 
and gladly she jerked her legs out wide at either side of his solidly-packed 
body, kicking in wild abandon in an effort to get more and more of his rigid 
instrument inside her quivering cuntal passageway. Shirley had not the 
slightest intention of trying to get away from him now, for she was too 
happy at feeling his hardened thickness embedded deep inside her belly. She 
loved it! 

"Ooohhh ... good ... good ... so goooddd!" she chanted as his powerful body 
came down against her, his chest flattening her breasts beneath him. 

He looked down at her with a lascivious grin of triumph on his lips. Her 
pretty face was contorted in exquisite pain as his lust-swollen cock-head 
pressed against her womb like a huge boulder. Her legs stiffened out at each 
side of him for a moment, heels dug into the mattress as she lifted herself 
and rubbed her pelvis against his, lewdly and in invitation to do what he 
willed with her. 

He looked down at her again and could see his thick black wet pubic hair 
entwined with her own curly tendrils, just above the white base of his 
swollen cock that was buried in her moistly heated pussy furrow. He watched 
the fevered pink lips of her vagina expanded almost as far as they go, the 
rubber-like outer rim gripping the blood-imbued base of his cock, sucking 
like a second mouth as her deeper muscles twitched and rippled against his 
hardness. 

Frank held there for a moment enjoying to the fullest the sight of this 
lovely young thing impaled beneath him, his virile fifty-five year old cock 
buried to the hilt into her twenty-four year old belly. Then slowly he felt 
her legs start to climb until they were wrapped around his middle, her 
ankles locked at the small of his back. Then her arms went up and around his 
neck, bringing his mouth down to hers so he could kiss her while they 
fucked. 

"Ooohhh," she whimpered against his mouth as she felt his huge pulsating 
penis expand even more, stretching the hotly clasping walls of her cunt 
further apart. "Ooohhh ... fuck me. Hard. Bang as hard as you like." 

He would bang the little bitch all right! He would make her think that his 
cock was coming out of her mouth. But not all at once. First, he set a slow 
teasing tempo timed with his throbs. He watched the gradual increase in her 
breathing as soft, incoherent sounds of lewd pleasure came from her panting 
mouth in rhythm with the gentle in-and-out movement of his penis. 

"Ooohhh ... faster ... harder!" she wailed, her tongue wildly licking her 
lips, then darting into his mouth. 

He could feel her urgent throbbing around the super-sensitive knob of his 
penis. Her wetly clinging vaginal flesh began a soft opening and closing as 
if trying to suck his heated length deeper into her hot cuntal cavity. He 
continued his slow rhythmic jabs into the still wildly squirming girl 
fastened to his belly. He found it almost impossible to hold back as her 
squeals of pleasure grew louder, more intense. 

He watched her head loll from side to side, the muscles in her neck drawn 
tautly as she ground her pelvis against him almost cruelly. He answered her 
not by increasing the tempo-as she wanted him to do-but by pulling back 
until only the swollen head of his cock remained inside her wildly twitching 
pussy, into her liquid heat as deeply as his thick shaft would go. He could 
feel her straining against him, in utter abandon, a half-crazed smile of 
ecstasy playing upon her mouth, as she began meeting him jarring thrust for 
jarring thrust. He knew she was straining to cum-the juices of her milking 
cunt were flowing freely. Their rasping breathing and the obscene sound of 
the in-and-out of their fucking motion filling the room. 

Suddenly Shirley thrust up sharply against his pistoning hardness, her back 
arched off the bed, her frantically convulsing cunt glued to his penis, and 
she held there. "Ooohhh, God! It's ... it's here ... I'm cuuuuuummmmmming!" 

And she did! Taking her legs from around his waist, her naked young body 
began spasming uncontrollably as her liquid lust oozed from her wetly 
spasming cunt, submerging his deeply embedded staff in her before trickling 
the deep crevice of her still up-thrust buttocks. Her fluid passion drenched 
the inside of her wearily quivering thighs and her black stockings almost 
down to her knees and saturated his cum-filled scrotum resting against her 
tightly puckering anus. 

Rachel's father had held still against the wildly writhing brunette as long 
as he could. But as she frantically humped out the last of her orgasm, he 
began moving against her again, making long hard strokes into her sopping 
passageway, really banging her now. She was right there with him, groaning 
in a sort of mindless lust as she once-again offered up her tight little 
cunt for him to plunder, each jackhammer thrust of his huge cock seeming to 
drive her deeper and deeper into the yielding mattress beneath her. 

She could feel his giant cock-head easily sliding up and down the hot length 
of her vaginal tunnel like a feathery piston, could feel the rhythmic slap 
of his hairy balls against her sensitive anal opening on each of his 
downstrokes. With her legs still splayed wide out at each side of him, 
Shirley reached up and grasped hold of his rock-hard buttocks, so she could 
thrust her belly shamelessly up and down his skewer as she felt a second 
climax catching on. It would be so nice if they could cum together and to 
this end, she sucked voraciously on his tongue that he had shoved into her 
mouth, swallowing his saliva as her greedily milking cunt yearned to swallow 
his virile sperm. 

And then finally Frank could feel the explosion building up in his aching 
balls. He was ready to detonate. 

She could feel his burgeoning cock stiffening, expanding inside her. She 
knew the big moment was at hand, too, and she encouraged it every way 
possible. 

"Cum in me," she breathed against his lips. "Don't be afraid, just let it 
go. I'm on the pill. Fill me with ... ah ... oh ... your ... CUM!" 

He reached beneath her and dug his fingers into her firm young buttocks, 
lifting her, gluing her belly once more to his, his wildly jerking cock 
rammed as far in her hot little pussy as it would go, his tongue far down 
into her throat again. Shirley gasped in obscene pleasure as she felt his 
massive penis flare into alarming bigness that for an instant she feared 
would rip apart her womb. Moments later, his thick shaft began to spurt. She 
could feel the hot torrent of cum shoot into her like a sudden eruption of 
lava from a long threatening volcano. 

His climax started the machinery of her second orgasm into motion, and the 
writhing young brunette cried out in rapture as her convulsing vagina 
clasped his spewing penis, her cuntal walls again spilling her own liquid 
sweetness to mix with his thicker, milkier, stickier fluid in the already 
overflowing depths of her spasming vaginal passageway. The thrashing young 
girl lifted her legs and reached around under them to desperately milk his 
heavy balls as she quivered in ecstasy beneath him. 

His huge pulsating hardness continued to jerk to its completion; the hot 
heavy spurts of his passion spitting from its head and filling her womb 
before dribbling down out of her contracting pussy lips to form a widening 
puddle of lust on the sheet and mattress beneath her.... 

As Frank pulled his gradually deflating penis out from between Shirley's 
passion-drenched loins, she let out a final moan of satisfaction. Her 
cat-like green eyes opened for a moment, trying to bring the blurry image 
before her into sharp focus. 

"That was a good one ... a real good one. We'll have to try that ... 
again..." she muttered, then with a faint tired smile, she closed her eyes 
and fell into sound sleep. 

Frank would have liked to stay with her and fuck her again. But maybe if he 
left and hurried downstairs, he could still see Rachel and her new husband 
before they left. So he got off the bed, tucked his withered penis inside 
his trousers and zipped up his fly. With another longing glance at the 
deliciously naked figure on the bed, he gently pulled the top sheet up over 
her, left the room and hurried to the self-service elevator outside in the 
corridor. He rode down to the main floor where the banquet hall was located, 
then followed the noise and the crowd to the main entrance of the hotel, 
getting there just in time to see Ty's convertible with a big sign on the 
back of it that said, "Just Married", pull away from the curb. He saw Rachel 
lean out the side window of the car and wave goodbye. But he couldn't be 
sure whether she was waving to him, or to the crowd; whether or not she even 
knew he was there. 

Several of the guests who knew him shook his hand and slapped him on the 
back and once again offered their congratulations. He acknowledged all of 
them with a gracious smile. But his mind was back upstairs in that little 
room where he left Shirley. 

Now that Rachel and her new husband were gone and his missus was asleep for 
the night, there was not a damn reason in the world why he shouldn't rejoin 
the luscious young brunette for another go-around. 

* * * 

After stopping off for dinner and picking up a bottle of champagne and two 
glasses, it was shortly after dark when they finally checked into their 
cabin. For Rachel it was very exciting to be registered as "Mr. and Mrs. Ty 
Anson", then carried across the threshold and deposited gently on the big 
double bed. It was thrilling and just a little frightening, especially for a 
virgin like Rachel, to find herself alone with a man in a cabin, even if the 
man was her husband; to have him get onto the bed with her and begin making 
love to her. 

Even though Ty had done all these things to her before, even though she had 
held his penis in her hand and masturbated him, this was different. Tonight 
she would know what it was like to feel his male flesh up inside her, to 
lose her virginity, to have him ejaculate in her belly instead of in her 
hand. It promised to be a wonderful new experience for her-yet at the same 
time she could not help but have some fear. She had heard so many terrifying 
tales. How some men are too big for the women they marry; how it nearly 
kills some women; ruins them for sex for the rest of their lives. Suppose 
she was one of those women? Oh God! What a tragedy that would be, to be in 
love with a man, the way she 'was in love with Ty, and not be able to 
accommodate him. She wondered if every girl had the same dreadful thoughts 
on their wedding night? 

"Sit up, darling," she heard him whisper as he straightened away from her. 

She looked up at him innocently. "What for?" 

"I want to undress you," he told her. 

Her tummy began to tingle. "Let me shower first, please." 

He kissed her half-open mouth again. "Okay-just let me take off your dress." 

She sat up on the bed and turned her back to him, her head bowed, slightly. 

He found the talon at the back of her dress and slid the zipper open past 
her slender waist. He couldn't understand why his fingers actually trembled 
with anxiety. Christ! He had had a couple of hundred girls in his life. Some 
of them had even been virgins like Rachel. He had undressed them, done 
everything to them that a man can possibly do to a girl-yet he never could 
remember feeling the way he did now; never could remember wanting anyone as 
much as he wanted Rachel. Was this what being in love made a person feel 
like? It couldn't be that. Because he was sure he had been in love before. 
Several girls he had even been on the verge of marrying. But, of course, he 
never did. Maybe it was actually being married that made the difference? 
That must be it! Knowing that she was his wife must be the reason he felt 
this way-all excited and sweaty. He brushed the top of the dress from her 
shoulders and as it slid down around her narrow waist, he put his lips to 
the soft flesh where her neck joined her shoulders. 

Rachel shivered and leaned back against him, tilting her head backwards just 
enough so he could kiss her partly open lips, pre-moistened with her warm, 
honeysweet saliva. His kiss sent an immediate flash of heat into her loins 
and her, breasts suddenly felt too big and constricted in her brassiere. The 
itchy ache in her nipples as they rubbed against the inner stitching made 
them feel like something was crawling over them. 

He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her to face him. All 
she had on under the dress was the brassiere, a pair of snug white nylon 
panties, and satin, flesh-colored hose. Rachel remembered how much he 
disliked pantyhose and most certainly wouldn't want to wear anything he 
disapproved of-especially on their wedding night. Ty feasted his eyes on her 
delightfully girlish breasts pinched together like two ripe melons under her 
too-tight, daringly low-cut bra, forming a deep intriguing cleavage. He 
licked his lips and could not resist the temptation of leaning into her and 
kissing the firm white flesh that bulged over the top of her brassiere. 

Rachel felt as if he had put a torch to her flesh, and she had all she could 
do to take his face in her hands and push him away. "Oh no, darling," she 
panted, weakly, her breasts moving spasmodically. "Let me shower first ... 
I'm all perspired...." 

"Who cares," he murmured and went on kissing and licking the swell of her 
breasts and her neck and shoulders. "You taste so good." 

"Oh no ... let me go, darling," she cried, struggling until she finally 
broke away from him and scrambled off the bed. She stood there a moment at 
the side of the bed, panting, and then seductively let her dress inch its 
way off her hips and drop to the floor as she did an uncoordinated hula. "I 
won't be ten seconds." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

As she started toward the bathroom, Ty swung his feet to the floor and sat 
on the edge of the bed facing her. "At least let me help you get your nylons 
off." 

She hesitated and looked at him. "Then will you let me go?" 

He nodded his head. 

She came back and stood before him and let him unsnap her stockings and 
start rolling them down to below her knees. She could see the throbbing 
outline of his penis straining against the summer weight material of the 
slacks he was wearing. She wasn't about to lie to herself. She wanted him 
just as much as he apparently wanted her. But she did want to shower first. 
She felt so dirty and sticky. She turned to go again, but he caught her hips 
and brought her back up close to him. 

He began kissing the naked flesh of her belly and sides, between the bottom 
of her bra and the waistband of her panties. She knew that if he ever pulled 
down her panties, nothing would stop him-or her-and she hadn't planned it 
that way. She wanted to be squeaky clean and perfumed for him. She wanted to 
present .herself to him in the brand-new baby doll nightie she bought 
expressly for this, their first night together. 

Finally, her legs almost too rubbery to hold her, she mustered the strength 
to push away from him and step back so he couldn't reach her. With her eyes 
half-shut with passion and breathing audibly, she said, "I love you, darling 
... and I'll be right back...." 

Then she turned, grasping her overnight case that he had left just inside 
the door and hurried with it into the bathroom. Just before she closed the 
door Ty called out to her, "Better bring a couple of towels with you when 
you come out...." Once inside the bathroom, she leaned back for a moment 
with her head and shoulders against the tile wall, trying to catch her 
breath and quiet her racing heart. Then she peeled off her nylons, unsnapped 
and tossed aside her brassiere and her garter belt and pulled off her 
passion-soaked panties. She reached inside the stall shower and adjusted the 
water to the proper temperature. Then she opened her overnight case, took 
out a shower cap, donned it and then stepped under the spray. She worked up 
a lather all over her body, making sure her breasts, the insides of her 
thighs and her vagina were as clean as soap and water could make them. She 
didn't stay under the shower very long. She didn't want to take any chances 
of losing any of the beautiful feeling that Ty had brought her. 

When she stepped out onto the bath mat, she dried herself thoroughly in one 
of the huge bath towels that the motel management furnished. Then she 
powdered herself down and sprayed her breasts, her armpits, her 
belly-button, behind her ears, inside her thighs and all the other strategic 
parts of her anatomy with the most exotically fragrant perfume she had. Now 
she was ready for her new short nightie; a whisper of blue silk, so frail 
that any self-respecting silk worm would be ashamed to admit having spun it. 
In fact, it was so transparent that Rachel had some last-minute misgivings 
about wearing it-even in front of her husband. Looking at herself in the 
full-length mirror back of the bathroom door, she could see her delicate, 
shiny pink nipples and areolas right through the top; while the panties 
didn't even begin to hide her pubic hair. For a virgin like herself, it took 
considerable courage to put out the bathroom light, take the towels he told 
her to bring, open the door, and step into the next room. 

Ty's dark brown eyes bulged as he beheld the breathtaking form of his new 
bride standing across the room from him in her all-revealing nightie. He was 
off the bed in a jiffy, hurrying toward her. He took hold of her shoulders 
and held her at arm's length so he could soak in her loveliness, head to 
foot. Then he took her in his arms and began kissing her passionately, 
devouringly, delighting in the way she sighed when his tongue invaded her 
mouth. 

"You're beautiful," he told her. "More beautiful than I ever hoped, ever 
dreamed you would be." 

She could feel the tremendous heat of his' male hardness through her 
gossamer nightie. Only the thinness of his slacks separated it from her. 
Strangely, at this magic moment she had no fear of it. She found herself 
wishing right now, that she was taller, so she could fit it between her 
legs, hold it and squeeze it between her nakedly burning thighs. The thought 
of it made her grind her lips suckingly into his; her tongue slithering into 
his mouth on its own. 

She was never quite sure exactly how she got onto the bed, whether she 
walked there or he carried her and put her there. But there she was, 
stretched out to her full length on the mattress, clad only in the 
see-through baby dolls and he was kissing her. First her lips, then her 
throat. Then he pushed up the top of her nightie and bared her warmly 
tingling breasts. He glanced at them hungrily for a moment, then he leaned 
into her and dropped his lips to her left nipple. She gasped and froze as 
she felt his lips gather in the nub and suckle it with years of practice 
behind the adoration. 

The sensation he brought her was like nothing she had ever known before. It 
made her feel all tight and quivery up between her thighs, caused the same 
sensation in her tummy that she remembered feeling going down the highest 
hump on a roller coaster. She began crooning, running her fingers through 
the brown hair at the back of his head, pressing his face deeper into her 
sensitive mounds of flesh. 

"Oh, my darling," she breathed, pressing her thighs together deliciously. "I 
burn and ache down there ... it ... it feels all wild and crazy...." 

"Your pussy feels that way?" he exacted. 

She swallowed. The word was a little strong for her. But she wagged her head 
faintly. "It's ... it's like you started a fire down there ... like it's 
going to burst into flame...." 

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to do something about that. Maybe 
hose it down," was his reply, his wildly excited cock feeling by now as if 
it, too, was ready to blaze. "You just lie back, Rachel baby, and relax. 
Enjoy it." 

He lifted his face away from her breasts and Rachel was sure he was going to 
get off the bed and take off his clothes in preparation for the big moment. 
Instead his head moved downward and she felt his lips coursing over her 
gossamer panties, kissing the lower part of her belly through the silky 
material, skittering over her dark crop of pussy hair. He spread her legs 
slightly with both hands and held them open just enough so that he could 
flirt with her fevered cuntal lips. 

Rachel tasted a brief moment of panic as she remembered that porno film she 
saw that night with Ty. The man in that movie did the same thing to the 
girl. Only he first took off her panties. Ty was doing it right through the 
fabric ... and she was drenched down there. The whole crotch band of her 
panties was already saturated; little beads of her liquid passion seeping 
through the weave for him to lick up and swallow. Now he was sucking, 
drawing her panty-covered vaginal lips into his mouth and nibbling. 

It brought Rachel such an incredibly delicious feeling that she couldn't 
even begin to force his face from between her legs. She could just lie 
there, as he told her to, and enjoy every instant of it without any longer 
stopping to think of the repulsive thing he was doing to her. Repulsive, at 
least in her own mind. Because, same as when she saw the man do it to the 
girl in the movie, she couldn't believe that normal people did such things, 
would even want to do them. Yet, here she was enjoying it to the fullest. 

Ty actually groaned with delight, that his brand-new wife was responding so 
beautifully to his oral lovemaking. He had hoped she would. But one could 
never know for sure. Some of the girls he had known didn't go for 
cunnilingus at all. Same as some at first flatly refused to indulge in 
fellatio, or anal intercourse. But in most cases, he eventually brought them 
around to his way of thinking. Same as he would do with Rachel, if she 
proved a little hard-nosed. Because sooner or later, he planned to teach her 
all the rudiments and refinements of sexual love. After all, a man like him 
just couldn't have a wife who was otherwise. 

He sucked for a few moments longer on her scantily clad pussy flesh, then he 
raised his face so that he could look up at her over the ruffles of blue 
nylon covering her spiked out breasts. "Like that, darling?" 

Eyes closed tightly, Rachel could only roll her head back and forth on the 
pillow without answering. But her ecstatic expression gave him his answer. 

"Now you're really going to feel something," he told her. She opened her 
eyes and started to lift herself up so she could look down at him. But he 
reached up and with the flat of his hand between her breasts, gave her a 
gentle little shove that sent her head back down onto the pillow. "Just do 
what I told you before, lie still and relax-and be surprised." 

He proceeded to drag down her desire-drenched panties. She felt his hot 
breath, then his heatedly moistened lips on the naked flesh of her belly, 
kissing through the silky dark patch of hair that covered her pussy mound. 
Next thing she was aware of was his tongue creeping into the moistly 
quivering opening to her vagina. She twisted upward-in rapture and protest. 
"Oh ... oh, Ty? Ty! Aggghhh...." 

The heavy scented aroma of her vagina incited him further. Driven by the 
thought that he was the first man ever to do this to her and further aroused 
by some sort of strange idea that he should repay her for the priceless 
gift-her virginity-that she had saved all for him, he took hold of her 
lust-inflamed cuntal lips with his fingers, peeled them back to expose the 
pink pearl of her womanhood and began lashing it with the flat of his 
tongue. 

Rachel groaned, shivered, and began thrashing about on the bed, kicking her 
legs out wildly at each side of him. "Oh, no, Ty," she got out through her 
choked throat. "You mustn't, my darling ... you mustn't ... it isn't 
right...." 

He paused a moment. "You like it, don't you?" 

"Oh yes ... yes ... it's incredible. It makes me want to yell and sob. Makes 
me want to die with the thrill. But it isn't right. I just know it isn't. 
Nice people don't...." 

"Nice people do," he contradicted. "In fact, the nicer they are, the more 
they do it." 

"Honestly?" She wanted to believe him. More than anything in the world, 
right at this moment, she wanted to believe him. 

"Honestly," he assured her. With that settled, he was back at her vaginal 
honeycomb again, threatening to drive her into temporary insanity as he 
licked away on her sensitively vibrating clitoris, investigated her cuntal 
opening with his tongue, carefully running it over the membrane of her 
virginity. Then he concentrated on her erect little clitoris, pursing his 
lips and sucking the ultra-sensitive nerve bud up into his mouth as if he 
were attempting to pull the precious core out by its roots. 

At this point, Rachel went completely sex-crazed. She began sobbing and 
entangling her fingers in his hair, instinctively trying to draw him ever 
deeper into her steaming cunt, his slashing tongue inching her further and 
further into a carnal paradise of wild ungovernable sensations. 

"Oh, my darling ... my own sweet darling ... what are you doing to me? I 
feel so weak ... and ... and crazy. Ooohhh, I think I'm going to cum," she 
hummed. 

And she did! 

With his tongue flattening on her clitoris slashing, sucking with a precise 
skill, Rachel went into orgasm. like a charge of high voltage of electricity 
it started in her loins, sizzled through her hotly quivering vagina and then 
knifed into her brain where it severed all contact for her with reality. Her 
hands jammed his face suffocatingly between her legs, her thighs pinched 
against the sides of his head holding his tongue entrapped in her vaginal 
cauldron, not caring whether he ever stopped licking and sucking her. When 
finally the throbbing in her wildly ecstatic pussy subsided and she returned 
to a reasonable state of normalcy, she looked up at him, hovering above her, 
meeting his gaze. 

"Well?" he asked with an unconcealed grin of triumph. 

She drew in her breath, deliciously. "Oh, my darling, what can I say to you? 
Words can't even begin to describe the way you made me feel. It was 
beautiful. Just beautiful. I thought when I saw that girl in the movie being 
kissed down there ... that, well ... that it was awful ... that she must be 
a great actress to look and act the way she did. But I know now, she wasn't 
acting. Because you made me feel the same way that she must have felt." 
Rachel reached up and with hands that were suddenly fierce and demanding, 
she brought him down to meet her mouth. She needed no persuasion, no 
encouragement to part her lips and send her tongue slithering like a serpent 
into his mouth that was still wet with her own cuntal residue. "I'll never 
forget that feeling ... never...." 

"There's no reason you should," he told her. "You ... you mean ... you'll do 
it to me again?" she asked, her voice signaling her hopefulness. 

He smiled and kissed the tip of her pert little nose. "That, my precious 
little wife, is just one of the things I'm going to do to you. But for right 
now...." 

He dropped his head, suckled a moment at each of her nipples, then got off 
the bed and began to pull off his clothes. 

Rachel never took her eyes off him for an instant. Even as she removed what 
was left of her nightie, a gathering excitement surged through her as more 
and more of his slim-waisted, wide-shouldered body became bared. In spite of 
his reputation as a cocksmith, Ty had always taken remarkably good care of 
himself. He seldom ate or drank to excess because he found out at a very 
early age that both had a tendency to impair his potency. He had learned, 
too, that while women, as a rule, do not particularly go for the 
muscle-bound Mr. America type, most of them admire a man with a nicely 
proportioned body. He found out also that being in shape seemed to improve 
his performance in bed. 

Rachel's real thrill came when he stripped down his shorts and stood before 
her at the side of the bed, stark naked. She gazed fixedly at his long thick 
penis, so intriguing and exciting as it stood out at a 45-degree angle from 
the clump of curly black hair between his strong legs. A hot stab of ecstasy 
knifed through her body at its prodigious size and strength. 

"Oh, Ty," she murmured, enjoying the double-thrill of being looked at by him 
at the same time. She stretched her limbs tautly, trying to ease the 
wanting, the urgency burning in her loins, as she offered herself up to his 
eyes that seemed to be devouring her naked flesh. What he had done to her a 
few minutes ago, the climax he had brought her, instead of quieting her, 
seemed to have aroused her even more. 

Finally he came to her, their bodies meeting and clinging tightly to one 
another, their mouths fusing and devouring with unrestrained hunger. They 
had waited a long time for this moment, and now they would enjoy it to the 
fullest. 

When they had their fill of each other's mouth, Ty relaxed his hold on her 
and let her fall back onto the mattress. Funny, that at this rapturous 
moment, she should think of how wrong Shirley had been when she said that 
she would wind up like all the others, "staring up at the ceiling" in his 
apartment. Oh, she was looking up at the ceiling now, all right. But it was 
not in his apartment, nor was it like any of the others. She was his wife. 

Rachel felt as if she were in a dream, drifting further and further away 
from reality. All she was aware of was his tantalizing hands stroking her, 
arousing almost unbearable pangs of need in her hungering vaginal cavern. 
She never imagined that she could want a man so much, not even her own 
husband, as she did right now. She wanted to feel his rigidly throbbing 
penis pierce her body. Even the fear that she might be too small to accept 
him was secondary to her desperate desire now. She could feel her flesh grow 
prickly with goose bumps, the pink circles of her breasts puckering and 
creeping up into her nipples. 

Rachel licked feverishly at her lips as she felt her nipples distend to 
greater stiffness. Between her legs the slick moisture was hot and abundant, 
her vaginal lips contracting spasmodically, throbbing stickily and wetly 
against each other. She wanted to tell him to fuck her as the savage desire 
raging inside her threatened to overwhelm her-but she just could not bring 
herself to say the lewd word-to be that brazen even with him. 

Ty smiled at her, his expressive brown eyes feasting on her hungrily 
squirming body. He knew by the way she had acted when he kissed her, when he 
fingered her to orgasm during their courtship that she was a hot little 
kitten. But he had no idea that she could be turned on like she was now. He 
could not help but wonder what she would be like once his long hard cock was 
buried deep up inside her virginal little cunt. It would not be long before 
he would know. He moved his knees inside her firm trembling thighs and 
nudged them apart gently, until they were splayed at each side of his legs 
and bent up slightly at the knees. He crawled in between them, the flesh of 
his own thighs pressing against hers. He could see her warmly perfumed 
pussy, open and rotating sensuously with a hungering anticipation. 

Through eyes now clouded with passion, Rachel observed the dim figure of the 
man who was her brand-new husband, kneeling between her widespread legs. She 
tensed as he placed the palms of his hands against the soft, moist, inner 
flesh of her erotically quivering thighs, holding them wide apart. She 
watched in dream-like wonder as he edged his thick pulsating penis toward 
her virginal feminine opening. He hovered for a moment over her defenseless 
loins, a long string of thick white seminal fluid extending from the huge, 
unsheathed glistening head of his cock and dripping into her pubic hair. 

She saw him grasp his turgid length down near the base in his left hand and 
push it slightly downward to position it in front of her eagerly quivering 
cuntal mouth. Then his right hand slipped under her naked ass-cheeks and 
lifted as he aimed his cock at the target-like slit of dewy flesh and dark 
hair up between her legs. 

"Ooohhh, Ty," she whispered tensely, her whole body quivering as he swirled 
his swollen cock-head on her weeping cunt-folds. After a lifetime of misty 
imaginings, she was finally going to know what it was like to feel a man up 
inside her. She was so glad she had waited. So glad that the man was going 
to be Ty-her own dear, sweet, loving husband. She had just one more final 
question. "Will-will it hurt? I mean will it hurt real bad when-when you put 
it in me?" 

He remembered the towels she had brought with her from the bathroom and 
placed on the chair beside the bed. He took that moment to ask her to reach 
them and spread them under her buttocks. They were easily accessible to her 
from where she was lying, without even disturbing the position in which he 
was holding her. 

Once the towels were in place, she repeated her question. "Tell me, Ty 
darling, please-will it hurt?" 

He sighed. "Yes, there'll be some pain." 

"Very much?" 

"Probably-yes," he admitted. "But it'll be short-lived. Then soon as I'm 
inside you and I start moving against you, the pain will be gone ... gone 
forever ... and then...." 

"Yes, darling?" 

"You'll experience a sensation you'll never get enough of for the rest of 
your life," he told her. 

"But I heard that some women are frigid-and don't ever get to like it. 
Suppose-suppose I turn out to be a woman like that?" 

He chuckled amusedly. "Not a chance. A frigid woman could never cum the way 
you did a little while ago. For a few minutes there, I thought your sweet 
little pussy was going to bite off my tongue." 

"Ty!" she said reprovingly but with a naughty smile. Then she felt the heat 
of his pulsing hardness against her vaginal lips again, moving up and down 
the length of her wetly quivering slit, from her clitoris to her anus and 
back again. "Ooohhh, now, darling-before-before I chicken out." 

She hissed and lurched as she felt the head of his huge pulsing penis 
inching in between the wide-stretched lips of her cunt, rubbing against her 
clitoris. 

With his hotly throbbing cock-head poised at her virginal little hole, he 
had a last kiss of her mouth and then her nipples. "Ready, darling?" 

"Oh, yes," she breathed laboriously. "Yes, darling. Do it to me. Put it in 
me-now! I don't care if you hurt me, my darling. Just put it in...." 

It was the go-ahead signal Ty had been waiting for before he began his 
demolishing attack. With a grunt, he shoved his hips forward, his organ 
entering her with a slow, relentless pressure. The virginal young brunette 
cried out and jerked away from him, trying to retreat from the sizzling 
contact of his thick impaling shaft against her tender flesh. But experience 
had taught Ty that this was the most crucial moment of a female's entire 
sexual existence. To let her get away from him, after the initial stab of 
pain, could be the one thing she would remember the rest of her life; make 
her fear intercourse, turn her against it, so that she would never be any 
good for any man. 

Clamping her hips forcefully, he kept pushing his lust-thickened instrument 
into her tightly resisting pussy, knowing that-like a necessary medicine-it 
best be taken in one swift gulp. Barely was he inside her futilely squirming 
cunt when he felt his cock's forward progress checked by her hymen. He 
pulled back slightly, then-unheeding of her whimpers of pain-rammed forward 
again. He felt the stubborn tissue stretch and snap with an almost audible 
implosion. 

Rachel cried with the stabbing pain that shot through her loins and placed 
her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. He continued to push deeper 
into her belly, stretching her sensitive cuntal walls with his hugeness. 

"Oh no!" Rachel cried out finally, piteously. "Stop-please! You've got to 
stop, Ty! I can't stand any more, my darling! Oh-stop, please! 
Aaaueeeeeeeee!" 

As well as he could, Ty closed his ears to her pleading. Because once again 
he knew that this was psychologically the wrong time to stop, to pull out of 
her. Because this is what she would remember-the pain-without ever knowing 
the pleasure that lay ahead. As his wife, he could not let such a thing 
happen to her. If it killed her, he must continue. If it killed him, too. 
Because in all his experiences, he could never remember a cunt as 
begrudgingly tight and uncompromising as 

Rachel's. The inner muscles seemed made of cast-iron instead of membrane, 
muscle, and tissue. It felt as if he were wedging his cock into a vise that 
refused to budge. Every inch of progress that he made into her strangling 
tunnel was torturous, even to himself. Yet he had no intention of pulling 
out of her. She was his wife, and this was their wedding night, and he was 
determined to screw her, even if he scraped every last strip of flesh off 
his painfully swollen cock. And then at long last, he touched bottom, 
glorying in the final cry of pain he drew from her. 

"Success, my darling," he whispered as his belly adhered to hers, sweating; 
flattening her quivering young breasts with his chest. "You did it." 

She swallowed and ran her tongue over her parched lips, unable to blink away 
the tears of pain that streamed down both sides of her agonized face. "Did 
I?" 

"You're damn right you did," he congratulated her. "Took every last inch of 
it." He ground his pelvis down against hers to let her feel that his entire 
long hard length was actually buried up in her belly. 

"I'm glad I could do it, darling," she panted, clenching her teeth against 
the pain that each mighty throb of his giant organ caused inside her 
tightness. 

"You're too tense, baby," he told her, holding quietly inside her, allowing 
her to adjust to the bigness and strangeness of his cock. "The worst is 
over. From now on it's all downhill to pleasure. But you've got to relax to 
enjoy it." 

"I'll ... try...." 

He stretched so he could kiss her open, panting mouth. "You're precious...." 

Slowly, he began to fuck the trembling young brunette, her wetly clasping 
vaginal passageway still excruciatingly tight, making each thrust he made 
into her unadulterated misery. It was as if her strangling cuntal muscles, 
like bands of corrugated steel, were determined to crunch and granulate his 
cock. Then, finally, after what seemed an eternity of torture, as Ty knew it 
eventually would, the abundant outflow of their secretions mixed together 
and Rachel's tightly clasping cavity began to relax. 

For her, as well as for him, agony faded and in its place came an ecstasy of 
mind-bending pleasure like Rachel had never known before in all her life. 

"Still hurt?" he whispered, as with a hand at each side of her raven-haired 
head, he held himself above her just far enough so that their bellies 
brushed each time he gently slid his lust-thickened cock into her. 

"Only a little, darling ... a very little," she told him, looking up at him. 
unashamedly. "You were right...." 

"About what?" 

"Me liking it," she confessed. "You feel so big and wonderful inside me, 
darling." She lifted her ass-cheeks up to meet his downward thrust, holding 
him there a moment deep inside her rippling little cunt. "Ooohhh, I think if 
I had known it was like this ... I ... I just might have been tempted to go 
with you to your apartment." She dropped back onto the bed and let his 
wonderfully pulsating cock piston in and out of her. "But I'm glad I didn't. 
I'm glad I waited." 

"I'm glad, too," he told her sincerely, as he continued to rise and fall 
against her. 

Rachel tentatively swiveled her hips beneath him and discovered this added 
to her pleasure. "You can go faster, if you want to, darling. Hard and deep 
as you like. I don't mind." She began fucking with him for a moment. Then 
suddenly she caught her breath and her eyes widened as her belly contracted. 
"Oh ... Ty ... Ty darling! It's starting again. Ooohhh, that wild, crazy 
feeling! Oh, my God, Ty-I'm going to cum again!" 

"Come ahead," he said, feeling surprise that it had happened so rapidly. He 
lifted her and held her nakedly writhing body tightly against his. "Cum as 
many times as you want to. It's good for you." 

For Rachel, it was another incredibly beautiful first. To be fused to a 
man's naked body, with his rock-hard cock throbbing wildly so deep in her 
belly, while she shivered and shook in the throes of orgasm. She convulsed 
against him for eternal seconds, until her climax began to recede. Then she 
kissed his mouth, his cheeks, all over his face. 

"Now you," she said, her voice thick and her eyes glazed with passion. "You 
cum. Cum in me, if you like, darling." 

"You take a pill?" he asked. 

She held away from him for a moment, so she could study his face. "Did you 
want me to take one?" 

"For right now-yes. Later, after we're settled, no!" 

She smiled and kissed his mouth, trying to touch her tongue to his. "I took 
one just before we left the banquet hall." 

Fact is, her mother gave them to her, with the advice: "Be safe instead of 
sorry. Make sure you don't have a baby until you're certain what kind of man 
you've got for a husband. Love can sometimes blind a woman to an awful lot 
of a man's faults." 

It was not too difficult to appreciate that, due to all the foreplay, the 
kissing and fingering and cunt-eating he had gone through, plus the 
tightness of Rachel's torturous vaginal tract, Ty was very close to cumming. 
Those things, plus the way Rachel began acting, coaxing him to cum, he was 
suddenly at the point where he could not hold out. 

"Ooohhh, you feel so good, my darling!" she breathed against the side of his 
face, tonguing his ear, as her legs climbed on the backs of his, her heels 
locking instinctively against his ass-cheeks so she could gain leverage to 
pump up at him, as if she were a seasoned pro instead of a first-time 
starter. "Ooohhh, cum ... cum, my lover. I want to feel you cum inside me. 
Ooohhh-faster, darling. Harder. Oooooohhh, it's happening again ... cum with 
me...." 

With one final thrust, he drove his wildly jerking penis into her as deep as 
he could go. There, he held his hot swollen cockhead against the mouth of 
her womb. She could feel him expanding, growing to alarming, unbelievable 
proportions. She screamed as she felt the walls of her cunt stretch to 
accommodate him, almost as if he were going to split her belly in two. And 
then his penis began to buck and shoot volley after volley of churning white 
sperm into her womb. 

Uncontrollable chills of delight rippled through her spasming body as her 
third climax of the evening caught on. She shook convulsively with each 
powerful ejaculation from his mighty cock; and each spurt of semen seemed 
perfectly coordinated with her own cuntal contractions. Finally, the jerking 
savagery of her orgasm subsided and she felt Ty's cock lose its great size 
and slowly slip out of her cuntal lips with a reluctant, wet, suctioning 
sound. 

It was over ... her defloration. But that, by no stretch of the imagination 
meant that it was the end. To the contrary, it was only the beginning. 
Because after she lay a while beside him, with her dark head nestled against 
his shoulder, they broke open the bottle of champagne and sampled its 
bubbling contents, then eagerly returned to more lovemaking. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

When finally the long night drew to a close and Ty had fucked her for a 
fourth time, Rachel reached down, took his flaccid penis in the palm of her 
left hand, lovingly, and studied it carefully. It was almost unbelievable, 
that such a helpless-looking little thing could grow to such mighty 
proportions and bring her such happiness. And she was happy. But that very 
happiness was what caused her such great concern. It was because in the 
past, whenever she reached a plateau of happiness as she had right now, it 
had always been a premonition of sadness, a prelude to some personal tragedy 
that brought her joy to a rude and jarring halt. 

That was what made Rachel so worried now as she tucked Ty's lifeless organ 
away inside his pajama bottom, then threw an arm around him and snuggled 
nakedly up against him. Would the pattern of happiness followed by sadness 
persist? Would something happen to destroy what was unquestionably the most 
incredibly happy time of all her twenty years? With those questions 
bombarding her tired brain, she lapsed into deep and dreamless sleep. 

* * * 

For Rachel, the next four days of their honeymoon was like riding around 
inside a huge glass bubble that shut Ty and her off completely from the rest 
of the world. 

Rachel enjoyed everything they did, every moment of the four days they spent 
together. But the highlight of each day was when they were alone together in 
their hotel room. She looked forward eagerly to those wonderful moments when 
he would take her in his arms and remove her clothes, piece by piece, until 
she was naked. Then he would kiss her all over until her body quivered 
uncontrollably and she could take no more of his mouth and tongue and 
fingers. Then he would take her, fill her spasming belly to overflowing with 
his heated jism and leave her pussy purring contentedly, waiting only for 
his testicles to refill so he could do her again. 

Their brief four-day honeymoon came to an end on Friday, which gave them the 
weekend to get to Richmond and rest up so that Ty would be ready to start 
work on Monday morning. So after a leisurely breakfast and one more 
love-making session "for the road , they packed their bags and climbed into 
the car. The company where Ty would be serving as manager had rented them a 
house in the affluent area of the city. The management also had their 
interior decorator and staff use their ingenuity and skill in decorating and 
furnishing the place with the things that had been brought up to Richmond 
from both Rachel's apartment and Ty's apartment. When Rachel and Ty arrived 
at their new home late Friday afternoon, everything was ready and waiting 
for them. 

However, some of the ideas that the interior decorator and his staff used on 
the house did not gibe one hundred per cent with Ty and Rachel's 
personality. As a result, they spent that first weekend changing things 
around, which meant that by the end of each day they were too tired to 
engage in very much sex. A "quickie" and then to sleep. 

It would have been fine, if the redoing of the house ended there. But it did 
not. Every night for the next week or more when Ty came home from work, 
Rachel had a new chore waiting for him. One night it was moving the 
furniture around again and re-arranging the pictures. Another night it was 
refinishing the floors and re-hanging the drapes. Always something new and 
tiring to do that took the edge off their lovemaking when they went to bed. 

Rachel's intentions were of the best. All she wanted to do was make a place 
for him so he would be proud and happy to come home to a house that would be 
"them". But for a man like Ty, who had never had a wife, who never had to do 
a lick of work once he left the office, who always had other people do the 
"heavy work" for him, it was much too much. When he came home from work, he 
wanted to relax and expel his energy in bed with her, not by doing menial 
household chores. 

Having spent his entire adult life with women, both during working hours and 
at night after the office was closed, Ty had learned that the best way to 
handle members of the opposite sex was not to make an issue of anything, but 
to take the line of least resistance and let problems settle themselves. 
Maybe this was the secret of his success with women: to let them think they 
were having their own way, while he turned his attention to other things. 

Following this formula, one of the "other things" that Ty turned his 
attention to was Mavis Hope. Maybe Shirley had been right about Ty when she 
told Rachel that he couldn't change in "a thousand light years"! Maybe he 
would have reverted to form sooner or later anyway? Maybe all he needed was 
Rachel asking to do some annoying chore around the house every night to 
hurry things along! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was Wednesday morning of the second week after Ty had taken on the duties 
of manager that he saw Mavis for the first time. It would have been 
difficult for a man with Ty's roving eye and appreciation of feminine 
pulchritude not to have seen her. 

She moved gracefully and assuredly with the proud carriage of a female 
well-aware of her charms as she walked across the yard, heading toward the 
business office. She wore a pair of white linen shorts that fit snugly to 
her hips and groin, barely covering her well-defined buttocks and showing 
off the long, exquisitely-shaped legs, further accentuated by a pair of tall 
platform white heels. Her emerald green nylon blouse bounced and swayed, it 
was obvious that she wore no brassiere or anything else underneath. Every 
male on the grounds, clerks and customers alike, paused whatever they might 
be doing to crane and ogle her sensually ripened body as she went by. Some 
of the guys who worked in the upstairs offices even came down to have a look 
at her, while the women eyed her long, shimmering auburn hair and lovely 
face with undisguised envy and jealousy. The stares followed her until-she 
disappeared behind one of the buildings. 

By the time Mavis got there, Ty was waiting to greet her with his 
handsomest, warmest smile. From the way her eyes appraised his tall, 
athletically-trim body and settled on his good-looking face, it was apparent 
that she liked what she saw. 

He introduced himself and told her, if he may, he would like to serve her, 
personally. 

She smiled and said, "I'd like that very much." Then added, "I'm Mavis Hope. 
Mrs. Mavis Hope." 

The way she emphasized the "Mrs." dampened his enthusiasm for a moment. Not 
that he had any qualms about married women. It was simply that husbands had 
a very bad habit of sometimes getting in the way. But another look at her 
fabulously-shaped, lightly-clad body and the way her prominent nipples 
traced a line back and forth under the fabric of her green nylon blouse, 
quickly rekindled his interest; his restlessly stirring penis alerting like 
a thoroughbred standing in the starting gate, just waiting for the signal to 
go. 

"My husband wanted me to pick up some papers for him." 

"Ah, yes. Well, I'm afraid you're earlier than we expected. They aren't 
quite ready. Would you like to wait for a few minutes...? " 

"I wonder if I could have them delivered?" Mavis Hope interrupted. "I have 
several stops to make, and I really don't have time to wait." 

Ty smiled and assured her it would be his pleasure to have the papers 
delivered. She gave him her address. 

"That's in Glen wood, isn't it?" he asked. 

"Urn huh." 

"I thought so," he told her. Then as if with a sudden thought, "Say-I go 
right past there on my way home from work. If you'd like, I can drop the 
papers off myself, tonight." 

She looked at him, inquiringly. "I'd appreciate that very much. If you're 
sure it won't inconvenience you?" 

"I told you, I take that way home every night. It's right on my way." 

She smiled. "If you aren't too late, you might stop in for a cocktail." 

His heart began to pound a little faster and he showed admirable control 
over his penis, by making it lie flat against his right thigh, when for all 
the world it wanted to lift its moist head and snap at her. 

As she turned to go, she had an afterthought. She paused to look at him over 
her shoulder and said, "If no one answers the bell, don't leave. There's a 
gate at the side of the house that leads into the gardens. On a hot day like 
this, you'll probably find me out there beside the pool." 

Then she was on her way again, all eyes including Ty's following the 
sensuous wiggle of her smoothly rounded buttocks under the tight fit of her 
white shorts, until she was out the door. 

* * * 

As manager of the company, Ty had to account to no one for his time. As long 
as sales were high and his company operated efficiently and according to 
company policy, he could come and go pretty much as he pleased. Today, he 
chose to exercise that privilege and left the company at about four-thirty, 
which was about as long as he could contain his anxiety to see Mrs. Mavis 
Hope again. Of course, no one at the company had the faintest idea where he 
was going or that he had any intention of conducting his own personalized 
delivery service. 

With the papers on the back seat of his car, Ty followed Harper Avenue right 
through until it became Jessie Avenue, flanked with the homes and estates of 
Richmond's wealthy citizens. Located about midway along this colorful and 
shaded drive stood the Hope home. While Ty and Rachel also lived in the 
Glenwood area, the location and their house itself did not in any way 
compare with the Hope place. Theirs was one of the tract homes in a very 
moderate, middle class section; while the Hope house cost money, lots of 
money, which meant that Mavis and her husband had to be pretty well fixed. 

The brief checking Ty had done after Mavis left the office that morning 
turned up some rather interesting facts. Kenneth Hope was the regional sales 
manager for one of the nation's largest oil companies. His travels took him 
up and down the coast from the state of Florida to the Canadian border and 
as far inland as Michigan. This naturally meant he spent a considerable 
amount of time away from home. He was husband number four for Mavis and she 
had been married to him for more than five years. 

Ty went along the gentle curve of the Hope driveway and shut off the motor 
of his car in front of the big stone house. When he put his finger to the 
bell, he could hear it chime musically inside. After standing there for a 
minute, he touched it again. No one answered the door. 

He remembered what Mavis had told him, so with the papers tucked under his 
arm, he followed the flagstone walk to the right side of the house. There he 
found the big wrought iron gate that Mavis had told him about. He opened it 
and entered the spacious gardens. He followed the twisting turns of the walk 
through the maze of tall, well-kept shrubbery that successfully hid the back 
of the place from the front. 

When finally the shrubbery opened up, Ty found himself in the vast gardens. 
There was a huge pool at one side and a meticulously-clipped putting green 
on the other. Removed some distance from the two was a slate-roofed, 
low-slung building with shower stalls that obviously served as dressing 
rooms and tool house. 

Ty thought at first that Mavis might have forgotten about him coming there, 
because the gardens seemed as deserted as the big house. Then he caught the 
faint, distant strains of pop music. A low-cut hedgerow screened off one of 
the far corners of the pool and he could see the top of a striped 
table-umbrella through the interlaced foliage. 

He walked toward the spot and then halted, standing there for several 
moments in silence, just content to look down at her. Her fingers were 
locked behind her red head, cradling it, her eyes closed behind dark 
glasses, and she was stretched out on a blanket in the late afternoon sun in 
taut repose. She presented an even more sensuous picture than she had that 
morning in her white shorts and green blouse. 

Now the top of her pink bikini was filled to overflowing with breasts that 
were breathtaking in their size and matured ripeness. The bottom of the 
bikini was pulled far down below her dimpled belly button to expose the 
startling whiteness of her untanned flesh against that which had been 
bronzed by the sun. Each time she inhaled she drew in her tummy, then caused 
it to swell gently each time she let out her breath. 

He waited until he had filled his eyes with her delightfulness then he 
cleared his throat. 

Mavis' eyes popped open, and she quickly removed her sunglasses to focus her 
gaze on his sleepily. She smiled at him. "Oh." Her smile deepened and her 
beauty became almost dazzling. "It's you, Mr. Anson. Hello." 

"H'ya, Mrs. Hope," he said, trying to keep his eyes off her breasts as she 
sat up and their full sensuous whiteness showed almost down to her areolas. 

Without waiting for her to ask, he took her white silk robe from the table 
and held it out to her. She thanked him with a smile and draped it around 
her shoulders, making no attempt to close it in front and hide her almost 
completely exposed breasts. 

"I was starting to think that maybe you'd forgotten me," she said as she 
shook out her long, dazzling auburn hair and ran her fingers through it. "I 
thought maybe you were going to have some employee deliver my papers. 

"Have them right here," he told her as he showed her the package and smiled, 
trying, but finding it impossible, to keep his eyes off her breasts that 
more and more threatened to escape their moorings, each time she moved. Not 
that he minded! But she was, after all, a customer and from all indications 
could become a most valued one. He could not risk offending anyone like 
that. He had to play it very close to the vest until he found out whether 
she was just a cock-tease, or the genuine article. 

She glanced at the small traveling clock standing atop the table, alongside 
an array of bottles, glasses, mix, a silver shaker and an ice-bucket. 
"My-it's after five o'clock," she announced. "You are a punctual man. Just 
in time for cocktails." Thoughtfully, she brought the front of her robe 
together, decorously covering her breasts as she got to her feet and stepped 
toward the table. 

Ty was a little surprised to see how tall she was even without her platform 
heels. The top of her coppery head came above his shoulders, and there was 
no question that she was well put together. Yet there was not even the 
slightest hint of horsiness about her. She simply was all woman-and then 
some. 

"I hope you like martinis, Mr. Anson," she said as she reached the silver 
shaker. "I have a batch all mixed. But if not," she indicated the collection 
of bottles, "there's Scotch, gin, brandy ... just help yourself." 

"A martini will do just fine," he said, watching the way the soft silk of 
the robe molded to the sensuous curves of her hips and ass-cheeks. 

She stirred the silver mixer and filled two long-stemmed glasses, turned and 
proffered one of them to Ty. As they touched glasses, the front of her robe 
fell open again and he caught a glimpse of one of her berry-like nipples 
where her top had slipped down. It was as large and luscious-looking as the 
fruit from which it took its coloring. She quickly drew the robe together 
again, then dimpled and smiled sort of impishly as they sipped and then 
downed their drinks. 

As soon as the glasses were empty, she took the shaker again and refilled 
them. Handing him his, she said without preamble, "Tell me all about 
yourself, Mr. Anson." 

"There isn't very much to tell," he said, as he watched her sit down on the 
blanket and fold her bare legs in front of her Indian-fashion. "Working in a 
pipe company isn't very exciting, or very glamorous-except to the people who 
work there." 

She waited until he brought one of the chairs a little closer to her and sat 
down in it, then she asked, "Are you married, Mr. Anson?" 

He wagged his head. "Yes, Mrs. Hope ... just." 

"Just?" she echoed. 

He counted on his fingers. "Less than three weeks. Eighteen days to be 
exact." 

"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "You haven't even had a chance to get acquainted 
yet." Then she changed the subject. "Apparently you're new in Richmond." 

"That's right," he confirmed. "Only since the store's been open. Less than 
two weeks." 

She drained her glass for a second time. "I thought I hadn't seen you 
before." She smiled deeply, again with a sunburst of beauty. "I sort of have 
a way of remembering handsome young men." She held her empty glass up to 
him. "Mind, Mr. Anson? I'm afraid the ice diluted my lovely martinis, 
waiting for you to get here." 

He got up, took her glass and carried it to the table and refilled it. To 
her taste, the ice may have diluted the martinis; but not to his! He 
refilled his glass just for appearances. He had no intention of drinking it. 
Two martinis were quite his capacity, especially on an empty stomach. 

He had brought her refilled glass back to her and started to return to the 
chair when she said, "Why be so formal, Mr. Anson?" She patted a place on 
the blanket beside her. "Why not sit down here with me, so we can talk?" 

He didn't argue. Glass in hand, he lowered himself to the blanket and sat 
beside her. Up close like this, she smelled as good as she looked. Aside 
from the clean fresh scent of her hair, she was wearing some exotic perfume 
that he didn't recognize-one that was sensuously intoxicating. 

In touching her glass to his, a bead of water vapor from the glass bottom 
dripped down onto his trousers, leaving a wet spot there. Quickly she set 
her martini aside, took a small lace hanky from the pocket of her robe, and 
began rubbing the spot-about halfway up his right thigh. 

"Oh my!" she apologized. "I'm so sorry. I do hope it doesn't leave a stain." 

"It probably won't," he minimized. "It's only water." 

He tried not to notice how soft and exciting her fingers were as they 
continued to rub the water from his thigh. It just so happened he was 
"dressed right", and his long thick cock that had been itching and aching 
for her ever since she first walked into the office that morning was only 
inches away from where she was so busily rubbing the still wet spot on his 
trousers. Unfortunately it wasn't behaving nearly as nicely as it did in the 
office. He was trying desperately to keep it hidden under the tail of his 
coat, but it was growing to rather awesome proportions where it was 
impossible for her not to notice it. 

When finally she took away her hand and put her lace hanky back into her 
robe-pocket, she reached her glass again, sipped some of its contents and 
said, "Do you mind if I call you, Ty?" 

"I hope you do." 

She smiled. "And I'm Mavis." Another sip at her martini. 

Ty made no comment. He simply kept staring at her, still entranced with her 
beauty, as she finished her drink and set it down, away from the blanket. 

She gave her head a little toss, sweeping her long coppery hair back over 
her shoulder. Then she met his gaze, intently. "Is your wife very pretty." 

"Very pretty." 

"Prettier than I am?" she asked as she deliberately let the front of her 
robe fall open again. Her pink bikini top has slipped farther down to expose 
her left breast almost completely; the other only half-covered by the pink 
nylon strip. The swollen nipple of her naked breast looked vividly pink 
against her untanned flesh. 

He stared at her luscious mound, then swallowed awkwardly. With beads of 
perspiration standing out on his brow, he got himself neatly off the hook by 
saying, "You're-you're both very beautiful-and both entirely different 
types." 

She smiled once more. "Very prettily and very diplomatically put." Ty didn't 
know whether or not the martinis had finally caught up with her, but she 
wiggled her shoulders and let the silk robe slide down her arms, her pink 
brassiere slipping down still further, suspended precariously now on the 
distended nipple of her right breast. 

"Would you like to go for a swim?" she asked him. "You'll find trunks in the 
cabana that'll fit you." 

"I think not," he replied, swallowing nervously. "I think for right now, I'd 
rather just sit and talk." 

She gave her halter a little upward tug just enough to hide her nipples, 
held her glass up for still another refill and then they made small talk for 
several minutes. She waited until she finished her fourth martini, then she 
set the glass aside once more, leaned into him, her ripened breasts almost 
spilling out of her brassiere again. Without warning she asked, "Would you 
like to kiss me?" 

His eyes shifted from her deeply fleshy cleavage to her sensuous red mouth 
as she parted her lips and ran her tongue over them, moistening them 
enticingly. 

"I'd like to kiss you very much," he assured her, as he moved a little 
closer to her. His temples began to pound like tiny drums and he could feel 
the excited perspiration oozing from every pore of his body as his cock 
started a hard pulse beat inside his trousers and shorts. 

The next moment, he had his arms around her, almost naked body, causing her 
full sensuous breasts to scrape against the roughness of his jacket. Her 
mouth opened hungrily as his lips spread over hers. He tasted her hot, 
martini-laden breath, as their tongues played, and darted-first inside his 
mouth, then in hers. They would both feel the jarring impact of new and 
welcome emotions. His hands, things on their own, slid behind her to bring 
her erotically trembling body still closer to his for a moment. Then his 
fingers moved toward the tiny hidden snaps at the back of her brassiere and 
hesitated a moment to see whether she would stop him. When she merely sucked 
his tongue deeper into her mouth, the snaps and the pink nylon top fell to 
the blanket between them to make her naked from the waist up. 

Mavis closed her eyes and threw her head back, her long, auburn hair almost 
touching the ground behind her, neck muscles drawn taut, as she felt his 
mouth move downward toward her ripely quivering breasts. He kissed the 
heavily perfumed flesh between them, the warm, moist underside of them where 
they began their rise beneath her armpits, moving in ever-narrowing circles 
until he reached her lust-hardened nipples. 

Mavis felt a delicious and sensuous warmth steal over her excitedly tingling 
body, rippling over her sensitive flesh in electric waves with each swipe of 
his tongue that moved impartially from one straining breast to the other. At 
the same time she felt his hands moving down along her rib cage until they 
reached the tight elastic waistband of her abbreviated swim-suit bottom. His 
fingers went beneath the clinging nylon, and he tentatively began to work 
them down off her hips. Suddenly he paused and lifted his head. "Suppose 
your husband came home?" 

"No chance," she murmured, her breath coming in irregular rasps. "He'll be 
out of town until the weekend." 

"The gate's open," he reminded her. "Suppose someone else came in?" 

"The gate was open," she said softly, trying to control her breathing. "I 
left it open for you, darling. But now it's locked. No one can come in." 

She didn't bother to explain, or show him the small remote control button 
atop the table. She simply raised her ass-cheeks up off the blanket to 
assist him as she felt him resume peeling her bikini trunks off her flaring 
hips and down her legs. 

She gave no indication of embarrassment, or shame as he drew back just 
enough to look down at her. Mavis obviously was used to being looked at and 
admired in the raw. She knew she had an exquisitely, beautifully matured 
body and was proud of it. She simply stretched out seductively on the 
blanket and let his eyes feast on the banquet of golden sun-kissed flesh 
before him. And gorge himself he did, taking in every inch of her stunning 
femininity. Her long, gorgeously shaped legs were tanned as was her belly 
and arms and shoulders, accentuating the pale whiteness of her breasts and 
groin where her bikini top and bottom had covered. This whiteness made her 
nipples seem larger and more vividly pink; and the abundant growth of pussy 
hair up between her sleek thighs was blacker, richer, and more luxuriant 
even though it was in sharp contrast to the long auburn hair framing her 
lovely face. 

His watering mouth dove for her naked breasts again and, as she fell 
backwards onto the blanket, he followed after her, pushing his face into the 
soft, warm, pleasantly scented mounds, encompassing the pebble-grained 
areolas with his lips and sucking her nipples up into his mouth. 

Maybe she was one of those rare women who could actually secrete a milky 
substance without being pregnant, or it could merely have been the oily 
secretion from her sweat glands. But whatever it might be, it was sweet and 
rewarding to his taste buds. His suckling really turned her on, too. Her 
head began rolling like a rag doll's and her hips ground eagerly up off the 
blanket as soft mewling sounds streamed from between her passion-clenched 
teeth. 

Slowly his wetly devouring lips began moving downward over her undulating 
belly, feasting on her loins as her sable-soft black pubic hair tickled his 
cheeks. Slowly he began to nudge her thighs open with his hands so he could 
get at the warm, wet, succulent pussy flesh between them. But suddenly he 
felt her hands at both sides of his head, lifting him away from her. 

"Later, darling," she moaned beseechingly. "We have all the time in the 
world to do that. Right now, I want you to fuck me. For the first time, I 
want the thrill of cumming around your prick." 

This was a little twist, usually he was the aggressor. Also, her 
outspokenness surprised and shocked him a little. But he did not know why it 
should. She might look and live and act like a fine lady. But he knew from 
long experience, that all cats are alike when in heat. 

"Take it out," she kept moaning deliciously, in a way that sent a surge of 
lewd excitement rippling through his lean body. "I want to see what your 
prick looks like." 

He did not keep her waiting any longer than possible. He was as hot for it 
as she. Hurriedly, he threw off his jacket and loosened his collar and tie. 
Then he unzipped his fly and pulled his dark, business-suit trousers off his 
long legs, while Mavis watched, eagerly, rolling and panting on the blanket. 
He was glad to get his boxer shorts off, because they were wet and sticky 
and adhesive from his excitement, and his rigidly throbbing cock was glad to 
be free. 

Mavis gave a little gasp and delight as she stared up at his rigid weapon. 
"He's beautiful!" she exclaimed, actually bringing her palms together, 
gleefully. "Fantastic, darling! So big!" 

He smiled. What the hell! He had reason to be proud, and he knew it. He 
stood naked before her for a moment, savoring her lustful impatience. Then 
he dropped to his knees and splayed her legs so he could get in between 
them. "You're kind of fantastic yourself," he complimented her. And it was 
true. She had a sweet little cunt as well-cared for as her meticulously-kept 
gardens. 

In spite of what Mavis had said, he could not resist the temptation of 
leaning forward and putting his wetly ovaled lips to her soft warm cuntal 
mouth. The taste of her warmly quivering pussy was even more heady than he 
had imagined it would be. She had sprayed her cunt, inside and out, with a 
wine-flavored vaginal deodorant. As a rule, Ty did not go for vaginal 
sprays. He preferred the raw, musky taste and fragrance of a female's 
secretion. But this he had to admit was real tasty, especially when mixed 
with her heavy outpouring of heated vaginal juices. 

Mavis let him suck and dig his long slippery tongue into her wildly 
pulsating slit and lick for a moment over her erotically erected clitoris. 
But then she reached down and grabbed his head again with a grip that was 
strong enough to give him a couple of cauliflower ears. 

"No more!" she gasped as she struggled to push his face from between her 
thighs. "Christ-no more! I told you-fuck me! Stick that beautiful big prick 
of yours up inside me and fuck my ass off!" 

Some lady! But whether she was lady or slut, right at this moment, he did 
not give a damn. With a hand on the ground at each side of her, he leaned 
into her, his lust-thickened cock pulsing in eagerness before the gaping wet 
entrance to her cunt. Then he felt her reach down between her legs, grasp 
his rigidly throbbing hardness and lead it to the quivering opening of her 
hair-lined vagina. There, she let him go and, reaching up, grasped his naked 
buttocks and pulled him toward her. 

He felt his cock slide in between the hot, sponge-like walls of her 
passion-slickened cunt. For all the fucking she must have done in her 
thirty-odd years, her passageway was surprisingly tight. Not as tight as 
Rachel's of course, but still not as cavernous as Shirley's or some of the 
other women whose vaginal openings had been penetrated by his long hard 
cock. 

Of course, he had read or heard some place that operations could be 
performed to tighten the vaginal walls, take up the slack in the opening and 
make the entire female organ smaller. Maybe that was what Mavis had done? 
But right now was no time for scientific analysis. Ty was interested in just 
one thing-pushing his cock into the hotly trembling flesh of her belly. She 
began bucking and churning, muttering obscenities that were a match for any 
he had ever spoken, until his entire long length was entombed in her tightly 
clasping cunt. 

"Ooohhh, God-but you feel good!" she wailed, her eyes clenched tightly shut, 
her mouth sucking gobs of air into her cramped lungs. "Oooh, fuck me, honey! 
Fuck me good! Splash your cum around my heart. Let me taste it in my mouth. 
Ooohhh, fuck me!" 

There was no subtlety in the way he began moving in and out of her. No slow, 
easy buildup. There was even less delicacy in the way she fucked up against 
him. With undisguised pleasure, she ground her hips up and down in a sexual 
frenzy, riding his thick rigid penis like a greased pole as he fucked 
rhythmically in and out of her hotly throbbing pussy. 

"Harder!" she goaded. "Fuck harder! Faster!" 

To show her who was in command of the show, he pulled his lust-bulging 
instrument out of her clasping cuntal flesh and held it poised tantalizingly 
between her quivering vaginal lips. He grinned down at her almost mockingly 
as he felt the hot eager flesh of her cunt lips trying to suck him back up 
inside her belly again. He could feel the muscles of her whole body 
tightening, pleading gasps of frustration coming from her throat, as she 
rolled her head from side to side in the sweep of coppery hair that pillowed 
it. As usual, this was what sent him completely off his nut, this moment of 
complete male mastery, when he had the woman beneath him, begging for it. 
When he first saw her this morning, waited on her in the office, never did 
he dream that before the day was out, he would have her like this, 
groveling, pleading. 

"You son of a bitch!" she grated, her nostrils dilated, her eyes half-shut 
with passion as she looked up at him. "You'll pay for this, you just wait 
and see! I'm going to send you home with every last drop of starch taken out 
of that big cock of yours." 

Ty heard only half of her delightful threat, because he had been done in by 
his own teasing. Nothing in the world mattered to him this instant except 
getting his painfully throbbing mass of flesh back into the hotly squirming 
bitch beneath him. He rammed his rigid hardness into her almost cruelly. She 
gasped and tightened and then went all loose again, relishing every 
rock-hard inch of his warmly pulsating penis, desperate for it to explode up 
inside her belly. 

Ty could feel her hotly quivering cunt tightening around his thrusting cock 
as he fucked savagely in and out of her. He could feel her voluptuous body 
shuddering in pleasure, jerking and gyrating her hungry loins with 
increasing urgency up against him to swallow every inch of his virile 
maleness. Their bellies slapped together wetly and obscenely. Suddenly, 
almost without forewarning, she spasmed! From deep in her interior a fiery 
fluid burst like a tidal wave breaking against the shore. It streamed and 
frothed and flooded around his thick ramming cock, spewing down the insides 
of her thighs, her cunt-lips jerking and palpitating with a crazy rhythm. 

"Aaahhh-hold still! For just a second-hold still," she shrieked in rapture. 
"I'M ... I'M CUMMING!" 

But he could not hold still. He had held back his own orgasm as long as it 
was humanly possible. Now he could stand it no longer. It was as if a cobra 
was wiggling its way out of his belly and up the long pulsing length of his 
cock. Then he felt the venom of the reptile spit from the opening in the tip 
of his wildly jerking cock in what seemed a never-ending outflow of sperm. 

Beneath him, Mavis' lush body danced from side to side in joyous abandon and 
she chanted his name over and over as a second orgasm hit her and continued 
until finally, she fell back against the ground with a kind of 
excruciatingly beautiful satisfaction. 

Mavis kept her promise. Before Ty left her, she made him do her twice more: 
once, after they had a swim in the pool in the nude, and again on the divan 
on the patio, where Mavis served him a buffet dinner. 

It was all very beautiful while it lasted, and it took Ty back to the 
carefree days when he was a bachelor, playing the field and had to report 
his actions to no one. But then he remembered he was married and had a wife 
waiting for him at home. Which in itself might not have been such a 
tragedy-if Rachel had not been waiting there for him with a big surprise. 

* * * 

Now that Rachel finally had the house in order and everything arranged just 
the way she wanted it, she suddenly realized how much she had neglected Ty. 
True, she had performed her wifely duties, but only up to a point. At no 
time since they arrived in Richmond had they engaged in all-out intimacies, 
the way they did back on their honeymoon. 

Their experiences in bed had been rather routine, with none of the 
imaginative or exciting variations they had shared on their honeymoon. 

She suddenly realized that she had been denying herself all those special 
little thrills and pleasures as well as him. But tonight would be different, 
she told herself. Especially since he had brought her a small, second-hand 
compact car for her to drive around in. From now on, she would go back to 
being that sensuous little sexpot he had known for those First four or five 
days and nights after they were married. Tonight she would make it up to him 
in a hundred and one different ways. Because why lie about it, she loved sex 
as much as he did. It was simply that she had been so interested playing 
homebody and making a home for Ty of which he would be proud, that she had 
allowed those things to take over her mind. But no more! From now on she was 
going to be more than just a wife to him, she was going to be his paramour, 
sex mate. 

To this end, she showered, set her raven-black hair the way he liked it, 
perfumed her slim, girlish body and even rouged the points of her breasts 
and the lips of her pussy. She put on that see-through baby doll nightie she 
wore the very first night of their honeymoon and the tall white heels she 
had worn with her bridal gown. Then she sat down to watch television and 
wait for him. 

The company did not close until six at night and on several occasions in the 
past, he had waited around for the final "figure" to see how they had done 
for the day. So Rachel did not think it too strange when he was late. But 
when the eleven o'clock news went off, and he still was not home, she began 
to show some concern. She knew it would be a waste of time to call the 
office. No one would be there except the special officers, and they could 
not tell her where Ty was. So there was nothing for her to do except wait. 

At fifteen minutes past midnight, Rachel heard the key rattle in the door. 
She threw off the negligee she had been wearing over her baby doll nightie 
and hurried to greet him. She waited until he closed the door, then she 
threw her arms around his neck, reached up on tiptoes and kissed him. She 
tasted in a moment that he had been drinking. She said nothing about it. She 
simply asked, "What happened to keep you so late, darling?" 

He cleared his throat, self-consciously. "Mr. Daniels and a couple of big 
shots from the main branch paid a surprise visit to the store. Didn't get 
there until after four," he fabricated. 

Rachel was well aware that Mr. Daniels was the big boss of Acme Pipe 
Company. The major domo. 

"They insisted I go out and have a couple of drinks with them," Ty continued 
very convincingly. "After they made the trip all the way up from Norfolk, I 
couldn't very well say no. I meant to call you and let you know. But we got 
to talking and well, the couple of drinks led to dinner and more talk and 
before I realized it was damn near midnight. They're probably still at it, 
sopping it up. But I said I had to get home to my wife." 

Rachel swallowed every word of his story. She had no reason not to. She just 
gave him a big kiss on the cheek and said, "Thanks, darling." 

It was not until then, that they stepped away from the darkened doorway into 
the light of the living room and Ty saw what his wife had on. 

"What're you made up for?" he asked rather untactfully. 

She smiled and moistened her lips with her tongue, her eyes twinkling 
mischievously. "I thought you might like to make love to me ... the way we 
did on our honeymoon." 

Ty looked at her rouged nipples standing out prominently and visibly 
under-her wispy top, at her dark pubic hair through her panties. "You picked 
a hell of a night to be romantic," he complained. Then caught himself and 
added, "You know I'm no damn good for anything after a few drinks." 

She moved close to him, facing him. She put her thighs against his and 
shamelessly rubbed her lightly covered pelvis against his penis. She was 
disappointed to find that it showed not even the faintest spark of life. She 
managed a faint smile and said, hopefully, "Maybe you'll feel better after 
we get into bed?" 

Since Ty had told her he had dinner, she left the things she had prepared 
for him to eat on the stove in the kitchen and went into the bedroom. He 
followed after her and continued on into the bathroom while she got into 
bed. 

Rachel listened as he showered, scrubbed his teeth and took care of his 
other necessities. When she guessed he was about ready to come out, she 
stripped off the top and bottom of her baby dolls, threw back the top sheet 
and sprawled out on her back stark-naked on the bed, with a pillow stuffed 
under her buttocks, the way he had taught her. She lay there with the light 
on, her legs parted just enough so he could see the red-rouged lips of her 
pussy half-hidden in her dark hair. With her eyes closed, she pretended to 
be asleep. She heard him open the door and take a few steps into the room, 
barefooted. She heard him halt alongside the bed and gasp. 

"Holy Christ!" he uttered. "Why tonight did you have to feel horny?" 

She opened one eye and looked up at him. As usual, he was wearing only the 
bottom of his pajamas. But far from usual, for him, there was not even the 
slightest sign of a swelling any place in his groin area. She brought her 
legs together and turned on her side, facing him, her raven hair covering 
one side of her face and her breasts hanging down slightly, the way he had 
always told her she looked sexiest. But apparently, it had little or no 
affect on him tonight. Because without further comment, he simply put out 
the light, got into bed and lay with his back to her. 

Rachel lay there in silence, hopeful that he might turn toward her and put 
his arms around her, kiss her, and run his hands over her eager flesh. When 
after several minutes nothing happened, she cuddled close to him and kissed 
his right ear, her right arm snaking around his waist and down over his 
belly. She found his lifeless penis and rubbed her palm over it, lovingly. 
She was disappointed that there was no reaction, but she did not let it 
discourage her. She worked her hand inside his fly, wrapped her fingers 
around his flaccid male flesh and began stroking him. There was a faint 
flicker of arousal but then it went soft again. 

To every man there comes a time when his penis becomes overly-sensitive, 
when things that ordinarily would excite and create beautiful sensations 
simply annoy and even disgust him. After an evening with Mavis, trying to 
appease her insatiable appetite for sex, having her maul and kiss and suck 
on his cock and then fuck her three times, Ty for all his satyristic, 
remarkable recuperative powers had reached that point of no more sex play. 
Now all Rachel's hands, gentle and loving as they might be, were just making 
his penis painful and irritated. 

He took as much of it as he could stand, then he turned his head and looked 
at her over his shoulder, in the darkness. Trying to hide his annoyance, he 
said, "Look, I told you it's no use, Rachel." 

She kept stroking him, fingering the half-sheathed knob of his cock that was 
bone dry. "Let me try, please. Let me see if I can't make my darling big and 
hard." 

"A waste of time," he snapped, as he took hold of her wrist and removed her 
hand from his lifeless cock. "Try me tomorrow. Right now all I want is 
sleep." 

Which is precisely what he did, within the short space of a couple of 
minutes, leaving Rachel frustrated and chagrined for the first time since 
they were married. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Rachel tried again the next night, as Ty suggested. But again he came home 
late, tired and with the smell of liquor on his breath. He told Rachel that 
Mr. Daniels and the men who had come with him from the main office were 
still in town and it was his duty to entertain them. But it was hogwash. On 
his way home from work, Ty had again stopped off to see Mavis. There was no 
buildup this time, no subterfuge. They had one drink at the bar in one 
corner of the spacious living room, then they went right into her bedroom at 
the far end of the sprawling house. 

There was precious little for her to take off, since all she was wearing was 
an off-the-shoulder cotton summer dress, with not a stitch on underneath. So 
that when Ty slid open the zipper in back and the dress slid down her body 
to the floor, she was as naked as the day she was first slapped into the 
world. Getting his things off required a little more time. But Mavis enjoyed 
every second that it took to undress him. Then when he was as naked as she, 
Mavis had him lie on the bed and, with his lust-hardened cock jutting up 
straight from between his legs like a spear, she straddled him. She leaned 
forward so that he could fondle and kiss her sensually swaying breasts only 
inches above his face. She rubbed her hair-rimmed, lust-drenched vagina back 
and forth over the swollen head of his penis, just grazing the 
ultra-sensitive knob with the insides of her slightly parted cuntal lips and 
the pearl-like top of her clitoris. She teased him and herself as long as 
either of them could stand it, then with her teeth clenched in passion, she 
slowly sat down, impaling herself on his rock-hard shaft of flesh. 

The naked redhead moaned deliciously as she felt his hot bloated thickness 
sliding up into her, stretching her cuntal passageway like a mole burrowing 
its way through the dank darkness of an almost too tight tunnel. She began 
moving her hips up and down, expanding and lubricating her hole to make his 
entry easier. She felt as if she wanted to cum with each downward thrust she 
made against him ... and before he was all the way inside her, she did. It 
was only a "skimmer", not a violently explosive release. But exquisitely 
gratifying just the same. 

Then when he was all the way inside her and her hairy, passion-soaked pelvis 
was pressed down tightly against his, she whispered, hoarsely, "I want you 
to lie still, my lover. Perfectly still and I'll bring you a sensation like 
you never knew before. I've been saving it for you, just for tonight." 

Mavis took hold of his wrists and held his arms stretched out at both sides 
of him. Then she leaned forward and dragged first one nipple and then the 
other over his mouth, letting him lick and suckle each one for a moment. 
Then she lifted herself slightly and, with his arms still outstretched and 
his hotly throbbing cock deep inside her snug passage, she began to flex and 
ripple the tiny ring of muscles deep inside her pussy. 

Ty admitted she was right,, one hundred per cent. With every last inch of 
his long stiff penis engulfed in her steaming cunt-flesh, it was truly a 
thrill he had never known before as her trained muscles deep inside her 
vagina pulled and nibbled at the head of his cock like tiny hidden lips, the 
suction as strong as in her mouth. That was exactly what it was like-being 
sucked off-by a mouth he could not see. It was the way she was looking down 
at him, too, her eyes dark and smoky with lust, getting a strange perverted 
thrill out of watching his helpless expression as she brought him closer and 
closer to climax, without even moving against him, by simply sucking on his 
cock-head with those deliciously soft hidden lips. It was a battle of the 
sexes, a complete reversal of the male mastery he loved so much. Right now 
he was wholly and completely at her mercy ... and he didn't give a damn! 

He began to breathe laboriously as the first hint of his climax tickled his 
anus and snaked through his perineum into his testicles. "I'm going to cum," 
he warned her. 

She smiled lecherously. "Sure you are, darling. Cum ahead." 

"Turn over and let me get on you," he panted. 

She shook her auburn head and kept smiling. "Not a chance, darling. This is 
your party. Later you can put that handsome face of yours between Mavis' 
legs and eat her pussy. Her hot, juicy little cunt...." 

That was all he needed to cum ... her dirty talk. The sperm shot up out of 
his spasming penis like a geyser. She winced and tightened with the sudden 
shock. Then she collapsed against him and covered him with her nakedness, 
still sucking on his jerking cock with her hidden pussy mouth until he 
stopped ejaculating and his penis lost its size. But not for long. 
Afterwards he got down on her and did what she said, sucked her 
sweet-tasting cunt and lost track of how many orgasms he brought her. Then 
he climbed back into the saddle. This time in the male above position, he 
rode her like a seasoned bronc-buster while she rolled and bucked and 
jackknifed beneath him like a rodeo mustang. The end-result was that he had 
nothing left again for Rachel, when finally he got home.... 

* * * 

It might have gone on like that for another night, maybe two or three, or 
more. But the next day happened to be Saturday, and Mavis' husband was due 
home. So when Ty rode past the Hope house on his way home and saw the place 
all lit up, he didn't stop. He, himself, went straight home to Rachel. 

Even though she was deeply hurt by his behavior of the last two nights and 
the way he had neglected her, she said nothing to him about it when he got 
home. She refused to believe that he had lied to her about where he had been 
those two nights, that he had been anyplace other than with Mr. Daniels as 
he said. Certainly she was not about to listen to the echo of what Shirley 
had told her about him. Not in a year of Sundays would she permit herself to 
even suspect he had been with another woman. He had been tired and had had a 
little too much to drink that was all. Tonight she was going to make sure 
his attention did not wander. After all, maybe it was her fault? Maybe she 
had not gone as far in her affections as she should have? Well, tonight she 
had another little surprise lined up for him, that would change all that. 

By the time they finished a barbecued dinner for two, on the patio that was 
niggardly when compared with the commodious outdoor dining area at the Hope 
home, it was time for bed. While Rachel stacked the dishes in the automatic 
washer, Ty went into the bedroom and took his usual nightly shower in the 
adjoining bath. By the time Rachel got to the bedroom, the light was out and 
he was in bed. She also took a quick shower to get the stink of food and 
smoke out of her pores, then smelling of his favorite perfume, she came back 
into the bedroom and slipped under the top sheet with him. 

"Asleep, darling?" she whispered. 

"Uh uh," he replied and turned to face her. He brushed against her bare 
flesh, then ran a hand over her body, making her tingle head to foot; her 
nipples stiffening. "You haven't got a damn thing on?" 

She smiled in the darkness. "Shock you?" 

"Hardly." He slid a palm over her satiny belly and through her softly 
curling pussy hair. The tips of his fingers dallied with the moistened lips 
of her vaginal opening, as she spread her legs apart slowly to make room for 
his hand. He worked his outstretched middle finger into her tight little 
cunt and found her clitoris. 

She gave him her open, hot mouth and sucked on his probing tongue. She could 
feel herself growing heady, shivery. Her belly was getting that familiar 
tight, funny feeling inside, her pussy glowing with a sugary sensation. She 
was quick, shivered more strongly, panted. The climax he brought her was 
unusually, wonderfully strong! 

She felt him unsnap his pajama bottom and start to mount her. But she 
brought her thighs together, quickly, and with a hand against his hairy 
chest she straight-armed him away. 

"Not tonight, darling," she told him. 

Ty could not help but wonder if she might be getting back at him for the 
disregard he had shown her the last couple of nights. If it would be 
possible that she had found out about his affair with Mavis and was 
"punishing" him. But then as he fell back onto the bed, she reached across 
and pulled the cord of the lamp that stood on the night table, casting a 
soft half-light across the bed. The next moment she was hovering over him, 
supporting herself on her left elbow, her right palm gliding over his chest, 
brushing his nipples, then moving downward toward his groin. His pants were 
open and his lust-thickened cock speared up from the patch of black hair 
between his thighs. 

For several moments he wondered if she was going to climb atop him and fuck 
him the way Mavis did last night, in the female-above position, as her 
fingers combed through the coarse hair at the base of his penis, weighing 
his sperm-heavy balls. But he discovered that was not her intention as she 
leaned into him and kissed each of the brown nubs on his chest, then moved 
down to tongue his belly-button. Then she lifted her head and with her 
fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, she looked down at his 
pulsating bigness. 

It was difficult for her to make herself believe that only such a short time 
ago, this rigid length of throbbing flesh could ever have frightened her. 
Tomorrow they would celebrate the third week of their marriage. In that 
short space of time, she had come to love his penis. She loved its size and 
strength with its heavy ' blue veins running through its trunk like the 
ribbed surface of whipcord. But most of all, she loved the way it made her 
feel. Slowly, tenderly now, she drew back the foreskin and watched the 
velvety purplish-red glans peek out almost shyly from beneath their 
covering. She could hear his increased breathing as she began moving her 
hand slowly up and down his length, unmindful of the tacky flow of clear 
fluid that seeped from the slit in the tip to run down through the valley at 
the underside of the bulging head and saturate her fingers. 

"What do you think you're going to do?" he gasped, tensely. 

She took a deep breath as if to fortify herself and replied, "Suck you ... 
until you cum ... in my mouth!" She blushed furiously. 

His heart gave a little kick. This was something he had wanted her to do 
ever since those not-too-long ago nights when they were parked with the 
other lovers, on the highway, close to the sea. Something he had coaxed her 
to do since that first night. Now at last, it was going to happen. His 
stomach went all crazy and the head of his cock swelled even more with 
anticipation. 

"You're-you're going to have to tell me what to do," Rachel whispered as she 
moistened her lips with saliva. "I mean-so I can make you feel as wonderful 
as the way you make me feel when you kiss me down there." 

He stretched and reached a handful of tissues from the box alongside the 
lamp on the night table. "Let me wipe some of the goo off it first." 

"No," she insisted. "You never wiped me off before you kissed me. I don't 
want you wiped off." She moved her face closer to his pulsing flesh. "Tell 
me-does it taste funny?" 

"Not being a homosexual, or double-jointed, I wouldn't know," he replied 
lightly. "But they tell me there's hardly any taste at all." 

"They?" Rachel echoed as she frowned at him. "Have-have very many women done 
it to you this way?" 

He met her gaze intently. "Do you really want me to answer that question, 
darling?" 

She took a deep breath of resignation but made no answer. He was right. She 
did not want to know. She returned her gaze to his rigidly pulsing penis and 
moved her face still closer to it. She could see every inch of his thick 
bulging member now, close-up; the foreskin that was pulled all the way back, 
descended down from the head like the shiny, moist stem of a mushroom, the 
excited pink underside of the flesh, the sinuous veins that jerked and 
throbbed as though they had a life of their own. She wondered what it would 
feel like inside her throat? 

It made her feel very selfconscious that he had tucked a couple of pillows 
under his head, to lift himself so he could look at her. "Do you have to 
watch, darling?" 

He smiled understandingly. "Not if you don't want me to." 

"Do you want to?" 

"I'd like to." 

Actually, she guessed it did not make a great deal of difference whether he 
watched or not. So if it added to his enjoyment, he may as well do it. After 
all, her purpose in doing it was to please him, make him a little more 
anxious to hurry home from work-and at the same time satisfy her own 
curiosity, just a little. 

"What do I do first?" the young bride wanted to know, her wetly parted mouth 
so close to the spear-like organ swaying before her face that she could feel 
the heat of it, smell its powerful male odor. 

He tensed expectantly. "Run your tongue over the head, lightly, just enough 
to lick off the juice. Hold the skin back all the way, while you do." 

Rachel closed the last couple of inches that separated her ovaled lips from 
his glans and, still holding him tightly in her right hand down near the 
base, she began licking his torrid male flesh. 

Ty twisted and turned in excitement beneath her as her fiery wet tongue 
swabbed his super-sensitive knob and gently encircled the crown, sending 
waves of electrical currents up and down the long hard length of his penis, 
shooting all the way back to his anus, making it pucker in lewd delight. 
Around and around the oozing organ her little pink tongue went, teasing, 
tickling that most highly sensitive spot on his entire anatomy-the delicate 
membrane just underneath the head. 

He was right about one thing, there was hardly any taste to it at all. Just 
a mild alkali flavor that was not at all unpleasant, once she got used to 
it. 

The naked young wife wanted to know what to do next, what would bring him 
the greatest thrill. If she was a willing pupil, he was an even more eager 
instructor and taught her all the fine points of fellatio. Under his expert 
direction, she learned to torture the underside of his glans and for how 
long, how to slide her wetly pursed lips up and down the underside of the 
shaft itself, how to lick and nibble his scrotum, sucking one ball and then 
the other into her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue. Finally she 
was ready for the piece de resistance; ready to take his frantically beating 
cock into her mouth and suck on it. 

"First of all wet your lips with your tongue," he instructed her. "Now 
stretch your lips so that they cover your teeth, top and bottom." 

"Why?" she was curious to know. 

"First, the skin of a man's penis is very delicate," he explained. "Covering 
your teeth will prevent nicking or cutting it. Secondly, the covered teeth 
form a firm, smooth ridge that rubbing against something as highly 
responsive as a man's organ can produce sensational feelings. Now you're 
ready to take it into your mouth." 

And she did. Slowly the kneeling brunette moved her lips down the thick 
rigid shaft of his cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could, 
then sliding back up to the head again. Her saliva plus his droolings 
offered plenty of lubrication for his penis to slide in and out of her mouth 
easily. Some men, he told her, liked short, quick strokes. But he preferred 
a steady, more languid in-and-out movement, with just an occasional 
combination of both. 

He told her to keep her lips tight and suck hard all the while. "Pretend 
your mouth is a cunt and milk the bejeezers out of it. Especially when you 
pull off it. Really grab the crown in your lips and give it a hard tug. 

Up and down her eyes half-shut, enjoying it far more than she had even begun 
to imagine she would-her ovaled red mouth went, his wetly glistening cock 
appearing and disappearing into the suctioning cavern. He had dropped his 
head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes because her long raven-black 
hair falling at each side of her face like a moonlit waterfall hid the lewd 
act she was performing on him from his view. 

He let out a frustrating groan as she suddenly pulled off him with a juicy 
wet plop. "Oh no! No! Don't stop ... not now!" 

"Sorry, my love. I have to catch my breath. He's so big. He chokes me. Makes 
my jaws ache." She dragged her dangling breasts up over his body and pushed 
her tongue into his mouth, sucking his breath into her cramped lungs as she 
let him taste his own residue. "I wouldn't let you down, darling. I told you 
I was going to suck you until you came in my mouth, and that's what I'm 
going to do-all the way." She kissed her way back down over his chest and 
stomach and then with a moan of lewd hunger ovaled her mouth around his 
saliva-coated penis again. This time she brushed her hair back from her face 
and fixed it behind one ear so that he could watch. 

She began pumping her warm wet mouth up and down on his heatedly pulsing 
penis as if suddenly possessed. Her lips and teeth were without mercy, her 
palate a washboard that made his exposed glans scream. She established a 
perfect cadence with her head, her mouth turned into an instrument of 
exquisite torment. 

"Your tongue," he gasped. "When it comes out, use your tongue all over the 
head. Fuck me with your mouth, baby." 

"You'll let me know, won't you, darling?" she asked, pausing for a brief 
breath. "You'll tell me when you're starting to cum, so I can be ready?" 

Again she had his massively throbbing cock back in her mouth, sucking hard 
now as it slid in and out. He was beginning to pant and buck pumping with 
her, trying to ram the head of it down past her tonsils and into her gulping 
throat with each thrust. 

"Oooh, Christ!" he moaned. "It won't be long now. I can feel it coming. 
Aaahhh, my wife ... my sweet cocksucking wife ... suck ... suck hard...." 

She lifted her mouth off him this one final time, tonguing his painfully 
swollen, bright crimson cockhead as he told her. "You want me to ... to stay 
with it when you do it ... darling? I mean-do you want to cum in my mouth? 
You can if you want to." 

It was the ultimate, the absolute most that any woman could ask a man. "Do 
you want me to?" 

He wagged his head and stared down at her face full of cock, as she once 
more took it into her mouth. "Make sure ... make absolutely sure ... you 
want to do it...." 

Her eyes were wild with desire as she took too much of his skewing flesh 
into her mouth. She gagged and went on with her sucking. 

"Squeeze my balls gently, he panted, taking hold of her face in his hands, 
the final signal that he was about to blow. As long as she wanted him to 
finish in her mouth, he wanted to make sure she did not change her mind and 
pull off him at the last instant. "Put a finger up my ass-hole." 

Barely did she oblige him, when the scalding jism began swelling his cock. 
He tried to hold back but it was like trying to plug a break in Aswan Dam. 

"Aaahhh," he blurted out, "now! Ooohhh, suck, baby, suck and pull like you 
never did before in your life!" 

His hands clamped on her head like a vise, pumping it back and forth like a 
bottle stuck on the end of his prick. 

Rachel stared up at him, her face and her eyes filled with adoration and 
pleasure as she felt his hot, sticky, tasteless jism shoot out of his wildly 
jerking penis into her mouth. Filthy as she may have thought such an act was 
in the past, she found something sensuously new and exciting in having him 
cum in her mouth, of letting it spew its liquid heat down her pulsing throat 
and into her belly. She kept sucking and swallowing until she felt his size 
start to shrink away. Only then did she let him go. 

She lay with her head on his belly, her face turned so she could stare up at 
him, "I thought I'd feel ashamed ... debased ... degraded. But it's funny. I 
don't feel that way at all. I feel wonderful, accomplished, like I've 
completed my education." 

"Not quite," he informed her. 

She looked at him incredulously. "You mean-there are more ways to do it?" 

He smiled tolerantly. "Lots more. Some even more stimulating." 

He didn't elaborate and she didn't question him as a spine-tingling shudder 
went through her at the thought that anything could possibly top the thrill 
she had just experienced. But exciting as those "other ways" might be, they 
would have to wait. Because right now she was shamelessly aroused and she 
wanted more of him this way. 

Dropping her head again, she refastened her cum-smeared lips on his rapidly 
dwindling penis, sucking and massaging and cleaning it. Studiously, she ran 
her tongue around the inside of his foreskin, licking all over his delicate 
glans, teasing the reddened slit with the tip of her tongue. Slowly, she 
could feel him reviving, stiffening, swelling out. She felt so good, so 
proud of herself that she wished she could throw open the windows and shout 
it out on the night air. 

"Oh, my darling-how wonderful, to feel you so tiny and helpless in my mouth 
and bring you back to hardness," she delighted. She brought him back to his 
full size, then she threw herself off him and sprawled out on her back to 
her full length, legs a spread wide apart, thighs sticky wet with her own 
need. 

There was no mistake, what she was asking for. She wanted the hotly 
pulsating shaft of flesh that she had made so hard again driven into her 
belly. She wanted him to pillage and rape her. 

Willingly he obliged her. Climbing atop her and covering her wantonly 
writhing body with his own, he positioned, his long-thick penis at the 
quivering mouth of her hair-lined cunt and rammed forward, his cock sinking 
into the bubbling cauldron of female flesh up between her contracting 
thighs. 

"Oh, Ty!" she bubbled. "You feel so wonderful. After sucking you off and 
then making you hard again, it's better-a thousand times better. Ooohhh, my 
darling, fuck me!" It was the very first time she had ever said the word 
"fuck" and it shocked her and surprised him. But it had been bottled up 
inside her for so long that now that it was out she felt so much better that 
she repeated it. "Fuck me, darling. Fuck me from here to heaven and back. 
Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" 

And again, he did his husbandly duty and obliged her. 

* * * 

What was left of Saturday and then all day Sunday was like a second 
honeymoon for Rachel and Ty. They did not really dress all day long. The 
most Ty put on was a pair of shorts while Rachel's sole weekend attire 
consisted of a flimsy summer shift with a very convenient, low-cut neckline 
that needed very little urging to bare her breasts and a micro-skirt that 
offered no resistance any and every time Ty was in the mood to raise it. 
They acted for all the world like the newlyweds they were, doing it on the 
bed, on the divan, on the floor and with Ty sitting in a chair with Rachel 
straddling him. But it was an all-too-short second honeymoon. Come Monday 
morning it all ended when Ty had to go back to work. 

Shortly before noontime, as Ty was getting ready to go to lunch, he took a 
call on one of the phones. It was not at all necessary for the caller to 
give her name. Ty recognized the voice at once-and the message even more 
readily. 

"He's gone, lover," came over the wire meaningfully. "Caught the eleven 
o'clock plane for Houston. Drove him to the airport myself. Saw him off, 
just to be sure." A brief pause, then purringly, "Can I expect you for 
cocktails around five?" 

Ty looked around cautiously to make sure no one was within earshot; then he 
whispered, "I'll be there." 

It was difficult to explain a man like Ty. He had an adoring wife, young and 
beautiful, who was willing to do anything in the sex line that he asked her 
to do, from fellatio and cunnilingus to straight intercourse. Yet the mere 
sound of another woman's voice on the telephone inviting him to share 
cocktails with her made his belly churn and his cock awaken like a 
slumbering soldier at the sound of reveille. 

Not that Mavis was any more desirable than his wife, or even a better lay. 
The simple explanation, perhaps, was the fact that Rachael was his, waiting 
there for him at home any time he wanted her. While Mavis belonged to 
someone else, a stolen fruit that he had to take and enjoy whenever the 
occasion presented itself. There might have been other reasons, also. Maybe 
it was too soon for a man like Ty who loved humping the field, to settle 
down with one woman. Or maybe Shirley had been right, maybe he never would 
settle down? Maybe there was something in his personality that made it 
necessary for him to keep proving his virility. Or maybe he needed more than 
one woman to keep his satyristic fires kindled. 

Whatever the reason, Ty left the office shortly after five, followed the 
usual route north and arrived at the Hope place in time to join Mavis for 
cocktails before the ice in the shaker had a chance to dilute the martinis 
too much as they did the first time. The drinks, of course, were followed by 
another sex melange of feeling, kissing, licking, sucking and belly-to-belly 
fucking. Which meant that Rachel, once more, was left at home alone, waiting 
for him. 

Because he was her husband and she loved him, Rachel tried desperately to 
make herself believe the lame excuse he offered for being so late again, to 
pretend she did not smell the alcohol on his breath. She did not even 
upbraid or ask him why when he discouraged her advances and flopped into bed 
without even a good night kiss. 

Tuesday and Wednesday nights it became even more difficult for her to accept 
his lateness, his drinking and his total disregard for her feelings or 
desire. But it was not until Thursday morning that the storm that had been 
gathering inside her broke forth in all its fury. It happened after Ty had 
left for work and she was straightening up the bedroom. She picked up the 
shorts that he had worn the day before and left on the floor beside the bed. 

She started to stuff them into the hamper with the rest of the dirty clothes 
when she saw a red smudge on the front of them, near the fly. She looked 
more closely. It was the unmistakable rouge print of someone's lips. She 
knew it could not be hers. She had not been in the vicinity of his crotch 
since last Saturday and then he had been wearing P.J.s. Besides, the 
lipstick was a shade she had never used. A shade that a red head or a 
platinum blonde might use. 

The truth was, in one of her unthinking, overzealous moments of passion, 
Mavis had grasped Ty's lust-hard penis with her lips through his shorts and 
left her telltale imprint on the material. Not only that, they had engaged 
in intercourse without him taking off his shorts, and they were badly 
stained with Mavis' lust and his own. 

Rachel was heartbroken. But she was too hurt and too angry to cry. She held 
the tears inside her throughout the long day, waiting, wondering, hoping he 
would come home early so she could have it out with him. But seven o'clock 
rolled around and there was no sign of him. 

Then she did something that she had vowed she never would do. She called the 
office to check on him, see if he was still there. 

"No, ma'am," the feminine voice that answered the phone at the office 
replied, not knowing it was Ty's wife. "Mr. Anson left the office shortly 
after five, same as usual." 

The tear in Rachel's heart ripped open a little wider, and she felt her 
stomach gurgle nauseously, the way it did when she first discovered the 
lipstick on his shorts. But she didn't let her feelings show in her voice as 
she fabricated a story of her own. 

"I'm a friend of Mr. Daniels," she said into the mouthpiece. "I heard he was 
here in Richmond during the past week or so; is that true?" 

"Mr. Daniels was here for the grand opening two weeks ago, ma'am," came over 
the wore. "But the flew right back to Norfolk that night." 

Rachel tightened a little. "He ... he wasn't in Richmond last Thursday or 
Friday?" 

"No, ma'am."- 

Rachel thanked the girl then dropped the phone receiver into its cradle. She 
sat there, staring blankly down at the instrument as a kind of numbness 
swept through her. Ty had lied to her. He had not been with Mr. Daniels at 
all. He had been with someone else ... another woman! She wanted to cry, 
scream out, but again the anger that welled up inside her filled her brain 
with a blood-red fog. 

She got up from the telephone table and walked to the small, portable bar in 
one corner of the living room. As a rule, a drink was the last thing in the 
world she would have thought of having-especially on her own. But she needed 
one now. Needed it to steady her nerves, quiet the nausea in her stomach 
before she threw up her insides. 

When she got to the bar she grabbed the first bottle within reach and 
without bothering to look at the label, filled a shot glass to the brim. It 
happened to be Scotch. Ordinarily she did not like Scotch because it gagged 
her. Same as it gagged her now and burned even after it got down into her 
stomach. But at least it stilled her queasiness. So she had another, telling 
herself all the while, 'If he can drink, I can drink too.' 

Then as the alcohol began to go to work on her, other thoughts started 
taking shape in her brain. Why should she sit at home stewing and fretting, 
waiting for him to get through with his philandering? If he could have a 
good time, why should she not have one, too? The sauce that was so damned 
good for the gander should go just as well with the goose. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The more she thought about it, the more determined Rachel became not to sit 
here at home like some goddamned spineless ninny, but to do something about 
it. So she went into the bedroom, stripped right down to her pelt and sat in 
front of the dressing table, stark naked. She arranged her ebony hair in an 
upsweep that Ty had told her he did not like because it made her look too 
severe, as well as years older. Once her hairdo was set, she applied a much 
heavier makeup than usual with green eye shadow and false lashes that she 
had bought for the wedding but never wore because Ty said they made her look 
"hard and unnatural," a new, moist-looking bright crimson lipstick completed 
her makeup: then she stood up and looked at her slightly fuzzy reflection in 
the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. 

It took her a moment to adjust her somewhat distorted vision and bring the 
girl in the mirror into sharp focus. When she did, she had the odd feeling 
that she was looking at a stranger. The high-piled hair, the fake lashes, 
the excessive makeup, the boldness of her naked stance and the cold, bitter 
look in her eyes ... they all seemed unfamiliar to her. She wondered if even 
Ty would recognize her at first glance because certainly right now she 
looked little like the girl who until a few short weeks ago, had been an 
innocent virgin. 

The girl in the mirror appraised her nudity without shyness or uneasiness, 
eyeing each part of her alluring anatomy the way a robber might evaluate the 
tools with which he planned to open a safe or a bank vault. Because these 
would be the tools opening the way for her to reap her revenge, pay back her 
husband for lying to her, deceiving her. They would help her recapture her 
badly-wounded pride by proving to her that she did not have to sit at home 
and die of dry-rot, that other men would want and appreciate her even if her 
own husband did not. 

Satisfied that her face and figure looked bitchy enough to entice most any 
man with his full quota of male hormones, Rachel opened the closet door and 
went through her wardrobe. She chose a slinky, form-fitting, one-shoulder, 
black satin gown that Ty had originally selected for her before they left on 
their honeymoon. 

She had worn it twice for dinner on their honeymoon. On each occasion, it 
had created such a stir in the dining room that Ty said, "Unless you want to 
find yourself the victim of a full scale gang rape, you'd better make sure 
you never wear that gown again without a bra and a pair of barbed-wire 
panties." 

Remembering that advice now, Rachel made sure that when she put on the gown, 
she left off her brassiere and wore the flimsiest pair of panties in her 
collection. A pair of her tallest platform heels completed her costume. Then 
with a final perusal of her overflowing charms in the mirror, she was ready 
to go. 

Go where? That was one small detail that Rachel had not taken the trouble to 
figure out. But she would go someplace where she could be sure that men 
would see her, admire her, want her. In her present frame of mind-hurt, 
frustrated, jealous and feeling miserably neglected and all of these things 
well basted with the sauce she had consumed-being wanted was one thing she 
needed most of all, right now. 

From the hall closet, she took a light coat and draped it around her nearly 
bare shoulders. Then she checked to see how much cash she had in her 
handbag. It came to about fifteen dollars and change which should be enough 
for her evening out. If she needed more, she also had her checkbook. 

She left the night light burning in the hallway, locked the door behind her 
as she went out then walked to the two-car garage at the side of the house. 
She got into the compact, started the engine and rolled out of the driveway. 
There were any number of places she could go-as well as a couple of smart 
bars in the big shopping center just a few blocks away. But for all she 
knew, Ty might be in any one of those places, and for her to walk into them 
alone would be the very worst thing she could do. 

So she drove clear across town to an intimate little restaurant and bar she 
remembered seeing one day while she was driving through the town. It was not 
likely that Ty would be here because it was a little too far off Ids regular 
route. For the same reason there was not much chance of any of their 
neighborhood friends, or anyone from the company recognizing her. 

There were only a few scattered customers in the place when Rachel came in. 
Two or three couples at the tables in back and four men up front at the bar. 
For a moment when she first entered the place, her knees turned cold, and 
she almost turned and went back to her car. But then she took a fresh grip 
on her courage, walked to the far end of the bar and climbed up onto one of 
the stools. 

The bartender was a wispy little man with thin graying hair and a skeletal 
face. He greeted Rachel pleasantly enough, took her order for a Scotch and 
soda-since even as a child she remembered her father telling her to "never 
mix her likkers"-then he went about his duty like an automaton, paying 
attention to no one in particular. Not so with the four men at the bar. Two 
of them sat together; the other two were solo. None of them took their eyes 
off Rachel from the moment she entered. But the real ogling began after she 
was served her drink and threw off her coat and they got a load of her 
shapely legs and youthful body in her all-revealing gown. 

As a rule, alcohol made Rachel sleepy. But not tonight. Maybe it was the 
mood she was in, but the more she drank, the hornier she felt, and the 
attention she was getting at the bar was like a tonic to her. She made no 
attempt to pull down her skirt when it climbed more than halfway up her bare 
thighs or hide the way the satin material of her gown clung to her jutting 
breasts and outlined the tight thrust of her nipples. 

What was it Ty called it-cock-teasing? Yes, that's what she was doing now 
and she was proud of it. It was her way of getting back at the whole damned 
male sex for the abominable way Ty had treated her. Let their cocks ache for 
her and then go to hell! After all, that is what Ty did to her. He taught 
her poor, innocent little pussy to want him and then gave it to somebody 
else. 

It was after she had ordered her second drink that she saw one of the two 
men whom she thought were together, slide his fanny down off the stool and 
approach her, a glass of beer in hand. Rachel tried to catch hold of her 
jumpy nerves and quiet the sudden fluttering in her stomach as he halted 
alongside her. Eyes straight ahead, she did her best to ignore him, 
pretending she did not even know he was there as she sipped at her drink, 
unnerved. 

"H-ya," the man said, then sprang an ancient wheezer. "Don't I know you from 
some place?" 

Rachel turned her head and looked at him without expression. He was a fairly 
good-looking man somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties with 
sandy-colored hair that he wore almost to his shoulders. He was in 
shirtsleeves and slacks, collar open at the throat. In answer to his 
question, she replied coolly, "I think not." 

He smiled. "Yeah, maybe you're right. If I ever met a doll like you any 
place, I'd surely remember where and when." 

Rachel made no comment as she took another sip at her drink. But she could 
not help but appreciate that he at least had the right answers. 

He indicated the stool alongside her and started to lift one cheek up onto 
it then paused to ask, "Mind if I join you?" 

Rachel swallowed uneasily and felt her blood pump faster. The thought that 
someone might try to pick her up during the course of the evening had 
unquestionably crossed her mind. But now that it was actually happening, all 
the bravado she had shown back in her bedroom when she was preparing for her 
outing left her. She took a good swig of her drink and gulped it down. It 
seemed to renew her courage for the moment, and she asked herself, what harm 
would it do if he sat with her, what could he possibly do to her here at the 
bar? 

The man took her silence as his cue to finish his climb up onto the stool 
beside her. "I'm Joe Favor," he said. "And you?" 

"Rachel," was out before she thought to give him a phony first name. But she 
did not tell him her last name. 

"You live here in Richmond?" he asked. 

She nodded and finished what was left of her drink. 

"That looks like Scotch you're drinking," he guessed, glancing at her empty 
glass. "Can I buy you another?" 

Rachel counted mental fingers. That was four drinks, she had had so far. Two 
at home and two here. She was not about to lie to herself and say she did 
not feel the four hookers even if she was a long way from being drunk. Maybe 
just one more would make her forget everything she wanted to forget and put 
her in a more mellow mood. So she wagged her raven head and said, "Thank 
you." 

After the bartender served her the one more Scotch and soda and another beer 
for Joe, Joe said to her, "Richmond looks like a pretty nice little town." 

Rachel looked at him, inquiringly. He was starting to get just a little 
fuzzy around the edges, like a picture that was beginning but hadn't quite 
gotten into focus yet. "You don't live here?" 

"Hell no. Me and Burt," he indicated the rather corpulent man with whom he 
had been sitting a few stools away, "we're just passing through, on our way 
south." 

"On vacation?" Rachel asked as she held up her glass and he touched his beer 
glass to it. 

"Yeah. Burt and me, we get one month off a year and make the most of it," 
Joe said as he took a healthy swallow of suds. "This time, though, we 
thought we'd travel in style so we bought ourselves a motor home." 

"Sounds exciting," Rachel said as she drank about half of her fifth Scotch 
and soda. 

"It's great!" Joe assured her. "You ever travel by motor home?" 

"No," Rachel admitted ruefully as she placed her glass on the bar. As a 
matter-of-fact, I've never even seen the inside of one." 

Joe suddenly became overly animated. "Hey-you got a thrill coming. You gotta 
see the inside of our baby. A brand-new Sports coach. Complete with 
everything-including a kitchen sink." 

"I'd like to," Rachel said thoughtlessly. "Then finish your drink and let's 
go," Joe urged her, enthusiastically. "You mean-now?" 

"I mean right now," Joe told her. "It's parked right outside in back, in the 
lot." 

He swilled down his beer and started to take her arm. But Rachel held back 
away from him. "But. . . " 

He grinned disarmingly and tightened his hold on her arm. "C'mon. Nothing to 
be afraid of. It's just out back." 

In her right senses, Rachel never would have thought of going with him in a 
million years. But at the moment, she definitely was not in control of her 
senses. That last drink did it. Even if she didn't finish it. Of course, the 
others had contributed, but that fifth one erased every last trace of sound 
reasoning from her mind. 

With Joe's help, Rachel got down off the stool. A slight dizziness assailed 
her, and she began to sway a little as he put her coat on around her 
shoulders. Then with a strong arm around her waist, supporting her, he 
walked her to the door with the male eyes at the bar following after them 
enviously. Once outside, the night breeze seemed to revive her somewhat. But 
she was still grateful for his arm to lean on as they walked across the 
deserted parking lot behind the low-slung building. 

The motor home was parked at the extreme back end of the lot where it would 
be difficult for anyone to find it if they did not know it was there. In 
fact, it was so far removed from the building and the ground so rough and 
uneven that it made walking very difficult, particularly in platform heels. 
A couple of times Rachel thought of changing her mind and returning to the 
bar. But he insisted. 

When they finally reached the motor home, he unlocked the side door and 
helped her inside. She dropped onto the edge of the bed just inside the door 
and sat there while he hurriedly drew the curtains at all the windows before 
turning on the lights. 

As the lights came on, Rachel blinked several times then looked around at 
the interior of the motor home. But she made no attempt to get up. From what 
she could make out in her distorted vision, it was all the things Joe 
promised it would be. There was everything that would make it a home, 
including wall-to-wall red carpeting throughout. 

"You feeling okay?" Joe wanted to know as he came back to her, still sitting 
on the long bed. 

"I'll be all right," she assured him, but not sure in her own mind that she 
really would be. 

"Can I make you some coffee?" 

"No thanks." 

He sat beside her and began to help her off with her coat. "You'll feel 
better without this on." 

The moment her coat was off she felt his sweaty palm on her bare arm then on 
her naked right shoulder. "Nice," he whispered. Then his mouth was at her 
shoulder, kissing the warm soft flesh where it joined her neck. 

Rachel felt a shiver race through her, and she threw her head back and 
closed her eyes, making a hissing sound through her clenched teeth. 
"Ooooooh, no ... you mustn't do that." 

"Why not?" 

"It ... it makes me feel all funny." 

"Where?" 

"You know where," Rachel told him, no longer completely aware of what she 
was saying. Subconsciously, she tried to pull back away from him. But with 
his left arm around her, he drew her closer, and, using his free hand to cup 
her face, he held it up so he could kiss her ... hard, possessively ... 
forcing apart her lips to accept his exploring tongue. 

Rachel tried to push at him again, but her efforts were feeble, the kiss 
sending an unwelcome, unwanted heat into her loins. The force of the kiss 
increased and she sank deeper and deeper under its spell. The kiss plus the 
fact that those five drinks had finally caught up with her made it 
impossible for her to remember who he even was. In her alcohol befuddled 
brain, her wishing became reality and instead of a total stranger, he 
suddenly became Ty. 

She tensed when he plucked and toyed with the swollen points of her breasts, 
made no effort to stop him when he brushed the lone strap of her gown off 
her shoulder and worked it down to her waist. She folded her arms around his 
head and drew him closer when she felt his warm, wet mouth at her nipples, 
licking and sucking them. 

She had no awareness of him removing her dress and then dragging down her 
panties. It wasn't until she heard the side door to the motor home open and 
felt the draft of cool night air against her bare flesh that she realized 
she had been stripped naked. She opened her eyes and saw that a third party 
had joined them. Her mind cleared for a moment, and she suddenly realized 
that this was not Ty she was with. It was the man named Joe she met at the 
bar. And the man who just came in was his partner, Burt-dark-complected and 
heavy-set. 

"Oh, no!" Rachel cried out and jumped to her feet and sprang toward the door 
with no thought of where she could go in the darkness without a stitch of 
clothes on. It was a problem with which she did not have to contend. 

Burt, standing by the door, caught her from behind and held her while Joe 
slid off the bed and crawled forward until he was kneeling before her on the 
deep pile of the carpet. To her utter humiliation, Joe parted her bare 
thighs with both hands then spread the pink lips of her cunt so that he 
could look up into her wetly palpitating tunnel. 

"Nice," he declared. "She looks real clean, too." 

"Good," Burt said as he sank to his knees behind her and kissed the warm 
naked flesh of her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks. 

Propped up naked between them with her legs spread wide apart so she 
couldn't get away, Rachel felt a shock shoot up through her body from their 
loins as Joe ran his tongue over her cuntal lips and then sent it slithering 
into her awakened hole. 

"Oh, no ... no!" she cried out beseechingly, trying to fight against the 
feeling that he was bringing her-a feeling that was rapidly overpowering her 
with a slow and suffusing pleasure. Then at what she thought was the height 
of this unwanted ecstasy, she felt Burt licking over her buttocks, spreading 
her cheeks and then wedging his tongue into her tightly puckering anus. Ty 
had fingered her back there. But never before had she felt anyone's tongue 
on her anus. Together with Joe's tongue in her vagina, sawing away at her 
clitoris, the sensation was almost more than the young bride was able to 
stand. As if that weren't enough, each of them stretched a hand up to maul 
and squeeze her lust-swollen breasts. 

And then it hit her, the first jarring shock of her incredibly-induced 
orgasm. Her straining stomach muscles sucked in as if one of the two men had 
struck her smack in the belly. Her whole erotically trembling body stiffened 
and arched backwards. Trying not to scream out in her passion and give them 
the satisfaction of knowing what a mind-bending sensation they had brought 
her, the naked housewife bit down cruelly on her lips to choke off any 
sound. With wide-staring, unseeing eyes, she threw back her head so that the 
cords in her neck stood out like ropes as they kept licking her, front and 
back, even after her orgasm was well under way. She could feel the hot gush 
of her orgasmic juices pouring out of her cunt, dribbling down the insides 
of her thighs at both sides of Joe's face buried between them. 

Rachel had no idea how long it went on, but finally they brought her back to 
the bed. They took turns kissing her mouth, her breasts, her belly and up 
between her legs. Then each of them took time out to undress. Then they got 
back onto the bed with her. Mercifully, the booze she had consumed caught up 
with her again, and she was not one hundred percent conscious of all the 
things they did to her. But she did remember them dragging their hotly 
throbbing penises over every inch of her shamelessly aroused body, leaving 
sticky trails of passion that seemed to sear her naked flesh. They massaged 
and twisted her breasts into all sorts of fantastic shapes. She was then 
made to perform fellatio on both of them-not all the way-just enough to get 
them to the height of excitation. 

It was not until she opened her eyes and saw Joe positioning himself between 
her splayed legs that Rachel's consciousness came roaring back to her in a 
torrent. He was getting ready to fuck her! No man ever had, except Ty. But 
there wasn't very much she could do about it, not with Burt up at her head, 
ready to pin her down if she tried to move. 

She looked down at Joe's long hard penis. From the angle, it looked even 
bigger than Ty's, but it wasn't nearly as handsome. The head of it looked 
like a huge, angry red boil, ready to burst. 

"She's sure got nice tits," she heard Burt say as he filled his big, rough 
hands with them. "They ain't the biggest boobs in the world, maybe, but sure 
do fit nice in your mitt." He molded her flesh without the slightest 
compassion. 

"You're gonna give me a good screw, ain't you, Rachel, baby?" Joe was asking 
her as he began fingering her hair-lined slit. "There's no use bull-shitting 
you don't like it. Anybody who gets as juicy as you are is aching for it." 

He lowered himself to the helpless young wife then sucked in his breath and 
reached under to guide his thick, rigid cock into her. Rachel writhed and 
jerked in a futile effort to avoid the penetration which would make her an 
adulteress. But Joe's naked body was wedged between her widespread thighs so 
she couldn't move. 

"No ... please! You mustn't! No one ever has ... except my husband!" 

Rachel felt the presence of his circumcised cock-head edging between the 
lips of her cunt. Her heart thudded. It was her own fault. Her own crazy 
damned fault that she was in a situation like this. She wanted someone to 
want her. Well, she was getting her wish even if it was not exactly the way 
she had planned it. She wanted to get even with her husband. She was doing 
that-but at what a cost! 

She yelled and squirmed. But he shoved, hard! His cock seemed to cut right 
into her belly. Burying itself deeper, deeper. "Christ, almighty!" he 
groaned. "Is she tight! like a fucking fourteen year old ... virgin!" 

Rachel kept her head turned to one side so she wouldn't have to look at him. 
She tried to pretend it was Ty doing her. But Ty was never this big, this 
cruel, never showed such utter disregard for her feelings. She shuddered and 
sobbed as he buried his entire pulsating length inside her. Then began the 
horrible, seemingly endless fucking. The man's rock-hard body pressed down 
on her naked form. The smell of the beer on his breath and the sweat of his 
body made her flesh crawl. He puffed and panted as he hammered his 
lust-thickened cock in and out of her tightly clasping vagina. 

"Okay, baby," she heard him say. "Now let's do a roll over." 

He wrapped his powerful arms around her, and the next thing she knew, she 
was atop him. Nothing unusual about her being on top and him on the bottom. 
Sometimes Ty liked it that way. But the shocking touch came a moment later 
when she felt Burt above and behind her, spreading her ass-cheeks wide apart 
to accept his hot, rigidly pulsing penis. 

"Oh, no!" Rachel screamed. "Please no! Not that way! I've never been done 
that way! I'll do anything you want-but not back there. Please!" 

She felt him fingering her defensively puckering anus, greasing her rectal 
hole and shaft of male flesh with some kind of oily lubricant. For some 
reason that Rachel found impossible to decipher, his fingering back there 
turned her on mightily. She had always wondered what it would be like to be 
fucked in the ass. In fact, she had sort of looked forward to the day when 
Ty might do it to her that way-just for the novelty, to see what it was 
like. Well, now she was going to find out. But she never daydreamed it would 
be by way of a sex sandwich. 

Joe lay perfectly still beneath her, except for the steady throbbing of his 
cock deep up in her belly while his friend kept lubricating her, loosening 
her. He first inserted one finger, then two and finally three fingers which 
he estimated would be about the circumference of his cock. He rotated them 
inside her, working them in deeper and deeper with each turn. So ready was 
she by the time he pressed his greased, lust-swollen cock-head to her 
puckered opening that instead of gasping in horror, the trembling young wife 
actually sighed ecstatically. 

He adjusted her legs for a last time, held his thickened cock against her 
stretched anal ring then pushed inside, applying a firm, steady pressure. 
Once he entered, Rachel let out a sickening gasp and lurched forward as if 
to escape the pain, driving Joe's prick still deeper up into her cuntal 
passageway. Burt held her naked ass-cheeks as if in a death grip from behind 
as he kept digging his pulsing thickness into her tightly clasping rectal 
opening. The pain was greater, much greater, than it had been that first 
night when Ty did her in front. She began yowling and sobbing, shaking her 
buttocks in a futile effort tp try to dislodge him. But trapped between the 
two of them as she was, all the drunk young housewife could do was lie there 
and let them do what they wanted with her. 

And then at the height of her pain, her tightly resisting sphincter ring 
gave way, and Burt's long, thick cock seared its way up into her cringing 
rectal passage. 

"Aaaaggghhh!" she wailed, her eyes widening in agonized shock as the 
rock-hard shaft rammed its way up into her virginal opening. 

When finally he was buried to the hilt in her warm buttery flesh, he began 
sodomizing the young girl, each new stroke loosening her more and more, 
dulling her pain until she really wasn't sure what she was feeling. 

It was Joe's cue to start fucking her up front. It took a moment for them to 
find each other's rhythm. There was no hurry. They had all the time in the 
world, and they took it, fucking in and out of her twin holes. The 
sensations front and back began building up inside her until they reached a 
pitch that she never dreamed she or any other mortal could possibly 
attain-or stand. And then at this intense moment, Joe reached up and began 
rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing still more 
pleasure to ripple through her wantonly aroused body. It was this last act, 
seeming small in itself, that tore through the last remaining wall of her 
protest. 

As lewd and degrading as this humiliating ravishment of her body might be, 
she suddenly made up her mind to enjoy it ... every last goddamn second of 
it! Because in all probability it would never happen again. 

Finding it impossible to lie still between them any longer, Rachel began the 
almost impossible task of grinding her ecstatic young cunt down against the 
base of Joe's lust-thickened cock and at the same time swiveling her 
ass-cheeks back against his pal's sodomistic penis, ramming into her rectum 
from above. 

As Rachel worked and gave her all between the two of them, one fleshy rod 
skewering her from behind, the other hammering in and out of her vagina, she 
felt her nerve ends twitching and pulsing uncontrollably as her whole body 
built toward an incredible orgasm. 

And then suddenly it was upon her, all together. Her loins burned. Her 
clitoris, buttocks, breasts, cunt-they were all as one, all blazing with 
fire. She heard Joe groan, felt his hot cum spurt up into her belly, 
soothing her aching vaginal walls. As if it was all Burt had been waiting 
for, he, too, began cumming, lubricating her tight anal passage with volley 
after volley of his heated sperm as it shot into her rectum. 

Somewhere along the line, it tripped her own mechanism, and she exploded 
inside, shooting through the most fantastic orgasm she had ever experienced 
or ever hoped to equal again. Whether or not they did her again, or exactly 
what they did to her, she had no recollection because with her violent 
climax came the welcome, mind-emptying blackness of total and complete 
unconsciousness. 

* * * 

Rachel awoke from her alcohol-induced stupor at the sound of a police siren 
wailing away. She blinked and glanced around foggy-eyed and discovered that 
she was sprawled out on the front seat of her own car. It took her a moment 
to try to figure out how she got there. Then she remembered. The man named 
Joe that she met at the bar ... going with him to the motor home ... his 
friend joining them for a sex circus... 

She shuddered and sat up, quickly. Her head felt like a balloon that 
somebody was hitting with a hammer. The siren wailed again and she looked 
out the side window. She could see the blinking red light atop the police 
car as it raced along the road, one of the main arteries that ran through 

Richmond. She was thankful it had nothing to do with her. 

She sat there behind the wheel of the compact, hoping her head would clear, 
trying to recall exactly what had happened. But she could remember what they 
did to her only up to the sex sandwich. After then, everything was a blank. 
Since she had her gown on, she guessed that after they were through with 
her, they must have become frightened when she passed out and they couldn't 
revive her. So they dressed her, found her car in the parking lot, carried 
her to it, and dumped her onto the front seat. 

Whether or not they left after that, she was not even remotely interested. 
Her major concern now was getting home-all in one piece if possible. 

She had no idea what time it was, but was aware that no matter how long she 
sat there, her head was not getting any clearer. So she started the 
ignition, turned on the headlights and backed out of the parking lot. 
Fortunately, traffic was light and she drove very carefully, so that she 
would not be stopped and asked to take a sobriety test. 

There were not many times in her life when she felt more relieved than when 
she turned into her own driveway and pulled the compact to a halt in the 
garage. She was surprised to Find that Ty's car was not there. Which meant 
either that Ty was much later than usual getting home, or that Joe and Burt 
had not kept her in the motor home nearly as long as she had imagined. In a 
sense, she was glad that Ty was not home yet. Even though it did not 
alleviate the hurt she felt, at least she would not have to answer his 
questions which could only lead to a row. In her present woozy, nauseous 
condition, a row was the very last thing she wanted. 

She hurried into the house and went straight to her bedroom. She stripped 
off her dress. She did not know what had happened to her panties, because 
they had not bothered to put them on her. She immediately got into bed. As 
soon as her throbbing head hit the pillow, she was asleep. 

She did not hear Ty come in; did not even know when he got into bed with 
her. She slept right through the night. 

As usual, she was the first one awake in the morning. She had a slight 
hangover but she did not let him know. She prepared his breakfast and had it 
waiting for him in the breakfast nook after he shaved, showered and dressed. 

If she felt better, she might have laid her cards on the table alongside his 
orange juice, bacon-eggs-toast and coffee. But she wanted a clear head when 
she had it out with him. She wanted a little more evidence, too. Wanted to 
know exactly who it was that he preferred more than her. 

"Do you expect to be late tonight, again?" was all she asked him. 

He looked up at her from his morning paper and frowned. "I'm afraid so. 
Things aren't going as smoothly at the company as everybody figured. I'll be 
glad when all these after-hour meetings stop." 

"I will be, too," she said cryptically and let it go at that. 

After he left, Rachel must have swallowed a gallon of tomato juice laced 
with Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce, together with a couple of Alka 
Seltzers. Then she went back to bed. She slept until well past noon. Then 
she showered and put on a negligee. By this time, she felt well enough to 
have lunch. 

What surprised her was that in spite of the mauling and her unusual sexual 
experiences of the night before, she was not the least bit sore any place on 
her body. In fact, as the day wore on, some of the things that she 
remembered the two men doing to her caused her a strange masochistic flicker 
of pleasure. Maybe it was an experience every woman should have once in her 
lifetime-being made love to by two men at the same time? Although she never 
expected it would ever happen to her again. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

At about four-thirty, Rachel dressed. This time she put on the 
works-brassiere, pantyhose, blouse, skirt, and heels. Then she called Ty's 
office. Not to speak to her husband. Simply to find out if he was still 
there. He was! So she got into her small car and drove downtown, where the 
company was located. She parked a safe distance from the lot, where she knew 
Ty left his car during the day. She sat there and waited for more than half 
an hour until she finally saw him. She watched him get into the car and 
drive out of the parking lot. She started the compact and followed at a safe 
distance behind him. 

Rachel would have despised any other woman who spied on her husband this 
way. In fact, she was not any too proud of herself at the moment. But under 
the circumstances, she felt that the end justified the means. 

Through the tunnel of giant cedars that lined the avenue, Rachel shadowed 
her husband's car, until finally he turned into the driveway and halted in 
front of the big house. Rachel stopped her car about half a block away, 
turned off the motor and waited. 

Of course, she could have gone right in after him and created a scene. But 
that would not prove a thing. With his glib tongue, he could have told her 
he was simply delivering a contract to a customer. What Rachel wanted to do 
was give him plenty of time to get set and catch him in the act, as much as 
it might hurt her. She wanted to actually catch him with his "pants down", 
so he could have no excuse. Then maybe they could come to some kind of 
decision. Or at least, she would let him know that she was not going to 
remain the gullible wife he seemed to think she was. 

Rachel proved to be the personification of patience. She sat there in her 
car and waited until it got dark. Then she got out of the car and walked the 
short distance to the Hope home. The lights in several of the rooms inside 
the house had been turned on, and the young bride's first impulse was to go 
right to the front door and ring the bell. But that would only alert them, 
give Ty and his paramour a chance to cover up whatever they might be doing. 
She wanted proof with her own eyes. So she walked to the huge wrought-iron 
gate at the right side of the house. It was locked. 

When she was a youngster, Rachel had been something of a tomboy, with a 
special talent for climbing fences and trees. She wondered if she had 
retained any of her one-time skill. Only one way to find out. She kicked off 
her heels and began scaling the gate. It was much higher than she figured. 
But finally she made it and dropped to the ground inside the gate. She 
recovered her balance and moved quietly toward the rear of the house. 

She stretched on tiptoes and peeked into each of the lighted windows as she 
went past them. Finally, at the extreme far end of the house, she came to a 
window that was slightly higher than the others. She listened and thought 
she heard whispering going on inside. But she couldn't be sure. So she found 
one of the metal beach chairs alongside the pool and dragged it over to the 
window. Again she kicked off her shoes and climbed up onto the chair and 
looked through the window into the dimly lighted room. 

What she saw made her insides curdle and her heart feel as if a giant claw 
was being dragged across it. There, sprawled out face up on the king-sized 
water bed inside, was Ty; he was stark naked. Kneeling over him was an older 
woman with auburn hair whom Rachel had never seen before. This female was as 
bare-ass as he, straddling him in-what was it Ty called it?-soixante-neaf: 
the "69" position. She had most of his long length of cock in her wetly 
ovaled mouth, while his face was half-buried in between her widespread 
thighs. From the moaning and panting that Rachel could hear, now that she 
was close up to the window pane, they were both well on their way toward 
their climax. But cum they never did! Because at that moment Rachel lost her 
footing on the metal beach chair, and she and the chair went crashing to the 
ground with a clatter that sounded like the report of a cannon in the dark 
stillness. 

Ty was off the bed and to the window in a flash. He threw it open and looked 
out. Bug-eyed, breath bunched in his throat, he saw Rachel sprawled out on 
the ground in the reflection of the light from the window. He pulled back, 
his heart hammering against his rib cage, his stomach nauseous. He could not 
be sure whether Rachel had seen him in that brief moment he was at the 
window. But he was taking no chances. A scandal like this could bring 
Daniels and all the other company officials zooming up to Richmond on the 
first plane, maybe cost him his job. He grabbed up his clothes and, putting 
them on as he went, made a mad dash for the door. 

"What the hell is it?" Mavis demanded in bewilderment as she sat up on the 
bed, with the top sheet covering her quivering breasts. 

"My wife!" was all he called back over his shoulder as he rushed out of the 
bedroom, ran along the corridor to the front door and was gone. 

Outside, Rachel untangled herself from the chair and climbed to her feet. 
Except for a hole in her pantyhose and a skinned knee, she was no worse for 
her fall. Without bothering even to brush herself off, she hurried to the 
gate, opened it from the inside and dashed out. She got there just in time 
to see the taillights of Ty's car fade out in the darkness. 

Her first thought was to get into her car and chase after him. But then she 
decided she would first like to give his "Lady-love" a piece of her mind. 
She took a moment to straighten her skirt and smooth down her hair, then she 
went to the front door. She fingered the dog's-nose of a bell and the door 
opened almost at once. Mavis stood before her in the open doorway. She had 
slipped into a frothy, ice-blue negligee and run a brush over her long 
locks. 

"Hello, darling," she said to Rachel, catching the younger girl completely 
off guard. 

Rachel tightened her jaw, her eyes narrowed. "I'm Mrs. Anson," she said. 
"Mrs. Ty Anson." 

Mavis smiled calmly. "I know. I'm Mavis Hope. Won't you come in, my dear?" 

Somewhat taken aback by the older woman's complacency, Rachel stepped over 
the threshold and into the living room, without comment. 

Mavis closed the door and as Rachel turned to face her, she gave the girl a 
hurried appraisal, head to foot. "Oh my! Ty was so right. You are lovely. 
Very lovely!" 

"And Ty is my husband," Rachel began hotly, disapprovingly. "I'd like to 
know just how you think you are to-" 

"Oh, darling!" Mavis interrupted as she looked down at Rachel's skinned knee 
poking through the hole in her pantyhose that had turned into a network of 
runs. "You've hurt yourself." 

"I don't care anything about that!" Rachel retorted, her anger flaring. "I 
came here to--! " 

"Later, darling," Mavis said compassionately. "Right now I want you to sit 
down so I can tend to that knee." 

"My knee can wait!" Rachel snapped. 

"Not at all," the woman with the coppery hair insisted, as she took hold of 
Rachel's arm, guided her to the sofa and pushed the outraged young bride 
down into it gently. "You wait here, Rachel darling. I'll get my first aid 
kit and be right back." 

"I don't want--! " Rachel began but her protest fell on deaf ears as Mavis 
disappeared along the corridor and went into the bathroom. By the time the 
woman came back with band aids, a spray medicant and a small receptacle of 
warm water, Rachel was ready to explode. But once again, Mavis silenced her. 

"You get those pantyhose off, right now," the older woman told her. "We 
don't want ah infection in those beautiful knees of yours." 

"I didn't come here for that," Rachel stammered. 

Again, Mavis smiled unperturbed. "I know you didn't and we'll talk about it, 
as soon as I have your knee fixed up. Now take off those pantyhose. Do as I 
say." 

Rachel was at a loss to understand why she did it, but there was something 
in the woman's voice that made her obey. Maybe it was the way she was 
handling such a delicate situation, that as angry as she might be, as much 
as she might hate the woman, she had to somehow respect her composure. So 
she got up from the sofa for a moment, turned her back to Mavis, lifted her 
skirt and peeled off her pantyhose. Then she sat down again. 

Mavis brought a pillow down from the sofa, knelt on it before the girl and 
immediately went to work cleansing and dressing the wounded knee. Rachel 
said nothing. She just sat there and watched. After all, she did not have 
the heart to scold or fight with the woman while she was trying to help her. 

In the course of washing the knee, Mavis brushed Rachel's skirt quite a 
distance up her thighs. "We don't want to get it all wet, do we, darling?" 
She paused to look at the girl's nakedly gleaming flesh. "How precious you 
are. How warm and soft. How very young." She started to edge the skirt up a 
little higher. But Rachel quickly blocked her hands. 

When the knee was patched up, Mavis placed the receptacle of water and first 
aid kit on one of the end tables then sat on the sofa beside Rachel. 

"Now, I want you to scold me, I want you to give me hell," the auburn-haired 
woman said before Rachel had a chance to bring her big guns into line. "I 
did a very bad thing and I know it. I had no right to let your husband come 
here and make love to me. But if it hadn't been me, sooner or later, it 
would have been someone else." 

"How do you know that?" Rachel wanted to know, trying to take on the 
offensive. 

Mavis smiled that aggravating damnable self-confident smile of hers. 
"Because I know men, my dear. And the best of them are no damned good. All 
they think about is that length of wonderful meat between their legs, 
planning and scheming what hole they can stick it into next. I wouldn't 
trust any man any further than he can sling his balls." 

Rachel softened a little. "But-but you don't understand, Mrs. Hope. We've 
just been married ... and ... and I'm in love with Ty. Very much in love." 
Oh God! She couldn't cry ... not now. She fought to hold back her tears. 

Mavis' expression became one of understanding. "I know-and from what he told 
me about you-I'm sure he's very much in love with you." 

Rachel's eyes began to fill up, something she had not allowed herself to do 
even when she was alone. "Then why-why did he do what he did?" 

"I told you, Rachel dear, he's a man," Mavis said as one of her arms snaked 
along the back of the sofa and around the young girl's shoulders. 

"But I couldn't stand it, if I thought he was going to act that way the rest 
of our married life." Rachel began blubbering a little. "That-that isn't my 
idea of being in love." 

"It isn't any woman's idea of being in love, but that's how it is," Mavis 
philosophized. "Unless she finds out how to combat it." 

"Combat it?" Rachel echoed with gathering interest. "How?" 

Mavis let her hand move to the back of Rachel's head to gently stroke her 
long, silken, black tresses. "There's an old hackneyed saying but still as 
true as when it was first coined and that is the only way to fight a fire is 
with fire." 

Rachel turned her head to frown quizzically at the woman who had been 
keeping clandestine trysts with her husband. "I don't know what you mean?" 

"It's simple! Find someone else with whom we can make love." 

Rachel had no intention of telling Mavis that she had tried that little 
experiment last night without very much success. She said quietly, "I don't 
think that would work." 

The older woman smiled softly. "It all depends on whom you choose to be your 
other lover," she said almost as if she were reading the young bride's mind. 
"I don't mean to go out and peddle your ass on the street, darling. I mean 
to find someone you really could care for." 

As she spoke she looked deep into the younger girl's curious brown eyes. 
Rachel felt the strangest fluttering in the pit of her stomach. There was 
something in the older woman's hypnotic gray eyes that warmed her insides, 
made her blood pump faster and held her gaze with an unquestionably evil 
fascination that seemed to paralyze her. She saw Mavis' face drawing closer, 
her tongue moisten her parted lips. Rachel felt herself trembling, but she 
made no attempt to pull back or turn away. She held her breath, waited, then 
felt the first contact, the barest touch of lips. Without being aware, she 
let her own lips soften and mold to Mavis! Then, for the first time in her 
life, she felt the softness, the honey-sweet warmth of another woman's 
mouth. 

The young girl experienced a fierce hunger for air in her lungs. Her 
nostrils flared. Mavis' soft lips moved, seeking a better, surer contact. 
She urged Rachel's mouth to part, to open and accept her heated tongue that 
sought the younger girl's tongue in erotic sex play. 

Rachel moaned. She could not understand why she was letting Mavis kiss her 
this way. She had never been kissed by a woman, not open-mouthed, and she 
was not at all sure she liked it, in spite of the pleasurable warmth it was 
bringing up between her legs, making her breasts feel almost balloon-like. 
That was not all Mavis was doing. 

With one hand she was unbuttoning the front of Rachel's blouse, with the 
other unhooking the back of her brassiere. Seconds later her hand was under 
the girl's armpit to cup one of her full, rounded, young breasts as she 
looked down at them, hungrily. 

"How darling!" she exclaimed. "How absolutely exquisite you are!" 

Rachel went all goose flesh and a hot flush surged into her cheeks. She 
uttered a weak, tremulous, "Ooohhh ... no ... no ... no!" 

Mavis threw off her negligee and stark naked now began playing with Rachel's 
warmly tingling pink nipples. The glow in them grew brighter. Unaccountably, 
the young bride found herself wanting the other woman to kiss them, to feel 
those soft feminine lips on her swollen nipples. She got her wish sooner 
than expected as she saw Mavis' head dip, and felt her soft, perfumed, 
coppery hair brushing under her chin as the warm tongue began licking in 
circles around her right nipple. 

Rachel's back arched slowly. She breathed through her mouth laboriously. 
Finally Mavis took the aroused point between her wetly ovaled lips and 
strummed it with her tongue. Her left hand cradled the left, girlish breast. 
Rachel made a small breathy sound of pleasure and sank into the back of the 
sofa. She closed her eyes ... but only for a moment! 

Abruptly, the brunette became afraid. Mavis' touch was exciting her. Her 
gentle hand and lips were so soft and sure, the weight of them so light and 
delicate. 

Hardly without being cognizant of what was happening, Rachel felt herself 
being lowered ever so gently on her back on the sofa. Then the woman's hands 
were at the girl's skirt, raising it slowly, baring her smooth, shapely 
thighs ... her dark pubic hair ... her soft oscillating belly. As she saw 
Mavis start to lower her head, Rachel clenched her legs tightly together. 
Because she knew full well what Mavis was and what she wanted to do to her. 
A moment of panic streaked through her and she grasped the red head and held 
it away from her. "No, don't ... I ... I don't want you to do that." 

Mavis met Rachel's gaze and smiled self-assuredly again. "You sure?" 

Rachel took that moment to consider. Was she sure? This was her husband's 
mistress. This was the woman who had alienated his affections. What more 
ironic twist could she ask for? What more satisfaction, complete and 
absolute, could she want than to take his mistress as her lover; take this 
woman away from him? 

She relaxed her hold on Mavis' head and let her arms drop to the sofa beside 
her and closed her eyes. She felt Mavis' searing kisses on her belly, then 
down along her hips and over her thighs. Her lips were like the brush of a 
butterfly's wing, so light and fluttery. Slowly, Rachel parted her legs, 
baring to Mavis' eager gaze, the glistening wet furrow of her expectantly 
waiting cunt. 

Rachel held her breath, fully aware that she was about to embark on an 
unnatural act, lewd and perverted. It was different with a man. With a man 
it was an accepted act of arousal. But with another woman it was pure and 
simple lesbianism ... still, if it would stop Ty from seeing this woman 
again ... maybe save their marriage... 

She did not complete the thought, for at that moment Mavis' hot tongue 
snaked out and stabbed deep up between her quivering thighs, splaying aside 
the black-fringed cuntal lips, sliding over the wetly blossoming vaginal 
opening and then digging like a fiery knife against the swollen pink button 
of Rachel's clitoris. 

"Ooohhh ... aaahhh," the half-naked girl groaned in helpless submission 
against the experienced older woman's burning, pleasure-packed tongue. 

Mavis was an old pro at oral sex and she showed it. She began on Rachel 
slowly, enjoying every second of her feast, every lick, every delicious 
mouthful of succulent young pussy flesh. 

With a low moan, Rachel began grinding her naked buttocks up off the 
cushions of the sofa, hanging onto the back of the older redhead's with both 
hands. 

Then the sucking began. Mavis opened her mouth to capacity and brought it 
down on the young bride's erect little clitoris, doing the things that only 
a woman could do to another woman. She knew just how to lick and suck, just 
where to nibble and apply the pressure. So much different, so much more 
beautiful then when the two crude men took turns doing her last night-even 
more intense than when Ty did her this way. 

She cried out in complete surrender and thrust her hotly pulsating cunt up 
against Mavis' suctioning mouth, her legs quivering, her belly heaving, 
chills racing unchecked along her spine. 

Mavis lifted her head, her glistening wet lips drawn back across her 
perfectly matched white teeth in a half-mocking smile as she studied the 
look of rapture on Rachel's face "I knew you'd like it. Now just relax ... 
and let me finish you. I want you to cum, darling." 

Her experienced mouth and her tongue returned to the girl's wetly quivering 
pussy and began tormenting her clitoris. 

Automatically, Rachel arched her back to thrust her hair-lined pussy furrow 
up against the other woman's sucking mouth. For long moments she held 
herself rigid in that position, her eager young body curved like a taut bow, 
her firm, full, saliva-wettened breasts thrust up high and trembling, as 
more and more she spread apart her thighs in a mindless attempt to open her 
body to its fullest, in tribute to the slashing tongue and hungrily sucking 
mouth of her female lover. 

Ardently, Mavis stroked her heated little tongue up into the gaping wet 
vaginal opening of the excited young bride beneath her, her own wetly 
throbbing pussy burning now as the intoxicating juices of Rachel's aroused 
passion flooded her mouth and her senses. 

"Nice?" came the muffled voice of the naked woman sandwiched between the 
young girl's splayed legs. 

"Oh, yes ... yes," Rachel moaned as her hips slowly and deliciously revolved 
against Mavis' furiously licking tongue. Without total awareness, Rachel's 
hands went to her own naked breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling the 
wet, still tingling nipples that Mavis had abandoned. "Oh, God ... I'm going 
to cum ... You're going to make me cum..." 

The helplessly impassioned girl's ravings became a kind of delirious, 
mindless chant as Mavis' tongue fucked faster and faster in and out of 
Rachel's desire-drenched cunt, the older woman using her nose to whip the 
bride's erected clitoris as if it were a naughty child... 

It was precisely at this moment, a Mercedes turned into the driveway in 
front of the house, pulled into the garage and halted. A tall, handsome 
middle-aged man got out and walked to the front door. He inserted a key in 
the lock and pushed the door open. He paused a moment as he heard the 
passionate wailings coming from the living room. Closing the door quietly, 
he followed the sound along the corridor until he came to the archway that 
led into the living room. There he halted and stood in amazed wonder, 
watching the salacious spectacle in progress on the sofa. 

Neither the young housewife nor Mavis were aware of his presence. Even if 
Rachel had known he was there, it is doubtful whether she would have wanted 
the older woman to stop licking her wildly excited vagina. The temporarily 
deranged girl was so very close to orgasm that nothing else in the world 
mattered right now. The earth could have rumbled and all of Richmond could 
have been swallowed in a massive quake and the helplessly inflamed girl 
would have been unable to halt her frantic need for satisfaction that was 
building to a head in the depths of her seething belly. Another few seconds 
... maybe less ... and it would be that moment. . . 

Rachel clenched her teeth and with her eyes shut tightly, she almost stopped 
breathing as she felt herself balancing on the rim of ecstasy ... and then 
the man in the doorway spoke! 

"Well-this is what I call a nice homecoming," he said. 

Mavis froze for a moment, then she lifted her head from between Rachel's 
thighs, turned and looked up at the man who had come forward to halt beside 
the sofa. Rachel opened her eyes and looked up at him too, blankly. In her 
glassy-eyed passion, she could not clearly make him out, except that he was 
a tall man whom she had never seen before. 

Normally, she would have been mortified to death. But right now. at this 
moment of incredible physical and mental frustration, all she wanted was 
Mavis' auburn head back in between her lewdly spread thighs, her heavenly 
mouth back at her aching pussy. It was the sound of Mavis' voice that 
brought her back part of the way to reality. 

"Hello, darling," the older woman said without embarrassment as she stared 
up at the man standing before them. "I didn't expect you back until tomorrow 
morning." 

"I finished my business sooner than I expected and caught an early plane," 
the man said. He spoke clearly and distinctly in a deep, resonant voice. 

With a calmness that was amazing under the circumstances. Mavis turned her 
head and said to the younger girl, "Rachel, darling, I'd like you to meet my 
husband." 

"Husband? Oh ... my God!" Rachel gulped as her senses thundered back into 
her brain. A flush of embarrassment swept over her, and she tried the 
impossible task of bringing her blouse closed across her naked breasts with 
one hand while attempting to pull down her skirt with the other. 

"No need to do that, my dear," Kenneth Hope told her unperturbedly, 
adjusting readily to what normally would have been a tense, awkward, 
indelicate situation for the three of them as he began to shed his clothes. 

Rachel shivered in an ecstasy of fear, and she tried to bring her legs 
together, but it was not possible with Mavis wedged between them. The 
brightened young bride looked up at Kenneth in dread anticipation. "What ... 
what are you going to do?" she choked out. 

He shrugged. "Join you. What else?" 

"No ... You ... can't!" Rachel tried to crawl along the sofa as Kenneth 
dropped his trousers and shorts, and she caught a glimpse of his cock, 
curving up from between his legs like a rigid, velvet-headed serpent. She 
looked down at Mavis still nestled between her splayed thighs, holding her 
nakedly exposed hips so she could not get away and at the same time nudging 
the skirt up to completely expose the girl's ebony fringed cunt to her 
husband's view again. Piteously, Rachel begged the woman, "Please, no ... 
you're ... not going to let him?" 

"Of course I am, darling," Mavis replied as she began caressing the insides 
of the girl's sleek young thighs, brushing her fingertips ever so lightly 
over the girl's open pussy-lips. "Kenneth and I always share and share 
alike." To her husband, "Isn't that right?" 

He nodded his head and began pulling the cushions off the sofa and making a 
bed of them on the floor. 

Numb with shock at the thought of what they were planning to do to her, 
Rachel blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "You mean he 
knows about you and Ty?" 

"Ty?" the man echoed as he came back to the sofa and looked down at his 
naked wife and the half-naked girl to whom she was making love. "Who the 
hell's Ty?" 

"Her husband," Mavis replied. 

"Oh," he said almost with disinterest. 

"Kenneth never minds if I pass my time with other men while he's away," 
Mavis explained to the embarrassed young girl. "Not as long as there's a 
female in it somewhere for him." 

Then her auburn head was back between Rachel's widespread legs again, 
licking and gently biting at the insides of the girl's vibrantly trembling 
thighs, inching toward her pink-fleshed little cunt. The new bride tried to 
fight against the wanton feeling Mavis' lips and tongue and teeth were 
bringing her shamelessly aroused loins, but gradually the lewd sensations of 
pleasure overpowered her, and she began to succumb as she had before. 

Kenneth gave his wife's nakedly upturned buttocks a gentle slap. "Let's get 
her down on the floor," he said. 

They removed what little remained of the futilely resisting Rachel's 
clothing then placed her on the bed of cushions that Kenneth had arranged on 
the floor. Mavis straddled the young bride so that her naked ass-cheeks 
rested on Rachel's heaving breasts, her dark-haired pubic mound close enough 
to the other woman's face to smell the damp musky odor of her meticulously 
coiffured cunt-a mush of erotic anticipation so strong that even the scent 
of the champagne vaginal deodorant could not hide its heady perfume. 

Rachel felt Kenneth get down onto the cushions and pry apart her legs so 
that he could get between them. A new horror swept over her as she realized 
what they were going to do to her. Oh God! They meant to force her to submit 
to them-both at the same time! True, it happened with the two men in the 
motor home last night. But at least she had been drunk enough then not to 
have been fully conscious of what they were doing to her. Now she was stone 
cold sober and in complete command of her senses. Besides, Mavis had 
actually convinced her that she wanted to be her lover. But this was not 
love, this was bestial, sexual violence! Her spirit rebelled and she 
struggled fiercely to get away from the two naked Hopes. Unfortunately, her 
flesh-weakened by her sexual hunger and need for release-was not equal to 
the struggle. Mavis laughed. "Take it easy, darling! Just relax and enjoy 
it! Kenneth really knows his way around, believe me! He'll really send you, 
honey." Then over her shoulder to her husband, "Any time you're ready, 
sweetheart. Just work on her a little while she works on me. She's real 
tight, far tighter than I am. But you can make her relax." 

Rachel felt Kenneth's talented fingers stroking her quivering vaginal flesh, 
working inside the wetly palpitating opening, stretching her gently. Then 
she felt the hot rubber head of his rigidly stiffened penis at the entrance 
to her defenseless pussy. 

"No ... no," she moaned instinctively but without nearly as much conviction 
as before, for the naked young bride was resigned to this cruel rape by 
these older and more experienced people. But it took only the first 
penetration of his thick pulsing cock to turn the young girl on all over 
again, make her as shamelessly aroused as his wife had made her when he 
first interrupted them. With the first wonderful thrust, his virile penis 
made into her warmly welcoming pussy, she stopped lying to herself and 
admitted that in her heart she really wanted to be subjugated this way. 

It was at that moment that her open lips came reluctantly in touch with the 
satiny soft flesh at the inside of Mavis' thighs pressed against the side of 
her head. She tried to turn her face away to avoid the touch. But the older 
woman's hands forced her head back into place and held it that way, making 
her look up at the totally exposed cunt which was being presented to her. 

"Do it, darling," Mavis panted. "Lick me like I did you. Make me feel like I 
made you feel." 

Rachel had never really seen a vagina up close like this, not even her own. 
She had to admit it was really interesting, especially the way the softly 
curling hair grew out and away from it, leaving the swollen, shell pink lips 
completely free. She watched the blushing vaginal flesh drawing nearer and 
nearer, its layers yielding up its deepest, most intimate secrets as Mavis 
continued to slowly lower herself. 

For one terrifying moment, Rachel knew that she could not go through with 
it. What Mavis was asking her to do was obscene, unnatural. Oh God! She was 
not a lesbian! She never wanted to be one! She- 

The moist, warm flesh of Mavis' perfumed pussy gently touched her mouth and 
checked her panic. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips and kissed the very 
center of Mavis' hair-lined cunt; then timidly she stuck out her tongue and 
slid it into the honeyed heart of the woman's precious treasure. At almost 
the same moment, she felt Kenneth's warmly pulsating penis sliding into her 
own quivering vaginal pussy with a smooth single motion that buried him 
right up to the hilt. 

The ultimate musk of Mavis' mildly excited pussy came more strongly to 
Rachel's nostrils now, acting as an aphrodisiac, letting her drift away into 
a state of beautiful physical pleasure. The young bride ignored all further 
speculation as to whether what she was doing was right or wrong. She simply 
applied herself to the passionate tongue-fucking of Mavis' cunt, and the 
unbelievable rapture of the woman's husband sawing his long hard cock in and 
out of her wantonly writhing body. 

As he pumped away at her, Kenneth's hands reached up and slid beneath his 
wife's naked buttocks to grab Rachel's heaving young breasts as though they 
were handles, adding to all the other multiple sensations crowding the 
girl's body. It was not long before all three of the lewdly coupled trio 
were ready to cum, each of them trying to hold back as long as possible, 
wanting to sustain the delightfully, erotically debased pleasure they were 
bringing each other. But there was an end of endurance for everything ... 
and Mavis, suddenly wailing in rapture, reached hers first. 

Rachel felt all the muscles in the woman's lower abdomen contract as if 
grasped by a fist and then begin fluttering in wild delight. She could feel 
the succulent cuntal flesh throbbing against her tongue as her mouth flooded 
with a rich aromatic outpouring of liquid passion. Then while Mavis was 
still cumming, she felt Kenneth's penis swell to a frightening size inside 
her for a moment and then burst, throbbing uncontrollably as it spewed its 
hot, milky fluid into her womb. For one infinitesimal moment, the nakedly 
writhing girl thought how different it felt from her husband's orgasm, not 
nearly as prolonged or as satisfying. But it was far more than enough to set 
off her own orgasm. 

Rachel gasped and felt the sweep of her climax seize her belly, her mind 
exploding in a great fire of colored lights and brilliant flashes. She 
shuddered and whimpered and went right on voraciously sucking on the meaty 
flesh of Mavis' wetly heated cunt as the older woman began to cum for a 
second time. Rachel was in a kind of fiery heaven for eternal seconds as she 
rode her own orgasm to its completion. She was glad, so very glad, that her 
face was hidden between Mavis' clenched thighs, so that they could not see 
her abandoned expression of complete wantonness. 

She would talk with Ty tomorrow about seeing more of their new found 
friends. She had a feeling that he would agree to that. But for now, she 
wanted to forget Ty and enjoy the evening for it was still young and she 
wanted to enjoy every single minute of it! 


THE END
